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charlizekkelly · 3 years ago

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The Boy With The Burning Heart - Loki Laufeyson

18+ minors DNI

warnings: choking, bondage, pet names, oral!fem receiving...it’s a lot okay. I thought I’d share it with tumblr otherwise it’ll never see the light of day.

paring: loki x oc

word count: 4830

roughly edited.

I always wondered why I liked the villains more. And I think it might be because when they get on the floor; down on their knees for her and only her. Something in me stirs. A hero would sacrifice her to save the world showing that they are indeed pure-hearted and honest. But, a villain would tear the world apart if she was hurt--that is a promise.

They seem selfish, manipulative and rude to everyone around but he treats her like a queen--his and only his. Sitting beside him on a throne with her crown. I think villains are misjudged and that most of the time we don’t get to see their story for if we knew it, the hero may not seem so full of glory. Monsters are made, not born. And, any soul tortured, confused and abused incidentally would not have time to mourn.

So, the next time I defend the villain of the tale; remember that they too, were once broken and frail.

It happened differently than I had originally thought it would, the raven-black haired man's blue-green eyes burning into the side of my face from where he sat--arms draped lazily across the back of the leather lounge he occupied. Admittedly, I’d only come here for one thing and one thing alone. If I wasn’t swamped by work for an entire week on end, the evenings of which were spent watching whatever was on tv or with a book held within my hands. Nights like these were a rarity and never one I would pass up, the music that filled my favourite club pulsed through my veins like a second heartbeat.

The raven-haired man, though handsome and fair to behold, oozed an ethereal aura; darkened by that of the mischief that danced within his eyes. My dark, chocolate brown eyebrows screwed together as I tore my equally brown eyes away from the dark-haired man and slumped into the hard bar stool. A familiar blonde bartender wasted no time in making the drinks I had ordered, though I knew four simple shots of vodka was certainly not very hard to fulfil.

I murmured a soft, “Thanks.” Bringing one of the small glasses up to my lips as I downed the smooth, lingering spirit that created a somewhat warm feeling to wash through me.

I wasn’t entirely sure why I came here tonight. I had been dead set on going home and doing absolutely nothing but my mind appeared to have had other plans--leading me down the familiar street and into the club. The Illusion had opened several months ago and much to my friends' delight, it seemed to cater to every single one of their needs. I had yet to find the spark that the club had ignited within my own friends. The general appeal that brought me back whenever I had the chance, was nothing more than the knowledge that I’d never once gone home without a guy wrapped around my finger.

I chose to shove my thoughts to the back of my mind as I downed the last three shots, a faint buzz warming my body as I rose from the barstool and pushed my way through the sweating bodies of people that occupied the dance floor. The sleeveless, black silk dress I wore felt smooth against my olive skin. The v-neck front of the dress accented by the single, gold, dainty necklace shaped like the sun and moon. A dress I had surprised myself with when I had opened my bag that I took to work with me every morning, taking a wild leap of faith that my boss would let me have tonight off.

A leap of faith that had seemed to pay off.

Minutes passed by as I completely immersed myself within the music that pulsed through The Illusion. The club in itself didn’t look like much from the outside, its blue neon sign in all italic font led many astray but many whose curiosity had gotten the better of them--led them directly into the heart of the euphoric venue. The interior, though modern, screamed of a dark almost academia vibe. The bright, every changing lights daunting to those who had never braved the thrill of a nightclub. Chairs and booths clung to the edges of the dance floor, any and all seating areas pushed off to the side and away from the moving bodies that flocked to the dance floor.

Most nightclubs I’d been to with the company of my small friend group of four always held an upstairs area for those of VIP status. The Illusion lacked both a VIP section and the hierarchy of other clubs, content to let both the rich and the working class intermingle if they wished to. Yet another thing my friends had taken an instant liking to and another thing that had never truly fazed me; utterly content with living my own life instead of worrying about the lives of other people.

A brush of someone’s fingers against my hip drew me from the slight haze that had filled my mind, my eyes darting towards the man that had touched me. The ebony black-haired man drank in the sight of me before him for several seconds, his greeny-blue eyes trailing down my body and then back up to my face. Those sea-green eyes watched me almost thoughtfully as I took in the man that stood before me. His lean yet muscular body seemed honed from what I assumed was countless hours spent in a gym, the black suit he wore flawlessly complimenting his softly, tanned skin.

The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows as the black dress pants he wore clung to his muscular thighs, the veins in his arms on display in a way that made my heart race. The music within The Illusion seemed to quiet, becoming nothing more than static sound to my ears as I focused upon the dark-haired man that towered above my small frame of five foot and if I had to guess, he couldn’t be more than six foot three--six foot four at best.

“Yes?” I prompted, a lone dark eyebrow arched as I smugly watched the look of disbelief flash through his eyes.

His greeny-blue eyes darkened as a mischievous smirk spread across his face, the expression alone informing me that I had just prompted the beginnings of something quite interesting. “You have no idea what you just started.” He purred, stepping forward so that his body pressed against my own.

My fawn-brown eyes looked him up and down as an almost challenging smile quirked the edges of my lips. “I might have some ideas,” I murmured, gaze lifting back up to meet the greeny-blue eyes that seemed to come alive as those words left my mouth.

A dark chuckle left his mouth as he tilted his head to the side, looking my body up and down in the same manner that I had done before. “Do tell.” He drawled, his eyes locking with my own as his large hands came to rest upon my hips.

He lowered his head only enough so that his lips would ghost across the shell of my ear. The distinct smell of mint, snow and something so subtly sweet that I almost missed it; engulfing my senses. “You wouldn’t have the faintest idea about the things that are running through my mind.” He tutted mockingly as he lifted his head--peering down at me as he pulled me closer to himself, the throng of bodies that occupied the dance floor forgotten.

Humming in acknowledgment, a coy smile crossed my face as I stepped out of the dark-haired man’s grasp. His aquamarine-blue eyes seared into the flesh of my back as I turned on my heel and began weaving past the people that continued to dance to the pulsing beat of the music. Many didn’t bat an eyelid at the familiar courtship that occurred within The Illusion. Those that took note of the couples that came and went--with lust clouding their eyes--sat with smirks across their faces, knowing looks etched into their faces as they watched couples leave.

I didn’t have to glance over my shoulder to know that the raven-haired man had followed me. A satisfied smirk played at the corners of my mouth as his arm wove itself around my waist, my heel-clad feet clicked upon the hardwood floor as I pushed the front door to The Illusion open. The bouncer that stood tucked in the corner beside the door dipping his head politely in acknowledgement as we stepped out into the cool night air of New York City.

“Where to?” He asked, peering down at me as I took in the hustle and bustle that was New York’s nightlife.

I furrowed my eyebrows, feigning confusion. “Are you lost? Is that why you followed me out here?”

He looked down at me, an almost annoyed sigh slipping past his lips as he lifted his face to the sky and murmured something beneath his breath that I couldn’t quite catch. His sea-green eyes met my own amused stare as he encased my smaller hand with his larger one, a silent question held within his eyes as he awaited some form of consent; refusing to move from his place beside me unless he received an answer as simple as no.

And, despite having never met him before; I somehow knew that if I told him no. He’d accept my answer and leave me alone completely. I also had no doubt in my mind that he had never asked for anything in life or had given up on asking a long time ago. He oozed an aura that screamed ‘I always get what I want and I don’t care how I get it.’ But, despite that, he seemed dead set on getting my confirmation that I wanted to continue whatever we had started.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N,” I replied, my interest peaked as I spoke again. “What’s yours?

A tantalizing, charming smile lit up his face before he spoke. “Loki.”

My eyebrows rose with interest, a ripple of curiosity spreading through me as the occasional person walked past the two of us; not sparing us a single glance as they continued on their way. “Parents a fan of Norse mythology or is it just a coincidence that you’re named after the God of Mischief?”

His eyes filled with amusement as he shook his head, a soft laugh spilling from his lips as he looked at me. “Something like that.” He says, dimples appearing on both of his cheeks as he peered down at me.

I simply nodded my head, the chill of the night air enticing a shiver to run across my body. Loki’s eyes noted the shiver that raked my body as he began leading me towards a sleek, black Ferrari. My eyebrow arching in disbelief as he opened the passenger side door and waited patiently for me to get in. I watched as he walked around the front of the darkly, tinted car. The smooth leather seats and interior alone would have to cost more than a single, measly paycheck that I received every fortnight.

The car door opened and closed as Loki got into the sleek, sports car. His greeny-blue eyes watched as I fastened my seatbelt, his already securely locked in place as he started the car. A low rumble accompanying that of the engine starting as an almost childlike giggle slipped past my lips, my eyes widening in surprise as I abruptly turned to face the tinted window--cheeks burning with embarrassment as I mentally face-palmed myself. Cursing myself silently as I felt Loki’s eyes upon the side of my face, one hand gripping the steering wheel as the other came to rest upon my thigh.

I tore my gaze away from the darkly, tinted window as I met Loki’s somewhat smug smirk. His dark eyebrows lifted slightly as he averted his attention back towards the road, winding in and out of the late-night traffic with ease. All the while, his hand never left my thigh. His thumb caressed the soft skin absentmindedly as his eyes remained focused upon the road. The breath halted in my lungs as his hand slowly inched higher up my thigh and stopped just beneath the hem of my dress; his thumb resuming the same, gentle circles as we drove through an intersection.

I was no virgin by any means, and yet, in this moment I felt as naive and inexperienced as one. The lights of the city passed by as Loki pulled into the underground car park of some luxurious condo complex and parked within the bay that held a small gold sign with ‘Loki. L’ engraved into the metal. Yet, another sign I should have noted as he got out of the car and came around to the passenger door. Sea-green eyes darting across my face as though I should have known exactly who he was, my eyebrows coming together as I looked up at him in confusion.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, voicing the thoughts that passed through my mind.

Loki merely shook his head, diminishing the worries that had begun to creep in. “No. Nothing’s wrong. Just admiring the view” He assured me, interlacing my hand with his own as he led me towards the silver doors of the elevator.

A light laugh left my mouth as I shook my head in amusement. “I have a feeling that Silvertounge of yours has gotten you into a lot of trouble.”

He only shrugged his shoulders in response, a smug look filling his eyes as he pressed the small button of the elevator. The solid metal doors slid open seconds later and Loki wasted no time in pulling me into the expensively designed compartment. A small gasp spilled from my lips as Loki caged me between the cool wall of the elevator, effectively switching our positions so that he now stood with his back to the closing doors. One dark strand of hair hung in front of his eyes, his aquamarine-blue eyes filled to the brim with a look I had seen many times before.

A look of pure lust. A gleam of something else flickered within his eyes, a look that I couldn’t decipher as he took a single closer. The firm, lean planes of his body pressing into my own; the cool metal of the elevator walls cool against my heating skin. Snaking his arm around my waist as he leant down and brushed his lips against my own--teasing me with the nearness of his sinful lips. Loki’s eyes glinted with satisfaction, as though sensing the frustration that had begun to creep up inside of me, his head tilting to the side as peered down at me tauntingly.

I suddenly realised exactly what Loki was doing. The almost animalistic look that marred his face as he peered down at me--our lips only millimetres away from the other--told me everything I needed to know. A knowing look filled my eyes as I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, a gentle chime informing the both of us that we had reached whatever floor Loki had hit. The doors to the elevator opened to reveal a rather modern condo; the interior of which I wouldn’t get to see as Loki led me down the small, dark hallway with his arm still firmly wrapped around my waist.

“In a rush, are we?” I taunted as Loki led me straight into his room.

Loki paused as he closed the door to the bedroom, his arm leaving my waist as he stepped away from the door. The muscles in his back rippled as he shook his head in slight amusement, his back to me as a deep, taunting chuckle filled the silent room. My breath halted in my lungs at the sound, my eyebrows coming together as the atmosphere in the room shuddered beneath the sound of Loki’s taunting laugh.

A small part of me wondered what I’d just gotten myself into and urged me to run. But, the bigger part of me screamed at me to stay. The same part of me that chose to stay within the room was also to blame for the way my heart raced with excitement.

Loki turned to face me, his raven hair falling in dark curls to his shoulders as he took a single step forward; a step I mirrored backwards. His eyes seemed to come alive with that single step I took backwards, the game of cat and mouse continuing up until the back of my knees hit the end of his bed. My heart shouldn’t have been racing with excitement nor should I have thought the predatory look that Loki sent me was attractive.

And yet, I couldn’t find it in myself to be afraid of the dark-haired, sea-green eyed man.

I watched silently as Loki crept closer, my fawn-brown eyes ensnared within the greeny-blue depths of Loki’s eyes as he came to a stop in front of me. Winding his arm around my waist as he pulled me into his chest, my much smaller form dwarfed by his towering height. I couldn’t find whatever possessed me to speak but as I stood caged between the edge of the bed and Loki’s chest; something within me stirred.

A feeble, lust-filled plea spilled from my lips as I peered up at Loki from beneath my lashes. “Please.”

Loki’s head tilted to the side, his interest sparked as his domineering voice filled the room. “Please what?” The same mocking noise emitted from the back of his throat as he started to speak again. “Please touch you? Kiss you? Or fuck you so thoroughly that the only thing leaving those tantalising lips of yours will be my name?”

I bit down on my lip harshly, trapping the whimper that threatened to escape. Confusion at my sudden willingness to comply flashed through me; my usual distaste for submitting to men long gone as Loki watched me carefully, the corners of his mouth lifting into a knowing smile as though he could read the inner turmoil from my face alone.

“What’s the matter, dove? Cat got your tongue?” He taunted, well aware of the turmoil running through my mind.

I shook my head--too quickly--hoping it would diminish the overwhelming urge to submit to him. “No. Are you all talk or-”

Loki’s eyes darkened with the blatant challenge, picking me up by my waist and dropping me upon the cold sheets. My eyes widened in surprise as Loki hurriedly unbuttoned the black dress shirt he wore, discarding it over his shoulder carelessly. The toned planes of his chest, abdomen and stomach revealed to my awaiting eyes. As he stood at the end of the bed looking down at me, I was struck with a sudden urge to refer to him as a God; my speechless surprising myself.

“Strip.” Loki all but commanded, that same urge to please sweeping across me as I complied and pulled the black silk dress over my hips.

His eyes trailed across my bare body, his eyes sliding back up to meet mine as he noted the black lace panties that still covered the faintest amount of skin; I’d opted against wearing a bra with the silk dress, a fact that seemed to please Loki to no extent. As quickly as he had removed his shirt, he unbuttoned the single button on his pants and shrugged them off of his legs. He closed the space between the two of us within seconds, his arms trapping me between him and the mattress as he studied me intently.

“Last chance to back out now, pet,” Loki warned, waiting keenly for my answer.

“Who said anything about backing out?” I questioned, my answer as clear as any bell.

I wasn’t going to back out, not now when I was mere moments away from getting what I’d gone to The Illusion for.

Loki’s sea-green eyes glinted as he noted the confirmation with my answer--the only go ahead I was going to give him. His lips met my own as he kissed me, our lips moving together feverishly as dominance, need and lust pooled into one. One of his hands moved to grip my waist as the other reached towards the bedside table to the left of the bed, grabbing a lone tie from atop it. Gripping both of my wrists in his hand as bound them both together above my head, his eyes alight with lust as he secured both my wrists to the headboard; pulling the silk tie once to ensure that I couldn’t move.

Loki pulled away just enough so that he hovered above me, observing the image of me bound to his bed with nothing but pure, male satisfaction plastered across his face. “What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly, pulling against the silk tie that kept me in place.

“Bondage tickles your fancy, I see.” Loki mused smugly, gesturing to the way I licked my lips and the way my thighs pressed together.

I chose not to answer him as he hooked a finger beneath the fabric of my panties, tugging the flimsy material down my legs and discarding them over his shoulders--parting my legs with his hands as he nestled himself between them. My brown hair cascaded around my shoulders as Loki held my gaze, dipping his head as he licked a long strip up my slit.

Lifting his head only enough to let out a soft groan, sea-green eyes meeting my own as he spoke. “Just as I thought. You do taste as good as you look.”

I made to clench my legs together as his words sent a gush of heat to pool within my core. Loki only held my gaze for a few more seconds before he lowered his head again, his tongue moving in sure, deft motions along my slick core. A soft moan spilled from my lips as his tongue began drawing circles upon my clit, two of his fingers plunging into my pussy with ease. My hands pulled against the tie that kept me bound to the bed, squirming in his grip as my head tipped back; a moan falling from my parted lips.

“Oh god.” I breathed out, hands clenching the silk tie as I felt the stirrings of my orgasm.

“That’s right, dove. Scream for me.” Loki murmured against my core.

Pumping his fingers in and out of my folds at a leisurely pace before quickening the pace of his strokes, his fingers curling inside me so perfectly as the tips of his fingers pressed against my g-spot. A guttural moan slipped from my mouth as I pulled against the tie, a mocking laugh emitting from Loki’s mouth as he watched me pull against the binding around my wrists. My core began to tighten as my orgasm drew nearer, the coil inside of me tightening so deliciously that it threatened to snap any minute.

Loki’s thrusts of his fingers were unrelenting as he leant back just enough to peer down at my face. “You’re so wet for me, pet.” He paused as another moan spilled from my mouth, “Cum for me.”

The command within his voice was enough for my head to tip further back into the mattress, my orgasm washing over me in waves upon waves. “Fuck.” I breathed out as the waves of my orgasm subsided.

My core clenched around his fingers as he continued to pump his fingers, slowing his pace before removing his fingers from my folds completely. I tugged at the silk tie that bound me to the headboard, watching as Loki pulled his boxers down his legs and threw the material to the floor beside the bed. His dick on full display as my eyes widened slightly, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.

A smirk grew on Loki’s face as he noted the movement, positioning himself between my legs and lining himself up with my entrance. “Oh, sweetheart. The fun has only just begun.” He purred as he pushed the tip of his dick into me.

A gasp spilled from my lips as he plunged the rest of his dick into me, filling me to the hilt. A groan emitted from Loki’s throat at the same time that I moaned, pulling his hips back as he thrust into me swiftly; the tip of his dick brushing against my g-spot as he continued to thrust his hips at the same unrelenting pace as his fingers had done so before.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.” Loki groaned out, bucking his hips into me as he did.

“Loki...please.” I pleaded, pulling at the tie for the millionth time that night.

“Are you going to cum already?” Loki teased as he continued to pound into me, hands gripping my waist that I was sure there would be a bruise.

I merely nodded my head frantically, tugging at the tie around my wrists as Loki continued to move his hips.

“What was that?” Loki pressed, tauntingly. “I can’t give you what you want if you won’t tell me.”

“Please, Loki. Make me cum.” I pleaded, a moan slipping from my mouth as Loki sped up his thrusts.

Loki’s hand snaked down between our bodies and drew circles upon my clit, plunging his dick deeper into me as his tip pressed against my g-spot repeatedly. My second orgasm for the night rippled through me as I moaned out Loki’s name, my hands gripping the silk tie as Loki continued to buck his hips. Within moments, Loki’s release came. His cum flooded my core as we both collapsed onto the mattress, Loki reaching up to untie the tie that held me in place. I rolled onto my side as Loki tucked me into his side--whether it was subconscious for him to do it or not, I didn’t know. He rubbed my wrists gently with his fingers, as though it would rid them of the soft red-tinge that covered my skin.

The both of us getting comfortable atop of his bed, wrapped around the other as our eyelids grew heavy; sleep mere moments away as we relented to its allure.

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I woke as the sun had begun its ascent into the sky, the soft hues of pink, purple and orange filling the room as I slipped from Loki’s bed. Slipping my black panties and dress over my hips, all the while my eyes remained locked on the raven-haired man that slept peacefully within his bed. Picking my discarded heels up off the floor, I padded across the room towards the closed door. Thanking the Gods when it silently swung open. The hardwood floor of Loki’s apartment was cold against my bare feet, the only light of that coming in through the windows of the condo.

I pressed the button to the elevator, waiting patiently until the metal doors slid open. Stepping into it and pressing the main floor button, noting the number of levels to the complex as the elevator carried me to the lobby. My phone and bag remained at The Illusion as the doors to the elevator opened, most likely tucked in the manager’s office like Luka had done so many times before. The blonde-haired bartender that worked at The Illusion came to mind as I began my trek back to the club, walking out of the elevator and into the early morning air of New York City. Out of all of my friends, Luka had managed to be the one person to snag a job at The Illusion--be it his charming smile or the way he carried himself, I didn’t know.

I threw a final glance back up at the condo complex building that towered above, slipping my heels back onto my feet as several passersby threw me looks before continuing on their way down the street. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, knowing full-well that Luka would be waiting for me out the front of The Illusion--a glass of water in one hand and a plan B in the other.

I shook my head in mild amusement as I raised my hand to hail a taxi, the small, yellow vehicle pulling up to the curb moments later as I climbed into the backseat and informed the driver of my destination. I leant back into the leather seats of the taxi as it pulled away from the curb and into the traffic, car horns blaring as the billboards overhead gleamed down at me.

The seething, raven-haired God watched from his condo window going unnoticed by me as we drove further away. All the while, the God of Mischief watched with his hand clenched by his sides--the God’s wrath directed towards me, gold sun and moon-shaped necklace held within his hand.

A constant reminder of who he had to find again.

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor

#bnha 308 #midoriya izuku #muscular (bnha)#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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softtamaki · 4 years ago

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it’s gonna be okay

summary: your best friend would always make you feel loved and comforted and tonight was nothing different.

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

genre: angst / fluff

word count: 2k

warnings: mean mom ;; it’s not too specific about why

a/n: requested by @lavenderbutton05 and i hope you like it :)

so !!

currently there’s a lot of things that have been happening recently

some good :D

some bad >:(

but either way you’ve always had your best friend to cheer you up

that’s right izuku midoriya is your best friend!! but even that has a sour taste in your mouth since recently, you two have been very touchy

and technically katsuki bakugou is also your bff but like don’t tell anyone that because he gets REALLY angry

for legit no reason too

it’s not like you have friday 4pm solely dedicated towards going to your favorite shop and eating food

(you totally do but if ANYONE — even izuku — knew, goodbye free sweets hello angry bakugou)

back to the point

midoriya confessed to you a week ago but ran off before you could say it back, eventually you did tell him

the two of you are taking it really slowly and don’t have any labels (yet)

but midoriya has always managed to keep you on your toes

no like ,, literally

“come on, y/n. you got this!”

“izuku i swear to all might, are you trying to kill me?”

midoriya sighed and his hands went back to the side of his body

he was trying to get you outside

while trying not to get super flustered at using his first name (even though you’ve used it a million times)

he wants to know what’s bothering of late, you’re being secretive and generally dismissive and it’s making him worried

“just, trust me? i’ll catch you!”

currently, you were on the railing of the girls UA dorm building and midoriya was on the floor underneath

your regeneration quirk wouldn’t be that useful in this situation so you’re grateful that you’ve been training in different martial arts

aikido would be very helpful in this situation since it would be best at helping you get down gracefully

you jump down the railing and land on the flat ground with a loud slap due to the sandals you had on

it was too hot for shoes! slippers are much better for the fast approaching summer time

“so.. where are we going?”

“somewhere nice, a breath of fresh air. i-is that okay?”

you smiled and nodded your head, gesturing midoriya to continue forward

he led you for a few minutes in silence, it was a comfortable silence

you weren’t going far, or you know aizawa would get mad, but far enough to get away from the dorms and breathe

you talked about your internships and the way the league of villains had been acting up recently

the topic eventually led to your friends and when you were ranting about denki not paying attention during class, midoriya suddenly stopped

“yeah and he always asks me later about what we learned despite being there! it’s like he forgets everything.. oh are we here?”

“yeah, just a little over to the side. don’t get to annoyed at him though, i’m sure he means the best”

“yeah, yeah, i know”

you two stop at a bench and sit down

looking up you see the blurry sky, hazy from the light pollution of the city lights you see down below

it was pretty and it made you think about how small you really are

midoriya was a little upset that it wasn’t as starry of a night as he had predicted but that would be a later concern, right now you were the priority (you always were to him)

“y/n, is..is something wrong?”

“hm? what do you mean?”

“you’ve been awfully quiet during class. plus, at lunch when kacchan told denki to shut up, you didn’t even say anything..”

“should..i have said something?”

“i m-mean kacchan never means what he says but you usually do. plus you’re usually more up for this sort of thing and yet you were so hesitant..”

“can you blame me? did you hear about how many villains are—”

“okay! i get it.”

midoriya abruptly starts, upset that you’re still denying the fact that something is wrong

you had every right to not tell him but he feels this might be a ‘i-don’t-want-to-burden-others’ type of thing more than ‘it’s-none-of-your-business’ thing

but you’re not responding so maybe he was wrong? he looks up to your face and his heart cracks

you’re frowning and eyes are watering, like you just got bullied

“oh shoot, i didn’t mean-“

“i’ve just been so.. lost lately”

midoriya stops and looks softly at you

your hands are quivering at this point and so midoriya brushes his fingers against them

you can feel the gentleness of his touch and don’t retract your hand

instead, you crave it and slowly make a move to grab his fingers

he blushes and looks away, trying not to tear up at the sweet gesture

“other than villains and the internship, school has been hectic. i can’t seem to catch a break!”

“mhm, i feel you. it’s like everyone’s trying to make it our last year here.”

you laugh and nod

“plus! aizawa is letting us go on our first missions next month, like i know it’s just a practice mission but wow time has flown so fast..”

your smile slowly fades and you steel your jaw to not let your facade fall

“..and things at home aren’t that great either”

there it is

midoriya stops looking at the city lights and sees you rubbing your arm in hesitation

“take your time, don’t worry it’s okay.”

“my mom’s been really rude lately”

“you don’t have to say anything y/n”

“oh i know it’s just, i want to? if that’s okay.”

“of course, continue. i’m here for you”

“well you know me and i recently told m-my mother who i was and she didn’t have a great reaction..”

“oh y/n, i’m- i’m so sorry.”

“it hurts you know? like my mom is supposed to be the one person who supports me no matter what but now.. now she’s being so mean and i don’t know what to think anymore..”

midoriya looks down at your hand that’s now tightly clasped around his, and instead of getting nervous, he holds yours back with the same strength

when he looks back up, you’re crying and his heart shatters completely

he doesn’t like seeing you sad and knowing that someone hurt you like this makes him so angry

taking a deep breath, midoriya brings his other hand to your waist and pushes you into his chest

after a small yelp, you’re now hugging and sitting in midoriya’s lap

his sweater is probably going to be damp with the tear stain but with his hands quietly patting and rubbing your back, you don’t seem to care

“she thinks she’s known me but she really doesn’t. she thinks i’m lying about it.”

“lying? you would never lie about something like this.”

“right? is like you’re the only over who actually pays attention to me.”

you remove yourself from the crook of his neck and look up to your best friend/more than a friend/boyfriend

the person that’s been there since day 1 and has always been supporting everything you are and do

you’ve never felt scared or lonely knowing that he’s right there next to you

midoriya looks at you like you’re the only person in the world

like the stars in the sky are in your eyes and can tell him how wonderfully excited you get when fighting or practicing

but now your soft cheeks are damp and he doesn’t want his favorite person in the world to be crying

he slowly brushes your tears away, fighting back his own tears by seeing you in pain

the two of you just sit and bask in each other’s presence

“you’re safe with me.”

you try to push down the words that are lumped in your throat from his comfort, but you can’t

“izuku, i love you.”

“i love you too, y/n. everything going to be alright.”

he smiles wide and you can’t stop the grin from rising to your lips

he takes your cheeks into his hands and slowly pecks your forehead

he’s also blushing like crazy and you can vaguely feel his body shaking

you grin, and with a leap of faith you kiss his cheek and he almost combusts

“y/n! i-i’m supposed to be making you happy- not the other way around.”

“you do make me happy! this makes me happy izuku!”

you’ve completely lost him

he’s half contemplating if he should bury his head into your shoulder but the short sleeved shirt you’re wearing makes him surprised

his mood instantly changes and he’s setting you down next to him on the bench before you can even register it

you’re pouting and he’s got half the heart to kiss you again but (your) health comes first

so he takes off his blue hoodie and gently says “up”

now you’re flustered because “oh-my-god-he’s-giving-me-his-hoodie”

he pushes it down on you and you’re already liking the super soft material

he’s looking at your smile and he can’t help but tear up a little and goes to hug you tightly

at this point you’re never going to get tired or used to midoriya having his strong arms around you, it’s heaven

but you can feel him shaking and you’re worried now

“izuku? is something wrong?”

“no! no, it’s fine i-it’s just..your mom sucks..and you don’t deserve this, you know? you deserve everything in the world and i wish i could give it to you and not let anyone make you cry.”

“oh..you think i deserve the world?”

“no,”

you’re confused and he takes his head of your shoulder and looks down at you

“you deserve more than the world. and you definitely deserve people who build you up and love you, not hurt you like this.”

midoriya wonders if your smile from his words is the brightest thing he’ll ever see, and even when the sun comes up and he’s still holding you and talking, he’s proven right

“you’re really cheesy..”

he smiles with his eyes closed and his freckles are shining in the moonlight

“you make me really cheesy y/n.”

the two of you hug for longer, in the cold night but the comfort radiating off of him makes you warm

he lifts his head up,

“um, can i kiss you?”

the look you give him makes his heart do somersaults and he’s trying not to die just looking at you

you nod your head and with a vocalized yes and he dips in to capture your lips

it distracts you from the lulling pain in your heart and you’re happy for it

as much as you think you can talk about what’s bothering you for longer, you really just needed something else

you two separate and you fall into his chest and when you snuggle up beside him, he’s about to fall apart

the rest of the night, midoriya talks about anything and everything, trying to distract you and tell you that he loves you and everything will be okay

he never makes it seem that he’s upset or minds doing this and always makes you feel loved and comfy

patting your head and rubbing your back, you slowly fall asleep to his loving words and he keeps on holding you until the sun rises

instead of waking you up, he decides to carry you (he doesn’t even need his quirk because to him, you’re soft and as light as a feather)

he doesn’t know how he didn’t get in trouble when he opened the door to your dorm and set you in your bed

or when he was tucking you in and kissing your forehead goodnight

or when he kept sitting next to you, thinking about how much he wanted to cuddle you and take all your fears away

he ultimately said “screw it” and decided cuddles were more important

any teasing from your friends and an annoyed kacchan saying “finally deku!” tomorrow would all worth it when you shifted in your sleep and cuddled into izuku’s chest

the i love you’s you exchanged made everything okay and you were so happy to know that your best friend would always be at your side

it’s gonna be okay

#izuku midoriya #deku #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya headcanons #midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #anime x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha headcanons #deku midoriya #midoriya x reader comfort headcanons #midoriya x reader comfort #my writing

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vibrant-leaf · 3 years ago

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A Miraculous Second Chance

🧡 ~KiriBaku Drabble~ ❤️

Summary: An accident happens and Bakugou has a bad head injury that affects his relationship with Kirishima.

Warnings: cursing

So I realize that this drabble has a lot of holes and things wrong with it but I won’t ever actually write this because it’d be a lot to tackle, especially with basically rewriting Bakugou’s much needed character development buuuuut I thought of this and needed to share it. This was just a series of messages in a discord so, it’s choppy, there’s grammar mistakes, I go back and forth between Kiri and Kirishima, but I still love it. So I hope you enjoy it for the mess that it is 😊

Bakugou and Kirishima are dating, it’s their third year at AU, Bakugou is out on a work study mission, fighting villains ya know the norm, but something goes wrong and he hits his head somehow, gets knocked out, and has to go to the hospital. Once Kiri gets word that he’s hurt he rushes to the hospital and by the time he gets there Bakugou has only been awake for about 5-10 minutes and the doctor is talking to him and his parents are outside of his door. Kiri runs for his room and Mitsuki sees him and tries to speak to him, “wait Kirishima we need to talk to you real quick” but..

“I need to see him! Just let me him first please!”

Mitsuki tries to stop him but he barges through anyway.

“Katsuki!! Oh my god thank god you’re okay!” He walks over to Bakugou and hugs him but Bakugou is freaked out and pushes him off.

“Don’t fucking touch me who do you think you are?!”

Eijirou backs away from him to give him some space. “What- katsuki it’s okay it’s me, it’s Eijirou.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are- and stop using my given name!”

And Eijirou is just stunned. Eyes wide, mouth slightly parted, eye brows scrunched up.

Mitsuki speaks up again, “Kirishima, honey. A word?”

Bakugou is just glaring at him and he can’t take it so he walks out of the room and next to Bakugou’s mom.

Kirishima is gutted. Understandably. With Bakugou being Bakugou he’s not gonna continue a relationship with some random stranger. (I’ll be continuing with bulletpoints)

Last thing Bakugou remembers is him finding out he got accepted into UA

Kiri had to explain the situation to rest of the BakuSquad and they now understand that Bakugou will be okay he just needs some space from everyone so he doesn’t get overwhelmed so they can’t bombard him with their usual nonsense.

But then BakuSquad asks about their relationship and Kiri just shakes his head and says “but I don’t blame him” and he’s been trying to hold back his tears. Of course he cried the night he saw Bakugou in the hospital but since then he’s been trying to suck it up because itd be selfish of him to cry over their relationship when Bakugou is going through something worse, right? So he should just be thankful that he’s alive and okay. But the bottle that’s been filling up with his emotions for the past couple days inevitably explodes and he starts to sob in front of his friends.

Bakugou is back to keeping his distance from everybody.

At first he’s given a little time to adjust to his “new” life before he asks about everything that’s happened to him but he definitely wants to know everything.

Kiri is trying to be friendly towards him. says hi to him every morning, tries to ask him questions about what he last remembers.

He gets a stern answer, “that I got accepted into UA.”

He hates the answer because that means Bakugou knows literally nothing about Kirishima, and what him and his class went through, or things they’ve done together.

Kirishima is hurting but he thinks he’ll be okay because at least he still gets to see Bakugou everyday.

He once accidentally called him Katsuki and apologized profusely. But what Kiri doesn’t know (thanks to Bakugou’s glare) is that Bakugou maybe, sort of, kind of liked the way his name sounded coming from Kiri’s mouth JUST A LITTLE THOUGH OKAY?

They soon become sort of friends again and Kiri is ecstatic by the minuscule amount of progress.

There’s a test coming up and Kiri asks Bakugou if he can help him study.

“Why the fuck would I wanna do that, Shitty-hair?”

“oh.. right.. sorry. Um, I’ll just ask Yaoyorozu then.” Kiri at least tries to think about the silver lining that is Bakugou calling him “shitty-hair” for the first time since the incident, but he’s still sad.

The sad look on Kiri’s face is foreign and horrible and why the fuck can’t Bakugou stand to look at it?! “Shut up. If you need help you might as well get it from the best in the class. I’ll help you. But don’t even think about mentioning it to the others” - there that’s better. That bright smile is back on Kiri’s face. Bakugou has to bite his cheek to keep him from smiling even the slightest bit.

CUE THE FIRST NIGHTMARE.

Bakugou is surrounded by people he’s never seen before, everything around him is just rubble, and these people are trying to capture him, but he’s dodging and fighting back.

He wakes up to loud knocking on his door and realizes he’s sweating and breathing super heavy.

He lets Kiri in his room.

Kiri is asking if he’s okay and if he had a nightmare.

Bakugou gives short and simple answers as he tried to calm his breathing down.

He’s finally calm and he tells him what his dream was about.

Kiri is shocked tries his best to calmly break it to Bakugou that that actually happened.

They decide to tell Aizawa and Recovery Girl tomorrow but for now Bakugou wants to try and go back to sleep.

Cut Kiri some slack here, he’s half awake and his brain is in Comfort-Bakugou Mode, so when he tries to slide under the covers of Bakugou’s bed he’s all the sudden getting yelled at.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Shit shit! Shit! We would- or I would- um uh.. well we used to sleep together sometimes and especially if you had a nightmare.. but it’s okay I’ll just leave! Goodnight Ka- Bakugou!” And Kiri runs out of his room feeling absolutely mortified.

Bakugou is just sitting in his bed stunned. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was fucking KIDNAPPED once.. but he was also thinking about how that was the first time Kirishima said anything about when they were together. He tries not to think about what their relationship could’ve been like because it’s doing something weird to him like holy shit they slept in the same bed??? That guy?? With the stupid red hair?? Hair that honestly looked better down if Bakugou was concerned but he shouldn’t be, so he isn’t…

As Bakugou is falling asleep he thinks about how he finally wants to know about everything that happened to him in the last two and a half years.

So Bakugou talks to aizawa and recovery girl the next day and he gets a brain scan to see if maybe that one part of his brain that was damaged was healing at all.

The result: nothing much has changed with his brain.

He’s starting to get frustrated because he wants to remember but it looks like there was no hope of that happening anytime soon so he has to settle for stories from other people.

Sure he wants to know everything but good God a lot of shit has happened so he decides vague details for now are best.

Kiri just pretends that he didn’t try to sleep with Bakugou the night before and tries his best to act normal around him and it helps that Bakugou doesn’t bring it up.

Kiri really wants to tell him about their relationship though.. maybe one day. But as soon as he thought he was feeling better, he’s back to excusing himself from the lunch table because he can’t stop thinking about how much he loves Bakugou and wants him back and fuck he just really needs to have a cry right now. Luckily there isn’t anyone in the bathroom so he’s able to cry in peace.

Over the next week Bakugou has a couple more nightmares and Kirishima simply goes over to his room to check on him and it kills him that that’s all he can do for him now.

But on one night, it’s Bakugou’s turn to be pounding on Kirishima’s door.

Kiri quickly gets out of bed to open his door “Bakugou? You alright?”

“Why didn’t you tell me…”

“Tell you.. what?”

Bakugou just stares into his soul, takes him in, his pretty hair that barely reaches his shoulders, his eyes, the scar above his right eye, his whole face, his lips- okay that’s enough...

“Bakugou, I’ll tell you anything you want-”

“Why didn’t you tell that you were the one who.. who was there.. who called out to me.. whose hand I grabbed to escape those villains..”

Kirishima just stands there dumbfounded and says nothing because he didn’t really have a good answer to his question. Why didn’t he tell him? Because it was too much about them? Yeah maybe but looking at Bakugou’s face right now makes him feel real stupid for telling him nothing about that.

“I.. I really don’t know.. I’m sorry Bakugou.”

“Do you not have feelings for me anymore?”

Kiri could fucking laugh right now because that was the furthest thing from the truth, but of course he refrains.

“No! That’s not it at all.. I mean.. sorry I just.. I didn’t think you would want to know about us? Our relationship? I don’t know.. I feel dumb now for not telling you that at least.”

Bakugou keeps staring at him and Kirishima has no clue what to say or do with himself right now.

But Bakugou is annoyed. Annoyed that Kirishima wouldn’t tell him about that. Annoyed at how he’s been feeling towards Kirishima recently. Annoyed at how he wants to know everything about them, their relationship, what they did together, what sleeping next to him was like. He’s annoyed and he’s gonna do something about it.

So Bakugou takes a giant leap of faith, grabs Kirishima’s shoulders, and crashes his lips onto his. He really hopes that they’ve kissed before, otherwise this would probably be pretty fucking weird to do.

Kiri doesn’t kiss back right away because his brain needs to process what the hell is actually happening right now. But once he realizes that he isn’t in fact dreaming he puts his hands on Bakugou’s face and kissed him back.

When they pull apart they’re both breathless and blushing.

Bakugou’s stomach is doing flips and Kirishima is putting on the biggest smile he’s ever seen on him. And he’s almost mad at himself for not being able to remember what Kirishima looks like after kissing him like that. But he burns it in his memory this time and he silently swears to himself and to Kirishima that he’ll never forget again.

“I want to know everything about us.”

Kirishima can’t help it... he starts crying. But he’s crying because he’s so fucking happy and relieved and oh my god Bakugou kissed him again. “Okay, yeah. I’ll tell you everything.”

Bakugou lets a small smile form on his face. “It’s Eijirou, right?”

Kirishima nods frantically and wraps his arms around Bakugou’s neck and continues let the tears of joy fall down his face.

~Fin.

#mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #anime #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bakushima #drabble #imagine #memory loss #happy ending #love

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 4 years ago

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It Takes Two to Tango

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, guns, knives, violence, self destructive behavior, mentions of mania and depression, mentions of bipolar disorder, descriptions of tattoo guns, slight slut shaming maybe, a bong, allusion to corrupt government, mentions of prostitution, mentions of parental neglect, and mentions of piercings.

Word Count: 6.5k

Songs: Drew Barrymore- SZA, No Role Modelz- J.Cole, Baby Blue- Action Bronson, Little Dark Age- MGMT, Gansta- Kehlani, Shutter Island- Jessie Reyez, Good Days-SZA, King’s Dead, Kendrick Lamar, and Saint Bernard- Lincoln.

“Which was odd because usually he talks the most on these rides. After we got over the initial awkwardness of the whole fire and Vulture thing we fell back into the way of things. Well if he was going to play this game I would too because what’s that saying? It takes two to tango.”

A/N: Hold on tight a lot goes down and it’s not looking up anytime soon.

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I was running faster than I’d ever had before the heels I had been trying on? Not helping my case. Since this is apparently my brand now I backed myself up onto the edge of the building.

I had a gun trained on me.

“Come with us Y/N please,”

“No! Who the fuck is Y/N?”

“Don’t play dumb ma’am we’ve done extensive research on you and we see you’ve done the same with us,”

I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck you! I have no idea what you’re talking about and this is harassment,”

“You’re cornered there’s no way out,”

The man wasn’t going to shoot me. No one would’ve come all the way out here and have chased me for this long when they had a gun if they were really planning on killing me. They would’ve done it already. And if this was who I thought it was I was not going with them.

“Just come with us, we’re on your side, we’re not trying to hurt you,” That sounds exactly like someone who was going to hurt me would say.

“Yeah says the man who has a gun aimed at me,” I rolled my eyes.

“This is simply a safety precaution, just make this easier for everyone,”

I looked back at him before making my decision. I was getting the hell out of here now.

I bent backwards towards the street underneath me. Instead of free falling I put my hands behind me going into a backbend kickover grabbing onto the ledge.

Using my legs as a propeller I launched myself closer to the wall. I’d gotten lucky and the walls had protruding bricks that I could scale.

The man who I think was from SHIELD was hot on my tail. So I had to move fast. I scaled my way to the nearest balcony jumping into the pool in a leap of faith.

I’d made it in thankfully. Guess my story wasn’t over.

Then I had to run. I was running down the streets. Thankfully this was New York and no one would bat an eye at someone who was drenched head to toe running down the street. They’d just pass me off as another nut job and go about their day.

So much has happened I feel like this is an episode of shameless. You really were too busy to tune in last week you skank ass bitch? I almost died twice and I still managed to check in, whatever, just pay attention to the next clip.

“So that building exploded and that loud siren noise I think I told you about was going off in my ears and when I left the plane with Vulture and Spidey were fighting by a crashed plane and Vulture put too much power onto his wings and they were gonna blow up. And I got mad like fucking top of the anger iceberg mad. So when I was like on the verge of blacking out like fucking fire came out of my hands and disintegrated those wings. Like they turned to ash before my very eyes. Then I had a panic attack of course and that’s pretty much it,”

“Uh… I just called you here to tell you I found something about that SHIELD guy who came after but, I’m glad you’re okay,” Felicia told me.

“Sorry… I guess I got too excited,”

“What'd you find?” I moved over to her in her spinning chair.

“Look and see for yourself,” She moved out the way.

I sighed plopping down onto the small twin bed.

“I know what you’re doing,” I said, picking up a piece of popcorn.

“What are you talking about?” Carmen asked as if she was genuinely confused.

“You’re trying to trick me into eating and sleeping, which is totally not fair because if I want to wallow in self pity I should be able to,”

“I know what happens when it gets bad and I’m not letting you get there again,”

I sighed again. She is always claiming that she sees herself in me and she wants me to be the best version of myself.

She acts like since she’s one year older than me that she’s my mentor or something.

Plus she also thinks I have an undiagnosed and untreated bipolar disorder so who’s to say everything else she says isn’t a lie also.

We were watching a Wrinkle in Time and I knew I was going to cry when the girl’s dad came back. I always did and I didn’t want to cry today.

“Wanna go do something?”

“Sure... Where are we going?”

“Out,”

I tried on a lot of Carmens clothes and ended up wearing the most extravagant outfit I’d ever worn. I felt extremely giddy for no reason in particular. I was wearing a puffy skirt and corset. We were walking about the streets of Brooklyn with no clear destination in mind just talking.

“I just find it funny that all you have to do to be famous on Tiktok is be white and skinny like smoke a cigarette in a subway station or some shit,”

“Why don’t we get famous?”

“Now how would we get famous,” I poked.

“I’m offended that you don’t think we could,” She stopped on the side of the street.

“Gimme your phone,” She demanded in a kind way.

I plopped it into her palm.

I’d honestly forgotten where I was for a second because I’d zoned out yet again. She put the phone back in my hand and she had made a Tiktok account for the both of us.

She was only checking to see if I liked the account name because she took the phone right back afterwards.

I didn’t mind.

“I should get a tattoo right?” I asked, putting another one of the chamoy gummy worms in my mouth.

“How many do you have now?”

“I think like twelve?”

“And that’s not enough for you?”

“Noo! I like the ones I have. I just want a bigger one.”

“Then do it?”

We were actually in walking distance of a tattoo parlour I just didn’t trust them. Never cheat on your nail tech or hairstylist and it goes the same for tattoo artists.

Two subway rides later we were in Queens. I walked up to the front desk and was about to ask for my go to artist but she walked out the back room before I had the chance.

“Y/N, ‘s that you?” She asked.

“The one and only,” I twirled around in my dress.

“This dress is very different than your usual style but I can’t say I don’t love it,” She pulled at the fabric then glanced up her eyes, lighting up in recognition. She gasped “Is this Carmen?”

I nodded “My bad lemme introduce you to each other. Carmen this is Enchantress and you already know Carmen apparently,”

I’d played a Russian roulette sort of thing with my tattoo Pinterest board just clicking one with my eyes closed. Then there was the buzzing of the gun moving along my skin. Puncturing it in a way that felt extremely bittersweet.

I never understood people who said tattoos hurt. I could always barely feel them. They felt like a simple scrape over your skin. Also at this shop they still give you the wrapping for your tattoo but it’s filled with ink still so you can move it around in the bubble. I like messing with the ink sack. I think that’s why I come here so often.

I was admiring the tattoo on my lower abdomen in the mirror when I was startled.

“Wait!” Enchantress exclaimed, starling me “I just realized you got a piercing. Come here,” She beckoned.

She turned towards me

“It’s actually super straight, did you do this?”

I opened my mouth to respond when Carmen answered for me.

“No, some girl did it for her in her school bathroom,” I really gotta stop telling her everything. She’s always snitching on me.

“I want to be mad but I can’t because it actually looks super healthy,” She titled my chin up to get a better view “However if it gets infected I’m beating your ass,”

We exited the shop after I paid well, Carmen paid but I’ll pay her back. There was a pretty hefty discount too, because Enchantress loved me apparently, I loved her too. She’s an older sister figure like my role model. I mean she was when I was a few years younger. I think I’ve grown out of role models.

I felt a sharp uncomfortable sensation in my body which sort of felt like those anxiety brain zaps but located in my abdomen.

I looked behind me and there was something off about this man who was standing a few feet behind me. I accidently made eye contact with him and he bolted off.

Weird.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?”

“Huh,” I turned in Carmen’s directions “Sorry what'd you say?”

“I was saying that since you got a tattoo, I’m gonna cut and dye my hair,”

“Cool what color?”

“I don’t know yet let’s go just to CVS ‘nd decide there,”

I was sitting on the kitchen counter behind the chair Carmen was in as I applied the bleach to her hair singing along to the song playing.

Why is it so hard to accept the party is over?

You came with your new friend

And her mom jeans and her new Vans

I set the bowl of hair bleach onto the counter hopping down to get ready for my favorite part of the song.

And she's perfect and I hate it

I sang it loudly moving my hands around like I always do releasing my energy. It was almost like therapy. Who am I kidding SZA is therapy.

I used the bathroom and I couldn’t find soap. I looked under the cabinet and found the soap. I also found something else I wasn’t expecting to see. I brought it back into the kitchen with me.

“You have a hello kitty bong?”

She grabbed it from my hands examining it.

“Well actually I stole it from my sister,”

“No way, this is Dinah’s? Because she just got ten times cooler,”

“All I know was she got back in college, then she just stopped using it,”

I finished Carmen’s hair which for some reason she trusted me enough to cut curtain bangs for her honestly they didn’t look too bad. It was just very time consuming.

“Okay but are you sure, how’d you know he’s gay?” Harry questioned leaning back to look at the kid again.

“Just watch,” I raised my voice just enough for him to be able to hear me “Charlie!”

He turned around as if he were stunned that I was talking to him.

“Who me?” He asked.

“Yes you,”

“Oh,”

“So can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure I guess…”

“What’s your favorite Percy Jackson book?”

“The answer Lightning Thief is pretty basic but it’s my favorite or maybe the Titan’s Curse, I’m not sure,”

“Okay cool, thank you,” I turned back to face Harry “See,”

“That doesn’t prove anything but okay,”

“He knew more than one book in the Percy Jackson series that tells me all I need to know,”

“I know more than one Percy Jackson book,” He eyed me.

“Yeah and you’re gay,”

He just huffed. Got him there.

“He still wouldn’t fuck you though,” I sat tucked my legs underneath me.

“Whatever shouldn’t you be in your class? Which is it again?”

“Physics,”

“Oh…”

“Oh what? Don’t oh me,”

“You’re avoiding Peter,”

“I’m not avoiding Peter,” I totally was. Just Harry thinks I’m doing it because I like him. I didn’t tell him that but I might've let him believe it, because how do you even go about telling someone Hey I’m avoiding the person because fire came out of my body and they saw it. I’d sound insane.

As I was walking to the gym and by to, I mean away from, but that’s not the point, I could’ve sworn I saw the same man from Saturday in the window near the crowd of students.

Accompanied by the same gut feeling.

I pushed my way into the gym. To avoid him. I bumped into someone. Off instinct I got defensive but then I heard an

“Oh, sorry. Sorry!” Once they’d turned around I realized it had been Peter. Just my luck.

“You’re fine that was basically my fault anyway,”

I was going to just walk over to one of my friends but they weren’t here and Liz literally just left the school. So I had no escape.

Well there was one escape. There’s always a way out.

“Y/N!” The female gym coach called.

“Yes?” I rolled my eyes.

“Where are your gym clothes?”

“Probably in the locker room...”

“Why aren’t you wearing them?”

“I didn’t feel like it,”

“You need to change for your grade, participation is important,”

I picked up my backpack off the floor before pushing open the doors to the girls locker room. Instead of going towards my locker I headed straight for the metal doors leading into the hallway. I went to the space I always seemed to drift to when I had nowhere else to go.

The teachers bathroom.

I know that sounds weird but it’s the only one I can lock. I stole a key a while back when I went to get my phone back from one of the teachers.

I guess Carmen was a psychic or something because one of the videos she’d posted on our group account of us eating in the dresses, me getting that tattoo, and dying Carmen’s hair had blown up.

I did not see her take any of the clips but the proof was right in front of me.

The video had half a million views and I assumed that was because of all the comments helping pushing the algorithm.

Some of them were nice like

hey lol

you’re both gorgeous omg

That tattoo is cool af

I want to be you

I should pay you to do my hair lmao

I can't tell if i want to be you

The other half were like

No child should be getting a tattoo you look so young

That is the devils sign I’m praying for you.

Why please Go To God✝️✝️🙏🏻🙏🏻♥️

Im praying for you

At first I was confused as to why half of the comments were people praying. Then I realized it was because Carmen had on her pentagram necklace.

I’m definitely not complaining about the comments though because they got me that many views, likes, and follows, but the ignorance upsets me. A pentagram only represents Earth, Air, Water, and Fire it’s about balance.

I think it’s cool, kinda like the Avatar. It has nothing to do with Satan. I didn’t really want to think about Fire. I was still freaking out about Friday. It hadn’t happened again so maybe I dreamt it or something.

Somehow I spent the rest of gym and half of what should’ve been me heading to detention responding to every Christian’s comment with something dumb or witty.

I was walking towards the detention room and was startled by Peter. Again.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Um… this is gonna sound insane but,” he paused looking down fiddling with his hands.

My face twisted up in confusion as to why he still hadn’t spoken.

“Are you gonna to speak…”

“Oh. Oh!” He looked back up “Yeah you remember my internship right?”

“Yeah…” I guess he was going to act like I didn’t know about him being Spiderman again.

“So now Mr. Stark is interested in you and wants you to come with me upstate,”

“Why me?”

“I’m not sure, but if you’re coming someone is outside waiting for us,”

I’m sure this was just another attempt to lure me into some SHIELD mess. However Peter had no idea about Thorn or any of the other fucked up shit I’d done. So it would look suspicious if I didn’t go. Because what kid or any other person wouldn’t want to meet Tony Stark.

“Okay then, what are we waiting for?”

The ride there was completely silent. I spent the whole time texting Carmen as she complained about her boyfriend. I really hated him oh my God. Peter had gone into the building about 15 minutes ago.

“Okay, if he’s always getting on your nerves and trying to control you why are you still with him?” I asked in the snap meant for Carmen.

“You know why, I’m not going to say it because then you’d get mad at me,” She sent a video back.

“Thank you I do not want to hear about your boyfriends dick-,” I was interrupted by a knock on the window “Okay I can’t talk got to go,” I sent the video before sliding across the seat pushing the door open.

“What happened?” I asked as Peter sat back in the car.

“It was a test,” He said, providing no further elaboration.

The back window was rolled down and the guy who drove us here. Happy, I think. There is no way that was his real name. He stuck his face in the window.

“Hey, the boss wants to see you now,”

I turned back to Peter and whispered.

“The boss? Am I about to walk into some mafia meeting,”

He just laughed at that.

“We don’t have much time,” Happy urged.

As we began walking the halls of the giant building as I pocketed random trinkets that I could sell for a quick buck.

“So what’s your real name?” I asked Happy since this whole time he was leading me it was a silent ride.

He continued to ignore me.

So I asked again. I could tell from his body language that I was getting on his nerves.

I asked twice more and by the time the last sentence came out of my mouth we’d already reached our destination. He walked away not before mumbling a quick I hate kids.

“Y/N it’s nice to meet you,” Tony greeted as he reached out to shake my hand. I allowed it.

“You’re a lot shorter in person,” I pointed out after releasing his hand.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” He reached for a bowl putting something in his mouth. “Grape?” He offered.

“No thank you,” Not like they’d be poisoned or anything, no one had even gotten the chance to question me yet. Also there was the fact that he was eating them but this could be a Princess Bride situation. Not taking any chances.

“Okay,” He clapped, dusting his hands. “Let’s get to the point now,”

“So I’ve been informed that you had an instance with pyrokinesis,” He continued after I nodded. “I was hoping to research this to get to the bottom of this,”

“So you want to use me as a lab rat?”

“No of course not, the research would be used purely for your personal benefit,”

For my benefit my ass. They were going to turn me into a lab rat or a soldier.

“Okay I’ll think about it,” Thought about it. A hard hell no.

“If you do choose to do so since you are a minor I’ll need parental consent,”

“Of course,” I nodded.

There was a pamphlet that I wasn’t going to read. I wasn’t really going to ask for permission. Was I? If I wasn’t then why was I back at ”my” house.

I just missed my bed, it was messy but it was mine.

I started sobbing for no reason at all. Maybe it was the old sketchbooks on my bed, or my mom's broken jewelry box. It could’ve been the smell of incense that never left from the lack of ventilation. It was probably the pile of crystals on my dresser. Then again it could’ve been the nazar eye amulet from the broken bracelet on the ground or the hole in the wall where I used to keep my favorite knife. Maybe it was all of those things. Maybe it was so much more. Maybe it was something different entirely. Maybe it was the colors of the wind. Who knows.

My eyes stung as my eyeliner dripped down and into them. I blinked the tears away as I went through all my clothes and I mean ALL my clothes.

I found another bodycon dress. I slipped it on after stuffing a few other articles in my bag. I continued searching to the very back of my closet and I found an old purse. There were at least $50 in the back pocket and in the front pocket there were- Oh.

There was a small plastic bag with at least 500gs of Xanax. I must’ve left them there after Washington.

I wasn’t going to take them. I really wasn't; I just put them in the bra. You know for safe keeping. I heard the front door open and made a break for the balcony.

Although I’d regularly seen my sisters. I still hadn’t seen my dad since I’d left. They’d seen him a couple times though he was fine with the idea of them staying at our grandma’s for who knows how long. He doesn’t care as long as he’s still got that girlfriend of his. I can only imagine what he told her about us not staying with him.

I jumped down the stairs of the fire escape and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. As something hit my calf.

I looked down to see it was just Salem climbing up my leg. I lifted her up to my chest nuzzling the top of her head.

“Hiii baby!” I cooed in a baby voice.

I now more carefully made my way down the steps so as to not disrupt her. Now I was going to go straight to my grandma’s house to drop off the clothes, but I wanted to go shopping before it got too late.

I already had no money so I have no idea why I thought it was a good idea but there I was with a $300 charge on my credit card.

I probably looked insane walking around the mall with a cat in my backpack and black streaks underneath my eyes.

If you’ve never done this I highly recommend it. Every subway train comes with carts and the last cart is a door with railing and no other restrictions. You can just sneak into the very back.

The wind hitting your face is the most freeing thing in the world and you can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear you. That fact can be unsettling to some but to me it’s beautiful.

Releasing your true emotions to no one but you and yourself. I closed my eyes holding onto the railing with one hand and Salem in the other. I put her back into my backpack before sitting down.

Since the app is addicting, and you can’t tell me it’s not, I opened Tiktok and the first thing I saw is a guy pouring what I hoped wasn’t I thought it was into a bowl.

So naturally my first reaction was to make a video about it because who doesn’t overshare on the internet.

“Tell me why,” The track rumbled underneath me, making Salem whine, I picked her up letting her cuddle into my chest.

“Okay, I have a cat now but-” The track rumbled again “It’s so fucking loud but tell me why I opened this hellfire app and see some dude pouring cum into a bowl, I hate everyone,”

Within like six minutes of me posting it I had multiple likes and comments.

The only reason being is that Harry dueted.

I gotta say being the kid of a mayor and a multimillionaire gives you some form of clout. So he had a pretty heft following.

Harry’s similar to me in the way that we’re mean to our friends. So naturally we’re ”mean” to each other.

“You look stupid,” Harry claimed in his video “Also who’s fucking cat did you steal put it back and get in the trains properly and go wash your face,”

I hadn’t even realized I was on my new account at first.

Of course I made a response video.

“First of all this is my cat, her name is Salem and she’s adorable” I mean not really but she belongs to no one else, and I feed her. “Second, ignore my eyeliner. I actually think it looks kinda cute,” Lie, It just made me look crazy. “Also how'd you even find this account so fast? Stalker. I’d advise you shut up before I post your phone number then you’d have to ward off groupies. I’m sure you’d like that though.”

I’m pretty sure the majority of the people in our comments thought we were being serious. So in turn they commented things like I have no idea who you are but I’m on your side, is this gonna be another scandal, or here before the news is talking about it.

I’m not complaining. His history of scandals got me to 5k followers for the pure assumption that I was involved in some other secret.

My mind was moving at 100 miles per hour. It felt like I was on a whole bottle of adderall. I was going somewhere. At least I remember I was supposed to be somewhere. I’m pretty sure my grandma’s house was where I was going. Right?

“No weapon against you shall prosper mija,” My grandma squeezed my hand “You are stronger than you know,”

“I know. Thank you,”

I’d got here and we had a 30 minute conversation about my mental health without outright saying anything about mental health. It was just mostly her taking shots at my dad. With the exception of her telling me I was dressed like una furcia.

“Okay well,” I pushed up off the couch “I just came to bring some clothes and I need to get back anyway,”

“Get back to where, where are staying?” She asked.

“Oh you remember MJ right?” I lied.

“Oh yes, I like that lil’ girl,”

I went into the guest room to where my sisters were staying. I could hear rustling as I got closer to the room. I flicked on the lights. To see both of my sisters asleep. It was only 10:30 so that was highly unlikely.

“I know you’re not sleep it’s just me,”

They peeled open their eyes, sitting up.

“I come bearing gifts,” I announced kneeling down next to the bag.

I placed the bag on the floor carefully so I wouldn’t hurt Salem.

Sapphire squealed when she saw her.

“You got Salem? I missed her!”

“Well actually, I just brought clothes,” I dumped them on the bed “Aaliyah come here?” I asked.

She hopped down from the bed.

“All of Sapphire’s clothes are over there but I know we’re like the same size so pick what you want,” I told her.

She took at least half of what I had but I wasn’t complaining because at least she wasn’t going behind my back and taking them.

“Okay but like am I really allowed to hate my father like cause,” I tried to move only to immediately lose balance “Shit- but like can I even hate my dad if I do the same shit he does, like maybe, maybe it’s like some contractual blood magic shit and I’m just destined to be a shitty person,” I was sending videos to some group chat I didn’t know who was in it because I couldn’t really read the name I just know Harry was the only one responding.

“I get it being like your parents is scary but you’re not and I won’t let you be like that, now get some sleep please,” Harry reassured.

“NO! It’s like,” I struggled to get the sentence out “It’s like crazy because before I existed it like someone fucking planted this, like it- it’s a-,” I hit my forehead on each word as if I could physically knock them out. “It’s a seed in my brain and it’s only going to grow as I get older and I’m just gonna be an asshole, it’s fucking happening already and I-“ Carmen came into the living room I flipped the camera onto her “Say hi!” I slurred.

“Y/N you okay?” She said making her way over to me. I stopped the video and sent it.

“I’m fine how are you?”

“I thought you went to bed,” she ignored my question.

“I did. Then I couldn’t sleep,” I leaned back onto the couch. She crouched down next to me feeling my forehead.

“You have a fever,” She claimed.

“No I don’t! Why does everyone keep saying that?” I whined.

“Are you high?” She moved closer to my face.

“No I’m not fucking high,”

“You’re slurring your words,” She pointed out moving into the kitchen “What’d you take?”

“What?”

“I said what’d you take,” She going into one of the cabinets “I know you’re not drunk because you don’t smell like alcohol and you don't smell like weed, so I’ll ask you again,”

“I didn’t take anything, I'm not high!” I explained.

“It was Benadryl wasn’t it?” She came back into the living room and handed me a glass of water. “You know that stuff kills people,”

“Yeah I think I of all people would know that,” Truth is I wasn’t lying. I didn’t take anything. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, maybe sleep deprivation.

“True,” She sat down on the floor next to me “You know how I said I can tell when it’s getting bad,” I nodded. “Well like I was saying before it’s getting bad for you-”

“No it’s not,” I interrupted “I’m literally the happiest I’ve ever been today,”

“I was getting there,” She held her hands up in an attempt to placate me “That’s just the calm before the storm it’s mania,”

“I’m not manic! Stop trying to psychoanalyze me I’m perfectly fine,”

I must've woken Salem up because I could hear her footsteps as she paddled over to me and sat in my lap. It’s like she knew when I was getting angry.

“That’s the thing you’re not fine, just let me know when you’re ready to admit that,” She pushed off the ground using her hands “Try to get some sleep please and thank you,”

I think it was the weight and warmth of Salem on my chest that finally lulled me to sleep like a weighted blanket.

“Sapphire!” I yelled to catch her attention “Stop running you’re gonna hurt yourself,”

She slowed down before making her way back to Aaliyah and the other kids at this birthday party.

I sat back down on the table’s bench before getting back on my phone. I saw this post one time about how people use technology to distract themselves so they can't have the chance to have a depressive thought. Then I decided to prove that theory wrong so I put my phone up and I thought.

And boy did I have a lot to think about. The biggest thing on my mind was why. Why did Tony Stark come after me? Why did the guy with the gun come after me? Why did my mom feel the need to make an “Incase I die” video? Why did she have connections to people like Kingpin? Why did she even know Wade? Wasn’t he some science experiment gone wrong?

Then that got me thinking what if I was a science experiment gone. What if that’s why Tony Stark wanted to experiment on me. What if that was under the orders of someone from SHIELD, because how would he have known about me otherwise.

Welp, there was only one way to find out.

“Okay I’m in,” I settled. “What do I have to do?”

“Uh are you sure?” Tony asked.

“Positive,” I affirmed.

“Well first we would probably do some blood tests and an MRI. Then see where that takes us.” He looked back over at me “Can you do this tomorrow?”

“Yeah tomorrow works for me,”

“Great,” He clapped his hands together “I’ll send Happy to pick you up from school,”

“No it’s fine I can get here myself.”

“It’s a different location,” He revealed.

“Okay tell me where it is and I’ll make it there myself,”

“I can’t not even I know where it is,”

“Fine, I’ll do this, but only if I can bring a friend,” I requested “You know for safety reasons?”

“Safety reasons? Do you not trust me?”

“Not really…”

“Wow okay, you can bring this friend,”

“Who doesn’t trust Iron man?'' I heard him mutter to himself as I made my way out of the building.

I always thought the apocalypse would come in colors. The sky flashing from red to pink to purple to orange. Then there would be a loud sound almost like the Big Bang. Then nothing. I had a vivid imagination when I was younger.

I guess I was wrong though because it was already here and the sky was as blue as ever. And the air was as humid as ever in this crusty ass building.

“I told you already I’m not a soldier you’re gonna have to pay me for this,” I spoke into the comms.

“Shh,” Tony hushed “Just wait for your target.”

Life hadn’t been all that bad. Just for the past two weeks I’d been training with Peter since at the end of the week that I agreed to testing, Spiderman joined in the Avengers officially. Which, good for him I guess.

Trying to get my brain back on track now. I’d been training with Peter and now we’re going on our first mission. I was not loyal to Tony at all. Nor would I ever be. I’m not calling him Mr. Stark like Peter does either, he doesn’t deserve it. I was trying to look up my mom with the information Felicia gave me and I saw she was listed as level orange in a shield file. Whatever that means.

One thing it meant was I couldn’t back out just yet now.

This would be one deep inside job.

“Peter?” I whispered into the comms

“Hello?” He asked.

“Where are you?”

“I’m guarding the entrance like I was told too?” He asked more than stated.

“Well, come here,”

“But Mr. Stark said-“

“I don’t care what Mr. Stark said come here,” I interjected without even thinking about the fact he could’ve been listening in somehow.

“Yes?” He questioned once he was standing in front of me.

“Take my role for a second,” I pulled my gun out the holster “You know how to use a gun right?”

I thought back to the last time we’d actually fought as our alter egos. Except then he didn’t know it was me and he still doesn’t. He definitely didn’t know how to use a gun then let’s just hope he did now.

“You know what, I don’t have time just take it,” I placed the gun in his palm before speeding off.

“Wait!” He called out “Aren’t you defenseless now?”

“I’ll be fine baby boy,” I called back.

I made my way into the farthest depths of the warehouse. I’d been here once before. That was before I knew Felicia and we’d gotten into a scuffle about a diamond. Let’s just say I was young and I went home bruised that day.

Apparently I was under the impression she had it and she was under the impression I had it this whole time. So maybe. Just maybe it was still there. It was somewhere in the back last time I checked.

There it was. I grabbed it and recoiled when I heard a voice accompanied by the sharp zap in my body.

“Looking for something?” They asked. I turned around only to be faced with a large burly almost Frankenstein looking man.

“Oh yeah I was looking for you actually, you just made my job a lot easier,”

As if my words were a signal for him. They probably were. He lunged forward towards me with his left side fully open. I evaded and left a sharp kick to his side.

He wailed out in pain before slinging me backward as I tried to reach for the diamond off the floor.

I skidded across the floor before hopping back to my feet.

“I found the guy,” I spoke into the comms.

“Who are you talking to?” The target teased.

“Your mom,” I taunted.

“Hey!” He cried.

“Where are you?” I heard Peter ask I didn’t get a chance to answer because the man swung at me again.

That hit made contact with my shoulder. He continued to swing and I continued to walk backwards. I realized almost too late that I was backing myself into a corner.

I’m not sure where or who I heard this from maybe Wade but sometimes the only point your opponent has his guard down is mid punch.

I scrambled for my knife, fingers dancing around the holster on my waist as my feet continued to slide along the pavement underneath me. Just as the man swung at me again I sent my knife towards his torso. Except it didn’t make contact. And I had never missed before, especially not from this close.

I was confused until I realized it was because I heard that all familiar wet sticky sound of Spider-Man’s web shooters except this time I was glad to hear it.

Peter webbed the man's arms and mouth all while my fingers went lax in shock for only a moment but one moment too long.

The knife clattered to the ground making a noise that drew Peter’s attention. I tried to swipe it away with my foot but Peter had already grabbed it.

“This is Thorns knife,” He spoke calmly and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or if it was for himself.

“And how would you have Thorns knife unless you were,” I saw his eyes light up as he made the connection. “Wait, you’re Thorn, holy shit, I’m so stupid how’d I not notice before,”

“Peter seriously you can’t tell anyone,”

He looked up as if he were just noticing I was still there.

“Don’t worry I won’t be saying anything at all,”

Yeah, this was definitely the apocalypse because I don’t know if it was just me but life was ending.

Another silent ride and I realized exactly what he’d meant when he said he wouldn’t say anything. He was giving me the silent treatment.

Which was odd because usually he talks the most on these rides. After we got over the initial awkwardness of the whole fire and Vulture thing we fell back into the way of things. Well if he was going to play this game I would too because what’s that saying? It takes two to tango.

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gothfoxx · 5 years ago

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It’s 3 am time for ideas 💡

A real f-u to Alya would be giving Nora a miraculous (I see her as a bee or turtle but for extra salt she could be the fox)

More quirkless izuku fics should have him and Hitoshi’s friendship be based on toshi hearing someone dis on ‘Deku’ and punching that someone (even if he doesn’t know izuku yet) cause come on this kid is probably one of like few people (including Shiggy) that get it

More ml salt where Mari takes the low road but with a twist! She makes her own blog (anonymously) and does that thing where people can submit rumors and gossip about people at school also anonymously. But like that one post it’s not really anonly and after a week of everyone getting shat on (There’s a lot of Mari hate) she reveals who was submitting everything! Lila sent a lot and everyone has to see her true colors but also their own, no one ever finds out Marinette made the blog

Mari starts giving trusted adults(the firefighters, some kind people in her day to day life) miraculi and not only do they do a better job and don’t have time limits BUT they also see firsthand how Chat crosses the line into harassment with LB. They step in and more of the public sees that LadyNoir is not some “lol cute” ship but real people who can choose for themselves, lb chooses no!

Chloé redemption where she falls into Bunnx’s burrow (right after she loses the bee comb) and sees herself siding with Hawkmoth. She’s so disappointed and disgusted that she decides (lol so many big d words) and changes her ways. Since Lila comes back like right after(? I think) and Mari loses faith in her friends Chloé steps up and now there is a new Fox. Time changes but Bunnx sees it’s a better version so she leaves it be.

BNHA au where OFA is actually a thing like a miraculous but it’s still like itself where it changes for each holder. Basically the first holder/AFO’s brother has the pass-down quirk but instead of stalkpile being the added one it’s a quirk that makes inner strength become a physical thing. As it’s passed on it becomes stronger and because dna it has a bit of left over powers from each holder. When Izuku gets it from All Might (it’s a belt for AM) it becomes a pen. At first he’s like “huh?” but then he accidentally uses it for notes and suddenly Izuku can copy the power he was writing about! He doesn’t blow off his limbs but he did still gain muscle from the hell training, so now he can access any quirk he writes about AND he can just punch somebody’s lights out. (Instead of the past users talking in dreams or trancelike states they ghost write to Izuku in his journal but only he can see it! (Oop that got long)

One day Gorilla/Simon stumbles onto Gabriel and Natalie talking villain talk and uses his ex-spy skills to take the miraculous from them. He makes a champion to talk to LB. LB is like ⊙︿⊙ but takes the chance and follows the champion to where Simon hid the peacock. He has mad respect for hero’s and is happy to help them but Simon also heard that this was all because Emilie so he makes another champion to heal her and all people who might have been hurt by corrupt miraculi before he gives back the butterfly along with evidence of who HM was. The name Phalène/Atlas Moth is celebrated for his saving of Paris even if he was never seen, Emilie and Simon marry after she fully recovers from learning what her husband did.

The three trouble makers of Camp Camp are attacked by a mutant/nercromanced bear but then a different monster saves them and eats the bear. They get found by David who when told about the creature thinks it’s the deadly Algonquian cannibal spirit. He proceeds to research and take precautions to protect the campers. No one sees the thing for weeks so David thinks it worked until Max falls off a short cliff and into deep water. Suddenly the thing leaps to save the drowning kid, it doesn’t sizzle in the sun or try to eat the camper who is dangling by his hood from its jaw. Turns out it’s not the cannibal spirit but a creature that feeds off dark magic that mimics the Algonquian spirit like a king snake does a coral snake. Does it stay does it go? Heck if I know but the real question is where did the necro-bear come from?

More Camp Camp! David bumps his head and loses his memory so he relies on Gwen and the kids to help him figure out who he is. We get to see how each person see David, styles are even different because everyone perceives reality differently! David gets his memory back just as the last kid/Max is going to take his turn. Max is outwardly miffed about not being able to “convince David to be cooler” but we ‘shift’ to his view and it’s startlingly almost like the show’s version but David has a soft glow and he has a name tag that we can’t make out until just before credits. It says Dad.

#ml salt #ml sugar #ml au #bnha au #cc au #wendigos are not myth or stories please dont tag as such #they are part of a religous culture and are real #dont test me on that #Nora cesaire sugar #ml chloe sugar #foxx writes #its on 4 ive been writing for a hour!#3 am rambles

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akimmito · 4 years ago

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Heroes are made by the path they choose

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Chapter 7

Marinette returns to battle having merged Longg and Plagg. She confronts the Akuma, whose name is unknown, and invokes the power of the Lightning Dragon, the AT field is activated again, but manages to crack enough so that she, using the sword, pierces the shield (perhaps she used a bit magic to enhance the impact force). Chloe jumps behind her and the two fall on the Akuma, just then the chirp sounds again and more mist appears, this time surrounding them all.

They hear voices, they can't see anything and, although for some it's almost heartbreaking to hear, they can't be distracted. Paris depends on them, they may not all be useful at the time, but they never know what could happen.

"Cataclysm!"Marinette wastes no time and, accustomed to Talia's voice, does not stop from her main mission.

Soon, the bark cracks and begins to light up as it seems to expand... there is no butterfly anywhere.

By the time he realizes it, the crust has exploded, staining everything twenty kilometers away from a liquid that looks like blood.

And where the golden diamond was, now there is a kind of worm floating above the Luxembourg Palace.

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Just Robert @PoorButterflies

What the fuck?

#WTFParis

Ladybug come back @ LadybugHero_89

PEOPLE! THE ANGEL EXPLODED! It was quite a scene from NGE, will the heroes be okay?

Little Little Sun @ ErasmusLS_564

My sister sent me a video of the exact moment the Akuma exploded, how shocking.

[Attached Video]

#AngelInParis #WTFParis

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Felix feels numb, the scarlet liquid completely covering them. The big problem is that due to the strong smell of metal, he knows it's blood, but that is only part of the matter, what makes him annoying is that it was hot and it's making him sick, not in the sense of feeling disgusted, it's as if the blood was poisonous.

"Guys?"He barely recognizes Luka's voice before falling to his knee as he tries to make his limbs listen to him.

It's a moment of stupor, but the next thing he registers is that a whiplash sends him and Red Fox flying from the building where he was (destroying the construction on the way). It crashes into one of the statues at the University of Paris, La Sorbonne, and then falls to the ground. Nathaniel suffers the same fate, but ends up knocking down the spire of the dome and falling to the other end, within the grounds of the university.

He feels stupid, if he had anticipated it, he could have put the shell on at least the two of them and not seem like a pathetic hero attempt. It feels like an amateur, it's a shame. How could anyone think it would explode?

"If it wasn't so terrible, I'd be excited to fight an angel. Luka, the second chance. "

Return.

Felix watches Marinette and Chloe jump over the Akuma when the AT field falls. At those times, communications sound.

"Kagami, go to Felix's side, now. Felix, put on a shell! The Akuma is going to explode. "Kagami obeys immediately trusting Luka's words, he must have used the second chance. As soon as the girl is by her side, he activate the shell, just in time.

"Cataclysm!"

And the Akuma, in effect, explodes bathing everything in a blood red liquid, inside the shell it's seen how it seems to boil and evaporate, but Felix notes that it considerably weakened the protection of his shield. If they had been hit directly by the liquid, it would have caused a lot of damage.

He look in the direction of the Akuma, there is no longer the rhombus, there are no signs of Chloe or Marinette either, but he doubts that they have exploded, perhaps they were only thrown away. Take note of the Akuma's new look and the interesting metal plate on what he imagines is the head. Not that he finds much shape in what looks like a giant silver-colored noodle, although he understands that it may be a worm.

"He will attack in your direction, separate."

Felix deactivates the shield and the three jump in different directions, just in time to avoid a whiplash from the Akuma's tail.

"Rakkīgāru, we will cover you. "Nathaniel speaks the moment he activates his power. "Mirage. "

Kagami pulls away a little, allowing the two boys to fight. Between the three of them they should be able to take down Akuma, correct?

"Lucky Charm!" When activating her power, a tight suit with a very curious design falls into her hands, she has no idea how a suit would help them defeat the Akuma. What would Marinette do? She turns to battle, ready to cope. They must reach the alleged akumatized object.

"A suit? "Felix questions, looking at him curiously. Is it really a suit will give them victory?"

"It's a Plug suit... what? I didn't watch the series, but I do know about the suits because I wore them for inspiration. "Red Fox jumps as the illusion fades and the Akuma's tail slams in his direction. "Well, the illusions don't seem to work much. "

"Anything to mention about the suit?" Felix leaps at the worm and hurls the shield directly at the metal plate, only to find another AT field. "Really? "He growls annoyed when he sees his shield bounce off and it's lost in the sea of fog.

"Those suits have instruments for monitoring the health condition, and it also allows for increased synchronization with the Eva... which we don't have. "

"Well, let's be creative."What else can that suit do?"

"I think it can inflate, I saw that it looked round in an image of a red-haired girl."

Felix only listens to them without really understanding. The whole situation is simply disastrous.

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Héctor de Troya @EpicAdveturerHector

Hello? Can someone explain what is happening at the Luxembourg Palace? There is a giant worm!

Adrien A. @AdrienAgreste

We were arriving home from the airport when the police owed us to an Akuma shelter just as it explodes. Since when is the butterfly active?

Shinji @AllOrNothing_

@AdrienAgreste The new Hawkmoth seems to hate fashion, he almost didn't send his first Akuma at the opening of fashion week.

Just me @LonelyA_loveless

Apocalyptic scene, blood littered the entrance to the Akuma refuge in Saint-Sulpice. Let's hope the heroes finish quickly.

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Miraculously, as they talk about the properties of the suit while avoiding attacks and watch the Akuma destroy the Luxembourg Garden, they come up with a plan to traverse the new AT field. That includes distracting him with the blissful ball-shaped suit (they figured out how to turn it into that) while Ateliade uses her powers to drive the Akuma's powers insane, hopefully, being something so harmless, he doesn't consider it a threat, especially since monkey powers are not such a common knowledge.

Ateliade falls onto one of the shattered ceilings with her already summoned power, her evil smile only telling her that she's excited to join saving all of their butts. Normally the strategies are made by Marinette, but the Akuma had very specific abilities from a very specific program that only Pegase had seen.

However, this has given them a much clearer idea that this new butterfly user is much more committed to destroying them. In addition to their victims not shouting that they want the prodigies, they seem willing to tear them apart and then take the jewelry. If Felix is honest with himself, he only talks a lot about how his uncle like villain was so nefarious

If this works out, Felix will pay everyone's drinks and give Damian a Great Dane, all because he has no faith in the blissful plan, but it's the only thing they could think of where they could wear the suit.

Five minutes later, the suit by itself would have been a fiasco, but Nathaniel decides to use his power again (thus activating the timer) to simulate that the suit was one of them, that generated the perfect distraction for Ateliade to launch what it seems a plush bunny that, without being a real surprise, collides with the AT field, but, by the nature of the monkey's powers, it makes the shield go crazy.

Now, they have to really figure out how to get through that without being cut in half by the crazy AT field.

Atelaide is crazy enough to do it, using her stick to propel herself using the craziness of the shield. She manages to fall on the worm's head and, while he twists to get rid of she, she summons her power again (the previous one fell into the mist), this time it looks like a plush ball and only drops it.

This time the Akuma writhes, the butterfly mask appears as the worm crashes into the Luxembourg Palace. After several more movements and leaving the building reduced to heaps of rubble, a purple butterfly flutters out.

Felix takes that as a sign that as soon as everything is fixed he will order the best liqueurs and distribute them to everyone on the team. Now where can he get a Great Dane?

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Shinji @AllOrNothing_

He threw a stuffed animal at him and the AT field went crazy! What the hell with her powers? It's great!

#EpicVictory

Rayn @TheGreatestWorld

Oh lord, bless the Lord. The cure was launched.

Ladybug come back @ LadybugHero_89

Everything is fine, the heroes are leaving. I don't blame them, they managed to defeat the Akuma who was a fucking Angel from Evangelion. Have you seen the series? Not? Whatever, fucking Akuma.

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Luka is not feeling well, not until Marinette is on the MT and the first thing he does is hug her. He also hugs Chloe, although the blonde is more reluctant to accept the show of affection. Knowing they were left in the bloody blast twice, leaves him messed up.

"We are fine, thanks to you." Marinette smiles at her best friend, Luka became her support and, when she decided to form the MT, she already knew that she wanted him back in the team with Kagami. They were the first ones he sought out and began to explain the plan.

"Mother." Damian approaches her, is not wearing the mask and has removed his gloves. He's confused, he woke up a few moments ago, but until he heard voices he didn't move.

"Damian!" He's not prepared for the strong hug in which his mother catches him, but he accepts it stunned. All the others leave the room immediately, especially when they see that the child seems about to break.

Damian leans against her after overcoming his initial surprise, letting her hug him as much as she wants. He closes his eyes and just lets himself feel strange when he perceives his face getting wet. She releases him, but keeps him by the shoulders; she also sheds a few tears.

Marinette was aware that the cure would heal him, but seeing him barely alive was shocking, worse still when she heard Talia's voice again.

"I'm happy that you're fine." She smiles and wipes the tears that are running down her son's cheeks. This time, he embraces her again and leans against her to take him in her arms, h'es no longer of age, but he doesn't want to get away to her.

"Let's go home, mother."

"We will, I just have to talk to Felix." She adjusts him in her arms, adjusting him to look for Felix.

She doesn't have to walk much, Félix is returning to the room. They both had the same idea, he smirks.

"It seems that we resume activities tomorrow, may I suggest you take one of the computers of here? That way you don't have to come every day, you can focus on your work. "

"Marc to stay in charge of communications while the others divide the work. I trust you… And thank you, Felix. ”She places a hand on his shoulder and then goes looking for Max to return them home.

Felix only sees her disappear down the hall making a little eye contact with the boy, noting the disturbance in his eyes.

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Chloe B. @BourgeoisQueen

Two Akuma in one week, do you want a medal, butterfly gross?

Marc @MarcAC_twt

Can Hideaki Anno please sue our villain?

Alix @TheLostHeroBunnix

@MarcAC_twt He must take responsibility for art theft!

Marie @MarieLenoir

I hope everyone caught up in the fog will be encouraged to receive mental health care, anyone who comes to @AgapeClinicParis will have a free consultation and if you decide to follow regular sessions I will pay for the first three months.

Polaris Vermilion @Elgato_Solaris

Did you see Paris will soon be @MarieLenoir. Trembles @BruceWayneOfficial, you have competition!

Dick Grayson @TheFlyingGrayson

Who is @MarieLenoir and why is she mentioned so much with B?

Tim Drake @TimDrakeW_

@TheFlyingGrayson You damn heathen, how can you not know when I mention she three times a day?

Dick Grayson @TheFlyingGrayson

@TimDrakeW_ Isn't what you mention Lady Black?

Roy @RoyHarperQ

@TheFlyingGrayson @TimDrakeW_ She's the owner. Marie Lenoir, Oliver has two of his exclusive outfits. He says they mention them a lot together because last year she adopted a nine-year-old boy and racks up philanthropic projects at the same rate as Bruce.

Tim Drake @TimDrakeW_

@TheFlyingGrayson @RoyHarperQ And she has black hair and blue eyes, I wouldn't be surprised if the kid had any of those characteristics.

Roy @RoyHarperQ

@TheFlyingGrayson @TimDrakeW_ Rumors say that his eyes are green.

Jason @IAmYisus_XD

@TheFlyingGrayson @TimDrakeW_ @RoyHarperQ Gossipers.

#maribat #ml x dc #dickinette #dick x marinette #mominette

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monochromemedic · 4 years ago

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“Get the hell away from me you freak-” the man’s exclamation was cut short as a wet force shot into his legs, his body slamming against the pavement with a loud thud. A direct slime bullet shot, and the last of the gang was contained within their gooey prisons. I sighed in relief, lowering my arm. ‘I should quip, that’s what all the good heroes do right?’ “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” I said softly before realizing that no one, not even the gathering crowd could hear that. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?!” I repeated before realizing how weak that was. Baby steps... just needed to not show my face around here for a week so they’d all forget how much I fucked up. I rubbed my neck, fingers gliding along the cryo collar as it released a blast of cold air, waves of relief flooding my body. The crowd erupted in clapping, something that startled me back to the situation at hand. A small rising gang had been causing havoc over the city, something larger heroes would only keep their eyes on before attempting to resolve. They were there to help with big tasks, real villains or aliens, something that would cause real devastation. It made sense but that didn’t mean that some real low lives could sneak under the radar and cause some damage as long as they spaced what they were doing enough or kept it the damage to a minimum. The Graveyard Gang was playing with that line and it was obvious that if it wasn’t stopped some hero would have to come down and take them out themselves. If not for me. I raised a hand sheepishly, waddling to the side of the street to meet the crowd that formed around me. “Hey... hello. Did someone call the police already? Is everyone ok?” My words were met by the sound of sirens drawing near, a large news van trailing not too far behind. A frantic woman nearly rolled out of the van, mic at the ready as she bolted through the crowd, ushering a small man lugging a camera to follow her. “Hi, hello, out of the way, Channel 9 news. Hi, I’m Sandra Stevens of Channel 9 news would you mind giving an interview about the heroic deed you just committed?” Her words were fast and rehearsed, like she had either done this a million times or dreamt about doing it so much, the words burned into her brain. Her mic was pushed into my face, knocking against my chin and drawing a thin strand of goo onto the mic. The woman didn’t seem to notice however, her eyes laser focused on me. “I... I su-sure. I’m just not very good on camera-” “Don’t worry honey, editors make everyone look good. Cameron! Start rolling, everyone please clear the place we need a nice shot of...what do you call yourself, Miss?” “G...Grey Matter.” “Grey.” she repeated, a eyebrow raised in silent judgement. “Well Grey Matter, hope you’re ready for your 5 minutes of fame because we’re rolling.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My fingers ran across the laptop keys, restarting the video again for the 11th time in a row. I couldn’t stop, my first interview, my first well known appearance as a hero. And the interview was... terrible. The comments didn’t say that but I couldn’t help but notice how nervous I looked, how much I stared into the camera at times, the way I showed my powers and how one guy said it was like a bad hentai. I knew that but god when others said that made everything feel ten times worse. However other commenters were nice, saying how cool I looked, how good it was to see another hero on the streets, taking care of baddies that the others didn’t get. I felt like my ego was a metronome switching from feeling like a god to feeling like a dumbass. I readied my finger to press the replay button as the video neared the end when a knock came to my door. Strange, I didn’t expect anyone, and not many people knew where I lived. Maybe it was a neighbor coming to congratulate me? Not like I could easily disguise myself and not many other people had the consistency of tar. I slid my pants on and walked to the door, opening it to a face almost 3 inches away from mine. “Hello-” I jumped back, arms raising and balling like huge slings, ready to attack only for them to deflate and fall to my waist as I realized who it was. “You really do stretch! It’s like you’re one big sticky hand toy. Neat, Neat...” Plastic Man commented, his neck extended to look at me further. “Mind if I come in? I’d like to talk.” “I... Y-yes of course Mr... Mr. Plastic Man I... Um.” I could feel myself beginning to melt as I went to close the door behind him, gesturing to my messy house before him. He towered over everything easily, walking past my fridge and ducking to get into my living room to observe more of the house, making eye contact with the laptop. He smiled widely to himself before shifting his eyes back at me. “Please, Mr. Plastic Man was my father, just call me Plas. And I assume you know about me from the way your fangirling?” “I... yes of course you’re an inspiration to me ever since I became like this. The way you quickly maneuver and creatively problem solve with an air of ease is inspiring. Not to mention the way your so cheerful with the public, it puts alot of people at ease, I...starting researching you because we have such similar powers.. not in a weird way just, how you do things.” I rambled trying to literally hold myself together as I felt my body begin to dribble to the floor. “I’m sorry can you excuse me-” “Go ahead, you need... help there?” He asked as I sped past him to my room, grabbing the collar and placing it around my neck. In an instant it came to life, a release of cold air wafting over my body. I returned to the living room, head craning to look at the tall hero. “No thank you, I’m alright. Sometimes when I get nervous or overheated I start to lose my form. The cold from the collar helps me keep me together.” He lowered his head, neck stretching once again to look closer at the device. “I get that, hell sometimes on summer days I gotta put myself in a freezer and become a Plas Pop or else I nearly melt down the storm drain. That’s just another thing we have in common I guess. And that’s what I came here to talk to you about.” I swallowed hard, his hand gesturing to the opened interview on the laptop. “Everyone’s been talking about the girl who took down the Graveyard Gang and word gets around fast. So fast that even I got word of it almost as soon as it aired. Boy was I surprised when I saw you on camera, showing of a little of what you could do. Another stretcher like me! And one who’s new to the game, a fresh face. It got me thinking.” He paused, crossing his arms as he glanced towards the ground. “Things have been quite in the League, least for ol’ Plas. Much as I love my job and helping the universe, seems like I’m always backup number 54 on the list of who to call when the world’s gonna end. Which isn’t bad but it leaves a guy with alot of time on his rubber hands. So I was thinking maybe I should give the whole mentor thing a shot, take someone under my wing. Just haven’t got the chance to meet someone I could actually teach anything to, till I saw your little stunt. So what do you say? Willing to make what the Batman described as ‘A horrible decision that no one would agree to’?” This was crazy. A proposal like this? And so soon? Learning under one of the League, one of the bests? “Yes, I’d be honored to be mentored by you Plastic Man- er... P-plas. I hope I don’t disappoint you, um... you know I can’t shapeshift like you right. I can’t turn into lions or trucks... I... I can’t do alot of those things actually, just basic stretching and modifications.” “Hm? Oh well that’s ok, besides I didn’t expect you to be exactly like me, that’d just be crazy thoughts. Also that’d make you my son, and that’s just weird. You got something else that I don’t have, you got that goo shot. I can’t shoot bullets of myself at people and you said you can set up traps and knock people out in a hail of slime. That’s kick ass, we just gotta embrace that side of you and you’ll be up there with Superman at the table, talking about what multiverse crisis was your favorite.” He grinned, lowering himself to my level and wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close against his body. I felt my face grow warm as I looked away from him, my chest pounding despite the lack of heart in my breast. Now he was touching me? Telling me how cool I was? I felt myself begin to drip again, knees beginning to buckle. “Y-you really think so?” “I know so. You got spunk kid, we just gotta polish you up and you’ll be golden, Pony Boy.” The force of his palm hitting my back sent me jolting forward, his shadow looming over me. “How about you meet me outside of your place, tomorrow. 1pm. We’ll assess your abilities and work from there. Sound good? Too bad, crime never waits. I’ll see you there.” And with surprising grace he dipped out of my apartment, leaving me like it was just a frantic dream. If it wasn’t for the sting from his palm I’d assume I was merely daydreaming, but it was real. Plastic Man and me, working together. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Come on, haven’t you ever seen Spider-Man. Leap of faith!” “I don’t know if you’re legally allowed to reference that...” I muttered, eyeing the large gap between buildings before staring back at Plas. “I haven’t really done much uh... traversal practice. What if I fall and hit the ground I... I mean I don’t think I can die like that but-” “I won’t let you fall, I promise you. I’d be a real bad trainer if the first person I mentored became a permanent stain on 4th street. You got this!” Plastic Man grinned widely, flashing a thumbs up and stepping back. His words echoed in my head, as I stepped back a few feet, already making my plan as I dragged a line of slick slime in front of me. ‘I’ll run forward, using the slime to propel me even further to close the gap. Then when I get as far as I can, I’ll stretch my arms out, attach to the building and slingshot my way up to the roof.’ I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, waiting until every last bit of air left my lungs. And then I ran. My feet slid against the slime trail like a skater on the ice as I raced towards the edge. Before I could even attempt to jump, I hit the edge, my body fling more downward then I expected. I felt the air leave my lungs, my head snapping up towards the roof top I was aiming for and snapped my arm forward, splatting against the brick a few feet down. Damn it, Damn it, I got this. I got this. I felt the tension build in my arms, threatening to snap under the pressure. Just when I thought it was going to be too much, it released. And I found myself ascending just as fast I was falling. Up against the building. A wave of pain shot through my body as I was bashed against the wall, slowly feeling the way my body spread and slowly began to peel away from the window. Just as I felt the last few strand of myself start to detach, I felt a warmth wrap around my body, lifting me up to the roof of the building. “Hey you good? I never saw anyone but me rubber band that hard into a building before.” I tried to nod my head, wheezing and groaning as I laid on my back, staring up at the titan of a man before me. “I’m ok... just the wind got knocked out.” “Mm, yeah I’m not surprised. I mean if anything I guess we found out that a fall from here would be a-ok. Painful but... if you can survive going mach one into a building a fall should be no sweat.” He stretched his arms and sat down beside me, hands forming something just out of my range of vision to mess with. “Take your time, and we can try again. Maybe something with less of a gap to fall down.” I closed my eyes, a sickening knot forming in my stomach. I fucked up the jump, and fucked it up bad. Was he disappointed? Rethinking his decision to choose me? He had been teaching me for 2 weeks now, and I couldn’t help but think that I wasn’t enough by the way he’d sometimes look away, seem upset, maybe wanting to be anywhere else but here. My body slumped forward, lingering pain in my core. “Plastic Man?” His head cocked to the side, eyes unidentifiable behind his goggles. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he thought of me. The words caught in my throat, my fear too great to hear the truth. I didn’t want to seem too pitiful, too... “I’ll try better next time.” “That’s what I like to hear.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “GM what were you thinking?! You know you can’t handle that kinda heat, why did you head into a burning building?! No one was in there! Everyone was safe!” I ducked my head away from Plas’ rage, watching the soot swirl around the remains of my arm. I was hurt bad, nearly melted and burned in a raging fire me and Plas tried to contain. But I was careless, eager to please a man I thought was losing interest in me. Despite the fact the building was clear I thought if I could help put out the fire before the firefighters came he would praise my boldness. But I only ended up making a fool of myself, having to had Plas rush into the building and collect me himself. He didn’t fair well himself, parts of him still goopy from harsh heat damage. “Look at me when I’m talking to you! Why did you do that.” His eyes were angry, his usual smile twisted into a disappointed frown. “I wanted to impress you-” “Impress me?! Yeah your new power to turn into a corpse was real freaking impressive Jenna. Why the hell are you trying to impress me like that-” “Because I don’t think I’m good enough to be taught by you!” I exclaimed, shocked by how I raised my voice at him. “I... I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to... I just... I feel like ever since you started to mentor me I haven’t been good enough. I’ve always been messing up and-and I feel like if I don’t do anything to impress you, you’ll just abandon me and I’ll fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I-I look up to you so much, and I feel like it’s such a privilege that you chose me I... I feel like it’s a mistake. And so I’m just waiting for you to realize that and I feel like you’re catching on so I had to do something to make sure that you didn’t fuck up with your choice.” Plas’ face immediately dropped, a look of concern replacing his scold. “Christ... I gave you Imposter Syndrome. Is this what the other people with sidekicks have to deal with... Woozy was never like this. Er...well, no he was he just didn’t have powers.” He bit his bottom lip, and sighed, inching to take a seat beside me. “I’m not good at this teaching stuff, I don’t know if you noticed. So if I made you feel like you weren’t impressing me, I swear it isn’t true. I remember when I was first getting the hang of being a hero. I was dog shit. The amount of times I did somethings stupid or tried to impress others without knowing what I was doing myself, god... and when I was part of the league? The first month was a hell, I didn’t get anything done. I still mess up, I just make it seem like I don’t cause I play it off. We all screw up, even Superman. I would know, I was there for a couple of those times, etched em right into my head.” He glanced away, tapping the side of his head where the words ‘Pantsing Incident of 05’ appeared. “Point is we all started somewhere and we were all ass at it. You think Flash got the hang of dodging every car while he ran down the road? No, it was just that no one remembers those times cause he’s too busy kicking ass now adays that no one cares that one time he ate asphalt. No one accept me who uses it to blackmail him occasionally because I’m petty and like to knock him down a peg every once in a while. You’re doing great.” I could feel the tears dripping down my face as he spoke, using my palm to desperately hide my emotions from him. His arm wrapped around my shoulder in a cautious, yet caring touch. “Can we just not... run into burning buildings next time we’re trying to prove something? I might not be able to get you out next time.” “Yeah, of course sir. Thank you, for believing in me, after I did that, and that you believed me in the first place.”

#self ship: plas #have my scraps

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The Tale of Eossimar (Original Female Character x Bofur Fic)

Chapter 6

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Fake relationships, half-blood children, mild violence, fight scenes, male/male relationships, Dwarf gender concepts, battle of five armies fix-it, pre-battle of five armies, near death incidents, talking to dead people, mentions of paradise/heaven.

Callon opened the entrance and they walked on down the path that Bofur had taken them on the day before, though this time it was more leisurely instead of running for their lives. They were close enough to the lake to see a man with a barge, he was retrieving the barrels that they had escaped in and he hadn’t noticed them approaching.

Nari stopped walking and she held her finger to her mouth for them to remain silent, they waited in confusion as she began to walk along the shrubbery, still hidden.

Bilbo whispered loudly, “What is she doing, she can’t just steal his barge can she?” he gestured in disbelief.

“Don’t worry yerself Master Baggins,” Callon assured him quietly, a smirk forming on his features.

She climbed onto the boulder and leaped onto the barge, making a loud thud as she did, the bargeman dropped the barrel he was rolling and turned around in fear, appearing ready to assault whatever was threatening him.

He immediately relaxed, shaking his head but still giving her a light chuckle. She laughed and they exchanged pleasantries for a short time, the company tried to listen in but they were too far, though they seemed familiar enough with each other. They edged closer and finally caught on to the conversation.

“Ye know, ye still owe me a visit to Lake Town,”

“That won’t be so easy now, the people are becoming suspicious that you are not of Man, and I do not blame them for it,” he crossed his arms.

“What if I told ye, it wasn’t for me?” she asked and he raised a brow, “Ye see, I have some dwarf friends, they’re merchants from the Blue Mountains, and they’re needing to visit their kin in the Iron Hills…”

“Could they not go around?” he insisted.

“They’ve had a long journey Bard; they cannot delay their arrival any further than they have,” she countered.

“I know where those barrels came from,” Bard gestured to the battered barrels.

“Aye, and what of them?”

“My gut tells me that these dwarves you speak of had previous business with the Elves, and clearly it did not end on good terms. You know the Master’s wealth comes from trade with the Woodland Realm, and he would rather see them all in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil,”

“I’m not asking for ye to hide them from the Master, just to hold them indoors until nightfall, and let them on their merry way on a few of yer smaller boats, and then they’ll be off yer hands.”

“Nari, it would be incredibly risky of me to, I’m on thin ice as is-” he argued.

“But the risk is certainly worth the reward,”

“I’m listening,” he raises a brow.

“I know yer children will be in need of food and clothes, especially during these difficult times. And I’ll pay ye everything I’ve got,” she held out a bag full of coins, “Ye can’t say no to providing for yer bairns, now can ye Bard?”

He sighed, but agreed with her, “This is the last time I can do this; you understand do you not?”

“Aye, I do,” she nodded seriously, tossing him the bag, “Tell the children I said hello, would ye?”

“Aye, I will, the girls miss you dearly,” he tucked the bag away on his person.

She turned to leave but stopped herself, “Oh and one last thing- if anything is to happen to them I will not hesitate in coming for ye, understood? They’re my kin too,”

“Aye,” he nodded seriously, and continued loading the last of the barrels onto his barge.

She hopped off the barge and stood in front of the company, her hands triumphantly resting on her hips, “My friend Bard is going to escort ye to Lake Town, once yer there ye can get some boats and travel across the waters to Erebor on the other side,”

“How do we know we can trust him?” Thorin asked, looking at the man sceptically.

“I’ve visited that man’s home for years; I know him and his family well enough. He is one of the few ye can trust.” She spoke seriously, “And I gave him a good enough warning for him to heed, so ye will all be safe there,”

“We’re not going with them?” Callon asked, taking the words right from Bofur’s mouth.

“Aye Callon, they’ll have enough trouble with their numbers trying to sneak in and out without us tripping them up, and this is their quest,” she nodded to Thorin, Callon glanced at Fili before staring at her again.

“And yer to listen to Bard because he knows his town better than the lot of ye, he would not tell ye to do something unless it was for yer safety.”

Callon tried to argue, “But I’m sure they could use the extra hands-”

“If they could travel from the Blue Mountains across Middle Earth to Mirkwood without us, I think they’ll be capable of travelling the rest of the way,” she told her brother firmly.

“Nari, we must thank you for everything you’ve done, you’ve been a great help to us.” Balin smiled encouragingly.

“Yes, we will be sure to come back for you once we’ve reclaimed our home,” Dwalin added, patting her shoulder.

“It was nothing, you are our kin after all,” she waved the thanks away, “We will be waiting anxiously for the news,” she agreed with a smile. “Ye should get going; time is catching up with ye.” She turned to see Bard waiting almost impatiently for the company, and they moved on to the barge.

“Thank ye again lass, we’ll see ye soon!” Bofur waved his goodbye, she waved back.

“Keep safe, the lot of ye!” she called back, “And Fili, keep an eye on yer brother!” the golden hair dwarf nodded, rubbing his brother’s hair playfully much to his annoyance and then waving his goodbye.

Soon enough the barge set off from the small dock, most of the company turning their attention to the other side of it to watch the waters ahead of them, while a few kept their eyes on the shore. Nari and Callon stayed watching until they drifted out of sight; once they were gone she turned and marched on towards the village wordlessly, with Callon slowly following her.

The dwarves stared across the lake in wonder, through the mist the peaks of Erebor revealed themselves, and for most this was the moment that made them realise that everything they had gone through was very real, and their home was almost tangible now.

Suddenly Bard yelled out, disturbing them from their day dreaming, “You must hide!”

“We will hide when we are sure of danger,” Thorin spat back.

“If you value your freedom, you’ll do as I say.” Bard frowned angrily at him. “There are guards ahead, get in the barrels, quickly now!” Despite the initial argument the company scattered immediately and settled into the barrels, the barge swiftly drifted up to the dock, and Bard climbed off towards a man that stood on the end of it.

“What’s he doing?” Dwalin asked irritably, unable to see where the bargeman had gone.

“He’s talking to someone…” Bilbo spoke up, using the hole in the barrel to peep through, he could make out Bard chatting to a man; and noticed him pointing casually towards the barrels, “And, oh, he’s pointing at us...” He watched as he shook hands with the man, and dropped some coins into a waiting hand. “Now they’re shaking hands.”

“What?” Thorin grunted in disbelief. “I thought Nari said we could trust him!”

Bofur spoke up, “Aye, we can Thorin, have some faith in Nari’s words lads-”

“The villain!” Another dwarf called out.

“He’s selling us out,” Dwalin growled.

“Lads, be reasonable and think-” Bofur was cut short when bucket-loads of fish flopped down on top of them all, and their fear of being caught turning into that of disgust, as the smell of fish overwhelmed their senses.

They continued on from the docks, with plenty of groans and complaints of the smells, and of being cramped in such small spaces for what felt like hours.

“Quiet,” Bard muttered, now irritated with the dwarves, he kicked one of barrels nearest to him, “We’re approaching the toll gate now,”

“I’m not mad at you Narriel, I’m simply disappointed. And to be throwing about another person is not welcome behaviour, especially as a princess- you have expectations to meet,” Misteth chided as she paced before her throne, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Aye, mother, I, I understand,” Nari bowed her head, and slowly lifted it up again.

“I insist that you apologise to Cáleb, it is the least that you can do for him,”

“But, mother I-”

“I will not hear any arguments out of you,” she snapped, “The healer tells me that he shall be on bedrest for at least a week to recover from his injuries,”

“Aye mother,” she bowed her head, gritting her teeth slightly.

“And Callon, my dear son, I do wish you had put a stop to that nonsense before it ended the way it had,” Misteth tutted.

“A- aye mother,” Callon mumbled, not thinking he would be scolded as well, and bowed his head.

“Now both of you go, and Narriel, I will know if Cáleb did not receive his apology, so I suggest you don’t avoid doing so,”

“Aye mother,” she nodded.

Without another word to their mother, Nari and Callon left the hall, with Nari muttering angrily to herself about their mother, and they walked towards Cáleb’s home.

“Nari, why don’t ye take a breather first, before ye go ahead with this?” Callon asked, and she shook her head.

“I’d rather get this over with now,” she muttered.

“Then I’ll come with ye,” he matched her pace easily with his long legs.

“Alright,” she didn't argue further.

They entered his home and a familiar voice caught her attention, “Haven’t you done enough to him, Nari?” she glanced to the right and locked eyes with the young elf maid Elva.

“I came to apologise to him.” Nari stated.

“All of a sudden, why?”

“Let her in Elva, it’s alright,” Cáleb spoke from the other room, they all walked in to find him sitting slightly elevated on his bed, with several ointments clearly anointed over his wounds.

“Listen, Cáleb, I apologise for what happened earlier today, I may have taken things too far…” Nari rubbed the back of her neck uneasily, standing as far as she could from the bed.

He shook his head, “No I apologise,” Nari frowned, “I should have realised when to stop making advances when you clearly did not return them, you deserve better than that…” Cáleb continued, “You were angry, I understand that now,”

“Well… thank ye,” she shuffled on her feet awkwardly, “I, I wasn’t expecting ye to apologise to me,”

“It’s the least I can do for causing you the heartache I did. I only wish it hadn’t taken me so long to realise the pain I’d caused, but the look in your eyes told me everything today,”

“Still, I am sorry for half-murdering you, it wasn’t very fair.”

“Well, look, I’d been selfish, you’d been angry, and I accept your apology, it’s water under the bridge,” he waved his hand, “We were simply not meant to be.”

“Thank ye,” Nari nodded, feeling a huge relief fall from her shoulders, “I- I hope the best for ye Cáleb,”

“Thank you, to you as well Nari,” he bowed his head, and she did as well.

Nari and Callon stepped out quietly, and walked on with no destination in mind. “That went… surprisingly well, thank Mahal. Mother won’t be able to bother me about it now,” she chuckled lightly, Callon only nodded.

“Why is it that ye didn’t jump at the opportunity to join the Company?” he suddenly asked, making Nari look at him in surprise, “I mean, ye’ve wanted to return to Erebor for so long, it’s all we’ve ever talked about, dreamed about in fact,”

“Well… as much as I wish to return home, I still fear that we may not be accepted, and it was painful enough the first time around,”

“But once Thorin becomes King we’ll be welcomed,” he reminded her, “And it’s only right that out of all of us ye should be the first to return home, ye aided the company when they needed it most, and ye were likely the first to be cast out,”

“Perhaps ye’re right,” she stopped walking and stared at him. “Will ye come with me, brother?” he nodded, “Right, we’ll need a boat, and some supplies.”

They quickly ran to their homes and collected their own supplies in small backpacks, and met where a collection of small paddling boats were kept, they used to be used for the occasional trip to the waters, which had long since been collecting cobwebs.

They lifted one above their heads and carried it out beyond their borders without being noticed by any villagers; they made quick work of heading towards the lake and settled it into the water just by the dock. The memory of the dwarves’ departure was still fresh in their minds, they left barely a few hours ago and it was well past noon now, her brother stepped into the boat and waited for her.

Nari glanced down towards the area that she had found the dwarves in the day before, and stopped as she noticed a large form that had not been there earlier, she sprinted closer and froze at the scene before her.

“Nari, what is it?” Callon called out, she darted back wordlessly to the dock and practically leapt into the small boat, causing it to wobble unsteadily. “Nari?”

“Deer carcass, scattered everywhere,” she informed him, taking the oars into her hands, “The orcs must have somehow tracked them down,” she immediately set out to row the small boat by herself.

“How?” he asked, “Surely it can’t be from Kíli’s wound?”

“I’m not sure, but they have Wargs as well, who knows how close those bastards are to catching up with them,” she huffed worriedly. “I just hope we won’t be too late,”

“They wouldn’t have boats like us,”

“But if they’re determined, which they have been, they’ll have run halfway around the lake by now,” she insisted, “They could be killing them as we speak,”

“We cannot be certain, but we cannot only think the worst of the situation,” he tried to reassure her. “We will get there in time.”

If the fish hadn’t been enough of a problem then the task of moving passed the toll gate was even greater, after some words with a man Alfrid who had attempted to empty the barrels out into the lake they were relieved to be in the clear, at least for the time being.

They drifted further along and Bard finally deemed it safe for the dwarves to reveal themselves, walking over calmly and knocking over some of the barrels, making them crawl out in a mess of fish.

Bard approached another barrel and was met with a growl as Dwalin burst his head through, “Get your hands off me,” he and the others soon climbed out the barrels, grumbling and slimy, but relieved that they might be gaining foot on Erebor now more than ever.

A man on the dock stared with his jaw hanging open, and Bard swiftly approached him, opening his hands and placing a handful of coins and closing them. “You didn’t see them,” he looked at the elderly man, “The fish you can have for nothing,” he added, and the man was only able to nod in response, still staring at the company.

The company looked around to take in the so-called Lake Town, only to be greeted with a scene that could only be named as miserable, everything was wooden and seemed filthy, the clothing that hung on lines had minimal colours. A sure sign that the town was poor and suffering, and yet they seemed to be making the most of their situation.

Bard marched passed the dwarves and peeked around the corner, examining both sides and then turned to them, “Follow me,” he walked on.

The company were sceptical as they glanced at one another, but under Nari’s word understood that they needed to trust him, and so they followed him through the shadows of some of the taller homes. The planks creaked and groaned under their feet, making them weary of the instability and being more cautious with their steps.

Out of the blue a boy ran up to Bard, his voice speaking unevenly from his sudden exertion, “Da! Our house, it’s being watched,” Bard looked to the dwarves as did the boy, his eyes widening in surprise. “Friends of Nari?”

“Indeed,” he thought for a moment and frowned, “We’ll have to get you in through the sewers-”

“The sewers?” Dwalin asked in outrage, “Are you mad, we’re not going in the sewers!”

“You don’t have a choice; it’s the only way I can get you through unseen,”

“This better be worth it bargeman,” Thorin muttered, and the dwarves murmured in disgust.

Bard led them to a sewer cover used for maintenance purposes, but by the state of it, it hadn’t been touched for years, he opened it up and Thorin peered in, trying hard to hide the disgust that spread on his face.

He jumped in, followed one by one by each member of the company, with Bombur being the last to follow and having to be yanked down as he nearly became stuck in the crusty hole. He fell in with a massive splash causing them to yell out in disgust.

“Quiet, we don’t need to draw attention to ourselves,” Thorin scolded, he turned to look at the pipes ahead, “We’ll have to go on our hands and knees, Mahal help you if you get lost,” he added with a huff, before crouching down and crawling forward on all fours.

The others did the same, moving straight ahead until they reached their first turning point that Bard had mentioned, a sudden flush of water gushed from a nearby opening and ran underneath them, raising the level of waste slightly. The smell was rancid; a mix of food that had clearly rotten and partially digested foods, their noses stung and a few dwarves complained that they might become sick.

“Well I’ve dealt with a lot worse, ye lads clearly have yet to smell the worst of Bombur’s farts, this is nothing by comparison,” Bofur joked, only the younger dwarves let out a chuckle, while the others groaned and shook their heads.

They continued on, turning another two corners before hopefully reaching their allocated destination, they waited in the darkness silently. It felt long, too long, and Thorin only hoped that they had made it to the right spot, otherwise an unsuspecting stranger was about to receive the worst surprise of their life.

Finally they heard the signalling knocks above them, and Dwalin offered to be the first to exit to ensure it was safe, Thorin made no arguments. The dwarf raised his hand above his head and he slowly stood up, pushing the lid of what he now understood to be the toilet, out of his way; he relaxed knowing that they were in the right place, but it improved his mood no less.

His eyes met the bargeman’s son with a glare, “If you speak of this to anyone, I’ll rip your arms off,” he reached his hand over the bowl and started pulling himself out, the boy tried to offer him a hand in help and he immediately swatted it away irritably, “Get off.”

Although slightly scared by the dwarf’s gruffness, the boy pointed further down the walkway to a set of stairs, “Up there,” he waited as the others climbed out, keeping a look out just in case they were still being watched.

An older girl peered at the stairs from the main house and called out uncertainly, “Da… why are there dwarves climbing out our toilet?”

“Will they bring us luck?” a younger girl asked hopefully, looking up at Bard excitedly.

“Well, we can only hope so Tilda,” he gave her a warm smile, “But they won’t be staying for long, they’re friends of Nari’s simply passing through,”

“Oh Nari! How is she Da?” the older girl asked.

“She is well, and wishes she could’ve visited as well,” Bard smiled, though a little sadly.

“Are you also half elf?” Tilda asked, peering up at Bofur, he smiled down at her making his hat flop in an awkward manner.

“No lass, we’re all dwarves,” he crouched down, “So ye’re friends with Nari are ye?” she nodded, “Do ye think ye can tell me more about her then?”

“I can, but only if you can tell me something about dwarves,” she smiled mischievously.

“It’s a deal then,” Bofur grinned and shook her hand gently, she bounded off to Bard after being called over and he stood up once again.

The dwarves gave themselves a quick scrub down with buckets of warm water and cloths before putting on their now tainted clothes that Nari had provided for them, and they settled inside the main room near the fireplace, having blankets passed to them and given warm beverages to heat themselves against the winter chill.

“They may not be the best comfort, but they’ll keep you warm for now,” Bard said to the company.

Bofur nodded in agreement and curled the blanket a little tighter around his shoulder, wishing he could cosy up in the armchair by the fireplace and sleep for at least a day, realising how sore his muscles truly were after resting in Eossimar the night before. He took a good long sip of his drink and sighed as the warmth spread inside and gave his body life once more.

“Thank you very much,” he heard Bilbo speak politely to Bard.

He smiled, the Hobbit never ceased to amaze him with maintaining his manners over the course of their journey, it was a wonder he had survived the unruly dwarves for nearly a year.

He watched as Bard’s children, who he’d learned were Bain, Sigrid and little Tilda, spoke excitedly to each other. Tilda seemed a little shy to return to him with conversation about Nari, as she stayed nervously by her sister’s side.

He noticed that the girls had braiding in their hair tied off with ribbons, not the usual styles worn by Man, and reckons that Nari had probably taught them how to do different styles, perhaps a mix of Elvish and Dwarvish.

He was disturbed from his thoughts when Thorin unexpectedly muttered in fascination at something beyond the window catching his attention, “A Dwarvish windlance,”

Bilbo walked up next to Thorin, his beverage clutched tightly and his blanket draped over him like a gown, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he peered at Thorin and then at the windlance.

Balin, having decidedly left his blanket and finished drink walked up behind them, “He has, the last time we saw such a weapon,” he nodded to the window, “A city was on fire, it was when the dragon came,”

Thorin stared out the window, pain clouding his features as the memories came flooding back to him, as if they had happened just yesterday. Bofur leaned closer to listen in, as his family had lived in the Blue Mountains years before the attack on Erebor and he was curious.

Balin spoke on, placing a hand on Thorin’s shoulder gently, “That day, Smaug destroyed the City of Dale. Girion, the Lord of the City rallied his bowman to fire upon the beast, but a dragon’s hide is tough, tougher than the strongest armour – only a black arrow fired from a wind lance could have pierced the dragon’s hide – and few of those arrows were ever made. The store was running low when Girion made his last stand.” He shook his head sadly.

Thorin spoke with disappointment, “And had the aim of Men been true that day, much would have been different,” he shook his head.

Bard stepped up, adding himself into the conversation, “You speak as if you were there,”

“All dwarves know the tale,” Thorin told him.

“Then you would know that Girion hit the dragon,” Bain walked up next to his father, “He loosened his scale under the left wing,” he added, making Thorin scoff in disbelief. “One more shot and he would have killed the beast.” He insisted, making Dwalin laugh from behind him.

“That’s a fairy-story lad, nothing more.” Dwalin shook his head.

Thorin’s impatience bubbled up and he looked at Bard seriously, “You took Nari’s money, now where are our promised boats?”

“Wait here,” Bard instructed with a huff, and hurriedly left the house, leaving his son to re-join with his sisters.

Bofur finished off his drink and hummed to himself at the pleasant warmth that lulled him into comfort, he peaked out of one of the windows and could see Bard, and he found himself feeling thankful for the help that Nari had brought to them.

He glanced at the young brothers and eased up as he saw Kíli resting his leg up and reclining on an armchair; he was certain that the young prince would have been on the verge of death had it not been for Nari healing him.

He looked out the window and watched as Bard finalised his arrangements with another man, they shook hands and Bard disappeared out of view. He turned to find Thorin and some of the other members in worried discussion privately, and wondered what they might be on about now, so he took a few steps closer.

“We must reach the Mountain before then,” Balin informed them.

“And if we do not, if we fail to find the hidden door before that time?” Kíli looked up at them from his seat.

“Then this quest has been for nothing,” Fili gritted his teeth slightly, looking down at his brother and still clearly concerned with his condition.

Bard returned suddenly which drew the company’s attention, they all gathered around a large table, waiting for him to speak.

“I have three boats available for you to use, four including my own, that you can use to travel across the lake,”

“Then we should get moving, we’re burning daylight,” Thorin said, about to walk away.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Bard ordered, making the soon-to-be King stop and stare at the bargeman.

“What did you say?” Dwalin asked angrily, stepping forward.

“There are spies watching this house, and probably every dock and wharf in the town.” He locked eyes on Dwalin and then addressed the others, “You must wait till nightfall.” Several members muttered displeased about the idea, “Unless you wish to be caught and jailed by the master, and his wretched helper Alfrid?” he asked them.

The dwarves discussed the matter for a bit before Thorin spoke, “We will stay,” he announced, though Bofur caught the quick glance at Dwalin which made him believe otherwise.

Bard nodded, satisfied with the answer and spoke to Bain, “Watch them” and once again left the house.

Dwalin muttered about having to be ordered around by a Man, and they each returned to their seats around the house and waited, albeit impatiently. Bofur had decided he preferred looking out the window, only to be disturbed by a light tug on his trousers; he frowned and saw Tilda staring up at him with a shy smile.

“Oh, hello lass, thought ye’d forgotten about me,” Bofur smiled and she giggled shaking her head, “How about we have a seat then?” he asked, taking a seat on the floor, and waited for her to sit as well.

“How do you know Nari?” Tilda asked, settling her hands on her laps neatly.

“Well, promise ye won’t tell yer Da first?” he raised a brow and she agreed, he spoke quietly, “We only met her a short time ago, but she helped us after we escaped the Elf dungeons,”

“Elf dungeons?” Her eyes widened, “Did you go to Mirkwood?”

“Aye, we did, and they didn’t fancy the idea of Dwarves walking through their territory,”

“That is mean of them,” she shook her head, “Did you meet Prince Legolas?”

“Ye know of Legolas?” he asked in surprise.

“Mhm, Nari told me that she courted him, but only for a short time,”

“Courted?” he raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment… Oh, so ye care about feelings all of a sudden do ye? The words echoed in the back of his mind and her behaviour suddenly made sense now.

“Yes, but she ended it when she found that he did not actually care about her,” Tilda added, “She told me to be wary if a boy asks to court me, but I’m not very worried, Da and Bain are very protective over me, besides I’m much too young…”

The girl babbled on for some time but the words were drowned out by Bofur’s thoughts. He wondered how long ago this courtship happened, then he wondered how it began in the first place, and then his mind raced with the possibilities of what may have happened intimately within the time of courtship-

“Are you even listening to me?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Oh, sorry lass,” Bofur gave her a sheepish grin and then pointed to her hair, “Did Nari teach ye girls how to braid that?”

“Oh yes! My sister Sigrid did this for me, a Dwarvish braiding,” she showed off her hair, “She likes to wear the Elvish ones more,”

“They’re lovely, truly,” Bofur grinned, Nari had indeed taught them well.

“Now tell me something about Dwarves!” she asked excitedly, and Bofur thought for a moment when a carved horse caught his attention.

“Do ye see that little horse over there?” he asked, and she frowned as she turned around, taking the object from the windowsill and settling in her lap. “Aye that one,”

“What about it?” she asked, passing it to him carefully as he reached out for it.

“I carved this beauty myself,” his chest puffed out a little, “Ye know how I know that?” she shook her head, “Ye see these little curves here? These are how I signed my pieces,”

“Really?” she asked, taking the item back and staring at it in amazement, tracing her fingers over the newly discovered markings. “I thought Dwarves only mined and forged,”

He shook his head, “My family stays in the Blue Mountains, we cook, we mine, but we also dabble in toy-making,” he told her, “And somehow this little fella ended up in yer home,”

“My Da gave it to me when I was little, it's the only thing I have of my Ma's,” she ran her fingers over the figure, her eyes threatening to spill tears and Bofur felt a pain in his chest, she quickly sprung up and hugged him; he was surprised but did not move away, and then she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for making this,”

“Oh- of course lass,” he patted her gently on the back, she released him and wiped away her tears, “That’s why I make them ye see, to bring a little joy,” he smiled, “Now don’t be crying for too long, yer mother would want ye to be smiling,”

“Tilda!” Sigrid called for her younger sister and the girl glanced over her shoulder.

“I have to go, thank you…” she frowned, not knowing his name.

“Bofur.”

“Thank you, Bofur,” she grinned and held the horse close to her heart, before running over to her sister.

Bofur smiled and stood up, taking his time to stretch out, and walking over to the princes who were seated by the fireplace. He glimpsed at the window to see the sun setting down, marking the end of another day, and wondered what the people of Eossimar would be up to that evening.

He caught Fili fussing over Kíli as he was shuffling about uncomfortably in his seat, and Kíli swatted away his brother’s hand irritably, making Fili move back into the other chair and cross his arms in annoyance.

“Ye alright there lads?” Bofur asked, looking between them with a raised brow.

“Yes Bofur, Kee’s just a bit tired is all,” Fili responded, shaking his head at his brother.

He knew better but didn’t wish to get between the brother’s little quarrel and moved on around the house a little. He could see for himself that Kíli was still far from recovering fully, but he had yet to follow Nari’s instructions to rest as much as possible, for they were still constantly on the move to reach Erebor.

The silence was promptly disturbed as Thorin addressed the company making Bofur jump in his skin, “Let’s go, we are not waiting for nightfall. We’ve wasted enough time as is, on your feet, now.” He stalked out of the room, followed closely by Dwalin and Balin, while the others gathered slowly by comparison.

Bain attempted to block the door but ducked away without hesitation under Dwalin’s intense gaze, and Bofur stood in the home for a moment. So much for listening to Bard as Nari advised us to do. He sighed and ran after the others, not wanting to be left behind.

They walked the paths for a bit before finding four small boats, it was very likely not the ones that they were provided but it didn’t matter to Thorin, who was adamant that they were leaving now. The dwarves quickly put their small packs of goods in the boats, and a few had climbed inside, others made to untie the boats from the docks.

Kíli, who had stayed aside for the most part, stepped forward and hissed at the unexpected pain that shot through his leg. He grabbed his leg, not only dropping his belongings with a loud clang, but then leaning against a stand nearby. It swayed under the unexpected force of Kíli’s weight and creaked sideways, falling into another table next to it, and causing crockery, fruits and other titbits to bang against the wooden planks beneath them.

The company winced in surprise at the sudden noise and all looked to Kíli, who promptly stood himself upright and winced again, Fili ran to his brother’s side in alarm.

Within moments they were surrounded by guards and held-up with swords, “Dwarves!”

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hidden blessing (5/?)

Summary: Killian thought the only thing he was left with after Milah’s death was a broken heart and a thirst for vengeance. It’s not until he gets to Storybrooke, after so many years spent in stasis, that he discovers something else: he’s carrying her child. How does this new, tiny blessing change his path? (Canon-divergent from 2x12.)

a/n: Hope I didn’t keep y’all waiting too long on this! Not sure when the next chapter will go up but hopefully not as long :) We’re into Neverland now! and, as always, dedicated to the darling @sherlockianwhovian

Splashing down in Neverland filled Killian with an array of emotions, few of them positive. They’d made it through the portal in one piece, thankfully, but just the sight of the cursed island looming on the horizon filled him with dread. Getting here had been the easy part; gods only knew what lay ahead.

“Is that it?” Emma called out once the ship had set itself to rights (Killian was mildly jealous of it; his stomach matched the churning sea below them).

“Aye,” he confirmed. “Neverland.”

He couldn’t see her face to read her expression, but the determined set of her shoulders told him everything: she was willing to risk all to save her son. He saw similar in the fierce expression Regina wore, even in the composed and precise manner of Snow and David. And yet again he wondered: was he really cut out for parenting?

His life was dangerous. Hell, he himself was known to be. Yet again, he’d dragged his child to this timeless realm; how long would the babe’s growth be stalled now? What if something happened to him? What if Pan found a way to use it against them?

As if to calm him down, he felt a few strong kicks just behind his navel. Well, that was a good sign, he supposed. He let out a quiet sigh of relief and set to the task of navigating them to the island.

“Why are you slowing down?” Regina snapped, suddenly at his side. “In case you didn't know, my son's life is in danger.”

He bit back a huff, only because he knew her anger was a mask for her fear. “Oh, I know, my hot-headed Queen. The plan is to bring us to the far side of the island, link up with the widest part of the river, and.. then we sail right through, take him by surprise,” he explained. “The irony…” he muttered under his breath.

“What irony?” she asked, much more calmly.

“Oh, I spent more time than I care to remember trying to leave this place to kill Rumplestiltskin. And here I am, sailing right back into its heart with him as my guest of honor.” The man in question had disappeared below deck nearly as soon as they landed. “It's not quite the happy ending I was hoping for.”

Regina seemed oddly thoughtful. “Greg Mendell said something funny to me. He said I'm a villain, and that villains don't get happy endings. You believe that?”

Weeks ago, he would have concurred; but now… “I hope not, or we've wasted our lives.”

“I thought Henry was going to be mine,” she admitted quietly. “Little did I know he’d just be the start of another adventure.” Then she smiled at him. “You’ll know what I’m talking about soon enough.”

“Assuming we all make it out of this alive,” he tossed back, expressing his own realism as he overheard a tense bit of conversation between the Charming family that seemed to revolve around the inherent optimism Emma had not inherited. “Though, I have been meaning to ask—how could you tell?”

“That you were knocked up? Please; I’m Cora’s daughter. She taught me long ago how to look for any signs of weakness. And Hook? You’re practically glowing,” she told him, smirking.

He couldn't hold back his own smile at that; while logically, he knew that put him at risk to other enemies knowing, it was also kind of nice to know his own newfound source of joy showed in his demeanor. It had been well over a century since he’d even really had anything to be happy about.

Their attention was drawn to the deck by Snow’s insistent promise to Emma of, “We'll find Henry.” Well, that was the point, wasn't it?

“No, you won't.” From nowhere, the Dark One had appeared on the quarterdeck, his earlier instruments put away and now in garb typical of the Enchanted Forest.

“Oh, that's a great use of our time—a wardrobe change,” Killian quipped, but if Gold heard, he didn’t acknowledge it—and instead went on to lecture the group on how they would not succeed in their endeavor.

“What makes you think I'm gonna fail?” Emma bit back, angry, and he didn’t blame her. (In fact, it was rather when he liked her best—passionate.)

“Well, how could you not?” Rumplestiltskin insisted. “You don't believe in your parents, or in magic, or even yourself.”

“I slayed a dragon. I think I believe.” Now that was a story Killian needed to hear.

“Only what was shown to you. When have you ever taken a real leap of faith? You know, the kind where there's absolutely no proof?” The Dark One continued his diatribe, but Killian’s gaze was fixed on Emma—and the way he could see the doubts and fear beginning to cloud her mind.

“I'll do whatever it takes,” she insisted, but he could tell she was trying to convince herself as much as Gold.

“Well, you just need someone to tell you what that is. Sorry, dearie, our foe is too fearsome for hand-holding.” That, unfortunately, was accurate. “Neverland is a place where imagination runs wild. And, sadly, yours doesn't.” And then the bastard disappeared. Alas, it was just as well. Plus, the man was starting to make Killian nauseous.

Or perhaps that was just the babe; he’d never been one to be seasick but considering everything, he was definitely feeling a bit green. He used the silence that followed the Dark One’s departure to make sure they were set on the right course, but once that was set, he asked the Charmings to hold the helm while he sought out the ginger drops he knew were hiding in his cabin.

He was only slightly surprised to find Emma had beaten him down there, and was practicing pullups on a bar in the room. She paused when she heard his footsteps.

“Oh, don't stop on my account,” he said, admiring the view as he walked past. Her form-fitting trousers were stirring other sorts of feelings in him; goodness, these hormones were going to give him whiplash.

“Wouldn't think of it,” she replied, pretending to ignore him, and went back to it.

He easily located the drops, sitting in a pouch on his desk. “What are you doing?” he had to ask.

“Getting ready for a fight,” she bit back, pulling herself up and then landing back on the platform.

“Well, I've never known you to need to get ready for a fight. I thought it was a natural state,” he teased as he grabbed the bag, then reapproached her. “Don't let Rumplestiltskin get you down, love.”

She jumped down from the ledge and leveled a glare at him. “Why did you come down here? What is that?” she demanded, nodding at the bag in his hand.

“Ginger drops,” he said, then quickly realized he wasn’t ready to divulge his need of them. “They help with seasickness; Her Highness was looking a bit green around the gills.”

That got a bit of a smile out of her, and thankfully she bought the lie. Although, when he glanced at the shelf to the left of them, he remembered something hidden inside—something that might boost her morale.

“Might you permit me to give you something?” he asked, not wanting to offend her. She nodded.

He pocketed the drops and fished out a key from another pocket. “You know, Baelfire and I once spent a lot of time together,” he started to explain as he unlocked a compartment built into the shelf.

“He was always Neal to me,” she replied, albeit morosely.

“Yeah. Right,” he acknowledged, then grabbed the object hidden behind the small door. “This was his.”

It was a sword—a small cutlass he had once used to teach the lad how to fight, and damn near took his own head off when things went sour. Gingerly, Emma took it from him with both hands.

“I didn't realize you were sentimental,” she said as she assessed it.

“I'm not,” he lied again, and saw another useful item sitting on the shelf. “I just thought you could use it where we're going. You know, to fight.” And then he handed her the shot glass.

“Thanks,” she said as he filled it with rum from his flask, which he then offered up in a toast.

“To Neal.” (He knew what all the books said about drinking during pregnancy, but given the current stasis, one shot likely couldn’t hurt.)

“To Neal,” she answered, and clinked the glass against the flask before downing the shot. (Guilt got the better of him, and he only had a small sip.)

After a brief, but not uncomfortable silence, Emma asked, “How long was he with you?”

“Long enough for me to know that I miss him, too,” he answered, this time truthfully. As surreptitiously as he could, he rested his hand on his belt—because he could feel the sudden intense flutters within, as if the child somehow knew they were talking about their sibling—or perhaps was encouraging him to do something else.

Emma had shown utmost trust in him in undertaking this journey. And if they were going to get through this and achieve their goal, then that was going to have to go all directions. It would be fair of him to show he trusted her by revealing his condition, wouldn’t it?

He swallowed and was about to tell her, but the small peace they’d had was interrupted by a loud bang against the hull and sudden groaning and creaking of the ship.

“What was that?” Emma blurted out, and they quickly dashed up to the deck to see what was amiss.

Emma’s parents were struggling to hold the wheel steady, and the waves were tossing the ship about like it was a toy. Only he quickly realized—this was no natural storm, and a glance over the railing confirmed his fears.

HIs nausea would have to wait, lest none of them survive. He made a mad dash for the helm to try to wrest control of it. “Prepare for attack!”

“Be more specific,” Regina demanded, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation.

“If you've got a weapon, then grab it,” he called out as he fought against the wheel.

“What's out there? A shark? A whale?” Emma guessed; if only she’d guessed right.

“A kraken?” her father added.

“Worse.” An unholy screeching filled the air. “Mermaids.”

The next—gods, he wasn’t even sure how long—fell into a blur of panic and anger as the vile creatures mounted their attack and his passengers made the idiotic mistake of not only bringing one on board, but angering her even more (and possibly killing her). Which of course brought on a violent storm and even more vicious emotions; it was all he could do to keep the prince’s fists away from Killian’s abdomen (again).

And then Emma leapt into the sea, taking his stomach with her. They managed to save her but it left him with an uncomfortable amount of adrenaline in his system, even if their cooperation ended up dissipating the storm. Bloody Neverland and its odd magic.

Despite a breach in the hull, he managed to get the Roger to land, although not where he had planned. And it would need repairs before they could attempt to leave the realm. But at least they’d made it this far.

And to think—this would likely be the easy part.

To his shock, Regina voiced her support of his original plan once they made landfall, but even he knew that a sneak attack was unlikely to happen at this point; there was no way Pan didn’t know they were there, not after what had just happened on the sea. There was an aggravating omniscience about that boy.

“It's time we stop running,” Emma lectured. “Gold was right. This land is run on belief. All of us have been too busy being at each other's throat to be believers. I was as wrong as anyone else. It's time for all of us to believe. Not in magic, but in each other.”

“You want to be friends? After everything that's happened between all of us?” As inclined as he was to agree with Emma, Regina had a point; he had not one but two sore spots on his face from David.

“I don't want or expect that. I know there's a lot of history here, a lot of hate,” Emma countered.

“Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time, when you're not yelling at me,” Killian quipped in a lame attempt to lighten the mood. And then immediately regretted it; gods, did pregnancy brain also mean he blurted out his every thought? He’d need to sharpen that, and quickly.

“We don't need to be friends. What we need now is the only way to get Henry back, which is cooperation.”

“With her? With him?” the prince protested, gesturing Killian’s way. “No, Emma. We have to do this the right way.” Killian did manage to bite back a comment on the prince’s self-righteousness.

“No, we don't. We just need to succeed. And the way we do that is by just being who we are—a hero, a villain, a pirate.” He had to admit the slight thrill it gave him when Emma’s gaze lingered on him. “It doesn't matter which, because we're going to need all those skills, whether we can stomach them or not.”

“And what's your skill, Savior?” Regina tossed back.

“I'm a mother. And now I'm also your leader. So either help me get my son back or get out of the way.” And without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel and headed towards the jungle.

Gods, he loved it when she was fired up like that.

Snow was quick to follow Emma, as was David, who cast an oddly inviting look Killian’s way, as if challenging him to turn back now. Which, of course, he wouldn’t.

Killian didn’t hesitate to fall in line, but not before throwing a glance at Regina; she was still put out, it seemed, by Emma’s take charge attitude. Someone had to, though. And Henry was her son, too.

She wasn’t far behind him.

It quickly became apparent that, as the only one who had any idea where they were, Killian should lead; he knew there was a ridge not far up that would give them a decent view of the island and hopefully reveal Pan’s hiding spot. Regina balked at the idea of hiking, but was convinced otherwise when they reminded her of the dangers at every turn.

“He’s right,” Emma told her. “Hook's lived here before. If he says hiking up is the best way, then we listen.” He wasn’t expecting the vote of confidence, but it was nice to have; he wasn’t naive enough to think that perhaps his attraction was reciprocated, but it was an extra reminder that he had Emma’s trust—which wasn’t easy to come by.

But of course, the wriggling thing in his belly was a reminder that he needed to place equal trust in her.

At least—after he saved the idiot next to him from slashing his way to death.

He saw the vines before he saw David swing back to slice at them and was able to shout a warning and get his hook around the man’s bicep before he could make contact.

The prince shook him off angrily. “I can handle a couple of thorns.”

“That's dreamshade,” Killian explained, nodding toward the demonic plant. “It's not the thorns you have to worry about. It's the poison they inject you with. This plant is the source of the toxins I used on the Dark One.”

They were all familiar, it seemed, with his failed assassination attempt—but were aware of its potency, and seemed to take his message about its effects to heart. Killian wasn’t about to lose another ally to that venom, even if they weren’t exactly on friendly terms.

“I suggest we go this way,” he directed, nodding down the path to the right of the bush.

David glanced at it, then looked the other direction. “We'll go this way.” Bloody obstinate arse. But Snow followed him, and then it was Regina’s turn to throw a wry glance his way.

Emma came up behind her and he fell into step with her. “Your father's a distrustful fellow,” he observed.

“He's just not used to working with the bad guys.”

“I can assure you, on this island, I am not the bad guy.”

“Yeah, well, Pan's not supposed to be one either,” she countered.

“What possibly gave you that idea?” The concept of that demon be considered remotely good turned his stomach (unless that was just the usual nausea stirring up again).

“Every story I ever heard as a child,” she explained, oblivious to his discomfort.

“Well, they got it all wrong. Pan is the most treacherous villain I've ever faced.” He tried to swallow down the bile that was churning inside, and decided to change the subject slightly. “Tell me something, love. In these stories...what was I like? Other than a villain. Handsome, I gather?”

She smirked, but not necessarily in a good way. “If waxed mustaches and perms are your thing.”

Sometimes, it felt like they were speaking different languages. “I take it by your tone, perms are bad?”

She just laughed a bit as they continued on, but they didn’t get much farther before the contents of his stomach came up with little warning. He managed to bite out an “excuse me” before ducking alongside a tree and retching. Ugh, he’d hoped with things in stasis, this part of pregnancy would be on pause, too; apparently not.

“Woah, Hook—are you okay?” Emma asked, hovering near his side. “You’re not hungover or something, are you?”

It took a moment to catch his breath. “Far from it,” he replied.

“Did you catch some rare Neverland stomach bug or something? Is that something else we need to worry about?”

He chuckled humorlessly. “I suppose you could call it that, but it has nothing to do with Neverland.”

He straightened from his hunched-over position to find her staring at him with her brow furrowed, both assessing him and confused at the same time. “What is going on, then? It’s going to be hard for you to guide us if you’re not 100%.”

Well, it looked like she was going to force his hand. “If you must know,” he started, then leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m pregnant.”

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some-cookie-crumbz · 4 years ago

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Request: MomoJirou prompt! Jirou gets gravely injured protecting/saving Momo from danger!

Ah, yes! The angst and pain over the safety of a loved one~! Happens to be one my specialties, Anon!

Trigger Warning: Violence, Blood/ Gore

Rescue work was something that Jirou had a handful of experience with. She’d done her part during a hostage situation while doing her internship in her first year at UA. Her second year, she’d done her work study with a more general Heroics agency, working directly under a Pro named Genre Hopper. He was a fun Pro to work under, whose Quirk was that his fighting style changed based on what type of music he was listening to. He had taught her a lot about how to adjust her fighting style to prepare for the unexpected, and she was grateful for everything he taught her.

For her third year, though, she’d decided to join her girlfriend, Momo, and check out an agency that focused on rescues exclusively. They handled hostage situations, natural disasters and villain attacks. The agency was led by a Pro named Snowdrift, whose Quirk was Snow Leopard. Her ears, fangs, tail, and legs were feline in nature. She tended to only be around during the cooler weather, showing up at the tail end of September and then leaving in mid-March, as her body was better adjusted for cooler climates, to tend to business at a few agencies she operated in other countries. On the first day while they filled out their work study paperwork, she offered them some insights about how to manage multiple agencies, travelling, and things like that, as well as talking to them about priorities in regards to rescue missions while they were working with her agency.

“Your priority is always, first and foremost, any civilians caught in a disaster,” she said, holding up a finger, “and after that, focus on any other Pros that have been caught in the disaster; especially in the circumstance of the disaster being caused by a villain and their Quirk. As Pros, we’re better equipped to handle dire situations for longer than a civilian can. When it comes to this particular line of Hero work, your focus is always going to be doing what you can to save people. Property damage and ass-pats from reporters will come secondary to that.” She reached up with one finger and poked at three long, jagged scars running down the side of her face, starting just an inch below her right eye and curving all the way down to the hinge of her jaw. Her blue eyes lit up with amusement and she flashed them a cheeky grin. “And trust me, if you do your job right, you’ll get lovely little warning signs like these ones here. Warns future villains just what kind of Hell you can unleash and puts the fear of your name in’em!”

Jirou had decided she liked her right then, but Snowdrift just kept providing reasons to enjoy working for her. Unlike with her time working under Genre Hopper, who treated her like a student and kept her on a tight leash, Snowdrift tended to let them take charge more often than not. She gave them their patrol routes, when they were scheduled, and let them take it from there. It was strange for she and Momo to have a Pro outside of their teachers put so much faith and trust in them. “You’re on the cusp of stepping into the business proper,” Snowdrift answered when they asked, skimming through a file they’d brought her and grinning as she did. While on patrol, they'd caught a small gaggle of bank robbers but needed her sign off regarding the arrest since they were still considered students. She tugged a pen out of one of the little pouches on her belt loop, clicked out the tip, and signed off easily. “I trust you understand what that means, or else you two wouldn’t still be in your program. You may still be students, but you aren’t children, so I’m not gonna treat you as such.” She had said, offering the file back over to them with a grin still in place.

For the first few weeks, they mostly dealt with basic patrols. But then they got a call; an unexpected snow storm had started up near a campground where a group of middle schoolers were having a class trip. Snowdrift yanked her thermal cape and clawed gloves on when they got the call before turning to face her staff. “Creati, Earphone Jack, Heat Wave and Earth Shaker, you’re coming with me in Squad 1! Page Editor, I want you to lead Squad 2 and see what kind of recon you can get for us!” she barked out, motioning the others to follow her.

“Yes ma’am,” Page Editor called back, giving a brief salute before turning to call over two other sidekicks to join him.

They headed out in an armored vehicle that had been designed to handle the tough terrain of backwoods and such, as well as being designed to house up to thirty disaster victims. They were within the camp site in a matter of minutes, with Snowdrift and Heat Wave leaping out the second they could see the site up ahead. The snow storm seemed to intensify as the two Heroes made their approach. Earth Shaker took the vehicle up to the site, turning it and backing it closer to the campsite. Jirou and Momo scrambled out with a few thermal blankets in their arms, flocking over to the students clustered around Heat Wave. His Quirk was that he could amplify his own internal temperature to reach high temperatures that he could then channel out through small spouts all over his arms and legs. The middle schoolers were all crowding around him, their teeth chattering as they held their hands up towards the warm air coming off of him.

“Here,” Jirou said, carefully pulling one thermal blanket from her arms and draping it over a nearby student.

“T-Thank you,” she choked out, offering a shaky smile. Jirou nodded, offering a small smile, before darting to help distribute the rest of the thermal blankets. Earth Shaker darted over and clenched her hands to move the ground hidden below the layers of snow, forcing them up and over to form a dirt tunnel. It helped to keep out the chill and keep in some of the heat that Wave was generating.

“Get them into the vehicle and situated immediately; they need to be warmed up something fierce. Page Editor, any word on where this is coming from?” Snowdrift directed, pausing to click the little head set hooked to her ear.

“Well, it’s one of those good news, bad news situations, boss,” Page Editor’s voice chimed over the channel, his voice a little distorted due to either distance or the weather conditions.

“I take it the good news is that you know what’s causing it. Or, rather, who is causing it, but I'm guessing that's also the bad news," she answered, one hand settling on her hip as a small sigh escaped her.

“Bingo. Looks like we’ve got a few of the League’s little lackeys causing this trouble,” he agreed.

Snowdrift let out a swear, kicking at some snow under her paws. “Just great! Anyone of particular note?”

“There’s the one creating this storm, who has been a bigger player for them for a while now. Looks like that lizard guy who has been running with them since early on is there, too, but other than that they’ve got three untested. Most likely just some bruiser-type lackeys here to play rough if we get too close,” Page Editor explained.

“Any indicators as to what kind of Quirks those three newbies are toting?”

“One of them looks like some kind of minotaur sort of guy; got the horns and a nose ring and everything. The other two just look like high school punks, but nothing too particular to pick up on with them from the distance I'm at. One of them seems real bothered by the cold, though, so that might give us something,”

Snowdrift hummed thoughtfully. “If the League is leading this charge, they have to be up to something. Editor, I want you to send word out to any other agencies in the area for back up. If you can get Hawks, Endeavor, or both of them on the line, they’d be preferred. They may be a showboater and a jackass respectively, but they’re effective and have experience dealing with the League,” she instructed before turning her attention back to her team. She motioned Momo and Kyoka towards her, leaning down a bit and keeping her eyes on the line of evacuating students. “If I had to wager a guess, the League is targeting at least one student here in specific. May be a kid with a particularly remarkable Quirk that they think would be of benefit to them.”

“So we’re going to have to get the kids out of here immediately, and prepare for the League to pursue,” Momo commented.

The older woman smirked and nodded. “Spot on. Heat Wave and Earth Shaker can manage well enough with the vehicle. The two of you have had some run-ins with the League of Villains before, yeah?” she prompted. They both nodded and her smirk widened. “Perfect. The plan is going to be that we hold them at bay. I’m pretty unperturbed by the colder temperature and the sleet, so I’ll see if I can’t dispatch the one making this flurry. I want you two to stay down here and keep the other members of their little posse from going after Wave and Shaker if they make their way down here.”

“Yes, ma’am!” they agreed eagerly.

She chuckled and nodded, moving to stand upright as the earth barrier began to crumble around them. “Take whatever measures you feel are necessary to incapacitate or nullify your opponents; I trust both of your judgment. Remember that your priorities are the civilians and each other, stay alert, and I know you’ll make those villains fear your names. Creati, Earphone Jack,” she said, offering a fond grin before she turned and tore off in the direction of where the heaviest of snow was plummeting down from.

It was less than five minutes later that the three rookie League members arrived.

There was the minotaur character that Editor had warned them about with either of the other two perched on a shoulder. They were both dressed in proper winter attire with wild hair and piercings. One of them had a neon green mohawk that had particularly stiff looking yellow streaks in it. If she wagered a guess, she thought those streaks might actually be something akin to spines since, unlike with just gelled hair, they were completely unfazed by the storm whipping around them. The other’s hair was long and composed of pastel shades of yellow, pink and blue in nonsensical patches. Despite the storm, their hair wasn’t tied back and whipped around them like a colorful flurry, somehow matching well with the manic grin and rusty pipe they were sporting.

“Well hello there, little heroes!” They shouted, hopping off the minotaur’s shoulder and beaming at them. Through their bangs, a pair of violet eyes with a black spiral pattern branching out from the pupil and intermingling with the hue of the iris were visible.

“Who are you calling little?” Kyoka scoffed, carefully moving her feet to be better grounded.

“You don’t seem to be any other than us,” Momo agreed with a small frown of her own.

The villain sneered at them, eyes fixating on the taller of the pair as they responded. “I may be the same age, but I’m nothing like you idiots! I know what the world is really like and I’m ready to tear the status quo of this shitty world to ribbons!”

The other rookie shifted, nudging the minotaur with the heel of their boot. Minotaur seemed to understand the unspoken request and reached out to help them slip down carefully. “Hey, Kie, can we hurry this up? I can’t stand it out here!” they whined out loudly, pitch rising and dragging out their words at the tail end.

Kie, as they were called, snorted and glared at their associate. “Ugh, what kind of man are you, Suoh? So fucking annoying!” they shouted back. They then indicated Minotaur with the flail of one arm. “You don’t see Oda whining like a little bitch! Your sorry ass could stand to take some points from him!”

“Oda doesn’t talk in general. And like you’re one to talk about acting your gender. You’re supposed to be a polite young lady and instead you’ve got a mouth on you that could make an inmate blush,” Suoh groused back quietly, shuddering as he hunched his shoulders in on himself. While the two of them argued, Jirou stole a glance at Yaomomo. The other met her gaze before glancing between the pair, staring particularly at Suoh, and then at Kie purposefully. The two of them had gotten so good at working together that barely a word needed to be exchanged.

She shifted her earlobes down towards her amps discreetly, keeping her eyes trained on them. Oda, as the minotaur man was called, seemed preoccupied with watching his associates as they bickered, the pair ready to come to blows. Kie suddenly jolted to attention and whipped to face them, the black spirals of their eyes turning. “Oda, it’s play time!” she squealed excitedly while pointing at Momo.

Oda perked up before letting out a low snort and running around his associates and heading straight for her. Momo barely had enough time to conjure up a shield for herself before the other was ramming his long, jagged horns towards her. He hit with enough force to dent the shield and send her skidding back through the snow a few paces before she managed to get enough grounded to shove him back and dart over towards Jirou. “Earphone, now!” she shouted as she rushed toward her.

“Cover your ears, boys!” Kie shrieked with manic glee before clamping her hands down over her own just as Jirou’s earlobes connected with the amp. The two did as she said as a loud, rattling sound wave came from her. They didn’t have protective gear that would keep them completely safe, but the forewarning the other had given them certainly helped. When the sound wave died away, Oda shook his head with a small huff, his large ears flicking in irritation. “Pretty shitty that I know what you’re planning to do, huh?” the young villain goaded, cocking her head at them.

“Earphone, I’m pretty sure that-!” Creati started to say between small pants.

“Bingo, sweetie! You’re on the right track!” she mused happily, tapping at her temple.

Suoh rolled his eyes. “Your Quirk isn’t hard to figure out once you start using it,” he groused at her. He then reached up to grab at the stiffer portions of his hair, snapping it and producing a long spike. A part of Jirou was proud to know that her guess had been correct, but her eyes flickered back over to the female. They knew what all three of their Quirks were, now, which did a lot, but that girl, Kie… She posed a very different kind of threat.

It was clear she had some kind of mind reading Quirk. The moving black swirls in her eyes seemed to be an indicator of when she was using it, but they still had no idea what the limitations were on it. How long could she keep that up for? And how far was the reach for it? Was it like Aizawa-Sensei’s Quirk, where she had to have her eyes on the target? Or could she focus on multiple targets at once? She stole a glance over at Momo and could see she was staring Kie down as well. Her brows were knit in frustration, a clear indicator that she was thinking very hard about something.

Kie cocked her head again at Yaoyorozu, letting out a small amused puff. “Do you really think that just reciting your homework over and over will work to beat out my Quirk? You’ll have to think about what you’re doing soon enough, you stupid little bitch,” she growled out lowly, smacking her lead pipe down hard in her other palm.

Jirou’s eyes widened a bit as she looked between her partner and the villains. Momo was painting a target on herself specifically to get them some more answers. From this, Jirou could deduce that she could only handle one target at a time. After all, she’d been focused on Momo from the minute they’d shown up and only took action when, presumably, the other was thinking about their strategy. This must mean that they had some amount of intel about what to expect, had known that one of Creati’s greatest strengths was her ability to strategize. If they took that ability away from her, though, they could try to back them into a corner.

She was snapped from her musings when Oda charged at her, narrowly avoiding him by dodge-rolling off to the side. Oda stood between she and Momo now, head dipped as he readied for another charge. Behind him, she could see Kie’s form making a mad dash from Momo, Suoh moving to join her. She’d been expecting the divide and conquer approach to be the method they picked, given there was more of them with Snowdrift trying to get the other member of their team. So, Jirou thought with a growl, she’d need to get this guy out of the way as quickly as possible to even the odds. Her gaze flicked over to the twitching bull ears on his head. She needed to test her theory to see if it was plausible.

As she dodged two more lunges from the minotaur, she managed to change the settings on the left boot speaker. With that done, she slipped one earlobe into it and sent out a sound current, though this was of a slightly higher frequency. She had tinkered with the idea of finding ways to adjust the pitch of her sound waves to diversify her fighting style a bit. Up until the thought occurred to her, she’d mostly just relied on the volume of the sound to get the job done. She watched as the other’s ears twitched frantically before he shook his head, dark eyes sparking bright with anger.

With that theory tested and proven, she knew how to get him down.

It was a struggle to adjust her setting after that. It seemed he had realized that she was looking for something to exploit to beat him. If it came to a matter of physical strength alone, he’d wipe the floor with her in seconds. And if he kept her playing the dodge game, she wouldn’t be able to enact her plan. She managed to get a few more sound waves off to at least disorient him a bit to try and get the settings up higher, to a more grating level.

But then she heard the distinct thump of metal making contact with skin and stole a glance over just in time to see Momo's form slumping toward the ground. Oda took the chance to rush her again, a snort from him snapping her back to focus. She twisted to move away, but was a step too late, the jagged tip of his horn colliding with the hinge of her jaw and dragging along the bone up to her chin. She had to bite her tongue hard to keep from crying out as her skin was sliced through, the sensation of bone on bone with how deep in he'd gotten agonizing. She spun and hit the ground, taking in a shuddering wheeze as she watched blood pour steadily to paint the snow beneath her, fingers digging into the slish for some kind of support. If she fell over then she'd definitely be done for. He snorted again, moving behind her slightly, but she seized the chance she'd been given.

She whipped around and chucked a sizable stone hidden beneath the snow at him, catching him in the eye and causing him to stumble back with a feral shout. With her other hand, she adjusted the settings one final time, then let out the loudest of the sound waves she could produce. She'd approached Kouda once to ask about ways to ward off animals outside of just volume of a sound. He had suggested she take frequency into account as well, since there were pitches that only animals could hear and that would distress them.

Smug satisfaction coursed through her as the villain stumbled back with a furious shout, reaching up to clamp his hands down over his ears. She took the chance to dart towards him, leaping and digging the heel of her boot right into his head. He hit the ground hard, going as far as trying to burrow his head into the snow to escape the sound, and she gave another two firm kicks to his head.

When he went limp, she whipped around and rushed towards where Momo had been fighting off the other two. Kie had her back to her, lead pipe raised to strike again, and Jirou threw herself into her. She looped her arms around the other's stomach and tossed her aside with all her strength. She hit the ground and went tumbling a few feet away with a series of displeased swears. Jirou whipped around to locate the third one, Suoh, before a jabbing pain seared into her right side. Her body tensed as she glanced down, seeing the villain in question kneeling before her, two of his quills piercing clean through Jirou.

His chest was heaving and blood was dripping from his left temple. His right ankle was also clearly cracked, the foot itself tilted at an odd angle with gore and bone peeking out. The wrist of the hand twisting the quills into her side was also red and looked swollen, while the left arm was wrapped around his own stomach, clearly trying to soothe some kind of ache as he took in laboured breaths.

Momo had clearly given them Hell before they got her down.

She seized his bad wrist to wretch his grip off the quills and yank him to the side, eliciting a pained shout from him, and slammed the hand speaker on her other hand into the side of his face. She made sure to aim for where she'd seen the blood and swallowed hard when he went limp from the blow. She then turned around, yanking out the quills in her side and lashed out with them. She clipped Kie in the face with them as the other approached.

"You bitch!" Kie screeched, stumbling back a step before making a mad charge at her again.

Jirou anticipated it and braced herself for the impact, the two of them tumbling into the snow in a mess of limbs flailing to land blows. She kept her grip on the quills and managed to pierce one through her attacker's hand, who retaliated by elbowing her in the wound along her jazz. Her vision went white for a split second at the searing pain but she reminded herself that she couldn't give up.

For Momo's sake, she couldn't let this little monster take her down.

They grappled briefly, both worn out from the fight, but Jirou managed to get behind the other and wrap an arm firmly around her neck. "Y-You gonna kill me, Hero?" Kie sneered, clawing at her arm frantically. She dug her nails in hard enough to break the skin, leaving jagged bleeding marks in her wake.

"Putting you down for a fucking nap, you overgrown toddler!" she snapped back, pulling back with more force and using her other arm to help her maintain the hold and pressure. Kie squirmed and thrashed for a little longer, but her movements slowed until she was limp. Jirou shoved her aside, watching her roll face first into the ground. She swallowed hard and the taste of copper tickled the back of her throat.

But, she noted as she took to her feet shakily, the snowstorm had died down. She hobbled her way over to Momo, her movements languid as her the adrenaline coursing in her veins started to dwindle. She fell to her knees beside the other's prone form, cautiously reaching towards her to guide her from her side to her back. There was blood on the side of her head and trickling down the side of her face, as well as some smaller defensive wounds on her arms. Ultimately, though, it was clear she'd been doing well against both opponents until they landed that head blow. She was still breathing, too, which had her breathing much easier herself.

"Little miracles make all the difference," she panted softly, reaching out to gently grip one of Momo’s hands in her own. She then reached up to tap at her headset with her free hand. "Earphone Jack to Snowdrift. Come in, Snowdrift."

There was static for a moment before a small click. "Snowdrift in. How are things on your end, Earphone Jack, Creati?" The Pro's breathing was labored but she sounded pretty composed other than that.

"The three here have been knocked out for easier arrest. Creati and I took a good beating though," she managed to get out, shaking her head as spots started to appear in her vision. She hoped her words didn't sound as slurred to Snowdrift as they did to her. "Creati took a hard blow to the head and is unconscious. I've got a lot of blood loss from some puncture wounds."

"Earphone Jack, I can barely understand you. Are you okay?" Snowdrift asked, voice becoming stiff with concern.

"Lots of blood," she managed to wheeze out, body sagging slightly.

"Wait, blood? Is it yours and Creati's?" she asked frantically. "Shit! Page Editor's on his way down! Hawks, get your sorry ass down there, too! Earphone Jack, stay with me! Keep talking until they get there!"

Jirou tried to open her mouth to answer, but the exhaustion that had been creeping in became too much. She felt her body slump into the snow, barely registering the whine she released as cold snow jabbed into the gouge on her jaw.

"Earphone Jack? Earphone? Damnit, Jirou Kyoka, answer me!"

#crumbles grumbles #MomoJirou #my fics #TW: Violence #TW: Blood #TW: Gore #This was fun but was also challenging #Because I am so meh at fight scenes x3

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A Christmas Story(Part 1)

In my youth I was a popular man. Thanks to my prowess in hunting, none questioned my leadership. A single hunting trip could often take weeks, as we stalked a herd of mammoth in pursuit of its warm fur, and the months of food it could provide. Together with my partner, the great wolf Hercules, no prey was safe from us, nor could any child resist my excellent mammoth stew. Apart from hunting, one of my great joys was the care of the children, whom I would bounce on my knee and tell the tallest tales I could imagine, and gift them the bones of creatures I found interesting.

I still remember the year of my journey. My village was eagerly awaiting the end of winter, when the cold mists would fade and give way to a warmer sun, and the mammoth migration provided the food necessary for next years harsh cold. But this year, there were no spring months. No warm wind blowing from the south, driving the critters out of their burrows and into our waiting arms. The mists continued to roll across the land. No mammoth migration offered itself for the hunt.

This last cause, the lack of our faithful prey, was what drove the council’s decision. And so, a month after the sun had failed to shine, the village finished preparations and began a long journey south, to an unknown location. A leap of faith to better lands.

It was a harsh journey. No one would ever choose to travel during winter, had they a choice. We were beginning to feel hunger pangs, the results living off of what our wolfs could dig from a shallow burrow in the snow. Lemmings were the main course of every meal.

A week into the journey, the quartermaster announced that there was a basket of food missing. The council posted guards and thought nothing of it. But when food continued to vanish consistently, day after day, frustration grew within the camp. It was a hard enough journey without a thief sabotaging our efforts! The guards were punished without supper, and new ones posted, but the food continued to vanish.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. As a hunter, I had mastered the art of sleeping alertly, getting rest while my senses remained fine tuned to every change in the environment. It was a habit I had learned from long hours studying the reindeer, and how it evades even the swiftest hunter’s spear.

And so I was resting when I saw the elf. I did not know he was anything more than human when I first caught sight of him. About three feet tall, treading lightly on the snow, the little boy slowly approached our cart. I took a moment to observe him before attacking, a strategy I had also learned from the hunting. The elf was wearing an unusual pointed hat which covered its ears, and single garment for his torso and legs. Around his neck was a black collar. A very strange attire indeed.

The second he was close enough, I lashed out for him with my hand, aiming for the neck. Only rabbits were quick enough to evade this attack, yet the boy dodged it with ease, leaving only his hat in my grasp. My last glimpse was of him racing towards the snow-covered woods to the north, pointy ears waving in the air.

The next day I reported the incident to the council, suggesting a scout be sent to follow the thief. They were as disgusted as I was that bandits would mistreat a boy so much as to mutilate his ears, and unanimously permitted me to give pursuit.

Hercules, after giving the hat a thorough sniff, led me north for half a day, through deep snow and tall forests. I was very astonished when we found the pointy eared boy still running. How could he maintain a pace at such a young age? Notching an arrow, I aimed and yelled for the elf to halt. He did.

I queried him about his ears, attire, and collar, but he seemed incapable of giving me an answer, only flapping his mouth silently and waving his arms in gestures. Finally, I assumed he was mute and asked him to lead me to the men who had given him the collar. His face lit up, and gesturing enthusiastically he ran forward, leaving Hercules and I to catch up.

Towards the evening when the sun grew low in the sky, we came to the edge of a steep slope, at the bottom of which lay the prison camp. There were tents in it. No caretakers, no fires. The only thing that lay at the bottom of the incline were golden cages. At least 15 separate cages, all large enough for 10 men each, and stuffed to the brim with… it was now that I realized that my little guide must be an elf. And so were the many prisoners down there in the snow.

Throwing caution to the wind, I rushed down into the valley and up to one of the cages. My guide remained in the trees at the top of the slope. The prisoners silently crowded towards me as I began to examine the bars for a way out, but the cages had no door. I had no idea as to how the elves had been imprisoned in the first place, but if they existed, then so did magic, and anything was possible. The whole time, the prisoners didn’t make a sound.

Before I had departed on the mission, I had been working on a bone carving for the children. This I gave to the imprisoned elf closest to me, to comfort herself with the trinket. The little girl desperately snatched it from my hand. Blue sparks flew, and the little elf materialized next to me, outside of the cage.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken. Mist formed in the air, chilling me to the core. The winter in my homeland can freeze you to the bone, but this cold seemed to penetrate my very soul. The rest of the prisoners cowered towards the center of their cages, and beside me, the rescued elf clung to my leg while Hercules began to growl.

And finally, the villain makes his entrance. He appeared in the center of the clearing, darkness there coalescing until the vague shadow of a person could be seen. A chilling laugh filled the world, seeming to resound deep in my head.

“You?” the voice hissed, coming from seemingly nowhere. The dark figure rushed forwards, stopping inches in front of my face. I stumbled backwards and fumbled for my bow, but my fingers were clumsy with the cold and it fell to the ground. The being laughed hysterically.

“Is this the being that will challenge my reign? You’ve only just used magic, how can you hope to challenge a being as powerful as I? And here I thought I would need effort to survive till the First Coming.”

It goes without saying that I was terrified. However, around my leg I could feel the poor little elf grasping me in horror, and I had to be strong to protect her. So I didn’t move. My mouth didn’t seem to work, so I didn’t move that either. I could only stand there, and pray for a miracle.

There was a mighty snarl, and Hercules hurled himself at the thing. It’s laughter seemed to only increase. The being gestured, and tendrils flew out of the things body and attacked the wolf, seeming to sink into his skin on a level deeper than merely physical. “No!” I yelled, rushing forward as Hercules fell to the ground. I am ashamed to admit that I forgot about the elf. Hercules groaned and whined as he writhed. Grabbing his head in my hands, I gasped as the Darkness entered me.

Such a horrible feeling. I can only assume it was a glimpse into the demons very consciousness. Such horrible suffering, and such malice it contained. Sadness, resentment, greed, lust and pride were enlaced throughout the being, and above all, the most evil wish to spread the suffering with all that it encountered.

However, the Demon did not count on one simple fact. This was my dog.

As I felt the darkness creeping from Hercules into me, I took a deep breath and reminded myself why I loved the wolf. I remembered the day Hercules was found, when he had stumbled into the camp as a blind and helpless pup. The many weeks I spent training him, neglecting my duties as a son, to prove to the tribe that another wolf would be worth the extra food. The day Hercules had caught his first kill, the pride I had felt, the Love.

I took control of that incredible Love, and sent it into my wolf.

The Demon’s malicious chuckling stopped abruptly, as suddenly part of Hercules’s body began to glow with a mysterious white light, pushing out the darkness. More tendrils lashed onto the wolf, and the Darkness resumed progress, pushing out my light. My soul grew weak, even though I called on all my strength. Sometimes even our best isn’t enough.

Then there was a hand on my shoulder, and a sudden gasp. I glanced to the side to see the elf I had rescued, her eyes closed intently, and the carved bone in her hand glowing with the same light as my wolf. Behind her, my guide held her hand, which was also gleamed. I felt more love pour out from the little elves into me, fueling my inner fire. The Darkness began receding again. The Demon appeared to be breathing heavily.

With a mighty yell, I forced my last reserves of strength into the battle. There was a blinding flash of light, and then consciousness fled.

#Christmas #Fantasy #serial #santa claus #TalesFromGringolandia

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