#he better have come clean befire that

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Twins episode 10 sneak peek

03.01.24

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I bet Dabi is the one finding the egg

The dark feathered harpy inspected gis curious find while on hunt. His bright blue eyes took in the almost too perfect stine below him. The dark roundish thing.. it tickled something in his memories and body. He stared at it for a small while before it clicked. It was an egg! A harpy egg!

At first he hesitated while looking around for a nest or perhaps it's parents... but there was nothing. He couldn't even smell another harpy group nearby. It was concerning, to say the least. His eyes soon traveled back to the single egg, barely hidden under some leaves and dirt. It was even more odd that it was just one egg... no clutch.

He looked around again for any traces of other harpies... but none. Not even on the egg, it didn't have any sigh of love or a feather of their parent sticking it it. What a sad little egg, so early in life abandoned and forsaken.

The male harpy couldn't help but wear a mournful expression as he was about to step away to let nature take its course. But then he just remembered his own group. His group and their leader... his beloved mate. He picked it up and wrapped his feathered arm around the small thing... it needed a warm nest now. It was a small blessing.

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He managed to get some food and nest materials as well as he flew back into the highest trees where their flock had their nests. There was one main one in the tree. It was the nest of him and the leader or their group. He could have never imagined he would one day have his own flock with his beloved mate and him as their leading pair.

At first, he was greeted by his flock, giving him acknowledging looks as they all took care of each other's feathers and made sure they stayed clean. He knew they didn't have half of the respect for him as for their leader. The harpy also knew that some thought they might perhaps be a better fit to be their leader's chosen one.

But he didn't give it much thought as he peaked into their shared nest. There he was, his beloved mate, cleaning his feathers and adjusting the nest all around him. Once his crimson eyes looked up to him, they softened befire he allowed him to fully step into their hared nest. "Come here Dabi."

The other harpy obliged instantly as he sat down before him. "Tomura, I have brought you all the gifts from mother nature, everything you could wish for and more," his eyes inspected his mate as he slowly moved his hand with the food forward to show to his mate. "Here, I will make sure to bring more for you and the flock later with our hunting trip," he gently moved his now free hand around his lover's arm and then below.

He almost immediately recognized the rocks that laid against his beloved warm and fluffy stomach and legs. "I have something better, my love. I have found something so wonderful, my love." He whispered as he took the egg and presented it to his skeptical mate. "Look, darling. Look what I found all alone in the forest. This must be destiny, dearest Tomura."

Dabi knew that if his mate rejected his offering, then he would have no choice but to toss it out of the nest and down the tree. Tomura decided who got to join their flock, and Tonura forced others to leave the flick he didn't like. Even if leaving the flock was a death sentence, most certainly, he was brutal in his execution and rule over those who didn't respect him.

Dabi was more than lucky that Tomura accepted his younger, injured self years ago. He could have just let him starve to death... but he didn't. He wasn't kind for sure, but he allowed him to stay. He tolerated his presence, and Dabi had to work hard for everything. First, he had to be accepted by his flock mates and show that he wasn't just another mouth to feed. He had worked hard to fix nests, find better hunting grounds, and get to know the other harpies more.

The harder challenge was Tomura himself. At first, his goal wasn't even though Tomura had to like him. He just had to accept him and look his way, acknowledge his presence. Though looking back now and considering his position currently, he shot for the highest branch and ended up in the sky itself. He didn't even really know he managed to spark the other's interest.

Dabi knew there was a whole forest of a difference between being accepted by his flock and trying to be their leader's chosen one as an outsider. He knew that before him, the entire flock was basically sure that Iguchi, Tomura's closest companion, might just end up as his chosen one. And later when he had asked him once the other confirmed that it used to be a viable choice. But he had made his choice, and his choice was Dabi.

Though almost the entire flock seemed to have... a bone to pick with his choice at the start, especially after their first mating ritual didn't end up in Tomura nursing a clutch, but his beloved had defended him, like many times before and after.

It seemed ridiculous at first, but after the third time, the other members seemed less angry and more worried about Tomura's mental state and his seeming inability to provide for them. Dabi knew that technically speaking, only the lead pair could birth fletching into a flock. Those who weren't born in the flock had to be accepted by the lead, which was Tomura. And well, if Tonhra wanted to stay with him, then he would have to step down from his position... which he never do, and Dabi knew that.

The harpy knew that the others were judging him and probably asking... no begging Tomura to send Dabi away so that he could take someone else as his mate. He knew they didn't hate him, that was long in the past, but their worry for their lead was heavier than for the outsider.

Tomura looked at the little round egg. His eyes first darkened before they softened again. If it had been under any other circumstances, he would have screeched at mate and thrown him and the egg out of their flock immediately. But it was Dabi. He knew this wasn't a confession or anything with ill intentions. Perhaps his intentions couldn't have been more pure.

"You... found this?" The harpy went through his snow white hair as he inspected the egg. Yes, it was very much a harpy egg, abandoned without any care.

"Yea, I did. I found it, and I brought it to you, my beloved darling," he whispered almost too quiet for him to hear himself. "My love, please consider it."

There was a long pause as Tomura sniffed the egg and inspected it throughly. The tension laid thick between them, and the stakes were high. The harpy gave a small grumble before he sighed and got up. Dabi foze up for a second as he saw his beloved lead clean his fathers and adjust his hair. When he stood up, he revealed the nest he and Dabi had built for a clutch that never came.

One after another, Tomura tossed out all four rocks and adjusted the material so the heart piece of the nest could hold exactly one egg. Dabi's heart melted as he watched and soon handed him to egg. The leader took it into his arms as he sat back down again, soon placing it into its perfectly shaped small nest before he covered it with his wing.

"We will raise this one as our own. If they don't end up looking like either of us, I'll lie," he whispered as he looked at his mate with just a faint smile on his lips. He had taken care of so many rocks... to hold an egg so close to him and provide it with warmth felt so special.

Soooo, I might have gotten a bit carried away...

Awww this was so precious!! I love Tomura being merciful and so caring with Dabi. The egg shaped rocks thing too?!

Ah it’s so adorable

(Plot twist, the egg belongs to Hawks)

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SiriNoel Fanfiction;; Sick

((hdbvhd this is my first fan fiction I’m posting on here so please bear with me!!))

summary: Sirius is sick and Noel wants to make him feel better!!

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Being sick is honestly an irritating thing for many. You cant smell, constantly having a headache, feel like your going to pass out, tired absoulutely all day, angered very easily than before, it's terrible!

Well, sadly the one and only Sirius Gibson, is dealing with that currently. He's sick. The already short tempered male, is sick.

The purple headed male has currently locked himself in his Lover, Noel Levine's room. Even though he was told to isolate himself into his own room, he proceeded to refuse the order. Sirius isn't the type of person to instantly obey an order, especially when the order is to be away from his significant other.

So, Sirius is in Noel's comfortable blue bed, snuggling close to the star and moon pillows they bought each other for Valentines day. Sirius craved attention, considering Noel has been away from his significant for 2 hours.

Why is the blonde away from his significant? He's trying to made soup.

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"Noel, turn the stove OFF please!" Claire and Ashe begged, attempting to pry Noel from burning the kitchen.

"I-It is! I swear! I turned it off!" Noel panicked, grabbing the hot bowl of soup and bringing it to the counter, hissing at the instant burn touching his palms in a mere second.

"Noel! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Ashe hurries over to Noel, looking closely at Noel's burned palms. "Yes I'm alright! The bowl was meerely too hot, I'm ok!" Noel spoke through hisses of pain, holding his hands to his chest as they trembled softly.

"Whew, thank the stars! I'll finish up the soup, Miss Claire, can you tend to Noel's wounds?" Ashe asks, putting on kitchen mittens and grabbed the bowl of soup, taking over and finishing up the rest for Noel.

Despite his absolute terrible cooking, Noel did a very well job with the soup, and actually not burning the kitchen down! Ashe was impressed.

"His wounds aren't terrible, just mere burns, they'll heal up in no time!" Claire spoke, wrapping Noel's palms with bandages, before getting up to clean up the small mess in the kitchen. Ashe nodded, and looked at Noel’s slightly worried face, frowning abit.

"Noel, I know very well your worried for Sirius, but he'll be okay! You haven't slept or taken a rest ever since he became sick, let us do the rest.." Ashe begged, grabbing a rectangulaur plate and but the bowl of soup, a small cup of honey tea, and napkins on the plate, putting it on the kitchen table and softly puttng a hand on Noel's shoulder, worried for the blonde.

"I will be alright, honest, Ashe. I do apprciate your concerns, but I must make sure Sirius is alright." Noel said in his soft voice, before getting up and grabbing the plate and excusing himself upstairs to his room.

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"Siruis? Starlight? I'm coming in." Noel spoke outside the door, skillfully opening the door without dropping Sirius' meal. When he locked eyes with his purple haired lover, his eager smile saddened when noticing how pale Sirius looks.

"Oh stars, Darling, look at you..." Noel spoke softly, closing the door and walking over to the bed, puttng the food on the beside table and holding Sirius' face in his hands, looking at his now visible freckles that splattered all over Sirius' face. "You, your so pale, are you cold? Hot? Did the cold get worse?" Noel frantically asked, earning a weak cough and chuckle.

"Silly, I'm-" Sirius cuts himself off with a cough, frightening Noel. "Ah ah, I'm perfecly okay, it was just a cough." Sirius quickly reassured his worried significant, earning a pout. "Are you s-sure..?" Noel asked, holding his lover's hand and intertwining their fingers. "Oh, yes of course, dear. Please try not worry so much about this, it's just a mere cold." Sirius reassured once more. Noel sighed softly and nodded his head.

"Alright, if you say so, Sirius." Noel spoke, relieved that Sirius was alright. "However, your warmth would make me feel much better, Levine." Sirius whispered, drinking the rest of the tea and sipping the soup, humming at the warmth hitting his top lip, his eyes closing.

"The soup is, decent. But delicious. I assume you made it, hm?" Sirius smiled, opening a eye to see Noel's bright red face, clearly flustered at the compliment given.

"Y-yes, I did..! I am f-flattered you like it!" Noe spat out, rubbing his hand through his hair, he then cleared his throat. "A-anyways, if you would like for me to hold you, I'd advice finish as much as you can, but do not rush please!”

"I have to finish this, all of it, so I can cuddle my significant? Absolutely unfair, Levine!" Sirius spoke, clearly unhappy with the order given.

"Gibson."

"Alright, alright.." Sirius sighed, sipping more of the soup slowly so he doesn't cough any of it up. A few minutes of silence, Sirius finshed the soup and put the bowl on the bedside table besides him, looking at Noel.

"I'm done. Come here." Sirius requested, scooting over so Noel can get in the covers with him. The blonde haired boy sighs softly at his boyfriend's sassiness and walked over, getting into the covers, and putting Sirius's head on his chest, making sure both of them are very much comfortable.

"Therree we go.~ Hello, Starlight." Noel smiled, gently grabbing Sirius' chin so he can look at him. Sirius' face brightened and his freckles popped up. "H-hello, Levine.." He muttered, getting closer to the blonde haired boy’s lips, looking at them for a small second and kissed them softly, the taller male kissing back almost instantly, the sweet kiss being nothing but love and passion.

"Did you miss me that much? You could have just used the ring, I would have came." Noel smiled, holding his hand up to show the light yellow moon ring upon his right ring finger.

These rings are not just for show. They are rings that can signifiethe other that they are in need for attenion/love/comfort, etc. With the tap of it, shall signify the other that their lover craves you. Like a mood ring of a sort.

"No, I did not want to bother you over mere craveness of your touch, besides, your not leaving this bed no time soon. Henceforth I can hear your heart and feel your warmth for a very long while-" Sirius says befire cutting himself off once agan with anothe cough, this one more painful than the one before.

"O-oh no, Sirius! S-s-shh shh, breathe.." Noel panicked, patting the back of the purple haired male, Sirius’ coughing turning into small hiccups, and then regular breathing, as his pale hand gripped Noel's shirt.

“There you go, Sirius. Shh..” Noel hummed, petting Sirius’ hair and rubbing his back in small circles, in a attempt to relax the other from his coughing fit. “Feeling a little better..?” Noel asked, earning a nod and warm hands caressing his face. “Yes. Now, can I please take a nap with you, My Love..?” Sirius asked quietly.

“Now what type of significant would I be if I simply disagreed? Of course you may, dear.” Noel spoke in a whisper, humming a soft recognizable song to ease the other. “....This song..it’s familiar..” Sirius mumbled, his eyes being droppy, giving him a hard time to open them. Noel noticed this and kissed Sirius’ half closed eye, earning a small smile.

“It’s So This Is Love, from your favorite book and movie, Cinderella. Last I recall, you love this one because it reminds you of you and me, hm?” Noel answered, rubbing Sirius’ back in circles, making small patterns. “Ah, yes, yes I do remember it! Of course it reminds me of us!” Sirius spoke in a proud voice, seeming as though he felt very proud that Cinderella is his favorite movie and book.

“Hmmm, yes yes my Dear. Now rest, you’ve done a great job today, and I am absolutely so proud of you. You need your rest, do not worry I am right here.” Levine whispered, giving Sirius a chill up his back, but he obeyed very much after, drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

Noel was at ease, hearing the soft breathing from the smaller, although he was not tired, he decided it doesn’t hurt to nap for awhile. Before he did, Levine gently kissed Sirius’ head many many times, before singing softly:

“My heart has wings, mmm

And I can fly

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm

So this is love...”

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[jocelyn-wellson]

2 YEARS AGO, MAY

"Angel," whispered Jocelyn. She comforted her dying friend, placing a pillow beneath her head. "Angel, 'ho 'urt ya?" She glanced over toward Bet, whose hand was pressing a blood soaked rag to the woman's stomach; she was shaking her head. 

"Angel," repeated Jocelyn. She took her friend's hand. Her grip was tight; she could feel Angel's own fading fast. "Tell me... 'ho di' thi' to ya?"

"I wan'..." cried out the dying woman. "I wan' me mum..."

"We'll make sure she knows, hon. I promise," said Bet. She wiped her dark brow with the back of her blood stained hand, the sight of which did nothing to comfort the victim.

"He, oh gods..." Angel gasped. "He said she's next, mum. P-please..." She started to shake violently. Blood loss. Bet kept one hand on the woman's belly as Joci turned her to the side. 

"'ho is 'e," whispered Joci. 

"Yv-Yvgeniy," said Angel, blood pooling from her mouth into her bright blond hair. "Don't let him...
"We'll ge' 'im," swore Joci. She felt the grip of her friend's hand slip away.

Bet placed her fingers on Angel's neck. She closed her eyes, muttered a prayer, and let go of the compress on the woman's stomach. "Fuck, Joss, we can't touch him. He's in with fuckin' Dmitri. You know this."

Jocelyn sniffled. She laid her friend's head to rest. "Donnae 'ave a choice, an' ya know et. Tha' mothahfuckah's bin tearin' through us fer too long no'. Angel's th' thir'."

"You get caught, it's the fucking rope, Joss."

"Do I look like I fuckin' care, yea?" she shouted.

Bet looked away. She ran her thin bloody fingers through her black hair. 

"If'fn ya wan' ou', now's th' time."

Bet shook her head. She squat down and gently picked Angel's warm body off the ground. "Wouldn't be right, Joss."

"Ge' 'er clean. I got'a talk ta someone."

"No way he's gonna let you -"

Jocelyn stared at her enforcer. "Ya le' me worry 'bou' 'im. Clean up th' bo'y."

Bet nodded. She carried their friend, all 5'0" of her, to the back room usually reserved for dinner affairs. Jocelyn walked upstairs to her room. She grabbed her brass knuckles and her rusty steak knife.

NOW

"Miss Myz," called Jocelyn from the forward sail. "Wot's our roll?"

"Our what!?"

"Roll!" shouted Jocelyn in return. "Rea' th' lit'le globe nex' th' logbook's foo'lockah!"

Myzariel peered down at the globe. It was moving three different ways at the same time. "Uhhh..."

"Movin' side ta side!"

"Right," muttered the sea sick ren'dorei. She watched for a minute. "Looks to be moving between -15 and +15 degrees, give or take!"

Joci did some quick math in her head. "Win' direc'ion?"

Myz checked one of the small vanes atop the aft mast. "West-North-West."

"Compass?"

She looked down. "East-North-West!"

Joci ran through the math in her head. "Tillah a' eigh' degrees, yeah? Keep et there til we 'it Wes-Nor-Wes, go' et?"

"Aye!"

Jocelyn figured if they slowed the speed with which they were turning the ship, the chances were better the boat would not capsize. But she couldn't be sure.

2 YEARS AGO, MAY

"Why you come to Dmitri, Jo Knuckles?" The Alterac crimeboss asked, wiping his mouth. She swore he was always eating something - borscht, sausage, pierogi, hog shank, cabbage. Anything. He was a disposal.

"Ya know I ain' been called tha’ fer eigh' years," she said. 

"So you come back to fight for Dmitri?"

"Nah."

The crimeboss narrowed his eyes. "One of Dmitri's boys not pay?"

Jocelyn sneered. "Nah."

"Yvgeniy," he said, voice dripping poison.

She took out Angel's bloody lace slip and tossed it on his desk, narrowly avoiding his plate. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Why you bother Dmitri with this?"

"Look a' th' fuckin' slip, Dmitri!" she shouted.

Dmitri started. He had not heard her yell like that since she had worked for him a decade prior. And certainly not with as much force. "Ok, ok. Dmitri look." He pulled the slip from the table. It was still wet. Several puncture wounds were in the center. "...you say Yvgeniy did this?"

"Angel said it."

"She can tell me."

"She's dead."

Dmitri went silent. After a moment, he called Boris, one of his body guards, into the room. "Bring me the boy," he said, face dark.

The body guard nodded. This won't end well, Boris thought, leaving without a word.

"Dmitri wants to know. You have weapon?"

Jocelyn took the rusty steak knife from her bag. She set it on the table. She slipped a hand into her pocket and when she withdrew it, her brass knuckles were affixed.

"You know it was Yvgeniy?"

"Las' wor's she say, Dmitri. Tha' an' 'e was goin' aftah 'er mum."

The crimeboss stood. "Ok, Jo. Help this old man roll up carpet. It's not worth boy's life."

NOW

"Direc'ion!" called out Jocelyn. She had finished reefing the foresail and was ensuring the bowline round her waist was tight.

"West-North-West!" shouted Myzariel.

"Lock th' tillah! Boat's in irons!" she shouted, a force of habit.

Myzariel mechanically locked the tiller in place. Jocelyn stood next to her, a short piece of heavy hemp in her hands. She tried to move the tiller, confirming it was, indeed, locked. She looped one piece of the hemp around a beam close to the hardware and tied a knot Myz had never seen before. Joci pulled up, looped the around rope and tiller again, pulled up a second, and repeated the process three times more. 

"Tillah's snubbed," she said. "Wot's th' roll?" Her back was to the moving globe.

"Looks like..." Myz studied it for a moment. "...between -10 and +12 degrees. Holy gods, you did it..."

Jocelyn turned about. She studied the instruments. "We ain' outta th' sea, frien'. We ain' rollin' as much, tha's goo', bu' now we go' a two degree lis' an' I donnae why. Takin on wa'er somwhere mebbe. Mebbe somethin' shif'ed 'lowdeck. Keep an eye on et, yea?"

Myz nodded. She didn't like how worried Joci sounded. At all. "Are we going to...?"

Joci smiled briefly. "I'll die befir I le' ya ge' 'urt, ya go' et?" She gestured toward the bowline about Myz's waist as she started toward another sail. "Make th' knot tigh', yea?" She shouted over her shoulder. "An' tell me if'fn a damn thin' changes!"

2 YEARS AGO, MAY

"Yvgeniy," said Dmitri. He flicked his chin toward Boris, who pushed the boy into the room. "Leave us."

"What you need, boss?" Yvgeniy asked. He immediately noted the absence of the carpet. That couldn't be good. The small, blonde man ran his hand down his torso. "How can I help Dmitri today?"

Dmitri frowned, giant lips more akin to a frog's expression than anything else. "Dmitri has no more use for you."

The young man laughed. "So why you bring Yvgeniy to see you?"

"Jo has use for you," he said, turning his back on the boy.

Jocelyn pounced upon the man, gagging him with Angel's bloody slip. Yvgeniy had to have known how fucked he was in that moment, tasting the blood of the woman he had stabbed to death not an hour prior. He tried to struggle, but he felt a knee in his back. He fell to the floor.

Dmitri just listened.

"Yer a real sick fuck, yea. Killin' Angel jus' so ya coul' ge' off. Then goin' aftah 'er mum." She pressed down harder with her knee. She felt something in his spine slip, dislocate. She pulled back on the slip, exposing the man's throat. "Dmitri," she said.

The crimeboss turned suddenly, throwing the rusty steak knife at the floor directly in front of the arrogant boy. It struck true, vibrating back and forth, lodged in one of the planks. The boy watched. He struggled harder, grunting, squealing. Like the pig he was. Time to end it.

Jocelyn raised her fist and brought her knuckles down on his spine, just between his shoulder blades. His legs and arms dropped to the floor. He was paralyzed, though still able to breathe. To feel. He wet himself. Jocelyn grabbed the steak knife. She looked up at Dmitri. He nodded and stared the boy down. She dragged the rusty blade across the man's neck, about an inch deep, severing each vein and artery within 10 seconds. She held his head back until his blood stopped pumping, dropping it to the floor with a dense, wet thud.

"Thank'ee," said Jocelyn. Her voice was cold, but inside, she hated herself for it.

The crimeboss nodded. "Yes, Jo. Now, you send Dmitri all his men. They clean this. You  have no more trouble from them. Business to business deal. Dmitri to Jo."

She wrenched the slip from Yvgeniy's mouth and stowed her gear. "Yer a goo' man, Dmitri."

"And you," he laughed, "are good woman. Good, scary woman. Now. Get Drmitri's men. They will take care of filth. You take care of girl and family," he said, adding, "Boris knows. He has money for mother. It can't bring girl back, but it does something."

Jocelyn dipped her head. "Dmitri."

"Jo."

( @myzariel )

[coles-number-one-whore]

Warnings: A little bit of blood, Minor Injury, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unsympathetic Roman

This turned out... weird.

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Prompts by OhUmYeahHi on AO3:

Intrulogical Superhero Au, with Logan being a vigilante/pov. He has both the ability, and intentions necessary, so why not go out and do superhero-ish things.

u!Roman as a supervillain/antagonist. He wants what he thinks is good, but both that and his methods are... definitely not.

The other sides are whatever you cast them as, but of course Remus is relevant somehow.

Summary: Exactly how the Copycat managed to get stuck with the infamous Red Baron's twin and a twelve-year-old in said villain's lair in the middle of nowhere was beyond him.

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Copycat

Logan Croft wasn't trouble. Anyone who knows him would say so as well. Say that he was a nice, intelligent young man and that he came from another state and was only in New York for college.

Copycat was... an interesting individual, to say the least. He had been reported to be seen in several locations at once, hence why people (albeit inappropriately, because the name didn't make sense in the slightest) nicknamed him the Copycat. People didn't know much about him. He didn't interact with other local superheroes. He always seemed to disappear the moment he's job was done and disappeared. He didn't want attention. He didn't want trouble.

So exactly how the Copycat managed to get stuck with the infamous Red Baron's twin and a twelve-year-old in said villain's lair in the middle of nowhere was beyond him.

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This whole debacle started when Copycat opened his eyes and, instead of seeing the normal sight of his desk or his room, he saw... nothing.

The room was completely dark with not a speck of light shining through. He could feel his wrists tied up above his head to a pole and his legs shackled so he couldn't move. The hero shifted a bit, trying to duplicate himself before taking notice of the red glowing lightning sign on the shackles, indicating that it was indeed a power-blocking one. Lovely.

~•~

The hero had to stay there for quiet a while. Every now and then, some guards entered the room and injected him with nutrients he needed to survive and brought him food and water every two days or so, sometimes a bit more, and fed them to him without opening his hands.

A few weeks or so after he was captured, the door opened and light filtered in, causing Copycat to flinch and close his eyes at the sudden onslaught. The Red Baron, one of the town's biggest threats, entered the room, standing in front of him.

"Well. Looks like the hero has fallen. Who would've thought someone like him would be caught in my traps?" He started to monologue. "I guess you aren't as smart as everyone thinks. Why am i even surprised?!"

The monologue continued and Copycat was slowly getting sick of it. He kept telling himself that it wasn't because of the repeated insults and jabs at his self-worth and intelligence, that it was just because he had listened to way too many monologue in his two months of being a superhero and needed a break from them.

"Cut the monologue for gods sake. It makes you sound like a Disney villain honestly." He finally said, his voice raspy after not being used for so long as he tried to keep his voice from wavering. "I will appreciate it if you get to your point right now."

The villain looked offended, but moved on from his speech. "I have a proposal for you." He said simply, watching with glee as the hero tilted his head at that. "You will help me clean up this world. Kill everyone who does bad things. Being it murder, theft, or a simple lying or cheating, and then everyone would learn that if they want to survive, they have to be good. "

"Oh really? Now you really have to be a crazy to think that killing people for the smallest thing is gling to help." Copycat scoffed. "No thanks. I'm fine with how things are. Can I go now?"

"Well that's just sad. I really thought you'd be good and join me... But I guess I'm going to have to use another method. It's one that I don'tuse very often, since most superheroes don'thave what's necessary for that." He sighed wistfully. "Say. You have a sidekick, right? It'd be such a shame if something was to happen to him."

The hero tried to force out a humourless chuckle at the mention of his cousin, only for it to turn into a caughing fit. "That's an empty threat and you know it, there is no way--"

"Virgil Croft. Twelve years old." The Red Baron smirked when the hero's eyes widened. "Very emo, honestly it makes me sick. Also known as Arachnid. Helps you cover up your tracks." He chuckled. "I wonder if he'll survive the cleansing process. He was swearing a lot when we brought him here, pretty rude to everyone too, and a liar, and a lot of other bad things that should be fixed." He huffed and turned around, his back facing Copycat now. "He's pretty scrawny and tiny too. Yeah. Don't think he'll get through it, but who knows, sometimes people surprise you."

Copycat could only watch as the villain smirked and left the room, closing the door behind himself. He had found a weekness, a button he could push and use a against him.

It was at that moment that it really hit the hero that he needed to escape. Fast.

~•~

Apparently, planning wasn't as easy as he thought. He was in a dark, empty room with no escape routes other than the door, even if he did escape, he still had the power-blocking shackles one, he had no idea about the layout of this place, and of course, not being fed for long periods meant that he had to sleep more to preserve energy.

Also, he realised he didn't really need a plan when he woke up to someone cutting off his bindings and opening his shackles. When his blurry vision cleared, he saw a man, around his age or so, with a moustache ridden him from the binds and set him free.

"Who are you and why are you freeing me." It wasn't a question, more like a statement as the hero got up and stretched his stiffened limbs.

"I'm Remus!" He immediately said before realising he probably shouldn't have said that so fast. "Anyways. My brother's crazy, I know you don't like him and I wanna help you overthrow him!"

Copycat didn't have the time to ask more questions as the sound of guards coming to check out what was happening could be heard from outside and Remus grabbed his wrist, dragging him along another hallway leading away from the guards. For good measure, Copycat made a copy of himself to send to distract the guards.

"Wait." He stopped abruptly, causing Remus to stop as well. "There is someone else as well. I'm not going out without him."

A few minutes later, the two of them were running along the same hallway, but this time, there was a certain twelve-year-old being carried along by Copycat who called himself Arachnid and was soundly sleeping in the man's arms.

The moment they stopped in what could be called a hideout, the hero realised that, they weren't just going to get out and be over this, nope. "You don't know the way out." He stated.

The chaotic man quickly denied it, but Logan knew better than to believe him. It was better than being in the dark room for so long. They'd have to settle on hiding in there for now, but it wasn't all that bad.

~•~

"You gonna need help with that?" Remus asked, pointing out his wrists which were still sore due to being tied up for so long and a red line had formed around it and was getting worse and worse. Copycat shook his head and tried wrapping the bandage around it again, only to fail because he couldn't use both hands. "You need help with that." He shook his head again. Another failure. "Gimme that."

He took the bandages in one hand and the heroes hands in another, carefully wrapping the bandages around one of the wrists befire moving on to the next one and carefully wrapping that one as well.

He watched as Copycat examined the bandages thoroughly. "I was honestly expecting you to wrap both of them with one bandage." He muttered.

"I mean, I was considering it." Remus confessed, earning a chuckle. "So. What's your name?"

"Copycat."

"I know that Replica kitty. Your real one."

"...Logan."

"That's a nice na--" He was cut off by a coughing fit, burying his face in to his sleeves and coughing in there.

"Are you... okay?"

"Yeah. It's just a cold."

~•~

After the... escape that they tried two weeks ago, Logan and Remus had gotten a lot closer. Like. A lot closer.

As in, Virgil was slowly getting sick of being stuck in the same room as two idiots who kept dancing around their feelings all the time.

So he decided to start by talking about it to Remus, because as close as he was to Logan, the vigilante didn't understand feelings well.

After a few days of talking to both sides, he finally got them to realise their feelings for each other and now...

He regretted it, because now they were all lovey dovey and gross most of the time and Virgil was sick if it.

Speaking of which, he could hear them making out behind him, thinking that he was sleep. "Oh my god." He got up, grabbing his pillow and throwing it at the two men. "Get a room!"

(They did get a room, later. It was Remus' room.)

~•~

Logan couldn't believe it. They were finally free! They wandered the streets of New York for an hour or so, getting some ice cream on their way. From what they could gather, they'd been in there for two months, yet nothing seemed to have changed in such a big city.

The sound of a coughing fit caused him to turn around and face Remus, who quickly wiped his hand but that didn't stop Logan from seeing that tiny droplets of blood. Virgil looked horrified at the sight.

"You need to go to the doctor. That is not a normal cold and you know it. We're going right this instant." He grabbed Remus' hand, reaching to touch his forehead when he felt how hot it was and flinching back. "You have a fever too. No protests. We're going."

Remus jerked his hand away. "Hey. It's alright kitty! I'll be better soon and there's no need for a doctor." He started getting farther away from his lover. "How about we go to your place? We probably look terrible right now."

He had only gotten a few feet away from Logan when he fell into another coughing fit and collapsed, only seeing his lover run towards him before he blacked out.

~•~

A/N: I'm not really satisfied with how this turned out. I might turn this into a series.

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Stucky x Reader Headcanon

requested - (anon)Headcanons for Stucky with reader that completely forgot about them, won't remember a single thing relating to them.

it happened when you got in an accident and when you woke up in a hospital bed, you were confused

you barely could even remember yourself

you knew some basic stuff like your first name, your birthday but not the year, etc.

Steve handled it better than Bucky

but that didn't mean he panicked

Bucky actually held your hand when you didn't recognize him and he just. . . froze

he looked to Steve with big sad puppy eyes and the fear was clear in his eyes

Steve only put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it

you would only just blankly stare at them and you were really confused and had asked them who they are

and when Steve said they were your boyfriends

as in, plural

your eyes widened and you gaped at them, you couldn't possibly wrap your mind around this

and Bucky would place small kisses on your hand while he held onto it and stared into your eyes

he would quietly beg you to remember him and Steve

Steve talked to the doctors while Bucky kept you company

and Bucky was just about the sweetest thing

he tried to remain as calm and as casual as he possibly could and told you about a date he took you to once and he spoke with so much love in his voice that it made your heart flutter and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

but, sadly, nothing rang a bell

and that's what drove Bucky and Steve insane

you remembered small things about yourself but you had no recollection of the two men in your life

and when you got to go home, they were anxious but glad you were finally coming home with them

they let you rest for a while in the bedroom and while you slept, they paced back and forth in the living room in panic and heart break

while they looked at you with adoring, living eyes

you stared back with blank, lost eyes

they bounced ideas off each other in ways to help you, on what their next move is, who will take you to your next doctor's appointment (both decided they'd want to be there)

at some point, you woke up and had walked down the hall only to stop when you heard their voices

Bucky was desperately throwing question after question at Steve who didn't have all the answers

you even discreetly looked around the corner and saw them breathing heavily as they were spoke to each other

you can clearly see they were trying to keep their voices down and that they were both in the same level of distress

you could Steve running his hands through his hair only let his arms rest on his head with his fingers interlaced as he lets out a deep, heavy breath

Bucky just remains quiet and stares at Steve in concentration

they instantly broke away from their thoughts and their heads shot up and looked towards the hallway were you had back up from your spot and hadn't seen the vase behind you that broke when you bumped into it

Bucky, with Steve hot on his trails, walked to the end of the hallway and they saw you frantically trying to pick up the pieces of glasses

Bucky had to pull you away so you won't cut yourself and you kept on apologizing but he told you: "Doll, it's okay, it's your home too, we didn't even like the thing anyway"

still, you felt bad that Steve was left cleaning

and you could constantly feel their eyes on you and you were pretty sure they watched your every move

Bucky couldn't sleep at all and when he did sleep, it felt like he hadn't slept at all

he was just really restless

sometimes he'd get out of bed and make himself some coffee where Steve ends uo joining him when he notices he's gone

and they both just share how scared they feel that they'll never get you back and they're also afraid that if you don't remember them again, that'll you won't love them like you use to and will just leave them

you also slept alone in the shared bedroom, they detected you felt uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with two men you couldn't remember but apparently loved

Steve and Bucky slept in the guest room and had even heard you shuffling around the room

they heard you turn the lights on and look through some drawers and open the closet

you could also hear Steve and Bucky talking but you couldn't make out what they were saying and you often wished you could just catch a glimpse of what they're doing and what they're saying and if they're talking about you

you had also found one of Steve's shirts in the drawer and went to sleep in it every night because it was comforting and soft and it smelled just like him

and they tried to treat you the same as they did before, hoping it'd spark up some memory, any memory of them

but the had to often stop themselves from touching you like hugging you from behind, laying their hand on your thigh, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulder

one time you woke up to get a drink of water and found them sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and you all just stared at each other, not knowing what to do or say

until Steve asked if you wanted to join them and you relucantantly told him you didn't want to interrupt them and Bucky had to assure you that you would never bother them and to have a seat

they told you a little about your life when you awkwardly asked them

you ended up leaving the room before them and going back to bed

Bucky and Steve followed soon after and just wrapped themselves around each other to scared to admit that they may never get you back

you only had the whole place to yourself when they went on their morning runs that didn't last as long as they usually did

but you would take the time to clean a little and had even helped around with chores that they said they'd take care of

the night after your doctor's appointment you and Steve ordered a pizza while Bucky went out and rented a fee movies and bought some snacks

you sat between Bucky and Steve

you were so close yet so far

they fell asleep and without thinking, you got up and grabbed to blankets and wrapped around them

and befire you even knew what you were doing, you kissed them both on the cheek and whispered goodnight before going to bed

the only evidence of that ever happening was the lipstick stain on both their cheeks

sometimes Bucky would hear Steve silently cry until a sob escapes because he's just so tired of everything and the fact that you're in the next room and have no idea of what you do to them everytime you smile their way

and they just missed you asking them how your outfit looked everyday when you got ready even though you only did so to get their attention

they also missed how you would mumble things they couldn't possibly understand in your sleep

or how you would beg them to stay in bed and just skip the morning run and bail on Sam

Bucky and Steve would pretend as if nothing was wrong around you but you knew better than that

even though you can't fully remember them, deep down you knew that what they were presenting was all for show and they were hiding something underneath their fake smiles

but imagine how sad they'd get when/if they saw you talking to another man or woman and being a little flirty/touchy

like you can almost hear their hearts breaking

but even though they wanted to just grab you and carry you away, they were to sad and insecure to even approach you after that

and imagine Sam looking out for them and actually pulling you away from the person

Sam would be the one telling you a lot about your history with the two supersoldiers

and the way Sam spoke of your love story just made you develop that same crush you had before you were with them

Bucky and Steve had no idea that Sam would tell you anything, as far as they were concerned, you only knew what they told you

one time you fell asleep on the couch wearing Steve's old t shirt and one of Bucky's boxers as shorts and they felt their heart skip a beat and they thought you were the most beautiful person when you looked so peaceful asleep

they were also like hell yeah, she's wearing my clothes, you know all proud and happy go lucky kinda vibe

and you know since you hardly remembered things, they'd keep a close eye on you anytime you guys were out in big crowds and stuff because they didn't want you to get overwhelmed and they wanted to be there in case you needed them

and one time you did

it was at a pot luck some SHIELD agent was hosting that was friends with Steve that invited you guys to attend

and you were talking and meeting new people you have never met before and people you did know and it felt too overwhelming

Bucky quickly came in and escorted you to the car and tried to comfort you while Steve excused himself from the host before meeting you guys in the car

and that was the first time you showed that you really needed them and they felt wanted once again

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Cut

"Ready Chuuya and... action!"

"This is a view rivaling even the most priceless painting." Chuuya smirked as he stood on the stairs. "Eh, Dazai?" Chuuya shifted his foot, causing him to slip and fall down the fake stairs. "Oh shit." He said before face planting.

"Pfffftttt." Dazai began to laugh, before bursting into loud laughter. "There are tears coming out of my eyes ahaha!"

Dazai laughed almost breathlessly as he removed his hands from the fake cuffs and clutched his abdomen.

"Shut up Dazai it wasn't that funny!" Chuuya said, trying to contain his own laughter. The rest of the cast and the crew didn't make any attempt to cover their laughter. After Dazai composed himself a little bit, he looked at Chuuya, still clutching at his aching abdomen.

"You okay?" Dazai asked, still slightly chuckling.

"Yep I'm good." He stood up and brushed himself off, then walked back to his position. "Let's do this again."

"You know I think we should use that for the actual episode." Dazai smirked at Asagiri.

"Fuck you Dazai and get back in the chains!" Chuuya laughed.  

"Ooh kinky Chuuya~"

"Oh my god." Asagiri groaned as she planted her face in her palm. "Okay ready, take two aannddd, action!"

~

"No, actually, it's a little too convenient." Chuuya stated sternly as he grabbed a fistful of Dazai's hair and pulled him

closer. He stared into Dazai's eyes blankly, staying silent. Dazai smiled a bit.

"You forgot your line didn't you?"

"Yes." He responded quietly with a tiny laugh. "Can we try this again?" Chuuya smiled at the crew.

~

"No actually it's a little too convenient." Chuuya pulled Dazai closer by his hair. "You may be able to deceive that little apprentice Akutagawa, but remember, I'm your old partner." Chuuya smirked. Dazai smiled a bit as he leaned forward, before planted a chaste kiss onto the redhead's nose.

"Dazai what the-"

"THAT'S GAY." Atsushi shouted from behind the camera.

"Dazai seriously," Asagiri sighed. "Yes the sexual tension between your characters in obvious but you have to make it at least seem like you hate each other."

"But how could I ever hate my little Chuuya! The only thing I hate is his hat."

"Fuck you the hat wasn't even my choice!" Chuuya snapped at Dazai before releasing his hair harshly, throwing Dazai's head back a bit.

"Alright lets get it on this take people." Asagiri anounced. "Ready and.. action!"

~

"And that's a wrap! Nice job today guys, the new scripts are in your dressing rooms. Be here tomorrow at 9 sharp. I'm looking at you Dazai, since you never make it on time." She threatened the brunet as he removed the long tan coat.

"Alright alright I'll try to make it on time."

"No, you will make it on time." She pointed her long at him before turned and walking towards the door. Dazai laughed as he walked into his dressing room to change into his normal street clothes. He removed his shirt and realized that he had to get the bandages off. He felt around his upper body for a few minutes trying to find a loose piece that he could pull to unravel himself.

"Uh hey can someone help me with these bandages? I can't get them off." Dazai shouted as he poked his head out of the door. He could hear Chuuya's laughter erupt from another area of the studio.

"You've actually become a mummy!" He shouted. "That's one step closer to being six feet under!"

"Yet I'll forever be 8 inches above you, pipsqueak." Dazai retorted as the redhead walked over with a pair of scissors.

"I'm about ready to stab you."

"At least I wouldn't bleed out because my body is covered in these damn bandages." Dazai shrugged as Chuuya carefully slipped the scissors under the edge of the white fabric and slowly cut upwards.

"Hey Chuuya, you wanna come over tonight? I was thinking about cooking dinner." Dazai asked as Chuuya cut the last bandage. He looked up to Dazai's brown eyes.

"Yeah sure, want me to bring a movie?" He questioned with a smile.

"Wasn't there a movie that you wanted me to watch?" Dazai asked as he stepped further into the dressing room and began changing his clothes. Chuuya couldn't help the flush that crept up his chest and heated his cheeks. He averted his gaze down to his designer shoes.

"Oh yeah that one. Uhm yeah I can bring that over. I think you'll like it." Chuuya stuttered slightly.

"Perfect. Be at my house at 6." Dazai said as he kissed Chuuya's temple and stepped out of his dressing room. "See you guys tomorrow!" He waved to the rest of the cast and the crew as they cleaned up, gathered their things and prepared for tomorrow's shoot.

Chuuya bit his lip slightly as dazai walked away, but couldn't bring himself to move his feet quite yet. Dazai and Chuuya were indeed dating, but Chuuya still couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach whenever he was around Dazai. Chuuya inhaled deeply through his nose befire turning and stepping out of Dazai's dressing room and into his own.

~~

Chuuya lifted a pale hand to the door and knocked three times. He took a deep breath and listened to the muffled footsteps coming from inside. The lock unclicked and the door swung open.

"Hey you, come on in." Dazai smiled as he stepped aside to let Chuuya in. Dazai's house was big, with dark, polished hard wood floors and light walls. It was always clean even though he had no cleaning service, and the walls were decorated nicely with elegant paintings and photos of family and friends. There was even a framed photo from the cast party before filming for the show began. Chuuya couldn't help but smile at the familiar atmosphere as Dazai closed the front door. "Did you bring the DVD?" Chuuya was snapped out of his trance by Dazai's smooth voice.

"Oh yeah I've got it. How's dinner going? Need any help?" Chuuya asked as he faced Dazai.

"Nope, it's ready, actually. Come into the kitchen, I'll get you a plate." Dazai smiled as he stepped through the archway that connected the entry hall to the modern style, black and white kitchen.

"That smells amazing Dazai." Chuuya followed Dazai as he took a deep whiff of the heavenly aroma.

"You're favorite, chicken cordon bleu." Dazai replied and made Chuuya smile. Dazai leaned down and planted a quick kiss on Chuuya's lips. "Plates are in the cabinet to the right of the doorframe, think you can grab two?"

"Of course." He smiled before walking over to the cabinet. He looked up and sighed quietly. "Uh hey Dazai-"

"Yeah?" Dazai replied without looking away from the pan he was currently working with.

"Don't laugh," Chuuya paused. "But I can't reach your plates." He finished and stared up at the black plates stacked neatly just out of his reach. He looked over to the stove where Dazai stood when he heard a small chuckle. "Hey I told you not to laugh!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't help myself," Dazai said between fits of laughter. "It's cute." Chuuya purses his lips trying to push the heat that was creeping into his cheeks back down.

~~

"Damn that was delicious." Chuuya sighed as he plopped himself on the couch. "I didn't know you could cook that dish."

"I learned for you, babe." Dazai said as he placed the dvd in the tray. Chuuya couldn't help but smile a bit at the little nickname that his boyfriend slipped.

"Did you just call me 'babe'?"

"Oh, guess I did. Are you upset?" Dazai asked as he stared at the ocean colored orbs.

"No, not at all babe." Chuuya smiled a smile that Dazai happily returned. He stood from his position in front of the television and walked over before plopping down next to Chuuya and putting an arm around his shoulders. Chuuya scooted closet to Dazai and rested his head against the brunet's chest, his heartbeat putting him into a relaxed state. Dazai rested his head lightly against the other's.

"Hey Chuuya?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it too early to say I love you?" Chuuya was shocked for a second, but loosened up and smiled.

"Not at all. Cause I love you too."

~~~~

A fluffy and kinda scattered one-shot for @bungoustrayshowtime because this au literally makes my life so much better

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