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[firebirdsdaughter]

I’m nervous so I’m venting...

... But anyway, facts of the day:

I have to try and write a Sentai mech battle.

I have a job interview and I’m goddamn terrified.

[starglitterz]

for ; @chichikoi hi koi !! :D its ur fave cynosure angst creator quill here back at it again w an xmas gift for u 😈!!! i rlly hope u like this, if not i will simply write More xiaoyn sad moments and ruin scara even further /j ILYSM mwah <333 !

info ; diluc x gn!reader, royalty au, fake dating au

"may i have this dance, my love?" DILUC bows in front of you, offering one hand clad in a silk glove to you, fiery hair tied back in a neat high ponytail. "of course, dear," you smile and dip into a curtsey before intertwining your fingers with his. as the orchestra begins to play the first strains of a familiar grand waltz, you barely even notice the twinkling of the chandelier above you, too caught up in the way young king DILUC's smile seems to light up the entire room.

as he guides you around the room, the two of you quickly fall into rhythm, performing the steps you've been practicing since your childhood and setting the stage for the rest of the nobility to partner up on the sparkling dance floor. DILUC's hand rests on your waist, the other on your shoulder as his vermilion eyes search yours, "are you alright with this?" there's no affectionate nickname tacked onto the end this time, and his gaze is only filled with genuine concern. "why wouldn't i be, darling?" you emphasise the pet-name, eyes glancing from side to side in an attempt to remind him that the two of you are at a social gathering – you have to keep up the act.

ah yes, the delightful act that the two of you are forced to put on thanks to the infernal requirement for diplomacy and unity of the world. sometimes you think you'd have preferred going to war, but then you remember that you're responsible for the lives of your people, and your sacrifice no longer seems to be in vain. as the youthful heirs to the throne in your respective countries, which were always at odds, the parents of both you and DILUC came to an agreement; the two of you were to be betrothed, to end the conflict between nations as a sign of peace and prosperity to come.

but the two of you didn't love each other, how could you? the deal was sealed mere minutes after the two of you met, that's hardly enough time for your heart to officially decide this was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. unfortunately, as a royal, you were forced to follow along with the plan. yet somehow, as the two of you spent more and more time together, the upcoming marriage didn't seem too bad after all, especially not with how DILUC was actually perfect husband material.

even now, the tips of his ears still flush red when you call him by such an intimate name. "oh. yes, my love, i only wanted to check on you," he hastily replies. a smile spreads across your face at his flustered state, and you lean forward to press a kiss to his blushing cheek, "i must be the luckiest person in the world to be able to marry someone as loving as you, DILUC." and as you watch your fiancé fight to maintain his composure and not melt into an embarrassed puddle, you can't help but realise that you truly are falling for him – what began as a marriage of convenience might end up as a union of true love.

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crowning season ☆ skz x gn! reader

word count﹕3.2k

prompt ﹕hunger games but for modern royalty

[skz x gn!reader] [mostly jisung, chan, & minho] [ft. ateez & billlie]

Every 50 years, the Nine Kingdoms of Epaidia must send their children to prove their worth in a blood sport in order to decide which kingdom will act as the leading jurisdiction of Epaidia. After their brother becomes terminally ill, (Y/N) is forced to represent the 9th Kingdom without him.

warnings ﹕profanity, mentions of death, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcoholism, eventual character death, eventual violence.

notes ﹕

hey, its been a while! sorry for being gone for so long, I had some pretty crazy creative block and I was busy w a lot of stuff irl. writing this chapter was a struggle for months and I restarted several times. but it's finally summer and i have more time to sit down and actually think about what I'm writing! some stuff popped up a couple weeks ago and i lost most of my notes for this series, so I've changed a lot in the plot. it won't really affect anything for you guys as readers, just what I'm planning on writing. hope you enjoy :) !

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"And who exactly is this?"

The question leaves you both taken aback and nervous, your inner turmoil evident on your face. Judging by the way everyone turns to look at the newcomer, You're not the only one in shock. You give him a once-over, confirming he is indeed the prince of the Third Kingdom, Hwang Hyunjin.

His passive-aggressiveness is quite the stunt and it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He knows exactly who you are, he's just letting you know that he's somehow offended that you're standing there with him and his group. If Seonghwa was with you, he'd be holding you back, knowing that your loose tongue gets the best of you in situations like such.

"Quite disrespectful to address royalty like that, is it not?" it's hard to tell if the question is rhetorical or not as it flies out of your mouth, a irritated but stern expression forms on your face, Hyunjin quirks an antagonizing brow at you. "Oh, hardly."

you feel a hand on your shoulder as someone practically gasps in your ear, you turn to look at the person. Kim Siyoon of the 8th Kingdom. The sole heir to her throne, but she certainly didn't come alone. From the very beginning of the ball, you noticed how the princess of the 7th Kingdom, Sheon, stuck to her side like glue. Even now, the princess stands slightly behind Siyoon as she watches the situation unfold.

"Hyunjin! just because you haven't known them your entire life, doesn't mean you get to address them like that. We're all royalty here." Minho reaches out from across the circle of royals, swatting Siyoon away from you. "Let them fight their own battles," he says lowly, although everyone can see and hear, Siyoon then lightly slaps his arm in response. "Let them fight their own battles? It's just common decency Minho. I'm not gonna stand here and let hyunjin shove people around just because he's never met them before!"

The once civil conversation soon turns into quiet, yappy bickering and the topic completely changes from Hyunjin's attitude to something about how Hyunjin made out with Siyoon's cousin when they were younger. then things get a lot more personal. Like when Wooyoung teepeed the first kingdom's gardens. The group starts to dig deeper into their history, and you can't help but feel out of place.

Your entire life you trained, you were sore and you ached every day, you had no social life outside of the staff you spent nearly every second with, and yet, these people had all that time to socialize. They made alliances way before they even knew what crowning season was. They were 100% prepared for what was ahead, and you were only about 75% ready.

The argument soon turns back into a lighthearted conversation, and you can't stop yourself as you slowly back away from the group and slip out of the ballroom, noticing the way a few of the partygoers glance at you.

You made 2 alliances in one night, then put a target on your back when you bickered with hyunjin, the prince from one of the richest kingdoms in Epaidia. You're not sure how to feel about your progress as you slump onto a velvety bench in the grand hallway just outside the ballroom. You look up, and a large painting across the hall from you catches your eye. There sat the family of the first kingdom, looking like greek gods in their majestic attire.

The family looks young in the painting, the king and queen's wrinkles haven't quite formed yet, and their hair misses those old, gray sprigs. Chan looks like he's about 14, and you can't help but smile at his round, youthful face. San doesn't look much younger, maybe 11 or 12. He's looking up at his mom with a big smile on his face, holding her hand sweetly. Then a melancholy thought hits you.

Did he know then?

Did he know that he'd be at his friends' throats, competing for the high crown one day?

"I hate that painting." The sudden declaration out of nowhere makes you jump, and you turn to find the owner of that oh-so-familiar voice. And of course, it had to be him.

Chan's eyes flit over to you, that same stoic expression making you feel tense and out of place. "What, did I scare you?" The question has a playful lilt and an obvious hint of sarcasm. It's almost as if Chan knows that your heart is still beating rapidly from his random appearance, and you can't help but roll your eyes at him. "No. Not at all." You respond, matching his sarcastic and monotone energy, which only leads him on. He elegantly glides onto the seat beside you, turning his attention back to the painting in front of you.

"Why do you hate it?" You practically whisper as you stare at the fine details of the magnificent work of art before you. Chan hums lowly, staring at the painting in deep thought before he responds. "That's not what we looked like that day. Well- not all of us. The old man was so drunk he couldn't keep his eyes open. His fists were red and bruised. Mommy dearest wasn't looking at me. she was too busy pampering San to notice my black eye." Just as you're about to whip your head to look at the prince beside you, you're rudely interrupted by the one and only.

"Busted!" An annoying, shrill voice screeches from the doorway to the ballroom. A dainty finger is pointed directly at your face and you look up to meet the proud expression of Wooyoung. Then Chan slips away before you can say anything, and you catch yourself as you try to reach out to him.

"Why are you always canoodling with boys, huh?" Wooyoung grabs your attention once more as he takes Chan's place, playfully jabbing at you as you try to come up with a coherent response. You know he's just messing around, but you can't help the way your eyebrows furrow. Chan is already gone when you start to frantically look around once you've regained your senses, and it feels like there's a giant pit in your stomach. "I-I'm not. I'm just trying to make up for lost time." You finally blurt out as you give up and slump into the bench you're on. "What do you mean?" Wooyoung asks, and for the first time, you feel like he's just genuinely asking you something out of curiosity.

"I mean, most of these royals have known each other since they were little kids, and I know absolutely no one."

Wooyoung scoffs, wrapping a friendly arm around you as he shakes his head lightly. "I don't know how to tell you this but- Epaidia's royalty has some cliques."

"That group that you were somehow beckoned into you are like... the plastics of the nine kingdoms. You don't wanna form alliances with them or put any trust in them. Because year after year, those kingdoms have stabbed each other in the back."

"I'm sorry that I pried into your business earlier. I really want us to have each other's backs in this thing. I love my siblings- I truly do. but I think I'd be the first person they'd betray in the crowning. I'm scared Y/N. I'm really scared." Wooyoung's words of advice are a rollercoaster of emotions, and you can't help but sympathize with him. As you open your mouth to reply, he interrupts you one last time. "And trust me. You are not the only estranged royal at this ball."

You don't read too much into that last statement as you nod, giving him a soft smile as he unravels himself from you. "I don't want this to be an alliance-" You watch his face fall. "I want to be friends." You smile as he lights up, watching as he holds himself back from hugging you. "You can hu-" Before you can finish, he's squeezing the life out of you.

Maybe you don't need Seonghwa after all.

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After your heart-to-heart, you wander back into the ballroom with Wooyoung, realizing that the party carried on without you and your newfound companion. You can hear the sound of sultry classical music playing, your mind on autopilot as you make your way to the front of the crowd. In the center of the room, people have begun to dance to the age-old music that echoes through the ballroom.

Wooyoung finally makes it to you, gently pushing your shoulder as he nods towards the dancefloor. "Don't you think you should, y'know? Make yourself stick out more? I don't see a single prince or princess out there." You tilt your head at him playfully, crossing your arms as you begin to think. "Is that an invitation to dance?"

"Certainly not!" He blurts out quickly in response to your question, watching as you raise a brow at him. 'It's not you, it's me. I can't dance, at all." You can't help but laugh at him, making the prince pout a bit. Just as Wooyoung begins to whine about his lack of dancing skills, you spot Felix trying to drag Changbin onto the dancefloor.

Now you're determined to do it first, scanning the people in the ballroom as you try to find a decent partner for a few minutes. You spot Minho a few feet away from you and your feet are moving before you can have a second thought about it. He's facing toward his brother Yeosang, away from you. You tap his shoulder lightly. "Y/N!—" His blank expression immediately lights up as he realizes it's you, a chesire grin forming on his face.

"Hey Minho, w-"

"Do you want to dance?" He interrupts you before you can finish, and you can't help but smile. "That's funny. I was gonna ask you the same question." He mirrors your warm smile as you somewhat awkwardly wander toward the center of the room. Instantly, his hands find purchase on your hip and shoulder as he takes the lead, spinning you around the room effortlessly.

You're thankful he's taking the lead, knowing that your waltzing skills are sub-par at best. You look down, noticing how his feet seem to glide across the floor. You look up to meet Minho's gaze, tilting your head a bit. "Does the royal family of the 6th kingdom spend that much time on learning ballroom dances?" The subtle compliment has minho looking away bashfully, still wearing his charming smile. "Only the basics. It's a hobby of mine, though."

There's something endearing about one of the richest men in the nine kingdoms taking dance up as a hobby. "You like dancing?" you already know the answer, you want the conversation to last a bit longer though. Minho simply nods silently, pulling away to bow as the song ends.

After you return the gesture, you glance around the room to notice how almost everyone has their eyes on you. You look over at Wooyoung, who holds up both his thumbs with a cheesy grin. That's when you finally notice your parents, chatting it up with the other kings and queens of Epaidia.

Based on the forced smiles and fake laughter, you can tell your parents are struggling just as much as you. That has you smiling fondly before you turn back to Minho. "So..." you trail off, staring at Minho's hands as he nervously fidgets, not failing to notice all the cameras and eyes pointed at you. "I know that we get more sponsors if we stand here and look pretty together- But do we really have to?" you playfully ask and Minho lightens up a bit. "So you think I'm pretty?" He perks a brow, not missing the way you begin to internally regret your choice of words, standing there with a blank expression.

You decide to ignore his question instead of replying sarcastically, turning around and simply walking away from him. You can hear him, chuckling quietly as he follows you back into the crowd, towards a corner of the ballroom.

Most of the attention is diverted away from you and the prince as Changbin and Felix start dancing, some of the other royals following suit.

After a couple minutes, you realize how easy conversation is with Minho. unlike Wooyoung, there are fewer sarcastic remarks and more intelligent and articulate responses. You find yourself at ease, feeling more open to being yourself with him.

"What's Hyunjin's deal?" You ask Minho quietly, trying not to catch the attention of anyone around you. He looks down at the wine glass in his hand, swirling the grape juice around before replying; "He's very protective of his friendships. it's not that he doesn't like you, he's wary of you. he doesn't trust you- yet."

That last word still has you holding on, finding that there's still hope to make amends with the third kingdom's Prince Not-so-Charming.

"His sister on the other hand-" Minho nods toward the other side of the room, where Hyunjin stands with his sister, Sua. You didn't get a good look at her until Minho pointed her out. She wore a stern expression as she eyed Prince Chan like a hawk, not letting her fox eyes leave him once. "—She said that your silver tongue is only gonna get you so far." Minho laughs into his glass as he takes a sip of his drink, grinning at you as you examine the princess across the room.

"Please do try to hide your resentment for a moment, Y/N," Minho remarks sarcastically, earning himself a flinty glance from you. "That was not a stare of resentment. I'm reading her." Minho lets out a boisterous laugh, one befitting of a prince. Then his expression falls immediately after. "Trust me, I've tried. That woman is like a book of steel."

"Must run in the family." You utter, unable to hold back the smile that grows on your face as Minho laughs once more.

Then a realization dawns on you, very suddenly, and it feels as if the weight of the whole room is crashing down on you.

"Maybe they're not so wrong." Your sudden change of heart nearly has Minho dropping his glass, as he whips his whole body to the side to face you, unable to control his perplexed expression. You simply eye him, not giving much of a reaction to his stunted display.

"I'm not meaning to damper the mood, but the only way one of us wins is if the rest of us die. Which means we either have to kill each other, kill ourselves, or abandon one another. Why make friends when it's just easier to make enemies?" You're even amazed at your coherent rambling as you watch Minho pick his jaw up off the ground.

"That's a good point." Minho dejects, pressing his lips together firmly as he realizes his glass is empty. You watch the gears turn in his head before he comes up with an effective response. "Or, you can look at it this way. If everyone is gonna die but one of us, why not at least increase your odds of making it by teaming up? Even if you lose, your ally is succeeding."

"If I had a glass, I'd be raising it." You reply, mood slightly heightened by the prince's optimistic outlook on things. There's a moment of awkward silence that follows, where you either look at Minho or the crowd of dancing nobles in front of you. Thankfully, he breaks it after a few minutes, with an unnecessary painful question.

"What's wrong with Seonghwa?"

You gulp then proceed to stare at the jade pendant dangling around your neck. Minho realizes that he's struck a painful cord, knowing there's not much he can do to take it back. "We don't know yet. They're still running tests and if i'm being honest... It's weird." Minho doesn't reply, deciding it best to leave the conversation at that.

"It was nice getting to know you better Minho."

"You too, Y/N."

He turns to look at you, a melancholy smile gracing his cat-like features. In the moment, you recall that the ball only lasts for a few hours before everyone goes home. Your time was getting slimmer and slimmer, yet it felt like you had only been there for a few minutes.

You still had to regroup and find Yunho, but it felt like you were missing something.

Chan!

You had to figure out what he meant earlier.

The look on your face is a dead giveaway to your realization and Minho raises his eyebrows at that. "Did you leave the oven on?" He jokes, but frowns when your body language becomes more frantic, your eyes dart around as you search for the prince in question, knowing you won't see him again until The Crowning. Unintentionally, you ignore Minho as you slip into the crowd hastily, leaving your shocked ally behind.

You spot Felix stepping off the dancefloor and back over to his group of friends, assuming he's your best bet. "Felix!" You call from a few feet away and he meets you halfway. "Y/N! I was wondering where you slipped off to, then I saw you dancing with Minho— Which was utterly adorable by the way and did-" You cut him off with a single finger, watching him poke his bottom lip out a bit.

"I'm not trying to be rude, but I really need to know where Chan is." Felix laughs at your interruption, pure joy enveloping his face. "You're too cute. I knew you guys had a thing." "What?" You furrow your brows together, not missing the way Felix rolls his eyes playfully at your reaction. "Nothing, nothing." He waves his hand before grabbing you by the shoulders, turning you around to face the grand stairs that led to the high royal family's thrones.

"There he is." Felix remarks and your face falls. you spot Chan, sitting in his throne with a blank expression. The music slowly dies down as the King stands up, The crowd falling silent in anticipation of his grand speech. "I thank you all for coming to the age-old Crowning Ball and celebrating this magnificent sport. I wish you all luck in The Crowning, and a smooth victory from my sons. Please exit in a orderly, well-designed fashion."

You turn to face Felix, turmoil evident on your face. He can't help but giggle and pat your shoulders gently. "No worries Y/N, you'll have your chance before he kills you." His unfiltered observation is probably true, and you can't come up with a response before he skips off to find his sister, Tsuki.

Everyone surrounding you wanders off toward the large doors, leaving you standing in the middle of the ballroom. Alone.

In a week's time, you'd be back in the first kingdom, preparing to leave everything behind to compete in a brutal blood sport. Nothing could've prepared you for the emotions you felt at that moment, standing all alone in an almost empty ballroom.

You're snapped out of your emotional trance when a hand gently falls on your shoulder. You look up, meeting the gaze of the one-and-only Yunho. he smiles, and you fall into his arms, hugging him loosely as you hold back everything you want to say or do. Your voice is muffled by his suit, but you utter just a small; "It's not fair." Before your trusted bodyguard and confidant, leads you out of the 1st Kingdom's palace.

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Support - Josh Kiszka x Reader

Synopsis: Josh upsets reader and doesn't realize how bad it is until he thinks it's too late.

Warnings: general angst, swearing, mentions of the pandemic, money talk

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Josh had been distant lately. Sometimes he'd overwork himself and draw away from you, but he always bounced back within the week. This was different. He'd come home late or sometimes not at all, no texts or calls to warn you. You had slept on the couch that first week waiting for him, but even if he did come home he didn't bother to wake you.

Week two is when you started to worry. Had he gotten himself into some sort of trouble? Was he sick or fighting with his brothers? You didn't want to assume the worst because this was Josh you were talking about. Your personal ball of sunshine. The minimal contact started to draw the doubts from the depth of your mind. Maybe that ball of sunshine was burning out.

Halfway through week three you decided to confront him. You couldn't take the unusual silence anymore. The veil he had put up between you two was beginning to be too opaque - you couldn't read him.

He was up before the sun, trying to sneak away from you to go to the studio or god knows where. "Josh?" you called out quietly, stopping him in his tracks. He hummed in acknowledgement but didn't turn to face you. "Where are you going?"

"Studio. Where else?" he said sharply, evidently already over this conversation.

You prop yourself on your elbow, squinting at him through the dark. "Are you okay? It's like you're not here."

"What is that supposed to mean?" he snaps and finally faces you for the first time in weeks. It's dark, but you can see his sour expression clearly. You'd hit an exposed nerve.

"Well, you're never home and when you are you come home late. I just wanted-"

"That's because I have a fucking job and don't just sit on my ass all day. Why do you always do this? I can't spend any extra time on my music because I have to be home when you want. I don't have time for your childish bullshit, y/n. I have an album to write and if it doesn't get done I can't afford to pay the bills. The bills we're supposed to be sharing. Hell, I hardly even live here anymore so they're more your bills than anything! Get off your ass and do something productive today," he spits and slams the bedroom door behind him.

You sit in stunned silence trying to process his words. You had lost your job because of the pandemic and it wasn't easy finding another one at the moment. At least a job that matched your last one. Josh insisted it was okay when you got laid off and didn't want you touching your savings, so he took care of everything. You felt guilty about it and he knew it.

You tried to calm the tears that welled in your eyes, but shame flooded your chest. You felt horrible and like an exploiter. His money was never something that drew you in and you always insisted on equality in the relationship, but Josh showed you how he truly felt about the situation.

Josh's words echoed in your mind as you pulled yourself out of bed. Get off your ass and do something productive today. You looked around the bedroom thinking of cleaning the house, but it was already spotless. Cleaning the house wouldn't be good enough for Josh anyways, so you hauled yourself into the shower. I hardly even live here anymore so they're more your bills than anything! Your gut wrenched at those words, forcing you out of the shower quickly. The combination of steam in the air and Josh's expressions made it feel like you were choking. You had to get out of the house.

Dressing quickly and grabbing your keys, you stumbled out of the house and tried to admire the rising sun. It only reminded you of Josh. Your eyes took in everything as you walked, desperate to find a distraction. A beaten up ATM caught your eye and that gave you the guidance you needed. You slipped your card in and blew out a harsh breath.

Checking: $159.54

Savings: $400.00

A sharp shudder coursed through your body as shame washed over you again. You withdrew everything in your savings and pocketed it. While turning on your heel to head home, a poster caught your eye. EMPLOYEES WANTED!! A sigh bubbled through your throat and you took a number from the flyer before heading off towards your house.

The kitchen was the first place Josh went when he returned home, so you stuffed and envelope full of your savings and set it on the counter for him with a note. After a quick change you set off again, on the hunt for any sort of job that would take you.

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Josh had been feeling awful at the studio all day. He was beyond overworked so he decided to take the rest of the day off around lunch. He had hoped you made food since he didn't bring anything with him to work, but was disappointed when he was met with a dark and quiet house.

"Y/n?" He calls and makes his way to the kitchen. "Are you eating soon? I'm hungry." His frown deepens when there's no response. His eyes drift around the kitchen trying to find any sign of you when he sees the envelope with his name on it. He picks it up and recognizes your handwriting right away.

Josh,

I know this isn't nearly enough to help cover my portion, but this is all I have right now. I'll get as much to you as I can. I'm sorry for not helping out around here, I just wanted to try and find a job that was just as good as my old one. You'll get the rest as soon as I can get my hands on it. I'm sorry for adding extra stress on you. It won't happen again.

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They better start letting young women get hysterectomies if they’re going to ban abortion. None of that “you might want kids” bullshit. If you’re outlawing abortion and men can still get vasectomies, let women get this procedure.

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 9

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word count: 2,756

Warnings: Cursing

A/N:

Oh dear lord I'm slow at getting these out. Life's been kickin' my ass lately. But thank you to everyone who's been giving me feedback on my stuff, I really love to hear from you guys!

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Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Two months. You've been "missing" for two months now. The days flew by, your time occupied by quirk training Shigaraki insisted on but never told you why. The times you tried to ask he'd brush it off, or say something like:

"So you don’t throw another fit." His words were harsh but he said them with a flat and bored tone. Like it was a poorly acted line.

So now you had better control. You could move things on command, you knew basic combat, you certainly knew how to kick Dabi's ass by now, that didn't take too long. You were being allowed more and more freedom. Even allowed to leave for a convenience store runs with Toga once or twice. No one policed you, told you what you could and could not do anymore. You could have easily ran away by now. You supposed they really didn't need you either. For their plan to work all they would need was some blood and Toga could easily pass as you.

That idea sent a shiver down your spine. You're sure Shigaraki has thought of that already, so why hadn't he? Why was he training you? Would he use your quirk against the heroes in some way? Was he grooming you to turn and fight your father? You wouldn't. No matter what you wouldn't fight your father. Would you? You shook yourself of this thought as you walked down the ally to the back door of the hide out.

Toga unlocked the door and you stepped in, greeted by a dark and dingy back room. You made your way through the dark halls, following closely behind her as she led you up the stairs that finally led to the parts of the building with power. Soon you found yourself walking to the familiar living space where a few people rested. Dabi laid himself out on one of the couches, Spinner sat fiddling with his burner phone, and Twice had started yelling at the TV before you arrived.

"Luuuunch!" Toga shouted. Toga was often used as the errand girl, she brought back necessary supplies, oftentimes food. Today Toga asked you to tag along and help out, and there wasn't a single objection to the hostage going out on the town. You sat the heavy bags down on the coffee table, taking out the contents as you spoke.

"Where are the others?" You asked.

"Mr. Compress was sent on an errand of his own. And Shigaraki's probably pouting in his room. He'll come out when he's hungry." Dabi groaned as he took his meal from your hand.

"Oh. I'll just bring it to him." You said, absent-minded. All eyes turned to you, looking confused and shocked. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing! It's just-"

"He doesn't like to be disturbed." Toga and Twice spoke. You paused and looked at the box in your hand. It would get cold if he didn't eat soon, and besides, none of you had had much to eat lately, you were sure he was hungry. You knew you were.

"I'll just leave it at the door and knock. It'll get cold and then he'll be in an even worse mood." You told them. They watched you turn and walk up the stairs to his "room". You stood in front of the door, with such thin walls you could hear furious typing on the other side. Loud clicking of a mouse, and the sound of a computer's fan. You took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door. Suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped, followed by a bark.

"What!?"

"Foods here." You called back. You heard footsteps on the other side growing louder and louder until the door flew open. You stared up at the tall man as he looked down on you. His hair hung over his face, his eyes hardly visible. Your heart rate quickened the longer you looked at him. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Give it to me." He held out his hand, his pinky holding out in preparation to receive the box.

"You said you liked spice stuff, right?" You asked as you placed it in his hand.

"Yeah."

"We got you their spicy special. I hope it's not too much. The sign said 'caution' on it." He scoffed at you, turning the box and looking at the writing on it. He fell very quiet. Inspecting the box, you suddenly worried that something was wrong with it. That maybe you'd messed up somehow. But before your anxiety could reach its peak-

"Thank you." His voice was low and soft. You could hardly hear him. Then before you could respond he closed the door and left you alone again. Did he really say that? You never heard him say that to anyone. Granted, you hardly knew him but still, the way he said it, it made you feel... special in some way. You shook yourself from your train of thought and shuffled down the hallway, pausing when you heard movement and the door to Shigaraki's room open. You froze.

"Wait a minute." He barked. You turned too look at him. He hung out of the doorway to stare at you.

"W-What?" You asked. Shigaraki had a way of making people feel like they were in trouble. His ability to easily become an authority figure was something you were beginning to understand now.

"You...went out?" You nodded. He paused and looked away, his eyes shifting as the gears spun in his head. He turned back into his room as he spoke, "come here for a second." He asked. You slowly made your way to his room, the door left wide for you to peak inside. A dark room lit by portable light fixtures and a laptop computer which sat on an old desk. A cot thrown to the corner covered by the same old and tattered blankets the rest of you had.

"Am I... in trouble?" You croaked.

"What? No. Close the door behind you, you'll let in a draft." He ordered, seeming genuinely confused by your question. You closed the door behind you, leaving you completely alone with him in his space. Your heart raced.

You watched him turn and look up at the wall which he had decorated with plans. Pictures of heroes and villains cut out and pinned. Newspaper clippings, printed out articles and research essays. He was planning something, but what it was was difficult to determine. You did notice however, a cut out of an empty figure with your name on it pinned to the center of it all. You stared at it for a second before he broke you from your train of thought.

"Well?"

"Huh!?"

"What do you think?" He asked. His attention turned to his meal, he picked at it, taking a few bites.

"Of what?"

"...the plan." You looked back at the wall, puzzled you tried your best to gain any sort of information from it. Only being able to find bits and pieces. You knew it involved you, your father, and the take down of hero society. A cut out piece of article said something about the rise of villains, that more and more people were turning to villain work. How those rates have a correlation with classes. You slowly turned back to look at him.

"I'm sorry you're gonna have to explain this to me." You told him. He rolled his eyes and stood, directing his attention to his work as he spoke.

"This is the second part of the plan."

"What was the first?"

"Taking you as a hostage."

"Right. But, didn't you say the plan was to expose the heroes after they weren't able to rescue me and not only expose the faulty heroes but also my father as a neglectful and flawed individual not worthy of the hero title?" He paused.

"Yes."

"But that didn't go as planned."

"....."

"Didn't you say something about making a video to broadcast outing myself as All Might's daughter and causing panic? What happened to that plan?"

"It became leverage. If they attempt to come for you, then we'll go with that. But if we do that now, they'll come for you now and we'll be forced to fight."

"Isn't a fight...a good thing? You'd get news coverage and You'd no doubt gain supporters."

"Normally it would. But a fight isn't what we need right now. The heroes have us surrounded. If we make any move at all, we're in their hands. We won't be able to win."

"Not even with your quirk? Couldn't you-"

"Not with everyone here. As strong as I've gotten, I'm not strong enough to keep them from getting swept up and dusted too."

"Right."

"We're in a tight spot. One wrong move and we'll be wiped out."

"What about your supporters? Couldn't you get help from the outside."

"I could, but the heroes would see it coming. They have our signal tapped. Any sort of communication has to be verbal or written."

"Homing pigeon?" You offered. It made him smirk.

"Right now we're like a fox trapped in its own hole by hunters."

"So... we dig?" That made him smile, wide.

"Dig. If we could smuggle ourselves out of the city, we could reach a clear spot where we can call for backup to get us."

"Why not send one person to smuggle themselves out? Toga could easily disguise herself and leave."

"They have a barrier."

"What?"

"Part of the city is closed off until further notice. They know exactly where we are. If one gets out, they won't hesitate to come for all of us. We all have to get out at once and they can't notice until it's too late."

"But how the hell are you gonna do that?" His smile widened. He looked truly excited and happy. For the first time you saw your capture seem truly excited about something.

"We have a few secret recruits in the city. Spies." He turned his attention back to his meal box, reaching in to pull out the inner box that held the food, to reveal a piece of paper sitting underneath in the flimsy take out box. "I didn't know they were letting you out of the base now." He spoke as he opened and read the note within the box.

"I thought, you knew. I thought you were the one that said I could. Dabi said it was fine." He read the note and stood to pin it up on the wall before speaking.

"I've been too busy with this to worry about you. You shouldn't believe everything that Dabi says. I told him to make sure you just don't have another episode and cause a scene before we leave. I thought assigning him babysitting duty would keep him busy." He chuckled. "There's just one thing I don't understand." He turned back to you. "Why didn't you leave?"

"I...I..."

"You had the opportunity, but you're still here. Why?" You froze. Why? Why didn't you run?

"I was scared I'd be killed." You lied. He laughed at you.

"Don't lie to me. You lost that fear a long time ago. You know that's not true. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you a long time ago."

"You've kept me alive to use me as bate. To, to expose the truth." You argued.

"With Toga, we wouldn't need to." You swallowed hard. You knew he had thought about this.

"I'll tell you why I stayed, if you tell me why you've been training me." He scoffed.

"To keep you busy, to keep you from having another episode."

"That doesn't make sense. You could have drugged me, killed me, you said it yourself. But you kept me alive, you kept me busy. You could have kept me on my meds, unable to use it at all but you insisted I learn my quirk. You trained me yourself. Why?" His smile faded and his expression became dark.

"I asked you first." He growled. You looked away from him and thought for a moment before gaining the strength to answer. You knew the truth for a while now. You never wanted to say it out loud. You refused to look at him as you spoke.

"I don't wanna go back. But you probably already knew that by now. You just wanted to hear me say it, huh?" His smirk returned.

"Had a hunch." He snickered.

"Now you answer me."

"Why don't you wanna go back?"

"We had a deal. Answer my question now." You barked at him. It took him a long pause. A full minute of waiting in silence felt like agony.

"I thought it would help you feel better." He muttered in a surprisingly husky tone. "Keep you from asking me to dust you again." That's right, during your episode...

"I'm sorry." You blurted.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I... I asked you to kill me." You hid your face from him. He shifted and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's not a big deal, I dust people all the time."

"No, I know. But like, I can't imagine being asked to by someone having a fucking break down happens all the time too. I kinda...kinda put you in a shitty position." When you looked up, he looked confused. Comically so. "What?"

"I took you hostage." He reminded you. You couldn't help but chuckle, that made him more confused.

"Shit, yeah, you're right. Guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself huh?" He looked away. "Still. My intentions weren't to upset you."

"You didn't upset me."

"It seems like I upset you." You toyed. His guard was down, he was vulnerable, and allowing you to be there.

"Shut up. You didn't answer my other question!" He shouted in an almost playful tone. You couldn't help but smile, only to have it slowly fade as you thought about your second answer.

"I don't want to go back because..." you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak. He looked down at you, waiting for an answer. He seemed almost relaxed. He seemed normal. Like a normal guy leaning against the wall of his bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes wandered up to his scarred neck, bright red scabs forming. Inflamed and fresh. He had recently scratched at it again, clearly in an upset state too. When he blinked you got a clear view of the scarring around his eyes.

"Boss!" A familiar voice shouted from outside the door. "Boss!" Before you could move the door was thrown open, Spinner's wide eyes finding you standing there. He shook his confusion loose before turning back to Shigaraki who quickly changed his position to attention. "Come quick!"

You followed him back to the living space where the old television sat. The news playing loudly as everyone gathered around to watch in panic. Swat teams and heroes decorated the screen as shot after shot showed them surrounding your building. Fear ran from your toes to your head, making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Shit. Shit. Shit. They're here for you. But you...you weren't ready to leave. And what about-

"Not again! - We can take 'em'!" Twice shouted at it like a sport was playing.

"Tomura, what are we going to do!?" Toga asked, frantically bobbing up and down in panic. He watched the TV intently listening in.

"After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, police and heroes found missing tourist Y/L/N Y/N being held captive by The League of Villains in this abandoned office building. Officials are working now to safely rescue the hostage."

Suddenly a loud voice was heard both on TV and through the halls of the building.

"League of Villains. We have you surrounded. Please let Y/L/N go and no one will be hurt." A cop shouted through a megaphone.

"C'mon Shigaraki, what's the plan?" Dabi asked, clearly starting to get uncomfortable. Before Shigaraki could respond, you spoke.

"Well, looks like this is it for me." You began walking away, only to be stopped by a strong, four-fingered grip pulling you back.

"Where do you think you're going!?" He growled.

"The jig is up, Shigaraki! Let me go! I'm not useful anymore. All they want is me, if I'm out of your hair you'll be able to escape easier." His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his red eyes bore into yours.

"So long as you're here they won't dare make a move. You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here."

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i just read your piece about eric derekson on ao3!!! ahh!! i'm in love with all those big bad soft boys who love 1 very sweet and anxious boy 💚💚💚 ;w; especially google and dark! i absolutely love your take on them!! and host as well, the opening of the whole fic is just fantastic! do you have any future plans to write more of the iplier-egos? if you do i can't wait to read it!

ahh anon thank you this is so positive and sweet wow!!! i’m so glad you liked it because i actually still enjoy that fic so much and yes actually i think the iplier egos are so much fun. dude kskdngdf i do have this fic i’m working on that’s all about Google, kind of a sequel to the Newcomer - I would call it the Soldier because it’s all about him being Dark’s right hand (Dark is the only being he respects and he does whatever he tells him) but as he begins to feel more and more emotions he starts to get scared Dark will see him as weak and throw him out. but it’s also about him taking care of the twins and Eric and Host, him being friends with Ippy and trying to get along with Bing, and him and Bim fighting at every chance they get. but i really should stop even mentioning it because i can never seem to get it finished!!! but i hope i will someday :) it’s about 20,000 words so far. can i offer a sneak peek in exchange for your nice words? i’m excited to share it haha

“Do you think I've changed?” asks Google the next night, when the clinic is empty except for him and the doctor.

Iplier sets his pen down, turning slightly in his chair. “Do I think you've changed?”

The clinic smells like sanitizer and orange-scented handsoap and the piney, slightly over-powerful cologne that Google's come to associate with the doctor. There's a woodpecker working on a tree outside and it's a little too hot. Google sits stiff in the same spot he's sat for more than an hour, his knees drawn up to his chest as he bounces a stress ball at the wall.

Back and forth, back and forth. Iplier waits for Google to look at him, but he doesn't. He sighs and leans back in his chair, trying to figure out exactly what it is he's been asked.

The clinic is little more than a closet, hardly large enough to fit Doc's desk and a cot for somebody hurt. Google has never really understood why Iplier spends so much time in here. Then again, he himself spends a lot of time in here too, sitting tucked in the corner beside the desk while Ippy works quiet at his side.

“Yeah,” says Doc finally. “Are you asking me if you've changed from when you were created? Yeah, you've changed.”

“Hey,” he adds, when Google doesn't answer. He reaches out and shoves, almost playfully, at Google's head, making the android scowl. Ippy laughs softly, looking down at him with concern. “Hey, hey, come on. Stop throwing that, tell me what's wrong.”

Google clenches the stress ball in his hand, his teeth gritted tight in his mouth. “Nothing wrong.”

“Whatever, yeah.”

They sit together for a long time.

“Don't know what's happening to me,” chokes Google.

Fear in his voice.

Iplier is out of his chair in a second, Iplier's at his side in a second, and he's asking him, low and urgent, “what's wrong, are you hurt, what do you mean, I've never seen you act like this – ”

Google just hides his face in his hands until Iplier is calm again. Until they're sitting in silence again. They've spent long hours sitting in silence together, and it is because of that that Google trusts Iplier more than he trusts anyone else in the world.

“I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone this,” Google whispers, tucking his hair behind his ears and trying to stimulate breathing steadily. “I'll show you trepanation up close and personal.”

Ippy just laughs. His hands are warm on Google's kneeplates. “Okay,” he says. “Tell me anyway.”

He means to say something like, “I'm having a cognitive malfunction” or “my emotional processor is out of control,” or “yesterday I looked at a stupid Francisco Goya painting and decided that I hated it, that it was revolting and awful and I didn't want to see it again, and how can that be when I was made to know but never to understand?”

But what comes out is just fear.

And he says, “Edward, do you think the darkness would get rid of me if I stopped being useful?”

The clock on Iplier's desk ticks softly by. The air conditioner kicks on in the next room over and cool air filters down through the vents. The stress ball under Google's fingers has burst, and he just sits, and waits, for Iplier to speak.

He has dark eyes and a kind mouth. He's grown his beard out heavier than Mark's and he's wearing his lab coat even though there's no one to see right now but his friend.

“I don't know,” he says finally, reaching out to adjust the glasses fallen down on Google's nose.

They've never lied to each other once in their lives. Not on purpose, anyway.

“I don't know if he would throw you out.”

They sit together for a long time yet.

“But I wouldn't,” adds Iplier gently. “No, shut up, let me be here, okay? I wouldn't throw you out, Google. So you focus on figuring this out. On finding out who you want to be. And I'll be right here when you need me. Okay, buddy?”

Google sighs. “Don't call me buddy.”

Iplier ruffles his hair and makes him growl. The doctor laughs and Google manages not to smile, reaching out to shove gently at Iplier's chest, where his human heart beats fragile beneath twelve pairs of thin white ribs.

“Everything's going to be okay,” says Iplier, and Google, in an act that he knows is pure human, chooses to believe him.

[darylandbethfanforever9]

Downfall Of Us All: Chapter 12

Downfall Of Us All

Chapter 12

AN: I’m going through a rough time right now, emotionally and I’m sorry that I won’t be posting a chapter every day. Thank you to @jtargaryen18​ for writing this story with me.

"If Foster's assistant hadn't been snooping for information, on Project Genesis then Foster wouldn't be in this mess." Rumlow said bluntly, eying Pepper hungrily. She wasn't bad looking, and she had wonderful breasts as he pulled out the metal handcuffs. He restrained her hands, and Laura smirked in amusement. This would be fun.

Rumlow could tell help but feel aroused by the sight of Pepper Potts handcuffed to the bed, and he cupped her right breast tightly. He heard her moan, and smirked.

One of the HYDRA female scientists strapped her legs down to begin the process, he was going to enjoy this. He saw her wake up and grinned malevolently at her. "Hello Virginia, you're gonna be part of our experiment." He said amused, as he began cutting at her hospital gown with his knife.

Pepper's eyes widened, she jerked in the restraints as the knife sliced the gown up, over her stomach. "W-what experiment?" Pepper looked groggy, but she did understand that she was in very real danger. "Where am I?" "Don't worry about where you are," Rumlow told her as she slid the knife through the gown to just under her chin, grinning as he let the gown gap open down her body. "The experiment, well, let's just say it's not totally unfamiliar to you personally." Pepper's gaze bounced from Laura and back to him. Pepper squinted at her, did a double take. "Laura?" she rasped. "Right? You're Clint's wife." Laura shrugged nonchalantly. "Was." "What? Why are you here? Where's Clint?" Pepper's panic was a living thing around them, her fear nearly tangible. For Rumlow, the fear satisfied a craving. It was all he could do to contain the feeling of triumph as he watched the famous Pepper Potts, posed wife of Tony Stark, crumble before him. "Clint will meet the same fate as his children soon enough," Laura said coolly. "Not your problem though." One of the scientists reached the table next to the bed, opening a case he placed on the table. He opened it to reveal a set of injections of something that looked terrifying familiar. "Is that…?" The scientist, a small bald man, didn't even make eye contact with her. "Extremis?" Rumlow asked. "Why, yes, it is. I'm pleased you remember." Pepper shook her head frantically in denial. "You can't… Why would you… Why are you doing this?" Rumlow shrugged a shoulder. "I'm doing this because that's why HYDRA wants. Specifically, to you because you once had Extremis and you did remarkably well. You'll be our star pupil." "I need your help now," the scientist said, injection at the ready. Pepper fought as she watched the huge man walk around the bed to the other side. His grip on her arm was like a vice. He kept her arm flat against the metal bar, so she couldn't move it, smiling at her the entire while. "Just a few pricks," he told her, making it sound like she was overreacting. "Then a bigger one once he's done. Me and you will have a little fun." Pepper's mouth dropped open as the needle slid into her arm. She screamed as it burned its way along her arm, through her body.

"T-Tony will come for me," she warned them. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," Rumlow said with a chuckle. "That was a pretty bad fight. The slap across the face was a nice touch. I'm not so sure I'd come after you. I mean, you have a guy, a do-gooder granted, working hard to make the world a safe place for everyone, including you, and you're just a complete bitch to him. It's a level of selfishness that's just impressive really." Pepper gasped, feeling the virus burn its way into her body. "That's why I'm not going to feel too bad about what we do after these injections." Laura laughed on the other side. "You going to stay and watch again," Rumlow asked her. Her nod was the last thing Pepper saw as everything started to fade in and out. It felt like she was burning alive, from the inside out. The pain was intense and then he planned to rape her? With any luck, this time, the Extremis would kill her.

She could feel the burning sensation, despite needles being injected into her bloodstream. She could feel the fire burning through her veins, and cried out in pain. This could be happening to her again, it couldn't be. She felt tears stream down her face, she didn't regret how she'd spoken to Tony. If Tony hadn't gotten back into being Iron Man, then none of this would have happened.

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The team refused to give up on finding Pepper, Darcy and Jane. The team had reluctant help from S.H.I.E.L.D grudgingly and were searching abandoned HYDRA bases in America. Clint and Grace both surveyed the abandoned HYDRA base located in Wyoming, it looked deserted. They cautiously entered the base, and Grace looked around quietly. It was like people had left in a hurry, there was hardly any equipment around the place. Clint cautiously checked the room and found nothing. He joined Grace and they both began searching the other rooms, when they came across a file. Half of it was written in Romanian, and Ukrainian. Clint couldn't make out most of it, but Grace helped him translate some of the words. He felt his stomach drop, as he saw Grace's face pale. Project Genesis. The project had been formed by Dr List and Dr Wolfgang Strucker, in 2014. The project's aim was to use Enhanced, Inhuman and Gifted women as breeding mares for HYDRA agents who had been part of Project Centipede. The file went on to file how many of the women had died from complications, caused by being impregnated by the HYDRA agents. Many of the women had died along with the baby, and there had been only one survivor. Grace Melnychenko Drăgoi had survived the procedure, she'd been captured in early July. Unlike the other women who had failed to carry the pregnancies to term, Grace had thrived, and it was believed her DNA had protected her. 'Test Subject 24 shows no signs of illness, or stress. The father of the child had been informed.' HYDRA also expressed interest in using Peter Parker, Natasha, Sophie and Bucky but dismissed Peter due to his young age. Clint saw that Grace was shaking slightly and gave her hand a tight squeeze. She gave him a grateful smile, and they put the file away as they continued to search. The wind howled around the base, and Clint pulled out his bow when he saw a blood trail leading down the hallway. He cautiously followed it, Grace behind him. And lying on a medical table, was the dead body of a young woman. Her stomach had been cut open, and her skin was waxy looking. She'd been dead for a few days.

"My God, Clint," Grace said with tears in her voice. "How many women have they done this to? How are we going to stop them?" Clint steered her out of the room. "Grace, we don't have to know right now how we're going to stop them. We only have to know that we will." Her beautiful face was drained of colour. "Clint, I'm scared." "I know," he told her, getting his comm ready to bring the team in for the body. "But I'm not going to let anything happen to you. The team will keep you and your sister safe. I can promise you that." "And Bucky?" Clint snorted. "Steve damn near tore the Avengers apart before for Bucky. I would expect no less now. Besides, I think he likes your sister." Grace smiled at that, one small happy thought in all this darkness. "Need a team up here," Clint said into the comm. "We've got another body. If we can spare a couple of agents, let's sweep the grounds. You'll probably find the body of a child buried somewhere on the grounds." Grace's chin trembled. Clint wrapped an arm around her, trying to steady her. She was clutching the file so tightly in her hand that her knuckles were white. "Let's get you out of here," Clint said. "Okay?"

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Tony sat behind his desk when Clint walked in, Steve and Bruce waiting with him. "What did you find?" Tony asked. "Why the specificity on who was here?" Clint held the file, placing it down on Tony's desk. "Information Grace and I found on in Wyoming," he explained. "Most of it is in languages I can't read. The gist of it? Project Genesis."

That got Tony's attention. "Did you say Project Genesis?" "Yeah, reasonably sure I did," Clint told him. "Do you know what it is?" Tony asked curiously. "A breeding program to create super-soldiers," Clint told him. "The only one the Erskine serum ever really worked on was Cap here. Since they can't replicate his formula, they are taking enhanced and inhuman women, raping them, and forcing them to carry pregnancies that they hope will be a new race." Steve's expression was grim. "That's disgusting." "I asked for the specific people now because I don't want people's emotions to compromise them as we deal with this," Clint explained. "Compromised?" Steve asked concerned. "I even hesitated to have you here," Clint told him. "This concerns Bucky too." That got Steve's attention. "What about Bucky?" Clint calmly explained what they found. Aside from the body being autopsied at the moment in their lab, he explained the contents of the file. "Basically, only one woman has survived this procedure to produce a viable child," Clint finished. "Grace," Tony said out loud. Clint nodded grimly. "They will want her back," Clint told them. "And I don't mind saying that I'm emotionally invested because I'll die before I let that son-of-a-bitch Rumlow lay another hand on her." "They also had Sophie, Bucky, and Parker as viable candidates," Clint went on. "Peter?" Tony's face darkened in anger. "They ruled him out because of his age," Clint explained. "Bucky?" Steve didn't like that. "He's been through enough." "Agreed," Clint told him. "That wasn't why I didn't request him here. With Sophie being a target? I don't want him going off the deep end if they target her." Steve understood, but shook his head. "I think it will give him… focus." "I'll defer to whatever you think, Cap," Clint told him. "But I'm going to make my intentions very clear here. Rumlow? Is mine. Laura? She's mine. I don't want to fight any of you for the privilege of killing either one of them, but I will if I have to." "It's okay, Legolas," Tony told him, his expression serious where his words weren't. "I understand. For my part, I'll stay out of your way." "But parts of our team are targeted," Steve wanted them to understand. "That means we're going to have to handle things carefully. And Ross…" "Ross knew," Tony said, rising from his chair. "Son-of-a-bitch, you're right. He knew the girls were targets and that's why he put them on the Avengers Initiative. Bucky, he was theirs to play with for years. No offense, Cap, but that was a given. And Peter?" Clint knew that pissed Tony off. He thought of the kid as a son. "I want Peter looked after," Tony told them. Steve nodded his agreement.

"We won't let anything happen to Peter, Tony. Grace, and Sophie love Peter like he's their baby brother, and Lilia might actually blow up someone if they hurt her assistant." Clint reassured, Tony looked relieved and reassured. "We better tell his aunt, and put her into protective custody. Not to mention his friends, their parents never came back after we killed Thanos," Tony said quietly, sighing bitterly. Even though Thanos was dead, people had still died because of him snapping his fingers. It was something he still hadn't forgiven Peter Quill for, and why none of the team left them alone. Steve squeezed his shoulder in a sign of comfort, and they both decided to get the others.

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Lilia had been busy looking through Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster's laptops, that SHIELD had given to her. Whoever had been on them, had not left any clues. She frowned when she saw that Darcy had been hacking into the old Soviet Union government files, she managed to download the files onto a backup USB stick. 'Project Genesis Candidates.' 'Natalia Alianovna Romanoff: Deemed a suitable candidate, due to having been in the Red Room Program.' 'Sophie Anastasia Melnychenko Drăgoi: Deemed a suitable candidate, due to having been burn from the successful Widow Project.' 'Grace Alexandra Melnychenko Drăgoi: Deemed suitable, after successfully carrying a child conceived from a HYDRA agent who was a member of Project Centipede.' 'Peter Benjamin Parker: Not a suitable candidate, due to his young age.' 'James Buchanan Barnes: Deemed a suitable candidate, due to having the super soldier serum. Will be recaptured in time, along with the two sisters, and Black Widow.' The file went on to express interest in using an Enhanced individual known as Quicksilver, Lilia had no idea who that was. But HYDRA did want Wanda Maximoff, who was the only surviving female from Project Psyche. Lilia felt sick, as she saw Tony's name had been added onto the list, due to his genius intellect. It was hoped by using Steve, Bucky, and Quicksilver, and a man named Ronin that they could build an army. Hands shaking, she printed the files quickly and told her AI D.A.V.I.D to make sure no one hacked into the laptop. David assured her they wouldn’t and locked the laptop.

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Sophie and Grace had been in the training room all afternoon but neither minded, Grace had told Sophie what she and Clint had found in abandoned HYDRA base. It made her feel sick and horrified at what these people did to those poor women. Had they done this to their mother, when she'd been used by them.

She took off the boxing gloves, and took a sip from her bottle of water, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She saw Bucky entering the room, and he looked at her quietly. "Tony and Steve are calling an emergency meeting, everyone needs to be there in an hour," he explained quietly, and Sophie could tell that he was worried. "Has something happened?" Sophie asked concerned, Bucky bit his lip and squeezed her hand. He didn't want to scare her or Grace, as Peter came over. "Lilia's found out something on Darcy's laptop, and it's not good." He said finally, his voice from. Sophie felt her hair stand on end.

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They'd all gathered into the larger conference room at the compound for the meeting, Steve and Tony waiting for everyone to arrive and take a seat before getting started. Grace caught the concerned glance between Nat and Steve when she walked in with Sophie and it did nothing to bring down her already elevated anxiety level. Clint motioned her over, having saved her a seat. Joining him she sat down as Tony looked ready to get started. "Hey guys," Tony started. "So, thanks to ah, my –" "Lilia," she offered with a smile. "Her," Tony pointed to her, "we have some critical new data that we need to review as a team." "Starting without me?" Nicky Fury walked into the room to loom over them ominously, Maria Hill right behind me. "Just started," Tony told him, trying to reach his usual snarky level but missing it by a mile. Whatever it was, it had Tony rattled. That wasn't a good sign. "Lilia, why don't you…." Tony motioned her to the front. "Okay," Lilia told him, coming to stand next to him. "I was able to retrieve data from S.H.I.E.L.D from laptops belonging to Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis. Unfortunately, it appears they were targeted because of their hacking efforts into old Soviet files. From what I can tell Ms. Lewis was able to retrieve files and download them onto a thumb drive. No clues were left as to who accessed the systems after they were captured. Whoever they were, they really knew what they were doing." Steve's expression was grim as he looked to Thor, knowing his friend's feelings for Jane were still raw and painful. "They are calling this program Project Genesis and it's a breeding program. They need to generate an army of enhanced, superior individuals," Lilia explained. "Which doesn't do them any good for what – twenty years?" Nick offered. "Well," Lilia continued, "you would think that but…" "But what?" Sophie prompted, knowing the other woman was struggling with whatever she needed to say. "Okay, look," Lilia explained, "HYDRA has been secretly working on some very interesting biological experimentation in the last few decades. None of this is really new, it just existed without our awareness. They are working with Extremis, which I know most of you have heard of, and is likely why Pepper Potts was taken. She's been the most successful project with the virus to date." Tony's face showed his shock. "I'm sorry," Lilia told him. "The one project they haven't had any luck on – so far – is age acceleration. The minute they figure out how to do that, their army goes from being a threat down the road to an immediate emergency." "So, we need to locate facilities where this is being developed and shut them down?" Steve asked. Lilia nodded. "Apparently Darcy was able to locate certain data files, including lists of possible candidates for the project. They include Natasha ---"

"I can't have children," Nat pointed out. Lilia took a deep breath. "Another part of their biological developments is the reversal of sterilizations. Even on females. Their plan for you is to reverse that and then breed you." The look on Natasha's face made Lilia's heart drop. To think they sterilized her to make her a weapon, taking away her ability to have children if she ever wished. Then wanting to reinstate it to cruelly use her for a broodmare. "They have also identified Sophie and Grace as potential candidates," Lilia went on, "particularly since Grace is the only experiment case to produce a live birth and thrive with the child." "Live birth?" Grace's eyes stung with tears. "He's my son." "I know," Lilia said gently. "I mean you no offense. Sophie was the result of an experiment, same as you, and they think she's viable along with Bucky who they plan to take back and Wanda who is the only living experiment from Project Psyche." Bucky's expression was closed while the sisters gazed at each other fearfully. "They eliminated Peter Parker as a possible candidate, for now, due to his age," Lilia went on. "But the minute they can age him…?" Tony threw in. "They'll likely re-add him to the list," Lilia said. "This is barbaric," Natasha grumbled. "Forcing people to breed. How is that scientific?" "It greatly increases the chances of a viable pregnancy," Lilia told them. "They are using their agents as fathers for the female patients. Many have been a man named Brock Rumlow who is working with a female accomplice, someone you all knew as someone named Laura."

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Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Chapter 30:~Time After Time~ FINALE

Summary: The nights alone have become colder and colder, and not just because of the weather.

Warnings: Angst in the beginning.

Read it on my Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2596

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A/N: This is it. The final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone that has liked, reblogged, or simply read any and every chapter of this fic. It's the first fanfiction I've completed in almost 5 years, but it's the first I've ever made public on Tumblr. It may be a while until I get back into writing completely, as I've decided to ship some of my creative focus towards drawing. I'm not very good at it, but I aspire to improve. Will I show my work at all? Maybe, if there's really a demand for it (though I doubt it lmao). I may post some Oneshots here or there. We'll see.

Until then, thank you for reading.

After you'd return home, Tom would start calling you at least twice a day for the next couple weeks. You didn't have the heart to block his number, but you certainly weren't going to pick up and talk to him. You couldn't believe what had happened at that event. You couldn't believe you allowed it to happen. You were always against public sex, but you couldn't help yourself around him. It's like he had you under a spell that forced you to need him. To desire him.

That's why you needed to stay far away from him. It doesn't matter that he loves you. He hurt you, in ways you can't even explain. In ways you don't want to explain. You just wanted to forget that night. Forget your feelings.

Forget him.

Though even after a month of locking yourself into your work, you still received his calls. You kept hearing about the play he was in and how great he was doing, even though the public had finally found out that you were no longer together. You couldn't help but check up on him and his play. While it hurt to hear his name, you were proud of him. You were proud of all he had already accomplished. You wish you could just talk to him and hear him boast about it. You were so excited to talk to him more about it before the big fight. It ate away at your heart that you couldn't hear him ramble about it. Hear the excited tone in his voice. You didn't want to stay mad at him, especially after the last thing he said to you...

Did he mean it? Did he...love you? Really love you? In truth, you were tired of being angry. You just wanted a chance to talk, but everytime he'd call you, you'd freeze up. You wouldn't, or couldn't answer.

That night, you really couldn't get to sleep, and you couldn't put on a happy smile for a stream. All you could really do is lay in bed with your phone beside you, quietly thinking to yourself.

You heard your phone begin to ring, looking at the Caller ID. You recognized the number. It was Tom.

You felt your heart flutter a little. You've been thinking about him all day, and you had wondered if these calls were ever going to stop. Did you even want them to stop?

Before the ringing would stop, you picked up the phone and answered it, holding it up to your ear. You heard nothing. Not even breathing.

"...Hello?..." You whispered, already feeling your emotions flare up. "...Tom?.."

"...You picked up.." You heard him speak, his tone sounding a little shaky. Had he been crying?

"Y-Yeah, I know..." You smirked slightly, sitting up some. "I-I guess I had to, eventually.."

"You...haven't picked up at all...f-for weeks.." Tom whispered. "I-I've just...been calling to hear your voicemail."

That hit you rather harder than you expected it to, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You didn't want to get emotional again, but it was hard not to. He sounded sad.

"H...How's the play been?.." You asked, giving a shaky smile.

"Good.." You heard a half laugh from Tom. "I-It's been...fun. I...wish you could see it."

You frowned a little, closing your eyes to let some tears slowly fall down your cheeks.

"...Me too.." You admitted, giving a shaky breath. "I...I'm...tired of being angry. I want to talk.."

Tom let out another sigh, taking a minute to find the right words before speaking up again.

"...I was wrong to get angry at you.." Tom spoke, his voice a little shaky again. "I shouldn't of said the things I said, and I should've let you speak for yourself instead of barging out of that house and leaving you with all that paperwork. I regret it. I regret it all. I regret everything I did to you to make you upset, (Y/N).."

You frowned deeply, the hand holding the phone becoming a little shaky. You believed him, but part of you still hurt. He really did break your heart.

You sniffled somewhat, knowing he heard it. "D-Did you mean it?.." You finally managed to ask, your body shivering a little.

"I didn't mean to make you upset.." Tom spoke, though he was a little confused with what you meant.

"I-I mean...at the show.." You let out a shaky breath. "W-When you said you loved me...did you mean it? Or--Or was is just from the heat of the moment?.."

"...I meant it." Tom admitted, giving a slight sad chuckle. "I absolutely mean it. I love you.."

You couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering up again. You placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat increase.

"...I love you too, Tom.." You spoke, holding back a slight sob.

You heard Tom give a shaky chuckle. You could practically see his big smile in your head. You missed that smile dearly. You wished you could see it again.

"S-So.." Tom calmed himself, clearing his throat a bit. "Wh-What now? Will you take me back?"

You smiled a little. "D-Do you think this would work? A long distance sort of thing?.." You asked.

"If I could fly you down here to be with me, I would.." Tom admitted. "But this play has me incredibly busy. I hardly have time to walk Bobby in the morning.."

"And I barely have the assets and time to actually start a moving process.." You frowned slightly. "Moving to another country, as much as I want it, would be ridiculously hard on my own."

You and Tom both went quiet for a moment, both of you really thinking about this. Neither of you had the time to help you get to him, but neither of you wanted to be apart for months. Who knows what else may come up during Tom's play? He could end up being gone until Christmas or something. You wanted to see him.

"I'm sure I'll think of something.." Tom finally spoke, smiling a little. "I promise. I'll find a way to you.."

"Don't start throwing money around to get to me.." You chuckled a bit, making him laugh as well. "As much as I miss you, I can wait for as long as you need me to."

"I'm not sure I can.." Tom admitted, letting out a slight sigh. "I'd love to catch

up with you on everything, but it's nearly 3 in the morning and I need to get some sleep.." Ah, you had forgotten about the Timezone differences. He's all the way up in London now, after all.

"I promised to call you before the play. I promise.."

"Okay.." You smiled warmly. "I-I love you, Tom.."

"And I love you, (Y/N). Truly.." He spoke in a warm tone. It made your chest feel all warm.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight.."

He hung up first after that.

You set your phone down, feeling your heartbeat once more as a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. You forgave him and admitted that you loved him, but would you really be okay having to wait months and months to see him again? You just wanted to be in his arms again and feel his lips on yours. You were scared of how long you'd potentially have to wait.

Despite that, you were able to get some nice rest. You dreamed of the day you'd get to lay in his arms.

And it would come sooner than you thought.

Another month went by, and you had gotten yourself on to a talk show to talk about your rising fame and upcoming movie. You had never been on one before, so you made sure to doll yourself up a little bit and wear a nice dress. It would be weird going up there on your own, but you had heard and seen from other interviews that the talk show host man was really nice. After fixing yourself up in the mirror, you saw the show start. The talk show host introduced you to the audience before calling you on stage. You smiled brightly as you climbed the stairs and went on stage, seeing all of the people from the audience begin to cheer. All of those people made a permanent bright smile appear on your face. You waved at everyone with a soft chuckle before sitting down on the soft sofa, shaking the show hosts hand as everyone quieted down.

"So nice to have someone new for a change!" The host spoke with a chuckle.

"It feels amazing to be here.." You admitted with a bright smile, crossing your legs.

"So, you've got your first movie coming out, eh? Got yourself quite the co-star, I hear.." They began, leaning forward a bit on their desk. "How was that?"

You chuckled again. People had learned that you and Tom were back together, so you've never stopped hearing about him.

"Yeah. We actually had to live together by that little outdoor set.." You admitted. "I messed up with renting one of the houses, so he let me stay with him."

"And that's how you fell in love, yeah?" The host grinned, being interrupted by the audience clapping for a moment before they'd quiet down. That was so surreal to see.

"I always hear about flings happening between costars on set.." You admitted. "But...my time with him was much more than that. He's treated me better than most, that's for sure."

"You haven't seen him since the beginning of the year, yes?" The host asked. "Has that been hard for you?"

You smiled sadly, placing a hand on your chest some. "It's not impossible, but it's been hard. I'm not upset about it, though. We've both become incredibly busy rather quickly. He's got his play, which I hear is amazing, and I've been streaming practically 7 times a week now that I've had the time again."

"Well, it's good to know you're staying optimistic." The host replied.

"Yeah.." you nodded a bit. "It's been...a little harder these last couple days, though. We call each other multiple days a week."

"Do you have a song you like to listen to?" The host asked, smirking some. "One that reminds you of him?"

You took a moment to really think about that. The question brought you back to the time you and Tom went to the grocery store and Time After Time came on the radio in the car, and when he kissed you in front of everyone in that clothing shop, the same song played. You had downloaded the song on to your phone after that day. You didn't realize how important it was to you until now. Tom even had it on his phone, last time you checked.

"Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time', maybe?.." You admitted with a shy chuckle. "It's played a couple times during my days with Tom. I downloaded it after people found out we were together because it was playing in that clothing store when he kissed me."

"Awe, that's sounds perfect.." The host smiled brightly, one of his hands moving under the desk. "You think Tom would give the same answer?" They asked.

"I mean, he's into the older styles of music.." You chuckled, a little confused. "I could call him and ask him later.."

You were too focused on the show host to hear footsteps come upstairs on to the stage, though the surprise was ruined by the sudden erupting screams and applause from the audience.

You turned around just in time for the host to start playing that song over the little speaks around set as you and the man locked eyes.

It was Tom.

You couldn't believe it.

Your eyes immedietly watered as you got up from your seat and ran to Tom, seeing him open out his arms to you. You ran right into his arms, wrapping your arms around his body. You almost didn't believe that this was real. It felt like a dream. How was he here? How did he make time for this?

You pulled back and cupped his face with both hands, already nearly sobbing just from the sight of him.

"Are you actually here!?" You asked with a happy whimper. It warmed your heart to see his big smile. He was emotional, too.

"I managed to find some extra time to get a flight down.." Tom chuckled, though he wasn't able to explain himself fully just yet. Hearing his voice so close to you made you want to just break into happy tears right then and there, so you pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. You heard the audience go nuts, making you smile in the kiss. Tom pulled you closer to him, keeping the kiss locked until he remembered you were supposed to be doing an interview. He pulled back and gestured to the seats, holding your hand as you both sat down.

You could barely keep your eyes off of Tom for the whole rest of the interview. Afterwards, you'd say goodbye to everyone and leave the building together. You spoke outside once you reached his car.

"I've got another surprise for you.." Tom admitted, giving you a warm smile as he let go of your hand. He moved into his car for a moment and pulled out something before going back to you. He revealed 2 one-way tickets. Tickets to the UK.

"Would you still like to move in with me, my love?.." He asked you, looking into your eyes with his big, blue orbs.

Your eyes widened some and your heart skipped a beat. You placed your hand over your mouth before giving a shaky chuckle. "A-Are you serious?..." You asked, seeing him nod.

"With one phone call to a familiar moving company and a day or two, you can be living with me.." Tom spoke. "All I need is a Y--"

"Yes! Hell yes!" You chuckled happily before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into another close hug. Tom flinched before chuckling, hugging you back for a moment before pulling back to give you another deep kiss, inhaling some to take in how soft your lips were. The joy you felt in your heart couldn't be properly described.

You pulled back from the kiss to wipe all the tears that had run down your cheeks, including some of the makeup makeup had on. "I'm gonna end up crying all day.." you joked with a chuckle.

Tom chuckled as well, smirking some. "I could give you other reasons to have tears in your eyes.."

Oh god, you had a feeling he hadn't gotten over this flirtatious phase he's had with you.

Then again...

You chuckled some. "It's been a couple months hasn't it?" You asked, biting yhe corner of your lower lip.

"Mhmm.." Tom purred somewhat "and I've learned some things.."

"Have you, now?.." You tilted your head some, getting a nod from Tom.

"Indeed I have.." Tom grinned. "And there's a certain...doctor who has been dying to meet you."

You knew who he was talking about. You recently rewatched High-Rise.

"Ooh, I guess I shouldn't keep him waiting, then.." You purred back with a little wink, moving around him to get into the passenger side.

Tom snickered some, getting into the drivers side.

You bet there would be quite a bit of steamy love after packing.