#how to wrap and locate a pallet but i just could not fucking set aside the brain capacity and patience needed to do that so i had

[bunnyb34r]

Always feel so bad when I get irritated at having to show NewLady how to do something (usually for the 2nd... or 3rd.. or 5th time) bc I understand not grasping it the first time and we dont have formal training but like write it down man 😭 like that's what several of us have done when we started out until we got the hang of it

And it's like I know she wont learn if I keep just doing it for her but sometimes by god is it just so much less painful for me to do it myself and have her go do something else bc holy shit

[petri808]

Everything Changes in a Flash

Psych!  You don’t need to wait two days.  

that gif is too adorable! @deku-smash​

Guess who!  It’s your secret Santa!  @diablothecat

​Didn’t wanna wait any longer to give this to you lol.  @kuroshironekoserver

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I tried doing the Sengen ship but that was difficult since I don’t know them, so you get a Bakudeku BNHA/Dr. Stone crossover idea instead lol.  Frankly, I surprised myself, I kinda like this one.  Enjoy ;) 

Today was the day Izuku was gonna do it.  High school was almost over, and before they may scatter to the four winds, he needed to tell Katsuki everything.  It didn’t matter if he was turned down or not, at least he’d know the answer.  Well, of course it would hurt worse than breaking every bone in his body if Katsuki rejects him, but injuries heal in time.  That’s what he’ll tell himself, anyways.  

Thirteen years brought to a single moment in time, the last four struggling to cope with the realization Katsuki was more than just a childhood friend in his eyes, but a romantic crush in his heart.  It seemed, once he was no longer in the other’s shadow, Izuku’s true feelings found the strength to grow.  Katsuki…. Kaachan… a childhood nickname, turned secret endearment.  Every time he said it, the name brought a smile to his lips and an aching joy to his soul.  

“What’d ya want nerd?”

The pacing young man freezes as the voice of his unrequited sounds off behind him.  Every nerve sets off ricocheting signals along his skin as he uses all of his reserve to keep from setting off his quirk.  He turns on his heel in an abrupt motion.  

“Bakugou,” Izuku runs his hand shakily through his hair, “thank you for coming.”

“I got your note to meet by the old clubhouse,” he holds up a crumpled piece of paper.  “This better be good that I had to come all the way over here.”

‘Just breathe,’ Izuku reminds himself, ‘and stick to the script!’  He takes a couple of steps towards the broken-down shack they once called their hangout.  Well Bakugou’s hangout really, he was a nuisance to the blonde back then, always following him and his friends around.  The structure of old crates and worn pallet wood had mostly come apart, but the tree it was attached to still stood strong, and larger than he’d remembered.  

Izuku runs his hand along the bark, “do you remember this?”

Katsuki’s eyes narrow in on the old, skewed words carved into the tree trunk.  He moves in closer, close enough to Izuku that the heat radiating off the other man’s body makes his arm hairs stand on end.  His hand reaches out on impulse to follow Izuku’s hand movements, cutting off inches before it touches.  He pulls it back.

“Tch, yeah, what of it?”  Katsuki averts his eyes to the shack, a slight trepidation in his tone.  Izuku had carved their names onto the wood after they graduated primary school.  A show of their friendship, the boy had called it at the time, that would last as long as that tree stood firm.  Back then Katsuki had scoffed and never took it seriously.  So, this mouse of a boy idolized him, no surprise, a lot of the boys wanted to be his friend.  Fast forward to high school and that boy was now a young man on par with him.  Different yet equal in terms of strength and drive.  Katsuki had to admit to himself, the nerd had grown on him.

“I…”

Izuku opens his mouth to talk when a strange thud catches his attention.  Both men look down to find a stone bird lying near Katsuki’s feet.  That was odd, Izuku tips his head curiously, it was the second one he’d found that morning.  He looks up just as another one falls, landing a few feet away.

“What the hell is that?!” Katsuki growls.  He stomps over to this second bird and picks it up, turning it over in his hands.  “Is the sky raining statues?”  Though from where in cloudless skies?  

The gears in Izuku’s mind turns, analyzing the situation.  Was there a quirk causing this, another mad scientist?  Could it be a villain sending bombs disguised as bird statues?  They’d grown to be wary and careful now that their names were all over the news.  But nothing was making a whole lot of sense and very quickly, the carefully scripted afternoon was thrown out the window.  Katsuki himself was scanning the surrounding areas, his own sensibilities on high alert because of the strangeness of the event.

“You know…” as Izuku looks closer at the bird, “I don’t think this is just a statue…”  The details were almost too realistic to be made of sculpted concrete or stone.  He takes the second one from Katsuki and notices finer nuances that clearly make these two “statues” very different despite being the same species of bird.  “In fact…”

“What is that?!”  The blinding flash of light grabs their attention from a distance.  Now what is it?!  Katsuki turns quickly as if to take off in that direction, but not Izuku, something was seriously wrong!  A gale of wind funnels through the grove like a shock wave.  Birds take flight from the trees, only to start dropping one by one around them as stones. The light, something in the light was causing this.  It was growing brighter by the millisecond and heading in their direction!

There was no time to hesitate.

Izuku activates his blackwhip quirk and grabs Katsuki, pinning him against the tree.  The man growls and screams to be let go, but Izuku didn’t care, only wrapping the man tighter in its dark form.  He could barely hear Katsuki anymore above the whirring sound barreling towards them.  Without thinking and placing all his energy into his quirk, Izuku uses his body to shield Katsuki as best he can from whatever this light was about to do to them.

The light bathes them in its yellow hold of, no pain… Izuku remarks at first, but soon, the sensation in his feet starts to fade.  He couldn’t feel his feet!  His eyes widen, panicked!  How was he to protect his friend if he loses the ability to control his quirk?!  It was too dangerous to turn around to check on his friend, but he could hear Katsuki cussing up a storm.  Loud booms echo from the nearby areas.  From what little he can see, Izuku watches in horror as one than two airplanes crash into the ground and send billowing plumes of smoke rising into the air.  One of them was precariously close to the dam!  New cracking sounds funnel through the forest.  Izuku side eyes the stream running past them.  Oh no!    

“Grab onto the tree!”  Izuku shouts as the petrification reaches his torso.  “Bakugou, grasp onto the tree!!!”

“Why the fuck would I?!”

“Just do it!!”

It was the last words he could utter as the petrification completes its mission.  

Silence…. from Katsuki.  As the wall of water hits and washes him down stream, all Izuku can do is hope that his friend had finally listened to him.

Time.

How much of it had gone by?  Weeks, Years?  He had no clue.  Was there anyone left alive?  Living in a dark world behind stone eyelids, the only thing Izuku could do was think.  It was tough, wondering what had happened.  If any of their friends or family had survived.  Exactly what was he anyways?  Was he still alive and trapped in a stone body?  Or was it just his consciousness refusing to give in, with his body long dead.  The only thing that kept him from giving in to a deep sleep was his love for Katsuki.  If his mind was still alive, then by hell or back he was going to stay conscious!

Wait.  That’s strange, Izuku wonders one day.  Something about his body felt, lighter.  If that was the right word for it.  He still couldn’t move, see, or sense anything, and yet… what if he tried to…

Crack.

The faintest light strikes his vision.  Vision?!  Was the petrification finally wearing off?  Izuku wills his mind to push the body he hopes is still viable.  

Crack.

More light filters through, blinding like when you walk out of a dark movie theater into the bright lobby. Unable to shield himself from its glare, he refocuses on the mission and pushes again.  

Shatter!

Izuku falls to his knees amongst the pile of his broken stone shell.  He was free!  Alive!  He raises his hands up, gazing upon them in disbelief.  He was alive!  A drip falls on his head and he reaches up, finding a smear of something gooey.  He brings it to his nose and smells, shit?  Eww!  He wipes his hand quickly on a piece of stone.  Wait!  His smell is back!  Sight, smell, touch.  It was all real!  

The light source from the entrance was minimal, but he takes in more of the scene.  A cave with bats, hence the guano.  Apparently, he’d been washed into a cave.  Drips of water from the ceiling.  This location was partially underground and shielded him from the elements.  Guano…. Right!  Hydrogen and phosphate are high in acidity!  Could it have mixed with the water and over the years eroded away the stone?!  But, even if that was the case, it must have taken years for the process to happen.  Izuku’s shoulders slump.  His luck had been great that he’d been washed into a place that fixed him.  Now he needed to see if he could fix his friend too.

After leaving the cave, Izuku pauses a moment to take in the warmth of the sun’s rays.  Man, it was nice to feel heat again!  All those years of darkness and inactivity made the light hurt his eyes, but it was a minor inconvenience.  He shields his eyes from the glare, and it was only in that moment that he realized…. He was stark naked!  “Crap!” Izuku covers his mouth after letting out a swear word.  Something to clothe himself with just shot straight to number one on the priority list.  

The brush surrounding the cave was dense.  It appeared that the forest had overtaken the land once humans were no longer around to control it.  He pushes his way through, careful not to scrape against anything and risk injury.  If he were to hurt himself now, he would be really screwed.  “Ahhh!”  Izuku kicks a hard surface and trips over it.  “Oww!”  

Crack!

“Huh?”  He scrambles to his feet as more cracking resounds.  

“What… happened?”  The voice moans out, groggy like waking from a long sleep.  

Another human!  Izuku drops and crawls forward, pushing aside more vegetation that was covering the person.  “Todoroki?!”  Of all the people to run into!  

“Midoriya?”  The man sits up with his old friends help, “why am I naked on the ground?  And why are you naked too?”

Izuku blushes, “don’t you remember what happened?  The bright light turned us all to stone.  I don’t know how you ended up here, but I’m guessing that your proximity to the cave and water eroded the stone away like it did for me.  My kicking you cracked it and freed you.”

“I don’t understand the bit about the cave, but…” Shoto goes silent for a moment, “I was with my dad when the dam broke and that’s all I remember.”  He looks up at his friend, “so, you’re saying we were turned to stone?  Why?  How long ago was this?”

“I have no idea,” Izuku shrugs, “it happened too fast for any of us to know what caused it, but based on the overgrowth of the forest, it’s been a few centuries.”

Shoto stares at the man, “centuries?”  Izuku nods.  “That’s unfortunate.”

Izuku sits down beside his friend and runs his hand through his hair.  “At least there’s one thing we know, it’s that the stone can be broken and a person freed.  We were lucky it happened naturally for us, but if we want to help others, we’d need to speed up the process.”

“It’s amazing, Midoriya, you just woke up from a stone prison and the first thing on your mind is still to help others.”

“We’ll of course!” Izuku blushes but affirms his belief with a raised fist and determination in his eyes.  “If it turns out a villain was behind this, it’s our duty as pros to save as many as we can.”  And it was true to his self-less nature, he wanted to help who he could, but there was really one person he wanted to free over all of them.

That finally brings a small smile and shake of his head from Shoto.  “Any idea how to speed up the process?”

“If I’m remembering chemistry class, fermenting or rotting fruit contain traces of alcohol, mixed with the hydrogen and phosphate laced water, it could speed up the process of corroding the stone.”  

Shoto sticks out a hand to Izuku, “then let’s get started.”

For the next six months, the pair work to set up lodging and create the bare necessities for survival.  They’d been lucky to have awoken during the late spring, when the temperature was climbing, but soon enough they’d have to deal with winter.  With the use of their quirks, foraging and hunting wild game came easy enough, and with meat came the hides and skins for clothing.  Neither of the two men had any experience roughing it in the wild, but somehow, they made-due under the circumstances.

Whenever they had a chance, they gathered fruits to ferment, and stored them in a makeshift hot box near the cave to speed up the process.  Searching the area was another downtime activity.  Very little of the terrain could be figured out based on what they remembered of their time, too many trees and brush had reclaimed the area, and landslides or other natural phenomena had altered things even more.  Area’s they were sure once contained buildings and homes built of metal and wood had long since deteriorated.  

As for people, within the first week, Izuku had found Katsuki still stuck to the tree.  Izuku had breathed a sigh of relief to see that the man had actually listened for once and was gripping to the bark.  Vines had partially covered the stone edifice, but overall, the man was in one piece.  It was rare, but they found others, some broken beyond repair, but a handful of more still intact.  They made a note of the locations so that once they were able to solidify their formula, they could bring them back to life.  

And they tried.  Using stone birds as test subjects, the pair worked and reworked different combinations of the ingredients.  

“If only we could find Mina,” Izuku tiredly remarks, as he drops into a cross-legged position on the cave floor.  “Her acid quirk would come in really handy.”

“We’ll find her one day,” Shoto places a hand on his friend’s shoulder.  “We’ll keep looking until we find our friends and family.”  He sits down, “but, I’ve been thinking, that we should be careful about who we bring back to life, I wouldn’t want to bring a villain back to life or anyone we know is a bad person.”

Izuku rubs his chin, “that is true.  It’s something we can assess as we go along.”  He didn’t like to think about the negatives, and frankly he was mostly concerned about Katsuki.  “Shoto, do you remember where Momo was at the time of the incident?”

That brings a rare blush to the man’s face, “She was supposed to still be at the dorms.”

“Yosh!  Then we need to figure out where UA used to be.  That’ll be one of our missions!”

Shoto chuckles.  He knew what his friend was alluding to.  “Plus, we may find others there as well.”

Winter came and went, bringing a burgeoning supply of water leaching through the cave’s ceiling. That was great for the two men, who in anticipation had made dozens of clay pots to catch the drippings with.  Izuku held out hope that now almost a year since they’d been freed, they were close to a break-through.  That last couple of test subjects had almost seemed promising, with the stone chipping away, but unfortunately not cracking.

One day, as Shoto was out hunting for dinner, Izuku had finished another distilled serum.  He places a bird on a flat stone-like table and pours a small amount of the mixture over it.  At first, the liquid simply runs over the hard stone, just like every other failed time.  But then, as he turns away to close the jar holding the serum, he hears a tiny noise, and as he looks over his shoulder, tiny cracks begin to spiderweb along the stones surface.  His eyes widen, surprised, excited!  It was working!  Izuku quickly grabs a makeshift wooden crate and places it over the bird, moments before the stone shatters.  He couldn’t let it get away, not before Shoto had returned.  Through the stick bars, it was clear the bird looked exactly as it should.  A bit panicked no doubt, confused from waking up and being stuck in a cage, but it was alive!  It was a miracle but being a nerd had finally paid off!  

“Todoroki!” Izuku shouts and waves as he sees the man walking back up to their home.  “it worked!  The latest serum worked!”

“That’s amazing,” Shoto smiles and drops the bundle of small game he’d collected.  He walks up to the cage, peering down at the bird.  “No side effects?”

Izuku shakes his head.  “Seems completely normal.”  He lifts the cage and they watch the bird fly away.  “See?”  Inside he was screaming with excitement.  All these years trapped, all the months working towards this moment.  “We can really save people Todoroki…” his voice trails out, quiet, pondering as if that was a new emotion.  Where once they would risk their lives to protect from harm, now they had the power to bring them back to life.  Including his Kaachan.  

“We’ll start with the ones we know, so they can help us too,” Shoto places a hand upon his friend’s shoulder, “but first, I’m sure there’s one in particular you’d like to revive.”  He smirks, “go, I’ll be working on dinner.”  With a last squeeze of his hand, Shoto walks away.

Kaachan…

“But wait!” Izuku turns quickly and calls after his friend.  “Momo too needs…”

“Midoriya, we haven’t found her yet.  You know where Bakugou is, go and heal him.”

“I promise Todoroki, we’ll find her next!”

“I know.”  Shoto smiles and turns back towards the hut.

As he stood there face to face with the man, he held dearest in all the world, his hands were shaking so badly it would be a miracle if Izuku didn’t crush the clay vial he held.  That would be a real pity with just the one dose left until they could make more.  Draped over his arm, he brought some clothing that should fit Katsuki, a small knapsack of food, and a flask of water.  

Fear and doubt creep over him as they did that fateful day so long ago.  What if Katsuki rejected what he had to say?  With the rest of the world asleep or long dead, there wouldn’t be many options for a long time to find another love.  Izuku closes his eyes in resolve, it didn’t matter.  He needed to free Katsuki from the stone prison that held him, it was the right thing to do.

He places the belongings on the ground and goes to work freeing his friend from the confines of vines and other vegetation that had collected around the man’s body.  ‘You kept him safe,’ he runs his hand along the tree bark, ‘thank you.’

Now the only thing holding Katsuki to the tree was the man’s stone fingers still gripped to the knotty bark.  If Izuku tried to move them, he risked breaking them.  He’ll just have to leave Katsuki in place and catch the man as he falls, but luckily the distance is only a couple of feet.  Here goes nothing!  With the help of his blackwhip quirk, the vial is taken and poured over Katsuki.  Izuku watches with bated breath as the viscous liquid covers the stone man from head to toe.      

Slowly cracks begin appearing, just as they did on the bird, then.  

Shatter!  Followed by a familiar growl.  

On impulse, Izuku had shielded himself from raining stone, but that also meant Katsuki had fallen on his own to the ground.  He whips his head back to the tree to see the man already getting to his feet.  Izuku blushes hard at the naked adonis and quickly averts his eyes to the sky.

“Somebody better explain what the hell has gone on!  I feel like I was stuck in some dark ass void forever!”

“Y-You were, Bakugou.  We were frozen for centuries in stone.”

“What!!”  He notices the pile of broken rubble around him.  “Then how’d I get unfrozen??”

“After breaking through, I figured out how to reverse it.  I’m sorry it took me longer to free you!  I worked as fast as I could.  He-here,” he picks up the clothes and such, handing it to the man, all the while keeping his gaze elsewhere, “right now only you, I, and Shoto are alive.”

“Tch, figures half and half is alive,” Katsuki snatches the clothes from Izuku and starts putting them on.  “So now what?”

“W-well, so, the world as we know it is gone.  The forest has reclaimed everything.  We’ve got a shelter built, created things we need to survive, and have been working on making more of this reverse serum to save others.”

“Oh.” Katsuki tears into a dried piece of meat.  “Why is it just the three of us?”

Izuku tenses up and nervously rubs he back of his neck.  “Speaking of that, you’re actually the first we’ve used the serum on because…. Before this all happened, do you remember how I had asked you to meet me by the tree?”

“Yeah, so what of it.”

“I have something I’ve been wanting to tell you, well, for a long time, and I just couldn’t do it because I was so scared of how you would react.  Then the whole disaster happened, and I thought I’d never get the chance, but now I do.  So, I chose you to be the first to be freed so I could even though...”

“Goddamnit nerd!  Stop rambling and get it out already!

“I’m in love with you!” Izuku shouts back at the top of his lungs, before choking and his voice dying away into a croak.  “Kaachan, I’m in love with you and I’m sure you don’t feel the same way, but I just needed to get it off my chest.  If you don’t want to stick around, I’ll…” his shoulders slump with a sigh, “I’ll understand, but you’re welcome to stay with us.”

“Are you done?”

Izuku nods.

Katsuki walks up and grasps Izuku’s chin hard, tilting it up, and forcing the shorter young man to look at him.  “I fucking hate you sometimes nerd…” he grins, “but I love your stupid ass more.”

“What?!”  This is not the reaction Izuku had expected!

“Just fucking deal with it!” Katsuki kisses Izuku hard and rough on the lips, just like his personality, then swiftly releases the man, who stumbles backwards and barely keeps his footing.  “Come on nerd, we ain’t got time to waste tap dancing in the forest.”  He grabs Izuku’s hand and starts dragging him towards the closest path he sees.  “So, where’s this shack of yours?”

“R-Right!” Izuku falls inline, still flustered but beaming from ear to ear.  He had his Kaachan again.  

And as they walk back to camp, the young man took stock of their lives.  Cut down in the beginning of their pro years and sent backwards to live out life like the Neolithic.  It would be a hard life no doubt, without the technology they’d come to rely on to make things easier.  But they had each other, and soon others, who together will rebuild the world, one stone at a time.    

[ivedonestranger]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Raven Characters: Raven (DCU), Robin (DCU), Victor Stone, Garfield Logan, Koriand'r (DCU) Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Magic, robrae - Freeform, Angst, Humor Series: Part 2 of Candy Series Summary:

Who would have thought a choice could lead to so much pain?

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FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13299019/2/Raven-s-Wish

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19022185/chapters/46219351

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The evening was warm but not in an uncomfortable sense. It was just a few notches below muggy, which felt comfortable with just the right amount of breeze. The raging heat of summer would descend on Jump City shortly, but for now, Raven was enjoying it. It was better than the tower right now. She had another minor bout of whatever was plaguing her and Robin was being overprotective. Raven grimaced at the memory of them raising their voices over the disagreement of her going out on patrol. She, of course, won the argument but her love was not happy.

Since the level of crime from super villains had dropped considerably with interest moving to other portions of the country, the Titans had gone from double patrols to single patrols allowing for a mixture of being approachable by the citizens and also for more coverage. Back at base, Cyborg was on camera duty but silent in her ear.

Raven floated down the dark streets wrapped in the shadows of her cloak with the orange street lights catching the gem on her forehead once in a while. All that was left on the street were the young men and women on dates hurrying their way home and the criminal nightlife coming to the surface. Of course, the low criminal lives were staying in the shadow. She had already seen a few people wearing gang colors see her floating down the sidewalk, turn pale, and disappear quickly back into the alleys.

The story of what she had done to Doctor Light many years ago had permeated through Jump City, which made ordinary people unsure about her and the non-super powered criminals scared witless. Even now she could sense the fear from a few of the guys standing on street corners trying not to look like the pimps they were. T street was the home of much of the city's scum preying on the poor who could not move to better places. Their very own Gotham Wards. This is where she had decided to patrol.

“Almost like you’re looking for a fight,” Cyborg had commented when she handed in her itinerary for patrol.

“They deserve protection like anyone else in Jump City,” Raven answered evenly as she opened a portal to make her way to the city.

“Sure it is,” he waved her off as he had started the cameras. “just try not to beat them too senseless.”

One rather horribly dressed man with white, sallow skin had not seen her coming down the street and was yanking a scantily clad girl with too much makeup around. Raven narrowed her eyes as the other pimps were smart enough to clear the road. She alighted right beside him.

“Listen here, you dumb whore, when I tell you to----” he noted that the girl���s eyes had gone wide and whatever color that had been in her face was now gone. He turned to see the cloak there, and his face broke into a sneer.

“What do you fucking want?” he growled at her, shoving the woman aside.

A smirk crossed Raven’s face, hidden in the shadows of her cloak. This moron had no clue who she was. Raven turned to the girl who had taken three steps away from them.

“Go home,” her voice came out laced with magic and power. The girl did not even argue or look back at the man who tried to stop her. She had already been fleeing down the road.

"Who the hell do you think you are messin' with my product," he growled shoving at her. Raven let him touch her cloak and gave to the push. It would have been so easy to snap that arm.

“Is that how you treat women?” Raven asked with a growl letting the anger she had been keeping down come to the surface.

"I can treat them any way I want to ‘cause that's how it works out here," he said again. His tone had changed, which meant he noted her voice was that of a woman.

'Go ahead, get cocky,' Raven thought to herself darkly. 'Give me another reason to beat you to a pulp.'

“What are you doing out here so late, sweetie?” he said reaching out to tug down her hood but Raven moved her head slightly, making him miss. “You looking for a new pimp to help you get some cash?”

“Lassiter!” screamed a male voice from down the street. “What the hell are you doing?”

Lassiter turned to gesture to the mystic Titan who still had not moved.

“Got a new bitch here thinking she can tell me what to do.”

“You FUCKING moron!” the man yelled back. “That’s Raven!”

“Raven?” Lassiter asked with a shrug. “Who cares what her name is?”

“Raven of the Titans you ass-hat. Run before she rips your arms off!”

Lassiter's head snapped back at the name of her team, and she could see the realization sinking in of the situation he was actually in. He moved, but only a step when Raven unleashed her soul self, the black tendrils exploding out from under her cloak tangling him up and slamming him on the ground. It picked him up again and slammed him against the alley wall before letting him fall to the ground.

“I have a particularly nasty dislike for people in your line of work,” Raven seethed.

The pimp crawled back through the alley desperately trying to put distance between himself and the dark sorceress that was hovering closer, her white eyes burning brilliantly in the blackness of her hood.

“Pppp..p…...ppleaseee,” he whined.

"You've got a choice," Raven growled at him. "You walk right now to the JCPD and confess your sins to them, or I shall drag you to the pits of hell where you can meet true monsters."

“I’ll do anything!” he pleaded sense the oozing presence of her demon half.

“You better because I know what you smell like. I’ll find you if you fail your end of the bargain.”

Without any other comment, the man went sprinting down the alley vanishing. She set herself back down and allowed the power around her to dissipate. She felt in a better mood and doubted the criminal would actually turn himself in.

Looking about, she found that she had gone quite a distance down the alley and into a little culdesac of doors and backways, a hidden neighborhood made up of the buildings around. Not usually a safe place for an average person unless you knew what you were doing. She could see the closed stands and the signs that life did live here away from the bustle of the main streets. A few homeless shacks had sprung up, and there was a burning barrel deeper in the catacombs of alleyways.

“That was quite an amazing display of control,” a soft voice spoke to her from her right.

Raven's head snapped around to see a decently dressed man in a gray button-up, brown slacks and a teacup with saucer in his hands. She detected the scent of a strong cinnamon tea coming from his cup. He was sitting on the back steps, the light shining out from his home illuminating the darkness. Raven could make out the tight dark curls of his head and distinctly middle eastern voice.

“That anger though, it must get the better of you sometimes," he continued taking a sip and seemingly ignoring the fact that a sorceress was standing in front of him.

A pang of irritation shot through her. This was the first time that anyone normal human had not even flinched or showed no emotion of the fact of what she was and what she was capable of doing.

“Tea?” he offered. “Might want to talk about that anger?”

Raven gave a growl in response and floated on and up, leaving the man where he sat. She glanced down and found that he had not even bothered to look up and watch her go. He had simply gone back to his tea and the little book that sat on his lap.

Landing on the 9 story building and finally being out of the stench of the alley, she basked in the moonlight and breeze that blew over the rooftop. Of course, there were taller buildings, but they formed a tunnel allowing the breeze to cleanse her pallet. Who the hell was he? Why did his presence throw her off so much?

She wanted to resist the urge to peer over and look again. Raven did not want to look like she was the one bitten by curiosity. It was the tinkling laugh that reached her ears. So familiar that it brought a light blush to her cheeks. Floating over to the edge, Raven leaned over just enough to see down and saw her.

Her pink hair was done up like two horns, the purple dress, the black choker around the lovely gray throat. How could she ever miss the familiar profile of Jinx?

"Miss Jinx," the man said, standing and putting the book in his pocket. "Hopefully you did not come to any harm?"

"Sorry I'm late, Mister al-Salehi," she said, extending her hand. He took it, gave it a shake, and then kissed the top of it. Raven felt a flare of jealousy but repressed it. She had no room to go down any of the feelings she had for Jinx. Robin, of course, knew all about it as they sat down in their first week and talked extensively of the pinkette and Raven's relationship with her. Robin was such a wonderful man who listened with no judgment. He knew she was bisexual and had feelings for the hex witch at one point. Robin was her love now, but sometimes the strange ache would sneak up when she wasn't paying attention.

“Please come in, my dear, we have a lot to cover,”

Criminal mischief. Jinx was back in town and planning illegal activities.

“Raven to Cyborg,”

"Wha…! Oh! Raven. What's up?" Cyborg came back, confused.

Raven narrowed her eyes though he was not there to see it. “You were asleep, weren’t you?”

“No comment. What’s up, girl?”

“Jinx.”

“What about her?”

“She’s back in Jump City. I stumbled on to a criminal meet up with someone in an alley.”

"Tracking your location…. You're near Seven Devils Alley. Not a great place to be Raven. Got a lot of magic users who are known to live there."

“It’s quiet at the moment. If she’s in town, Her team has got to be here. HIVE might be planning something here.”

Cyborg hesitated, and Raven huffed with impatience.

“What?”

“Didn’t she like...go straight or mercenary or something?”

"Mercenaries are criminals too, Cyborg," Raven growled.

“So, what’s the plan then?”

"I can't get in right now without a plan, I think we need to get this place set up for stakeout. We might be able to stop them before it starts."

With that, she flew up into the night sky and made her way back to her patrol route, trying not to think of the blueberry scent that haunted her dreams.

[gaegurikyu]

I’m your ID

Pairing: (Stray Kids) Hyunjin x (Female) Reader

Genre: Idol au (Like real life), Fluff,

Warnings: Small anxiety but nothing big I promise, One (1) curse word, Lots of heart melting fluff

Word Count: 1,441 [Masterlist]

Summary: "But one stage caught your eye. There were 9 people but you could only follow one. It was the same guy who let you in, the same eye smile and the same small dot. You point to the screen and ask your boss for his name, to which she replies: “Hyunjin from Stray Kids, I think Sanha might be friends with them.”

A/N: Im trying to brand out and write for all the groups I stan before I go into longer stories/series so I decided to write some for my friends to cheer them up while I fill this blog up! Sorry if you're not cool with that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. 💕💕💕💕 @heartskun This ones for you bby, ily and have a good rest of your day life. Also I thought this fit you well because queen of makeup? Yes. Names??? Are hard to come up with.

Also, this is currently !UNEDITED! for now

You're rushing down the streets of Seoul, you may look unhinged to others but you don't care. You're late to the stage show and you're 100% sure that your boss is going to scold you for not getting this makeup there sooner. You're turning the last corner, and your phone's gps tells you the back entrance is on this street.

You glance from it and sure enough the location is obvious. Security and small barricades set up around the doors to keep the wards of fans and paparazzi from going any further.

You waddle up to the entrance line through security in your puffy marshmallow jacket and colorfully designed scarf. Your giant tote bag is in hand, you know security will check it, like always, only to find pallets of eyeshadow and giant amounts of lip tint. You stay glancing down at your phone, texting your superior that your outside the entrance and that she should stick to clothes before she tries anything with your expensive foundations.

The security guard recites a large yell of “next!” Which makes you jump and look up to see youre the next he's referring to. You allow him to check your tote, praying that he doesn't break or open any product that could spill everywhere, as you go to reach for your company provided ID. When you feel it missing, a tidal wave of worry and anxiety falls over you, climbing into your heart as it speeds up to an erratic beat. The Security guard looks through the tote once again when he sees the uneasiness present on your face, but ultimately finds nothing.

“I'm sorry miss, but I can't allow anyone in without an ID. It's protocol, again I'm really sorry. But if you could call someone to get you from the inside.” You nod in understanding and step slightly to side to let others in. ‘He's just doing his job,' you tell yourself as you text your boss (that is really more of a friend to you).

You retrace your steps in your head,leading you to remember dropping your ID on your apartments wooden floor as you swung your jacket on. ‘Fuck, I hate winter,,,’ you try to keep your tears from forming. It's a dumb reason to cry but you've had a rough day and this could be the final crack.

The text from your boss tells you to stay put as she comes to take you in, so that's what you do. You stay put while wiping some fallen tears. Until an arm wraps around your shoulder gently and a pair of lips softly talks into the shell of your ear, the yelling of the fans is extremely loud and the snaps of camera shots are headache inducing, but it's all a white noise as you process what you heard.

“What are you here for? I mean, what's your job?”

You look up and see the person attached to the voice, he's very attractive. He's wearing a black wool coat with a light brown turtleneck underneath to shield him from the cold and a black bucket hat pushes his messy black hair into his face. You don't fail to notice the face mask that is pulled under his chin or the little dot that is present under his eye. But you quickly end your starring when he tilts his head a bit to hurry your thinking.

You turn as pink as the blushes in your bag as you utter a small, “Oh, I, well, I'm here for Astro, Im their makeup artist,,,, but I dropped my ID at home and they won't let me in,” shameful of your own clumsiness. You fidget as he pulls you with him towards the security guard, “Yeah, I figured that last bit.” He sends you a small smile, mostly in the eyes, as he turns back to the sentinel.

“She's with us. She's our makeup artist, she just got here a little early. She's always so forgetful and clumsy, right?”

You nod even though you aren't really listening to what he said, lost in your own sea of thoughts. 'He's an idol… I mean of course he's an idol dummy, look at him! But why would an idol help me? Who is this guy???’  Your thoughts are cut short when he continues to guide you past security to the door, which he opens for you.

“Any friend of Astro is a friend of Stray Kids,” He bows slightly at you and you give a small bow and  wave in return. He turns around and leaves to find his group, but he also leaves you dumbfounded. Your brain is complete mush as your boss shakes your shoulder and drags you to Astros dressing room, asking about how and when you got in backstage.

But ultimately those questions are put aside as you are brought back to reality of your job. You enter and greet the 6 members you had known for years now (with the needed honorifics) before starting on their makeup and eventually sending them to the stage with wishes of good luck and thumbs up.

You sit down, exhausted after both the rush to get here and the rush of your heart. You've cleaned up all your supplies and are watching the broadcasted music show on the t.v. in the dressing room while drinking some coffee. You're proud to see your boys perform as you high five your boss for a job well done and you even belt out some Chungha lyrics, ignoring the laughing of your friend, by the end of it.

But one stage caught your eye. There were 9 people but you could only follow one. It was the same guy who let you in, the same eye smile and the same small dot. You point to the screen and ask your boss for his name, to which she replies: “Hyunjin from Stray Kids, I think Sanha might be friends with them.”

You nod and take another sip of your coffee as the show continues. 'Yeah that makes sense,,,’ you think as you recap to what he said at the door, 'Hyunjin, huh?’

Once all the performances and awards and speeches came to a close, Astro shuffled back into the room looking tired and ready to go home. You two offered them their hoodies and water as you went to work brushing out their hair and removing their stage makeup. Telling them how well they did and how cool they looked.

You wrapped it all up with a shut of one of your cases and gave your farewells for the day, most of them gave you a small hug or ruffling your hair before throwing on their coats and leaving with their manager. Before Sanha left he handed you a small note before giggling a bit mischievously and bolting out of the room to mess with Jinjin.

The note in your hand seemed kind of random and you glanced at it peculiarly before opening it up to reveal a small letter addressed to you in messy, rushed handwriting. It read:

-

Here's my number y/n-ssi (Rocky told me your name)

02-***-**56

Just in case you need someone to remind you to get your ID or get you past security again ;) Text whenever if you need me to be your ID instead

-

You smiled, putting the new number into your contacts before searching Stray Kids into your spotify. Plugging in your headphones and saying your goodbye to your boss as you walk out that same door into the cold seoul night. A small giddy smile on your face as a catchy beat resonates in your ears.

Bonus scene

Hyunjin smiled at his phone, the light illuminating his face in the darkness of the car, when he saw the notification telling him you had added him on Kakao talk. 'Even your profile picture is super cute,,,’ He thought to himself, clicking the add back button.

Chan took a small look at Hyunjins phone and then his smile, concluding to everyone in the car that “She added him guys!! There's hope for our Hyunjin!” Everyone began teasing him for his move on the girl that was Astros makeup artist, but he ignored them.

He was in too fond of a mood to acknowledge Jeongins bad imitation of him, the sarcastic “She's with us!” followed by a chorus of laughs fell deaf to his ears. He sent you a small text of 'Hope you got home safe y/n-ssi,’ before turning around to pinch Jeongin and pull his ears. Laughing along with the rest of the boys in the car.