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walker-extended-universe · 6 months ago

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Sammy Reborn, Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Relationship(s): August Walker & Dean Winchester, August Walker & Cordell Walker, Cassie Perez & Cordell Walker

Tags/Warnings: Kidnapping, Drugging, Investigations, Delusions, Obsession

Written for @medwhumpmay Day 4- Sedated

Summary: In which August tries to make a move and Walker tries to keep his wits about him.

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cordell stumbled into the ranch house at around 4am, got a couple hours of sleep, then made his way to the family breakfast table to break the news to his family.

He and Cassie had spent hours looking through traffic cam footage the night before and hadn’t had much luck. They did manage to identify the car most likely used by the kidnapper but the license plate they pulled from the footage was fake and tracking the car had proved to be almost impossible since the driver mostly used side streets away from the cameras. All they knew was that they were looking for a black 1967 Chevy Impala (which they put the APB out for before leaving) and that whoever did was long gone.

Not exactly great news.

He hesitated before the doorway and took a deep breath. He couldn’t put this off any longer.

“Mornin’ everyone….” He tried to smile but he wasn’t sure it was convincing. “I…I have something to tell you. Something important.” He didn’t wait for his mama’s concerned questions before barreling through it. “Last night, August was kidnapped while taking out the trash at the Side Step. We don’t know who took him or why. All we have right now is the vehicle the kidnapper was driving and we’ve got a state-wide ABP out on it right now-”

“Wait, what? Last night?” Stella turned in her stool, breakfast forgotten. “Why didn’t you tell us as soon as you found out?”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?” Cordell muttered. “Colton’s the one that called it in. And after that….. I needed to know what we could find out. I wish I had better news but at this point there’s not much we can do. We’ll have to wait for someone to report the car and that’s honestly the best we can hope for. Until then, all we can do is investigate things here, try and find out if anything suspicious has been happening around August lately. I’m not dragging all of you in for interrogation but we’ll need to have a talk about what he’s told you -if he has- and we’ll need to track down some of his school friends too.”

He watched as his family slowly absorbed the news. There was a long silence before anyone said anything.

“He didn’t mention anything strange to me,” Liam said slowly. “Stel?”

She shook her head. “No, but I know some of his school friends; I can talk to them and see if they know anything.”

“Do you know if he kept a journal?” Bonham asked. “He may have put something in there.”

He shook his head. “Not one that I knew of but it couldn’t hurt to look. But I’ve got to get to work, see if there have been any updates.”

“Cordi, honey, it’s been one night. You can at least get some breakfast before you go,” Abby insisted.

“But-”

“If there’s a big update, they’ll call you. And you won’t do August any good collapsing on the job. Eat.”

Sighing, Cordell sat down and started eating. He knew better than to argue with that tone.

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August woke up with a groan. His head hurt and the loud music wasn’t helping. Why was Stella blasting Led Zepplin anyway?

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you Sammy? Here, let me turn that down.”

The lowered volume did help August’s head but that voice didn’t help his nerves. It was the same voice from the alleyway. The guy that jumped him and knocked him out.

“You wanna stop at the next exit and get something to eat? I’m a little hungry myself. I bet you are too. You gotta get something besides a salad this time though. I know you’re on a health kick and all that but you’re too skinny.”

August made himself sit up and open his eyes. He wasn’t sure what this guy wanted or why but he figured it’d probably be smart to play along for now. Just until he could find a way to contact his family. “Where are we?”

“We’re just coming up on Texarkana. I’m good on gas for a bit but I think we need fuel for us before we go much further. I know I’m starving.” The guy took the next exit but he was going too fast for August to see where it was.

August was feeling hungry too, but he didn’t think he could trust anything this guy would give him. But maybe he could use this to get some more information. “I’m not that hungry, actually. Thanks though, Mr….?”

His captor laughed. “Sammy, I know you’re hungry. And don’t call me that. I know I’m older than you, but come on, I’m just your brother.”

August had so many arguments he could make but none of them seemed like a good idea in a moving car. “Fine. Where are we going?”

“Just a little diner I know. You’ll love it.”

August very much doubted that but, again, he didn’t think it was a good idea to get into it.

It was another half an hour of his captor singing off-tune before they pulled into the diner parking lot. It was a grungy place that looked like it had been open a few decades too long- then again Gramps swore up and down those places made the best food (besides Mawline’s, of course). And August actually was a bit hungry, not that he felt like admitting it.

“Yeah, I know it doesn’t look like much,” the man said, unlocking the doors. “But I’m sure they have some kind of salad for you. But I am gonna order you a burger; you’re too damn skinny, Sammy.”

August wouldn’t mind a burger. It would give him the energy to run away if nothing else.

And being here gave him some options. He didn’t have his phone anymore, but there were people here. If he could get away from this guy for just a second, he could get someone to call his dad. That would have to be good enough until he could find another way to talk to his family.

“Well, howdy Dean!” The waitress standing behind the counter greeted them with a blinding smile. “Been a while since I’ve seen you. A few months at least. And who’s this fella?”

The man, Dean, returned her smile and pulled August into a one-armed hug. “This is my little brother, Sammy. We’ll have my usual, Debbie.”

They were given a table near the front window while they waited for whatever Dean’s usual was. August spent his time looking around the diner. There was a decent crowd, not so busy that he wouldn’t be able to get a waitress’ attention for a few seconds but busy enough that he could do it without drawing Dean’s attention. Hopefully.

“Alright, here ya are!” Debbie plunked two plates in front of them. Dean’s “usual” was a heart attack on a plate- a greasy bacon burger with an overwhelming side of fries.

Normally, August would dig in with glee. He was a growing boy and while the Walkers weren’t exactly health nuts, something as greasy as this was definitely a rarity.

But, normally August hadn’t been kidnapped by some weirdo. So that killed his appetite a bit.

“Come on, Sammy, eat up,” Dean said around a mouthful of food. “We gotta hit the road if we wanna be home by sundown.”

August ate some fries and looked around the diner, waiting for the right opportunity. If he could just get a waittress’ attention….

He saw one of the young ladies in a uniform going into the restroom area. Bingo.

“Hey, uh, I gotta hit the head. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Sure thing, Sammy,” Dean muttered, entranced by his burger.

August quickly dashed to the back of the restaurant. There was a “No Entry- Cleaning” sign on the door but he opened it anyway. This was more important.

“Didn’t you see the sign?” said a very annoyed voice.

“I- Yes, but this is important.”

“I don’t care which burrito you ate, I’m cleaning.” A very annoyed woman poked her head out of one of the stalls. “You can wait five minutes.”

“I really can’t. It’s- I don’t actually have to use the bathroom but….” How was he supposed to explain this?

The woman’s face softened a bit. “Are you okay? If you ate the Dynomite blaster-”

“It’s not that. It’s- You know that guy I came in with.”

She nodded. “Yeah, Debbie said he’s your older brother.”

“He isn’t. He’s not my brother at all. I don’t even know him.”

Her eyes widened with understanding. “Do you need to sneak out the back?”

He shook his head. “No. I don’t think that would work. That guy is…. Scary. And I don’t even have my phone on me. But my dad’s a cop and I know the tip line for where I live. If you could just call and tell them I was here, that would help a lot.” He could just play nice with Dean until his dad rescued him.

Right?

“Uh, well… I don’t-”

“I’ll be okay, I promise. Just- Let me give you the number.”

She handed him her order pad and he quickly scrawled the number for the Ranger tip line and his name. Hopefully he wouldn’t be stuck with Dean much longer.

He thanked her and quickly went back to his table. Feeling slightly better now that he had a plan in place, he went straight for the burger. He didn’t know if it was actually a good burger or if he was just hungry, but it tasted like the best thing he’d eaten in months.

“Woah, slow your roll, Sammy. I don’t need you getting sick in the car.”

August rolled his eyes. “I haven’t eaten in hours, I’m starving.”

“Suit yourself.”

As soon as they finished eating, Dean threw some cash down on the table and motioned for August to get up. He did and immediately felt queasy. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that burger in less than a minute after all….

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It took longer than Dean thought for the drugs to knock Sammy out. He’d made the dose smaller so it wouldn’t hurt Sam by accident. He’d have to adjust it for next time, but it did the job for now.

Sam fell asleep about 30 minutes into the car ride and Dean turned the music down for him. “Sweet dreams, kiddo,” he murmured, stroking his hair. “We’ll be home soon.” It was a 10 hour drive, but with Dean at the wheel they’d make it in 5.

He hated to drug Sam for the ride. He wanted to sing along to the radio with his brother rolling his eyes at him the whole way. But Sammy was still confused and Dean didn’t want to risk losing him again. He just needed some alone time with Sam and then things could start getting back to normal.

It wouldn’t be an easy transition for Sammy- kid always was stubborn. But, just like when Dean got him back from Stanford all those years ago, he would eventually come around. He’d stop having all those big dreams about leaving Dean behind and living a “normal” life, whatever that meant.

And it would be better this time. There would be no Dad to drive him away, no Jessica to keep him away, no Ruby to poison his mind, no Lucifer to claim him, not even Castiel to ruin him. Sammy would be all his this time. Just like he should be.

And if his other “family” tried to come after him, to take what isn’t theirs anymore, Dean would take care of it. Just like he always did.

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Cassie rewound the traffic cam footage again, just in case she missed something. Even a taillight would be something more than what she had. And she had to give something to Walker. She had to.

She glanced over at the conference room where he was staring blankly at their- equally as blank- caseboard. She would bet anything he was currently running through the stats on survival of a missing person versus how long it took to find them. She certainly was.

Her desk phone ringing jarred her out of her thoughts. “Texas Rangers,” she answered.

“Uh, is this the anonymous tip line?”

She sat up straighter. “Yes. What do you have to report?”

“Uh…. God, this is gonna sound weird….”

“Nothing too weird for the tip line, believe me. What did you see?”

The woman sighed. “God, this is dumb. I shouldn’t’ve let him go. I shoulda told him to sneak out the back and just called the cops right then. What was I thinking?”

“Ma’am, I can’t help you or him unless you tell me what’s happened.”

“Right, right. Uh, well, these two guys came into the diner earlier. The older one called the younger one his brother and he ordered from Debbie. But then the younger one came and found me while I was cleaning the bathroom and told me they weren’t actually brothers and told me to call this number.”

“Right.” Cassie grabbed one of the report slips and started scribbling down information. “Can you tell me anything else.”

“Well, the older one is a regular. Debbie knows him well. His name is Dean I think. He called the younger one “Sammy” but then the kid told me his name is actually August Walker. Said his dad was a cop and that’s why I had to call this number.”

“Thank you. Is there anything else you can tell me about the man August was with?”

“Uh, well he’s older. I’d say in his forties maybe? He’s white, he’s got green eyes, and I’d say he’s about six feet tall. He always pays in cash, he drives one of those classic cars- a black one- and I think he’s from somewhere in Kansas? I think that’s what Debbie said.”

“That’s great. And can you tell me the address of this diner?”

“Oh, right! I forgot.” She gave up the address and Cassie did her best to keep all the details straight. “They were here about half an hour ago. I couldn’t call sooner because we were busy; this was my first chance to take a break.”

“That’s still helpful. Thank you.” She hung up and picked up her report slip. She smiled as she read over everything again. This was good. This was a lead. This was a chance. They could bring August home.

“Hey, Walker,” she said, rushing toward the conference room. “We just got a tip on August. A waitress in Texarkana called in about him. Whoever took him stopped for lunch and August was able to get away long enough to get help.”

His head snapped toward her and he zeroed in on the slip in her hand. “Really?” he said. “Texarkana? They must’ve been driving all night…” He snatched it from her and read over it. “This is good. We can work with this. We should probably get in touch with the PD there and see if we can get camera footage from the diner and the surrounding streets. Also put an APB on this description.” He was moving around the conference room frantically now, adding to the still sparse case board.

“I’ll let James know,” Cassie said, backing out of the room to let Walker do what he needed to do. His son was missing; he could sweat out as much nervous energy as he needed to.

#walker #walker fic #walker fanfic #crossover #supernatural #supernatural fic #my writing #my fic #medwhump may #tw drugging #tw kidnapping

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peachesaremyfavoritefruit · 1 year ago

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Jeff and Rio meeting the 42s thoughts…

They’ve been waiting for their son to come home for about 8 hours now, Rio is stress cooking to try and take her mind off of the fact that her son is missing and may not ever come back and Jefferson is this close to fully filling a missing person’s report in the area to go out and look for him himself.

Him opening the door angry and tired because he’s starting to feel like he failed miles just like he failed his brother in that alleyway, (and because some guy keeps trying to make him buy his mixtapes) then seeing double of his presumably missing son and one dead younger brother and before miles can even explain about the multiverse he’s already making more coffee, rio is quickly and very forcefully inviting them in, and jeff is asking them how much leftovers they want. Because it’s 4am and he and rio are NAWT cooking

They don’t even address the fact that they have two sons now until much much later

They’re just like ‘ okay listen we’re both tired and stressed the fuck out let’s agree to talk about this in the morning’ and ‘Aaron is back and we have two kids now alright. well, how much rice do you need to take home with?’ Because Rio is DEFINITELY giving them leftovers because ‘they look like a year’s sleep wouldn’t be enough’ and she has much to spare☺️

#miles morales #beyond the spiderverse #miles morales 42 #aarondavis #jefferson morales #rio morales #uncle aaron #astv spoilers #astv #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #morales family #jefferson davis

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mychemfan · 3 years ago

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I JUST FOUND THIS AND WHAT IS GERARD DOING???

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crimefightingspiderguy · 3 years ago

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king of my heart

Summary: Dr. Strange becomes your apprentice and then friend.

Warnings: I guess slight spoilers for Dr. Strange's first film, but it's been ages since that's been out, so what are you doing here if you haven't seen it lol. Language, & mentions of car accidents/death/injuries

Pairings: Dr. Strange x reader

Word count: 5,093

A/N: take a shot every time I name a fic after a Taylor Swift song! Also this one is SUPER long compared to my normal writing so I really hope you guys enjoy because it took me forever and I'm exhausted. Not proofread because it's currently 4AM and I'm tired lol.

You heard him say he was looking for Kamar-Taj as he walked past you. This made your ears perk up, and you decided to follow him. You planned on catching up with him and asking him why he was looking for the place, but before you could get to the man, he was stuck in an alleyway with a group of guys surrounding him, asking for his watch. Before it could go any further, you stepped out from where you were hiding behind a wall and whistled to get their attention. You held up your hand, holding the watch the man was wearing,

“Looking for this, boys?” You dangled it in their faces to toy with them a bit, might as well as have fun with it you thought. They looked at what you had, then looked back at the man’s wrist to see the watch gone.

“That’s some magic trick you got there sweetheart. Why don’t you hand it over and we won’t hurt you?” Who you assumed the ringleader was, said as he held out his hand. You gave him a pout, sticking your hip out and resting your hand on it,

“But where’s the fun in that big boy?” You bat your eyelashes, and he gets a nasty grin on his grimy face. He started to walk towards you, so you made the watch disappear, back onto the man’s wrist. You formed a whip with your sling ring, wrapped it around his waist and yanked him towards you. You stared him down,

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Cold feet?” You ask innocently. You threw the whip and the man up in the air behind you, tossing him on the canopy of a building behind you. You turned to the rest of the group and smiled, “Anyone else?” They quickly scattered from where they were just frozen as they watched you easily take out their boss. You let out a laugh as you watched them run, “Never gets old.” You turned to the man who now had his hands up in surrender,

“Please don’t hurt me. I have nothing to give you.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“If I wanted to hurt you, why would I have stopped those guys? They could’ve done the grunt work for me.” He thought about it for a second, nodding and lower his hands.

“Thank you. That watch is all I have left.” You nodded as a you’re welcome then asked,

“You’re looking for Kamar-Taj?”

“Yes! Do you know where it is?” You jutted your head towards the street,

“Follow me”

You led him through the crowded marketplace to the back entrance to Kamar-Taj. He pointed at the door confused,

“This is Kamar-Taj?” He looked at the place next-door that had men meditating with incense outside, “That place looks a little more Kamar-Tajy don’t you think?” He chuckled. You looked him up and down, and smirked,

“I like you. But say that to the ancient one and you’ll be on your ass outside before you can even think of another joke to crack.” His eyes widened and nodded, following you inside.

“Who’s the ancient one?” He whispered as you walked through the hallway leading to a meditation space.

“The one who will determine if you are able to practice here. Best if you don’t question anything said while we’re in there.” You turned your head enough for him to see you wink at him. You entered the room and he slowly began walking to one of the masters reading a book,

“Thank you ancient one…” He paused as the ancient one gave him a cup of tea, “Thanks” He muttered. He turned back to the other master, “Thank you ancient one for…” He started trailing off as that master got up to leave “… seeing me” His eyes followed him out.

“You’re welcome” The ancient one called his attention to him as she put down her tea kettle.

“Where’d you find this one (y/n)?” She slowly took her eyes off him to give you her full attention.

“I think you already know that answer, don’t you?” You smiled, she just gave a slight smile and nodded,

“So, mister Strange.” She looked back to the man,

“Doctor Strange.” He corrected.

“Doctor Strange. What brings you here to Kamar-Taj?” She asked.

“You healed a man with a C7-C8 spinal injury. How is that possible?” She began explaining how this place works, what she can do for him, and what he’ll need to open his mind to in order to get to the place he wants to be. He began making smartass comments on the graphics she was showing him. You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going to get him, you did warn him after all. She ended up pushing his astral form from his physical form, you quickly ran forward to grab his falling body.

“What did you do to me?” His astral form asked.

“I’ve separated your astral form from your physical form.” He then rejoined his body and you helped to steady him. He looked at you like you’d grown another head, then back to the ancient one.

“What was in that tea? LSD? Psychedelics?”

“It’s just tea. With a little honey.” The ancient one smirked. One you knew he wasn’t going to collapse from shock you took your hands off his back and chest. He began telling the ancient one that this was all ridiculous and he spent his last dime getting here for nothing. She approached him and told him,

“Open your eye.” As she put her thumb on his forehead, shooting him into different bridges between realities and allowing him to see enough to convince him.

“His heart rate’s getting pretty high.” You pointed out to the ancient one. She pulled him back to this room for a second,

“He looks fine to me!” She laughed a bit and sent him back.

When he joined you again, he stood up, hands shaking,

“Teach me”, finally believing everything she was telling him.

“No.” The ancient one said, kicking him out the door he came in.

You looked at the ancient one, crossing your arms, “I think he would do well here. I sense something in him.” She scoffed at you,

“Please he’s arrogant. His arrogance will do nothing but get him killed.”

“Let me talk to him.”

“No. I don’t want to teach someone who is unwilling to even consider the possibility that there is more. It’s a waste of both of our time.” She started cleaning up the tea, getting ready to walk away. She grabbed the tray, turning her back on you.

“Let me train him.” You offered, stopping her in her tracks. She stood still in silence for a moment. Slowly turning to look you over,

“Why are you advocating for him so much?” She squinted her eyes, trying to see within the interactions she saw you two have before you brought him here, see something that would give her the answer.

“I don’t know.” You said in all honesty. Maybe you felt pity for him, after all he did say he spent all his money getting here and had nowhere else to go. Maybe you did see something special in him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “I just have a gut feeling that it’s what needs to be done.”

She thought over your words for a minute, “He’s your responsibility.” You grinned, nodded your head and walked over to the door you could hear him banging on, asking to be let back in. You opened the door, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor. His head fell between your feet, looking up at you. You tilted your head, giving him an unimpressed look, and sighing. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into or why.

“Come with me.” You turned, hearing him scramble to his feet. You showed him to an empty room, waving him in. “This will be your room. Shower, meditate, get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” You turned to walk away, but was stopped by him asking you,

“Why did you decide to help me?” You looked over your shoulder at him,

“I guess we’ll see.”

The next morning you knocked on Strange’s door, hoping to some higher power he was already up and ready, you really didn’t want to have to wait around. To your surprise when he opened the door he was showered and dressed, ready to go. You looked over his robes, grabbing one of the waist bands and undoing it,

“Sorry, this would’ve driven me crazy all day. It’s more comfortable if you wrap it like this,” You rewrapped it, loosening it but still making it secure, “This way it’s not as tight when you move certain ways, and you’ll be surprised how secure it is compared to the other way.” You looked at your work, satisfied. You clapped your hands together and looked up at him, “Alright, ready to get to work? Did you eat breakfast or are you more of a brunch kinda guy?”

“I’m good to eat later on, I had an apple and so I’ll be good for a bit. I wasn’t sure just how physical things would be and I didn’t want to get sick.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go.” You turned to lead him out to the courtyard. “If at any point to have any questions or you need to stop to take a break, feel free to speak up. I’m not as… tough, as the ancient one. I once was in your position, so I understand that the mind runs wild and can be in disbelief at certain teachings.”

“Thank you. I really do appreciate you helping and giving me a chance. My work is my life. I need to be able to use my hands more than anything.” This made you come to a halt. You turned to him,

“Dr. Strange, there is more to life than just work.”

“My friend tried telling me that, but it’s not like I have a family or friends outside of work to make that true.” He shrugged.

“Come here.” You motioned him forward to join you. “The way we as humans define life is very structured. There is more to life than just life. There is living.” You paused, “Do you understand?”

“I guess.” He shrugged, not really seeming too concerned about the lesson. You nodded,

“You’ll see as we go.” You turned to continue into the courtyard, stopping at the blossom tree. “We will meet here every day until your training is complete.” He nodded, waiting for you to continue. “Your first lesson is in the way we move our bodies. What we do, we call spells, but for some that word is a joke, you can call it a process or program if it helps. The spells can only work if you are in tune with your body.” You began swirling your hands in a circle, then drawing lines with your fingers, tracing a bright orange design in the air. You then collapsed your hands over it. You slowly opened your hands to reveal a bird. It flew out of your hands, giving a happy chirp as it did. He gave you a look of awe. “May I see your hands?” You held out your hands to take his. He hesitated for a moment, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the idea of someone touching his biggest insecurity at the moment. He put in hand in each of your own, you then kicked his legs apart, putting them in a stance. Taking his hands, you placed one near his side and the other you stuck the arm straight out and bent all but two fingers. “When you are ready for the sling ring, a device that will aid you in controlling your spells, this is the stance you will take.” You released his hands, and they began to shake, and you could see the embarrassment take over him. He quickly came out of the stance and held them behind his back. “Let them shake.” You spoke gently to him, gently grabbing his arm and coaxing his hands back out to yours. You rested one of them on top of yours and you traced his scars with your other hand. A shiver ran through his body, “They are nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll get to the point where they will steady, until then you need to accept them so we can get your mind off them and focused on how the rest of your body behaves.” You looked up at him, hoping he was following the point you were trying to make, and you could see tears welling up in his eyes. “It’s okay to mourn your hands.” You patted his hand and gently dropped it. “Recreate the stance.” You instructed. This time he did it on his own, and without dropping his head in shame when they shook. You smiled at him.

You spent the rest of the day going through motions and stances and answering any questions he might have. When you were done for the day the two of your headed back to your rooms. You walked him to his incase he got lost, when you got to his door you weren’t planning on stopping, just saying goodnight, and continuing to your room. But he grabbed your shoulder to stop you,

“Thank you.” He smiled at you. You returned the smile, nodding you’re welcome.

The next day you met him under the blossom tree like you agreed. “Today we’re going on a field trip!” You pretended to cheer with excitement, making him smile. “We’re going to the library, yay!” The two of you made your way through the winding hallways, stopping when you got to Wong’s desk.

“Dr. Strange, this is Wong. The keeper of the books.” You introduced the two.

“Just Wong? Like Adele? Or Aristotle? Or… Drake?” You giggled at the comparison, but Wong stayed stone faced. You lightly smacked Wong’s arm, “Oh come on Wong, don’t act like you’re all stone cold and serious.” He just looked at you, still unamused. You held your hands up in defense, “Okay sorry, someone is not in the mood today. Got it. We just need to check out these books if you don’t mind.” You handed him the list you’d written up last night. Wong took it, walking away to grab the books.

“Is he always like that?” Strange asked in a whisper.

“Nah I think he’s just trying to intimidate you.” You wiggled your eyebrows and giggled. Wong came back with the books, and you thanked him. You and Strange walked out of the library and you handed the stack to him. “Read these, study them, memorize them. That is your lesson for the next how every many days it takes for you to do that. If you need me, I’ll be around. Toodles.” You waved your fingers playfully as you walked away, leaving him to decide where he wanted to study them.

You were in the meditation area when Strange came up to you to tell you that he had finished the books. You opened your eyes and looked him up and down. You nodded, got up and motioned for him to follow you. You took him out to the blossom tree and grabbed your sling ring. You held out your hand for him to give you his, which he did without hesitation this time. You slid the ring on his index and middle finger and told him to get into position.

“You’re going to open a portal. Do a circle motion in the air with the sling ring. Picture where you want to go. The clearer the picture, the quicker the portal will form.” He stood there for maybe ten minutes just waving his hands in the air. He clearly was becoming embarrassed that it was taking him so long. You tried to reassure him,

“It’s okay. Keep your focus.” He nodded his head and tightened his form again, trying for another ten minutes with no luck. You put your hand on top of his sling ring one, pushing it down to tell him to rest. “Where are you picturing?” You asked.

“My room here.” He shrugged.

“Mhmm.” You thought for a moment, “Let me see the ring please.” He gave it back to you and you put it on, getting into your stance and creating a perfect portal. You stepped through it and waved at Strange to follow you. You closed it behind you. “Do you know where we are?” You asked as you looked around. He shook his head. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” You chuckled, “This is my favorite place in the world.” You were standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a calm creek was babbling. In the distance a beautiful fall colored tree line accented the gorgeous blue sky. “They call it the lake of the clouds. The water is so clear it looks like the sky is in the ground.” You smiled looking around.

“It’s beautiful.” He agreed, taking it all in.

“I recommend when starting out with the portal spell to imagine places that mean something to you. As you get better you will be able to picture places like your room and go there, no problem. But for now, focus on places that you know every detail of and are important to you.” You handed him the sling ring, “For example, it’s important that you make your way back to the courtyard. The courtyard we’ve been in everyday for weeks. Picture every detail of it.” Strange got into his stance and pictured the courtyard. He could remember what objects were where and what the overall picture looked like. He got a little spark to form from that image. “It’s not enough to picture the place as you would see it in a picture. Think of the details. The way the cobblestones feel to walk on. Appreciate the different colors present. Picture what motivates you to keep coming back to the place.” He imagined the cobblestones, the scraping of his shoes on them. He pictured the different colors. All of this sparked a tiny circle, it was getting slightly bigger. It wasn’t until he pictured why he was motivated to get there that he finally succeeded. He thought of you, sitting under the blossom tree, a flower behind your ear as you sat in silence waiting for him. He thought of the way you would sit a bit straighter when you heard his footsteps approaching. The way your hair would frame your face in the soft breeze. How when you looked at him you got to your feet, looking excited and ready for whatever challenge the day brought. That’s what got him the portal. You clapped and wrapped your arms around him in excitement, “You did it!” He grinned, watching you walk through the portal and then following you. When you got on the other side, he repeated his circle motion like he saw you do earlier, and closed the portal. You smiled at him when he turned back to face you, “I think you’re ready to start studying without me.” You were so proud of how far he’s come. His face faltered a little,

“Oh, right. Yeah, I think I could.”

“Obviously I’m not abandoning you though, if you have any questions or want me to supervise you to see if I can find any room for improvement, you know where to find me. But I think you’re ready to start exploring spells and different sides of these practices to find where how far you want to go and where you want to stop.” You smiled at him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “I’m very proud of you Dr. Strange. You’ve done wonderfully.”

“Stephen.” He corrected you.

“Stephen.” Your smiled got wider. You dropped your hand, “Class dismissed I guess.”

While he did continue his studies on his own, he still came to you every day, asking your thoughts on different books he’d just read or asking you to watch over him as he tried something new. You didn’t mind. You came to see him as a friend rather than an apprentice. One day the two of you were sitting under the blossom tree, eating lunch.

“You never told me why you came to Kamar-Taj” Strange said.

You swallowed the bite you’d taken from your sandwich and paused. You had never told anyone other than the ancient one and Wong why you had come here. “I got into an accident. Like you actually.”

“Oh, did you have an injury?” You shook your head,

“No. It was actually a miracle I came out with only a few cuts and bruises.”

“What happened then?”

“Well, I was driving… my mom and brothers were in the car. My brothers were in the back fighting. My mom was critiquing my driving. And I was trying to tune them all out with the radio. At the same time, it was snowing and icy out. I guess it was just too much at once for me, I got distracted and when a car coming towards us hit a bad patch of ice they spun out and I didn’t react in time to go into a ditch or anything, so they hit us, making us spin out and flip over. My mom died and my brothers were severely injured. One of them went into a coma and later died as well, the other one was like me and came out with some small injuries, the worse of his was a broken leg. I blamed myself for years. I had terrible survivors’ guilt and fell into a depression. I tried therapy and medication, but nothing stopped the nightmares. I had moved to New York, thinking that I could get lost in the people, forgetting the past. That wasn’t the case. One day I was walking past the New York sanctum when I bumped into Wong. I think he could sense there was something off and he offered me a cup of tea. Told me it was a boarding house, and I should come in from the cold for a bit. At first, I was hesitant because it was a stranger in New York offering me tea inside their home. But for whatever reason I had a gut feeling that he was just trying to help, and I went with him. I told him about why I was in New York, and he told me he might be able to heal my mind. And the rest is history.”

“I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.” He rested a hand on yours, trying to comfort you. You turned your hand over to hold his, you squeezed it.

“It is horrible, but I thankfully have gotten to a place where I can understand there was nothing I could do, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about being here instead of them. I eventually reached out to my brother and told him what I was going through and how sorry I was for the things I couldn’t take back, and I think that was my final step in completely healing.”

“Is that why you wanted me to learn the lesson that life is more than work? It’s about actually living?” Strange said after a beat of silence. You nodded and gave him a sad smile.

“Before the accident I was a moody early 20s kid who spent all her time away from home at school. I barely talked to my family. My mind was occupied on getting to the end goal of what we call life, that I forgot to take time to appreciate those who mean the most to me. It wasn’t until it was too late that I realized if I’d taken more time to live my life outside of school or work and just slowed down to enjoy my time with friends and family more, I might not have been filled with regret of what could’ve been.” You felt a tear slip down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away, clearing your throat, “Don’t be like that Stephen. Take time to spend time living and enjoying the little moments.” You got up, grabbed the rest of your lunch and walked away.

The next day came around and you had gone the whole day without seeing Strange. You felt off, like there was something you were forgetting to do because he was such a big part of your routine for the past couple of months, it was weird not seeing him. It wasn’t until dinner time that he came knocking on your bedroom door. You got up from your desk to answer and you almost didn’t recognize him, he had shaved his beard down to a goatee, which you took a minute to appreciate how well it suited his face compare to the beard. He has cut his long scraggly hair and combed it back to have a cleaner look about him. He was wearing a black suit and tie and holding a blossom. You gave him an amused look,

“Had a little make over, did we?” You smirked

He did a little twirl for you, “What do you think?”

“I think you look way to handsome to be just coming to ask me a question about a spell. What’s the occasion?”

He smiled, blushing a little when you called him handsome, “I’m just trying to enjoy the little moments in life, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me?” You looked down at your attire compared to his, your pink fluffy PJs were clearly not up to par with what he had planned. You took the flower from his hand and stepped back into your room,

“Give me a minute to change and then it’s a date.” You winked at him, closing your door. When you moved into the New York sanctum you had thankfully brought a few fancier clothes, but you’d been staying at Kamar-Taj for about a year now, planning on leaving back to New York soon as Strange was done with his training. So, all your nice clothes were in New York. You created a portal to your bedroom at that sanctum and quickly picked out a mid-thigh red dress with capped sleeves and an A-line neck. You grabbed your black ballet flats and quickly hopped back through the portal. You got dressed as quickly as you could, fixing up your hair and putting the flower behind your ear. You opened the door back up to join Strange and his jaw dropped for a moment. You didn’t really try to dress up too much, just a simple dress and shoes and your natural hair and no makeup, it was the best you could do under short notice, to him you were stunning. His reaction made you blush a little,

“So where are we off to?” He held his hand out for you, like you’d done hundreds of times to him. You gladly took it and followed him through a portal he had opened to an empty ballroom. You were a bit confused until Strange walked over to a corner and plugged a cord in. The room lit up with thousands of tiny sparkling lights. He plugged in his tablet to a speaker and began playing a playlist of slow songs. In the center of the room, he had a single table with a dinner prepared. You looked around the room in awe of all the effort he had put into this. You finished looking around by looking at him, nervously bouncing on his toes, waiting for you to say something.

“This is incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” He said as he pulled out a chair for you. You sat down and he quickly joined you. He placed his hand on the table and it caught your attention. You stared at it for a moment, tracing the scars. He stilled felt a shiver run through him at the feeling.

“You’re hands not shaking anymore.” You point out, smiling when you see him shiver.

“I guess I finally found something to take my mind off them.” He turned his hand up to hold yours, running his thumb over the back of your hand. You blushed at the comment and gesture.

Months went by and you and Strange had become closer and closer. You never became more than friends though. You kept telling yourself it just wasn’t in the cards now, though you wanted it to happen, especially after that first night you hung out outside of the studies and practices. The both of you had become a little preoccupied though with the threat of the dark dimension trying to take over Earth, and you being offered the position of master of the New York sanctum. You had turned it down, suggesting Strange take the position instead. He accepted it, only if you would join him in protecting it. You agreed and moved back with to New York with him. One day you were walking past the library when you heard Strange talking to Wong, you didn’t want to eavesdrop, but you had heard your name and you just couldn’t help yourself from standing outside and listening.

“I’m crazy about her. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I don’t even know how to tell her. You’ve known her longer than I have, what should I do?” Strange’s voice said.

“She’s a very straightforward person, I think you should just tell her. I’m almost 100% sure she feels the same.” Wong reassured him.

“She does.” You said, making your presence known. The two guys turned to you,

“(y/n)…” Strange froze, and Wong slowly backed away to give you two privacy.

“Stephen…” You responded. You paused for a moment, but you quickly strode over to him and smashed your lips onto his, long overdue. When you pulled away you put your thumb on his lip, rubbing the smooth skin, “I knew there was a reason I couldn’t give up on you.” He creased his eyebrows, confused as to what you were referencing. “When you came to Kamar-Taj asking to be taught the ancient one refused to teach you, but I insisted she give you a chance. She asked why I was willing to put everything on hold to teach you, a stranger. I told her I just had a feeling. Something pulled me to you that day. This was the reason.”

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“they’re our what?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: fluff, kissing, language

word count: 2800+

a/n: this is so shit but we move, it’s probably pure waffle and when i read it tomorrow morning i’m going to punch my 12am self

summary: in which you and bakugo sneak out for a late night date and meet two kids, confused and lost, you take the kids back to the dorms trying to get help, the thing is they looked strangely familiar

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His fingers entangled in your own, his thumb rubbing back and forth of the back of your hand and the cocky grin he had plastered on his face. You knew instantly he wanted something, he’d snuck into your room a couple hours prior and the look on his face, you instantly knew he wanted more. He kissed you softly, you were both facing each other on the bed the kiss being loving, it was nearly 3am and you were still awake, both of you craving more.

“Let’s sneak out.” He whispers, you smirk rising from the bed, he sits on the edge watching you wear his hoodie and some leggings, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to his body. His little explosions on your sides making you hungrier for more of him.

You put your arms around his neck bringing him closer as you gently played with his hair, “come on I want ice cream.”

He rolled his eyes as you both go towards the balcony, grabbing your waist closer before the explosions flew from his hand. You were in the air, the wind flew through your hair, Bakugo admired you watching as you threw your head back letting your face feel the cool air, you loved the wind on your face. You finally saw the ground closer and closer, your shoes landing onto the ground, Bakugo helping you.

He was being sweet, holding your hand, asking if you were okay every couple of minutes. “You have to give Kiri recognition; he was able to get you to even go to Deku’s birthday.”

You smirked at his grumble, “I went because of you dumbass.”

“I think you just love Deku so much.” You tease as even Bakugo had turned up with a card for the boy.

“You really want to be punished don’t yah.” He spoke smirking, his horny mind wanting to fuck you on the road, you jab his side making him get out of his fantasy world.

Before dragging him towards the 24/7 ice cream place, clinging onto his arm to gain warmth, “why didn’t you were more layers.”

“I wanted to be closer to you, you’ll bring me warmth.”

“Dumbass I would’ve still given you warmth anyway.” You pout as he ordered both your ice creams, you got all giddy as Bakugo passed the ice cream too you.

“Don’t drop it.” You stick your tongue out before licking the tip of the ice cream.

Bakugo watched inattentively, his own ice cream melting, he takes your hand walking outside, “if you keep licking the ice cream like that you won’t make it back to the dorms in one piece.”

You giggled at his teasing manner continuing to lick it slowly, some ice cream falling down your fingers, slowly bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck away the stickiness. “You’re really trying to get me to fuck you in an alleyway aren’t you.”

“I would never tease you.” You continued the charade before both of you finished the ice creams.

His fingers having some of the ice cream covering it, he brought it to your mouth, you opened instinctively “so needy aren’t you.”

You nod starting to suck on his fingers to make them no longer sticky, he took his fingers from your mouth, the saliva surrounding it as he rubbed it on your lips, “such a good girl.”

He loved teasing you, watching as your fingers wrapped around his own, “I’m still cold.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling you in front of him, his hands went underneath your hoodie as you both continued to walk forward, the heat from his hands bringing comfort and warmth to your body. His head rests on your shoulder, matching your height. It was a perfect moment, showing love and appreciation for one another, his hands would glide up and down and nothing could ruin it.

Well, that’s what you thought.

The sound of children shouting at one another made you flinch, it was nearing 4am, and two children at this hour was abnormal. Both Bakugo and yours head turned facing the alleyway, “we should check it out.”

“But the moment.” He scowls.

You hit his chest, grabbing his hand from underneath your hoodie. Dragging him down the alleyway, it was silent a few sobs coming from further in before you are met with two children, an older boy with his blond hair that strikingly resembled Bakugo’s and y/e/c eyes that looked frustrated. Behind his arms that he had put out to what you assumed was his sister was a much younger girl with y/h/c and red eyes that were filled with tears.

“They’re crying Suki.” You say going over to the two kids, “Hi, do you guys know where your parents went, we’re students at UA maybe we can help you?”

You speak softly, the older boy giving a glare as the girl stopped crying. “Kaiya, stay back they might be villains.” The boy strongly speaks.

He reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, Bakugo comes towards them both, an angry scowl on his face. “Daddy.” Kaiya shouted before running up to Bakugo, your eyes widened and so did the boys.

“Y/n why is this child clinging to me?” Bakugo spoke annoyingly, Kaiya still clinging to his leg. You could see her better in the light with a yellow hair clip moving her hair out of her damp eyes.

“Ryo look its daddy, he came back.” Ryo looked between Bakugo and you.

“Kaiya, Ryo he’s not your daddy, we’re only 17 and Bakugo doesn’t have kids.” Your voice was soft, but they clearly weren’t listening.

“That’s our surname, where’s mummy?” Kaiya whined still latching onto Bakugo.

“Mummy?” Bakugo finally spoke, her whines made him pick the girl up, she stopped as you stood up, Ryo still looking up at both of you.

“You left us daddy, you said you’d be five minutes and you and mummy left.” Kaiya scolded Bakugo, his eyes widening.

“Y/n what the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t swear in front of them.” You slapped his chest going back to the boy.

“Ryo, can you explain to your sister he’s not her father.” Ryo had been staring blankly at you before he kicked Bakugo in the side.

“Why is this kid kicking me?” Before he could stop Ryo, Ryo’s hands erupted into explosions. Your eyed widened at the boy.

“Ryo, stop, put it out.” You tried to suppress the explosions seeing that they were more powerful and covered his arms more than his hands. The power it had could kill someone, “Ryo, please.”

The explosions stopped at the hear of your plead, “you left us old man.”

Bakugo became even more confused choosing to ignore the old man part, as you eyed the two kids, the darkness continued, and they seemed to be hungry. “Look why don’t we get some food and you two can explain what happened?”

“Will mummy be there?” Kaiya asked enthusiastically.

“Mummy’s already here.” Ryo spoke grabbing your hand, your face was still. Bakugo looked between you and the kid holding his hand.

You didn’t speak, both you and Bakugo in silence at the situation. You weren’t their parents; they were just confused kids. You reached the same ice cream parlour, walking in as you were finally able to see the children properly and they you. “Mummy.” Kaiya shouted as the people working at the shop looked concerned.

“Be quiet idiot.” Bakugo scolded as he went to order ice cream, you made the two kids sit next to each other waiting for Bakugo’s return.

“Mummy why did you and daddy leave us?” You felt a pang in your heart, what kind of parents would leave two children to fend for themselves, they were clearly seeking some sort of parental figures and you two were the first ones they found.

Bakugo came back with a tray of ice cream, handing you your favourite, the two kids took the other. “You got my favourite.” They both squealed.

“How did you know?” You ask Bakugo his arm resting behind your shoulders.

He huffs, “I just did.”

You found that unusual that Bakugo had gotten both their favourites but dismissed any further idea, as they happily ate you looked at the two children who looked happy as if they were with there family.

“Do you two want to explain what happened now?” Bakugo mutters not paying attention to the kids, you watch them intensively.

“You and mum took us to the beach, but a big scary villain attacked, you both left us with Uncle Kiri and went to go fight the villain, but this man hit Uncle Kiri and sent us into an alleyway, but you both found us and now it’s dark and I want to go home.” Ryo was clearly over exaggerating, but he knew Kirishima so he had to know of you both somehow.

“We need to take them to Aizawa, we can’t leave them.” You tell Bakugo.

“Yeah I know, but then he’ll know we fucking snuck out.” You grabbed his hand, to prevent any nervousness from mostly yourself.

“Unless we just say we heard them outside.” You try and think of lies before looking at the two kids, “do you think they’re ours?”

“No.” Bakugo doesn’t say anymore, you had thought about kids and had loved the idea especially with Bakugo, but could they really be yours.

Kaiya puts her arms out to be held, “I ain’t holding her.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend picking her up, Ryo grabs Bakugo’s hand, the small boy making Bakugo confused before Bakugo grabbed your free hand. You walk silently towards UA; it wasn’t that far but flying had been a lot quicker. Before you finally reached the dorms, it was nearing early morning where some of your class had woken up.

You walk through the entrance with the two children in tow, “where’s Aizawa?” You ask Midoriya who was outside practising some moves, you saw the clock inside striking 6am knowing everybody would be groggily getting up for class.

“Deku.” Ryo shouted letting go of Bakugo’s hands, a scowl at how the young blond ran to Deku who was scared.

“Ugh hello?” Deku spoke confused.

“Ryo come back here.” Bakugo muttered, Ryo walked back slowly saying a yes dad.

“Dad?” Bakugo gave a scowl to Deku before making everybody walk inside, most of the class was already up and seeing you and Bakugo with two kids was confusing to say the least.

“Who are the kids?” Kirishima spoke first as by now the whole class had come down whilst you waited for Aizawa who Bakugo had gone to get.

“Uncle Kiri.” The two kids shouted; even more confusion came from the class. They watched as Kirishima’s face flushed at the two kids who were running towards him.

“Don’t shout.” You told them off leaning against the sofa.

“Yes mum.” The shock that came from everybody’s faces, even Aizawa who had arrived with Bakugo watching the two kids.

“Did you explain?” You asked the two kids running back as they jumped onto the sofa sitting beside you.

“Yeah we’d gone on a run and saw them.” You nodded at the lie before Ryo spoke.

“Where are we, old man?” The two words you hadn’t expected him to repeat as he looked at Bakugo, who looked like he was about to kill the kid.

“Katsuki don’t.” You were tired and Kaiya had moved to lie on you to try and gain some sleep.

“Let me call someone, they might be able to sort this out.” Aizawa swiftly left not even questioning the lie.

Mina was the first one to speak however as Bakugo sat beside you, Ryo climbing on top to sit on his lap. “You can’t deny it they look like you both?”

“What? No, they don’t dumbass, we look totally different.” Bakugo was in denial and you had accepted that maybe they were from the future.

“Kacchan, we all see it.” Deku speaks.

Bakugo scowled at everybody as you hummed a song in Kaiya’s ear to make her fall asleep. Momo sat down in front ready to ask questions to the hyperactive Ryo, “Ryo, is it, how old are you and your sister?”

“I’m 7 and Kaiya is 5.” He speaks proudly, you stroked the boys hair Bakugo tense as the boy held his hand.

“And your surnames?” Momo continued, everybody wanting to hear this,

“Bakugo.” He spoke happily, it confirmed it all.

“And Y/n and Katsuki are your parents?” He nods, your hands still in his blond hair.

“Dad you were telling us about the first time you met mum when we were on the beach.” Ryo started playing with the silver band on Bakugo’s fingers.

“And where was that?” You ear perked at wanting to hear the answer.

Kaiya had drifted off, happily lying on your chest, “you both met at UA dad said you fell in love with him at the first time you met, but you told me that you thought he was an…”

You both speak in sync, “egotistical bitch.”

You didn’t know what to say as the boy happily played with Bakugo’s fingers, the rest of the class looking utterly astonished and for the first time Bakugo was lost for words. Aizawa walked back in with a woman you didn’t recognise, she introduced herself quickly. You didn’t care for her name, instead her quirk which let her identify connections between people which made her the most suitable for this situation.

“I need to touch your hands.” You put your hand out as Bakugo disgruntledly does as well before Ryo puts his hand on top and you put Kaiya’s on her as well. She closed her eyes as if she was working out all of the connections that the four of you would have with one another.

Before finally opening her eyes she grabbed a pen and paper quickly writing everything down which looked like an extensive list, your whole class waited patiently, intrigued to know her answer. “well here it is, Ryo and Kaiya are both siblings, Y/n is their mother and Katsuki is their father, and Y/n and Katsuki aren’t blood related but are marri…”

Aizawa coughs as everybody knew what the last word was. They were yours and you and Bakugo had lasted, even married in the future, you were able to have a family with him.

“They’re are what?” Bakugo was shocked to say the least.

“I told you, old man.” Ryo laughed at the boy.

You thanked the woman as you looked at Aizawa, “I already called the commission they’ll be here in a couple hours, go take them to your rooms.”

You nod carefully holding Kaiya and Ryo had started to fall asleep on Bakugo as well. The way Bakugo held him made you go soft inside; it was truly perfect and a sight for sore eyes. Moving into the closest room, which was Bakugo’s you all stepped inside, letting them sleep on his bed.

“What do you think they’ll do to them?”

“Hopefully find a way back for them, future us needs our kids after all.” You went beside the wall, making sure the two kids didn’t fall as Bakugo joined the other side, they slept peacefully in between the two of you.

“You really think we’ll have these two then.”

“It’s confirmed now, I’m…glad it’s with you.” Bakugo was acting nicer as he moved his daughters hair from her face.

“You’d be an amazing father Katsuki.”

“So, would you, princess.” You giggled as he moved his fingers into your own, you had started to drift off to sleep, Bakugo watching as he did see a family in front of him before he fell asleep himself.

You both slept peacefully before hearing banging on your door, “what time is it?” You mutter stretching your arms, there was no sign of the two kids, but you hadn’t realised it was only 6am (again?) and the sound of Kirishima’s voice echoed through the room.

“Baby wake up?” You giggle as his arm was wrapped around your own.

“One more minute.” His morning voice turning you on, you loved how rough and deep it got when he was tired.

You hit his head as he finally got up, you gave him a small peck before you left for your own room, not noticing anything to be different. He let you go and as you quickly got changed into your uniform you ran down the steps ready to eat some breakfast.

Bakugo sat beside you, his hand on your thigh, “I like the hair clip.”

You were confused before you touched your hair, unclipping it you saw a bright yellow colour, it was cute but definitely for a child, you didn’t even know where it came from. “Suki we went for ice cream last night and then we came straight back didn’t we?” You question.

“Yeah dumbass.” You nod before he speaks again, “last night was a blur.”

It was it felt like something was missing from your memories and you didn’t know what it was, even the hair clip brought a pain in your chest. You dismissed the idea entirely, you and Bakugo continued on happily eating and talking. He gave you a soft kiss whilst nobody was looking, it was soft and filled with love and comfort. Whatever you had both forgotten you were sure you’d find out one day what it was.

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unloved-cadillac · 4 years ago

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How would Dabi be with a civilian s/o:

>𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

In all honesty, this man probably bumped into you on the sidewalk or in a store. Of course he was disguised, but you did catch a glimpse of his scars. Or burns? You couldn’t remember.

“Hey. Watch it.” He said a bit annoyed. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.” You responded with a kind smile. Dabi’s mind went: cute.

After you left, he followed you. Out of protection for you and because he wanted to know where you lived. Very blunt, I know.

Dabi stalked you. Plain and simple. When he wasn’t busy with the league, he made it his mission to be near you. He found out where you worked, what restaurants you liked to eat at, family members, your friends. All the stuff he could get his hands on.

Your name was beautiful. Dabi found himself saying your name over and over again to himself but caught himself and scoffed. “Damn woman.”

He would be lying if he said he didn’t fantasize of having a relationship with you. The sex part and the usual bases of a relationship. Hand holding, talking. Everything.

But it was until he got caught by you in an alleyway did he know he was fucked. He was Dabi. The Cremation Villain. Villain. That’s what he was. All he ever would be, even to you.

“Hi. You’re the guy I bumped into the other day, isn’t it?” You say snapping him away from his thoughts. He chuckles. “Yeah.” He answers.

“I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” You ask. I know. I know everything about you. “Dabi.” He saw your eyes widen a bit. “Oh. You’re the villain aren’t you?” He nods. “But I’m not gonna hurt or mug you. I have no reason to anyway.” He explains and your shocked face relaxes into a smile. “Good. I’m broke anyway.” You joke and he chuckles.

“You’re not gonna call the cops or run for your life?” Dabi asks while you shake your head. “I have no reason to.” You repeat his words back at him and it was his turn to be shocked. “Well, see ya around. Dabi.” You walk past him and wave.

What?

After that, you started seeing Dabi everywhere you went. You, being you, didn’t find it weird or creepy. Actually, you felt a bit safer knowing that if you were to bump into trouble, you had him there.

You left some snacks and letters for him by your mailbox where you knew he stood. Dabi happily took it and snacked on it while he read your letters. Some were just a “hi :)” or “I saw you ;)” it made him chuckle, that’s for sure.

Finally, after months, he found himself in your apartment. You were at work, which he obviously knew, so he decided to snoop around. See what this girl who caught his attention was like.

You had basic stuff. A table, 2 chairs and a small ass kitchen. A tiny TV with a run down couch which looked like it was going to break at any moment. He actually felt sorry for you.

Your bedroom was a simple, single bed with a white blanket and two pillows. A wardrobe with some of your clothes. He knew you didn’t do laundry at your apartment, since you went to the one down the street, and he saw your basket starting pile up with clothes.

He knew what he was going to do.

He put on his “disguise” and went to the laundry place. He stayed there for 2 hours waiting for your clothes to be ready. And when it was, he realized what the actual fuck he was doing.

He was a criminal, a murderer but here he was, doing laundry for a girl he doesn’t know.

After putting your clothes on your bed, he left. He wanted you. He wanted you and he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do.

When you came home, you saw your clothes done and a note beside it:

“You live horribly. Just saying.”

-D.

You scoffed. “Idiot.” You slowly started falling for this man. And you had no idea how or what to do about it.

Couple of days later, after having supper with your friends, Dabi was by your door. Sitting, apparently waiting for you.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my stalker.” You say walking up the stairs to see him. Dabi looked up and chuckled. “Well, that’s a bit harsh.” He says standing up and facing you.

“What brings you here? Want to do more laundry?” You joke and he scratches his head. “Actually, I want to talk to you.” “About?” Fuck. Dabi wasn’t prepared.

“I-, uh.-..” he starts to say. Dammit. How was this so hard?! “Dabi.” You call his name and he looks at you. God, his name sounded good coming from your lips.

“I..like you. I know it’s weird. I don’t even know you. But you seem to be a good person, underneath the scars and burns.” You say and Dabi stares at you. He scoffs and avoids your big e/c eyes. “Damn, Y/n. You made this easier for me.” He says.

“What do you-..,” you don’t get to finish your sentence because his lips landed on yours. He tasted like cigarettes. But it wasn’t unpleasant, you actually liked it.

Pulling away, he cups your cheek and softly kisses your forehead. “I’ll see you around, angel.” Dabi softly tells you and disappears into the night, leaving you wonder what just happened.

Dabi returned back to you after a week. A mission came up and he wanted to at least taste you before he left.

It was 10pm when he knocked on your door. He knew you would be up because you didn’t have work the next day so you would be up watching those shows you love so much.

He waits patiently outside for you. After heading the door open, he sees you. In your robe, wide-eyed and confused.

“Dabi?” You say and walks up to you. “Where were you?” You ask as he moves closer. “Why? Were you worried?” Dabi asks and you blush. “Maybe.” You reply and he smirks.

“Y/n.” He calls and you look up at him, while his finger hooked under your chin.

“What I’m about to tell you, I have never done before. I like you and it terrifies me. But I want you to be mine. You can deny. I won’t blame you. No one would like to be with a villain anyway.” He finishes and looks at you.

All you did was whisper a soft “yes” and brought his lips to yours.

>𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

Dabi spent the night of his confession with you. Not in sex, just sleeping with you. Honestly, he hasn’t slept that well in years.

The next morning he left you, having needed to return back to the league. But he did get you breakfast.

You didn’t tell anyone that you were involved with someone, let alone a villain. You didn’t want Dabi to get caught.

A few months into your relationship, Dabi started to give you money. Where he got it from, you didn’t know. But when you refused, he took the money and bought something for your apartment. A new couch, food, a new TV. New bedding. He practically renovated your apartment.

Although the both of you had discussed it, Dabi couldn’t stay longer than a week with you. He couldn’t have the League asking questions of his whereabouts and exposing you.

He would rather leave without giving you a day he would be back thangive you false hope and get sad about him.

But that one week per month that he did stay, was the best week you ever had.

Dabi and you watched movies, played cards, cooked. He even taught you some recipes that he remembered from all those years ago.

When it came to sex, Dabi cared for you like no other did before him. He was gentle and loving almost. He hated leaving you in the morning too. That’s why he saved those intimate times for the nights he knew he could stay.

Now, almost a year into your relationship, Dabi trusted you with his life. When he would run from the police, he came to your apartment. Sometimes at 4am.

Knock knock. You hear on the window. Walking up to it, you see him. “Dabi?!” You whispers shout, “What the hell?” “Sorry, angel face. Gotta hide. May I?” “Of course you idiot. Get in here!”

You would wear his shirt all the time. And he loved seeing you in it.

Dabi also liked laying on your tummy, in between your legs while you ran your hands through his hair. That’s when you saw it.

🚫SPOILER🚫

“Baby? Why is your hair white?” You ask and he shoots up and touches his head. “What?” “It’s white. By your crown.” You point and he sprints to the bathroom.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You hear him whisper. Dabi sorta calms down and comes back into your room.

“Y/n. There’s something I need to tell you.” He says seriously. You sit up while he sits down next to you. He places his hand on your thigh and looks at you.

“My name, my real name, is Touya Todoroki. Endeavor is my father..” he begins and continues with his whole story. You listen intently and squeeze his hand in reassurance.

After he poured out all of the shit that he kept on his chest for years, you leaped into his arms making you both fall back on the bed, and smothered him in kisses.

You kissed his scars on his neck and mouth. Then moved to the ones under his eyes. He watched you and you then kissed him fully.

“Can I call you Touya?” You whisper and he nods. “Only here though.” “Of course. Thank you, babe. For telling me.” You say and he hugs you tighter. No. Thank you, Y/n.

It was a bumpy ride with plenty of fights between the two of you, but it was just out of missing each other. He tried keeping you safe as did you.

Dabi loved you. He really did. He told you on night before he left for three weeks. It was emotional and raw, because you loved him too.

But little did he know, someone had picked up on his routine...

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“I’m going through a Dabi phase.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#dabi x reader #dabi #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki #my hero academia dabi #boku no hero academia dabi #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia fanfiction

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seaweedbrain404 · 4 years ago

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Wolfstar Au: Questions and Confessions (pt 3 of Parties and Morning Regrets)

tw: panic attack

pt 2

pt4

read it on ao3

obligatory tag for @icitlali as you’re pretty much the main reason this fic turned into a series, i hope you enjoy it!

When Remus woke up again, hours later, he noticed three things. 1) there was a blanket over him, 2) Lily was home, he could hear her singing along to music in the kitchen and 3) Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

Just as well, Remus thought as he got up. He felt and heard all of his joints clicking and cracking while he stretched. He wrapped the blanket tightly around himself and waddled into the kitchen.

“Hi” He whispered, despite not having to.

Lily spun around, catching him in a hug. “Feeling better?” she asked, pressing her face against his chest.

“Yeah, sleep is good” Remus nodded as they let go, and Lily went back to cooking.

“I’m making dinner, you were asleep for ages”

“Figured, I’m starved”

“I slept with James”

“James?” The name vaguely rang a bell in Remus’ head but it’s not like he knew a lot of people called James.

“Potter- James Potter, remember?” Lily chewed her bottom lip, “from school?”

“Oh”

James Potter had been best friends with Sirius Black and that was probably the only way Remus knew him. There was also the fact that he had chased after Lily for most of their school days. Most people thought he was a rich, spoiled and arrogant boy but Remus found he never really saw him like that. From their limited interactions, Remus thought James was actually a quite pleasant person, a little big-headed but all round a good bloke.

“Yeah”

“And?” Remus waved his hands around, nearly letting the blanket fall to his feet.

“And… we may have exchanged numbers”

“Lily!”

“What?!”

“You always said you hated him!”

“Well I did… but, he got really fit” Lily admitted, pink dusting her cheeks.

“Fit? you slept with him cause he got fit?”

“Kind of- I mean, we talked at the party and he told me about his work and Remus, he’s a human rights lawyer”

This was an interesting piece of information. Remus didn’t know that James was also a lawyer but he did remember Sirius mentioning something about him the night of the party. Did this mean that maybe Remus was wrong? Maybe Sirius wasn’t working for his father anymore and he was in New York to team up with James. It was unlikely though since he specifically remembered his brain latching onto Sirius saying something along the lines of him doing business for his father. There was always the possibility of Sirius lying. However, Remus felt that was unlikely too. Sirius wasn’t much of a liar unless he had to.

He must’ve been quiet for too long because Lily nudged him gently. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah” Remus nodded, “just thinking”

“Bad thinking or good thinking”

Remus shrugged. “Just… thinking”

“Does it have anything to do with you definitely sleeping with your gorgeous ex-boyfriend the other night?”

Remus’ face reddened and he pulled the blanket tighter around himself as if it could shield him from all his problems and worries.

“Ha! I knew it” Lily was practically jumping up and down. “He left his phone number”

Remus groaned. “Throw it away”

“What?”

“Bin it, burn it, I don’t care”

“Remus, you can’t just cut off anyone who makes you feel things” Lily sighed.

“I don’t do that” Lie. He did it all the time.

“Yes you do… remember when you dated Anna? or Frank? or Sam?”

Remus shrugged and made a vague noise. He didn’t like where this was going but Lily carried on.

“You pushed them away as soon as it got too real, as soon as it got serious”

“Well, I just didn’t want to settle down with them”

“And why’s that, my friend?”

“I don’t know… they weren’t right” Remus shrugged again, “who are you? my therapist?”

“I’m your friend, idiot” Lily lightly hit his arm, smiling despite fully reading Remus like today’s paper. “I just think we both know it’s because they weren’t Sirius”

Remus had nothing to say to that. “Just… bin the number, I don’t want to talk to him”

Lily sighed, exasperated. “You don’t have to talk to him but I’m not throwing out his number, just in case”

“I’m not going to call him” He replied, leaning his chin on her shoulder.

“I know, you’re too set on making yourself miserable”

“That’s not true”

“Oh sure”

“I don’t even like him”

“I saw the way he looked at you, clearly he still cares a lot about you and…” she paused, kissing Remus’ forehead before reaching for two plates. “you do too or else you wouldn’t have invited him up earlier”

“I just didn’t want to leave him out in the cold” That’s all there was to it, Remus had told himself earlier. He was tired and leaving Sirius outside, alone in the cold, in a city he probably wasn’t familiar with just seemed like the wrong thing to do.

“Sounds like caring to me” Lily replied in a sing-songy voice.

Remus resorted to sticking his tongue out instead of formulating a response.

Lily passed him a plate filled with pasta and the two brought their food to the sitting room. “Who’s manning the bakery?” Remus asked, suddenly realising that neither one of them had gone to work.

“Marlene and Dorcas, I went in to check when I was picking up Mrs Pettigrew’s shopping” Lily paused for a forkful of pasta before continuing. “She was asking about you”

“Why me?”

“Dunno, she likes you”

Remus raised his eyebrow, changing the channel and ending up on an episode of Doctor Who.

“Yeah, I don’t know why but she said you should drop by soon” Lily added.

“Mmm, I might later”

The two finished their dinner in a comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on what the current Doctor was getting up to. After dinner, Lily showered and Remus finally got the chance to take that bath he had wanted nearly all day. He bid Lily an early goodnight afterwards, seeing as he was up for the morning shift the next day.

Remus didn’t mind working at the bakery, it meant he never had to walk far to get to work or to get home. He wasn’t passionate about it like Lily was though which meant for him, waking up at the arse crack of dawn wasn’t worth it. Still, he got up, feeling a billion times better than the day before, and got dressed. It was 4am when he got there and the only other person with him was Mary McDonald.

Mary was a good friend of Lily’s and just as passionate about making the best baked goods as she was. Their entire staff consisted of five people, usually there were two people there from 4 am up until 4 pm (despite it opening hours being 8am to 3 pm). During busier hours, another person came in from 11 am to 2 pm. It was a small business but it was open every day and sold everything from custom order cakes to bread, rolls and just nearly every other baked good under the sun. Lily was a fair boss and no one had to be in work for 4 am two days in a row since the bakery was so small, they didn’t need more than three people there at the one time. Usually they got by with just the two.

“Morning” Mary rubbed her eyes, turning on the radio when Remus walked in.

“ ‘Ello” He saluted, getting ready to sanitise the kitchen and get the dough prepared for all the baked goods they would be selling that day.

Remus liked working with Mary. She was quiet enough and most of the time the two got to enjoy listening to the radio, singing along to songs or commenting on the news as they worked. He hadn’t even thought about Sirius since the night before and all was going great.

That was until the clock hit 2:15. That was when Remus was working the till and that was when Sirius waltzed into the small establishment. Remus knew it wasn’t a coincidence because Lily’s bakery was small and very very local. There was no way Sirius had just so happened to wander in off the street.

To Remus’ dismay, after Sirius bought an eclair and a cup of coffee, he didn’t leave. Sirius didn’t leave even when he had finished, instead stuck around and ordered another coffee. Who drinks so much coffee, thought Remus, feeling more and more annoyed the more time Sirius spent not leaving. Eventually, it was time for Remus’ break and Mary took over the till.

Remus went out the back, into the alleyway for a cig and a yogurt. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to enjoy much of his lunch break by himself because after he had eaten, and lit the cigarette, someone he didn’t want to see appeared in his line of vision.

“You haven’t called”

Straight to the point then, Remus thought, taking an extra long drag of the cig. “No”

“Why not?” Sirius shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight between his two feet.

“Why is it that you always get to be the one asking questions and pointing out how much I’ve changed?” Remus countered, putting the cigarette out on the ashy tray on the windowsill.

Sirius didn’t say anything so Remus straightened and took a step forward with his hands tucked under his arms, to keep the cold off. The fingerless gloves weren’t much help. “How come you’re New York? Why are you still working for your father’s bloody firm? And why are you so quiet and subdued?”

While all of this was spilling out of Remus, he suddenly found himself right up in Sirius’ face with his breath ghosting his lips. Sirius didn’t back down though as steel grey met blazing amber.

“You never asked” He replied simply.

“Because you never gave me the chance to!” Remus took a step back and one forward again. “I did now so… go on, out with it”

“My father recently branched out to America, New York to be specific and I…. I wanted- no, I needed to get away” Sirius spat out. “I needed to get away from my parents because I had enough of them and everything they stood for and… and I finally stopped being so afraid of them!”

“So why did you go after me then?”

“I didn’t go after you”

“You talked to me at the party and then you showed up at my workplace” Remus reasoned, “I’m so sorry that I misread the fucking signs!”

“You’re the one that invited me up to the flat!”

“Yes, because it was cold out and I didn’t want to be that guy who left someone in a new city out in the freezing fucking cold”

“Really? because you didn’t have a problem making jabs at me and being a cruel bastard”

“Oh I’m the bastard, sure”

“That’s not fair and you know it!”

“Well life isn’t fair either and you don’t get to decide what’s fair and what’s not, so how about you fuck off Sirius”

“No” came Sirius’ sharp reply.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said no” Sirius’ voice was shaking and Remus hated himself for wanting to comfort him. “No because I’m still in love with you even though you clearly don’t want me to be because you’re acting like a condescending asshole 90% of the time and the other 10 you remind me of the guy I fell for in Year 7”

Remus felt winded. Year 7?? “You- you can’t just drop that on me….” He trailed off, staggering backwards. “I need get back to work”

He turned on his heel and ran a hand through his hair. Sirius said something, shouted Remus’ name maybe but his voice sounded distant and fogged. Somehow he stumbled back into the bakery to see Mary look at him with worried eyes.

“Remus?”

Her voice was distant too and the room was too warm. His lungs wouldn’t fill properly and his head spun. He felt like he was going to pass out and he would’ve literally hit the ground if Mary hadn’t caught him.

She put him in a chair against the wall and grabbed a bottle of water, fusing over him and saying things Remus wasn’t hearing because the sound of his heart racing was far too loud. Yep, this is how I die, he thought, leaning back in the chair and letting his head hit the wall.

Suddenly Mary appeared in front of him again, he could only tell by the hands on his shoulders as his eyes were closed. “Remus? Remus, deep breaths love” when Remus was unresponsive she tried again. “Remus breathe in, 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. and hold the breath 2... 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. and out again, 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8…”

This time Remus followed Mary’s lead. They did the breathing exercise a couple more times before Remus felt stable enough to open his eyes again. “What happened?”

“Listen I-“ Remus cut himself off because what did happen. “Thank you, I don’t really- can we not talk about it?”

Mary was kind, there was no denying that. She nodded, despite looking concerned. “Of course, yeah, whatever makes you comfortable”

Mary insisted that Remus stay in the back for the rest of the day and he was happy enough not having to man the till. Sirius had completely disappeared and Remus was too tired to do anything about it. At 3pm, Mary locked up and they set about preparing ingredients and products for the next day, freezing selected stock and cleaning the kitchen.

By the time they had finished Mary was still concerned. “Hey, are you alright now?”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m good” Remus would’ve preferred to face Sirius again and risk another panic attack rather than have to talk to Mary about what happened earlier.

Mary gave him a tight smile and put a hand on his arm. “Mind yourself, yeah?” she gave his arm a light squeeze before the two went their separate ways.

#marauders #marauders fic #marauders au #modern marauders #hp marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar angst #wolfstar fic #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #wolfstar au #lily evans #background jily #mary mcdonald

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mindthelspace · 3 years ago

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Fuck this. I'm tired of this.I rarely get harassed. Strangers don't approach me, and when people I don't know give me compliments... it's usually harmless and nice. I can't remember the last time a guy wouldn't leave me alone. I can't remember the last time I felt scared of being imminently raped. I can't remember the last time I got harassed in a way that felt threatening as opposed to just... mildly annoying. I've always walked home alone at night, often while drunk, often via side streets. I've usually felt safe, and, you know what? So far? I've been proven right. Jack + Shit has happened to me alone at 4am in alleyways.

... But I constantly. CONSTANTLY. Have to watch my friends expressing fear, having their nights ruined, coming home in tears... because some creep decided to follow them, bug them, grab them, force themselves on them. Because they had their fun and comfort destroyed and their safety compromised by something that is normal for them, but that hardly ever happens to me.

I wish, more than anything, that I could isolate whatever it is that shields me and give it to every woman who constantly suffers at the hands of entitled bastards. I don't care if it's "I'm ugly" or "I look angry". If I'm ugly and/or angry-looking, it's working in my favour, and it's a gift more than a curse. I just want to take what ever the fuck it is that I seem to be able to take for granted- even if it’s ugliness or angriness... that lets me move through the world un-groped, and give it to every single other woman. Rant over.

#misogyny #personal #rant #fuck everything

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httpswwwtbhkcom · 4 years ago

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Killing Spree

Chapter 1- Newfound Friend

... Pairing: Momo Yaoyorozu x Reader [@httpswwwtbhkcom’s masterlist] [Killing Spree Navi] Summary: Momo is working at a Yakuza her parents’ owned. She had killed multiple people called her ‘targets’ since she was going to be the next Oyabun. After her last killing spree, her new target was named Y/n L/n. A beautiful young lady, the same age as Momo. She unexpectedly saw you on a dark alleyway surrounded by another Yakuza. She had saved you, then both became friends. She had liked you every second she has with you. Her parents had noticed her sneaking out lately. So they confronted her, That had let into an arguement.

Yaomomo’s Yakusa name is Creati

Warning: Some wrong grammars, mafia au, some swearing,

Genre: Fluff, some angst, mafia au,

Keys:

Y/n- your name, L/n- last name, Yakuza- mafia, Senpai- a person a year or more older than you, Kouhai- a person younger than you,

Names: Uramaya Sakuyomi- Your one of your 3rd year friends, Isetaki Nahiko- One of your Kouhai, Koni Mitsuyama - Favorite Kouhai,

A/n: I made some fake names for a reason too! I don’t want people to be confused. Anyways, Enjoy!

The characters are 20+ Years old!

Reader: Female

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[Y/n’s introduction] [Prologue] [Momo’s introduction] .. [Chapter 1 (You are Here)] [Next]

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You walked back to your apartment, thinking about what had happened previously. You tried to remember the looks of the girl. ‘She had dark black hair. Same color as the eyes. She was wearing a black jacket with some black pants. Must be a suit.’

You hoped to see Momo Yaoyorozu again. If that was her name correctly. You yawned. Right, It was late already. You slumped on your bed, you have college tomorrow. Working and learning is hard altogether, but it was worth it since that’s what keeps you alive right now.

You became hazy. Then you slowly dozed off, softly snoring.

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You woke up to see the clock at 4am. ‘Thank gosh i’m not late.’ You said to yourself. Before standing up to make breakfast.

You ate a simple meal since you have a few hours left before class starts.

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“Good morning Y/n!” Urayama greeted in a sing-song voice. You giggled, Typical Ura. “Good morning to you too Urayama.” You greeted back. Uramaya Sakuyomi is one of your friends here in college. Since you didn’t want to be lonely of course.

Few moments later, Urayama started to walk slow as you both get closer to both of your Class. You noticed this and asked Urayama why she slowed down.

“Uhm. Well...” She stuttered. You slightly tilted your head while maintaining eye contact. “I... uh.. how do i put this..” She asked herself. “I accidentally spilled my hot chocolate to our teacher and she seems pissed yesterday.” She quickly answered.

You gently patted her back. “It’s fine don’t worry, She won’t be mad anymore. She said it before ‘Forgive and forget.’” You said determined. She quickly stood straight, eyes glimmering in the process. “Let’s go Ura. We don’t want to be late or else we get detention again..” She nodded happily then taking the lead.

You both sat down to your regular seats. You thought that this will be a normal day. Luckily, The teacher was not as pissed as yesterday, What Urayama had said.

But when the teacher called you to answer a question. You almost embarrassed yourself by tripping, Luckily, it wasn’t noticed by both the Teacher and your classmates.

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“Senpai L/n!” A student shouted, you turned to see it was Isetaki Nahiko, Your Kouhai holding a paper. You stopped walking and told Urayama to continue without you. “What is it Nahiko?” You asked the boy. “Mitsuyama said to ask you if you want to join the Gardening club.” Nahiko answered while giving you a paper. It was a paper about the Gardening club and many more about plants. “Sure!” You grinned, The boy looked at you “Really?! Mitsuyama will be so glad you came!” He exclaimed. “I’ll tell her you want to apply! Bye Senpai!” The blonde said, while running to his friend. “Bye! and be careful!” You replied. You heard a faint ‘I will!’ and ‘Nahiko! No running in the halls’. You giggled before leaving to go to the next class.

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You went in the Gardening Club room, Mitsuyama, who had seen you coming inside shouted: “Senpai! I’m glad you came!” You smiled and nodded, greeting her.

“You must be the last one, Y/n L/n right?” A girl a year older than you asked. You nodded.

Then all of you went home after your meet and greet, and some activities taken by the new Club president.

You went to the flower shop and greeted the faces you saw. You quickly changed into your uniform then went into the cashier.

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At the infamous well-hidden Yakuza School (UA University?)..

“Can we visit her today? Kero.” Tsuyu asked. “Yeah! We haven’t seen her in weeks.” Uraraka whined.

“Seen who?” The duo colored haired boy asked curiously. The conversation had been heard by Momo Yaoyorozu. She couldn’t help but eavesdrop about what their talking about. “Oh it’s our friend! She isn’t like any of us, but she’s so nice!” Uraraka answered. “Seems like a useless piece of shit to me.” Bakugo scoffed. They looked at the blonde, disgusted. “You can’t just say that Bakugo! You don’t even know her!” Iida defended, earning a nod from the others.

Midoriya took a bite before answering Tsuyu’s question. “Sure! I kinda miss Y/n right now.” The word ‘Y/n’ had been heard by Momo. She quickly turned her head to the three people “Can i join?” She asked. “Sure!” Uraraka said while eating her food.

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Ding! That sound notified you that there were people inside. You stopped to whatever you were doing at the cashier and greeted them “Good afternoon, welcome to--- Tsuyu?” You said, quite embarrassed for some reason. “Oh hey!” You greeted them again. They said their ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s then Uraraka showed you what’s behind her. “We brought a guest with us!” She said. It was Momo. “Momo?” You asked. “Nice to see you again.” She smiled awkwardly. The three were dumbfounded. You both knew each other? “Oh that’s nice you both know each other already. Kero. May i ask how?” She asked both of you.

“We met when i almost got kidnapped. Good thing she was just passing by or else i’d be dead by now.” You answered for Momo.

Uraraka gasped then hugged you. “Oh my gosh! Momo thank you for taking care of her. She’s really clumsy and uncaring about her own surroundings sometimes!” She said. You blushed, shouting a ‘H-hey!’. Momo only smiled and looked at you. You looked breathtaking, under the golden hues. She wanted to stare at you until Midoriya got a text from Kirishima

4:27PM ~Today~

Kirishima: Hey Midoriya! Where are you guys? All Might told us that there will be a meeting today. Midoriya: Ah sorry! We just passed by a friend today. I’ll inform them. Kirishima: Great! See you soon!

4:31PM ~Today~

Midoriya sighed, catching the attention of the four people near him. “We’re really sorry but we need to go Y/n. I guess we’ll have to visit you next time.” He said, pretty sad he will be leaving early. “What? But we just came!” Uraraka whined, earning an intense look from Midoriya. She groaned, as well as Momo and Tsuyu. “I guess we have to leave now.. Please take care Y/n! Kero.” Tsuyu said. Earning a good bye and a sad smile from you. Everyone except Momo went outside, She gave you a piece of paper with her number in it. “I will.” You smiled.

“I’ll be waiting for our text then.” She said before leaving the shop.

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aaronhart93 · 4 years ago

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after work || zara & aaron

Discord text thread featuring: Aaron & @x-heartbreaker

When: early morning March 11, 2020

Mentions: -

Description: Aaron takes Zara home after he finds her getting attacked outside of work

Trigger Warnings: injuries, assault, stalker/pervy dude

Zara

In the early morning hours, Zara’s shift is finally over. She’s been back and forth between serving in the vip section and bar tending, depending on what’s available on any given day, she picks up as many shifts as humanly possible. That leaves her tired but she continues to push through it. Tonight in the vip section, Ryan is present, just like most nights she’s working there. He’s not someone Zara would have looked twice at but she learned his name early on, as part of the customer experience really, she learned it made her better tips. It’s another night of turning down his advances but smiling through it like the trooper she is. When she cleans up her section and closes down for the night, she’s relieved that she isn’t required to smile anymore and she heads down to wait for her cab home. That’s when he appears again, offering her a ride home, which she politely declines. Before she can even turn her attention back to the street, her body is nearly thrown against the side brick wall of the building in the alleyway between the club and the building next door. The impact of her back hitting the wall and of his body pressing into hers knocks the breath out of her. When she regains her senses her hands are pinned above her head and all she can smell is the alcohol of his breath while his mouth is on her neck. Why isn’t her adrenaline kicking in, it’s like she’s frozen. His other hand his unbuttoning his pants but Zara is busy turning her head away to avoid his mouth getting anywhere near hers. “Get off of me!”

Aaron.

Aaron wasn’t typically at his bars like this so late. He had people for that, and he was already busy enough during the week. He needed to sleep at some point. There were a lot of assumptions about Aaron — some true, some not so true. But no one could say that he didn’t work hard. Tonight, he was entertaining some high profile people and wanted to make sure that everything went smoothly. He introduced himself, and even had a couple of drinks with the group. On the house, of course. Aaron knew that if he charmed the pants off of these people that it would be great for business. When the group finally left, Aaron decided to make his exit and head home to his kid and partners. He looked at the time. It was 4am and he certainly wasn’t sober enough to get in his car and drive himself back to the pent. He needed to just stop driving in the city in general...but he just loved his car. He called for his car service as he made his way out of the back entrance. He shoved his hands in his designer coat then heard someone scream. He turned towards the back alley when he saw one of his staff members being attacked by a patron. “Shit.” He mumbled to himself before making a split second decision to run up to the pair to pull the male off of Zara. He grabbed his clothing by the shoulder and socked him in the face which made him fall to the ground. “Fuck. Are you okay?”

Zara

There isn’t much that surprises Zara these days, not after what she’s been through in the foster system, but somehow this has caught her off guard. She never would have expected that this guy would even have enough balls to try something like this. Is that why somehow she couldn’t fight back? She was already looking for a reason to blame herself, as she always did. Soon the pressure of his body is a weight lifted off of hers and it’s only then that she’s able to try and catch her breath. The throbbing pain in the back of her head is kicking in and she knows there’s got to be some damage there from the force of it hitting the bricks but she isn’t prepared to feel it yet. Immediately she recognizes Aaron and is flooded with embarrassment. “I....” she can’t lie just yet and say that she’s fine but she also doesn’t want to speak not being fine into reality. “Thanks.”

Aaron.

his attention shifted from Zara to the man who was now rolling on the ground beneath him. Aaron delivered a kick to his stomach. Just for good measure. He didn’t really need to hit him again. He just wanted to make sure that he got the message. Don’t fuck with Aaron Hart and the people he cares about. Not to mention, the alcohol running through him made him think he was tougher than he actually was. He physically put himself in front of Zara and the man, who was a regular at the club and whom Aaron was sure never to allow back again. “You fucked up, man. Get lost.” He told him sternly, which must have prompted him to get up off onto his feet and scurry off. The businessman finally turned back to the woman. He wasn’t sure if he should touch her or what? Did she want a hug? A comforting hand on her shoulder? “What a dick.” Aaron looked at her nervously. She seemed....almost frozen. He took his jacket off and offered it to her, holding it out so that he could help her get into it. “Should we get you checked out? My driver can take us to the hospital.” He suggested.

Zara

this entire situation felt like more of an outer body experience than anything. it was almost like she was standing outside of her body and watching it happen without being able to stop it. she winced hearing the contact of Aaron's foot with the mans stomach, not that she didn't think it was deserved. And when he was eventually struggling to stand, the brunette still clenched her eyes shut almost just waiting for what could possibly come next. Thankfully it was retreating footsteps. Eventually she opened her eyes again, reminding herself to breathe. "im sorry i didn't mean to cause a scene." it took her a moment but she slid the jacket over her shoulders, the fact that she was physically shaking not even apparent in her mind. "ill be fine" hospital bills were not something she could even think about right now. "are you ok?"

Aaron.

Aaron was genuinely confused as to how and why Zara thought that she needed to apologize. She was the one being attacked after all. If anything, Aaron should have been sorry for not having some established safety precautions for the staff members getting out of work extra late. He’d need to work on that. It was number one on his to do list this upcoming week. “I’m fine.” He insisted, shaking his head. The adrenaline was actually still pumping through him. He wasn’t even cold without his coat. “And don’t be sorry. I promise that nothing like that is going to happen again. Okay?” He promised the other. He was confused as to why she didn’t want to go get checked out. Was it the money? Or did she not want to spend all night in the ER? “Can I are least call my doctor so he can talk to you to make sure you don’t need to be seen?” He suggested as he got a notification telling him that his ride was parked by the back door. “Let me take you home at least.” He practically pleaded with her.

Zara

The look on his face was telling her that she wasn't saying the right thing, but her mind felt like it was in so many places, yet blank all at once. She was lucky if she could even form a coherent sentence. Didn't she have mace in her purse just for this reason? Zara glanced down at her purse that was still zipped so that didn't do her any good, did it? Even though she was prepared, clearly she wasn't. And now that's boggling her mind. She didn't feel like herself. She could have done better, no doubt. She'd kicked plenty of ass in the past, what happened this time? Shaking her head she looked at him, she knew he was speaking but she hardly listened, so she just agreed when she heard the okay "okay." Reaching up she felt the back of her head, "it's just a bump." except that when she moved her hand, there was very clearly blood on her fingers that she wiped on the dark material of her black skirt. "okay. i guess i didn't have much luck getting a cab..."

Aaron.

"Okay." Aaron nodded once, relieved that she had at least agreed to let Aaron take her home. He was kicking himself for letting this happen to any employee. Maybe if he were paying better attention than this wouldn't have happened. The businessman lead Zara into the car, opening the door for her to let her crawl in first. Once he was in the car, he got on the phone with a doctor. That was the best thing about being rich - your staff was on call for you literally 24/7 because that's what they were paid to do. Zara's apartment wasn't far. Good thing because Aaron was getting nervous; she needed to get ice on the bump as soon as possible. "Do you want me to come up with you? Make sure you get settled okay." He asked, once the driver pulled over to the side. He didn't want to just assume, but he wanted to make sure that Zara got inside okay.February 27, 2021

ZaraBOT — 02/27/2021

shocked is still not an accurate depiction of what Zara felt. She’s mad at herself for not seeing this coming and not being more prepared. Why hadn’t she said anything sooner when she noticed this guy in almost every place she was, work and out of work. The next thing on her mind was the fear that this might not be the last she saw of him. But beyond that once in the car she was glad to be sitting down, Zara didn’t realize her legs were shaking. On top of that her head was throbbing but before she knew it they were in front of her shabby apartment building. “If you want to, I’m sure I’ll be ok,” though her voice didn’t sound sure. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the help but her shithole apartment was also kind of an embarrassment. Her entire apartment could probably fit in his one bathroom.

Aaron.

The businessman was unsure how to respond to this. He was a guy, and she'd just been attacked by one. Should he have called one of her friends to get her or something? Aaron could see that Zara was visible upset and shaken up. Should he hold her? He was no equipped for this. The millionaire got out of the car and opened the door for her to let her out. "I could walk you up? I won't come in if you don't want me to...I just want to make sure you get up there okay." He suggested, putting a hand on her shoulder without even realizing it and guiding her slowly towards the front doors of her apartment building.

#discord #zara #tw: stalker #tw: assault

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superblizzardfire · 4 years ago

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53. “Kiss me like you mean it” (HulkEye)

The mission went off without a hitch. Everyone remained undercover, and the reality bomb was disabled without a single casualty (except for the guy who put it there). All that remained was for everyone to sneak away before the authorities arrived.

Bruce paired up with Clint and they walked briskly down a series of dark alleyways. It was nearly 4am and their footsteps seemed far too loud in the cool air. Anyone with ears would be able to follow them and it made Bruce very nervous.

Even Clint kept glancing behind them, one hand hovering towards his bow. If the cops didn’t find them, some freak with a knife might. Bruce was already so jumpy that it wouldn’t take much for the other guy to make an appearance.

After a series of twists and turns that made him dizzy, Clint came to a stop. ‘We should be good for a minute,’ he murmured. ‘You alright?’ His stern face softened as he turned to Bruce. ‘We’ll give it a little longer then head back to…’

Bruce heard it at the same moment: voices, curt and clipped, shortly followed by the clomp of boots. Military boots. ‘Shit.’

The alley up ahead was a dead end. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to blend in…

Clint placed his hands on Bruce's shoulders. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked seriously.

Panicked, Bruce just nodded.

‘Then kiss me like you mean it.’

‘You wha – ‘

Clint shoved him up against the wall and kissed him hard. For a long moment Bruce was too surprised to react, frozen in utter confusion as soft lips pressed firmly against his own.

But Clint just grabbed Bruce's hovering hands, repositioned them on his waist and continued kissing him like a horny teenager behind the bike sheds. Bruce would have laughed at how cheesy this was, except that they were in real danger here, so he tightened his grip and gave as good as he got.

The footsteps grew louder. This wasn’t going to work…

There were four military guys, armed and angry, and in his peripheral vision he saw them pause when they were spotted. ‘For god’s sake,’ one muttered.

‘Move it along, this is a restricted area!’

If they complied, they’d be recognised instantly. So Bruce threw embarrassment to the wind and moaned loudly, his hands drifting down to cup Clint’s ass. Clint stiffened in surprise, then he smirked against Bruce's mouth.

‘Leave them. We’ve got our orders.’ Miraculously, the soldiers kept on walking.

And they kept on kissing.

Clint’s hands drifted up to run through Bruce's hair, their bodies still pressed together. No one had kissed Bruce in so long, and they should probably stop, but Clint was really, really good at this…

They finally pulled apart to stare at each other.

‘Well,’ said Bruce hoarsely. ‘That was, uh, good thinking.’

Clint swallowed hard. ‘Thanks. You too, with the – with the moaning.’

Heart pounding, Bruce licked his lips nervously. Clint glanced down to follow the motion. A long moment passed in which neither of them moved.

More footsteps approached.

There was no mistaking the gleeful look in Clint’s eye. ‘Round two?’

Bruce laughed, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him softly. This time it was slow and deep, and it made his heart pound in a good way. Clint stroked his cheek, then broke the kiss to gently suck on Bruce's lower lip.

Bruce's breathy sigh was all part of the act, of course.

The footsteps stopped and there was a long, painful silence. ‘Do you boys need a minute?’ asked Natasha.

They jumped guiltily apart. ‘Nat! How the hell did you find us?’ Clint sounded uncharacteristically breathless.

‘Wasn’t hard.’ She smirked. ‘You guys are adorable. Ready to head home?’ Without waiting for a reply, she walked off.

Bruce was grateful the darkness hid his furious blush. ‘Thanks,’ he said quietly. ‘That could have gone badly.’

Clint shrugged easily, not quite meeting his eyes. ‘No prob Doc, distracting is what I’m good at.’

‘Maybe you could teach me,’ he blurted before he could stop himself.

For a worrying moment, Clint didn’t react. Then he grinned. ‘Oh yeah? I could give you some pointers. For science.’

Bruce ran his tongue over his slightly swollen lip. ‘For science,’ he agreed.

Ahead of them, Natasha groaned. ��Get a room, guys.’

Prompt #53 from this list

#HulkEye #why are there no HulkEye gifs :(#Bruce Banner #Clint Barton #my fic #fluff #surprise kissing

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wichols · 5 years ago

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Story Time

So this story needs a little bit of context.

Context:

Now, I am not a messy person by nature but cleaning my house/room has never been a top priority UNLESS company is coming over or I am procrastinating from working on something else (in college it was usually from writing papers).

My mother COMPLETE OPPOSITE. When I was really young (elementary school and into high school) she would wake up at 4am. 4AM. To clean! Mind you she would clean up after every meal. Sweep the floor constantly. Windex mirrors. She would drink her cup of coffee while cleaning. That was just who she was.

Now me. I am not a morning person. I will never be a morning person. And so help me if someone comments anything to the degree of, “Just wait till you have kids then you will become a morning person!” Thanks for your unsolicited advice, Susan! No one gives a damn. I am in my prime after 7 pm my second wind starts at 9 pm. I am well acquainted with the night hours. I need like a solid hour or two to really become my chipper people loving self in the morning. You would never. And I truly mean never, catch me trying to clean my house before 9 am let alone before I leave for work on a weekday.

So as a tactic to make cleaning fun my mom usually worked her way into convincing me to clean house with her on a Saturday. She would make something super yummy for breakfast (I am a sucker for anything breakfast), wait till about 10am, and ask if I would help for two hours. After two hours she would take me out to eat somewhere (Burger King Whopers usually). Here is the kicker. During those two hours of cleaning my mom would bump jams. Like turn up the surround sound to 3/4th it’s abilities and we would sing and dance.

Our go-tos:

Shania Twain

AND

Meatloaf

To this day I could still probably sing every song on those two albums!

From that point on bumping music meant cleaning.

Fast forward to today.

I have been married for almost 5 years. My husband is a total quiet introvert. His Myers-Briggs is INTP/INFJ/INFP. He likes his quiet alone time, with his quiet instrumental music, sitting in an equally quiet house. He requires a cool room and fan blowing to fall asleep. He goes to bed early and wakes up at 4:30 am to work out. And then there is me. ENFP/ENFJ needs interactions with others, can fall asleep literally anywhere, slight insomniac, and needs music to fall asleep. I am loud and bubbly. If he doesn’t smile he looks like he would be the kind of guy to mug you in an alleyway.

Let this also be stated. I like just about any kind of music. But specifically, when I am cleaning I like it loud. Like I am at a concert loud. Like noise complaints loud. My husband dislikes about 85% of the music I listen to and 100% of how loud I listen to it.

For almost 5 years, I have struggled to clean my house because my husband is still in school (2 years of undergrad and going on 3/4 years of graduate studies) and needs his quiet to accomplish homework. The only time I would really, really, clean would be nights that he was away. Which isn’t much. I have resolved myself to just wearing headphones and blasting music into/through my inner ear.

He mentioned this morning that he was going to be gone for the evening, to which I responded, “Good I will clean up the house while you are gone and bump some jams.” We had a little conversation about why I like to clean while he is gone. Nothing more to note until I get this message about three hours into my shift.

My husband is not the expressive type in the slightest. It takes a lot for him to laugh and even more to give me an answer other than, “Sure.” He keeps his feels locked away tight and very rarely cries in front of others. But my husband is a sensitive person. He is a big teddy bear. He hates confrontation and being a decision-maker.

BUT Y’ALL! This spoke to my heart. He gets me. Even though he does not like my music or my overly expressive nature (Got those big feelings, crying every other day vibes). He spoke to my heart by this one little action. He wanted to make sure my bluetooth speaker was charged so I could clean to my heart's content.

It’s the little things that really get me. And today, this got me real good. My husband was not and will never be a grand gestures kind of guy. He is my little things guy.

Also, he set his nickname as Husband the Gray. (if anyone was wondering)

TL;DR- My mom taught me the best way to clean is with singing and dancing. My husband spoke my love language and it needs to be documented. Do the little things. Because the little things are big things.

#appreciation post #love language

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zoey-wades · 5 years ago

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Honeymoon (King Liam x MC)

Rating: M (Drug Use, Substance Abuse, Violence)

Characters: Dark!Liam Rys x Dark!Lyra Frasier (MC)

Summary: Fresh out of school and trying to figure things out, Lyra Frasier spends her weekdays going to a job she hates and her weekends in a drug fueled haze. And then she meets golden boy Liam. Lyra soon realizes that the violent underbelly of New York City’s elite may be more than she can handle.

Word Count: 2,155

Author’s Notes: This is sometimes a bit hard to write for, because you have to be in the right headspace for it. I'm finally getting around to it. This is the most I’ve written in a while, and I’m finishing at almost 1 am.

-x-

O1. Bad Habits

Lyra couldn't, for the life of her, figure out how she ended up vomiting in the bathroom of some East Village hole-in-the-wall.

Actually, she understood the vomit. She tested her luck with the Jolly Rancher shots, and she paid the price. Her cell phone --which was covered in some unknown sticky substance-- told her that it was close to 4am. Which meant that there was a whole two or three hours that she couldn't account for. The last she could remember, she was going shot for shot with her dealer at a dive bar near Tribeca. She was feeling pretty good until...Oh.

The sound of the heavy bass beyond the stall door made her head throb, and she realized that she was laying in a heap on the dirty bathroom floor. She managed to mostly throw up in the toilet, and she still had her purse and cash to get home.

Lyra: 1. Life: 0.

The thudding of the bass quickened, and someone was shouting something about peeing. As the fogginess of the drugs cleared a little, she realized that the bass was someone knocking on the door.

Wiping the tiredness from her eyes, she winced when she realized that she smudged her makeup into her eye. Along with whatever was on the bathroom floor. At this point, she couldn't bring herself to care. She'd already pressed her face to it when she passed out. No use in being anal now. Pulling herself to her feet, she used toilet paper to wipe her mouth and eyes, and flushed every biohazard down the toilet.

New Message:

“Lyra...it’s me. I saw you at the bar with Maxwell. ... how you deal with shit, why can’t you just...? Call me back.”

New Message:

“...I swear to fucking God, if you don’t...in an hour I’m going to come get you. I can figure out where you are...”

New Message:

“...this is why I cheated. You just don’t know how to let shit go. I’m done.”

Lyra wanted to cry. In fact, she could feel herself trying to =will the tears forward. But, ultimately, she just felt tired and dehydrated, and very very confused. Sitting atop an overturned crate in the alleyway behind the bar, she listened to the last of the messages, which sounded weirdly distorted and slow to her ears. She dropped her heavy, clouded head in her hands. Seeing Justin that night was bad enough. Having him call to remind her of all the ways she was a fuckup was just the shit icing on the shit cake that was her life.

She knew that she wasn’t the greatest girlfriend. She had really terrible bouts of depression that took a while to get out of. And, sure, she could’ve been more attentive to his needs. But she was trying her best. Up until he broke up with her, she thought she was getting better. She was going to therapy, and taking her medication. She hadn’t gone out partying in months, and she came straight home after work.

Maybe she wasn’t making as much progress as she thought. That was obvious, based on where she was and how she ended up there. She chuckled humorlessly.

It was now 5 A.M.

The sky was a deep shade of purple, and every blink seemed to make the colors more vibrant. Her vision doubled, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She realized that her shift was in three hours, and she had to sober up to the best of her ability before heading in. The scattered conversations of the exiting bar goers drifted away, and she considered calling an Uber when she heard harsh whispers further down the alleyway, away from the street. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as if someone was pushed into something, followed by the sickening sound of someone being punched. Drug-fueled curiosity crept into Lyra, and she considered looking to see what was going on and calling the police.

Then she remembered that she was Black and decided to mind her business. Steeling herself, she took a few deep breaths and rose to her feet... then fell on her ass on top of the crate again. She felt like she could feel the Earth spinning on its axis. She wondered if, maybe, she could run fast enough to match the speed of the spinning. Since, clearly, it was moving so fast that she was losing her balance.

Kind of like those spinning carnival rides.

Clumsily rising up from the crate she attempted to run in her heeled boots, then stumbled a few feet to the curb of the street before being overcome with the severe dizziness she felt earlier in the night. Leaning up against the opposite brick wall, she vomited on the sidewalk, and collapsed on the ground in a puddle of dirty rain water.

-x-Liam-x-

This wasn’t at all how he wanted to start his weekend. He got a call about a mole among his father’s ranks. And once again, he had to be the one to handle it. He could understand that his father was older now, and therefore less inclined to pay attention. But, Jesus Christ if Liam wasn’t tired of constantly picking up after him.

Drake found him first, pissing drunkenly in the alley outside the bar. Neither Liam nor his best friend were into the idea of fucking up someone in such a public place. It left a lot of questions, and it left the potential for witnesses. But both men were already annoyed with the fact that they had to follow this guy for hours, in the dead of night, before getting him alone. Earlier, they watched as he approached a young, dark skinned woman, clad in ripped denim jeans, a tank top, and a leather jacket. Her messy, dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she cocked her head to the side, curiously. She was clearly already far gone by the time Sebastian Clark approached her, but even she could sense the leery nature of dad’s associate. He was about twice her age, with a steely gaze and abrasive nature. He smiled strangely at her, rubbing her arm, and she swayed slowly, scrunching up her nose before walking away.

Liam noticed him put something in her drink before she left. Which made him feel a little less badly about what he was about to do to him.

Now, it was just the three of them facing each other in the alleyway, with Clark looking as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“Damn, Seb,” Drake tutted, shaking his head and smirking, “What are you doing man? Stealing money, tipping the feds, and drugging girls? It doesn’t stop with you, huh?”

The older man raised his hands in defense, and took a step back, tripping over his own feet, “I don’t know what you’re talking about man. I ain’t no snitch.”

Liam shoved his hands in his pockets and took three slow strides towards the man, “So you admit that you’ve been stealing and drugging girls. Or did I just imagine your account transfers, and you dropping a pill in that girl’s drink?”

“I-I didn’t...”

“Ah, so I’m delusional now, is that it?” Liam raised his brows, glancing at Drake, who kept his eyes trained on the bumbling man before them, “You hear that, Walker? Apparently, I imagined all of this shit.”

“Interesting...” Drake shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, and produced a pair of brass knuckles, “Maybe he forgot. I think I needa jog his memory.”

At this, Clark turned and tried to make a run for it. To where, Liam wasn’t altogether sure. The alley stopped at a dead end, and he knew Clark wasn’t a fighter. He was just making Liam even more frustrated with his cowardice. Pulling the knife from his sheath, he threw it, taking aim at his back. It pierced Clark’s skin with expert precision, and he fell into a couple of metal trash bins, toppling them over.

As the two younger men approached, Clark groaned and began begging for his life, mumbling something about his loyalty and how long he’d been with the family. At this, Drake laughed and landed a lazy kick to the man’s side.

“Shut the fuck up and take this beating like a man. You shoulda thought about that shit before you stole from us and tried to get us killed.”

Drake approached him, and he raised his hands again, “Wait, wait, what about Constantine? I’m his oldest friend!”

Liam felt the anger swell in his chest. He had the audacity to mention him after betraying his trust and stealing millions? Liam landed the first punch, squarely in the side of Clark’s head.

“You’re dead to him,” Liam coolly replied.

And with that, Drake took over, landing punch after punch until nothing was left but pulp and matter smeared on the concrete.

“We can’t just leave her here, Man...Look at her. She’s shivering, ” Liam looked down at the passed out woman, drenched in dirty water, “Also, someone might ask questions, and the cleanup crew is on its way.”

Drake groaned and ran his bruised hands through his dark hair, “You’re such a fucking softie, I swear.”

Removing his leather jacket, Liam placed it over her and lifted her up into his arms, carefully. It was the same woman that Clark drugged at the bar, and he felt a pang of remorse. Sure, he wasn’t directly involved. But Clark was a part of his circle, and he felt a sense of responsibility. Drake tapped away at his phone, then glanced over at the girl before raising his brows and shaking his head.

“What?” Liam asked, leaning up against the wall for support. He didn’t realize how tired he was.

“That’s Justin’s girl,” Drake casually remarked, “Or was. I think he ditched her for some Upper East Side chick.”

“No shit?” Liam looked down at the girl in his arms, feeling a deep sense of sadness for her. She’d clearly had a rough couple of years, based on what he heard about Justin’s relationships with women. A sleek, black Lincoln van pulled up to the curb, and Liam placed the unconscious woman in the third row of the car, making sure to watch her head. He slid into the second row, and Drake followed.

It was on the ride back to the suburbs that she woke up with a deep groan and a sharp wince. Liam watched as she took note of her surroundings, and she jumped when her wide brown eyes landed on him.

“W-what?” Her hoarse voice croaked as she pressed her hand to the tinted window, “What the fuck is going on? Where am I? Who the fuck are you?” She squinted, “Did you fucking kidnap me?”

Liam raised his hands in defense, “Whoa! No! Jesus--!”

But she was on a rampage.

“I swear to God, I will jump right out of this fucking car. I’ve seen enough movies to know how to tuck and roll! Let me out, right now!”

“We’re on the highway...”

“I don’t care if we’re on the fucking moon, let me out of this car! Now!”

“I told you we shoulda left her there,” Drake mumbled, resting his chin on his fist.

Liam ignored his friend, choosing instead to try and calm the anxious young woman down, “Look, no one is kidnapping you. I’m Liam, this is Drake. You passed out on the street, and we found you. We wanted to make sure you were safe...that’s all. No harm done.”

He hoped that she could read the sincerity in his voice. Because, from her perspective, this probably looked really bad. He didn’t take into consideration how this would appear, and that was a huge mistake on his part.

“I’m sorry if we scared you,” he continued, calmly, “It’s just...it wouldn’t have been right to leave you there.”

She eyed him warily and frowned, raising a shaking hand to her forehead, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“That’s because a cockroach named Sebastian drugged you at the bar before you left,” Drake stated matter-of-factly. For the first time, he turned to face her, and Liam noticed something flash behind his eyes before he trained his disposition again, “Instead of waking up in a dirty puddle, you woke up in a luxury car with a bottle of water and two handsome guys. So, you’re welcome for that.”

She blinked slowly as if registering everything he said. Then she lay back down across the seat, pulling her knees to her chest, “For you, handsome is a bit of a stretch, but thanks for the water, I guess. And also for not being terrible and leaving me in the street. ”

She paused.

“So where’s this Sebastian guy, anyway? Did the cops take him?”

Liam and Drake exchanged a look, and Drake turned away again.

“Sure,” he said.

#playchoices #king liam x mc #the royal romance #choices trr #naja writes #honeymoon**

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Do You Fear the Devil?

TITLE: Do You Fear the Devil?

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1, Mary Ann Nichols

AUTHOR: unofferable-fic

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Victorian London AU. Imagine that you are one of the many working women roaming the streets of Whitechapel when a madman begins to murder your comrades one by one.

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Descriptions of injuries/violence, gore, language, angst. Playlist: “The Curse” — Agnes Obel, “The Knights Theme” — Jason Graves, “Through the Valley” — Shawn James

31st August 1888, 2.30am.

“Is it just me, or is it colder than usual tonight?”

As if answering your own question, a light mist appeared from your mouth as you spoke, before fading away in the night’s breeze.

“It’s not just you,” Natasha replied, wrapping her shawl tighter around herself while you both enjoyed a brief pause in that evening’s constant rain showers. “I’m freezing my arse off.”

You had been working on the streets of Whitechapel for some time now. You didn’t dislike your job — you had grown quite accustomed to everything that went with it and you enjoyed the pay, but things had grown more difficult in the last few years. Parliament had passed an act which basically made life more difficult for you and your fellow prostitutes. There were tougher stances on brothels and prostitution in general thanks to that decision, and you were seen as something of a public nuisance to the more respectable citizens who frequented taverns and hotels within the community. When once you were able to roam the streets with your fellow workers with little abuse, now you faced the very possibility of repression.

Attacks on prostitutes had risen too, which was why you were currently walking up Whitechapel Road with your friend Natasha, with whom you worked at a local brothel. She had been at the business for a lot longer than you since she moved to London from Russia, and was more than happy to show you the ropes when you had first arrived yourself. She was a passive person when she wanted to be and earning her trust was difficult, but you always felt that she was a very valuable friend to have on your side once the trust was gained. It was especially useful when you found yourselves leaving the brothel to try find some clientele with whom you could return. Your current pairing was due to a string of attacks on local prostitutes. Violence was not uncommon in the area, and it was mostly normal to hear cries for help during the night. These usually went unanswered. Back in April, poor Emma Smith was attacked by a gang of men and subsequently died of her injuries, and, only weeks ago, a seasoned prostitute called Martha Tabram was stabbed to death in George Yard. There was nothing easy about soliciting anyway, but the recent events left a dark cloud hanging above most of your friends’ heads.

But what else was there to do?

If it wasn’t for your work, you would surely died from poverty.

“I hate nights like these,” you mumbled as your shoes clinked on the stone cobbles below. “I would much prefer to stay in the warmth of the brothel.”

“Needs must,” Natasha replied. “Sometimes you have to give the men a little push to get some money in your pocket. Consider yourself lucky that you’re not one of the women who have to find lodgings this way.”

Given how a lot of the brothels in London were filthy and usually involved having most of your earnings taken by those who ran it, you were lucky enough to find an establishment that mostly serviced high-class clients, or those who were deeply trusted. The madame who owned the place was surprisingly fair too, and you were quite satisfied with your wage.

Natasha made a fair point though, and you knew that. There were a lot of women residing in workhouses or lodgings who regularly solicited on the streets just so they could keep a roof over their heads. Sometimes they possessed an excessive fondness for drink, so most of their earnings were pissed away on funding their addiction. You knew some of these women too, and it only served to fuel your thankfulness for the current situation in which you resided.

The pair of you were passing down a lane way before heading to a local tavern in which some of your regulars drank. Sometimes you picked up clients when strolling through the lane, so neither of you thought there was any harm in checking. As you walked through the shadowed archway, you noticed a figure at the opposite end of the lane.

He stood beneath the archway and wore a long black coat with a tall hat atop his head. He was a surprisingly well-dressed and respectable looking individual — not the sort you usually found in the lane.

“What about him?” you asked Natasha, pointing to the waiting figure in the distance.

Her eyes followed your pointing finger. “Well, men wait ’round here for only one reason in particular. He’s an odd-looking sort though.”

“He seems fairly normal to me,” you shrugged as you both continued walking towards him. “He may be the wealthy sort.”

Natasha seemed unconvinced. “We will have to walk by him anyway. I suppose there is no harm in asking what he fancies.”

Perhaps hearing your chatting, the distant figure raised his head and looked in your direction. Though you could not make out his shadowed face beneath the brim of his hat, the dark moustache on his upper lip was the only signifying feature visible. With a swift glance over his shoulder back towards the main road, he turned and slowly made his way towards you, full lips pulling into a friendly smile.

“Like fish in a barrel,” Natasha mused, linking your arm with hers and continuing forward. “Stick with me, Y/N. I want to check this lad out before we agree to anything.”

You trusted Natasha with your life, so you eagerly agreed and walked forward.

“Oi! Miss Romanoff! Miss Y/L/N! Over ‘ere!”

At that moment, at the archway where the mysterious figure had previously stood, a regular customer of yours, James Rhodes, appeared. He beckoned you and Natasha over with a wave just as stranger was getting closer. You looked at your friend for guidance on whether to give your regular priority above the stranger, but it seemed that the latter had made the decision for you. As he walked by, he tipped the brim of his hat down in greeting, subsequently covering his face, and passed without enquiring about your services. You glanced briefly at him as he went, momentarily confused by the exchange, before turning your attention back to Rhodes as he approached.

“I was hoping to bump into you two,” he said with a genuine grin. He was one of the rare few people in Whitechapel that didn’t treat you like an animal. He was always fair, and always paid for your services with a friendly smile. It was the main reason why you liked him as a regular. “Fancy a drink at the Frying Pan?”

“And why exactly did you not come to the brothel?” Natasha asked, folding her arms across her chest. “Instead you expect us to come running after you?”

“I was getting to that, love. I have a new guy for you to meet!” He offered an arm to you and Natasha and then began walking. “He just started at my job and seems like the shy type. I was thinking, come have a few drinks with us and then we can drag him back to the brothel once he’s relaxed a bit.”

“Free drinks and more pay?” You pondered aloud, hanging on to his slender arm. “Okay, I’ll bite.”

Natasha smiled at you approvingly. “As will I.”

“Great!” James exclaimed, and strode happily towards the tavern.

You had spent over an hour with the two men and your friend in the Frying Pan Pub. The new man, Scott, was shy as James had claimed, but he also seemed to be quite genuine and talkative once he was engaged. He was pleasant company and had no problem buying you drinks once you relaxed him. It was nearly 4am when you left the pub, the men now quite eager to return to the brothel. Scott offered you his arm and you happily took it before walking with them up Whitechapel Road. While you were well used to roaming the streets at night, you felt s lot more comfortable doing it when in the company of men who treated you as well as you deserved.

It was upon passing by the narrow and cobblestoned Buck’s Row that you noticed the commotion. A small crowd was gathered on the corner, peering down the alleyway at a handful of police constables who were examining something on the ground. They held their lanterns towards the unmoving bundle on the western end.

“What’s all that about?” Scott asked, halting and looking down the lane.

“Fucking hell,” Natasha muttered. “Don’t tell me it’s another attack.”

James looked between her and the investigating police. “Looks dodgy enough from here. I can’t see much though.”

“Excuse me, excuse me,” a polite voice cut through their conversation. You turned your head and saw a man shimmying his way through the gathered flock of observers. You recognised him as Doctor Banner, who lived in the area and sometimes worked as a Medical Officer for certain divisions in the area. He was also one of Natasha’s most frequent clients. “Excuse me, doctor coming through.”

“That can’t be good,” Scott said as Dr Banner and another PC approached their peers and a police ambulance was pulled into the lane. “Maybe they’re still alive?”

“What if this is connected to the other attacks?” you asked Natasha with a frown.

The red-haired woman looked back at you and shook her head. “Then we may have to stick closer together from now on.”

“We can stay here for a little while if you ladies want?” James offered, nodding to the spot where the body lay. “Incase we hear any information that might help you look after yourselves.” He looked around briefly before he nudged a man next to him. “Did you hear what happened?”

The man nodded, fiddling with his flat cap in his hands. “Police found some wagtail lying there in a pool of blood with ’er throat cut. It looks like she was dead before they got ’ere.”

“So it is another attack then,” you realised anxiously. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Then we should stay here for a while,” Natasha suggested. “We stick together and try to get what information we can. Maybe we can identify the poor woman.”

“We’ll stay too,” James declared. “I’d rather keep an eye on you two tonight. Scott and I can escort you back to the brothel later.”

You thanked your client for his kindness, something that was hard to come by those days, and you weren’t about to brush it off anytime soon. You were beginning to worry about these attacks more than usual, but you could feel that something was truly amiss this time. Though you could’t place it, you trusted your gut, and would heed its warnings. You looked on in concern as Dr Banner stooped down next to the unmoving woman and began his examination.

“When did you find her like this?” Dr Banner asked his colleagues as he studied the severe wound on her throat.

“Only about fifteen minutes ago,” Sergeant Steven Rogers replied. “I had been ’round here half an hour previously, and saw no one then. I was on the right side when I noticed a figure lying in the street. It was dark at the time, but there was not a soul about. Then I saw Bucky on the street and asked him to fetch you. Sam arrived after being alerted by the two men who found her on their way to work.”

PC James Buchanan Barnes stood on the sidelines, looking between the crowd and the busy doctor from under the brim of his helmet. “Looks like word spread pretty quick.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised by that,” PC Samuel Wilson mumbled as he halted the police ambulance nearby. “We should ask the neighbours and the Night Watchman if they heard anything.”

“I already spoke with the three slaughter-men who work on Winthrop Street,” PC Barnes informed him with a smug smile. The two constables were always trying to one-up each other, and it was beginning to do Sgt Rogers’ head in. The three slaughter-men he spoke of were currently on the scene, having been asked to remain there while the examination was conducted. “They say they heard nothing, but we are going to take them in for questioning to be safe.”

PC Wilson started clapping sarcastically. “Well done, Barnes. I am sure your actions have saved this woman’s life!”

“Yeah, and some help you were, Wilson! That ambulance is going to come in really handy when she’s already dead.”

“The pair of you need to shut up before I dismiss you both,” Sgt Rogers stated impatiently and then turned back to the occupied Dr Banner. “Is she dead, Doctor?”

“With a cut to the throat that severe? Unfortunately. She wasn’t going to make it out of this one. Her wrists and hands are cold too.” Dr Banner studied her through his spectacles as he continued his examination. “But her legs are warm.”

“And that means?” PC Barnes urged him onwards.

“That she can not have been dead for more than half an hour.”

Sgt Rogers looked bothered by this revelation. “The culprit was probably still in the area when those two men found her.”

“Most likely…” Dr Banner continued with his examination for a few minutes. He appeared unsettled by the sightseers at the end of the lane and quickly stated. “We should move the body to the mortuary on Old Montague Street. That crowd is starting to get too big for my liking and I can make a more detailed examination there later today.”

“You’ve never been one for crowds,” Sgt Rogers commented before gesturing for PC Barnes to assist him in moving the body. “C’mon, Buck. We have to move her; doctor’s orders.”

Without complaint, PC Barnes got to work, and helped his friend to lift the corpse into the police ambulance, which was nothing more than a wooden handcart. As they moved her, they noticed that the back of her clothing was completely soaked in blood.

“Ah shite,” PC Barnes said in surprise. “Steve, there’s blood everywhere.”

“Well, she does have a gaping neck wound, Barnes.”

“Shut it, Wilson!”

“Buck has a point,” Sgt Rogers added before pointing to a mass of congealed blood that had been underneath her body and was now running towards the gutter. “There isn’t much blood on the spot where you found her. She might have been dumped here and murdered elsewhere.”

“Possibly,” Dr Banner mused. “There is not more than would fill two wine glasses, or half a pint, maybe. I will know more when I perform the examination. Perhaps witness testimonies can confirm as to whether they heard any noise.”

Sgt Rogers carefully helped to place the body in the cart and turned his attention back to the doctor. “We will know more about that when we interview the neighbours. Hopefully they heard something.”

PC Barnes looked at his hands in mild irritation and saw that they were covered in the blood that had soaked into the victims clothes. “Identifying the victim might help? I could ask around — I’m sure there are some dollymops here that could provide information.”

“Good call. Take Wilson with you and then interview the neighbours after.”

“Awh, c’mon, Steve—!”

“If you two could go a single day without arguing, that would be fantastic. Get to work!”

PCs Barnes and Wilson trudged off towards the onlooking crowd, urging them back as they went.

Dr Banner turned his attention back to Sgt Rogers as he spoke. “While they tend to that, it might be a good idea to call Doctor Laufeyson.”

“I already asked Bucky to get on it,” the sergeant replied. “He called for him while calling for you, but he wasn’t at his home, so he’ll probably be late. I have another sergeant out looking for him though, so hopefully he will arrive soon. I will help you move her to the mortuary in the meantime. Those two twats can bring him up to speed when he arrives.”

They patiently waited beside the ambulance for someone who could possibly identify the body to be brought forward.

You watched as the two constables approached the crowd in which you stood. You were ushered back as they ordered for people to disperse. One of them ran his blue eyes over you, idly stroking the stubble on his chiselled jaw. You met his gaze before he shoved his loose hair beneath his helmet and then eyed Natasha at your side.

“You two,” he said, pointing at the pair of you. “Step forward, please, ladies.”

While James and Scott threw you hesitant looks, you obeyed the police, Natasha leading the way as you slipped through the now dispersing crowd. Your colleague was immediately on the defensive, but you didn’t exactly blame her. “What do you want?”

The constable seemed slightly taken aback by her tone, while his own colleague chuckled. Blue Eyes replied. “Relax, sweetheart! I’m PC Barnes and this is my irritating associate, PC Wilson. We just want to see if you can identify the victim. You were in similar employment, it would seem.”

She eyed them suspiciously. “And that’s all you want?”

“Of course. Follow me, ladies.”

You stood close to Natasha as the constables lead you to the police ambulance up the lane. Sergeant Rogers introduced himself to you while Dr Banner tried to hide his blush when he recognised Natasha. She merely smirked and said nothing, not wanting to lessen the man’s reputation in front of his peers.

You and Natasha looked at the body together, momentarily surprised by the gaping wound in the woman’s throat. Violence was such a normal part of life in Whitechapel and you saw plenty of it, but this was on another level. You didn’t know why, but something about this left you feeling more uneasy than usual. There was something so…visceral about the slash the knife had caused. She never stood a chance. Once you had forced your eyes away from the cut, you gazed upon her ashen face. Her unfocused eyes stared at nothing, all signs of life gone from them.

After a moment, you turned to your friend. “I think I have seen her before.”

“Where?” Sgt Rogers asked you in concern.

“Did she hang around with Emily Holland?” you pressed Natasha, ignoring the sergeant. “You know the girl who stays in the lodging house on Thrawl Street?”

She nodded in agreement. “You’re spot on, Y/N.”

Sgt Rogers tried to grab your attention again. “Do you know her name?”

“I can’t be sure, but I think I heard Emily refer to her as Polly before.”

“Wilson,” he began, addressing his partner. “I want you to find this Emily Holland in the morning. She can give us a proper identification so that we can be sure.” He offered you a curt smile and nodded. “Thank you for your assistance, madams.”

“A bit of assistance on your end would be helpful,” Natasha said in earnest. “These attacks are getting out of hand and we can’t make a living with our lives at risk.”

“I understand,” the sergeant tried to reassure her as he covered up the body with a sheet. “And we will do our best to apprehend the man who did this.”

“You better,” you added with a shake of the head. “We’ll be waiting nearby to make sure that you do.”

“You like watching men at work, huh, sweetheart?” PC Barnes asked her as his eyebrows rose suggestively for a brief moment.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I have to watch sometimes, you rantallion. Otherwise you lot would surely fuck it up.”

His smile immediately fell as PC Wilson burst out laughing. “Well done, Barnes. You cannot even manage to get yourself a dollymop!”

“Back to work!” their superior shushed them as you and Natasha walked back to rejoin your companions. You threw a glance at PC Barnes over your shoulder and gave him a wink. All he could do was shake his head in reply and let out a slight chuckle.

The two men left with the ambulance, giving PCs Barnes and Wilson complete charge of the scene while they were gone. You and your friends agreed to remain there for another half hour or so while the neighbours were interviewed. After seeing the gruesome aftermath of the attack, you didn’t feel comfortable with leaving completely empty handed. You needed something to keep yourself relaxed — some sort of witness statement, a sighting, a noise… Anything! If there was someone on the streets of Whitechapel out to kill prostitutes, then you needed all the information you could get.

Divisional Police Surgeon Loki Laufeyson sat some twenty minutes away in the nearby Princess Alice Pub on Commercial Street. He had a half full pint in hand and took a large gulp out of it before setting the glass back on to the bar’s counter. He pushed back his raven hair with his hand and let out a tired sigh. He was hoping for a quiet night, away from any police business. But such a wish was farfetched when you worked in Whitechapel. There was always bloody something amiss around here, especially when it was your job to stop it. That being said, Loki relished his alone time as his green eyes wandered to a pair of working women sat drinking together on the other side of the pub.

They giggled together, and he ran his finger along the brim of his glass.

“Doctor Laufeyson?”

Loki suddenly heard his name being called and turned to see Sergeant Kerby standing behind him. “Ah, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“What seems to be the matter, Sergeant?” he asked as he took another swig of his pint, suppressing the urge to tell his comrade to politely sod off.

“There’s been a murder on Buck’s Row,” he explained before he eyed the nearly empty pub. “I, eh, called to your home but you weren’t there, obviously. Your neighbour was nice enough to tell me that he saw you coming in here not long ago.”

Dr Laufeyson cleared his throat as he recalled meeting said neighbour as he was entering the pub shortly before 4 am, and momentarily cursed the old man for seeing him. “I could not sleep, so I thought a walk and a cold pint might help.”

“I’m afraid it’ll have to wait — Rogers wants you on the scene as soon as possible.”

“Right then,” the surgeon sighed and left the end of his drink on the counter. He shrugged on his coat and top-hat before nodding to the man. “Lead the way.”

The walk to Buck’s Row had been a quick one and the pair hurried through the cool night air before arriving at about 4.30am. There was a small crowd gathered at the entrance to the lane, which Sergeant Kerby claimed to have been much larger not too long ago. As they rounded the corner, gently shooing some bystanders out of the way, Loki saw Constables Barnes and Wilson speaking with three men while a young boy was throwing a bucket of water on the cobbled path. The liquid disappeared down the gutter just as the doctor noticed the distinct lack of a body. He quickly approached the PCs.

“You rang, gentlemen?” he asked as they turned to greet him.

“Morning, Dr Laufeyson,” PC Barnes said with a slight nod of the head.

“Nice of you to join us,” PC Wilson added in jest, flashing his signature gaped teeth with a grin. “You missed all the fun.”

“So it would seem,” Loki replied, looking at the scene around him. “But I was busy. Where is the body?”

“Steve and Bruce took it ’round to the mortuary already,” PC Barnes replied. “Bruce was getting put off by the size of the crowd.”

Loki released another heavy sigh, irritated by the inconvenience. He could have been far more helpful had he seen the victim where she was killed… “Where was she found?”

PC Barnes shone his lantern on a spot before them — the very spot the young boy was cleaning. “Steve found her here about forty-five minutes ago, and we have little James Green there washing down the blood. He’s the child of Mrs Emma Green who lives right here.” He gestured to the cottage right next to the murder site. “And before you ask, she said she heard nothing. Neither did the three slaughter-men who work on Winthrop Street, although I wish to question them further.”

Despite the boy’s cleaning efforts, there were still slight traces of blood between the cobblestones and Loki frowned at his ruined crime scene. “And Dr Banner’s thoughts?”

“Definitely dead when we found her, but only for about half an hour. You’ll understand when you see her throat — slashed to bits.”

“So murdered quietly and with no witnesses.” Loki surveyed the lane, looking between the spot of the murder and each end of the small street. “Do we know who she was?”

“Two obliging dollymops helped us with that,” PC Wilson explained and pointed to two women who were standing at the front of the dwindling crowd. “Pointed us in the direction of someone who should be able to give us a positive identification.”

The surgeon surveyed the women — clearly that of the working variety — where they stood, accompanied by two men. They were watching him curiously, even when he met their gaze. One of them — the fiery-looking redhead — raised a brow at him before saying something to her companion. The other woman, however, held his stare, replying to her friend without looking away. He narrowed his eyes at her and she eventually relented and turned her head in disinterest.

“Talking to them was my idea,” he vaguely heard PC Barnes add with a proud grin. “Wilson had nothing to do with it.”

In response, the other constable huffed. “Have I told you lately that you’re annoying as hell?”

“Several times, actually!”

Loki had had enough of their bickering and, knowing that he could do little more here, threw them a brief glance before stating. “I am going to the mortuary. Evening, gentlemen.”

As he exited the lane, he could feel the women’s eyes on him again, and he couldn’t help getting another quick look at them before he left. Sure enough, they were watching him closely.

He hurried around to Old Montague Street where the mortuary stood. It was little more than a brick shed, but it did the job for the most part. As Loki approached it, he was relieved to see the police ambulance still in the yard. Beside it was Sgt Rogers, who greeted him politely as always. He also explained that Dr Banner had returned home and promised to return in the morning to perform a full examination of the body. Loki gave her a quick check where she lay in the the ambulance but could see little with her clothes and the sheet covering most of her body.

Once an attendant had arrived, he and Sgt Rogers were allowed to bring the body inside and Loki quickly set about giving her a more detailed examination.

“Are you going to stay here?” he asked the sergeant, who stood beside the door with his arms folded across his chest.

Sgt Rogers merely nodded. “I just want to see you give her a once-over before I leave the coroners to their job. I’m sure your observations will be helpful, along with Bruce’s later this morning.”

“I could have been more helpful on the scene,” Loki added as he shrugged off his coat and threw on a blood-stained apron. “With the body undisturbed, but I arrived to find some boy already washing away all the evidence.”

“It was imperative that we got her out of there,” the blond replied, looking firm in his beliefs. “The crowd was getting out of hand. And you were late because you were not at home when Bucky called.”

“Whatever you say, Sergeant. What would I know, anyway? It is not like I am a Police Surgeon, or anything like that.”

“I’m not trying to undermine you, Doc. I was simply trusting Bruce’s intuition.”

“No need for apologies, I am well used to such talk.” With a sarcastic smile, Loki removed the sheet that covered the warm corpse. He felt the other man watching him as he got a good look at the victim, eyes still slightly open despite her ordeal. “There are bruises on the side of her face, possibly made by a thumb or fingers, if my guess is correct. It’s on her jaw on the right side, as if her head had been pushed back and her throat then cut.”

Barnes had not been joking about — the wounds on her neck were shockingly deep. He tilted her head slightly so he could get a better look. On the left side of the neck, about one inch below the jaw, there was an incision roughly four inches in length, and ran from a point immediately below the ear. On the same side, but an inch below, and commencing about one inch in front of it, was a circular incision, which terminated at a point about three inches below the right jaw. That incision had completely severed all the tissues down to the vertebrae, and the large vessels of the neck on both sides were severed. That incision was eight or so inches in length, Loki observed, his brow furrowing further with each detail he found.

Essentially, she was cut from ear to ear.

“Her throat was slashed twice,” he muttered, just loud enough for his companion to hear. “It would have killed her quite instantly.”

“That explains the blood-soaked clothes…”

Loki continued his routine examination as he removed the garments covering the body. Her chest showed no injuries or bruises as he worked downwards. “It would seem that most of her blood did indeed soak into her clothes and hair, for that matter. Her breast is clear of blood or cuts as is her… Jesus Christ.”

Loki’s words died on his lips as his jaw fell open. He could hear the sergeant asking what the problem was, but he ignored him and pulled back the victims skirts to get a better look at what he thought he saw.

His eyes had not played tricks on him — on her lower abdomen were three or four deep gashes, one of which was particularly violent.

As he stared at the lacerations in shock, he noticed Rogers approach the table. “Loki, what is the—” He halted in speechless surprise before he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, God. What did he do to her?”

Loki could only shake his head. “Send for Dr Banner, and Inspector Stark for that matter.”

“What the hell happened to her?” the other man demanded, horrified by the violent sight before him.

Meeting his worried gaze, Loki’s reply was that of a man who couldn’t believe his own eyes. “She has been disembowelled, Sergeant.”

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Others #Submitted fic #submission #unofferable-fic #do you fear the devil #chapter 1 #trigger warning #gore

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i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate · 6 years ago

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Dark City Hero AU--Gajevy Pt. 1

So, maybe it’s Gajevy Week but I’m in a Gajevy mood, so here’s a little Gajevy—a sequel to the super fun “Dark City Hero” fic I wrote for Gruvia which you can read: HERE.

It was dark—maybe two or three in the morning, but, as they always said, the city never sleeps. And two or three in the morning was exactly the time that Gajeel Redfox was used to being out and about. Maybe it was his past, a piece of him that followed him through academy, to graduation and the work that followed. Every other bit of who he used to be seemed to be left behind—but the witching hour? He worked best after the sun went down.

Beyond the alleyway, where he leaned against a brick wall taking in the dirty air of the old city, he could see the lights of cars as they roared by on the main thoroughfare. He could hear sirens in the distance—when didn’t you hear sirens in this city? But above even the honking of the horns, the loud hum of people talking just on the other side of the buildings, and the fans from the run-down restaurant behind him, Gajeel could hear footsteps.

He glanced back around towards the other end of the alley where he could see a lone figure slip around the corner through the smoke from the vents. He could see their shape, the way they moved, slowly making their way towards him. They weren’t in a hurry.

“There you are,” the old man dropped a cigarette and stepped on it, and then shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall opposite Gajeel. “And you’re the one who wanted to meet me. How come we have to meet in the backs of dark alleys, Iron-Teeth, huh?”

“You and I both know,” Gajeel narrowed his eyes, “That’s not my name.”

“Oh, right… right… sorry. What was it again? Detective Redfox?”

Gajeel glanced back down the end of the dark alleyway, as if expecting someone to be listening. “Iron-Teeth is fine.” He snapped.

“That’s what I thought. Now listen, kid, what the hell did you get me out of bed for? It’s like…” He paused, glancing down at some imaginary watch, “3am.”

“Says the guy who sells drugs for a living,” Gajeel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The old man tensed, and narrowed his eyes. Gajeel could see the blue glint in the flickering of a dim street light.

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fact,” Gajeel replied. After a moment of silence the old man shrugged, lighting another cigarette.

“Man’s gotta feed his grandkids somehow.”

“We both know you never had kids,” Gajeel rolled his eyes again.

“Hmf… You on the other hand…”

The comment immediately made Gajeel stand up straight and grit his teeth. “What the fuck do you know about that?”

“Shit, Iron-Teeth, it’s like you think you’re the only one who’s got eyes and ears out on the street. Everyone knows about that lady cop, what’s-her-name. Everyone and their brother knows you’ve been screwing her. What comes next in that god-awful nursery rhyme?” In flash Gajeel had the bastard pinned against the wall. The smell of cigarette smoke choked the air, the sound of the passing cars blocked out the man’s shout of surprise.

“What you know, is nothing,” Gajeel spat, “You tell everyone and his brother that, you understand?”

“Hell, I don’t know why you’re so fucking surprised,” The dirtbag’s teeth clenched down on his cigarette, “The moment you started walking the straight-and-narrow you put a target on your back. And what happened, you think, when you started going to the academy? Hell, Gajeel, you know there’s going to be people after you, after your family—especially people left over from Phantom Lord. You betrayed them. Honestly, I can’t believe you got involved with that woman, knowing all of that.” The old man let out a croaking laugh, “Don’t tell me you never even thought about it! Do you know how much danger you’ve put her in? Some of your old pals, they’re looking into her name. By this time tomorrow, she’s gonna have a target on her back too.” Gajeel took a step back, glancing up at the clouds that lingered over the city as it began to rain.

The drug-dealer’s right. Sometimes they were. I’ve put Levy in danger.

***

“Gajeel! What are you doing here so late?” Mirajane was at her desk, logging out of her computer. Lord, does that woman ask that every time someone comes in here?

“Work,” Gajeel snapped, before throwing open the old, metal double doors and entering their office space. There was hardly anyone there. It was almost 4am. He could hear rain pattering against the old, thin windows. And, much to his pained surprise—sitting at her desk at the edge of the room, reading a thick volume, was Levy McGarden. She looked tired. One hand was flipping the pages of the book, the other was tangled in her own hair, as if she were trying to keep her head from falling over in exhaustion.

“What in the world are you doing here?” Gajeel frowned, taking a hesitant step towards her desk. What that old bastard had said to him, only an hour or two before, kept playing over and over in his head. I’ve put a target on her back. Levy looked up. Her blue eyes brightened when she saw him.

“Gajeel! I knew you were out on patrol or something. I was waiting up for you. Told Gray to go home—he had the evening shift you know.” She looks so happy. So many times, when they were alone, he had swooped down and stolen a kiss from those smiling lips, maybe hoping to get more than a kiss. She would always laugh, before pulling him into another. When he had been on the streets with Phantom Lord, he had never in his life imagined that he would meet someone as wonderful as Levy, never imagined that he could call someone so good his own. And yet, the passing glances, the lingering touches, the way he had to tear the book out of her grasp at night so she would finally fall asleep against his chest, snoring softly.

The way… the way she told him he was going to be a father.

“Are you alright?” He was broken out of his thoughts by the touch of her hand.

“Fine,” he shrugged. “I think I just need some fresh air.” He yanked open his desk drawer, pulling out a little snow globe and pocketed it before he waved. “Try and get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay!” Levy smiled, picking up her book again.

Outside the rain was beginning to really come down. Gajeel stood under a flickering streetlight, flicking his jacket collar up around his neck. And he pulled out the snow globe, holding it out into the light with one hand. Fat white flakes drifted down on one of the most famous buildings in the city: Kardia Cathedral. Levy had given him this stupid trinket when he had first graduated from the academy. “So you’ll remember—this is your home now.” Now, looking at it he felt sick. I can’t make this place my home. They’ll kill her. Then again, he couldn’t leave. He had been doing some undercover work for Makarov—If he left now it would be dishonorable. He wouldn’t have completed his duty to the force. And then there was Levy, and his unborn child. His fingers clenched around the base of the snow globe. What would she think if I left? She would be confused, angry… heartbroken, he imagined. Though it seemed so strange that someone like her had fallen in love with him to begin with.

Then, with the flickering street light casting strange shadows on the little Cathedral in Gajeel’s hand, he remembered something. “Shit, Iron-Teeth, it’s like you think you’re the only one who’s got eyes and ears out on the street. Everyone knows about that lady cop…” Everyone.

“Raven Tail,” Gajeel whispered, shoving the snow globe back into his pocket. If everyone knew than his cover was blown, and Raven Tail—Ivan that fucking bastard—would be after him. No… Levy! Gajeel spun around to face the guild just as the ground shook and an explosion rattled the buildings behind him. Smoke… smoke… It was too late. Gajeel took off in a dash for HQ—where he knew that sound of the explosion had come from. I realized too late… I realized too late…

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