#i told her i want to go back to school but she kept hounding me abt it and applying NOW and im like… give me a while damn
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kind of sucks. my family. thinking abt them makes me so angry and sad. its all ive ever known, i deserve better, and its something im born into and i CAN choose to leave but theyve pushed and forced themselves into me so much that i dont know if i can without something killing me. idk. it sucks a lot. i feel like im carrying sickness in me, and its something i cant fix. idk idk idk. like.
#the eternal. pain of how this is my one life and ppl i dont even know have ruined it so much that im just. a living shell of a person#i wasnt able to develop hobbies or interests that werent to further my moms view of success of a person. and im just. nothing now#yes i like art. yes i like to write. but what else? im tired of my interests and everything doesnt seem. fun anymore#yea it might be depression but shhh shhh i dont have that a depressed person should be able to get better grades#i hate her so much.#i told her i want to go back to school but she kept hounding me abt it and applying NOW and im like… give me a while damn#and was like dont waste ur time at work just to get one year of exp and im like. i couldve gotten more. if u didnt not let me find work#lmao. anyway
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realizations | e.w
summary: the campfire causes a tension between you and abby. aquarium day causes you to be honest with how you feel about either girls.
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
word count: 3.7K
contains: mature language, joel supremacy, ellie being the cutest there is, reader again being so indecisive (last time i swear), more inaccurate portrayals of camps but this is MY story :)
a/n: school has been kicking my ass already. i cranked this out for you lovelies <3 i hope all of you enjoy!!!
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Approaching the circle of kids around the campfire, Jesse was hovering over a few kids to make sure they were a reasonable distance from the flames, Steve and Robin were messily hounding down an extra-large s’more concoction, Abby carefully helping a few kids with the placement of their marshmallows, Ellie strumming away at her guitar singing ‘Black Bird’ and Dina softly humming along with some of her kids was a sight to behold. You even spotted a bunch of the campers with smears of chocolate and melted marshmallows on their cheeks and chins.
You had told Joel that you were going to be taking a ‘nap’ so that he could watch over your kids for a bit. In reality, you had just wanted some secluded alone time with your phone; texting your anxious dads that you were in fact not dead. You had a comfortable thin sweater over your tank top, the neckline slightly hanging off of your shoulder. You made eye contact with a soft singing Ellie and her lips stretched into a small smile.
You couldn’t believe that you were even considering yearning for Ellie for another summer or letting yourself find comfort in Abby.
What snapped you out of it was Abby, waving you over to the space next to her on the log. You send her a small smile at the tall blonde, making your way over. Your tennis shoes crunch under the twigs and fallen leaves as you clasp your hands behind your back.
“Wow, you kept your promise.” You tease as you seat yourself next to her.
Abby chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m very trustworthy.”
“Well, now I know. I’m still holding you for helping me prank Ellie later.” You point a finger at her accusingly.
Abby held one of her fingers in front of her mouth as she glanced around at the campers.
“Don’t mention the ‘p’ word. We don’t want to have another ‘bubbles’ incident.” Abby lightly chuckled.
You wince as you know she was right. As far as you could tell, the campers weren’t even close to thinking about pulling a prank. Well, not close to pulling a prank on you which you could live with. If it was any of the boys, you could definitely live with that.
“Can I ask you something?” Abby whispers.
You try to ignore Ellie’s singing to tune into what Abby is about to say.
“Yeah, what’s up?” You grin kindly.
“I don’t want to make assumptions or read into anything but,” Abby sucked in a deep breath, scratching at the back of her neck. “Is there… anything at all going on between you and Ellie?”
You froze your itching at your sleeve, every muscle in your body becoming tighter.
“Not that I know of,” you joke, trying to recover from how tense you got.
Abby weakly chuckled. “Right, yeah. I don’t know. I just assumed if you guys really aren’t, can I take you somewhere when the kids leave for the weekend to get more clothes? You don’t have to but I don’t know. I feel like you’ve been… hitting on me?”
Was she really doing this right now? You don’t deny the flirting but why didn’t she ask you once you two were alone?
“Can I think about it?” You respond quickly.
Abby noticeably falters at your unsure response but attempts to her disappointment. You swore you saw a slight twitch in her eyebrow.
“Yeah, of course.”
Before you could formulate an apology, Ellie finished up Black Bird and looked around with a sheepish grin as everyone clapped and cheered. Robin and you snapped your fingers as if you were at a poetry slam, cheeky grins on your faces.
“Sing ‘Time In A Bottle’” Dina suggests, glancing over at you.
You agree as that song is so beautiful to you. Dina knew this as did everyone you ever had the opportunity to speak to. Ellie’s eyes, too, pointed at you. She shakes her head playfully as she clears her throat, adjusting the guitar strings a bit.
“Okay everybody, this is the last song of the night then it’s straight to bed.” Joel walked around the large circle, making sure every child heard his words.
There were a few whines of ‘no’ and ‘just a few more songs’ but the stubborn man put his foot down. Ellie told them all that she was going to be playing again in two nights so she’ll play more songs then. They all seemed to agree for the most part. You clasped your hands together, leaning forward on your elbows and resting them on your upper thighs. The nails of your thumbs brushed past your bottom lip as you listened to the soft strum of the acoustic.
Every lyric settled into your chest as Ellie repeatedly made sure your attention was on her. Her eyes were focused on you, only leaving yours for a few seconds at a time through the duration of the gentle song. It was clear that the tune had romantic undertones which had you more than overwhelmed at her intense eye contact. It didn’t help that Abby’s larger shoulder was pressing into your own, the contact not helping with your nerves.
Were they aware that there were kids around?
The night ended with a final strum of her guitar, blinking out of the trance her voice put you in. Everyone clapped and attempted for the second time to convince Joel to let them stay up a bit longer but he wouldn’t budge.
“No, no more whining ev’rybody. Time to hit the hay,” Joel shook his head and motioned for all the campers to stand up.
With shuffles of tennis shoes on the grass and dirt, you, too, stood up on your feet, wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts. You made your way over to Ellie carefully adjusting the strings of the guitar. She glanced up at you for a second, smiling small. You had missed Abby’s longing gaze before following her campers back to their cabin, too distracted by the auburn-haired girl to notice the blonde.
“Hey, did you like the song?” Ellie questioned knowingly.
“Eh, a little pitchy at some parts,” you jokingly critique.
“I never said I was a professional singer,” Ellie was quick to snap back, clearing her throat. “You, uh, excited for tomorrow?”
You nod as you had already forgotten that tomorrow the camp was going on a tour of an aquarium that was about an hour away from camp. You were a bit of a fanatic of the butterfly exhibit and Ellie knew this. She got a photo of you on the Polaroid every year beaming at the fluttering insects.
“I am, yeah.”
You knew you were beaming after your response, clasping your hands behind your back and practically bouncing on the soles of your feet.
“It’s very… fitting, you know?” Ellie added with a small grin on her face.
You furrow your brows at her words.
“What is?” You question.
“You loving the aquarium. It’s very princess-like of you,” Ellie added but she avoided your gaze, feeling ashamed to admit that.
“Wow. Princess-like?” You sarcastically quipped before Ellie started letting out a string of ‘neverminds’.
“Forget I even said anything,” Ellie rushed out, standing up from the log to grab the pail of water that the camp used to put out the fire.
You reached for her arm as she carefully poured the lake water over the logs, dampening them and watching the fire die down slowly. Now only a porch light from a cabin and the beautiful moon lit up your faces. Your fingers lightly grip onto her wrist to tug her towards you.
“I thought it was sweet.” You say seriously, hoping she wouldn’t refrain from cute compliments anymore.
Not to sound like a conceited bitch but you soared through the sky when you got compliments, especially from Ellie.
“Well, I can’t help the truth,” Ellie slyly states.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, watching Ellie kick up the dirt from underneath the grass. Ellie could be cocky, a little irritating but when she got like this, it made you feel like maybe your crush on her is reciprocated.
“You want to partner up tomorrow?” You offer, releasing her wrist and fiddling with your sleeves.
Ellie, finally, turned her neck to look you in your eyes, eyebrows shooting up. Joel usually randomly chose partners but you were going to ask him right after this if he could make an exception just this once.
“Yeah. I’d like that,” her smile widened ever so slightly, one of her hands grasping onto the strap of the guitar.
“Okay, cool,” you let out a smitten chuckle, rocking on your heels.
A couple of crickets chirped in the unseen of the grass, causing you to snap out of your weird behavior.
“I gotta go and put the guitar up in the arts cabin but I’ll see you first thing tomorrow, okay?” Ellie double-checked with you, grinning adorably.
“Bright and early, Els,” you confirmed.
Ellie gave you one last nod before trudging in the distance to the cabin. You let out a breath before practically sprinting off to the complete opposite side of the camp to the main office where Joel usually would be at this time of night, prepping for the next day. You run up the wooden steps to the front door, raising your fist to knock on the screen door.
You hear a muffled ‘come in’, pulling the screen the door open to open the beaten down wooden door. There Joel was sitting at a desk with a pair of thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his strong nose as he scribbled on sheets of paper. He looked up over the rim of the glasses, waiting for you to say something.
“Hi. I’m sorry to bother you right now but I have a question,” you cleared your throat, scratching at your arm.
“Is somethin’ wrong?” He questioned, setting his pencil down.
“No, um, everything is perfectly okay. I just have a favor to ask,” you awkwardly chuckled.
“Okay…” Joel sounded hesitant but urged you to just spit it out.
“If it's not too much trouble, could Ellie and I be paired up tomorrow for the aquarium?” You could feel your face heating up at how middle school this all felt.
Joel raised a brow at you before he picked his pencil back up and pointed the eraser end at where you were standing from across the table.
“Are you and Ellie datin’?”
Your eyes bugged out of your head before you shook your head slowly. What the hell?
“Really?” He pressed once more, seeming to not believe you.
“Yes, really,” you emphasized. Joel just stares at you without moving as you continue your explanation. “We just wanted to partner up and I was hoping you could make an exception. Do we seem like we’re together?”
At this point, Joel had his rough hands up in the air at your reaction to his question. You were, in your defense, becoming very defensive over the initial question.
“Alright, alright. I was just confused is all,” Joel shook his head.
“I just want to make it clear,” you add on before shutting your mouth.
“I know. I’ll… pair your groups up. No goofing around though.”
You nod to assure him even though you knew you and Ellie would be attached to the hip. You quietly thank him before leaving the cabin with one last ‘goodnight’ to Joel.
Hopping off of the suffocatingly humid bus, you took in the entrance of the aquarium with jittery excitement in your veins. You waited by the side of the bus for each of your campers to step down, holding a hand out for those who needed the support.
Once all of your friends and their campers got off the other buses, you had to round up your and Ellie’s group to get all of the all-day tour bracelets. It isn’t as packed as it was last summer but there was still a decent amount of families there to enjoy the experience of the aquatic life.
You wave sadly across the way to Robin and Steve who, to no surprise at all, were partnered up. Steve pretended to cry without your presence and you simply mouthed ‘dramatic’ before they disappeared into a different entrance to the aquarium.
“Okay everyone,” Ellie raised her voice. as she spoke to your mixed group of campers. “A few rules before we go in. One; please do not wander on your own. Two; if you need to use the bathroom, let either of us know and one of us will go with you to make sure you don’t get lost. Three; with the few cameras we were given, do not have the flash on because the animals are sensitive to them and we don’t want to hurt them, right?”
A string of ‘no Miss Ellie’ rang in the air which caused you to bite back a smile. Seeing her be such a natural leader made her weirdly more attractive to you.
“I didn’t think so. Let’s go inside everyone. Single file.”
Ellie’s own satisfied smile spread onto her face as she clapped her hands together before motioning everyone to follow the two of you. You nudged her with your shoulder with a small smile before standing back to walk behind the group to make sure no one wandered off.
As much as you wanted to be paired up, you sort of forgot how much time you weren’t going to spend with each other. It constantly left your mind that you were at a summer camp for children; not someplace to find a girlfriend.
It was interesting regardless of all of the facts about a variety of sea creatures. You felt like an impatient child wanting to get to the tour, fiddling with your camera. You watched as the kids all took turns using the camera to take photos of the stingrays before they fed them.
The excited gasps and squeals of the children made your heart grow tenfold as they dropped the food into the mouths of the stingrays.
“Guys, be careful, okay? Don’t put your hands all the way in, please.” You hurry out, anxiety flooding through your veins at how slightly careless they were being.
You didn’t want to have an incident like last summer when embarrassingly enough, you allowed a small boy to leave your eyeliner and he fell directly into the small pool. Thankfully, he wasn’t injured but his mother was not happy to hear this. You got screamed at by an angry mother when she was told by Joel about the accident. Of course, you took the blame but Steve had been your partner at the time and took the fall for you.
“Can I eat this?” A little girl with big hazel eyes asked you as she held up the stingray's food to you.
“Uh, no, sweetheart. That’s for the stingrays. It wouldn’t be tasty.” You shake your head.
The girl's smile falters as she glances at the food in her hand and then back up at you. She looked uneasy. It didn’t take long before it clicked in your head that she already had eaten a bit of it. You let out a soft sigh, bending down to her height.
“You already ate some, didn’t you?”
Ashamed, she slowly nods her head and avoids your gaze. You weren’t sure what would happen to her but you were assuming and hoping her body would reject it or she would just poop it out.
“Well, if you feel like you’re going to throw up or need to use the bathroom, let me or Miss Ellie know, okay?” You whisper to her, rubbing her back to ease her.
She nods one more time before walking back to the feeding area, giving the rest of the food to the awaiting animals. Ellie makes her way over to you, folding her arms and motioning to the sweet child.
“What happened?”
“She, uh, ate some of the stingray’s food.” You wince at your words.
Ellie’s eyebrows shoot up as she turns her head to stare at you with disbelief. She raises her palm over her mouth to hide her cheeky grin. You roll your eyes as you nudge her shoulder, quietly telling her to ‘shut up’. It had taken everything in you to not laugh initially when the poor girl had told you.
“You better hope we don’t have another insane mom on our hands when she finds out about this,” she teases with a soft grin.
“If you care about me, you’ll take the fall for me like Steve did last year,” you shrug your shoulders, keeping a good eye on the group.
There was a moment of silence that made you turn to Ellie. Her eyes were wide with admiration but she avoided your gaze like the plague when she realized that you were staring right back at her. A blooming fire rose to her pale freckled cheeks as she scratched behind her ear.
“I definitely care about you more than Steve does,” Ellie muttered angrily which caused you to giggle at her, leaning your head on her shoulder.
You were a fool not to notice her immediately tensing when you did so, side-eyeing the slope of your nose and the length of your lashes. Everything in you wanted to stand here forever, listening to the pattern of Ellie’s breathing.
“Is someone jealous?” You playfully tease.
Ellie scoffed before she confidently stated: “Yeah, I’m jealous of a guy who runs around in 3-inch inseam shorts and crop tops.”
“Hey, he’s bringing the 80’s fashion back and flawlessly.” You defend your friend.
Ellie paused for a moment before nodding slowly in agreement. As much as you did love Steve and who he is, you couldn’t even imagine being with him. Maybe if you were to get married when you both turned 40 and neither of you were with anyone but you were 99% sure he and Robin had already solidified that pact.
You could only imagine being with the freckled girl whose shoulder you're resting on. You have imagined it for the past three years. Quite vividly, you might add.
“C’mon. It’s time to move on to the smaller fishes,” Ellie leaned her head to yours, the skin of her cheek pressing up against your temple.
You hold back a disappointed sigh and lift your head from her clothed shoulder. After calling after the children one by one, name after name, everyone walked through a tunnel that was illuminated by a soft blue hue between the crevices of the dark walkway. The cylinder cases of fishes swimming freely amongst the probably fake coral and rocks.
You hear a few gasps as someone points out a clownfish and blue tang swimming amongst one another.
“It’s Marlin, Nemo, and Dory!” Beth exclaimed with a bright smile, pointing at the fish swimming above.
“They aren’t real. It’s from a movie,” Carter snarks, folding his pale arms across his chest.
Vanessa practically snapped her neck to give Carter a dirty look. “Umm, I see them right there.”
You pursed my lips to push back the laughter that was threatening to come out. Girlhood at its finest.
You, too, watched as they swam circles around one another, channeling their excitement for the fish. It didn’t take long before you heard a shutter come from next to you.
You side-eye the freckled girl and immediately tell her ‘no’.
“‘No’ what?” She questions as she is very openly holding up the film camera to you.
You hold back your eye roll before raising your brows at her: “‘No’ means ‘no photos’, Els.”
“But you look pretty,” was her only response back as she snapped another of you appearing rather smiley.
Who were you to blame for your cheeks hurting from the terrifying grin on your face? The girl you swore up and down that you were getting over.
“Just make sure you get my good side,” you give in embarrasingly easy.
“All of your sides are good. You’re the most annoyingly photogenic person I know,” Ellie teases, sounding pissed off but you knew the intent behind her words.
“It is really hard being perfect,” you sigh playfully.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ellie shook her head but didn’t stop with the photo-taking.
While you were having photos being taken non-stop, you thought about how exhilarating having Ellie praise you this way shamelessly. You also believed this was exactly why everyone thought the two of you were dating.
“Alright, enough. Your turn,” you reach for the camera but Ellie pulls back.
“Fuck no,” Ellie says quickly but covered her mouth to look at the children who were staring at the fish in awe.
“Fuck yes,” you repeat.
After a small struggle, you were able to pry the camera from Ellie’s hands to point the lens right at her blue-lit face. She immediately began to put her palms over the camera, pleading for you to not take the photos.
You couldn’t even understand why Ellie hated photos when she, too, was insanely photogenic.
“Let me take one. Please?” You aim the camera away from her face for a moment.
Ellie was clearly hesitant but the second she heard the ‘please’ come from your sweet lips, she knew she couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. She would do anything for that ‘please’.
“One.” She reaffirmed her statement, holding up her pointer finger.
“Just one. Maybe two,” you rushed out that last part of the sentence before aiming the lens at her.
Before Ellie could protest, you took a photo of the pretty freckled girl pointing at the fishes. Her jaw was tilted ever so slightly and her smile was small but she was a perfect vision. You needed this sight stamped permanently into your brain.
You knew you were telling Abby that you couldn’t go out with her. You were kidding yourself with Abby. She was more of a friend and you knew that now more than ever.
The only problem now was when the hell were you going to get the guts to tell her?
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AITA for calling out my friend's husband's shitty attitude about money?
For context: I (28) have been friends with this woman, R (29 f), since middle school. I met her husband twice before the wedding and wasn't impressed but didn't see any red flags.
Oh how the flags have reddened.
R and her husband regularly host game nights that feature mostly video games. He always has a controller and most of the time wins every game. And he is a very sore winner about it. It is also very obvious that only his male friends are prioritized during these game nights and the women and women-presenting among us are just bodies in the room to entertain them and grab them drinks. I was uncomfortable with this but didn't realize others in the group felt the same way until very recently.
The gals and non binary pals in the group have started having monthly dinner dates without the guys there. These have been an absolute highlight, letting us get to know each other and reconnect with high school friends without being drowned out by the guys.
And as the gals have been talking, its become more obvious that R's husband is not a great guy. He's made suggestive comments towards most of the women in the group (things along the line of "I would date you if I wasn't married" and "if I were to have a threesome with my wife, I'd choose you") and again, favors the men in the group always. He'll make big mansplaining speeches about abortion rights and leftist politics while whining about being told he shouldn't support JKR and treating me like a stripper for performing in drag. (His super religious x-ian friend was more excited and impressed by my Gerard Way Halloween outfit than mr. Left wing 😵). Frankly, my best friend refuses to go to his house anymore and is convinced he's trying to cheat on his wife, but that's just speculation.
This past weekend was a double feature, game night one day and girl's night the next evening. Game night was incredibly awkward because 3 people showed up and I had to deal with R and her husband alone for like an hour. This was when he made the comment about drag shows being like a strip club and that he *wanted* to support my passion but it just made him so *uncomfortable*. I really wouldn't push the issue if he said he didn't want to go, but he has to look like the good guy always and won't say his homophobia with his whole chest unless challenged. Whatever.
So at game name, R's husband randomly brought up that she "owes" him money for a credit card bill he paid. They aren't my finances so I don't care how they share money, but it was really rude of him to bring it up in front of her friends. We all just kept our mouths shut (because he talks about money a lot) and went on with the party.
The next night was girl's night. And a lot more people showed up. Another friend I've known since middle school, L (29 f), has a rich lawyer husband. During dinner the topic of a sugar daddy came up and L started joking about how she can live off her husband's salary and what's his is hers and what's hers is hers. R started to agree like that was how it is with her husband. So I pointed out that he was asking her to pay him back in front of everyone. She deflected saying that he was joking and I responded that it wasn't a very funny joke.
It wasn't until after dinner that I realized my comments about R's husband probably came off as aggressive and rude. I just genuinely don't understand why he would make a joke out of hounding his wife for money if they're actually sharing finances. On top of his other shitty qualities and tone deaf remarks, I honestly don't think he was joking and she's covering up for his rude behavior to pretend like their marriage is as harmonious and peaceful as everyone is told its supposed to be. Was I the asshole for calling it out? Does he deserve to be called out to his face next time? Or should I shut my mouth next time?
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Name: Arden Han Species: Human (Non-powered) Occupation: Journalist Age: 28 Years Old Played By: Ang Face Claim: Andrea Bang
"Listen, I could spend all day hounding you for information— to be honest, I get a kick out of it. Or, you could save us both the trouble and just tell me what it is you know. Your call."
Arden was a naturally inquisitive child; the daughter of researchers Mina and Ji-Won Han, she wanted to learn any and everything about the world around her. From how lighthouses worked to her classmates’ opinions on who was the best Power Ranger, there was always a question on the tip of her tongue, and growing up in such a fascinatingly odd town as Wicked’s Rest only made her that much more curious. Whispers about a magical sky jellyfish and caves made of cheese? Sign her up.
Her parents fostered her thirst for knowledge. Her mother would push her in her studies, and her dad would drive her to the library and tell her strange tales. Ever her father’s daughter, she quickly became interested in weaving her own stories to share with him. She took pleasure in it, seeing writing almost as a puzzle, a challenge. She would move the pieces around until they fit together into a narrative and figure out how to get from one point to another or how a character would react to something, and she loved it. Once in high school, she joined the student newspaper, and that’s where she met her best friend. It was during her teenage years that she truly learned how dangerous her hometown could be.
One day, her dad went out on a trip and never came back. His body was found torn to shreds in The Pines a day later. Grief-stricken and angry, she confronted her mother. She had so many questions. Why was he out there? What had he been doing? What the hell did that to him? Her parents’ research had always been kept a secret from her, but she needed answers.
And she got them.
Her mother told her the truth: that the tales from the fantasy novels she’d grown up reading were real. Her hometown was an epicenter of the surreal and supernatural, and the entire reason they lived there was because her parents were part of a group trying to study it.
Arden was terrified of the things that had taken her father from her, but at the same time, enthralled by the idea that there was an entire world that had been hidden from her. So, she decided to arm herself with knowledge. She would learn as much as she could about anything and everything supernatural, and discover how well the fantasy books held up to the factual. (Spoiler: typically, not very well) She managed to juggle these personal studies with her schoolwork, finishing high school with high grades and starting college.
Through it all, she thankfully had her best friend to lean on. They had also decided to stay in town and pursue their degree at UMWR, which was great. However, Arden found it difficult to keep such a huge secret from someone she loved– someone who she trusted and who trusted her in return. She managed to keep it to herself for two years, but when their brother suddenly disappeared, she could no longer, in good conscience, keep the truth from them.
It did not go well.
After a massive argument, her friend went out looking for their sibling, and they never returned. Their body was never found, they were simply gone.
Their disappearance destroyed Arden. She blamed herself for the entire thing. If she hadn’t said anything, they would still be here. Her mother had warned her, had told her that there was a reason that the truth about the supernatural remained a secret from the average human, but she hadn’t listened.
She swore to herself that she would never make the same mistake again.
She finished out her last years at school in a daze, graduating with a Bachelor’s degree in journalism. Needing to get away, she applied for an internship in a town several hours from Wicked’s Rest, and threw herself into her work. She quickly made a name for herself as a passionate, dedicated journalist— she was good with people, went above and beyond— and landed a job in Boston, where she stayed for several years.
She was happy there, mostly, but as much as she loved what she did, she couldn’t stop thinking about Wicked’s Rest, about her friend, about her father. She tried her best to make a life there– find new friends, date a little, even adopted a cat– but she struggled to let her guard down. Eventually, lonely, hurting, and unable to ignore it any longer, Arden gave in to the siren’s call and moved back to her hometown.
She bought an apartment, secured a job at the local paper, and she got to work. She would keep the secret, keep people safe, but she needed to know more about the town. What was it that drew the supernatural here like moths to a flame? What was the deal with the mysterious mineral abnormality anyway? What exactly had happened to her friend all those years ago, and was there a possibility they were still alive somewhere? One way or another, she was determined to find some answers.
Character Facts:
Personality: Independent, inquisitive, logical, sociable, witty, fiery, guarded, obsessive, stubborn
She was kind of a nosy kid, though her extroversion and genuine interest in others helped to grow her social skills and charisma.
Arden is generally very organized, but her notes are almost always a mess. It all makes sense to her, but to others it’s pure chaos.
She been known to drink straight from the coffee pot on occasion.
She has a calico cat named Hobbes. Hobbes is a menace to society.
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Hero (Hounds of Hell MC 1) Excerpt
Hero (Hounds of Hell MC 1) Jamie Targaet All rights reserved. Copyright ©2022 Jamie Targaet
Christian Hammond, Hero to his brothers, watched from the inside of his Jeep as the leggy brunette made her way to the small SUV. She was probably heading to town, so he decided to give her a head start and see what she was up to. He didn’t have anything else going on at the moment.
When Razor told him to go see if his daughter had come home, Hero had been annoyed by the assignment. What the fuck was he? A babysitter?
Now that he got a look at her, he didn’t have much to complain about. Her jeans were tight, showing off legs a mile long and a nice ass to go with them. Her baggy college sweatshirt didn’t do her any favors, but her long dark hair framed a face that was delicate, beautiful.
How the fuck did Razor have a daughter who looked like that?
His club president probably wouldn’t appreciate him ogling his only child the way he was either but… Look at her.
Scrubbing a hand over his beard, Hero waited as she started the car and threw on her seat belt. Finally, she started down the long gravel driveway that took her to Route 8. Hero let her reach town, not having any trouble spotting her as she parked on Main Street and headed straight for the local coffee shop.
Hero liked the way she walked with her shoulders back, her head held high. Confidence was sexy as hell on a woman and the sway of her round little ass didn’t hurt either.
His phone rang before he could shut off the engine and follow her on foot. Not surprisingly, it was Razor.
“She make it into town?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Hero told him. “Old man Phillips was there and talked to her for a while.”
“Hmm.” A pause. “I’ve got Snow working on the girl over at the attorney’s office. She’s sweet on him. We’ll see if she can find out if my girl means to keep the house or sell it.”
“Want me to stay on her?” As much as he’d bitched to himself about the assignment, he was minding a lot less now.
A long pause which was odd. Razor usually didn’t have any trouble issuing orders.
“Yeah, man, I need you to,” Razor said in a lower voice. “I’d give it to the prospects but… I need someone I can trust on this. I’m going to need eyes on her at all times until I can resolve some shit. If you’d stay on her until midnight, I’ll have Snow come relieve you.”
What was this about?
Hero wouldn’t question his prez. He appreciated that Razor trusted him.
“I’m on it,” Hero told him. “She’s here in town now, so I’m keeping an eye out.”
“Talk to you soon,” Razor told him, ending the call.
His daughter had come home for the funeral just like Razor said she would.
Everyone in Mercy knew Mina Dock. The old woman had a lot of friends so tomorrow was bound to be a circus.
The girl’s grandmother taught school for years and had retired not too long ago. She was apparently as stubborn as Razor and that was saying a lot. The president of his club had been trying for years to see his daughter, to see if Mina would agree to any type of shared custody arrangement or visitation rights. The old woman wouldn’t hear of it.
Razor never talked about it. Hero had heard stories.
Razor had never taken an old lady, and the girl’s mother, by all accounts, had been one of the club sluts for a time. Apparently, when she got knocked up, Mina Dock took control of the situation and that was the end of it.
Razor had a daughter he wasn’t allowed to see any more than he had her mother before that. The girl’s mother died a long time ago. Mina Dock had to have been one tough bitch to have kept Razor away.
Hero climbed out of his Jeep when she darted back out of the shop, a coffee cup in hand as she continued up the sidewalk. Her movements were fast, determined.
Hero grinned. There it was.
Razor walked like that when he meant business, or he was pissed at someone.
Speeding up a little, Hero headed in her direction. He was enjoying the sunny day, his curvy assignment. Things could certainly be worse.
When he saw a white delivery van come up the road behind him, he couldn’t have said why he noticed. Three familiar-looking men jumped out and he froze.
Fucking Cottonmouths. What the fuck were they doing here? They weren’t wearing their cuts but he knew who they were.
And he’d lost her. He didn’t know which shop she’d darted into, but he moved even faster. He couldn’t help but feel they were here for her, same as him.
Fuck.
While he was fairly sure he could handle the three of them on his own, he’d been in enough skirmishes to know better than to be one against three with the girl in play. He couldn’t risk texting, so he called Razor back.
“Yeah.”
“Three Cottonmouths just showed up,” Hero said quickly. “We’re on Main Street.”
“Really?” Razor didn’t sound amused. “The posse’s coming.”
“Thanks.” Hero pocketed his phone and watched as the three of them darted across the street, walking in front of him on the sidewalk. They didn’t even notice him.
The first one was Jimmy Jazz, a scrappy little fucker who put on a good show until things got physical. Then he tended to fade into the background like the little coward he was. The second one, Big Dog, had the tender sweetness of a pit bull and was one hell of a fighter. Hero knew he could stand toe-to-toe against the massive, shaggy-looking asshole. But he’d rather not.
The one that worried him was Baby Face.
Walking ahead of the other two, Baby Face was average size with a pretty face the girls loved. And he could draw them to him like a bee charmer, all honey and smiles.
His pretty face concealed a black heart. A more sadistic little fucker Hero hadn’t met. What he lacked in size, he made up for in savagery. He was good with knives and could take most down with his blades before they even realized they were bleeding out.
He’d cut up many a club slut, too.
That they were here for Razor’s daughter had him wondering what the hell was going on. Why were the Cottonmouths after the girl?
When she darted out of another shop - he didn’t know which store it was - his heart sank to see them right on her heels. Hero sped up, hoping his backup got there fucking fast.
Baby Face called out to her. When she didn’t stop, he did it again.
Don’t stop.
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Chapter 13. Hospital, Recovery, and Aftermath.
(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups. I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)
(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.
Wc: 3,970 Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder).
Prologue Chapter Twelve ~ Chapter Fourteen
After I ate, Hizashi took a shower, and we both got changed out of our uniforms, we headed to the hospital. Hizashi found a place in the Hospital’s parking lot and looked to me. “Alright, are you ready?” He asked. “Yes.” I spoke then got out of the car, going to Hizashi’s side, waiting for him to get out, and I held his hand until we were right outside the hospital front door and I stopped, pausing to take a deep breath. He stopped and looked to me. “It’s going to be okay. I won’t let anyone take you out of my sight.” He spoke as he bent to my level to look me in the eyes to try and help me stay calm. “I know. Is it okay if I hold your hand while we’re in there? Hospitals and other kinds of medical facilities like hospice facilities can trigger one of my Admin Powers.” I asked him. He nodded and took my hand in his. “Of course, baby girl. Whatever you need in there, I’m your man, okay?” He spoke and I smiled. I still had his headphones on to keep any noises out that would trigger a panic attack. I gripped his hand as we walked through the door of the hospital and I kept my eyes shut for a couple moments as Hizashi led me to the front desk to ask about Shouta. That’s when I opened my eyes and stared at a sign taped to the counter of the front desk. After I read the sign about wearing face coverings when going into the ICU, I looked around the room, looking at various other signs in the room, then getting fixated on the T.V. as it was tuned into the news channel and reporting the USJ incident earlier that day. The news anchor of the hour was also commenting on the appearances of the mysterious individuals called Admins when questioned on who they were and why there were there. When being told that an Admin was to keep the variables aligned for the timeline, civilians were confused. The anchor was asking the viewers if they thought that these mysterious Admins were friends or foes. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Hizashi who was still talking to the receptionist who told him that Shouta had been brought of surgery a couple of hours ago and was in recovery. The receptionist looked to me and asked how I was related to Shouta. Hizashi smiled and after putting his I.D. and Hero license away, he held my hand again and looked to me.
“This lovely lady here is our wife and packmate. She wanted to come along after she heard about the incident on the news today. No one knows about our relationship yet as we only got hitched over the weekend. So keep things quiet about this, alright?” He spoke with a smile. I felt my face heat up when he referred to me as their wife. I looked to the receptionist before looking at Hizashi and holding his hand more.
“You know this is still going to leak to the media somehow that Present Mic and Eraserhead have a wife. Let’s hope I don’t get hounded by the paparazzi the next time I leave campus with you to go to the station.” I told him mentally. He gave s slight nod and talked with the receptionist a little more.
“I know, but how else was I supposed to get you back there with me? It’s not like the press is going to get past the school’s security again.” He responded as we were told by the receptionist where we were supposed to go. Hizashi thanked him and led me down the halls to the ICU wing. I counted the door numbers as I was anxious to see Shouta.
“Do you know what a mummy is?” I asked Hizashi as I kept my eyes on the numbered door signs as we got closer to his room. “Yeah, it’s a dead person wrapped up in bandages. Why do you ask?” he responded and looked to me. “Shouta will look like one. He’s very much alive as the receptionist told us. I just thought I’d give you a heads up.” I spoke as we arrived at the door that matched the number that the receptionist gave us. “Ready?” I asked as I looked to him. He nodded and we walked into the room. I looked over to the hospital bed where Shouta was resting and I let my Soul Sense flood out into the room and reach Shouta, seeing that his soul was still very much attached to his body but still bruised and healing. I didn’t know what to feel as all my emotions were flooding to the surface after suppressing them for so long. I didn’t want to worry Hizashi or Shouta so I did my best to keep my tears held back for the time being as Hizashi and I walked closer to the bed and the beeping of the heart monitor got louder. Hizashi let go of my hand and quickly went to his husband’s side and sat next to him. sat at the end of the bed and watched them, not knowing what to say or do. All I could think about was watching the Nomu smash Shouta’s head into the concrete floor over and over as I was hyper-fixated on the tiled floor. Shouta had shifted a little at the sound of the door opening and Hizashi talking to him. He couldn’t move his arms because of the Nomu breaking both humerus bones but I had a feeling he would hold Hizashi’s hand if he could.
“H-hey.” He spoke quietly as he looked to Hizashi. I covered my mouth to help choke back the sobs as my emotions bubbled up and threatened to break free.
“How could I have let this happen? It was my job to keep them safe. But I had been forced to be frozen in place as I watched Nomu slam Shouta’s head into the concrete and break both of his arms. I could have stopped it from happening. I don’t know how this could have contributed to the timeline but it must have had to happen.” I thought to myself. I didn’t know I was emitting my thoughts to them but I felt Shouta’s gaze on me. I looked over at him as I tried my hardest to keep my tear back as I saw just how badly he had been injured by how bandaged up he was. “It’s not your fault…” He told me and kept his eyes on me. Hizashi looked to me and nodded in agreement. “I feel like it is. I could have prevented you from ending up like this.” I spoke, finally letting the tears fall from my eyes and the sobs I had been trying so hard to hold back out and let them wrack my body. The tears fell from my face and make stains on the blanket.
“I know that you could have. But it wasn’t your fault that I ended up like this. Hunter came in earlier and read me the report he wrote up and told me that you did an excellent job at being an Admin today. According to him, this event was clearly meant to happen and there was no way to avoid the League attacking and the injuries occurred to myself, Thirteen, All Might, and Midoriya from happening today. I don’t blame you for any of this happening, Bryant. I am proud of you for holding on for so long today. Please don’t beat yourself up over what happened to me.” He spoke and kept his eyes on me. “I know I shouldn’t beat myself up over this, but its my job to keep all the Teachers and Staff of the school safe and healthy. Three of my people were injured badly today.” I spoke. “But, the three of us are alive. We’re injured, yes. But we are alive. That should be the takeaway from this, Bryant. Keep that in mind, alright?” Shouta told me in a serious tone. “Are you alright? Why are you wearing Mic’s headphones?” He asked.
“I’m fine. The only injury I received was a pair of partially ruptured eardrums from being too close to Mic’s yell he gave to the villains after you had passed out. My ears were bleeding and he helped me clean up at the house after we made a quick pit-stop at the convenience store on campus to get some food before coming here. I also found some merchandise for the both of you.” I told him with a small smile. “I’m glad the two of you had a good time out. Hizashi does like to shop.” Shouta said. I couldn’t tell if he was smiling or not, but I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was happy.
A ping came from my tablet and I opened it to read the notification. There was an order from the Higher-Ups. I read it and smiled. “I just got an order from the Higher-Ups. They want me to move in with the two of you. They are saying that this order is to be carried out without question as they are having to make some budget cuts and having me move in with the two of you will save money on transportation and that it will be convenient for me to help with Shouta’s healing process after he comes home from the hospital and since my job is at the school, it seems a rational decision for me to move in with the two of you.” I told them. Shouta and Hizashi exchanged glances before looking to me. “We were going to ask you to move in with us anyways. It’s just happening a bit sooner than we thought. Of course you can live with us. The guest bedroom is yours.” Hizashi told me. I nodded and mentally began to pack up my things at Fatgum’s place to move them over to the cabin tomorrow. I finished packing the items and looked to Shouta before speaking again. “Shouta, is it alright if Hizashi helps me with some of the gaining I need to do without you? I thought I’d ask because I didn’t want you to feel left out. We are equal partners here.” I spoke. He nodded and looked to me. “Sure. I don’t mind. I won’t be in here long. Don’t worry about it.” He told me. “What did the doctor tell you after you got out of surgery?” I asked. “They said I was lucky. I had a bad concussion, trauma to the brain, and my lower orbital floor had been shattered. If I had a few more slams to the head, I would have died.” Shouta told me. I nodded and gripped the fabric of my pants. I really wanted to climb into the bed with him, but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He looked at me and nodded softly. “Get in here you two. I can feel your want for affection oozing from you. Just be careful of my arms.” Shouta spoke. Hizashi and I then climbed into the gurney with him and minded his bandaged arms, letting ourselves relax into him and release some of the stress we had been building up from the day. “You have to get better soon.” Hizashi told him and gently placed a kiss on Shouta’s head. “I’m going to be okay, I promise.” He told him. I kissed his cheek and pushed myself out of the bed after a few minutes. I looked to Hizashi and put my tablet away when I saw something that made me upset. “We should get going and let him rest. I think visiting hours will be over soon.” I spoke. Hizashi nodded and kissed Shouta again before getting off the bed and following me to leave the room.
“We will be back tomorrow.” Hizashi told him. I leaned my head against the wall and watch them kiss once more. I remembered that they had been together for longer than I’ve been in this universe… about a year and a couple months now… its amazing how time flies. According to their files, they had been married for ten years, going on eleven. I had a slight feeling I’d be replaced sooner than later. Shouta looked to where I was waiting for Hizashi so he and I could head home.
“Bryant, is there something that’s bothering you?” He asked.
“No. I’ll be okay.” You rest and get better, alright?” I responded and gave him a forced smile. He seemed to frown and he sat up a little on the bed. He gestured the best he could for me to come back and sit next to him.
“Do you remember what we agreed upon before we bonded?” He asked me. “Yes. It was to stop covering up things I was trying to keep hidden from you and Hizashi no matter what.” I told him and kept my eyes away from him as I sat down the bed. “Right. So, tell me what’s going on.” He spoke. “It’s nothing you need to worry about right now. What I’m worried about is something to do with the future.” I told him. That’s when he made eye contact with me and moved his leg to touch my hand since he couldn’t his arms.
“Alright. But sweetheart, you know that you can tell us anything, right?” He asked. “I know. I don’t want the Higher-Ups thinking that I’m going to defect by getting so close to you and Hizashi.” I told him and gripped my pants in frustration. Hizashi walked over and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Do they know that you’re bonded to us now?” He spoke. I nodded and looked up to him.
“They do. But being Bonded and Mated are two different things in their book. The Admin that covers Class 1-A sent me a message earlier… saying that I shouldn’t have shown emotion when the Nomu was smashing Shouta’s head into the concrete.” I spoke then looked up to Shouta then pulled out my tablet and showed them the message. Shouta sighed and looked to me. “I understand that. We plan to be mated with you soon.” Shouta told me. I looked back down to the tile for a moment as I thought of an opportune time that would be coming up soon that would be convenient for us to mate. I pulled up a copy of the school’s year schedule and saw that in late July, there would be a trip to a forest camp that was run by a group of four heroes called the Wild, Wild, Pussycats. I then looked up the camp on my tablet and saw that the place was also an onsen and a retreat for people to mate with their partners or take a vacation. I also noticed that the place was popular from March to August for mating purposes. The mating cabins had been separated from the student quarters and training areas for obvious reasons.
“The soonest reasonable opportunity would be when Class 1-A and Class 1-B go on their trip to the Forest Training Camp. I just read about the place and went over the schedule for the school year and read that the Camp is also a safe place for people with creature genes or anyone in general to mate with their partners.” I told them.
“That sounds like a rational plan, doesn’t it, Hizashi?” Shouta spoke as he looked up to his husband. Shouta smiled under his bandages and leaned over to kiss my cheek as best as he could.
“That would be nice.” Hizashi respond in a dull tone. He was exhausted from the day and he was relaxing now that he seen Shouta alive and resting. Hizashi was ready to head home and he went to the door to wait for me. I waited until he was gone until I pulled some of the bandages covering Shouta’s mouth apart gently and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back gently before I pulled away, not quite ready to leave his side. “I hope you get better soon, Shouta.” I told him.
“You know, Hizashi isn’t going to care if you kiss me, right?” “I know. I just wanted to do it in private. To make it more intimate.” I told him. He smiled and kissed my cheek. “Alright, I don’t mind that.” He told me. I felt my cheeks blush harder and I pulled him into a deep kiss, transferring some of my Enhancium to him to help with his recovery.
“That will hopefully help speed up your recovery.” I told him and pulled away from him.
“Mmm. That was nice. Thank you, love. I’ll be alright. Take care of Hizashi for me, okay? I’ll see the two of you tomorrow morning, alright?” He reassured me and gave me a smile. I got off the bed and joined Hizashi in the hallway and walking with him out of the hospital and going to the car. ~~~~~
On the drive home, we were silent. Not saying a word between the two of us as we were exhausted from the events of the day. Hizashi parked his car in front of the cabin and got out, walking over to open the door, and holding his hand out for me to take. I took his hand and stepped out of the car. “Thank you for doing that even though you’re exhausted from today.” I told him as he held my hand as we walked up the pathway to the door which he unlocked and opened it. We were greeted by Sushi and Soybean as they walked over our feet, brushed up against our legs, and followed us inside as we took our shoes and coats off. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I last ate when my stomach growled loudly. Hizashi chuckled and grinned at me. “You go get changed out of our costume. I’ll make us something to eat.” He spoke and kissed my head before going to the kitchen. I went to my room to change and hang out in my nest while Hizashi cooked. About an hour later, he knocked on the door before entering. “Food’s ready.” He told me. I sat up and smelled something like hot mac and cheese. My guess was right after I had pulled a jacket on and exited my room when I saw a thirteen by nine disposable aluminum pan with bubbly mac and cheese in it with a fork and a spoon sitting next to it. Hizashi was leaning against the kitchen counter eating a sandwich. My eyes widened and I drooled a little at the pan of food. Hizashi laughed a little when he saw me. “That whole pan is for you, sweetheart. I figured you haven’t eaten since this morning so I made you a lot. Dig in. Eat what you can and don’t make yourself sick. I’ll save what you don’t eat for later.” He told me. I thanked him, sat down, and began eating. I was so hungry that I managed to eat half of the pan before sitting back in the chair with a stuffed and bloated stomach. Hizashi looked over from his seat as he decided to watch me inhale the food he made after he ate his sandwich and smiled at my pleased state. “Good girl. I’ll clean this up while you go lay down and rest. I’ll come in to cuddle you later.” He spoke. I moved slowly to stand up and walk slowly to my room where I laid back and slept off the meal.
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In a dark, abandoned bar, out in the back alleys of a busy city, Kurogiri’s warp gate opens, dropping a bleeding Shigaraki on the hardwood floor.
“Ow, Shot in both arms and legs. All those underlings wiped out. Even Nomu was beaten. We failed… those kids were so strong… And the Symbol of Peace wasn’t weakened at all. You were wrong, Master, so wrong!” Shigaraki spoke to a television mounted on the wall of the abandoned bar that had ‘Audio Only’ displayed on the screen.
“No, I wasn’t. We just weren’t prepared as we should have been.” A smooth, unsettling tone spoke from the T.V. when called ‘master’.
“I agree, we underestimated them. Thankfully we failed under that cheap ‘League of Villains’ name and not our own. What about the creature that Master and I created? Where is Nomu?” A gruffer voice asked.
“Yes, why isn’t he there with you?” Master says. “He was blown away.” Kurogiri responded as he was tending to Shigaraki. “WHAT?” The gruff voice exclaimed in frustration. “It was All Might’s doing. Without coordinates to his precise location, I couldn’t use my warp to bring him with us. We didn’t have any time to search for him.” Kurogiri tried to reason with the two invisible people on the other side of the T.V.
“This is a travesty! And after all we did to make him as powerful as All Might.” The gruff voice lamented.
“Well, I suppose it can’t be helped, unfortunately.” Master speaks. “Power… That reminds me, there was a kid there who tried to protect All Might. He was just as fast as him.” Shigaraki mentions. “Oh?” The smooth-talker says, his interest seeming caught by what Shigaraki told him. “If he hadn’t gotten in our way, we might have killed the Symbol of Peace. That brat… THAT BRAT!” Shigaraki says and a feminine voice laughs from the other side of the T.V. “I told you that you that it was a high probability that you’d loose today Tomura. It’s on you that you didn’t listen to my warning.” The feminine voice says. Tomura growls at the T.V. and tells the feminine voice to shut up. “Naturally, you’re upset. But this wasn’t a futile mission. We’ve learned many things. Gather the villainous Elite. Take all the time you need. I’m sure our Admin here will be happy to help you as I must remain in the shadows. This is why I need you to be my face. A symbol of your own, Tomura Shigaraki. Next time, you will show you the world that it should be afraid of you.” Master finishes before telling Kurogiri to open a gate for their Admin to come to them. He follows the order and a young woman steps through with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, narrow red eyes, and a pale complexion. She had an eerie grin on her face and small fangs peeking out too. “Kumicho Toga here. Master sent me to help Tomura recruit other friends! I already know several people that we can contact!” She exclaimed excitedly. ~~~~~ Back outside the USJ, Tsukauchi informed the students when he was asked, that Eraserhead was stable but had taken some bad injuries and that his lower orbital floor was smashed, that Thirteen was stable with lacerations on her back but would make a full recovery, and that All Might and Midoriya were in Recovery Girl’s office, getting tended to. The detective asked if he could do a full investigation and have full access to the school grounds. Nezu give permission, saying that he didn’t care who made a fuss about the situation. After this, Tsukauchi goes up to the nurse’s office to visit his friend and check in on Midoriya to see how they were doing and tell them that they found Nomu and that the other students were okay. All Might and Midoriya were relieved that everyone, including the other teachers would be okay.
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WIP --- Dreaming Snippet
[This came out a while ago. I'm not sure where it is going to fit in the longer narrative I want to create around soul connections that transcend the 3D. Like something that has a 5D component that needs to be sorted before a (re)union can occur in the 3D... And then there are the ideas that I have about love stories that span centuries and reincarnations, but then I worry it's been over done. My mind comes back to Kit, it's always been Kit since I started tooling this weakly back in High School. Mystery man reappears, they've been in love before but something has kept them apart. All that to say, here's a scene that I couldn't get out of my head.]
Laurie was stuck, backed up against a stone wall with a group of demonic dogs in a semi-circle around him. He waved a flaming torch to keep them at bay. He’d twisted his ankle running from the beasts and was facing the consequences for his clumsiness. He was facing the consequences for a lot of his actions. And now the sword she had him with was far across the cavern.
He had to face facts, while he was fairly certain this was a dream, he also knew that he was cornered and alone.
The leader of the pack sensed his growing defeat and leapt at him.
Only to be immediately deflected by an electric purple burst of light that formed an orb of protection around him. The light was patterned into a stunning mandela, reminding him of a shield.
“Wait…” he murmured, taking it in.
Across the room he saw her in silhouette, hands glowing bright with an electrified magic.
“You look like the Scarlet Witch.” He quipped, breathing heavily and still warily waving the torch despite the canines being unable to breach the wall of energy.
“I’d say it's more of a lavender.”
The demon hounds took notice of her as she spoke and growled in unison in her direction.
“Now, now, we’re busy.” She snapped her fingers and the crazed look slipped from their eyes. You’d have sworn these animals had always been docile creatures who now curled into a literal dog pile and went to sleep.
“What are you, some sort of Deus Ex Machina? Coming in to save the day?” She walked through her barrier like it was nothing, he made a mental note that she didn’t let it fall. Perhaps the trick with the dogs was not permanent. “Kit, I told you, this wasn’t your fight.”
“Can’t a gal just be on a passing wavelength and intuitively know when a certain someone needs a blast of my light?” She asked casually. She noticed his sword laying out of reach and brought it to him. He winced briefly in thanks then let himself fall to the floor, unable to bear standing on his injured ankle any longer.
She looked at him for a moment. “Right. You clearly don’t need any help.”
“It could be worse, I could have a mortal flesh wound. This is just an inconvenient sprain.” He shifted himself into a position where he could look at her and not simultaneously send daggers up and down his leg. She looked rougher than the last time he’d seen her and yet somehow brighter, lighter. Free. He could use some of that.
“I know you don’t like it when I try to help.” She was looking anywhere but at him and his injuries.
He knew she was just bursting to offer her assistance, and yet she was holding back. He winced, “It’s nothing, Kit.”
“And while I’m sure that’s true, Laurie, it’s that we both know this light show is more than just pretty and protective.” She lit a small ball of light in her palm, snow white with wisps of green. “Any chance you’ll actually let me see the injury? I’m fairly certain that my specific set of skills could be useful.”
He sighed and stayed quiet for a moment, considering his options. And since hers was the only one that involved him moving without audible curse words he muttered, “...fine.”
To her credit she didn’t even smirk, she just set to working on his ankle. She murmured a few words he couldn’t hear that turned his skin much colder than he expected. Which quickly settled into a warmth that felt like sunshine after rain. A warmth that felt like Kit.
Who had always been his light, rain or not.
She was close enough that he could touch her, so he reached out and grabbed her chin. He brought her mesmerizing green eyes to meet his deep brown ones.
“Thank you.”
She blinked at him, even blushed slightly. “It’s nothing, I couldn’t exactly leave you like—“
“No, I mean, thank you for always coming back.” He couldn’t break his gaze with her even if he tried. She sniffed, looking almost tearful.
“It’s what you do,” she said softly, “for the people you love. The person. The You. I’ll always come back for you.”
“Even though I don’t let you in.”
“You have reasons, I assume they are valid and threefold. And wrong. I can move on and check in without losing face. In my opinion anyway. But I also know that the time is coming that you’re going to let me in for real. Not just when you’re being faced down by demon dogs.”
He looked over at the dogs who were snoring loudly in their heap beyond their energy orb. “Do I want to know what you did? Or more importantly, how?”
“Dreamscape, darling. Yours to discover if you know how to see through it.”
“You think so?” A deeper female voice echoed through the cavern that caused Kit to turn still as a statue in front of him.
“Crap,” she whispered. She turned, palms igniting with a yellow glow.
“Who’s that?” He asked, shifting to a standing position, testing his renewed capacity for weight bearing. Instinctively he pulled the sword into his hand and readied for an attack.
“Me.” Kit sounded grim, but determined. “Laurie, your shadow is still in beast form. Mine does the walking and talking thing. You’re lucky babe.”
“What?” he started at the endearment, not expecting it from her after all this time.
“You get to wake up.” She smiled at him sadly and pushed him into a flash of white light.
The next thing he knew he was upright in bed, sweating, and knowing what he had to do next.
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I fucking hate the fact my grandmother acts like she knows everything about me when she was never around. We lived a thousand miles away from each other, and even when I visited for three weeks in the summer she was never home. And when she was, she was insufferable. It's fucking bad when your own family hates you. My mom, my aunt, and my cousin all can't stand her fucking ass (neither could my grandfather so he eventually up and left). I won't even be upset when she finally kicks it. I'm not even sure they will either. She keeps hounding me about therapy and shit when she was part of the fucking problem. She's the one who told me I wasn't as good as my aunt at doing art for my age when my aunt had gotten to go to fucking art school and wasn't told her talents were worthless (this was when I had gone out to live with my grandparents for college, so around 2008-10). She kept forcing me to interact with people I didn't like to artificially 'make friends' with people she considered 'acceptable' to the point I hid in the bathroom crying one night from being overwhelmed. She wouldn't listen to anything I said about feeling like shit and made me hug her afterwards when we argued because she considered herself to have 'won'. I don't love her. I've never fucking loved her. I've even told her several times she's annoying. Fuck off. I wish she never moved here and she's making me want to fucking leave and live in an overpriced fucking apartment I can't afford, or even live out of my fucking Jeep. She can't do anything her fucking self. Everyone else is expected to be her servants waiting on her hand and foot because she's so fucking lazy. It's always we we we we we THERE'S NO FUCKING WE IT'S YOUR FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY.
She left the fucking slider door to her house wide open on Sunday so my mom had to check under the beds and in the closets and tried to blame it on me because her dumb ass left her phone in the house and I went to go get it. The back slider is blocked by a wall from the kitchen to the living room. Her phone was on the table in a place where I wouldn't even see the slider was open, plus I wasn't even looking for a fucking open door. She blames every fucking one else for her stupid bullshit. I'm so fucking tired of her. No wonder my cousin kept fucking drinking when he tried living with her.
She also keeps going on about this stupid church bullshit when she hasn't been a practicing christian since she left home when she was sixteen and married my grandfather (and is no longer catholic because my grandfather was from a protestant family) and she keeps whining about how terrible the country will be when it's 'godless' and how she raised a bunch of heathens like fuck off. Religion has no place in the modern world. All it does is get people killed over ideas that don't even have any grounding in reality and it was, and still is, used as a form of control.
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I’m 14 years old dating a beautiful, wonderful, sweet girl over the summer before we start high school.
stop reading now. It goes downhill from here. [CW / TW: violence, dark thoughts, past self-harm mentioned]
Her quick and easy laugh warmed my heart. Her willingness to make out with me warmed my soul and made me feel like a god.
She made me so happy.
It was an uncomfortable feeling. What was happiness? Why did I deserve it? How would I ruin her joy? When would she realize I was a monster? How long before I hurt her?
She was undamaged and pure. My mind couldn’t make sense of any of it. Why was she with me?
Soon after high school started for us, she caught the eye of many upper classmen. She was a stunner and I don’t blame them. And she only had eyes for me.
I was so lucky. So happy.
I broke up with her. I told her simply that it would never work. I broke her heart. Her friends told me I was an asshole. I knew that I didn’t deserve her and couldn’t keep her. I was doing her a favor. I didn’t deserve happiness. How could I explain that to her or them?
Years later in college, we went out as friends. She asked me why I broke up. I explained how I felt I wasn’t worthy of her love. How I did her a favor. She told me I was such a stupid fucked-up asshole. We both agreed on that. We’re still friendly these days although not actively in each other’s lives.
Back then after breaking up with her, I fell in with another girl who would plague me for the next 15 years, off and on. She flirted aggressively with me. Then would go off and flirt with others. I could tell she was hurting, like me. She was damaged, not like me, but in her own ways.
My best friend asked her out. I suffered as they started dating. I suffered and suffered. It seemed right.
They dated for two years and were known as the most romantic couple in our high school.
His family moved away and she turned to me for comfort. As friends.
We hung out, did everything together, she sobbed to me over him, told me how she missed having sex with him, my heart felt sick and my thoughts were foul.
One night, she was regaling me with stories of her sadness and looked over and said “why haven’t you made any moves on me?” “I didn’t think you wanted that.” “You are the stupidest smartest person I know.”
She attacked me. Started making out with me. We started dating for real.
I loved her. She drove me mad. Literally crazy. She was a shameless flirt with everyone. She was faithful but oh how she loved to tease boys. “It’s harmless. They know I’m with you.”
I hated it and her and me but felt maybe it was all I deserved.
Friends would ask “are you two still going out? She doesn’t act that way.”
I knew it wasn’t healthy for either of us. I told her I didn’t want to be with her. My darkness was growing. I wanted to hurt her. She told me she wasn’t afraid of my darkness and she was mine. I told her I wanted to hurt her and do whatever I wanted with her.
She refused. I persisted. Go or stay. I wanted her to go. She gave in.
I told her I wanted to smother her. She was scared at what that meant. I told her to fucking go then. Go be with some other guy. She gave in.
We were alone in my house, and I pinched her nose and put my hand over her mouth. She looked up at me in helpless surrender. She gave in completely. She didn’t struggle even as she started to pass out. I stopped and she gasped for air.
I broke down and sobbed, hating myself, hating my darkness. She told me it was ok, she loved me, I can do whatever I want with her whenever I want, it was all ok.
I would do it again and again with her. Hating myself more and more each time. She kept flirting with other guys. I hated her and I loved her.
I broke up with her again because I wanted to kill her for continuing to hurt me and for continuing to allow me to hurt her. I hated myself with great intensity.
She refused to leave me alone. Hounding me to get back together. Everywhere I would turn, she would be there, reminding me, insisting we get back together. Telling me I could hurt her. She wanted that. I felt ill because I wanted it too.
She came over to my parent’s house unannounced, late one night. She kept hounding me.
I lost it. I choked her … not in a fun sexual “choke me daddy” way but a violent, repressed anger, horrible, awful, I hate your fucking guts and hate my fucking guts, and want us to be done for good way.
She fucking laid back and didn’t struggle as I was killing her.
I threw up. I stopped. I lay down on the floor and told her to fucking go and leave me alone. I don’t remember her leaving. I don’t remember the rest of that night.
The next night I came home and she was there again. At my fucking house. Talking with my mom. I went up to my room and closed the door, saying nothing to them.
She left and my mother came up to me and said that she saw the horrible marks on my ex’s neck. She said I could have killed her. I told my mom I knew that. And I wanted to kill her because she wouldn’t leave me alone. I broke down sobbing saying I just wanted to be left alone. I don’t want anyone and don’t deserve anyone.
My mom comforted me. She was so good at being supportive and loving when she wasn’t the opposite. My loving mother. So kind. Such a horrible role model. Teaching me to hate myself while she showed me love.
That girl would leave me alone finally … at least for the remaining months of our last year of high school. She showed off her neck to everyone at school. People knew I was a monster. My friends didn’t seem to care. I’m not sure I deserved forgiveness. I was a monster and held dark evil thoughts. I just went on with living.
But longer term, that girl and I were just getting started. We would plague each other for another ten years.
Both damaged. Both hurting. Like oil and gas, using our interactions as a match to blow our lives apart. Over and over. Drawn to the devastation and destruction we brought each other. Sick. Sick. Sick.
I learned something though. I buried my darkness, my cruelty, my hate, my anger, deep down in a well inside me. I aimed it all towards me instead of others. I would attempt suicide twice before I figured out better coping strategies. I am glad I did … usually … when they hold … when they work … when I’m able to stop self-hating.
I never again hurt that girl physically. But god did we destroy each other emotionally and spiritually over and over. It was sick and foul and destructive.
All of this is a painful detour that has resurfaced lately. As I’ve been cut open and my past damages have been slowly pouring out of me, plaguing me, my darkness seeping back into me.
I want to hurt someone again. And not in a loving way.
I despise this feeling. I despise this thing in me. I despise knowing that I know it’s a foul thing and I still want it.
Who is that? Where does this demon come from? Why can’t I be free of him?
I’m working on this. I’m tired of running and hurting myself. And I sure as fuck would never want to hurt another person in earnest.
Confronting my demons is shitty business. Painful. Hurtful.
I’m going to be brave and strong and strangle them. I am so fucking sick of them. I am a survivor. I am smart. I am damaged. I am loving. I am decent but fundamentally flawed. I am improving.
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have the next scene, written over lunch. short
Kushina-senei gave them two whole weeks to trek to Iwa.
“I can fly, yeah,” Deidara whined around day three. He didn’t mind walking by itself, but walking meant more time camping, and he had camped enough for six lifetimes. They weren’t even out of Fire Country, and they still had to pass through Grass Country.
“That’s great!” Kushina-sensei told him. “That’s our evacuation plan if things go south. Don’t go revealing our super secret escape route, okay?”
“Our evacuation plan is that Deidara can fly?” Itachi asked. “That’s it?” He was clearly also frustrated by their slow travel speed. ANBU probably ran everywhere top-speed.
Kushina-sensei turned to him with the bemused smile of an adult about to fuck with a child’s head because it was funny, and Deidara wondered vaguely how Itachi hadn’t tried to kill her yet.
“Yep, anything goes bad, Itachi, just find Deidara…”
The reason they couldn’t hurry the fuck up was Tori, who could only travel so far in a day without exhausting herself. Her top speed was also low for even a genin, so it wasn’t like Itachi could just hound her to push herself like he was clearly itching to do. Also, she kept pointing at plants and mushrooms and fucking birds and remarking on them, which was entertaining if you were just casually wandering around the countryside, but extremely annoying if you just wanted to get somewhere as quickly as possible.
“You’re in a bad mood,” Itachi told Deidara point blank at te Grass Country border. “You’re not even sketching.”
“There’s nothing to sketch,” Deidara snapped back, even though Tori and Kushina-sensei kept unearthing progressively weirder looking leaf-footed bugs, giggling like fucking school girls.
They did speed up to cross Grass Country. Konoha technically still had an agreement of free passage with them, but then three months ago Kusa had gone and kidnapped Hatake Kakashi and Konoha killed tens of them as part of his rescue. Who knew what would happen if they found the Hokage’s wife and Uchiha heir wandering around?
Earth Country was at least familiar in a non-sucky way. Deidara liked the smell of the pine forests, and he often missed the food. Also, there were giant centipedes, which were way cooler than leaf-footed bugs.
“Wait, find one for me,” Tori told him. “That sounds cool.”
When they weren’t being obnoxious, Kushina-sensei and Tori had hushed conversations about transport seals and sequestering whatever supplies Iwa would give Tori. Itachi loomed around them during these conversations, tight-lipped and frustrated because he didn’t know enough to be micromanaging them. At least they actually had a plan for this part, Deidara supposed. That would keep Itachi from having an aneurysm.
(Even though Itachi having an aneurysm would be really, really funny.)
A day outside of Iwa, just before they were close enough to be in risk of a guard patrol running into them, Kushina had Tori draw out a storage seal on a basic scroll.
“Good,” she assessed. “Nice brush control.”
They stuck all their weapons and contraband in the scroll. Deidara tossed in his sketchbook forlornly.
“Okay,” Kushina said, rolling the scroll up. “Who wants to burn this?”
Deidara grabbed it out of her hands before Itachi could say a word. He licked it with one of his hand-mouths, then tossed it above them. It exploded.
They were just going to redraw the seal later and retrieve their items, which was apparently something a fuinjutsu master could just do. He hadn’t really destroyed anything. Disappointing.
“Ew, I feel naked,” Kushina-sensei said, patting the area at her hip where she had been carrying a collection of scrolls. Her hand then moved down to her outer thigh where her weapons pack had just been.
Itachi also looked a bit off balance without a sword or weapons pack, and Deidara’s waist felt too light without his clay. Only Tori, who was a weird little freak, seemed unbothered to no longer have any weapons on her.
Three hours later, two Iwa scouts showed up to escort them.
“Stop,” Itachi said, grabbing the back of Deidara’s shirt when he went to attack on instinct.
“Gut reaction,” Deidara muttered back, scowling at the two shinobi. He’d run a mission with the guy on the right once. He was an asshole.
Kushina-sensei stepped forward, painting a huge grin across her face, and introduced herself. The Iwa-nin seemed less than charmed as they collected their registration scroll.
reborn au, deidara POV. start of the chunin exams
Deidara sat across the desk from the Hokage, wedged between Itachi and Tori. Oonoki, and any commanding officer below him, would have made him stand, even if he was bleeding out.
Minato, meanwhile, tended to make meetings feel more like a conversation. Brief communications were done standing, but for their longer meetings he’d gesture for them to pull up chairs and then lean back casually in his own seat. He usually didn’t even complain if someone interrupted him with questions.
(Which Team 4 did. A lot. Because Itachi and Tori were both assholes who thought they were smarter than they were. Deidara, meanwhile, only had the most salient of interruptions.)
MInato did this even with super serious missions, like his insane plot to have them enter the Iwa Chunin Exam as cover to extract a Konoha prisoner.
Deidara wasn’t sure if Minato was so casual for all his shinobi, or if being on his wife’s team got them special privileges. Kushina-sensei had, in fact, chosen to sit on the desk rather than a chair, the backs of her sandals clunking against the wood. But even if it was just a perk of being on Kushina-sensei’s team, Deidara would take this lax style over anything Iwa ever put him through.
“Iwa sent their finalized list of contraband,” Minato said, voice cheerful. He held up a stack of papers. “I’ll read them to you. It’s pretty intense.”
The list was… lengthy. And sort of insane. They banned them from bringing in their own weapons, promising to provide adequate replacements upon arrival. They also banned all fuinjutsu related material, including any type of paper or writing utensil, and then an increasingly unhinged list of items which seem to pose no real danger to Deidara.
Minato’s voice cracked at reading the phrase “nectars and other viscous juices,” and then he turned and coughed a couple times to cover up laughter.
Kushina-sensei was also covering a smile with one hand.
“Did they put an insane person in charge of communications?” Deidara asked.
“No, they…” Minato had to pause a moment to get ahold of himself again. “They really, really don’t want you sneaking in a Hiraishin marker. Or making a new one.”
“Sorry,” Kushina-sensei told them, not looking the least bit sorry. “They’re probably only this paranoid because I’m your sensei.”
This did make sense to Deidara. The Iwa he’d grown up in, in the other timeline, had been one in which the Yellow Flash was dead and gone, and the man was still haunting old people’s nightmares. Some of Deidara’s older Academy texts had been from before his death, and they’d included insane protocols for what to do if he showed up on the field. Not a Konoha ninja, not a ninja with a specific technique– just him. No other Kage had such an honor.
He could only imagine the sort of cultural anxiety Minato was inflicting on Iwa just by existing.
The idea was sort of exiting, actually. All that fear and anxiety building up for years, just waiting for someone to come along and end it all in one glorious moment–
Tori elbowed him. To Minato, she asked, “Will they give us fuinjutsu supplies too, or do we have to get creative?”
Minato’s lips quirked upwards.
“They will give you fuinjutsu supplies,” he said. “A village only makes money off an exam if they can show off promising genin, and I convinced them it would be necessary for you to give a good show.”
“But I don’t get any?” Kushina-sensei clarified.
Any Iwa-nin who’d done two seconds of research on Uzumaki Kushina would want to ban her from even touching a brush forever. Even if she hadn’t gotten famous off of murder like he had, she and Minato came as a set: half his techniques were from her, and if anyone was going to be making Hiraishin markers and spreading them around, it would be her.
“I don’t know how they’ll enforce Tori having access but not you,” Minato admitted. “Supervision, maybe.”
Itachi cleared his throat. “You're sure this isn’t an ambush?” he asked.
This seemed like a good point to Deidara. They were basically just agreeing to waltz into Iwa completely weaponless and submit to whatever asshole demands Iwa might make. And like, someone like Deidara could do it, but it would be super annoying.
Minato took a moment to answer, gathering his thoughts.
“It might be,” he said, tone suddenly deadly serious. “But their doors will be open to plenty of foreign powers, and they’ve already advertised a team from Konoha. A move against us would be very, very stupid of them.” He let a humorless smile cross his lips. “Besides, I intentionally picked a team that could still function even with every disadvantage they might give you.”
Next to him, Tori shifted uneasily. Deidara didn’t think she was nervous for herself, because Tori had wandered into worse with no ninja skills whatsoever and came out on top. It was that there was no way Minato knew that, because Tori liked to downplay her talents at every turn. She had worked her way into the mission plan as a competent fuinjutsu user, but he probably wasn’t including her in his super special hand-picked team.
(And also, if you evaluated Tori the way you would in a classroom– throw this knife here, use this type of kick, demonstrate this particular move– she was pretty mediocre, even for a twelve year old. Tori only seemed intimidating after she’d tricked into doing something deeply stupid and then was waving some insane seal in your face.)
Deidara wasn’t even sure Minato was including him, even though he ranked right up there with Kushina-sensei and Itachi in terms of “has an absurd bloodline limit, good luck taking THAT away.” It seemed more likely he and Tori got signed up to be semi-expendable benchwarmers, and any talents they ended up displaying were just a nice perk.
The thought made him angry. Minato might seem way cooler than Oonoki, but they were all the same, weren’t they? Minato would definitely abandon him and Tori to save his precious Konoha-born shinobi.
Tori must be putting thought into what she would do without weapons, because she remarked, “It’s such overkill to ban all paper, though. If I already wasn’t using sealing paper, I wouldn’t be like, ‘Oh, no regular paper either? Guess I’ll just give up.’”
Deidara attempted to reel in his temper. This was Tori probing the waters of what she could get away with. She was infuriatingly cautious about it, in Deidara’s opinion, but her paranoid little brain would be better attuned to when they might have to jump ship. He should let her take lead on this and not upset himself.
Kushina-sensei flashed her teeth at Tori. “No, obviously if you’re good enough, you can make any flat surface work. I assume that’s why they banned…. hand mirrors.”
There was a long pause while Kushina-sensei and Tori stared at each other, presumably contemplating what chaos they could cause with a hand mirror.
Minato’s swivel chair groaned as he leaned back, dropping his papers on his desk.
“It’s a moot point,” he said. “Tori, we don’t use untested seals in the field, and you can’t count on any seal that works on paper to work anywhere else. There’s a reason we use sealing paper. No hand mirror seals, okay?”
Hand mirrors were only the tip of the iceberg of insane shit Tori might try, but she plastered a meek smile on her face and agreed anyway.
Disgusting, Deidara thought. He trusted this version of Tori to save his ass if they suddenly had to abandon ship, but she was also the worst possible version of herself. Unartistic.
Itachi changed the subject again. “The overall mission is getting convoluted. How will Kushina get to Morino with fuinjutsu supplies if we may be supervised so closely? What are we going to do about Deidara’s explosion release?”
Tori opened her mouth, perhaps to suggest her own plan, only to close it and glance at Kushina-sensei. Ugh.
“We’ll just wing it,” Kushina-sensei said with full confidence.
Deidara turned to confirm that yes, Itachi did look like his brain had just exploded. Also seeing this, Tori said to him, “It’s okay. You can’t actually keep a fuinjutsu master from smuggling things wherever they want.”
Now Minato looked like he wanted to say something, but wasn’t quite sure where to start.
“I have an idea on how to distract them from Deidara,” Kushina-sensei said, twisting her torso to face Minato. “But they’ll eventually, uh… notice some things.”
Deidara clenched his fists, his nails digging into the bottom lips of his hand-mouths. Minato drummed his fingers on the desk.
“It’s tricky, but they don’t have a verifiable claim on him,” Minato replied. He eyed Deidara. “Do you have a preferred cover-up story?”
“...no,” Deidara admitted.
He didn’t like that Iwa thought they owned him, but he’d never had strong feelings about his family origins. They were assholes that treated him like shit, and he’d left. That was it.
They kicked around a few ideas, ranging from gaslighting everyone that Deidara’s explosions had nothing to do with Iwa’s only bloodline limit, to claiming he was an old experiment of Orochimaru. They didn’t come to any sort of real conclusion, and eventually Minato said he’d sleep on it and dismissed them.
“Deidara, can I talk to you for a moment?” Minato asked. Deidara narrowed his eyes at him, and from his peripheral vision he saw Tori flash a hand sign which was almost definitely Behave.
He crossed his arm and remained sitting while everyone else filed out. Kushina-sensei twirled in her seat so she could duck down and give Minato a peck on the cheek first. Gross.
When they were alone, Minato asked, “How do you feel about this mission?”
“It’s a mission, yeah,” Deidara replied slowly, trying to parse what he was actually being asked. Loyalty, maybe. His father was an Iwa-nin, even if he’d never met him. He added, “I don’t really like undercover missions, but it’s fine if I get to do some art. If I get a promotion and a nice paycheck out of it, all the better.”
Deidara still wasn’t sure he wanted to stay in Konoha, but the prospect of a steady income after being a child wandering-nin no one wanted to hire was incredibly alluring. Income meant he could have a bed, maybe even rent an art studio if Konoha Jounin got paid well. These fantasies weren’t enough to make him even consider going back to a hellhole that was Iwa, but if all Konoha had to torture him was a pushy sensei who got him in good with the Hokage, he’d take it.
“I know you intentionally fled Iwa,” Minato said, his voice… soft for some reason. Weird. “I understand going back might be uncomfortable.”
“I’ve never been to Iwa,” Deidara defended immediately. He’d made damn sure to leave Earth Country as soon as he could, and they hadn’t even been able to put him through any of their stupid ninja aptitude tests in this timeline.
Minato put up both hands as a calming gesture.
“I know, I know,” he replied. “But you have their bloodline limit. You grew up outside of a village, so this might not be obvious to you yet, but your art is going to link you Iwa permanently. I don’t want to send you into Iwa unprepared.”
Deidara had to spend a few moments grinding his teeth to hold back rude words. Of course he knew. Iwa had bred him to be their perfect little killing machine.
“It’s not Iwa’s bloodline limit,” Deidara replied eventually. “It’s mine, yeah. I decide what it’s for and what I do with it. That’s the whole point of my art, yeah.”
Minato raised both eyebrows. “Alright,” he said. “Good. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
He dismissed him, leaving him with a strange promise that his door was always open if Deidara wanted to “talk.” Whatever.
As he hopped down the stairs of Hokage tower two at a time, Deidara found himself surprised Minato had agreed that his bloodline limit was his own, separate from a village’s control. Probably a manipulation to keep Deidara away from any temptations to join Iwa. There was no way Minato would say Itachi’s eyeballs were for himself only and not Konoha, or that Kushina should use her chakra chains for anything but Konoha’s wellbeing. Villages just didn’t work like that.
Not that Deidara would complain about special treatment…
Tori was waiting for him outside, leaning against an outside wall. They started the walk back to the genin dorms.
“What’d he want?” she asked.
Deidara rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “He wanted to know how I felt, yeah. Stupid.”
Tori frowned. “And how do you feel?” she asked.
“Like you and him are both annoying, yeah,” Deidara replied. “Also, what the hell is with you twiddling your thumbs and acting stupid whenever anyone asks about fuinjutsu–”
Tori rolled her eyes right back at him. This was an ongoing argument. Deidara understood her reasoning for downplaying her talents; he just thought it was stupid. Just because Orochimaru was a manipulative scumbag didn’t mean every ninja wanted to push and push until she had a screaming breakdown. Most villages did this very slowly and steadily in a very predictable, soul-crushing kind of way.
Somehow, Tori looped his rant at her back around. “I mean, if you have feelings about me and Oto, you definitely have some feelings about you and Iwa,” she said. “Are you going to be able to keep it together, seeing it?”
Deidara scowled at her. She’d worded it ambiguously because they were in public, but there was a definite seeing it AGAIN implied in there. And obviously Deidara didn’t want to go to Iwa, but that was the mission she and Itachi had signed him up for. He was an adult, if not physically. He could handle being annoyed by Iwa-nin for a month.
“Obviously,” he told Tori. Then he grabbed her arm and yanked her down a side street, changing the subject entirely. “There’s a new take-out place down here. We should get dinner, yeah.”
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Your dog is eating my sandwich
Sergeant Hank Voight x fem!reader
Summary: Your dog might have eaten someone's sandwich and that someone is none other than sergeant Voight.
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: None
A/N: So, this is my first try at a Hank Voight one shot. I hope you like it 🥰
masterlist // one chicago masterlist //
Your dog wasn’t necessarily well behaved, but when you saw what unfolded in front of your eyes, you realized this was a low point in your mediocre dog raising. Bea the Basset Hound has always been an easy dog. She was patient, walked well on a leash and ninety percent of the time listened instantly to you.
Today was no such day. Her leash slipped out of your fingers and while you were yelling: ‘Bea, come back here this instant!’ Bea kept on walking/galloping, because your dog didn’t run. She galloped, as she followed her nose.
Normally, you’d laugh at how ridiculous it looked. Now, you were on the verge of either a mental breakdown or something that would probably qualify you for anger management.
And then it happened.
Your dog, the Basset Hound that listened to the name Bea of all names, was running and jumped into what appeared to be a pretty expensive black car. ‘What the hell?’ the person who owned the car said, visibly confused, staring at my dog sitting on the passenger seat.
‘Bea, get your ass out of that car!’ you yelled and once you were close, you saw your dog was now eating something.
‘Is that your dog?’
Oh gosh, the man had a deep and raspy voice and looked so hot in his leather jacket, it made you lose both your ability to speak and to muster up human decency. While Bea was gobbling on whatever she found, you finally snapped back into reality after you got lost in the man’s beautiful eyes and said: ‘Yeah, she’s mine.’
‘Your dog is eating my sandwich,’ he stated.
‘Oh no,’ you said, letting a second if not two go by, before you realized: you had to do something about that. ‘Oh no!’ you repeated loudly. You leaned in the car, grabbed the hound by her collar and lifted her up from the seat. Bea licked her lips, wagged her tail lazily, clearly not knowing she’d done something terribly. ‘I’m sorry,’ you told the man. ‘This is very embarrassing and inconvenient for you, especially because it was your sandwich.’
Cool, yeah, state the obvious. Like he needs that.
He appeared unbothered. You on the other hand were everything but unbothered. Your eye landed on his police badge.
To make things even worse, he was a police officer?
Shoot me now you thought to yourself.
‘Was this against the law?’ you asked. ‘Therefore giving you a reason to arrest me? Or Bea for that matter, since she’s the one who ate your sandwich and while she’s five years of age in dog years, she’s thirty five in human years.’
You hoped the officer thought it was funny—because you thought it was absolutely hilarious—but he still didn’t smile.
So, you tried one last thing to make up for it.
‘I can buy you another sandwich.’
‘We can start with that.’
Great, he wasn’t happy about the situation and you understood why. It was his sandwich after all. Together with Bea, who all of the sudden turned into valedictorian of doggy training school, you made your way to a cafe.
‘I can buy you coffee,’ you said. ‘Coffee. Sandwich. For you. If you want. If not, that’s fine. Then only a sandwich.’
Unable to speak coherently, he seemed to understand you. He nodded at you and you ordered two coffees and a sandwich of his liking.
As he gave the specifics of his order to the guy behind the counter, the mysterious police officer placed a fifty bill on the counter.
‘No, no, no, wait, I was supposed to buy you another sandwich,’ you said. ‘Please don’t do that. I need to make up for this. Sir, this is all rather confusing to me, so please just cooperate and allow me to pay for it.’
As the officer received his change, he smirked and for the first time he was approachable and not as scary. ‘I think scaring you into thinking that is enough.’
You were still holding your breath. ‘You weren’t mad?’ you asked, your voice a little squeaky.
‘Confused, but not mad.’
‘Oh my,’ you sighed. ‘I have stress sweat everywhere thanks to you.’ You placed your hand on your heart, feeling it pound. ‘I thought you were going to arrest me,’ you said, as you and Bea stepped to the side as your order was being prepared, the officer following suit.
‘I would never,’ he told you. ‘You okay?’
‘I think my heart will not last me till ninety, but other than that I’m fine,’ you admitted. ‘Just glad me nor my dog is going to jail.’
He chuckled.
‘I’m Y/N by the way,’ you said, ‘and this is my dog Bea, in case you had not caught up on that.’
‘Bea the Basset Hound,’ he said. ‘Interesting name. I’m Hank Voight,’ he said.
‘Hank Voight, Chicago PD,’ you chuckled. ‘Has a nice ring to it.’
‘Sorry if I scared you,’ he said.
‘I kinda deserved that one, for having a dog who clearly doesn’t know proper etiquette.’
With your coffees and the newly bought sandwich, you and Hank Voight, Chicago PD made your way out. You stopped in front of his car.
‘Well, officer, I’ll leave you to it. Have a great day, protect the city from crime and watch your sandwiches.’ You waved and turned around. ‘Come on, Bea.’
But Bea wasn’t moving. Instead she kept looking at the police officer.
‘Bea,’ you said, pulling her leash. ‘Come with me, girl.’
And then she started howling.
Okay, that is insanely embarrassing.
‘Bea!’
Hank Voight made his way over to her and crouched down. ‘What’s up, girl?’ he asked her, as he scratched her behind her ear. Hank Voight looked up at you and was clearly hesitating.
‘What’s wrong?’ you asked.
He stood up and held out his hand.
‘Am I suppose to guess what you want? I’m just a regular girl with a dog, not a mind reader. You want my hand in marriage?’
‘Your phone,’ he said, cocking an eyebrow in the process. ‘So I can put my number in it and if you or Bea or you and Bea are ever in trouble, you can call me.’ He shrugged. ‘You know, sandwich related or not.’
#one chicago#chicago pd#chicago pd fanfiction#hank voight#hank voight fanfiction#hank voight one shot#hank voight fluff#hank voight x reader
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September Fic Rec😜
Yo, Yo, Yo! Back to school! Too all the parents that might have a little more time, here's a rec! and too all the student that need a get away from school, here's a rec!🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️ Happy Reading you guys!❤️
And You Say You're Alone by bi_leigh_bi - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30314, sterek)
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3022, sterek)
King Derek takes a consort.
a year in sleepovers by sarcasticfishes - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3370, sterek)
The first time Stiles ended up in Derek’s bed was New Year’s Eve. He was seventeen, a little drunk, and he begged.
as if he were the sun by impossiblespark - (Rating: T, Words: 9202, sterek)
“Scott, I told you, I’m- oh.” Stiles cuts himself off when he opens his eyes and turns to find Derek standing by his open window, brows furrowed dangerously, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.
His breath catches painfully somewhere in his throat.
He winces almost imperceptibly as he struggles to sit up. Derek still catches it, and his eyes flash red.
His fucking life.
Thrill (like white-hot wire) by raisesomehale - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4291, sterek)
Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he'll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.
Lap Magnet by Prairie_Grass - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30765, sterek)
Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.
or
Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...
Like Heaven Catching Lighting byweathervaanes - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 41519, sterek)
Prince Stiles of Cor has always known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was never truly going to marry for love. Fighting it has only made it worse. Now, presented with a choice between two children of the Hale family of Ignis, Derek and Cora, he must make the decision to determine who will rule by his side. If only it were that simple.
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“Tell me,” he says, taking a drink. “If your sister does accept me as her husband, would you be pleased for her fortune or yours?”
Derek sets down the pitcher and moves further into the room, removing his vest and setting it over a chair. “I don’t believe that’s a fair question. If she finds happiness in your kingdom, by your side, of course I’ll be pleased for her.”
“And relieved, I imagine.”
Derek turns, arms crossed over his chest. “Would you be?”
Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. byTheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 21096, sterek)
Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He's not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or stong like Danny or adorable like Scott.
He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw.
Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.
They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn't go at all like Stiles expects.
I Will Meet You In The Woods bydylan_blaze_nightstars - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6983, sterek)
Derek goes running as a wolf in the forest, he just wasn't expecting to meet a curious fox who seems to know who he is.
Gathering Hearts by neil4god - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2050, sterek)
Derek brought this on himself, he brought the alpha's here and now they're all trying to worm their way into Stiles' affection and even worse, his pants! Screw diplomatic relations, screw tradition, he should have cancelled the whole thing and kept Stiles to himself. Not that Stiles was his or even wanted to be his, right?
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boys are a disease ~ jennifer check;jennifer’s body
word count: 1139
request?: no
description: in which the school’s resident hot girl engages in a conversation with the outcast about how much boys suck
pairing: jennifer check x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
I was drying my hands using the shitty paper towels that the school provided when the bathroom door swung open. I glanced up a moment then did a quick double take when I realized who was stood there: the queen B herself Jennifer Check.
Jennifer was your stereotypical high school hot girl. She was a cheerleader, she had perfect skin and hair that seemed to be naturally silky no matter what. Every guy in school wanted to be with her and every girl wanted to be her. The only difference between Jennifer Check and other pretty, popular girls was that Jennifer’s best friend wasn’t a fellow hot cheerleader, but rather her polar opposite Needy Lesnicki.
I was also the polar opposite to Jennifer Check. I was your average social outcast, just trying to coast through school until I graduated and never had to see any of these assholes ever again. I figured Jennifer would’ve brushed right past me and pretend like I didn’t exist.
When she walked right up next to me and started talking, I went into a brief moment of shock.
“Boys are a fucking disease,” she proclaimed. “They don’t know how to leave a girl alone.”
Her attention was on the mirror in front of her. She was running her fingers through her already perfect hair, leaning in closer to the mirror to fix her makeup.
“Like Craig keeps fucking hounding me every time he sees me trying to ask me out on a date. You know who Craig is, right?”
It took me a moment to realize she was asking me a question. My words were still stuck in my throat, so I nodded in response instead.
“Of course you do? How can someone not know that fucking slimy twerp?” she continued. “He is, like, so not on my level to even consider hooking up with me, and he won’t fucking take no for an answer no matter how many times I say it. I saw him making a beeline for me in the hallway so I ducked in here to get away from him. No doubt he’ll be out there waiting for me when I leave.”
She glared at the door where Craig was likely stood by like a creepy stalker.
She turned her attention back to me and looked at me, expectantly. I wasn’t sure what to say. I still felt like I couldn’t even speak. Girls like Jennifer didn’t have casual, boy bashing conversations with girls like me.
“It’s cause he’s on the football team,” I finally managed, although I sounded unsure of myself as I said it.
“You’re totally right, it is,” Jennifer agreed. “I blame those stupid teen movies about cheerleaders and the quarterbacks. They make these losers think that just because they wear a varsity jacket they’re on the same level as us cheerleaders. Most of the football team are just gross, horny boys that wanna feel up your tits and fuck you for the five seconds they’ll last.”
I awkwardly shuffled. Jennifer was right, the football team definitely was not as cool as they thought they were, but the sex talk just made me feel a little awkward. It goes without saying, I had never been on the receiving end of anyone’s sexual advances, whether the feeling was mutual or not.
Jennifer noticed my tension. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve just never talked to someone popular for this long. I’m kind of waiting for things to go south.”
She was looking at me for a long time then. I figured this would be the moment she realized who I was and left in disgust for talking to a loser like me.
“Why would things go south? You seem really nice. At least, Needy always says so.”
“I’m not exactly popular.”
“Who gives a shit? Neither is Needy, but she’s my best friend.”
It’s hard to explain the social hierarchy of high school to anyone, let alone someone who flowed to the top so effortlessly. Needy wasn’t popular in the same sense that Jennifer was, but she wasn’t a complete loser. She had Jennifer - her popular best friend - and Chip - her not so popular but still cute and dorky boyfriend. Unlike Needy, I had no one. Not even a fellow outcast friend. Just...me.
Before I could explain this, the warning bell rang. Jennifer groaned and rolled her eyes. “God, I’m gonna have to face that total scuzball now.”
“I can come with you,” I offered. “Maybe he won’t corner you if you have back up.”
“Would you? It would mean so much to me.”
Her eyes were big and pleading and...beautiful. I couldn’t look away from them. With just one look, she had me wrapped around her perfectly manicured fingers. I wished to have that ability.
We stepped out of the bathroom together and, unsurprisingly, found Craig waiting. He started to advance on Jennifer, but stopped when his eyes landed on me. A confused look crossed his face, one that was mirrored by everyone who was passing by.
Jennifer looped an arm through mine and waved at Craig before dragging me down the hall towards class. I felt tense with the amount of attention I was receiving. I could almost hear the whispers about Jennifer hanging out with someone like me and I wasn’t sure how I felt about any of that.
When we reached the door, Jennifer turned to me, giving me her thousand watt smile.
“Thanks for that. It means a lot,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you around again.”
“I’m - I’m in this class actually,” I told her.
“You are?” Okay, that one hurt a little. “That’s great! Come sit with me and Needy!”
She didn’t give me any time to respond before grabbing my arm and bringing me to the empty seat beside her.
“Hey, that’s where I sit,” Chasity said.
“Too bad bitch, find somewhere else,” Jennifer snapped. Chasity rolled her eyes and went to find a new seat.
“Hi (Y/N),” Needy said to me.
“Hi Needy.”
“Needy, you’ve really undersold (Y/N) to me,” Jennifer told her best friend. “She is extra salty.”
My brows furrowed together in confusion. “Salty?”
“It’s a compliment,” Needy assured me. “It means Jen likes you.”
“She saved me from Creepy Craig, of course I like her.”
Jennifer winked at me and I felt my face heat up with blush. The final bell rang and our teacher entered the classroom. I tried to focus on what she was saying, but I kept glancing over at Jennifer. As if feeling my gaze, she glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled.
For the first time, I didn’t see Jennifer as just the hot cheerleader that everyone fawned over. I saw the true beauty in her, something I could find myself looking at for a very long time.
#jennifer check#jennifer check imagine#jennifer check x reader#megan fox#megan fox imagine#megan fox x reader#jennifer's body#jennifer's body imagine#one shot#imagine#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
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The Middle Ground
*Deep breath*
Woo. Okay. First of all I would like to thank everyone for 400 freaking followers. That is seriously so insane to me, I mean I’ve only been on Tumblr for like half a year.
This piece is a contribution to @bakugosbratx ‘s collaboration. It has around 40k words in total, so it’s my longest piece yet. Because Tumblr formatting is shit, I have provided an Ao3 link in case you like the chapter setup better there. I hope you all enjoy, and please please heed the warnings ahead!
Pairing: Bully!Fiance!Touya x F reader
Summary: You've been friends with Tenko Shimura for as long as you can remember...but when you're forced into an arranged marriage with Dabi, that friendship is put to a test.
TW: Noncon, bullying, language, Dabi and Hawks are scumbags, gangbang, graphic depictions of violence, gang violence, arranged marriage
Tags: @hi--rubi @bakugosbratx
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31747549
Touya Todoroki kicks out his legs and slumps into the limo seat. A permanent scowl has inhabited his petulant expression, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by his glaring father and uncomfortable family. It isn’t like he wanted to be here anyway, what were they expecting? Especially when they were practically planning out his whole life’s demise right in front of his eyes.
Think he’s being dramatic?
Try putting yourself in his shoes for a second: after being hounded by his ape-like father to put some hair gel on and to ‘take out those fiendish piercings, you look like a hooligan,’ he was also forced into a suit that felt more like a straight jacket. Worst of all, he had to keep a straight posture.
It was complete, utter torture for the young rogue.
Only after stalking and lurking around his mother for the entire day did Touya have it revealed to him that the place he had to dress up like a prissy for was none other than the house of who he was going to be betrothed to.
Once the bomb was dropped, all hell broke loose in the Todoroki house not like that was anything new, merely hours away from leaving to greet the parents-in-law.
“Is this a fucking joke? You people weren’t even gonna tell me where we were going until I had to beg like a dog!” Touya raged with balled-up fists, smoke curling from his elbows and shins as he stood in his parents’ room and interrogated his mother.
“Language, Touya!” An exasperated Rei Todoroki sighed while ironing her and Fuyumi’s dresses. “You’re of age to get married, and you’re an adult now- you knew this was bound to happen soon.”
“Come on, Touya, it’s not the end of the world. You’ll like her; her family is really well known in hero society for hosting the annual hero galas.” Fuyumi leaned against the doorframe behind her irate brother with her arms crossed, peering disappointedly at him from over the bridge of her glasses. “I’m pretty sure her parents even work in the Hero Commission headquarters, and as for the girl, I’ve heard so many good things about her from-”
“I don’t give a damn about some elitist brat who I’m gonna have to coddle. And I’m still in school, I’m not licensed yet.” Touya snapped at both the women, Fuyumi rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she walked away. Rei let out another heavy sigh and finished up her meticulous ironing.
“I just don’t understand why in the hell you’d tell me on the day of us meeting them, like why couldn’t I have a heads up?”
“Because then we’d have to put up with your little tantrums even more in advance. Plus, it's not like us telling you earlier would’ve changed the decision or your reaction,” Natsuo called out from his room across the hall.
“You know, she’s not some random gold digger. I’m fairly certain her family is more wealthy than us, and by uniting our families, we’ll both have many advantages in society and for a healthy bloodline-”
But Shoto’s chiming in was cut off with the sound of choking from Natsuo drinking something at his last words. Touya didn’t appreciate his least favorite sibling’s unwanted opinion, especially when it was about the topic of banging some prissy chick.
He let Shoto know what he thought of his comment by whipping around with a snarl and towering over the youngest Todoroki.
Well, not really towering since Shoto was quickly catching up to Touya in terms of height, a fact that Touya loathed admitting.
“You-” he jabbed a finger into the other’s firm chest, “-are the last person I wanna hear sex advice from, got it? I doubt a social degenerate like you would even get pussy anyways from the way you can barely understand a joke or social cues.” (“What did I say about language, Touya!”)
Natsuo was positively howling now, and Shoto merely shrugged his brother’s scarred finger off as Touya kept advancing on him and spitting venom. Rei was desperately trying to quell the disaster waiting to happen by raising her voice slightly and telling all her boys to back off and calm down, but she was cut off by Fuyumi calling out to ask for her dress.
“ENOUGH!”
All the other Todorokis simultaneously jumped when they heard his booming voice. Enji Todoroki appeared in front of his family, no doubt growing increasingly irritated by the pandemonium happening. He glared around at them all until his eyes landed on Touya, who grew quiet but still held a scowl on his face. Endeavor’s eyes narrowed as he approached his heir, and Touya subconsciously straightened up taller.
“You can’t make me do this. We’ve never had one single conversation about the topic of marriage, and you think I’m just gonna give in on the night you planned to make me into some domestic schmuck? Were you even going to tell me yourself before we left?” Touya growled, maintaining eye contact with his brutish father.
“You’ll do as I say, Touya. Your duty comes to your family before any wish of becoming a hero. You need to stop acting like a delinquent, and a wife would do some good to tether you to reality-”
“Oh, right, because you’d know all about how to be good to a family, right?” Touya burst out as he sneered and gestured to the scars littering his body.
Even Natsuo had stopped snickering as the house grew deathly quiet. Fuyumi sucked in a soft inhale, Shoto simply stared while observing the spectacle in front of him, and Rei was stock-still.
Endeavor didn’t back down from his son’s impertinence, however. Instead, he stepped forward until both men were chest-to-chest and looked at Touya straight into his face, purposely neglecting to ponder on the way his son’s lip trembled and his eyes twitched as if he wanted to rub them. He knew if he saw Touya as the pouty seven year old he once was and loved, he would give in.
“You will do what I ask. Do not embarrass our family or me.”
Touya’s jaw clenched as he tried to stare his father down, but after a couple of painstakingly long moments he finally looked away. Everyone let out their breaths and started to get their coats. That was that.
End of discussion.
Unbeknownst to him, however, he wasn’t the only one who had been saddled with this news recently.
Your parents might not have told you on the day of said guests coming over, but you weren’t given an option to argue either.
In fact, you were told so casually over dinner a few weeks ago that one would think you were the crazy one for “overreacting,” in the exact words of your parents to be more specific.
“Honey, you’re almost done with your hero licensing school. It's about time you start thinking of your future asides from your job and internships,” your mother had gestured to you as her delicate hands picked up a wine glass.
“Dad, seriously?” You asked in disbelief, fork suspended in midair. “I haven’t even graduated yet, plus you promised when I was done I could intern with you at the headquarters-!”
But your father merely hummed disinterestedly as if the topic of your very imminent future could do with less talking and more of shoveling roast beef into his mouth.
You incredulously turn to your mom, hoping for some reprieve.
“I don’t even know his name. Who is he, and why did you choose him anyway?” you grouch, pouting and pushing the casserole on your plate around.
“His name is Touya Todoroki, and he’s merely a year or two older than you. I’m sure you’ve heard of his father, Endeavor. He’s the number two hero, and I believe his other two children are closer to your age...Natsuo and Fuyumi? Their youngest son is Shoto, you must have seen his performance at the sports festival a little while ago.”
“T-Touya?” You almost choke on your asparagus when you hear his name. “Mom, I’ve seen him like, three times throughout the entirety of me being at that school. And I heard he’s a complete menace too! He’s got a reputation, him and his stupid friends. I know for a fact they’ve been giving Tenko a hard time for the past year for no reason.”
You’re not lying either. You’ve seen the intimidating black-haired boy skulking around some of your classes with his cronies in tow. It wasn’t like he shirked off his grades or anything; you were fairly certain he was pretty smart...when he tried, that is. When he wasn’t ditching class and giving his teachers a hard time, you usually saw him push your best friend Tenko Shimura around. This included shoving the quiet boy down the stairs, clapping him over the head a little too hard to be passed off as friendly, and childishly throwing spitballs and other trash at the back of his head. Fortunately, you’d never had the pleasure of meeting his highness personally, and so far, you’d been secretly grateful for only picking up his binders and homework off the floor of Tenko’s aftermath attacks rather than bearing the full brunt of Touya’s abuse. You weren’t even sure he knew you existed, and to be frank, you’d like to keep it that way.
However, it seemed as though your parents didn’t share the same sentiments.
Your father finally decided to give his piece, which wasn’t in your favor, surprise surprise.
“A sturdy family, they are. We’ve invited them for dinner two weeks from now, so you better curb that attitude of yours well before they arrive. Our decision is final.”
You stay quiet, opting not to argue any further and upset your parents. To be honest, you weren’t known to be too rebellious or spoiled for that matter. You were a straightforward child- you got good grades, you didn’t trouble yourself or your parents with any drama or school nonsense, and you put up a good family name when in the presence of outsiders. To say that you and your parents were joined at the hip would be a bit of a stretch, though. You simply did what they asked, and they rewarded you with anything you wanted. Nothing more and nothing less. It’s not like they forced you to do anything unreasonable except getting married to some degenerate, so you usually followed pursuit.
So, instead of causing a scene at the dinner table, you finish up your food, clear the table, and stomp upstairs in the sanctuary of your room. You flop on the bed, and just for good measure you pummel a pillow in front of you.
This can’t be happening, you groan to yourself.
After a couple of minutes of finishing your tantrum, you decide to call Tenko. He was definitely someone who’d share the same disdain for the name Touya Todoroki.
You dial his number, and after a couple of rings he finally picked up.
“Y/N? What’s up?”
It takes less than 5 minutes for you to explain your ordeal, and he’s quiet for a few moments.
“Tenko? You there?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m still here,” he says slowly.
“Well? What do you think?” You urge, needing him to reassure you you weren’t being unreasonable for not wanting an arranged marriage with some psycho delinquent, family name or not.
“I mean, obviously it sucks ass, and I wouldn’t wanna get saddled with Tou-yuck as a fiance,” you giggle at the absurd nickname and he shares a low chuckle too. “But...I don’t know, I mean I kinda expected you to sound more upset about it.”
“Don’t get me wrong, of course I'm pissed, man. But what the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t really argue my way out of this, and even if I did, it would be so awkward between our families since his dad and my parents work so closely at the HC. I don’t think there's any way to properly react to this,” you finish helplessly, biting your lip.
“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to throw rose petals and rice at him when he shoves me into the lockers after school,” Tenko says dryly, and you can’t help but scoff.
“As if. Y’know, maybe that actually is a silver lining in all this. If we get engaged or whatever during the school year he might just go easy on you if he knows we’re friends.”
“Hmm yeah, maybe we’ll hold hands and throw each other picnics too while we’re at it!” You can practically hear his eye roll over the phone. “Speaking of prince charming, what are you gonna wear when they come?”
Which brings you back to now.
T-minus 30 minutes until the Todorokis make their appearance through your front door.
As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, there was no mistaking the butterflies in your stomach. You had adorned a warm knee-length dress to match the snow outside yet still look cute, meticulously done your hair in an up-do with some strands framing your face and light makeup. Your goal wasn’t to impress anyone but rather show the best natural side of you so that if any part of you wasn’t satisfactory to what met the Todorokis’ eye, they could still back out.
You stand in front of the mirror and tilt your head slightly, assessing yourself. You look straight at your reflection and practice your bow. After feeling confident in your preparation, you decide to send a quick picture of yourself to Tenko to get his opinion.
6:40: Looks okay?
Not even two minutes later as you’re lacing up your flats does his notification pop up on your screen, and you smile at his punctuality.
Ten-ten: You look great.👍 Don’t freak out okay? It’s not like anyone’s opinion should matter, especially not Tou-yuck’s
6:45: Ugh, you’re right. Idk why I feel like I’m gonna throw up
6:46: Oh fuck I think I hear their car
Wait oh my god it's a limo wtf??
When your parents call you down to greet the guests, you toss your phone on the bed and hobble across the room to close your lights and door. You don’t see the three dots coming up and disappearing as Tenko Shimura deletes the message of ‘actually, you look beautiful’ after reading your answer.
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You frantically straighten out your dress and wipe your sweaty palms on your knees as you stand behind your parents when they open the door.
First comes in the big man himself, a towering build of brute force and a stoic aura surrounding his presence. His brows are furrowed, but he doesn’t look angry. Your father and Enji shake hands and clap each other on their backs as your family moves back to make space for the rest of the family to enter. A woman you assume to be Rei shakes off the snow from her shoes before stepping inside the threshold, and when you make eye contact and greet her she smiles demurely at you.
It warms your heart, much to your chagrin.
Then, all time seems to stop as you see his shadow step in before he does. Your heart skips a beat or two and the wind swirls around him, causing snowflakes to latch onto his figure and obscure his face for a moment.
But when he fully comes into view, it does nothing to calm your heart that seems to be slamming against your ribcage.
The white snowflakes blend into his porcelain-colored hair, which sticks out in little tufts although you could’ve sworn he had black hair at school…?. Dark purple patches cover underneath his eyes and the lower half of his face, along with small staples that seem to hold the skin up. However, his eyes are what captivate you the most, a bright turquoise that scrutinizes you under the glare of fluorescent lights.
You freeze like a deer in headlights, hesitating a fraction of a second before bowing hastily to make up for the pause. Touya scoffs slightly before barely tilting his head and averting his eyes to your mother, who is ushering the rest of the family inside to the living room. Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto follow after their eldest brother, all of them bowing more respectfully than the first sibling and giving you small smiles and waves.
You trail behind to close the door, wanting to stall as long as possible before the inevitable bonding. As you turn from shutting the dark mahogany, you catch your dad’s eyes as he turns as well and you blanch obviously- needless to say, he isn’t amused and sends you a warning glare.
Taking a deep breath in a poor attempt to still your nerves, you walk as gracefully as you can to the living room, one foot in front of the other. As expected, when you cross into the area all light conversation stops as you reach a seat in one of the white leather loveseats. You can acutely feel Rei and Enji’s eyes especially trained on you as they observe their future daughter-in-law and her mannerisms. Luckily, your parents have given you years of practice in public events on how to act like the perfect little lady.
Poised, calm, and collected, you recall the main attributes your parents had always said elders look for.
“Y/N, was it? I believe you and Touya go to the same school?” Rei speaks up after you settle comfortably, and you can’t help but notice that although their family is known for ice cold or burning hot quirks, her voice reminds you of a good medium between the two; it sounds like springtime, a transition itself.
You fidget uncomfortably before answering. “Yes ma'am, I think so. I might have seen him around the halls, and we may have had classes once or twice…” but you trail off as Touya coughs loudly, and rudely. He turns his head to look away from you not-so-subtly and the room temperature rises a few degrees as Endeavor’s mustache begins to flame. He glares at his son, but Touya stubbornly stares at the floor with an obvious scowl on his face.
Well fuck you, too, you think as your smile begins to strain.
Desperately, Fuyumi tries to fill in the silence by asking a follow up question.
“Um, Y/N, what are you studying? Touya’s trying to get officially licensed at school so he can skip internships and just head straight to dad’s agency after he graduates.”
“Well, since I don’t have a quirk I’m not doing any of the training courses, but my parents have some networks in the Hero Commision. Ultimately I decided to go into Department of Management and General Studies-”
“Wait, you don’t have a quirk?” Touya surprisingly bursts out, eyes bulging out of their sockets. His voice is deep and grating, as if he spent his early days being a chainsmoker.
“No, I don’t.” You say without missing a beat, increasingly getting a good feel of what type of person your fiance is and his possible superiority complex. “But as I was saying, even though I wasn’t born with a quirk I know I can succeed after my parents in aiding the Hero Commission and the annual galas. If I get licensed after graduation, I can kind of follow the same path as you in terms of skipping all the internships and stuff and get straight to work. Y’know, helping out in the foundations of future heroes is just as important as being an actual hero,” You say proudly as you stare straight at Touya.
Your parents and a majority of the Todorokis nod in agreement, and the only one who doesn’t seem to share the same values as you rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath.
After that nice little ice breaker and a couple of other meaningless conversations between the other siblings and you, your mother finally decides to call in for dinner.
You breathe out a sigh of relief and stand, your dress riding up your thighs for a moment as you get up. Out of the corner of your eye you see Touya glance momentarily at your slightly exposed legs before sliding up your body and finally meeting your eyes. He catches you staring and gives you a knowing smirk. Your face lights on fire and you look around to make sure no one is watching before you flip him the bird.
He actually laughs, and you grimace as the butterflies in your stomach come back to life and travel up your throat.
Natsuo turns around curiously to see the source of his brother’s rare gravely laugh. When he sees you both emerging out of the room at the same time, he flashes you a lopsided grin, very much akin to his brother’s.
You shake your head, trying to quell the rising smile on your face as you take a seat at the marble table. Everyone finds their own chair, and much to your surprise Touya takes one right across from you. Whether or not it's a coincidence, you don’t want to get your hopes up.
Chatter resumes as both sets of parents talk about recent hero news and the missions funded by the headquarters. Shoto and Fuyumi ladle takoyaki and ramen into their bowls while Touya picks at the miniscule helping of the other assortments and kaiseki on his glass plate. You decide to wait until everyone has finished taking food until you start digging in just to be polite, a fact that Natsuo pipes up on.
“You don’t have to wait for us to finish y’know, we’ll just end up keep waiting on each other out of guilt.” he says kindly.
“Oh, no worries. I just wanted to make sure you guys took enough-” but you’re cut off for the second time that evening by the same person, and it takes every ounce of self restraint you have not to dump the ramen bowl on his white hair.
“Yeah, I mean we already know you’re so uptight, no need to shove it in our faces,” Touya rumbles and Natsuo swats his arm as he glances at you apologetically.
“Sorry about him, he’s got a warped sense of humor.”
“It’s fine, I get it. Some people just think they’re better ‘cuz of unseen reasons,even with lame quirks,” you snipe and you hear Shoto subtly snort into his cup.
Touya’s nostrils flare and his forearm erupts in light blue flames. Endeavor and your parents are staring at you both, and it's not just his flames that warms your face.
But Fuyumi, along with her ice quirk, seems to know just how to cool everyone down again.
“Y/N, have you ever helped your parents out in any of the HC events?” she takes your hand in hers, and even though you expect cold palms, all you feel radiating off of her is warmth. She seemed to be saying I’m sorry about him.
So for the time being, you decid to grit your teeth and bear it. It’s not like your parents were even pretending to care about his shitty attitude either, so why should you give in any more?
“Yes, I have actually. A couple of months ago my parents were the sponsors of the annual Hero Gala, and I was the one who sent out the invitations to all the heroes and ensured their attendance. I even got to invite Gran Torino!” You can’t help but say animatedly-no matter how juvenile your excitement is, being in contact with pro-heroes was always exhilarating and nerve-wrecking.
Hench the massive pools of sweat gathering under your armpits.
And finally the youngest speaks up.
“So out of all the heroes you’ve talked to or helped, which one’s your favorite?”
“Uhhh probably Midnight, she's just so badass...and I won’t lie, she's pretty hot too,” you blush and Natuso whoops at the flush in your cheeks. Fuyumi laughs and agrees wholeheartedly, and even Shoto lets out a small smile Touya continues to pick at his sashimi as if no one had spoken.
You marveled at how at home the Todoroki siblings make you feel, even in your own house. They went well together, and fill in the gaps where the other lacked.
Too bad the same couldn’t be said for the one you were destined to marry.
Nevertheless, the rest of the evening went by without any more mishaps or interruptions, thankfully. You and Rei had a couple of conversations too, about school and winter and what you liked to do in your free time. Even Enji spared a minute, but it wasn’t so much of a conversation as it was just a gruff ‘I hear from your father that you’re doing well in school. I might hire you at my agency if you surpass the other students’, and a meek ‘yessir, I’ll try my hardest’ from you.
When it was time to leave, you hugged Fuyumi and shook Natuso and Shoto’s hands along with giving proper bows to Rei and Enji. Only Touya was left, and you’d be damned if you made the first move of civility towards him. You settled for a little bow, peering up at him through your lashes. He mimicked the same motion he did when he first entered, a pathetic little head tilt that you assumed to be the world's worst impersonation of a bow.
But his eyes never left yours, and you couldn’t decipher the unreadable emotion swirling in his blue orbs as he watched your figure bend and lift again. Whatever it was, it didn’t exactly scream proper from the way he allowed his gaze to drop to your chest and thighs not-so-subtly. You shot him a glare and he met you with a sneer before whirling around to bid farewell to your parents.
When the door finally shuts, your parents let out a sigh of relief and turn to you.
“Well, what did you think? Wasn’t their family darling? Oh and Touya was so easy on the eyes too, I don’t think you’ll have any problems getting along with each other,” Your mother babbles incessantly, completely oblivious to you gawking at her.
Is she serious? He acted like a total douche to me all night!
“I agree with your mother. He seems like a solid young man and I know for a fact he’ll make a great husband. Now, Enji gave me Touya’s number and I gave him yours, so you should expect a text from Touya soon. It’s just a formality to overcome, and in addition I want you to let him know we were glad to host him and his family.” Your dad raises his eyebrows expectantly, and you groan, slapping a hand to your face.
“Okay sure, whatever.” Your dad pulls out his phone and you watch glumly as he texts the number to you.
“I’ll text him later, ‘gotta talk to Ten first,” you mutter as you begin bounding up the stairs.
“No Y/N, you’ll do it now. Otherwise, no talking to Tenko. You need to start putting your fiance first instead of any other man.”
You grit your teeth to prevent screaming and make a show of spinning on your heel to face your dad. Smashing your thumbs against the screen, you tap out a curt ‘Hey, this is Y/N. I got your number from my dad, just wanted to say thanks for coming over tonight.’
Oh yeah. Tenko better not have any plans tonight, ‘cuz boy is he gonna get an earful of this evening’s events.
*********
Ping
Touya’s phone buzzes in his hand, and the screen lights up the dark interior of the limo. He squints at the notification, and after seeing your name he scoffs disbelievingly.
“Is it her?” Fuyumi asks excitedly.
“Jesus, keep your fucking voice down, are you trying to announce it to mom?” Touya hisses, and rolls his eyes at his sister’s pout.
All his siblings start clamoring over their seatbelts and each other’s shoes as they try to grab his phone to read the message he received, and it's all Touya can do to curse and ward them off by waving an inflamed arm towards their outreached grubby hands (thankfully Fuyumi easily distinguished his flames with a flick of her wrist, with a rather annoyed look on her face).
By the time the Todorokis reach their house it's late and everyone stumbles inside, eager for warmth and a good shower.
But not Touya.
As soon as the limo is parked he slips off the driveway and trudges off the stone path to his own destination, quickly shooting his friend a text.
“Touya?” he hears his brother calling to him from the lit up path of the driveway. “You comin’ or what?”
“No, I’ll be back in a bit. Just tell them I went to sleep early or something, and don’t let anyone in my room while I’m gone,” Touya mutters.
Natsuo wrinkles his nose and stuffs his hands in his pockets, countering the defensive look the latter was giving.
“...bring me back a cig?”
“Hell no, go the fuck inside, its freezing out here.” Touya snickers, and both boys laugh before heading off in their own ways.
It takes Touya approximately 15 minutes to slink in and out of the shadows to reach the abandoned bar that resides outside the main city. He kicks a broken beer bottle out of the entrance and checks in the dark for a lack of presence before reaching behind the bar counter and fishing around the platform for-
Bingo
He omits a tiny blue spark out of his index finger as he slides into a barstool and lights the cigarette. Taking a long drag of the substance, he tilts his head back and closes his eyes as he exhales the fumes into the empty darkness.
“Goddamn, just ‘cuz you’re immune to fire doesn’t mean we all are Touya,” a suave voice emerges from behind the counter.
Not so empty after all, then.
A dim light switches on and Touya squints to locate the source of the familiar sound. Red fills his vision as his friend’s wings spread, and he zooms in on the roguishly handsome face belonging to Keigo Takami.
AKA Hawks.
The blond makes an obnoxious show of coughing and waving the smoke away, and Touya merely takes another long puff just to blow it into Keigo’s face again.
“So, how’d it go?” He asks, using his wings to wave the offensive fumes away from his pretty face.
Touya shrugs and folds his arms on the counter, letting his head nestle on the cool granite. He closes his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of questions that was bound to come his way any minute.
“Oh come on, don’t give me that bull, man. She can’t have been that bad right?”
“Her parents work for the HC. Maybe you should marry her instead,” Dabi shoots his friend a dark look and Keigo raises his hands in a guilty gesture. It was no secret that aside from their incognito vandalism and delinquency, the winged boy had plans to become a great hero at the heart of the HC itself.
“Yeah well, regardless of who seals the deal, either way that’s another good, ah, network for me to know.” He snickers and Touya lazily thrusts a flaming hand at his head, which Keigo easily dodges.
“This is serious man. I don’t wanna be some fucking homebody and raise a bunch of little shits along with having some bitch up my ass all the time.”
“Is she hot at least?” Keigo presses, and Touya feels his eye twitch as his patience wears thinner by each word coming out of his mouth.
“The fuck’s that got to do with any-? I mean, she was alright I guess, not too hard on the eyes…” he thinks for a moment before admitting, “she had sexy thighs, that's for sure. And an okay body overall.”
Keigo whoops and claps Touya on the back, both of them grinning like madmen now.
“That’s what I’m talking about, see now you’re getting the idea.”
“And what’s that?” Touya turns to him fully now, intrigued as to how this could be for his benefit.
“Look, you said she’s not too bad right? So that basically means you got full ownership of some hot chick, and you get to have full access to any records or information you want if she’s joined to the hip with some HC pawns.” The avian’s gold eyes flash and narrow as he thinks it over more.
“This is a win win for you either way, and hey, if you make the missus your little bitch then maybe I get to reap some rewards too, huh?” He elbows Touya playfully.
“Yeah...yeah that’s not a bad way of looking at it now that you mention it,” Keigo can practically see the gears turning in his friend’s head as he whips out his own phone.
“What was her name again by the way? I just wanna see my dear sister-in-laws’ thighs myself,” He sneers as Touya quirks up the corners of his lip.
“F/N? F/N L/N I think. God, she even texted me like, 10 minutes after we left. So fucking desperate,” Touya chuckles as he shows Keigo the message you sent.
The blond’s wings ruffle behind him as he glances at Touya’s phone before thumbing through his own, checking each social media platform for any of your accounts. After a couple of seconds his eyes widen and he positively leers at the screen before shoving the device in the latter’s face.
“Holy shit, I know this girl! Dude, you do too, we had like three classes with her before. I’m pretty sure she runs around with Rumi too. She’s uber smart, you had me thinking she’s some bimbo bitch, man. Oh, and she’s friends with Tenko by the way, just a lil’ heads up.”
At the mention of the scrawny boy’s name, Touya snatches the phone from Keigo’s fingers and holds it mere inches away from his eyes so he could scan every part of you.
“Tenko? Tenko Shimura? No fucking way, that guy’s a total tool. The hell is she doing hanging out with him?”
“No idea, but I mean I’ve seen her hanging out with some other girls in the general department, so it’s not like she only knows him. Why, you’re not getting all protective and hubby-like on her already, right?” Keigo says slyly, thoroughly drinking in the way Touya’s eyes darken and his jaw clenches at such a blasphemic notion. It was so much fun to rile him up and not have to deal with the aftermath of his brash actions.
“Fuck no. I just don’t want to be associated with a bitch who hangs around with pussies all day.”
“Mm, yeah, I don’t think I could fuck with you either if he became some kind of sister-wife to you.”
********
Winter started to seep into spring, the transition being made evident by the arrival of cherry blossom trees blooming across the campus. New clothes were bought, markers and highlighters upgraded to reflect the new bright outside weather, and the students themselves were giddy to see each other after their winter break.
You donned your white school uniform and fixed your tie in the mirror, opting to leave your hair down for the first day back.
Ping
Your phone’s screen lit up from the bed, and you grabbed it while slinging your bag over your shoulder.
Ten-ten: I’m outside, bring me a bagel if you can. Dad was being an asshole so I skipped breakfast
8:20: Gotcha, I’ll be out in 5
Thundering downstairs, you absentmindedly noted your parents’ absence as usual, your pre-made breakfast on the table (courtesy of the MIA mother and father).
Making a quick scan as to what you could quickly scarf down and what you could bring for Tenko, you decided to drink a glass of orange juice and bring a yogurt for yourself, as well as a large cinnamon bagel and a banana for him.
Opening your front door always brought in the multicolored rays of the horizon that was one of your sole motivations of waking up early. You weren’t disappointed as you stepped onto your porch and breathed in the crisp morning air, the sakura leaves falling softly onto the ground. Pink and purple stripes fanned across the sky, the trees gently swaying with the breeze. At the end of your driveway stood your lanky best friend, his sickly green and grey skin standing out almost offensively against the beautiful morning scene. His long, spindly fingers raised up and wiggled slightly in a poor imitation of a wave as he saw you coming towards him. His school uniform looked a tad bit too big on his thin, frail bones that were scarcely covered by stretched out, scratched-beyond-belief skin. His indicolite hair fell across his face in scraggly waves, effectively covering his vermillion, beady eyes.
You had never been so comforted by anyone else’s sight before.
As you reached him, you tossed him the large bagel and he helped your overbearing food load by taking the banana stem from your teeth and holding it in his own large hands, one pinky outstretched.
“You ready to go back?” You asked as you both began walking towards your school, which was a mere 15 minutes away from your house.
“Hell no,” he scoffed before tearing a large chunk out of the bagel. “Mmfh, thanks for the bagel-”
“-don’t talk with your mouth full-”
“-but nah, I’m not ready for Vlad King’s excessive droning about HC paperwork. ``Stuff's a bore honestly, I wanna take more actual work studies time out.”
“Oh yeah, you were saying earlier that your dad was gonna let you work with him at his business, right?”
“Yeah he did. But, to be honest, I don’t really know what's worse- Vlad’s lectures or my dads’.”
You swat his arm with a disapproving look as he laughs at your disdain.
“Ten, he loves you okay?” You begin softly as you furrow your brows and look at the ground in contemplation. “He just...doesn’t know how to show you. He’s just scared you’ll end up like your grandm-”
“Yeah okay, okay, I get it!” He yelps uncomfortably. Hearing any praise or defense for his father always put him in a tough spot since he didn’t want to accept the very hard fact that his dad did in fact love him-even if it was shown in weird ways.
The two of you eventually reached the grand school, the front blue and golden themes coming into view as you rounded the corner and walked through the gates of the campus.
It was a nice sight to see everyone again; kids younger and older than you laughing and shoving friends around, students sitting on the school walls, and teachers lounging around the classes with the occasional “Get to class!”
Tenko and you walk through the halls, navigating the way to your new classes and assessing each other’s schedules when you hear, “Hey, Y/N!”
You turn and see some of your other friends, Rumi Mirko, Moe Kamiji, and Yu Takeyama approaching you with grins on their faces.
Mirko waves her own peach colored schedule in her hand as she says, “Alright L/N, hand it over- I need to see which hunks you got in your classes.”
You smirk before giving your own witty reply. “Apart from you? I think the bar’s been set too high, hun.”
You playfully tug one of her ears and she squeals before chasing you in circles around your small group. Your jerky running causes Kamiji to bump into Tenko’s slender frame, and he lets out a little “oof!” before wincing and rubbing his sore arm.
“Ohmygod, I’m so sorry Tenko!”
“No worries, it’s cool.”
“Hey, Tenko, I wanna see your schedule for a sec’,” Takeyama says slyly, fluttering her lashes at him before snatching his paper. “‘Gotta see if I got lucky this semester to finally have such a cutie like you in one of my classes,” She feigns a swoon at the poor boy, his face growing a violent shade of red as he commences his hemming and hawing.
“No she’s actually right though! I wanna see which classes I have to put in extra effort in not to fail if I’m ogling at this absolute sex god for the entirety of the period,” Mirko stops chasing you long enough to peer over Takeyama’s shoulder at his paper, and Tenko finally gives in his self restraint in a moment of vigorous neck-scratching relief.
You shake your head in disbelief before absentmindedly pulling his hand away from his suffering neck, and Tenko doesn’t make a move to stop you.
“Okay, enough already, leave this poor ‘sex god’ alone, your guys’s cleavage is gonna send him into cardiac arrest alone without the horny dialogue.” You say exasperatedly, and the victim himself flashes you a grateful look out of the corner of his eye.
All three girls give you both nasty grins before making a fake show of ripping open each other's shirt buttons and feeling their sides up with lewd moans.
Just to play along and to spare Tenko’s sputtering and massively sweating self the embarrassment, you cover his eyes with a hand and shoot the girls a dirty yet humorous look.
“Alright then, miss high and mighty, were you lucky enough to have your homeroom with Cupid over here?” Mirko asks, Kamiji and Takeyama nodding eagerly behind her.
“I was, actually. Did you get anyone worth the look?” You say, beaming at a very sweaty Tenko.
“No,” She pouted, her large ears dropping visibly. “But I really wish I could’ve gotten…” and she trails off as her focus narrows on something behind her, her nose twitching in excitement as her face morphs into a sultry expression. You, along with everyone else, turn to see what captured Mirko’s attention.
“Speak of the devil,” she mutters, nudging you and the other entranced girls.
And there he is in all his glory. One of the school’s most notorious playboys, Hawks himself-he spots your little reunion, and saunters his way past the sea of kids who part their way to make room for his highness. His blond hair glows in the early morning light, reflecting the golden and brown streaks that embed themselves through his locks. His teeth gleam a blinding white as he smiles at Mirko, coming up behind her (to her utter satisfaction).
But it's not Hawks that makes your heart pound.
It's his black haired buddy that you became betrothed to not too long ago that makes the butterflies in your stomach come alive again.
He has a bored, brooding look on his face as him and Hawks approach your group. His hands are in his pockets and his body language is so sluggish and lazy that you’d think he has a million other places to be at 8:45 in the morning. In fact, the only indication you get that he sees you is when his icy eyes flit over to yours or rather, your body, and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow.
I wonder if his family knows he dyes his hair at school? Or, when does he actually have the time to do that?
You snap your focus away from him, saving yourself the embarrassment of gawking at him before looking at the spectacle Hawks and Mirko were proudly showing off.
He circled his arms around her shoulders and neck, resting his head against her soft skin. She giggles and swats his other straying hand away from underneath her skirt while the rest of you roll your eyes in disgust as Mirko croons, “I didn’t hear back from you for a while, you had me worried for a moment there hot stuff.”
Hawks’s velvety words cut through the air like butter, his voice dropping a few octaves when he chuckles into her neck.
“Sorry about that babe, ‘was training pretty hard for some time, got distracted and all that. But you’re up for next weekend, yeah?”
It’s enough to placate the eager bunny and make you and Tenko gag internally for the meantime. “Mmm, only if you call me tonight,” she nuzzles into his hair. It was no secret (evidently) that the two were fucking, his smooth voice and sauve personality miraculously calming the eccentric and bold girl down. You didn’t come in contact with Hawks a lot, but you did unfortunately hear about his stamina from your girlfriend and see the way he undressed other girls in the hallways solely with his eyes enough to know that he wasn’t someone you wanted to spend your heart and time on.
Which is why you did a double take when you realized his honey colored orbs settled on you.
“L/N, right? How’ve you been?” His lids were lowered, the corners of his lips pulled up.
You stutter a moment before answering lamely, “Uh, I-I’ve been good, thanks.”
But it seems like he was more than overjoyed with your response from the way his smile widened and he lifted his head from Rumi’s neck to see you more clearly.
“Yeah? Make any new friends over the break? Maybe got yourself a little boyfriend?” Hawks turns his gaze ever so slightly to his left, and you follow his eyes as they also land on Touya.
You swallow thickly as you feel heat crawl up your neck to your face, your palms feeling slick as you register his meaning.
He knows.
And Tenko knows it too, from the way he side-eyes you concernedly, but staying silent (probably for his own sake, which was valid). Your “boyfriend” snarls quietly at Hawks, his balled fists turning a bright blue as they begin to heat up, much to the instigator’s amusement. Touya never makes eye contact with you throughout the whole exchange, though.
“Whaaatttt?” Kamiiji, Mirko, and Takeyama squeal obnoxiously, evidently intrigued at the notion of you being involved with a mystery man. “No fucking way, who is it?”
“Well-he- I mean, my parents kinda set us up…” You stammer mortified, caught between telling the truth or not. It was obvious Touya hadn’t told anyone apart from his closest friend, otherwise Rumi would have for sure found out through Hawks with Touya’s permission.
You wish you didn’t feel your heart drop a little at the thought of Touya so obviously wanting to keep your relationship with him under wraps. Were you really so embarrassing to be associated with?
But you’re saved from your internal battle when Tenko pipes up at his own expense.
Thank god.
“It doesn’t matter, it's not like they’re married or whatever-”
Yet. At least it's part of the truth.
“-come on Y/N, we should head to class,” Tenko looks at you meaningfully, and wanting to head out of the limelight before-
“Ahh, Shimura! Almost didn’t notice you there, buddy. You’re so quiet, it's easy to forget you’re there, y’know?” Hawks says gleefully as he throws an arm around the anxious boy’s boney shoulders and flashes a knowing smile at Touya, who mirrors Hawks’ saccharin expression.
Tenko refuses to rise to the backhanded comment, opting to nervously scratch his neck and you quickly pinch your fingers to avoid reaching out and pushing the ravaging hand away and nodding his head weakly.
Touya comes on his opposite side, also wrapping a patched arm around Tenko’s other side so that the poor victim is trapped between the two bloodthirsty boys. They start steering him away from the group, and you stand there, trying to decide to butt in or join the oblivious girls who start making their way to class, chattering amongst themselves.
Your dad’s words come back to you.
You need to start putting your fiance before other men, Y/N.
Fine.
This is going to be killing two birds with one stone anyways. You technically were going to be putting Touya first by letting him know what you did or didn’t like. The start of your rocky relationship had to have foundations on some form of do’s and don'ts for either of you, right?
And so, taking a deep breath, you march a couple meters up to the three boys, hearing sickening phrases of “grease-stain”, and “worthless little piece of shit, since when did you talk to girls?”, gently take an empty space of your friend’s shoulder that isn’t preoccupied by either tan or patched arm, and pull him around so that he’s facing you.
Unfortunately, you didn’t think to account for the other two who would no doubt keep an iron-grip on Tenko, so you’re left holding onto him while Touya and Hawks are staring disbelievingly and amused at you respectively.
“Tenko and I have to go to class,” you say quietly yet firmly as you ignore the spindly boy’s gaping at your audacity. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call him a grease-stain, or anything otherwise offensive.”
You continue, mustering the last of your bravery as you finally address your fiance, or whatever the hell he was to you at this moment.
“Look, Touya, it’s obvious Hawks knows, and I told Tenko too. I won’t tell anyone else, though, if you’re not comfortable with it. But I want you to please start respecting my friends, and in return me as well if we’re gonna be engaged.” It’s so hard to maintain eye contact with him while his blown-wide, furious blue oceans are burning holes into your face.
“You little bitch,” Touya starts on you to your utter dismay, but Hawks hold an arm out to prevent him from advancing on you any further. Even Tenko moves slightly in front of you to shield you from harm, a move that doesn’t go unnoticed, but rather, adds to Touya’s irate state.
In fact, if he didn’t realize, or didn't want to acknowledge your kinsmanship with Tenko, he certainly had to now.
Because not only does Tenko move in front of you, but the second Touya falters he takes the opportunity to propel you forward, covering almost 3 feet’s worth of a distance in one stride as he pushes you away from both men and down the hall, blindly following the signs to land the two of you in your designated homeroom. It all happens so suddenly with your surroundings flashing by you from Tenko’s sheer speed that you almost get whiplash as he continues to push you through the entrance of the class, and right into the first empty seat he sees towards the back of the room.
He pants slightly for a minute, staring down at your seated form intensely before sitting in the empty seat right in front of you. As he pulls in the chair, you finally speak in a mix of frustration and gratitude.
“Ten, I had it covered! You didn’t have to do that, Hawks had him too, it wasn’t like he was gonna-”
“No, you don’t understand Y/N. They’re messed up in the head, they would do something fucked up, and the worst part is they wouldn’t even care if it was in the open. Hell, you’re his-”
He whips his head around before whispering the rest to you.
“-his fiance, and look how he reacted! He’s dangerous Y/N, you need to be more careful-”
“Tenko, I’m not gonna be scared of the dude I’m engaged to,” you roll your eyes. “Okay sure, he’s a complete asshole to you and me, but he’s got too much to lose to actually do something real.”
But the rattled boy wasn’t convinced as he shook his head at your naivety. It wouldn’t do to tell you about all the times they used their quirk on him, having years of training before he did, essentially rendering him useless to fight back or stand up for himself. He didn’t think you’d believe him if he told you that merely a week ago they got in contact with some friends involved with the Yakuza to beat him into a pulp on his way home from school, simply because it made them laugh, it made them happy. And he certainly didn’t want you to have any fights with your beloved fiance because of the way they would push him down onto the gravel behind school after quirk training sessions, use their feathers and fire to burn and rip his clothes apart, and heat up the bigger rocks on the ground until they were burning coals as vermillion feathers aided in throwing the small missiles at him. He would come home in burns, bruises, and cuts that were easy to excuse from the similar treatment he got from his father.
That’s one of the only good things about his father, in hindsight. He built up Tenko’s immunity to these things, simply teaching him that these were the ways of life. You either eat, or get eaten.
So no, it wouldn’t do well to tell Y/N any of these things.
The bell rang, pulling you both from your back-and-forth arguing into a silent state along with the rest of the class. Your teacher, Vlad King, enters the room and almost fills up the doorway as he makes his way to the blackboard.
“Good morning class. I hope you all had a relaxing winter break-but not too relaxing, as I expect you all should’ve reviewed last semester’s notes.” He looks pointedly around the room, the class filled with a mixture of scoffs, laughter, and groans.
You and Tenko share an exhausted smile and simultaneously roll your eyes at your teacher’s academic reach.
“But, there is one announcement I’d like to make before we start today’s lesson. Due to some parents feeling as though their kids aren’t receiving enough variety in terms of quirk training and the business side, along with the logistics of the hero world, me and a few other teachers have agreed to switching out some students after a period of time to experience the other classes, and the materials that go along with them.”
“So, because of this change, we will be receiving some new students in our class today, as well as taking some out. But fear not! You will still have the same lunches as your friends and be able to see them in between classes.” He walks over to the door while talking, and you raise your eyebrows at Tenko. He shrugs as well, similarly clueless as to what your teacher meant.
But you needn’t be confused any longer, because when he turns the door handle and opens the door, a slew of students trickled in.
And much to your utter horror, Hawks and Touya saunter in as well.
Your eyes widen and instinctively you slouch in your seat trying to make yourself unnoticeable and smaller. You see Tenko stiffen as well, the tips of his ears turning bright red.
The scratching commences, too, and you quickly kick a leg out to meet the side of his chair to deter him from it.
From the front of the classroom, all the students that were switching into your room are lined up, ready to introduce themselves.
They all go, one by one, and as meaningless names float in and out of your attention, you risk a look at the two who had you practically shaking in your seat.
You wished you hadn’t.
Thing One and Thing Two were looking straight at you, your slouching proving to be unfruitful. Thing One was smugly looking at you, taking his sweet time for his eyes to note your hair, clothes, demeanor, and lingering in some places that were less than appropriate. Thing Two was glaring at you, gaze narrowed as his hands were stuffed in his pockets and by no doubt did you think he had taken your words from earlier with appreciation.
It was too early. You didn’t want to hear what they had to say about your little speech so soon, especially when you saw how Touya took your words as an insult rather than an attempt to understand you and improve your relationship with him.
Finally, it was their turn to introduce themselves to the class.
“Hey, guys. You can just call me Hawks, no need for formalities,” the blond shrugs casually, seeing Vald King’s unimpressed expression and giving him a charming smile. You hear a couple of girls fake screaming his name as he introduces himself, and Hawks flashes a round of winks and finger guns at his fangirls, much to your disgust.
“The name’s Dabi,” and your attention is turned to him once again. His voice is gruff, yet clear, and as charming of an aura Hawks gave off with the noises of various swoons, your fiance’s introduction prompts nothing but a deadly silent classroom, the occasional paper-turning and small murmurs echoing throughout the room.
Tenko turns slightly in his seat to you and gives you another meaningful look. You both knew what each other were thinking.
That’s right, he goes by the name Dabi here. I shouldn’t risk calling him by his real name around others, he might get upset at the informality.
The rest of the students chime in with their names, and finally your teacher claps his hands, gathering your attention back to him.
“Alright everyone, now that you all know the new students, say goodbye to your transitioning classmates and wish them luck in their new classes. Hajime, Setsuna, Tenko, and Kai, please pack your belongings and report to class 3-A.”
You whip your head around in horror at Tenko who has gone stock still. The boy behind you, Setsuna, starts packing his things and grumbling under his breath. Tenko slowly begins to put his binders and pencils in his bag, not having the courage to look at your helpless expression.
You feel like you were being thrown to the dogs, a piece of meat ready to be torn apart and ripped to shreds.
Vlad King notices Tenko’s dawdling, and barks out “Hurry it up Shimura, we don’t have all day and these students need seats!”
At this, both Hawks and Dabi’s heads turn to the both of you, and if they hadn’t noticed the disposition of you both, they damn well did now. You see Dabi’s eyes trail to something behind you and the corners of his mouth quirk up a bit.
Setsuna gets up from his seat behind yours, and passes to the front of the class along with the rest of the stragglers.
Oh, fuck. Please don’t let them sit here, please please ple-
But it seems that you had previous karma to atone for, because the moment you start praying, both boys start making their way towards you. You shrink even lower in your seat, wishing desperately that you had brought a hoodie to wear to at least cover your face from this torture.
It was only when Tenko finally packed his things and stood up at the side of his seat in front of you that Dabi and Hawks stopped stalking towards the seats that sandwiched you. He blocks their path and predatory looks, giving you a second’s reprieve of sheer panic. There is a tense moment where Dabi stands directly in front of Tenko, sizing him up and looking him down. You vaguely hear Ten murmur something to him, and Dabi lets out a loud scoff, elbowing the thin boy out of his way.
You half rise out of your seat, naturally wanting to intervene as Tenko winces and grips his wounded side, but he quickly looks over his shoulder and shakes his head minutely, as if warning you to stay put. In the midst of you standing up however, Dabi moves forward, leaving you face to face with him.
For the second time that day, you were in very close proximity to him, much to your discomfort. His blue eyes scorch your soul, much like the small blue flames emitting from the sides of his forearms. He narrows his gaze at you and stares at you until you relent and slowly sit back down. You can feel his eyes still on your form as he halfway circles around you and sits in the empty seat behind you. Hawks watches all of this in great amusement, and winks at you as he usurps Tenko’s seat in front of you.
That’s just fucking great.
Your fate is sealed as you look at the front of the room and watch Tenko give you a worried look as he’s ushered outside in the wave of kids exiting the room. The door slams shut as Vlad King closes it behind him, and the class is noticeably quieter as the lesson starts, some boring shit about submitting paperwork on time in an office setting and how to deal with setbacks.
You try to focus as much as you can, but it's hard to ignore the way the back of your desk leg is being repeatedly slammed against any time Vlad King raises his voice, so the sound is muted to everyone but you. You grit your teeth and grip your pencil harder, almost breaking the lead when almost two minutes later you smell singed hair.
And singed hair it was, all yours in fact as you frantically gather your hair in your hands and see burnt stands breaking off in your trembling fingers. In complete fury now, you whip around and harshly whisper, “Can you please stop-”
“You got some fuckin’ nerve, you know that? Hangin’ out with that freak, and then defending him-especially in front of me. As if that’s not bad enough, you got the balls to ignore me when you owe me an apology.”
You gape at him and even let out a little disbelieving laugh at his words. He said you had some nerve when he’s the one asking for an apology?
“Apologize for what, exactly? Stopping you from harassing Tenko and calling him offensive names?”
His eyes widen mockingly, his eyebrows raised as the staples around his mouth tremble in his effort to not burst out laughing at your indignation.
“I’m not harassing him. He should be glad we’re even approaching him, we’re like the closest things to friends he has. Why do you think he only hangs with you? It’s ‘cause you're the only braindead idiot in this school who doesn’t realize what a creep he is. And as for the ‘offensive names’, it can’t be offensive if it's true. He is a f-”
Your ears start ringing as you feel like he’s pushing you past your breaking point. You can’t bear to hear any more slander against one of your closest friends, but as you try to whip around to face the front Dabi quickly catches onto one of your wrists, preventing you from turning away from him any more. His staples holding his scarred sin together dig into your flesh, and you quietly whimper in pain as you try to wrench your hand free.
He simply tightens his grip and jerks you forward, causing you to practically fall out of your seat as he leans in close.
“Don’t try to move away from me, Y/N. You were practically thrown at me, and that means you’ll do whatever the fuck I want, when I want.”
You look up at him with glassy eyes, hair messily covering your face from the rough treatment. He looks almost thoughtful, the closest thing to a soft emotion you’ve seen from him yet as he brushes the hair from out of your face and behind your ear.
“And right now, your fiance wants you to stop hanging out with Shimura. Permanently.”
**********
It’s less of a school bell and more like a trumpet from heaven when the indication of the class ending rings throughout the school. You had already packed your bag almost 10 minutes before the bell rang, not wanting to waste a second of the opportunity to make a mad dash away from Dabi.
But you needn’t worry, because while you were practically sprinting down the halls looking for Tenko’s class, Dabi and Hawks were leisurely taking their sweet time packing up their bags, which were a little too light for anything deemed studious.
Hawks chuckles after your form stumbled out of the classroom. “What’s gotten into her? Scared her off already?”
“Something like that,” Dabi scoffs humourlessly. “ I just told her to stop fuckin’ around with Shimura.”
“Man, and here I thought we were gonna take it easy on her for her first day.” Hawks tuts, shaking his head mockingly so that his blond locks fall handsomely around his face. “You’re breaking her in like a dog, Dabi.”
But Dabi could care less about the timing of your inevitable breaking. He shoulders his bag and runs a hand through his hair, careful enough not to dislodge the black dye.
They both walk out of the room to the next class, Hawks sending random girls an appreciative up-down look that lead to eruptions of teasing giggles along the halls. “Regardless of how or when I break her-which, by the way, is gonna happen hard ‘cause there’s no fuckin’ way I’m putting up with her bitchy attitude-I’m not gonna let that walking mistake hang out with her anymore. He’s dead weight to anyone, and it’s so embarrassing to see how big of a boner he gets when she looks at him.”
“That's the spirit,” Hawks clapped him on the back, steering him around the corner to their next class.
“By the way man, you know we have lunch with her too, right?”
**********
“And then he burned my hair!” You cry indignantly, folding your arms and leaning against the wall next to Tenko who was waiting in line for mediocre cafeteria food.
“See? I told you, he’s dangerous. Him and Hawks both have a messed up sense of humor, and they have no shame in it either. You need to be more careful around them Y/N, don’t piss Dabi off especially, please.” He murmurs, looking at you through his bluish white bangs. You pick up a banana and plop it onto his green tray, causing him to whine about ‘NPC’s poisoning the crappy facility food’. Whatever that meant.
“It’s healthy, you need it,” you shoot him a disapproving glare and pointedly lift one of his free spindly arms, gesturing to the lack of meat on his skin.
“Okay mom,” he sneers as you pluck a Twinkie from his tray and transfer it to yours with an innocent smile as you do so.
You both reach the end of the line and you wait as Tenko checks out. Looking around, it seems like the cafeteria is filled, so you elect to eat outside on one of the benches.
“But, anyways,” you continue your conversation from earlier, “is that how they always are? How do you deal with it?”
“Well, usually if you try to stay out of their way and just do as they do, both of ‘em will leave you alone.” He says uncomfortably, opening the courtyard doors for you with nine fingers as you quickly hold his tray to minimize the effort.
“I usually try to think of them as the boss battle. If you avoid them, you’ll have a peaceful day. But if you try picking a fight with them, then you’ll take massive damage.” He shudders as flashbacks of burning rocks pelting his skin and ripped clothes enter his vision.
You scan the area looking for a quiet place to sit among the pink ground littered with cherry blossom petals, and find relief when you see Rumi, Takeyama and Kamiji scattered around a bench on the farthest side of the building. You call out for them and all three of them simultaneously turn and wave excitedly at you to come over.
The grass feels lush and soft under your feet as the sakura petals swirl around you both as you cross the school grounds. You got lucky eating outside with this weather, and you internally want to make it a habit to come outside if the skies stay clear and blue like today’s.
“Hey you two! Lucky you both are in our lunches too, huh?” Rumi smiles wide as Takeyama tosses you a cherry Ramune. Kamiji scooches over on top of the wooden table to make room for you to sit as Tenko takes a place on the seat itself.
“Yeah, we didn’t have you all last year so I’m glad your schedules coincide with ours. How was class?” You press down on the little ball at the top of your Ramune lid and watch as it drops and fizzles in the substance. Tenko eyes it with interest, so you pass it his way and watch amusedly as he snaps open the top and practically chugs the whole thing in one go, precariously holding a finger out while he does so.
“Ugh, don’t get me started. Midnight’s tits were bouncing in my face the whole time, I couldn’t keep my eyes on my paper.” Takeyama swats Rumi’s white ears as Kamiji bursts out laughing.
“God, you’re so vile. But I can’t lie, she definitely improved her fit from last year.” Yuu says with a snort.
“She’s such a badass, I’d totally ask her hand in marriage if I wasn’t getting saddled with-” But you freeze mid-sentence, face heating up as you catch your mistake.
Tenko chokes on the drink, the girls squealing in disgust as Ramune spews out of his nostrils. You stammer, trying to cover up your tracks but there’s no need to as the focal point of the conversation turns to something behind you.
“Oh my god, what are they doing here?” Kamiji whispers in awe.
You whip your head around, and for the third time that day, your heart sinks to your ass.
**********
“Where is she, anyways? I don’t see her in here,” Dabi tries to ask disinterestedly as he casually sweeps his eyes around the crowded hall.
“Ahhh, the pining begins, I see. Don’t worry, Rumi has the same lunch with us, so my best guess is she’s with her.” Hawks chomps on a piece of chicken, somehow managing not to spill any teriyaki sauce on his jacket.
“Shut up birdbrain, I’m not pining. I just wanna make sure she’s not embarrassing me any more than she already has,” Dabi drones, cuffing the blond upside his head.
“Question: how is she embarrassing you if no one knows you two are engaged?” His red wings flutter with glee as he catches Dabi giving him a dark look, opting not to answer.
“You’re not answering my ques-tion”, Hawks sings, thoroughly basking in the catching Dabi’s ulterior motives.
“And I’m not gonna answer either. Just tell me where she sits, idiot.” Dabi snaps, getting antsier by the second.
“Alright, alright, cool your head, matchstick. Rumi usually sits outside, so let’s check there. But hurry up ‘cause I’m hungry” Hawks whines as they make their way to the outside doors.
They too are greeted with the same colors of pink sakura and bright well-kept grass, along with clear blue skies. But all Dabi sees is red when his gaze finally looks around and sees you with your friends...including Tenko Shimura.
Hawks sees you too, and whistles as he glances back at Dabi’s face. If looks could kill, you’d be a burning pile of ash right now.
“I swear to fucking god, I’m gonna kill them both.” Dabi growls as he begins to stalk towards your group. And of course, his friend joins in too, if not to just watch the episode that will unfold, but rather to actually prevent Dabi from causing any lasting damage...at least, on school property, that is.
At the sound of your animated laughter and voice, the inky black mess of hair snaps up.
He doesn’t like the way his heart clenches when the sight of you registers.
Your laugh is a mix of soft giggles that crescendos into crazed wheezes that are accompanied by breathless snorts.
It sounds so fucking ugly and obnoxious.
He wants to hear more of it.
Your hands wave around wildly as you animate your story with various gestures, sometimes throwing your arms out in the air and then bringing them close together to emphasize something else.
Who the hell uses hand gestures?
What do your hands feel like? Are they soft, or rough? Are they bigger or smaller than his?
What would they feel like if they caressed his skin? If they slapped him?
Dabi is 20 feet away, and you still haven’t noticed him stalking towards you yet.
Your head is thrown back now, hair shaking as you screech with laughter, your face scrunched up in laughter.
He should’ve burned the rest of your hair, too.
What would the material feel like through his fingers if he yanked the strands? If he caressed them slowly, in the dark?
Why the fuck am I thinking about that?
Your laughter has stopped now, the air eerily quiet. Dabi makes straight eye contact with you as he sees you've finally noticed him, as he watches Rumi whisper something to the group.
He sees Tenko look panic-stricken, fumbling around his lunch to pack up and no doubt get the hell out of there.
But not you, though.
You just stare at him like he’s a wild animal, like you don’t know why he’s coming towards you so fast and with such purpose.
He’s glad your eyes are on him. Property should know who it’s attention should be on, and who to cater to.
He just wishes your eyes weren’t filled with so much fear. It’s making his heart squeeze and it feels weird. He doesn’t like it.
“Hey Rumi. Yuu, Moe, how are you ladies doing?” He hears Hawk’s smooth voice flow into the air and join in with the falling of the soft tree petals as well.
“Hey Hawks,” they drawl, no doubt excited to be blessed with his presence.
Only you and Tenko stay quiet, the latter looking uncomfortably at his feet while you simply stare at Dabi.
“I see you ladies are all enjoying the weather tod-”
“-What the fuck are you doing here?” Dabi rudely interrupts the would-be smooth transition into conversation, but at the moment he doesn't care. He wants to know why the hell you so obviously ignored what he said earlier, and where the fuck you found the balls to blatanlty piss him off.
But you stay silent, and stare at him further, eyes widening marginally like a deer in headlights.
His heavy presence brings the feeling of death, the onslaught of dread, and it invades the group’s senses like the plague. His flashing arctic eyes scream murder, his balled hands reflect nothing but danger, and his set-mouth indicates that anything that comes out of it will end in vicious tears and a broken body.
It contrasts so weirdly with his counterpart, who has a kilowatt smile that stretches from one ear to the other, his teeth gleaming so blindingly similar to the sun that it was another reason you couldn’t keep eye contact with him for too long. His hands were stuffed in his jacket pockets, showing no sign of lashing out and causing strife. The yellow sky rays bounced off his back, making him glow with heavenly golden light like an angel, and his eyes....oh lord, his honey colored hues swam with mischief; untold secrets ladeled into his ears in the dead of the night when he would lie side to side with multiple women of all shapes, colors, and sizes.
But either way, regardless of the mismatched auras of the two, they both brought chaos and hell in their own ways, subtle or not.
“Uhhh, ladies, why don’t I treat you to some of the school’s finest soba?” Hawks chuckles and scratches the back of his head before offering a hand to Rumi. “It seems like Dabi here needs to have a conversation with Y/N in private.”
Rumi takes his hand and offers her own to Kamiji and Takeyama, who all pull each other up and look at you curiously. They’re smart enough not to ask openly, though. No sense in making things more awkward than they already are.
Tenko tries to subtly get up as well, but is stopped when Dabi snarls, “You stay there. You and I are gonna have a conversation as well, fucktard.” He looks directly at you as he hurls the insult at the gangly boy, who flinches as if the words were knives.
You nap out of your horrified reverie.
“Uhhh, well, we’ll see you around, I guess.” Kamiji calls from over her shoulder at you, her face sympathetic as Hawks’s arm circles around her shoulders and pulls her closer, whispering something in her ear that makes her blush.
“Tenko, you can leave. Whatever patchwork here has to say has nothing to do with you. It’s between us, as my fiance.” You deadpan and return his ice-cold stare.
The poor boy looks between his tormentor and saviour, conflicted as to what he should do. While Dabi’s arms and legs are starting to alight, you remain calm as ever perched on the table as if the petals littered on the ground weren’t silently catching fire.
“If you get off the ground, I promise you won’t leave here with all your limbs intact.” The flame user says lowly, his voice catching on the gravely rasp of his threatening words.
“Tenko. Please leave.” You say with finality, crossing your arms.
A tense moment passes between all three of you, Tenko sweating bullets. He slowly starts to build his limbs up to a stand, his height matching Dabi’s yet somehow still cowering over the striking look he was receiving from him. He hesitates for a moment before sticking a cautious leg out towards where the other four departed people went, as if he were testing the waters.
Dabi copies you and merely stares him down.
His expression is unreadable as Tenko moves another leg out, and another as his body starts functioning properly and jerkily walks away from the two of you. Miraculously, Dabi is letting him, not seeming too keen on fulfilling his past promise of detaching his anatomy in favor of getting to you now.
And then there was one.
You both look away from Tenko’s disappearing figure and finally at each other.
You still don’t say anything.
He starts slowly circling around the table towards you, keeping his malicious eyes on you and your body the whole time. But regardless of the feeling of dread that courses through your veins as he draws nearer, you refuse to kowtow to this overgrown-spoiled-rotten eldest child. He was just another man, another blob of superior prejudice that was in your way of being happy in your career and in your life in general.
One more step and he’s finally in your face now, a mere foott away from your sitting form. Your eye level is with his chest as he stands before you, tilting his head as his eyes rake your figure up and down. Your skin crawls and you look away, not wanting to react to his offensive gaze when he suddenly lurches forward. You can’t help as your indifferent demeanor cracks as you flinch when both his hands settle on your knees.
He leans down, a few inches away from you when he speaks.
“Are you deaf as well as stupid, you quirkless cunt?” He breathes into your face. His hands warm up ever so slightly on your knees, and you can’t help but think with a flash of paranoia how easily and quietly he burned your precious hair not even two hours ago.
You try to placate him by talking calmly, a brutal contrast in the way your heart was pounding in your tightening chest.
“I don’t know what you mean, Touya. If you’re upset about something, we can talk about it without you trying to intimidate me.” Placing your hands on his atop your knees, you gently attempt to move him off but only succeed in him gripping you tighter. He wrenches your knees apart and you gasp as he slides himself in between your legs.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Don’t play coy with me, I told you clearly not to hang around with that greasy freak. Or do I need to give you a permanent reminder, huh?”
He grasps your chin and shakes your head roughly as he presses himself further into you, hips gently rocking back and forth into the confines of your skirt.
It’s hard to keep up a calm facade when his clothed erection is feeling up the outline of your panties.
You release a frustrated cry and try to buck him off of you, but that only ends up pushing even further against him, much to your displeasure.
“Fucking let go! Let go of me you disgusting asshole!” Punching and kicking does absolutely nothing to deter him, he only laughs at your pathetic defense as he grabs a stray hand in its mission to slap him square across the face and slams it down behind you on the table. He fails to stop the other hand though, as it ducks from underneath his chin and gives him a mean uppercut.
He takes it maddeningly gracefully, though, as he finally catches the offensive hand and also smashes it down on the wood, emitting a pained wail from you.
Both of you pant for a couple of seconds, tears of pain and anger threatening to spill over your lashes and reflex tears in his amused ones.
“Do I have your attention now? Or do you want me to bruise your legs too?” He slides closer to your ear and his hot breath tickles your lobe as he whispers darkly, “I got a couple ideas in mind on how I can do that.”
Your eyes widen and you try to jerk violently out of his hold. The patched hands holding onto your wrists heat up significantly, and you wail as your skin simmers and bubbles.
“Please stop, Touya. It hurts,” you sob as he moves back to your face again, his body hovering your overs as he leans in further and hips stilling in their perverse movements, only pressing against your clothed mound at a stand-still now.
“You didn’t answer me. Why the fuck,” his cooled palms flared back to life again and you painstakingly stifle a whimper, “are you hanging out with Shimura again?”
“I-I was just having lunch with him! It wasn’t like we were meeting up outside of school or anything,” you plead with him, completely abandoning your passive facade. At the end of the day, you were quirkless and he wasn’t. Which meant you weren’t stupid or cowardly, but you were just human- you didn’t want to piss him off further by givng shitty answers and then getting burned.
You try shifting to evade the not-so-subtle bulge in his pants but he holds you steadfast. He leers at you, and you turn your head to avoid the manic expression on his face. It was just your bad luck that no one else was around, the rest of the students and teachers heading back inside for their next class.
“Aww what, you’ll take Skin ‘n’ Bones’ dick, but you can’t handle a little teasing from mine? Do I scare you that bad, princess?”
Your bottom lip quivers as you bear his filthy words, your seared hands shaking in pathetic attempts to quiet any pained noise.
He moves his head in such a way that his tilted frame comes a few millimeters away from your trembling smooth lips, and you look up at him with scrunched eyebrows in a plea for mercy.
“Or, has little miss perfect never had a cock before? Never taken a thick, pierced dick up her tight little virgin pussy?” He groans as he rubs his erection up and down your mound, your skirt shifted in the tussle in such a way that it offers him a snatch of open skin that he takes with relish.
You gasp and bite your lip and he thrusts gently into you, looking at your fearful face for the truth.
“Stop-stop being gross Touya. I haven’t done anything like that with him, not that you should care who I fuck with. And for the record, like I said before, I was just having lunch with my friends, not having a goddamn date with any of them, including Tenko. And I don’t know who you think you are telling me who I can or can’t hang out with,” you try to sneer as you finally wrench a hand away from his grip and manage to push him back some with a shaky arm against his toned shoulder.
“We’re not married yet, and Tenko has never done anything perverted or twisted like you that I would have to stay away from him. In fact, if he were my fiance then he’d act like a real one, tenfold than you ever could.”
You don’t realize how big of a mistake you made when Dabi stills his pressing hips and releases your other wrist, which you snatch in your other hand and cradle the bright red flesh.
He backs away a step or two, to your utter astonishment. He looks at you blankly and cocks his head at your unsure self. You have no idea what you said that could have caused such a change in demeanor, weren’t you just dishing back at him what he was giving you?
“You really think he’s that great, huh? Honestly, I shouldn’t even be surprised you do, a quirkless uptight bitch like you goes perfectly with that waste of space.”
“He’s not-” you begin to argue but are cut off when he spins on the heel of his black combat boot and starts walking away from you, only to call out over his shoulder, “If that’s the case sweetheart, I can’t wait for you to see how great and perfect he looks when his skin is burnt to a crisp and his body’s nothing more than ash and soot.”
The blood drains from your face as you realize what you’ve done. You’ve made the target on Tenko’s back even bigger by trying to defend him. There’s no doubt now that if he was trying to evade Dabi and Hawks’ brutal treatment, they’d never let him breathe in peace now.
You’d lose your best friend, and he’d never forgive you.
Pride be damned.
“Wait!” you cry out as you stumble off shaking legs and chase after him. His arms are thrown behind his back in an easy stretch, the movement making his stapled and scarred limbs seem even more menacing than ever before.
“Touya, please, don’t hurt him, he didn’t do anything to you!”
But he clicks his tongue and continues to stroll past you in the same direction your group had fled mere minutes before.
“Too late dollface, I can’t have my little fiance bitch thinking some fuckwad is better than me, can I?” He pouts and gives you an innocent mocking smile, knowing you were breaking slowly at each word that came out of his mouth.
“You should be glad I’m giving him any sort of attention anyways, like I said before he’s a nobody-he never uses his quirk anyways, he might as well be called a quirkless little fuck just like you! Hah! No wonder you two get along so well!”
Tripping over your own feet, you try to keep up with his long strides and sway his mission to either kill Tenko or make his life even more hell than it was before.
“No, no! That’s not true, please, Touya, he’s already so miserable, please leave him alone, I’ll do anything!” You practically shriek as you both finally reach the school doors and his hand grasps the handle.
But he stops. Miraculously, he holds the door handle without turning it, and looks demeaningly at you.
You try hard not to shrink back too much when he leans to your eye level, his hands on his knees as he says sickeningly sweetly, “Anything? You’ll do anything to save that sorry excuse of a bastard? Anything to make me not burn his ass down to hell?”
It's hard to mask the loud gulp you make, and his grin stretches so wide his staples along the corners of his mouth move along as well.
“Y-yes, anything. Please just stop hurting with him or messing with him at all. He’s not the one who pissed you off, I am.” You admit your defeat and hang your head low, peeking up at him between your lashes to judge his reaction.
His cerulean eyes scrutinize you, his nose lifted in the air as he mockingly taps his chin in fake thought.
“Hmm...well, I suppose you could start by not eating lunch with him in the first place. I don’t know how you stomach anything anyways, he reeks of a decaying body.” He smirks, but you dig your nails into your palms so as to not rise to the bait.
Anything.
You need to start putting your fiance before other men, Y/N.
After a moment of silence that ensured you really weren’t going to lash out at him, he continues, this time stepping forward until he has you backed up into the adjacent brick wall in the little hidden alley besides the doors.
“And,” his saccharine words penetrate your dizzy head as his arm stretches out towards you, and for the third time that day you were essentially pinned verbally and physically as his hand toys with the hem of your collar, “from now on you’ll be eating with me and Hawks too if he’s around. You’re also gonna stop being such a teasing little prude and let me touch any part of you without backing away or saying any bitchy comments. It’s your duty as a good little wife anyways, right Y/N?”
You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel one hand make its way to circle around your neck in a snug noose and the other slip up your shirt, fingers punctuated with cold little stitches spreading across the expanse of your stomach, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.
“Come on,” He whispers in his gravelly voice, leaning into the crook of your neck, “where’s that little attitude now, huh?”
For Tenko. This is all only for Tenko.
“Okay Touya. I’ll do it. Just...please, please give him a break.” You muster up the last of your courage to face him, and you finally feel a single tear treacherously escape the confines of your eye and slide down your face. You feel humiliated, having put up such false pretenses of being cool, calm and collected when he first approached you and now...now you were an emotional mess. In just a few sentences and unwanted physical contact, he had you right where he wanted.
And the worst part was, you both knew you couldn’t even tell anyone. If you told Tenko, he’d immediately reprimand you and try to brave it by hanging out with you just so you didn’t have to endure the plight he himself was always in. You couldn’t confide in any of your girlfriends, no doubt Hawks would somehow spin it with his honeyed words to make you seem like the crazy, overreacting one. Your parents were a no-go either, having been telling you from the start that they weren’t to hear any criticism of their perfect, levelheaded future son-in-law.
You wonder how your parents would feel about their dear son-in-law licking the tears off your flushed cheeks with a condescending chuckle.
“Oh come on doll, having lunch with me isn’t so bad now, is it?” He cooes at you with faux sympathy. He does nothing to hide the twitching muscle in his jaw that prevents him from bursting out laughing when you furiously brush the tears and his saliva off your face.
No, I don’t want to have lunch with you, you sick freak. I want to see my friends and not feel my heart pounding up my throat when I’m with you.
“No, it’s not bad,” you whisper dejectedly, hanging your head and waiting for his next move.
“Attagirl,” he says lowly, one finger ghosting over the waistband of your pants before retreating out of your shirt and to his side. The other hand wrapped around your neck squeezes once, relishing in your panicked gasp and frantic scrabbling at the back of his hand before also coming down.
He finally deems your disheveled state a good enough reason to stop tormenting you, and he backs away with a little smile on his face that does nothing to calm your nerves.
Turning the corner and opening the doors, he doesn’t look at your pathetic shaking body sliding down the wall when he says, “I’d get to class if I were you. Wouldn’t want to get in trouble for hanging out with people you shouldn't be with in the first place.
Something tells you he’s not referring to himself as the doors bang shut.
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8 New Messages
Rumi: Hey girl, you okay? Dabi seemed kinda off, I wanted to ask you what happened but I figured you two needed space and Hawks said not to bother you abt it:/ Did you guys get into a fight?
Yuu: Ummm since when did you and Dabi talk? And since when did he get mad at you? Text back ASAP!!!
Moe: If you’re still alive, you def owe us an explanation, hello? What did that absolute hunk want from you? I didn’t even know you two knew each other!
Ten-ten: Y/N please text me back as soon as possible
Ten-ten: Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
Ten-ten: What did he even want from you?
Ten-ten: If you’re mad that I left, I’m so sorry, I just thought me being there wouldn’t be much help to you
Ten-ten: Please tell me you’re okay
2:10: I’m fine, just walk around the back and meet me by the gate when the bell rings. Keep your head down, too.
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Dabi doesn’t feel any shame jerking off in the bathroom.
Hawks doesn’t feel embarrassed either, listening through Dabi’s grunts and shaky breaths as he recounts the entirety of what happened between you and him after the group left, babes hanging off Hawks’ arms.
“So, what, you two just boned and you told Shimura to piss off? That’s what got your dick hard as a diamond?” Hawks chuckles, folding his arms and leaning against the white tile wall.
“Yeah,” Dabi grunts as his hand works vigorously up his shaft, his piercings clinking harmoniously at his ministrations, “But fuck, man, she felt so soft and hot down there. Her stomach was so smooth too, I couldn't keep my hands to mys-ahh-self.” He groans as he climaxes, watching his precious seed erupt and drop into the toilet below him. What a waste.
He wishes it went into your mouth instead.
“Her stomach?” Hawks’s avian eyes practically bulge out of his head as he roars with laughter, dodging weak blue flames aimed straight at his hair. “God, you sound like a virgin, man. Who the fuck gets turned on by a stomach?”
“Shut the hell up you overgrown chicken. I don’t fucking know, okay? She just- argh, I don’t know, when I saw her from a distance I didn’t really think much of her but when I got all close up with her I felt like I was going crazy. I mean, my body started heating up more than normal and I just wanted to touch her.”
The blond was quiet, continuing to listen to his friend’s rant as Dabi washed his hands and inspected his spiky hair in the dirty mirror.
“And her attitude? My god, hearing every bitchy word come out of her mouth was worth the look on her face when I held her down. Priceless,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he begins tightening a loose stitch under his eyebag.
“She smelled pretty fuckin’ good too, maybe thats what got me going in the first place. I just wanted to be closer to her, regardless of how she saw me. It was just so satisfying seeing her break down, and all because of me, yknow?”
He finally finishes checking his reflection and picks up his bag from the ground, Hawks following pursuit as they make their way outside the bathroom. They were currently skipping their last class, Quirk Training because they could actually afford to. Their teacher knew that both of them surprisingly had the highest grades in the class and continuously kicked every other student into the dust, the rest of their peers not having the right quirks to even hope to make it to the two delinquent’s level of strength and skill. It wouldn’t hurt to skip a few times, they would just pick up right where they left off, pummeling every other kid aside until they made their way to the top again.
Plus, with all the testosterone raging through Dabi’s blood after lunch, he decided it would be better to take all the energy out in more relieving ways in the bathroom rather than using the adrenaline to accidentally blast some poor chump’s face off in the heat of the moment, pun intended.
Not that he would mind, don’t get him wrong. It would be pretty funny seeing the look of horror on everyone’s face when the smell of a burning body hit their nostrils. But it wasn’t worth a suspension, or worse, an earful from his dad.
“Oh, and by the way, she’s gonna have lunch with us from now on. I told her if she didn’t want me beating Shimura into a pulp she was gonna stop eating with him and come join us instead.”
At this, Hawks gives Dabi a smirk and says dryly, “How romantic of you. If you wanted her to spoon feed and baby you at lunch so you could have a boner the entire period, you should’ve just told her straight up.”
Dabi opens his mouth to argue with half of his statement before he’s interrupted.
“Where is Shimura by the way? Did you see him leave the locker room? Training’s done, he should be out any minute now, why don’t we pay him a little visit and relay the same message you gave your little bitch to him as well?”
Both boys smirk at each other as they make their way down to the locker rooms. Unfortunately for Tenko and fortunately for the devious duo , all three of them shared the same last class of Quirk Training. The frail, quiet boy tried his best to stay out of their way, but he might as well have had a sign up on his head that said MAKE MY LIFE HELL, PLEASE from the way he scratched himself raw, earning occasional disgusted looks from girls and snickers from a majority of the guys. His hair was almost always unkempt and in his face, prompting Dabi to yank his overgrown bangs up and out of his face as he snarled and spat venom into his victim’s wincing expression. When they sparred, Dabi held absolutely nothing back as he relished in the difference in their fighting styles: Tenko with close combat techniques and Dabi excelling in long distance. It was a recipe for disaster on Tenko’s side, and almost a cruel joke to the flame user as he easily sent wave after wave of burning hot hellfire towards the yelping boy. It came to a point where Dabi would openly and very loudly question why Tenko would even try, why he would even attend this class when he was beaten in under a minute-not nearly enough time to utilize his quirk.
Their teacher would scold Dabi very lightly, but the damage was done and doubt was already planted into everyone’s mind as the seeds of disdain germinated and grew into ponderings of, has he ever beaten anyone before? He’s always out of the ring so fast, I didn’t even understand what his quirk was. Is he failing, how is he even passing this class?
Only you were the one who knew it was his lifelong dream of working in the Rescue and Search unit, his quirk of decaying proving to be so deadly and harmful that he never had the courage to use it against anyone, no matter how bad they had it out for him. He could never live with himself if he ever caused anyone permanent damage that could end up in paralyzation, or worse.
But that was the difference between poor Tenko and Dabi. Only one of them acted out in an eat or be eaten way.
Hawks was more subtle in his torment, having less of a grudge towards the sulking grey mass of limbs. Sure, it was amusing watching him squirm and flinch and hear him plead raspingly to move your feathers, please, they’re covering my nose I can’t bREATHE I CAN’T BREATHE PLEASE I’LL DIE-
But unlike Dabi, he didn’t get that big of a high from drawing blood and whimpering. That was all for fun and jokes to indulge in Dabi’s selfish and ruthless desires, sure, but the real rush he got was from the overall power imbalance from everyone else he received. It was knowing that he was at the top of the food chain, that no one could surpass him, even his brooding patchwork friend who he considered to be beside him if anything, but not above him in any sense. Tenko was just another cog in the grand machine that reinforced that idea every time he wilted and withered under Hawks’ sickeningly sweet, fake smile.
You can’t blame him, either. He never originally asked for any of the attention the school practically spoon-fed him with when he was younger. No, he didn’t seek out any of the multitudes of guys that asked him to hang out every other weekend at the beach or park, and he was always indifferent to the girls begging him to spend the night and exchange numbers on the regular. They were all idiots anyways, what did they know? Sex, fame, money, drugs, all that bullshit that every young adult craves. He was better than that, he had a goal, he had ulterior motives, but he soon began to realize that the mind-numbingly brain dead people who circled him like their god could very well improve his chances of achieving said goal.
And so Hawks began to painstakingly take time out to meet some tools dudes at the beach or catch a movie with them, he started opening up to sluts and bimbos girls via their legs more often and eventually he became a name revered around school, a reputation told and passed around the halls in whispers that traveled through notes and texts exchanged throughout classes.
It just so happened to be in his luck that he was able to one day put a face to another name that floated through the halls in his passing classes: Dabi.
They had been paired up to sparr, both sets of ears alert and open when their teacher read aloud each other’s quirks. Fire and feathers, huh? What a joke.
At least, that's what the both of them thought about each other until they actually started fighting.
Columns of cobalt flames rained above and around Hawks, and he was surrounded mere seconds after the match started. But nevertheless, his feathers detected a breeze from an open air pocket through the wall of fire, and he used his great wings to propel him through the slim opening to safety.
That was the first time Dabi had ever been bested by anyone before, having every single one of his limbs pinned down by multiple heavy feathers tearing through his clothes, and similarly, it was the first time Hawks had even been surrounded so quickly by anyone else either.
Thus was the start of their begrudging comradeship, which quickly evolved into something akin to a friendship when less training commenced and more grunted words and short phrases thrown to each other formed into gruff sentences, and bitter rants about shitty parents, being surrounded by painfully stupid peers, and how everyone else but them two saw the world for what it really was: a playground where they could topple everyone else down and somehow still manage to win those same hearts over as they used them as stepping stones to their own advantages.
Dabi’s lust for blood and pain went hand in hand with Hawk’s craving for power. It was disgusting how the school worshipped them, taking any instance of abuse from either of them with a grain of salt, having already submitted to their superior auras. They truly were stepping stones, eagerly ready and oblivious to be used.
And Tenko was just that, another meek, fragile little stepping stone that seemed so easy to crack...but somehow, instead of shattering into hundreds of pieces, he managed to retain his brittle shape and morph into a thorn in Dabi’s side. When he would be shoved into lockers for seemingly hours on end with burning feathers taped over his mouth (courtesy of Hawks to supply some material) that accentuated the scars on the lower half of his face, he wouldn’t tattle to any head authority or teacher. When they would tear and burn his clothes off in the locker room after their training sessions and force him to walk home in sweaty gym clothes, Tenko never lifted a finger to decay a hand or turn a feather into dust. He would simply sulk off and try to remain invisible and out of their way.
It drove Dabi crazy; he wanted the translucent skinned boy to scream for his fucking life, he wanted to see him lash out and fight, he wanted him to squeal like the pig he was. He wanted more reasons to beat him down and feel an ounce of joy in himself that he never received elsewhere. Seeing people shake and cower before him gave him the same rush as any heavy drug would do-it was addicting, and left him craving for more. It reinforced the idea that he was better than anyone else, and if his dad wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction or assurance that there was a purpose to his miserable life, then he would have to relish in the emotions he felt within others, even if it meant at the expense of his peers.
And although he would never admit it, it secretly was hilarious as fuck for Hawks to watch Dabi lose his mind slowly but surely over the most trivial of things, like Tenko’s lack of reaction to their abuse. He knew it only came from the neglect Dabi felt at home, Endeavor’s blatant disappointment embedded its manifestation in the eldest son’s whole being, even if he would always deny that's the case. The lack of direction and emotion Enji showed to his lost cause of a son caused Dabi to lash out in increasingly aggressive ways at school. It just proved that even though Dabi thought he was better than everyone else, he truly was just another sheep like the rest of these idiots milling around. The brooding, aloof face he put up at school wasn’t enough to fool the sharp-witted avian; he was just an average spoiled elitist brat that threw tantrums when he didn’t get what he wanted, how stupid could he be? He thought too much of what others thought, even if he sought validation through his parents, who gives a fuck? It’s just another useless miserable factor of his life to ponder on, in Hawks’ opinion.
If you asked Dabi what he thought of Hawks, he would give you a similar answer but with different facets. Sure, it was nice to have another god of the school walk around by his side, enforcing their reputations, and yes, both of them connected on negligent parents... but Hawks gave in too much into materialistic things. Sex and popularity were deterrents from the real world, and Dabi would be damned if he were to follow pursuit. Hawks was slowly proving himself to also be another pawn in their life’s game of chess, but for the time being he knew that making friends with him was looking at the bigger picture if he wanted to make a name for himself, no matter how painful that process was at times. Why the fuck would he waste time going to parties just to socialize and bang a bunch of slutty whores when he could be proving himself to the yakuza? While Hawks would be schmoozing with some busty bimbo and playing beer pong on a Saturday, Dabi would be making his own types of friends in hidden alleyways and getting acquainted with shady figures like Kai Chisaki, a boy around their age with connections that ran around the city and underneath the city lines. The scarred boy was dedicated to his eventual goal to rid this rotten society of all the superficial heroes and scum, so naturally he hadn’t the need or want to indulge in his own selfish desires.
Up until this point, that is.
Which brings him and his winged partner-in-crime to now, waiting in the shadows outside the entrance to the locker room. Waiting for a certain spindly, greasy-haired freak to make his appearance so he could beat the shit out of him and release some still pent-up energy that was not relinquished in the bathroom.
So that he could tell him to stay the fuck away from what rightfully belonged to him, for the first time in his life.
He reached down to pick up some gravel, hand-picking the rocks that seemed the sharpest as he heated up his palm. Without saying a word, Hawks’ feathers floated towards Dabi’s hand, embedding their bristles between the rocks.
It took about 5 more minutes of aimlessly lounging against the wall and burning other various thrown-out papers scattered around the ground, until the man of the hour made his appearance.
It was pathetic, really, the way the door slowly creaked open as his matted pigeon colored head peeked out, swiveling around to take his surroundings. The second his head turned right, his eyes widened as he saw the hellraisers, and Tenko frantically tried to retreat back inside and slam the door shut.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t beat the too-fast quills that snatched him by the collar and practically threw him forward. He flailed his limbs, trying to regain his balance and flee his inevitable beating. The panic that rose in his throat grew exponentially as he was dragged further towards Hawks and Dabi, who was juggling burning blue rocks in his hand along with familiar red plumage.
He knew the drill all too well, becoming dreadfully acquainted with the makeshift missiles over the years.
“Hey, Shit-mura, catch!” Dabi lobbed a pierced feather at his bony abdomen, and Tenko flinched violently as a glowing blue pebble ricocheted off his body, hitting against a barely-fading bruise from a similar routine performed merely weeks ago.
Albeit for a different reason, one that didn’t have to do with a not-so-lucky girl like you.
Tenko fell backwards as a volley of feathers jabbed under the soles of his feet, and watched in horror as the perpetrators advanced towards him, Hawks with his wings so leisurely ruffling in the breeze with a laid-back smile on his face, hands tucked in his jacket pockets contrasting with the demonic grin etched on Dabi’s face as they leer down on him.
“What do you want now?” The fallen boy barely mutters, not bothering to look up at them.
“Don’t address me like that you little shit,” Dabi hisses, flames flaring up in his palms just to show off how much ammo was still burning and waiting to be used...all for him, of course.
“Stop hanging out with Y/N. The next time I see you talking with her, or even looking in her direction I’ll burn your sorry ass alive. Though I doubt anyone would care, anyways.” He speaks curtly, and it kills him internally to almost admit how frustrated he is seeing you two cross paths, even after a sole day.
Tenko raises his eyebrows, looking between Dabi and Hawks, who, for the meantime, doesn't feel a need to waste his breath on such a petty matter.
“We’re just friends, that's all we are. If you’re so concerned about me getting in the way, I promise I won't-”
“-You think I’m actually worried about losing you to her?” The inky head draws closer, his voice low and raspy as he laughs. “Let me tell you something, and listen to me very clearly, because the next time I repeat myself is the day I’ll fuck you both up- I don’t give a shit who wants her, or who doesn’t. I’m not concerned about losing her either, you know why?” He grabs the frayed collar of Tenko’s shirt, and the latter chokes as his air is squeezed out of his frail throat, hands frantically grabbling at the purple-scarred constraints.
He can feel flecks of spit on his face, the hands around his neck heating up suffocatingly as Dabi nails the final lid in his coffin.
“Because that little tease was practically sold to me, get it? I didn’t even want her in the first place, which essentially makes her nothing short of a playtoy for me to fuck and fuck with whenever the hell I want, without you in the picture. I don’t need some weepy moron like your sorry ass getting her all teary-eyed when her eyes should be on me and me only.”
He releases the weakling’s throat, wishing it was your smooth one instead. He almost would’ve had a boner if Tenko’s big, gulping breaths were a little bit more feminine sounding, like yours.
“Okay, okay, whatever man, I’ll do what I can to stay away from her. Just…” and his voice trailed off into a whisper, hoping he could muster any more sincerity in his words, “...please don’t break her heart, or be too rough with her.” The mere thought of you being bruised and banged up like he was made him gag.
It was sickening how similar his words mirrored your own.
Dabi scoffs as Hawks finally decides to speak up, spreading his hands in a faux show of good gesture.
“I gotta admit though, Shimura, you got good taste in girls. I’m almost impressed you managed to get a cute little thing like her to even touch you.” Tenko blanches, noting the way Dabi’s jaw clenches as the instigator’s mouth curves into a smirk, all of them knowing full well that the carefully chosen words were meant to rile the situation up even further.
But after a tense moment of everyone glancing at each other, the patchwork figure relents and exhales through his nostrils, deciding to grant the mess of fallen limbs a rare chance of mercy.
“Shut the fuck up bird brain. Let’s go, I don’t wanna hear my dad bitchin’ if I come home late again,” He kicks Hawk’s boot with his own and turns around towards the entrance of the school, not sparing Tomura a second glance. Hawks laughs handsomely and gives the rattled boy a mock salute and a fluff of his grand wings before trailing after his counterpart.
Shimura finally lets out a shaky breath, slowly picking his scattered belongings off the ground, snapping his head back up frequently as if the two were bound to come back and mess with him further.
While he was picking his remaining binders and gym clothes off the ground, unbeknownst to him, about 50 feet up and out the school Hawks was fishing an object out of his plush wings.
“What’re you doing?” Dabi asks lazily as they walk the streets of Musutafu, kicking sake bottles out of the way.
“Hol’ on-” Hawks grunts, yanking the object loose from his tight confines of his feathers before placing it in Dabi’s open palm.
“Huh? The hell’s this?” He raises an eyebrow, gingerly holding up the beaten screen in front of his face.
“That right there is extra material to hold against your little wifey. Seems like he had more pressing things on his mind rather than to check for all his belongings,” The quick-witted avian pats his elusive wings proudly, basking in the benefits his stealthy quirk allows him.
And sure enough, as Dabi gleefully cackles with laughter at his good fortune, Tenko Shimura is desperately patting down his pockets, looking for his phone while you chatter on cluelessly next to him.
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“So? How was your first day?”
“Did you see Y/N? I heard from some upperclassmen that you got classes with her.”
“You should walk her home after school!”
Touya is immediately bombarded with questions from his siblings the second he makes his presence known by slamming the front door shut.
He growls under his breath at all the clammer around him, and he barks at them to shut the hell up before he burns the house down.
It doesn’t faze the rest of them who are blessed with their ice quirks, and they continue to pester him until he spills the most meager, unsatisfactory answers to them.
“Yeah, I had a class and lunch with her. Happy? Now seriously back off.”
Fuyumi and Natuso cheer as Shoto gives a slight smile.
He heads off into the dining table, munching on carb-infested snacks as he scrolls through Tenko’s phone.
The messages between you and him are long, dating back years that he has to swipe for minutes before getting to the first words of your conversations.
A majority of the speech bubbles hold nothing but dorky back and forth’s of new movies that came out, hanging out here and there, and school help. Sometimes he’d come across you asking for advice for your parents, or ranting about having to keep a frustratingly posh look in public, and he realizes surprisingly you two might have more in common than he thought.
He hadn’t even bothered to look at most of Tenko’s messages, nothing holding too much leverage on potential blackmail or more fuel against him, but suddenly his thumbs stilled as his eyes rove over a conversation from a couple months ago.
Y/N: Ugh, it’s just one of those days, y’know? Idk if its PMS but i’ve literally been watching porn for like 2 hours now
Touya’s eyes widen and he brings the screen mere inches from his eyes, just to ensure he’s not imagining his good luck...as well as disbelief.
The next messages however, grab his elation by the balls and twist them into a cloud of red-filled rage.
11:57 pm: I could give you something better than porn if you want:)
It takes all he has not to throw up his munchies on the table at the pure inexperience Tenko’s words so evidently hold.
Can this bastard be more cringe?
Apparently it didn’t matter to you, because not even a full minute later you had responded to past-Tenko.
Y/N: Oh yeah, like what?
Touya excuses himself from the table, ignoring Natsuo’s raised eyebrow directed at him from the kitchen.
He stalks to his room, closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure. Thankfully the questionnaire was over the moment he walked in, and his parents were gone until the evening, so he was set for privacy. It’s not like anyone would willingly want to come into his room unannounced anyways, unless they were looking for a death wish.
The gloomy black decor around his man-cave suited his mood well, only the dim light of his computer and phone providing him access to witness your whore antics.
Picture after picture filled the conversation, lacy white lingerie and red silk complimenting your figure well, and his heart speeds up when he sees the slutty expression on your face.
You were wearing makeup in some pictures, and completely bare-faced in others. Some photos didn’t do justice to your beauty with the naive angles you positioned yourself in, and others quite literally made him gape at your junk in the right places and slender bits along your silhouette.
In his eyes, it was innocence at its finest. Your honesty at showing all parts of you was mouth watering to Touya, the way you didn’t hide any side of you in such an intimate exchange made him want to sink his teeth into your helpless being and never let go.
It also made him want to melt Tenko’s skin off his very breakable bones.
We’re just friends.
Some friends they were, alright. A slut and a grade-A fuckin’ incel. How the hell did Shimura get a taste of you before he did? He’s your fiance for gods’ sake, that's his right and no one else’s.
Honestly, he’s disappointed in you right now. For all that talk you gave him earlier today, he didn’t take you as some easy hoe that’d put out for such a creep like Tenko, with just a few sweet words thrown here and there along with some bad pickup lines.
He crosses his arms behind his head and leans back into the plush mattress, frowning in thought. The sounds of his father banging open the door and his siblings chiming in to greet the old bastard float in and out of his ears as he thinks of what to do with you and Tenko.
Obviously your guys’ friendship surpassed normal boundaries, regardless of what you both pleaded or believed. Just the fact that Touya fucking Todoroki, son of the Number Two hero, eldest child and heir to a powerful elite family lost first claim of his wife-to-be’s body to some...some withering degenerate is making his heels expel smoke.
He’s not going to be second place again, not outside his own home too.
There’s no doubt in his mind that if you truly are all bark and no bite, you’ll find a way to meet up with Tenko behind his back. The pictures he’s seen tonight just proves it's going to take something bigger than a copped feel and a verbal warning to pull you both apart, and Touya is more than ready to take on that challenge.
A plan begins to form in his mind, one that ensures his fiance and the dirtbag will stay away from each other, even if he needs to push them to interact more initially. Even if he needs to make you desperate to reach out for someone, anyone who’ll come to your aid after he’s through twisting and welding your nerves together.
Touya falls asleep with one hand in his pants, one hand holding his phone screen up showing your white lingerie.
Tenko falls asleep for the first time in months without his bony hand down his sweats furiously working his shaft at those pictures you sent months ago. The cum that usually spills out and stains his abdomen is replaced with dread that embeds itself in the pit of his stomach. He knows either Hawks or Dabi has his phone, and he knows what he’s hiding in there isn’t something that would help his claim of being your friend.
You send a message to Tenko before you sleep, telling him to wait for you in the adjacent empty hallway to the cafeteria after you finish lunch with Touya.
*************
“Where the hell were you yesterday? I tried calling and texting you!”
You indignantly demand, making no effort to move out of Tenko’s way as he tries to gently brush past you to make room for himself on the sidewalk.
“I, uh, lost my phone and forgot to tell you after school. Sorry.” He says lamely, and you squint your eyes and grip the straps of your backpack even tighter at his half-assed excuse.
Begrudgingly shifting to accommodate him in the narrow walkway, you both begin to walk to school. The butterflies have risen from the grave of your stomach again, butterflies of dread and gross anticipation at meeting your inky-headed match.
“Well, did you report it missing?” He scratches his neck softly and grunts in denial. You frown, thinking if it were you then you’d be throwing a racket at your missing phone. Guys are weird.
“Okay...well, anyways, I texted you about meeting me outside the caf’ when the bell rings for class. I have a feeling Touya’s gonna be stingy about me staying put like the perfect, brainless doll he wants me to be, ugh. So just keep your head down as usual obviously, and I should be out in no time hopefully if I can manage to slip through the crowd. I’m thinking we meet up in the General Studies hall? It’s right there-”
“-Wait, you texted me all this?” Tenko stops abruptly, red eyes wide with panic.
You turn to face him, eyebrows raised at his composure. “I mean, yeah? I didn’t know you didn’t have your phone with you, so I’m just telling you now I guess. Why? Do you know if someone took it?”
He hesitates, unsure of how to cover this up. He already knows either Dumb and/or Dumber has his phone, so no doubt if you truly did text him anything about your plan to meet up with him against Dabi’s specific instructions not to, one of them would already know by now. But he can’t tell you why your plan is now faulty and extremely dangerous.
Because then he’d have to explain how they got his phone in the first place. One question would lead to another, and then he would have to spill about what they threatened him with, and you would somehow end up getting even more hurt if you found out what went on behind closed curtains.
“Look,” He finally decides to speak, and rejoins you on your walk to campus, “I don’t want you putting yourself at risk to still hang around me at school if Dabi told you not to. He’s just gonna find out and get even more pissed. I’m used to it, but if you’re gonna be marrying that douche then it’s just gonna screw things up for you even more. We can just meet up after school like always and hang out at your place or something.”
You pout at his proposition, annoyed that your oh-so-loving finance is weeding his way into your private life...more quickly than you’re comfortable with. Why should you have to sacrifice time away from one of your oldest friends just because of some overgrown, spoiled man-child?
“Ten, you can’t let them dictate your life forever, okay? Like, I get it, they’re scary as hell and you were right-they’re not afraid to get physical. But it's only the first week of school back, are we really just gonna let them walk all over us? I’m not gonna be some stupid fucking bimbo thats gonna cower every time he flashes his fist at me.” You stamp the ground in frustration, and Tenko keeps quiet, growing more irritated by the second. You might now care about keeping your limbs intact, but he’s already as frail as can be. No sense in begging to get snapped like a twig just because of your suicidal intent.
“So what exactly do you wanna do? I get how you feel, really I do, but Y/N they’re not talked about around school for no reason. I don’t know how else to explain this to you, no matter how much you want him to know how independent you are, he’s not gonna care.”
Biting your lip in contemplation, you think on his words. He’s got a point, unfortunately. There’s not much you can actually do apart from run your mouth. Touya’s got the upper hand in every sense.
But still. You’ll be damned if you wait for him to make the first move like a sitting duck.
“Whatever,” you bite out. “We’ll just have to be smart about skirting around him. Just try to meet me in an empty hall outside the lunchroom if you can, and we’ll just make sure to stay out of open areas when we walk to class. No biggie. And of course we can still walk together home, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” he says, as you two near the school entrance.
You try not to notice the delay in his answer as you walk through the gates.
***********
Immediately when they spot you in the halls on the way to your homeroom, the trio of girls swarm and bombard you with questions...questions that you already answered with some half-assed, bullshit excuses about how Dabi needed help on homework.
You guessed they weren’t as airheaded as they all let on.
“It’s fine, its okay, it was just some stupid misunderstanding we had. We’re okay now, really,” you wave them off while Tenko worries his bottom lip in an attempt to subdue his itching.
It takes some convincing for your concerned friends to finally leave with a warning of “If you hide anything from us, you’re getting your ass kicked!” and a casual laugh from you before you can head to class.
“God, I don’t know how I’m supposed to hide the whole arranged marriage thing from them if they’re always gonna be so nosy. Especially when Tou-I mean, Dabi, isn’t exactly hiding his asshole-ness”.
Tenko mutters in agreement to you, his head low as you both turn the corner into your classroom. He merely takes a step inside before looking up and hissing in panic, tripping backwards over his own feet.
“Ten, what the hell?” You yelp, narrowly avoiding his skinny frame about to collide into you.
“Shit, I forgot we changed rooms. And I’m not supposed to be seen with you, they already saw-!” He cowers at the side of the door, eyes wide with panic.
And you realize too late that he’s right, that his sparse appearance in the doorframe must not have gone unnoticed by the dreaded duo already in class. You can see your seat from the window in the door, and an inky blob of black hair and blond locks not too far from your seat as well.
“Oh god, fuck, just-just get to class before the bell rings, I’m sure they didn’t see you come in. But go, you’re gonna be late!” You swat him off and he dashes down the hall, throwing you a worried glance as he goes.
You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever might happen if they indeed saw your figure with Tenko’s. Turning the handle with sweaty palms, you gulp and enter the room.
“You were almost late, L/N! Let’s try to hurry it up next time and not idly stand outside the classroom with friends, shall we?” Vlad King barks from the front of the room, and you cringe as you internally wonder if the entire school was against you today.
The room has quieted down significantly as your teacher starts to prepare the whiteboard for today’s lesson. You imitate Tenko’s earlier demeanor by keeping your head low and trying to avoid eye contact with everyone as you make your way to your seat.
Except, that proves to be quite difficult as you pass by Hawks’ seat, a lean leg casually stretching in a mockery to make you trip. You try to step over it, but unbeknownst to you, a lone red feather darts under your feet as you take a step and lifts you up, causing you to lose your balance and fall drastically to the ground, the contents of your bag strewn across the floor.
You can barely hear the scattered laughter filling the room, can hardly make out your teacher growling at you to take a seat and stop causing distractions, because the ringing in your ears drowns everything else out. The underside of your arms are prickling as you frantically adjust your skewen skirt and try to simultaneously pick up your displaced belongings. Your hands are shaking as they reach for a binder that slid under Dabi’s seat.
Bile rises to your throat as a studded black combat boot carefully places itself right on top of the binder. Your violently trembling hands pause midway to reaching for it, and you slowly raise your glassy eyes to meet your tormentor’s.
You wish you didn’t.
The way he looks down at your disheveled figure causes your heart to seize and create a giant lump in your throat. His piercing-decorated mouth is pulled back in a jeering grin, thoroughly enjoying the mess his friend created, just for both of their sick amusement.
Your pleading look does nothing to deter his firm hold on your binder, and you grow increasingly panicked as you hear the lesson start.
“Let go!” You whisper, eyebrows scrunched together, bottom lip trembling like a baby.
“Mmmh. Only if you beg like a little bitch.” He doesn’t even look at you straight in the eyes as he murmurs in his gravelly voice, his purple patched hand lazily writing down a few scribbles here and there to take notes.
It's cruel, almost. The bravado you held up in front of Tenko this morning is completely gone now, a mere facade to show you weren’t going to simply roll over on your back and show your stomach for Dabi. But it seems that’s exactly what he reduces you to, in just a manner of a few simple movements.
Just like yesterday, when he had you pinned twice at lunch.
Lunch.
Oh god.
You quickly shake your head from its treacherous wanderings, opting to focus on the imminent problem right now instead of combusting from future ones as well.
“Please, Touya,” you say almost under your breath, leaning in painfully just to make sure your plea fell only on his ears only.
His lowered lids rove over up and down your body in acknowledgement, letting them settle on your thighs clenched together, hands balled in your lap to prevent from ripping yours and his hair out.
Leaning back further and lower into his seat, he keeps his lustful gaze trained on your wary, kneeling figure as he subtly starts to palm himself through his jeans. Your jaw drops at his audacity, your mind completely forgetting to try and snatch the binder from his hold as he lightly thrusts up into his open hand. You scuttle backwards in disgust, your face feeling like it's on fire as you do.
But another trusty red feather slips underneath your skirt as you flail back, and grounds the flat side of its bristles against your clothed clit.
It's all too much, your hyper awareness and sensitivity to the whole humiliating situation reaching its peak, and you gasp loudly as the scarlet plumage circles itself once around your clit once more and retreats back into its large red home.
Dabi isn’t the only one palming himself now.
Once again, the class attention has been brought back to you, pages stopping their movements mid-flip.
“Y/N L/N, what is going on back there?” Your peeved teacher’s voice booms across the silent room.
You flinch and try to speak but Dabi beats you to it.
“She’s distracting me sir, I tried to give her back her binder but she wouldn’t take it for some reason.” He speaks monotony, a hint of feigned confusion so strategically accenting his words.
“No, no, that’s not what-”
“-It’s true Mr. King. I saw her get on her knees in front of Dabi while he was trying to take notes.” You’re interrupted again as Hawk’s smooth voice floats above yours, and your face burns with shame at his choice of words as your peers titter around you.
“If these two men miss today’s notes because of your shenanigans, you will personally be in charge of catching them up and tutoring them on whatever need be.” And with that, he turns around and continues to write nonsense formulas on the board.
The black binder that caused so much trouble is shoved towards you carelessly, papers slipping out onto the floor as it comes your way. The two demons share a knowing smirk at their fruitful teamwork.
It’s not even nine in the morning yet, and you want to scream.
*****
It takes less than two minutes to gather everything off the floor and to slink yourself into your seat, cursing the placement of Dumb and Dumber in front and behind you. Brimming with rage, you clench your pen tightly as it skims back and forth across the page, making up for 10 minutes worth of missed notes.
Not even a full beat of peace is passed before you feel a cool breath against your neck, and you slap a hand against your nape as goosebumps erupt across your skin.
“So who came into the room with you before class, huh?”
You honestly should’ve been more scared of his question, but you couldn’t even find the energy to turn around fully and refute his accusation. You merely exhale loudly through your nose, letting him know you were done talking in defense. He chuckles lowly and you can feel the vibrations from the rumble of his throat in such proximity to you.
“Better keep your pretty little mouth shut, unless you really are into getting degraded by Vlad,” he leans forward, his mouth right next to your ears. You can’t stop the shiver that passes through your body as his tongue slips out to caress the shell of your lobe at the same time his hand reaches down and around your seat, just to pinch the flesh of your ass.
You jump slightly at the onslaught of sensations and harshly bite your lip to prevent a yelp leaving your mouth. Clenching your pen tighter in your hands is the only thing you can do his touch wanders underneath your skirt, feeling the flesh of your thighs clench together again to ward off his offensive advances, elatedly letting his coarse fingers run in between your cheeks and dip into the crevice of your mound.
The sound of your quiet whimpers and the sight of your rigid back is enough to send him over the edge.
He suddenly digs his dull nails into your soft skin, and leans further towards you. You can feel his mouth press against the shell of your ear as he hisses.
¨I asked you a question you quirkless whore. Who the fuck came into the classroom before you? Was it that freak again?¨
¨L/N, can you answer the question up on the board please?¨ Your teacher´s voice rings out from the front of the room, and you and your bully both jump at the intrusion.
The board in question has a jumble of words and numbers written on it, and in your frantic stupor none of it makes sense to you. But you know if you’r
e caught slacking off again, you might get written up.
¨Uh, l-let me check my notes really quick, sorry,” you mutter as you desperately flip through your notebook pages.
¨Actually sir, I think I can help Y/N out.¨ Unexpectedly, Hawkś buttery voice chimes in, much to your relief. He answers the question flawlessly, and even your teacher nods his head impressively.
You might´ve even said a thank you to him if he hadn't turned his head at the side just for you to see him lick a long stripe up a certain feather, the corners of his lips turning up into a sickly sweet smile.
You feel queasy.
Dabiś fingers strategically resume their ministrations again to gain your attention as they trail down into the junction of your mound, lower and lower until the pads of his stitched fingers rest on top of your clothed clit.
You jerk slightly and shoot a hand down underneath your desk to stop him from moving, but the second your palm wraps around his wrist his fingers press deeper against your nub.
Fuck.
You know what he wants, so you answer him just to end this torture.
¨I don't know who you saw walking with me, but if you're referring to Tenko, then he went to his class. Try not to make it so obvious that you´re jealous or insecure of him, it's pretty pathetic. I mean damn, you´re even starting to see visions of him around the school? Maybe you like him more than I do!¨ He scoffs under his breath but you can feel the temperature around you both rise up.
Successfully managing to yank his paused hand away from you, you throw his wrist backwards toward him, savagely relishing in his stunned silence, no doubt.
Without turning around, you end him on a good note.
¨Didn't realize you were into ‘weak nobodies’, Touya. Who's the freak now?¨ You don't personally believe such a vile notion, but you hope know itĺl be enough to shut his fragile ego up for now.
It does.
He doesn't touch or talk to you the rest of class, much to your satisfaction.
You don't smell the burning of a certain someone's foot in youropen bag, all your hard work from notes to projects going up in literal tiny flames.
***********************
The bell dings, and you waste no time shoving your binder into your bag, failing to notice little flecks of ashes billowing in the air when the belongings go into the scorched fabric. You yank both straps onto your shoulders and immediately start to get up, but are promptly stopped when two figures swarm you and force you back into your seat.
¨Where you runnin’ off to cutie? Don´t tell me you forgot to have lunch with your fiance?¨ Hawks shakes his head mockingly, tutting in disapproval.
¨Yeah, I mean, she obviously thinks I´m into her little boyfriend, so I guess I'll just have to sit with her to demonstrate how I'm into women.¨ Dabi sneers, towering over your seated figure.
You blanch, regretting your outburst from earlier, knowing that he was going to make you pay for it.
***********
Tenko slinks off into the courtyard to look for any possible signs of his phone around the same time Hawks and Dabi are leading you through the more deserted halls towards the cafeteria, their arms thrown over both sides of your shoulder, vile words and innuendos bordering on threats hissed into your ears.
He knows it wouldn´t do any good for your safety if he went off trying to spot you amongst the crowds, and frankly, he didn't really want to. Especially not when he knew who you were probably with.
Sitting with Miruko, Takeyama and Kamiji was a no-go, they would all be uncomfortable with his unsettling appearance there without you as everyone´s middleman. Maybe he could find Atsuhiro? Or even Iguchi? Surely he could find them and they could all converse about the latest game that came out, as they usually did.
Somehow he manages to make his way into the crowded commons being invisible to most had its benefits sometimes, especially when being shoved forwards as if he's not there gets him forwards faster and looks around the massive room for the other two social outcasts.
Lo and behold, he spots them towards the back of the mess hall, where most of the trash cans were placed.
Typical.
Iguchi unsurprisingly has his reptilian snout pressed into his console, his long talons clacking away at the buttons. It's a miracle he doesn’t rip the thing to shreds with how fast his fingers move. Atsuhiro is fiddling with his precious marbles on the stained table, shooting them at each other just to frantically put them back in their original place before they can fall off the table.
Tenko clears his throat, moves his hood slightly off his head and makes his way to them.
¨Hey guys,¨ he mutters as he reaches their table. They both look up and squint at him, breaking out of their dazes as they try to register him. Feigning a roll of his eyes, Tenko brushes the wiry bangs away from his face so they can get a good look at him.
¨Aahh, Tenko Shimura! Our old friend, have a seat, have a seat!¨ Atsuhiro claps his hands loudly, and Tenko cringes as people from other tables turn around to glare at the commotion. He can understand why the brunette was an outcast like him- he talked weird, like he was from olden times, and he thought life was a grand play. Minor criticisms, but it was enough to be deemed offensive in their school, enough for his ass to be kicked all the way to the back of the cafeteria, marinating in the dumpster stenches.
Quickly trying to avoid a bigger scene, the pale glaucous haired boy slides into a seat across from the two and nods at the lizard boy.
¨Iguchi,¨ He acknowledges, and the hybrid lifts his eyes for a second from the screen and curls his lips in his own greeting.
¨How´ve you been Shimura? Haven't seen you in a while, usually you´re hanging out with L/N, right?¨
Tenko scratches his neck and feels skin pile up under his nails.
¨Yeah, she um...I think she wanted to sit with some of her own friends today.¨
¨I thought you two hung out with the same people-¨ ¨So what game´re you playing? Is that the one that just came out?¨ He interrupts Iguchi, trying to avert the conversation away from you. The less eyebrows raised, the safer you both would be.
They talk about the latest games and consoles, grades and classes. It feels nice, honestly. Even if he's not as well known and presentable as you, he gets to bask in things he actually is passionate about. Not that you ignore his own hobbies, but it gets tiring after a while to talk about facials and hero work, girl stuff that he just never really understands. You act like a protector to him, and he appreciates it, he really does, but...sometimes it feels like he's more of a show dog, and not the cute kind. A kicked puppy-no, charity work is a more accurate representation of what he feels like when he sees the not-so-subtle sympathetic looks your friends throw at you when they think he's not looking.
Tenko loves you a lot, and he knows you do too. But sometimes it's hard to see past that aged love when, as Iguchi basically stated, his friends are your friends.
Funny thing is, he has no real friends apart from you.
Tenko loves you a lot, and he knows you know.
It's been hard to remember that constant love when Dabi and Hawks have been making his life a living hell, especially now when they know you´re so protective of him.
It´s hard to remember that love when you insist on putting the two of you in actual danger, just to walk down a stupid hallway together.
But he supposes he can't blame you all the way. He guesses maybe it's mommy issues from a younger age around the time he met you. It's the way he could cry into your shoulder after his father would beat him black and blue, it's the way you would rub his back soothingly and shush his cries, never really understanding why he was so upset in the first place but still doing your best to be there for him.
His father had sent his sister away overseas to some private school to better her education, so he truly was alone with his batshit crazy family situation. You provided him with unrequited love from an early age on, you were his safe haven, his sanctuary of sorts. It was true, you really were the only one who understood why he acted the way he did and you accepted him for it.
He supposes he should feel more grateful to you, but like how every child is supposed to fly the coop and become independent, you had unknowingly trimmed his already-deteriorating wings and tethered him back to your welcoming, warm embrace.
You had ruined him
Almost a half hour went by between the three boys, discussing a wide range of topics, and for the first time in a while, Tenko was actually comforted by another guys’ presence. He wasn't worrying about shielding his body from ammunition, or keeping his greasy bangs in front of his eyes so he wouldn't have to meet anyone´s judgemental gaze.
¨Hey man, you should come over one day. I got a couple of GTA discs we can try out, or COD if that's more your thing,¨ Iguchi offers, reaching his clawed hand out. ¨Why don't we all exchange numbers?¨
¨Y-yeah, that sounds great! Hold on, lemme get my ph-¨
But his excitement was cut short, when his hand patted empty pockets.
Oh.
He almost forgot.
¨Uhm, sorry, I kinda lost my phone yesterday. Maybe you guys could just write your numbers down here or something,¨ And he fished around his bag for an empty paper, pushing it across the dirty table to them. They didn't seem to mind-they promptly wrote down their digits in chicken scratch writing.
¨Got any trash?¨ He stands up, plucking a few plastic wrappers off his seat and extending his courtesy to them. They wave him off and he shrugs, making his way behind them towards the giant dumpsters.
The second he drops the scraps into the bin, some force shoves him face first into the reeking cesspool of school lunches. He grabs the edge of the bin in a split second, ignoring the slimy substances he feels underneath his palms and whips around for the source of the assault.
All he sees behind him is a retreating figure, with blond locks swaying with every sauntered step he takes away from the frazzled target.
His phone wasn't as far as he thought it was.
In fact, if he had the balls to follow the winged boy back to his table, he would've surely discovered his beat up phone case held captive in Hawks´s open bag. He would´ve also seen both boys keeping a miserable girl sandwiched between them.
Tenko would´ve seen all of that from a distance, but you were there in your own skin, fighting the urge to rip out a certain purple-burned aggravator´s staples, and preventing yourself from diving into your burned backpack, pulling out a nasty pair of scissors and giving a special birdbrain´s wings a well-needed cut.
¨Why so quiet sweetheart? Nothing bitchy to say now?¨ Dabi seethes in your ear as he busies a hand in pinching the soft flesh of your thighs, a 2.0 to your torment in the classroom.
¨No,¨ you gripe, trying to finish your spring rolls. A feather plucks the roll from midair as you lift it towards your mouth, and redirects it into its owner's mouth.
¨Mmm, Dabi, your bitch can cook right. You should've told me my sister-in-law was such a domestic homebody, I would´ve defended her from your evil clutches sooner,¨ Hawks chuckles with a mouth full of food. His arm is draped over your shoulders, fingers dangling oh-so-close to your chest. Shoving them off even in the hallway proved to be futile after they both used their respective quirks into silencing you every time a teacher walked by and you attempted to open your mouth in a plea of help.
¨I´m not his fucking bitch, you brainless pigeon,¨ and even though you know you can´t fully move with how close their proximity is, you still try and push them off.
But Dabi is having none of it, igniting his fingers on your thighs as his counterpart cooes at your irate state. Ignoring your gasps and writhes, he doesn't give a moment to prep you as he fully shoves his hand down your panties, your skirt bunching up further up your legs when he does.
You give him a desperate look, and he merely gives you a sneer in retaliation.
¨Where did you learn to talk like that? That shit´s not gonna fly with me when I put a ring on it, bitch. If I hear you mouthing off like that again I'll personally make sure there's a better use for that slutty hole,¨ and at that his fingers start moving and heating up again, Hawk´s arm forearm tightening around you to prevent you from making a scene while the ravanette circles calloused digits around your wet nub.
He leans closer to your ear, and the rings adorning his lips feel cold against your skin. On the other side of you, the blond is smiling knowingly down at you, brushing his thumb against your neck.
You jerk as Dabi breathes into your ear, ¨But something tells me you wouldn't mind that too much. I mean if you´re not exactly screaming for help right now then I guess you must want this as much as I do. Fucking whore.¨
You shake visibly at the strength Hawks is using to counter your escape attempts, Dabi´s fingers tweaking your clit hard every time you jerk your body to the side.
¨No, no, what the hell? I don't want this, I don't want anyone to see me like this-!¨
¨Oh, is that what it is? Even so, I'm sure you remember our little talk the day before, right? About me laying off your friend, if you just take it like a good slut. Don´t think I haven´t forgotten about him, Y/N.¨
And then you still. Because of all the emotions running through your frantic head right now, you keep Tenko above all the other bullshit. He doesn't deserve your share of hell, he's already gotten his fill.
Red silk and lace cloud Touya´s mind.
¨We´re just friends¨.
¨That's a good girl,” your fiance whispers, kissing your outer ear and laving his tongue across the rim of it. You whine quietly and try to draw further into yourself-which is miraculously allowed by the blond as Dabi tugs you closer into his black shirt, his fingers down your skirt and teasing your slick entrance.
The Hawks watches you shamelessly, playing with a stray feather between his hands as Dabi descends his mouth to your neck, nipping you lightly and then harder when you squirm.
Your seating position is most unfortunate, the boys having picked an area that most teachers don't pass through on account of other delinquents settling in as well. No one would bother them here, just passing it off as PDA that the rest of them have no shame in showing either.
¨Oh! I haven't asked about your family yet. That's what good fiances do, right Keigo?¨ Dabi exclaims suddenly, lifting his head to give the amused blond a knowing look. Hawks hums in assent, eager to see how much more you could take of their special attention.
¨So did your mom ask how her beloved son-in-law is doing? You told her all about our quality time together?¨ His other hand creeps beneath your shirt, your stomach muscles clenching painfully tight at his unwanted contact.
¨Did daddy ask how I’m treating his precious little girl?¨
You bite your lip hard and squeeze your eyes shut as your bra is moved up, fingers trailing upwards towards your nipple. Hawks´ eyes are glinting as he watches in silence, his pupils dilated at the scene in front of him.
¨Or, actually, maybe save that nickname for me. I'd love to be the first to break it to him that his princess has a new daddy, a better one who broke her faster than he ever could.¨
A sob builds up in your throat. There´s 15 minutes left of lunch.
¨Maybe after we get married, we can just crash at your place,¨ he hides his mouth behind your hair, but you and Hawks can hear his low gravelly voice as he murmurs, ¨So they can hear me fuck the living daylights out of their precious baby girl...make sure you´re loud too, ´wanna let them know you´re a woman now. A married woman who´s gonna slave away for her husband, down on her hands and knees like she's supposed to-
Ding ding ding
His phone goes off, pausing him from his vile monologue.
You exhale in relief when he growls under his breath at the interruption, reaching for the offensive device.
But instead of pressing the decline button after seeing the screen, his face goes slack and pales tremendously.
His hands retreat from their perverse activities underneath your clothes, and you turn to him fully surprised now. You try to lean over to see the caller ID, but your less-than-pleased fiance actually shoves you off of him, right into Hawks (who thankfully catches you).
You look up at him who seems equally bewildered, and then at Dabi who holds the phone to his ear.
He gulps and clears his throat before he speaks.
¨Hello?¨ It still holds his raspy tone, but you can't detect his usual snarkiness.
There´s a pause as he listens, and then he gets up from the table and walks away without so much as a second glance to the both of you.
Hawks, being a guy who's too fast and too smart for his own good, already has an inkling as to who could emit such a reaction from the arsonist.
A wandering feather that brushes against your leg jerks you out of your stupor, and you flinch away from the warm body that caught you.
He laughs a real laugh this time, not one with any malice or with undertones of perverseness in it as you scuttle back to the other side of the short table. You glower at the floor as he rests his elbow on the table, cheek in his hand. He tilts his head at you, very birdlike and for a moment in his open eyes, you can understand why Mirko likes him so much.
But fuck if he wasn´t a total scumbag on the inside.
¨Aw come on sweetheart, you know I don´t bite. We just wanna mess with ya´, it's cute seeing you get all nervous and shy. I gotta admit, it's a nice change from your, ah, colorful language.¨
Your head whips up to face him, and you let out a short, humorless laugh at his audacity.
¨Mess with me? Hawks, you guys are fucking assaulting me. It's not funny or cute, and I know your little innocent act is complete bullshit. I know what you guys do to Tenko, and the fact that you don't even stop Tou- I mean, Dabi from it shows you´re just as bad as him!¨ You bang your fist on the table, acting out now since the worst one out of the duo is out of commission for the time being.
But instead of narrowing his eyes and shooting feathers at you to shut you up, he merely smiles wider and shrugs in indifference, never taking his eyes off of you.
It's hard not to gape at him. What kind of world was he living in, where none of this had any effect on him? All this-this bullying and torment was just fun jests for him.
But you know it's less pure with your betrothed. You know with him, it's some fucked up power-play, a show of dominance that you want no part in.
You can't help but toss a glance to where he was now, 20 feet away and speaking intensely into the speaker.
¨You know, if you stopped fighting him and just gave in it would be a lot easier for you. He likes putting you down and getting a reaction out of you.¨
You don't tear your gaze away from Dabi, so you don't see Hawks lean in and take advantage of your distracted focus.
¨He gets off on it.¨
His velvety voice rumbles right next to you, and you whip around and slap a hand over your ear as a shiver simultaneously passes through your body. He doesn't move, however, but merely leans back and throws an arm over the back of your seat, grinning like a madman.
¨See, this is exactly why I´m not giving in yet. What the fuck is wrong with you both? How could you think something so fucked up is funny? No wonder you both give Tenko hell-¨
You clamp a hand over your mouth, forgetting in your rage not to mention the taboo name. Your eyes search gold ones for any sign of similar hate that you find in cerulean orbs, but there is none.
All he does is raise an eyebrow and strain his smile a little.
¨Between you and me, sweet thing, it really is in your best interest not to mention Shimura´s name around Dabi. I don't really know why he's got it out for that dude, but it doesn't really help Dabi calm down when his wife-to-be is prancing hand-in-hand around school with him.¨ Your lip curls in discontentment, and you feign a scowl at Hawks´ words.
¨Why does he even care? It shouldn't matter who I hang out with, it's not like I'm cheating on Dabi or anything. Besides, he doesn't even like me, he just wants some girl he can ruin.¨
A few moments of silence pass, and then he speaks. What he says makes your heart seize up, and the butterflies kick in again, much to your disappointment.
¨Is that what you think? Man, you both have a long way to go, then.¨ You want to ask what he means, but you´re unfortunately interrupted when a very unwanted lanky figure plops next to you, jostling you to move over.
¨ ´Just had something to take care of,¨ is all Dabi offers as he starts packing up his stuff from the table.
¨Who was it? Was that your dad?¨ Hawks presses.
Dabi´s eye twitches.
¨Yeah. ‘Was calling about some stupid assignment I failed, giving me shit about it.¨
¨He usually doesn't call you at school,¨ is followed by a raised gold eyebrow.
¨I know. I was actually almost excited for once-¨ Dabi laughs bitterly, and you just listen with your head down, utterly confused. What was the deal between him and his dad?
And just in time, the bell for dismissal rings.
Thank god.
You silently pack your belongings as well, hoping that this time you could slip out and actually see Tenko for a couple of minutes if he was waiting for you like you told him to, but as usual, your beloved fiance intervened.
¨You´re always rushing off when the bell rings, doll. Where are you going in such a hurry? I hope our company didn´t make you uncomfortable or anything,¨ he snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you in tight, leering at you.
¨I just don't want you guys getting me late for class,¨ you mutter, avoiding his lecherous gaze.
¨You sure no one's waiting for you out there? Maybe we could both go and say hi to whoever´s taking up all your time-¨
¨Uh, no no! That's okay, I really was just making sure I wasn't late. We can go to class together though, no worries.¨ You quickly grab onto his jacket sleeve and look at him with big eyes and a little smile in a shameless, desperate attempt to deter an inevitable bloodbath.
He raises his eyebrows at your volume and the way you clutch at him while simultaneously quelling the blush that creeps onto his face and the smoke that was comically coming out of his ears. If his fiance was throwing herself at him for the first time, then who was he to reject her?
¨Alright, let's go then,¨ he steers you out towards the entrance of the cafeteria, and you force your legs from grounding themselves and running in the opposite direction of where he was taking you.
You feel him squeeze you tighter, and you raise your head at him, startled to find him already looking you over with a strangely soft expression. It wasn't anything deemed romantic for sure, but it was a lot different than his usual sneers and scowls. Your stomach does somersaults at this new expression that was privy for your eyes only, his piercing blue eyes rendering you speechless.
He looks so much better when his mouth is closed, and his eyes do the talking instead.
However, Dabi does in fact open his mouth, not to spew venom, but to say something that makes your heart beat even faster.
¨Yḱnow, all jokes aside, you weren't too annoying at lunch. Maybe it's ´cause you kept your fat mouth shut with a shit ton of food, but you were pretty tolerable.¨ you quietly scoff at his backhanded compliment as you both exit the hall, Hawks trailing a couple feet behind you, both sides of his shoulders clutched by fangirls who seemingly spawned out of nowhere.
¨I´d say the same to you if you weren't feeling me up every five seconds and mouthing off like a-¨
¨-But, yeah, thanks for actually sitting with me. I really would like it if we did this more often,¨ he murmurs so quietly that you´d think he was talking to himself. He isn’t looking at you anymore, his gaze squinted as he navigates through the crowded and loud hallway.
You want to point out that technically he wasn't really giving you a choice of where to sit when he threatened you like earlier, but something in you tells you to stay quiet as he maneuveres your body around so that no other student would bump into you by accident.
A sense of whiplash comes over you at that moment. Only a mere couple of minutes before he was calling you his bitch and terrorizing you, but now with that soft gleam in his eyes and the confession he was giving you, it feels like it was only you two at the moment regardless of the massive crowd swarming around.
If Hawks was a little closer within earshot, you have a feeling that Dabi would be acting very differently, no doubt. But nevertheless, you swallow your apprehension and acknowledge his different aura.
¨Sure, Touya. We can sit together more often...as long as you lay off the handsy part, we haven't gotten there yet. We've barely been able to have decent conversations, but I´ll try if you try too.¨ While you say that, you subtly try to look around for Tenko but find it hard as Dabi maintains eye contact with you and pulls you along the school. You glumly give up as you both turn the corner to where the classes were.
He ignores everything else you say, solely cherry picking where you said his real name, again. Dabi didn't particularly care for all the other bullshit you uttered, but he shuddered when you stroked a thumb against his hand. He was glad that their plus one had opted to not be in their faces at the moment, because it was nice for once to say something relatively normal to you. Because in the end, he might be a menace but he wasn't delusional. He really could see you as his wife, not just on her hands and knees like he had purred about earlier, but actually as someone who could offer him a new, better life than the one he had at his own home.
He saw it in the way you gazed so softly at Tenko, saw it in the way your voice lilted higher and in the way you softly pull his scratching hand away from his marred skin
The way your lips puckered as your mouth invited another bite of food made his chest ache with a weird feeling he couldn't quite place a stitched finger on. The scowl you gave him and Hawks both when you sensed they were about to fuck with you more made him want you in a way that he had never wanted anyone so close before. He wanted to be the reason your scowl would eventually turn into a smile, but for the meantime he knew he couldn't refrain from seeing fear and panic in your eyes. You were cute, with a body and a smart mouth to match. Dabi guessed that you were also taken aback by his sudden intimate gestures, and he couldn't help himself to hope that you had a slight inkling of what your presence was slowly starting to do to him.
But if you thought that you had newfound leverage on him, or thought that he was wrapped around your finger by a small sentence he said, then you were more stupid than he was givng you credit for.
Because the second you bit your lip and looked away after touching his hand lightly, he turned his head back and made eye contact with Hawks, giving him a knowing look.
Hawks´ wings flex as he gives a cheshire grin to his counterpart, letting him know he already knew what to do.
¨Sorry girls, ´gotta head to class, can´t let my grades fall. I´ll catch you two later, yeah?¨
He is met with simpering ¨yeah, sure!¨´s and ¨of course, text me though!¨ as they sashay away.
¨Definitely,¨ He chuckles, running a hand through his floppy hair.
As if he would be caught dead texting Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
But anyways, back to business.
He cracks his knuckles and stretches above his head, letting out a satisfied groan as he leisurely pulls out a phone. It takes some scrolling before finding the message, and bingo, he finds the right hallway adjacent to the cafeteria after backtracking his steps a bit.
Lo and behold, who was already there? That's right, none other than Tenko Shit-mura. Hawks´ eyebrow raises as he sends a quick message from Tenko´s phone, and pockets the device.
¨You´ve got balls, I´ll give you that.¨ Tenko whips around in horror as he puts the voice together with the person. His thumbs overlap each other and alternate to scratch at his scabbed arms and neck. It's something near a miracle to Hawks as he can't fathom why a girl of your stature would hang around with this degenerate. Sure, he himself had girls sucking his dick in every crevice of the school and outside, but at least he had a name for himself, and a reputation befitting of a god´s.
This thing?
¨Oh, h-hey Hawks,¨ and the unamused blond curls his lip in disgust as Tenko´s wavering words were almost drowned out by the sound of vigorous scratching. ¨I was just waiting for Iguchi-¨
¨-And Atsuhiro, right? Funny, they left the caf´ at the same time you did, so why exactly are you here?¨ He smirks and folds his arms, leaning on the lockers.
It was borderline hysterical how white Tenko´s face went, and Hawks distantly wonders how much whiter could his face go before real blood and veins were visible behind the mess of scarred facial features.
Poor Tenko stammers and stutters over his words trying to find a good enough reason as to why he was lingering there, but he needn't worry so much, because unfortunately for him, Hawks knows exactly why.
He holds up Tenko´s phone casually and grins at his ashen face as if they were old buddies.
¨Didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with other people´s toys?¨ Tenko makes a quick swipe at the phone suspended in midair, but only succeeds in getting sliced by a few directed feathers.
He groans and clutches his now bleeding stomach, holding up a hand to see a thin line of red adorning his cracked skin.
Hawks shrugs as if nothing had happened, and cocks his head at his victim. ¨I decided, if you can't learn to keep your nose out of other people's things then I have every right to keep yours.¨
¨Give it back man, I don´t know what your deal is, but if this is about Y/N then I swear I haven't been anywhere near her.¨ Tenko looks at him desperately and Hawks chuckles lightly, making the other´s heart sink.
¨Yeah, you have. You might be just as gross and sly as Dabi is, but you´re not smarter than me.¨ He waves the device in his snug hand. ¨She might just see you as her friend, but we both know you want her more than that.¨ Tenko loves you.
¨In my opinion, she looked better in red.¨ His steel colored head snaps to see his phone screen showing the messages he was so afraid of them finding out about.
¨That's not fair, that was so long ago, way before Y/N even knew Dabi.¨ ¨You think that's gonna matter to him?¨ He pushes himself off the wall and advances with his hands in his pockets towards Tenko, who is now frantically scrabbling back on all fours like a mutt.
¨The fact that it even happened is a given that you´re a dead fucker now, Shimura. And don't think I don't see you two running around in the hallways trying to avoid me and Dabi, he sees all that too, y´know. We've both got eyes around the school.¨ He crouches in front of Tenko, and his grin turns ugly into a sneer when the shit-stain on the floor flinches and raises his hands up as if he were about to be hit.
¨Why does Dabi care so much about me and her? She´s gonna be married to him, not me. He gets her officially, not me.¨ Tenko says rather bitterly, in Hawks´ opinion.
¨He hates how close you are to her. He's jealous, simply put, at how well you know her, how you make her smile and put her at ease. It drives him crazy that some social reject like you has seen her body and the best and worst parts of her before he has, and that's why he lashes out at her. These pictures just prove to him that you need to be removed from the scene. Permanently.¨
¨Okay, I get that, but then why are you so involved with it? What are you even getting out of snitching for him?¨ Hawks´s eyes glint and darken, sending a sinister shiver down Tenko´s back. He licks his lips and leans close, giving a confession of his own.
¨´Cause if your guys´ shared whore screws up again, I might get a taste of her too. Personally, I couldn't care less about Dabi´s heart, but I wanna see why this girl is worth all this trouble.¨ The fallen soldier recoils slightly at his implication.
Tenko forces himself to take deep breaths and to stop his shaking. He needs to get his phone back and go to the nurse before anyone sees this scene.
¨Just give me my phone back dude, please,¨ He hisses desperately, outstretching a gnarled hand.
Hawks studies him for a moment. He was almost disappointed in Dabi that the flame user was so butt-hurt about this pathetic sack of bones being closer to his girl than he was.
But that's what he gets when he holds onto a shred of hope that someone could be a candle to his everlasting flames.
¨Here,¨ and he takes momentary mercy on Tenko, tossing his phone on the ground in front of him.
He starts walking away, wings ruffling with foreboding anticipation as he pulls out his own phone to send a message to the man of the hour.
But before he does, he calls out over his shoulder a warning to the boy on the ground.
¨If you see her again, you won't be the only one getting buried that day¨.
Tenko scratches his neck.
*************
Ashtray: Was he there?
2:00 pm: Yup, you were right. Guess they never learn, huh?
Ashtray: Whatever, I have her phone and I just sent him the message. Send me a feather so I can send it back to her class
2:01 pm: You deleted the message right?
Ashtray: Obviously. You too?
2:01 pm: Yeah, did it as soon as I saw him standing there
Ashtray: Good. Make sure the area is clear after school
Call Kai over too, I'm gonna need him when I'm preoccupied
And unbeknownst to you, a velvet feather was indeed carrying a small cellular device on its back, weaving in and out of empty hallways to find your designated classroom.
The silent plumage floats stealthily through the slightly ajar door and makes sure to stay low to the ground as it approaches your desk. Luckily there's an opening in your bag, so it quietly drops your phone inside while you tediously take notes.
It can't help itself when your legs cross over themselves; you look so unassuming and innocent that it just has to get a quick taste. The feather travels up the expanse of your leg up to your inner thigh, and gently brushes against you, laying some pressure on it as well.
From his own classroom, Hawks shivers in sickening pleasure when he senses the vibration of your gasp and the quickening of your heartbeat as you jolt and look underneath your desk.
But you find nothing, the feather already having been directed to whizz out of the room and back to its owner.
¨What the hell,¨ you mutter to yourself as you brush the crawling feeling off your skin. You glance at your bag for a second, and then do a double take when you see the screen of your phone glowing.
After taking a quick glance at your preoccupied teacher, you reach for the device and squint at the notification that shows on your lockscreen.
One new message from Ten-ten.
Ten-ten: Meet me behind the training grounds outside after school, its urgent
Your brows crease in concern and you tap a message back to him.
2:05: Are you okay? What happened?
2:07: Where were you today after lunch? I didn't see you outside the lunchroom
2:06: And when did you get your phone back?
2:10: Hello?
And from across the school, Tenko is trudging away from the nurse's office back to his own classroom, frowning at your message as well.
Y/N: Meet me behind the training grounds outside after school, its urgent
He sighs and drags a gnarled hand down his weary face, stopping his fingers under his jaw to dig his nails into the thin flesh.
2:06: We can't meet up again at school, Dabi and Hawks are gonna kill both of us
2:08: I´m serious
He's in his classroom now, and his unease has merely grown. You were usually so good at texting him back promptly, what´s wrong now?
Biting a fingernail, he hesitates before using his other free hand to type some more.
2:10: You okay?
Almost 30 minutes pass, and Dabi is counting each second in anticipation.
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The sounding chime of the school bell causes Shimura to stop his periodic scratching and leg-bouncing, instead opting to shoot up out of his seat and bound out the classroom to where you said you were.
Anxiety clouds over and erases all rational thought from his disturbed mind when he thinks of your lack of response.
Were you mad at him? Were you safe?
A stronger man with more self control would have resisted from going to check up on the girl that caused so much trouble for him, but Tenko was not a strong man. He was weak, and soft-willed, and if he was already getting the life beat out of him any other day because of his weakness, then what would one more catalyst be?
His bony figure is ricocheted off various bodies as he bolts down the halls towards the back of the school, looks of disgust thrown his way and noses scrunched as he mutters occasionally, ¨Sorry, excuse me¨ and ¨My bad, I´m sorry¨. It doesn't deter him, he's used to the disdain by now and with the thought of you in mind he finally reaches the back of the Quirk Training facility, shoving through the double doors.
Muted sunlight peeks through the large trees that loom over the area, the sky already turning a russet color in the beginning of its descent. He looks around wildly for you, and then he finally spots you in all your oblivious glory standing at the edge of the fence, your face slightly covered from the large sakura branches winding over the mesh.
Tenko releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, and starts approaching you.
You´re playing with the vines growing on the fence, but you turn around when you hear footsteps coming near.
¨Hey! What´s up?¨
¨I could ask you the same thing,¨ he says warily, looking you up and down to make sure you seemed unscathed. ¨What's going on? Why haven't you been answering any of my texts?¨
You raise an eyebrow and laugh a little, thinking that he was messing with you.
¨Huh? You´re the one who called me here. And you didn't send any messages to me, look.¨ He grabs the phone that you thrust in his face, scratching lighty at his collarbones.
You gently swat his hand away and watch as he thumbs through your chat log.
His own brows furrow and he looks at you weirdly as he produces his own device, flipping the screen around and showing you the many messages he sent not too long ago.
You squint at the blue light and look back up at him, mouth agape.
¨Wait, so you didn't call me here? I tried texting you too, but I didn't get an answer. I just thought you were busy or something.¨
¨Look, I don't know what's going on here, but we need to leave,¨ He says anxiously as he grabs your arm and starts to pull you around the corner. ¨This is weird, I don't like it-¨
¨Hold it you two.¨
You both freeze, ice flooding through both your systems as you recognize the lazy voice.
Slowly, you turn your head to face the last person you wanted to see in this state.
Hawks is leaning casually against the brick wall, wings flared out to their fullest extent. Next to him is a new guy you´ve never seen before, a brunette with gold eyes like Hawks´ and a black beak mask to match. His hands are clad in white gloves, and he periodically keeps checking the watch on his pale wrist as if he has somewhere to be.
He's surrounded by cronies, tattoos covering the expanse of their bulky arms and baseball bats along with guns strapped over their heads or twiddling through their fingers.
You think you´re going to throw up.
Dabi is the first to speak, his guttural voice cutting through the thick, tense air like a serrated rusted knife.
¨Well, shit doll. I didn't think I'd have to break my future house slut so quickly.¨
¨Dabi, wait, there's been a misunderstanding-¨ ¨-And you,¨ he draws on as if you hadn't spoken. You tried to catch his eye but it seemed like he was purposely avoiding you, instead going for drilling invisible holes through Tenko´s head.
If you had asked him, he was granting you mercy and your last shred of dignity by not letting you continue speaking, before he viciously strips it away from you. He feels as though if he hears your voice right now, the entire pavilion will go up in flames, including the chicken bastard and the Shie Hassaiki members.
He stuffs his inflamed palms into his fire-deterrent pants to quell his unbridled rage. To anyone else he seemed at sick ease in having the upper hand, but in all honesty, Dabi would be lying if he said he really did wish you would have passed his test and not met with Tenko.
¨You´ve got a lot of balls to be talking to my bitch for such a dickless wonder. I thought after beating it into your skull for a couple of years that you'd understand where your place is.¨
Out of the corner of your eye, a massive wooden bat swings towards Tenko and smashes against his head with a sickening thud.
They must have surrounded you from the other side of the building too when you both were distracted.
You scream so loudly you can feel your vocal cords vibrating in your throat. Everything seems to move ten times faster as you´re suddenly yanked back by invisible feathers, and dragged almost 15 feet away from Tenko´s unmoving body right into Dabi´s cruel embrace.
He harshly spins you around and shakes you like a ragdoll, staring you straight in your horrified eyes.
¨I told you not to hang around him, right? Well, if you don´t wanna listen to me, then at least listen to the beautiful sounds of your precious boy toy getting his skull bashed in.¨
And with that he spins you around again, a vice-like grip on your arms as he traps you against his hard body. You´re faced with front-row seats to watch the nauseating scene of Tenko indeed getting beaten to a pulp.
¨I´m going to make you fucking regret it,¨ He hisses in your ear, but you´re so dizzy with blood and teeth littering the ground filling your vision that you can´t even move.
You vaguely hear Hawks tsk next to you, leaning against the wall and stretching his wings as if he had better places to be. As if watching a kid getting beaten half to death was something he saw every day.
Grunts and jeering comments come from the large tattooed boys while they rain blow after blow on Tenko´s shuddering body. You can't even comprehend what kind of pain he´s in from the inhumane shrieks that come out of him. It was mesmerizingly terrifying how a human being could make sounds like the ones he was making, ranging from low wails of pleading mercy to high pitched cries of pain when they began kicking him.
Feet pound on his back, crushing his paper-thin skin against the gravel, causing it to rip and tear,allowing rivers of blood to pool around his form. Now-cracked baseball bats become dented as they explode down on his head, and you distantly wonder how he's still alive with bits of hair and membrane clinging to the wood.
Your best friend flinches every time contact is made with his body; his fingers are curled and raised above his head to protect himself, and you think you can make out his chest puffing in and out a mile a minute. He might be having a panic attack, you´re not sure and you want to run to him, but the loud ringing in your head and the tears that cascade down your face are indications that you know you´re utterly trapped right now. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.
¨Stop,¨ you croak from the confines of Dabi´s arms, clawing at his jacket. ¨Please, stop, you're killing him.¨
Dabi releases an arm to tap on his chin in mocking contemplation. ¨Hmm...tempting, but no thanks doll. This is supposed to be a lesson, not a freebie.¨ ¨Are we done from here?¨ A nasaly bored voice emerges from the background laughs and screams. The brunette with the beak-mask is standing a little away from Hawks, sighing and rolling his eyes.
Is everyone here excluding you and Tenko a psychopath? How does Dabi even know them?
Not that you could say you were surprised, however. A man cruel enough to execute something like this surely has a heart blacker than coal.
¨Dabi, please!¨ you sob hysterically now, the pained noises coming from Tenko are coming out softer and less frequently now, you think he might die soon if one more bat slams into his ribcage. ¨I´ve learned my lesson, please, please don't do this to him.¨ you cry and beat your fists against his arms, which only squeeze painfully around your middle.
¨Nah, I don't think you have, actually. You said that last time, and look what's happening because of your lies,¨ he jeers at you, exchanging a smirk with Hawks.
¨I´ll do anything,¨ you whisper in desperation, looking at him full in his poker face.
¨Anything?¨ His brows raise gleefully, and you nod vigorously, not caring what that means for you, only concerned that the assault on the motionless body mere feet away from you stops.
Dabi regards you for a moment, taking in your tears and wobbling lip, before he finally turns to the masked man, and gives him a curt nod. ¨Alright, we´re done here Kai. Take your guys and leave.¨
The man named Kai dusts off his purple jacket and calls out for his boys to stop.
¨That's enough. We´re going.¨ He wrinkles his nose in afterthought. ¨And make sure you clean your stuff off, I don't wanna deal with bloody bats...god knows how many diseases that thing is carrying, ´looks like it has mange.¨
That thing is currently groaning in difficulty to lift his face out of a puddle of his own blood, tears, and snot, almost choking on the mixed liquids invading his mouth and nostrils
He blearily lifts his head ever so slightly, and sees you writhing in Dabi´s embrace, one of his forearms wrapped around the front of her throat and evidently choking you from the way you frantically gulp in air.
He hoarsley whispers out your name, and you heave out another dry sob when you see his lips form your name in them. He painfully and slowly starts to rise up to his hands and knees, and it's like looking at a baby stand up for the first time from the amount of visible shaking you can see in his broken limbs.
Dabi, you, Hawks, and Kai as well as the groupies all watch in awe as the stick-thin figure manages to elbow his way up, and Hawks scoffs in disbelief at Tenko´s grit. A man in his state shouldn't even be able to blink.
Meanwhile, you can feel your fiance's arms tremble in barely concealed rage from watching the blatant act of disrespect.
You want to tell Tenko to just stay the fuck down, and don´t piss them off further, but part of you takes savage pride in his perserverance.
Is he just used to this? Is that why it's so easy for him to disregard the volumes of blood that come vomiting out of his mouth? How long has he been accustomed to places other than his heart being broken?
It's hard not to cringe as he places his bloodied palms against the sharp concrete; you can see tiny pebbles embed themselves in his open wounds, and his fingers bend in unnatural ways as he elevates himself and maintains eye contact with just you.
You think he's crying, but it's hard to tell when your own vision is blurry.
It´s quiet for a moment after everyone witnesses Tenko´s own version of a fuck you, until Kai turns on his heels, his boys immediatley scrambling towards their leader as he makes to leave.
He walks towards Hawks, and you can hear him murmur, ``You owe me.¨ He gives a curt nod to Dabi who merely grunts.
Hawks, ever the optimist, laughs joyfully and reaches out a hand towards the beaked boy. ¨Of course man! We'll be in touch soon.¨
Kai merely waves his hand in a resemblance of a farewell, crinkling his nose at Hawks´ outreached one. He rounds the corner, his boys smirking in tow, and then they´re gone. As if nothing has happened.
The silence grows louder, deafening your ears. The only reprieve you get from feeling mounting terror of being vulnerable without anyone around is when Tenko starts hacking, his arms buckling underneath his weight in an effort to keep upright.
And then they surround you.
****
¨What's with the tears baby? You knew this was gonna happen, we warned you-¨
¨-Scared you´re gonna end up like him? Good, but I´ll be honest, I think cum would look better coating your face-¨
¨-You didn't actually think I was gonna let you get away with this shit again, did you? God you´re such a spoiled slut, I´m gonna enjoy breaking you down like your parents never did-¨
Shoving you around and into each other, groping you, leering right in your personal space, advancing towards you so that you stumbled backwards closer to Tenko.
¨No, stop, leave me-us alone, stay away from me!¨ You scream, and Dabi wraps an inflamed hand around your upper arm, racking up the volume of your cries.
¨Shut the fuck up. You don't get to complain anymore, you're gonna finish your punishment you little brat.¨
You wail as you wrench yourself out of his grip, fueled by pure adrenaline. Ignoring your searing flesh, you try running around them but with a lazy flick of Hawk´s wrist, numerous feathers catch you around your collar and feet, pulling you back. Your thrashing only serves in getting cut up more, and they deposit you less-than-gently right next to Tenko.
He watches with wide eyes and shakes his head with urgency for you to leave, to run again, but his head is forcefully slammed to the ground by the blond´s boot. You hear a crunch from his nose and bile rises from your throat as you try scrambling towards him out of instinct.
¨Do you have a death wish? Stop worrying about him, and worry about yourself for a second doll, you´re gonna want to.¨ A scarred hand grabs your chin and yanks it to face him. His lips are curled back, his lids lowered and his eyebrows are raised.
You jerk your head back and spit in his face. ¨You´re not gonna get away with this Touya.¨ You don't even care about using his other moniker anymore. ¨How the fuck can I not worry about him? Look at him! You´re the crazy one!¨
He snickers and crouches to your level, moving forward until your rapid crab-walk backwards results in your back hitting the brick wall.
¨You hear that Keigo? I´m gonna pay for this, oh no, however will I recover?¨ He simpers, joining in Keigo´s boisterous cackles.
You risk a panicked glance at Tenko. At least there wasn't a boot on the back of his head anymore, but you didn't gain any comfort when he was roughly grabbed by his shirt and lifted up to a sitting position facing you, Hawks smugly holding his head up from rolling around in its socket.
His face was a mess. You could barely recognize his thin, narrow features anymore when his whole head was caked with splotches of liquid red, mud, and gravel piercing his cheeks. His mouth was gaping, filled with yet even more blood, and where his teeth used to be was instead gaping holes and vermillion-stained cracked bone
Now that he's sitting somewhat upright, you can clearly see protrusions where his ribs are, clearly indicating breaks and torn ligaments.
But your attention is directed to the monster in front of you. He rests a burning hand on your calf, and you whimper as you try to pull back from the unbearable pain. You were certain that if when you got out of here, you´d need to go to an infirmary immediately.
Touya stops your leg from retreating, holding it down while simultaneously trailing his digits up your leg, crawling forward even closer to you with the most disgusting shit-eating grin on his face while doing so. All your pleas of ¨Stay back¨ and ¨Don't come any closer Touya, I swear-!¨ does nothing to deter him, rather goading him on while your audience of two watches in horror from one man and perverted amusement with the other.
¨Yeah? Or what, huh? You gonna hit me with your quirk? Oh wait, you don't have one.¨
He straddles you, pressing his chest against yours and shamelessly looking down when your breasts swell from the pressure. You bite your lip and turn your head, taking in quick inhales to avoid breathing in too much of the smell of smoke.
¨Nuh-uh princess, I want your eyes on me now when I fuck you. I’m gonna show you who daddy is today.¨
You don’t know what kind of adrenaline rush you experience when the words slip out, “That’s rich from the guy who practically creamed his pants when he talked to his own daddy. Why don’t you solve your own daddy issues before starting mine, huh?”
He slaps you so hard you see stars within the setting sun.
It's hard to tell who hates who more at the moment, but regardless, it doesn’t stop Dabi from grabbing your cunt and squeezing hard.
Your lids fly open and your head snaps forward to face him in sheer panic, the moment of bravado gone as the chemicals pumping through your brain catch up to your heart.
¨Wait, no-¨
In one fluid movement, he clenches his thighs on either side of yours, and uses his legs to flip you over. With the same momentum, he grabs your arms and yanks you to the new switched position; him against the wall and you in between his legs, back to his chest.
In another time, Touya would have been secretly overjoyed being pressed against you so intimately like this. It almost felt domestic, not that he knew anything about that word, but it was the closest feeling he could pinpoint to it. His heart was pounding, and he wondered if you could feel it against your back.
He hoped you could.
The vague sounds of Shit-mura noisily inhaling through his broken nose only bothered him slightly, the feeling of his counterpart´s greedy eyes scanning your body and his hold on you barely registered. He was in a zone of his own at that moment, just the two of you, regardless of the circumstances.
Touya didn´t actually think of this as a punishment, no, he thought of this simply as an opportunity to unapologetically make love fuck you and show you how much he wants you who´s boss. Nothing personal, just business. You have to learn how to please your husband eventually right? Might as well let him show you how a woman is supposed to act in front of a man.
It was just pure bad luck for you that you got saddled with a man who wants you to act like a whore for him.
¨Yo, Keigo, help me out here, the bitch won't stop moving.¨ He grunts out, struggling to subdue your flailing limbs. Despite him amping up the temperature in his palms against your stomach and arms, you still continued to try and escape him.
He couldn't bear to do any worse, the tears rolling down your face already made his heart feel funny and he didn't want to feel anything anymore.
Hawks sighed dramatically and unleashed a few of his feathers to aid Dabi. Immediately your wrists were pinned to your sides, your feet weighed down by the sheer force of the plumage. You break down and sob to your heart's content, knowing that you were done for.
Touya feels your body slacken, and he quickly put out the fire in his fists.
¨Watch the show, Tenko. I know you´ve been dying for a piece of this ass for a while, anyways.¨
Hawks jerks Tenko´s chin forwards, ensuring that his attention was on you as Dabi began feeling you up, relishing in how your rib cage shook with heaves as you shook in his arms. He shoved his hands underneath your shirt and lifted the hem up all the way over you, the feather pulling your arms above you for easier access.
A sudden breeze rattled you to your core, but it wasn´t just the weather that made your teeth chatter.
It was the sick desperation and rapt attention in Tenko´s eyes. It was Keigo was looking you over with lowered lids, palming himself and hissing when Dabi took a mismatched finger and pulled your bra cups down ever so slightly, teasing the boys with cleavage and a hint of areola.
¨Touya, please,¨ you squint your eyes shut and turn your head away from salacious gazes. ¨If-if you´re gonna do this, please don't let them watch.¨
¨Nah sweetheart,¨ he simpers as he burns the straps off your undergarment, allowing the sheer protection to fall to the gravel. ¨You wanted to whore yourself out, right? Well, this is what happens to little whores who don´t wanna keep their legs closed.¨ His voice is right at your ear, nipping and suckling the senstivie flesh while his ruthless hands take handfuls of your tits and squeeze them, rub them together, weigh them appreciatively in his scratchy flesh.
¨Fuck, flick her nipples a bit, I wanna see them get hard,¨ Keigo groans out, yanking Tenko´s bleeding head. ¨You like this, you little perv? You like watching your best friend get raped?¨
¨N-no, no I don't! Leave her alone!¨ And even if it wasn´t from Keigo shoving him down and wrestling for his zipper to pull his hard dick out, you would've already known he's lying from the way his bloody mouth opens slightly and drools watching Dabi pinch and roll your nipples.
You keen and whimper as Dabi leans his head down past your neck and lifts a breast up, darting his tongue out and swirling the appendage over your hardening buds. The feathers prove to be useful when they hold your wrists down and prevent you from escaping him.
¨Holy shit, he's actually hard from this. You´re even more fucked up than I thought, Shimura, I´m almost impressed.¨ The beaten boy cries out and pathetically tries to remove his member from Keigo´s tight fist, but obviously is no match for the way the blond fucks the skinny dick in his hand, squeezing almost painfully at his tip. With the help of his other feathers, he frees his own length and teases himself, the red turning white at the tips as they collect his precum.
Dabi says nothing, but keeps his eyes on Tenko as he moves your body up into his lap, settling your ass right on top of his erection. You inhale shakily as he too fumbles to release his aching cock from his jeans, your nose clogged from crying and your voice hoarse from screaming. He lifts your skirt up and hisses in appreciation at the direct contact your panty-clad ass gives, suffocating his dick in your warmth.
The experimentally thrusts lightly a couple times, jostling you up and down and making your tits bounce. Keigo and Tenko look in awe, the feathers and hands moving rapidly in time with Dabi´s thrusting. You try to avoid eye contact with either of them or their leaking dicks.
You feel like your heart is a runny mess, you´re a mess, your hair is fucked up, your clothes are being strewn on the ground and burned away, your skin is being molested, you don´t know what the fuck is going on or what to do.
So instead of pleading, you decide to relent and get this over with quickly. The less resistance you show, the faster you can get Tenko to an E.R.
And speaking of faster, Dabi has stopped grinding against your ass in favor of snaking a hand around and toying with the hem of your panties, holding your skirt up.
You bite your lip and your eye twitches, but you stay silent save for shuddering inhales through your nose.
Taken slightly aback by your lack of complaint, Dabi hesitates for a moment before shaking it off, delving his fingers into your panties, the cloth moving and bulging out from his hand sliding in and out of your folds.
You whimper and jerk your hips minutely in instinct, and he feels it, much to your horror. He grins and takes it as encouragement, circling his digits through your little-more-than folds until he finds the clit by the way you jump at contact.
He presses down, flicks it, circles it, gathering lube from your mutinously throbbing cunt to slick yourself up, thoroughly enjoying your sharp inhales and the way you can´t help moving against the invading actions.
It's only when Keigo calls out that Dabi remembers he's not doing this to please you, he´s doing this to fuck you over just like how you did to him.
¨Pull her panties off, I think our little vouyer here is gonna come soon,¨ he positively purrs as he presses a thumb against Tenko´s jerking hips.
More blood has covered Shimura´s head and body, but even amongst the mess of flesh that was once his face you can clearly see his eyes wide open, pupils blown black with lust, bones actually audibly rattling in their broken sockets as he breathes heavily at your corruption.
He looks insane, more insane than the ones actually raping you. You wonder if you feel more violated by the obvious monsters who told you straight up what they were going to do to you, or the one who swore to be your friend, who swore to never relish in your pain.
You´re brought out of your empty contemplation when Dabi neglects fingering your clit to yank your skirt off your shaking legs. He doesn't even bother with slowly stripping the panties off, impatience overriding better judgement. You again offer little to no resistance as he does so, which riles up the squeamish feeling in his heart.
Now fully exposed to him, his cock stretches another couple of millimeters, looking like it's going to burst from the angry red and purple swelling it adorns.
Keigo whistles and licks his lips, lecherously looking over your tits and exposed pussy all for the taking.
He pulls your hips back and forces you to hover right above his standing cock, causing your knees to shake in exertion. You feel like you´re going to faint any second.
¨You ready doll? Ready to take your husband´s cock for the first time?¨ He cooes, bringing you lower and swiping the weeping slit of his prick against the wetness of your folds. You mewl and try to shift, but it only serves in him pulling you down even more, your labia ever so slightly enveloping the top of his tip.
Your cunt is pounding with rushing blood, and he almost gasps as the sensation flows into both of your sensitive bits.
Leaning forward, he conceals his mouth behind your hair as he mutters, ¨Try to relax for me, it´ll hurt less.¨
You can't care less for his consideration, not when his jerky thrusts feel like they're splitting you in two. All your poor pussy is aware of is the blinding white-hot pain felt on every wall as Touya takes from you what you would not willingly give.
The sounds of your squelching hole-whether from blood, precum, your own tears, who knows-fill the air obscenely. You mistake a glance upwards in your blurry vision and you nearly vomit when you see Hawk´s hand furiously bobbing up and down Tenko´s flushed red dick, and his own being caressed with lust. They look like fucking dogs drooling over your state.
You´re brought out of your horrified reverie when Dabi hisses. He fully sheathes himself inside you and you mewl at the sensation of being filled. Liquid trails down where you two connect, and it feels disgusting as he pulls out only to slam back into you, the cooling wetness of said liquids splashing everywhere and onto the concrete below you.
Your tits bounce up and down as Dabi takes his sweet time pulling out all the way only to give you a moment's reprieve before diving back into the wet cavern. Eyes rolling back into your head at the feeling of his veiny dick thrusting in and out of you, mouth open when he remembers to heat up his hands and play with your nipples, your legs shaking when he alternates to play with your clit, you look like a real slut.
Tenko cums suddenly, crying out and jerking his hips up into Hawks hand when you let out an especially pornographic moan. Ropes of white shoot up like a fountain from his tip and splatter Keigo´s hand and the pavement.
Keigo cries out and laughs in disgust, wiping his soiled hand into Tenko´s hair.
¨You see that? Look how perfect and sweet your little friend is now, Y/N,¨ Dabi pants into your ear, yanking your hair back and forcing you to look at your ex best friend.
¨No, d-don´t wanna look, please let go,¨ you babble as he fucks you stupid.
¨Shut up. Whores don't get to beg for mercy,¨ He sneers as he slaps a bouncing tit, hard.
¨The same should apply for cucks like him,¨ Keigo speaks up and slaps the back of Tenko´s head, sending blood and hair flying off his face.
Dabi stops pounding into you, allowing you to take a merciful breath despite what he said.
¨Yeah? You think so?¨ Shimura snaps out of his daze when he realizes they´re talking about him. He shakes his head frantically and tries to tuck his softening cock into his pants but a red feather is quick to restrain him.
¨Uh-uh, pathetic bastards like you need to get their dues too. We let you off easy with the Shie Hassaiki,¨ He snickers.
¨Come one. Lick this mess up. I'm sure you dreamt about it before, closet perv.¨ Dabi sneers as the blond´s boot sends Tenko flying forwards, almost colliding with your stomach.
You squeeze your eyes shut, inhaling shakily as he gets back up on his hands and knees. You can't bear to look at him right now.
They all disgust you.
¨What did I just say, slut? Eyes open.¨ A patched hand slaps you and your head is snapped forwards mere inches from Tenko´s.
Your gazes meet, but you can't recognize the eyes anymore. They used to belong to a man´s but now they reflect that of a monster´ s.
¨Clean this mess up. Any time this little pussy drools you´re going to eat it up like the roach you are. And if by the time she's done riding and I see a single patch of slick on her I'll knock the rest of your teeth out, got that?¨ Dabi reaches his arm around and pulls the weak boy´s hair forwards until his nose nestles where your filled pussy is.
All you can do is watch as he hesitantly darts his tongue out and licks from Dabi´s engorged dick up to your clit.
¨Fuck you,¨ you whisper to no one and everyone as you let your head fall back, signaling to your finance that you were in enough pain to start up again.
¨You´ve had enough rest. Ride my fucking dick until I say stop.¨ He doesn't need to threaten you this time. You shakily rise up on your knees and twitch when he slaps your ass suddenly. The entire time you lift yourself up, Tenko´s tongue follows up Dabi´s exposed length until it swirls around your clit again.
You feel numb.
Sinking back down onto him is even more excruciating because you can vividly feel every inch of him scraping up against your walls. It doesn't help that a certain tongue is lapping away at you too.
But nonetheless you don´t waste any time bouncing up and down like your life depended on it, which it probably did.
You can hear him panting behind you, his mouth letting out ragged breaths against your ear, his mouth desperately trying to suck galaxy colored hickies into your naked torso as you envelope him.
The feeling of Dabi and Tenko´s breaths puffing onto your clit and nipples would´ve caused the start of a climax if it weren't for Keigo´s unnecessary commentary.
¨Holy fucking shit that´s so messed up. Wait no, move down a bit, lick the base of his dick. Yeahhh, just like that.¨ He walks around the scene with his phone out, obviously recording as he leans in toward some anatomy and pulls away to get the bigger picture at other angles.
And Tenko actually listens. He follows through every salacious order Keigo gives, he even does it a little bit better than someone who's supposed to at least pretend they're not enjoying your ordeal.
You can tell Dabi is reaching his peak when he suddenly grabs your hips in a bruising grip and slams you down on his length, emitting a broken scream from you. He quickly slaps a hand over your mouth and spews filth in your ear as he uses you like a fleshlight.
¨You like bouncing on my dick like a whore? Huh, Y/N? Answer me you little bitch, or are you too cock hungry to say anything else? Not enough dicks here to satisfy you, princess? Keigo, get over here, she looks like she needs more.¨ You wail and scream behind his hand as Keigo eagerly stands over you, his member already being pumped in a hand.
¨That's right slut, you already know what to do, don´t you? I bet a slut like you has practice, ´bet you and the degenerate licking the cum from your pussy did it all the time.¨ You look imploringly at his head ducked between your thighs and even clench them around his head to get his attention. But he refuses to refute the accusations hissed at you in favor of eating your own slick off your puffy folds.
Keigo waits no longer as he seizes your hand and slaps it against his base, silently urging you to stroke him. You wearily look up at him and are faced with a bright camera light trained on your fucked-out face and trembling hand. Knowing that you were stuck, you started stroking, accepting whatever pace he made you take as he lifted his hips up into your cupped palm, his balls smacking against your wrist while you jacked him off.
Dabi´s pants grew louder and more choked as every part of you became occupied with cocks. He still kept a hand over your mouth, bringing it up to his mouth every couple of seconds to taste the tears that slid down from your eyes down to his digits.
¨´Gonna cum, and you´re gonna take it all in that sloppy hole of yours. ´M gonna fill you up with cum and make you fat with my kids, you´re gonna be on your fucking hands and knees for me like a good little housewife aren´t you-¨
The third time he brings his hand away to taste your tears you frantically gasp out, ¨Don´t do it inside Touya, please don´t, not inside I'm begging you to-¨
But you´re cut off suddenly when Tenko teeths at your slicked clit, and you mewl, unconsciously rolling your hips into his mouth even more.
His tongue travels around your stretched labia and around Dabi´ś balls, causing you both to hiss in unison.
¨I'll do whatever the fuck I want. You´re lucky I´m not fucking you up the ass, you ungrateful bitch.¨
His dick starts twitching in your pussy, and you know he's about to burst.
¨I´ll never forgive you.¨ You whisper in defeat, for the umpteenth time.
¨I don't need you to,¨ he merely grunts as he cums inside you with a loud groan.
His body shakes and he pulls your naked back against his torso, hugging you tightly and filling you up. At the same time, Keigo also lets out a string of curses as your hand is doused with milky white substance from his own.
Dabi grabs your jaw and turns you to face him. ¨Who do you love?¨ he purrs, nuzzling your cheek with faux affection.
You force yourself to make it sound faux, because you hate the way he looks so deeply into your eyes.
¨Y-you.¨ ¨That´s a good girl,¨ he whispers and kisses you, hard.
You´re slumped. There´s mixed cum from all four people coating your body, various fluids and anatomy strewn on the concrete around you, and clothes shuffling in place as they regroup themselves.
Tenko slowly crawls back up from his position in front of your cunt, rearing back on his knees and wiping streaming blood from his head. Keigo tucks his dick back in his pants and cruelly wipes the cum that flew on his clothes into your hair, while Dabi dumps you off his lap onto the grating ground.
¨Well, I hope you two learned your lesson today,¨ Keigo simpered with scrunched eyebrows, pouting at you both.
By now the inky haired man has gotten to his feet, brushing his hands off excess grime.
¨That was fun, I should've done this a lot sooner, honestly,¨ he leers at both the figures on the ground, and you refrain from looking anyone in the eyes. ¨I´m gonna take her home. Keigo, deal with this fuckwad while I'm gone. And get him an ice pack, he looks like pure shit.¨ He snorts to himself.
¨How considerate of you Touya. And here I was thinking you didn't have a heart.¨
You and Tenko don´t join in their vicious laughter.
¨Aw come on sweetheart, the worst is over. I doubt you´ll go through that again, since you know what'll happen if you continue to act out.¨ Your fiance crouches down and starts shoving your limbs back into their clothes, ignoring the way you weakly try to evade his callous touch.
Everyone stares in silence as you´re dressed like a child, unable to properly move from the shock and trauma you just endured. It was weird seeing you so quiet. They thought you would´ve still been crying, or at least fighting back now that they no longer had a hold on you.
But you were so, so accommodating as Touya pulled you up to your feet, keeping a firm grasp around your waist to keep your knees from buckling. You kept your head down as he grabbed your backpack from a helping feather´s elevation and slung it over his own shoulder.
¨I´ll catch you later Kei. Keep me updated on our little experiment,¨ he winks before steering you around the corner.
That was the last time you saw Tenko Shimura, your best friend of years.
¨E-experiment?¨ His hoarse voice questions, nasally from the buildup in his broken nose.
¨Yeah, you heard right. You´re our little experiment, Shimura. Truth be told, I always saw the potential in you. After Touya showed me those texts between you and Y/N it just confirmed my suspicion.¨ Keigo plucked a feather out and tossed it to Tenko´s gnarled hand. ¨Here, use this to wipe that shit off your face. I´m not in the mood to drag you to a nurse right now so this´ll have to do.¨
¨Potential? Suspicion? I don't get it,¨ he brings the feather up painfully down the sides of his cheeks, collecting the grime and gore onto the victimized plumage.
The blond grimaces at the disgusting sight and looks away. ¨I mean, I see the potential in you to be one of us. I knew you weren't this goody-two shoes, quiet loser that everyone made you out to be. And you really proved it today, too. I didn´t know you had it in you all the way to eat her cunt like that while she was getting raped, shit was pretty erotic if I´m being honest.¨
Tenko cringes at the brutal choice of words but doesn´t refute them. He stays quiet before Keigo realizes he needs some more coaxing out of his cautious state.
¨Hey, look man, none of that stuff earlier was personal, alright? Touya just needed to prove a point to his bitch, that's all.¨ He shrugs so easily, as if everyone was as delusional as him to believe that.
But maybe Tenko really had snapped, because he turned to Keigo with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, taking in his words.
¨Really? I thought you guys hated me,¨ he mutters, looking down at the soiled feather in his hand.
¨Nah, it's nothing like that. Just gotta prove to us how you´re different, y´know?¨ Hawks slings an arm and wing around Tenko´s bruised shoulder as if to offer him some security.
¨You don´t wanna be a loser anymore, right? Consider this a new chapter in your life, the next big steps.¨ ¨Yeah.¨ ¨Good.¨ They stay like that for a couple moments of silence, drinking in the setting sun.
And then Tenko can´t hold his curiosity any longer.
¨But how do I do that? There´s nothing really about me that´s special...I mean, except for...however the hell I was acting like earlier,¨ he shifts uncomfortably, recalling the thirst he felt when he saw your sopping cunt getting fucked stupid. It was strange, really. The itch in his body had never felt more satiated when he felt like the oppressor once, rather than the oppressed when watching your eyes fill up with tears, knowing that he was the one who caused it. He had never felt that calm and pleased even when the itch was satisfied by your soothing fingers over his scratched-raw skin.
¨That's what I'm thinkin´ too,¨ Keigo thoughtfully holds a hand to his chin, his wings flapping lazily with the cool breeze. ¨I´d say the first step to a new chapter with us is to change that dopey schoolboy name. Tenko Shimura? That sounds like a dog´s name. And you don´t wanna be a kicked around puppy anymore, do you?¨
Tenko vigorously shakes his head.
A new chapter with us.
Us.
He swallows hard, unable to think of a cool name that would be good enough as a new group member. The shock on his body was catching up, so he forfeited his pride and sought help from his recruiter.
“Did you have anything in mind?”
Hawks hums thoughtfully. “Yeah...how ‘bout Tomura? Tomura Shigaraki?” He looks over ex-Tenko’s broken body and nods in confirmation.
“Tomura...Shigaraki,” the new Tomura says slowly, letting his tongue run over his missing and broken teeth in the midst of testing out the new name.
“The kanji for it has to do with change and mourning, something like that I think. It’s pretty fitting, especially since you’re letting go of your past and moving on with your life...right?” Keigo side eyes Tomura mischievously, knowing he was in no place to defy him.
Shigaraki merely looks to the horizon, silently acknowledging the new chapter of his life. Another cold breeze swirls around the two men, but it's not the sting of the wind that brings newfound tears to Tenko Tomura’s eyes.
He shakily rises to his feet with a grunt, clutching his ribs and tilting his head back to avoid breathing in anymore drying blood. Keigo gets up with him, outstretching a hand towards him to steady him on his feet, which Tomura takes.
“I think I need to see a nurse.”
The blond laughs, his wings fluttering with the waves of his voice.
“Almost forgot about that. But y’know, you should be more careful next time you train with us. I don’t think your body can take any more damage than it already has.”
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You haven’t returned any of Touya’s calls.
You haven’t received any messages from Tenko.
You didn’t get out of bed when you saw a red feather zooming past your window in the morning.
You’ve been home for three days now, huddled under the comforters and only getting up to drink some water like a zombie. Showers are a no-go, it’s unbearable to look at your own naked body anymore. The school kept ringing your parents for your attendance, but the image of you stumbling home and bursting into tears is fresh in their minds; they let the calls go to voicemail.
Tenko’s broken body. His screams of agony. Dabi’s hands all over you, Hawk’s feather holding you down, your body shifted and positioned like a ragdoll-it’s all too much, you can’t face anyone yet. You’re absolutely terrified.
A knock at the door jolts you out of your catatonic state.
“Honey? You want something to eat? We haven’t seen you come out today…” Your father’s voice trails off unsuredly, and after some harsh whispers coming from behind the door and scuffling sounds, your mother speaks.
“You need to move around sweetheart-”
Your body jolts violently when she says that cursed nickname.
“Ahh come on sweetheart, the worst is over.”
“-did something happen with you and Tenko? You two haven’t talked in so long, you usually never argue like this.”
A burning comes up in your chest as your stomach rumbles, bile rising up your throat. You want them to leave. Now.
“I’ll-” you cough and clear your raspy voice from disuse. “I’ll be out in a bit, ‘head hurts.”
“Are you sure? We can come get it for you, we don’t mind-”
“-No, I’m fine. Please just...just give me some time.” You grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut, silently willing them to go away.
It’s only until the sound of their footsteps padding away from your door that you rigidly rise out of bed, reaching for your phone on your nightstand.
2 missed calls from Rumi, 3 text messages from Touya, and nothing from Tenko.
Was he alive?
With trembling hands, you punch in his contact and pull up your messages.
3:04 pm: We need to talk.
You sigh and throw the phone back on the table, running your hands down your face. You just wanted things to go back to normal, when you and him were okay, when you werent engaged to Touya, when they didn’t turn him into a monster who ate you out while you bounced up and down and up and fucking down on your rapist’s-
No. You can’t think like that. You can’t. That wasn’t him, they made him do that.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself in order for your sanity to remain on its barest of threads.
Time moves at a snail’s pace as you find things to do that distract you from checking your messages every five minutes. Soggy leftovers are pushed through your throat, the t.v blares while you watch without actually seeing, your bedsheets are made and remade into perfection...but nothing prevents you in the end from snatching up the device and checking for his text.
Nothing. Absolutely nada.
Just a “read” sign that makes you see red.
Who the fuck did he think he was? He wasn’t the fucking vitcim, you were-
Oh. But he was, just as much as you were.
Anger curls into anxiety as you nibble your lip in contemplation. Was he mad at you?
It was your fault in a way.
You try calling him, no one picks up.
If he was going to flat out ignore you, then you knew there was only one way to corner him for talking.
And corner him you did, when on a bright Wednesday morning you decide to go to school, for nothing else if not hounding Tenko down and seeing if he was okay. You didn’t know if he deserved it, but you just had to see him once.
You wait outside his front gate, idly watching the sky turn from a deep purple to mix in with hues of orange and blue. After a few minutes, the door creaks open and you whip around to face him.
It’s only been a few days since you two last saw each other, but at that moment when he turns and his eyes go wide from seeing you, you feel as though you’ve never known him before. Not his tangly hair that hangs in front of his face, not the new bruises and bandages on various parts of his body, and not the sneer his mouth curls into, that is oh so reminiscent of-
“Where have you been? You didn’t answer your phone…” You trail off confusedly as he practically shoves past you through the gate, ignoring the way you stumble from the impact of his bony shoulder.
“Hey, wait up!”
You do a light jog after him but your heart is pumping at light speed, uncertainty creeping up your spine at his behavior.
“Tenko, stop!”
“It’s Tomura, now, Tomura. Don’t call me by that dopey ass name anymore.” He stops in his tracks and looks down at you as you pant and stare at him.
“T-Tomura? What’s that? And answer my question, where have you been?”
“Yeah, fucking Tomura Shigaraki to you. And I’ve been doing my own thing now. I’m not wagging my tail behind you like a fucking lapdog anymore, got it?” He shoulders his bag and continues to walk past you.
“What the hell are you talking about? Why are you so upset at me, I didn’t even do anything!” You walk backwards side by side with him, desperately trying keep up with his curt pace.
“Oh right, you’re just so innocent aren’t you? I should’ve left you from the start, honestly. Keigo was right.” “Keigo? When did you talk to him? He assaulted you! How could you even face him? “You say that as if he’s the one who made me like this.” He gestures to his barely healing body, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Wait...you’re blaming me?”
“Finally got it Einstein?” He sneers at you. “You did this to me, you made Keigo and Touya beat the shit out of me. If you had just listened to them and left me the fuck alone, I wouldn’t have suffered half as much as I already have.”
You ball your fists and try to swallow the growing bulge in your throat. You thought your sanity would be kept intact for a while longer, but you feel the last threads barely hanging on.
“Tenk-Tomura, please just wait a second,” You say desperately, not even thinking before grabbing onto his shirt sleeve. You want to hold him here forever, you want to go back, you want things to be the way they were before, he can’t leave you alone with Touya-
“I’m glad they showed me how selfish you’ve always been. You never thought of my safety when you kept hanging around me knowing full well that they’d beat the shit out of me if they caught us. And they did! You happy now?” He’s laughing, but he can’t hide the rage from his balled shaking fists.
“No, no please-” you whisper horrified.
But he turns around, barely glancing back at you before bidding his adieu.
“I’m saying goodbye to you as Tenko, and saying hello as Tomura now. Forget we were ever friends, it means nothing to me now. I used to feel like a burden to you, but it’s funny, you seem to be weighing me down more than ever now.”
“But don’t worry. You’ll still see me around. After all, Keigo and Touya seem to be pretty solid guys. And hey, maybe I’ll even be the best man at your wedding coming up.”
Your head is swimming. The sky is almost a clear blue now, the purple having faded away a long time ago. The sounds of strings stretching are brought to a climax.
He’s so close, yet so far away from you that you barely catch the words that come tumbling out of his mouth so easily, so effortlessly you'd think he’d either rehearsed saying them all his life or that he’s had a lifetime of saying it.
“I fucking hate you.”
And the threads snap.
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The longer I wait for volume 9 to show, the more questions I seem to find as I rewatch the series. While the big one is what really happened to Summer, another big question that stays on my mind is what is Salem's true goal for needing the relics?
As far as RWBY goes, we still have a lot of gaps concerning our knowledge on the relics themselves. We know what they look like, why they were left, roughly what they do (crown and sword are more speculation than full answers currently) and the possibility that bringing them together will change the world and/or call the gods. Which... may be an Ozma specific thing, especially since that information comes directly from an episode that gives us information about what Oz was hiding about him, the gods, humanity, Salem, and his mission. All based on the words "show us what Ozpin is hiding." Which means as far as the relics go, he might not be lying to Qrow about what they can do together. Especially if we consider that Ozma has brought th together at least once before, even if temporary.
Which brings us back to Salem and her plan. If her goal is to bring the relics together to call the gods and destroy Remnant, why not do it the easier way and convince someone to make a bomb or bombs strong enough to do so? Surely with the time she's been around and the people she's gathered before, that could be a possibility. All it takes is manipulating a few people in the right places to do so. Yet, if this is her goal, she's going about the long and hard way to do it.
Then comes what she's presumably told Watts, Hazel, and Cinder: to create a new world. One that has clearly brought them on board with little hesitation. We dont get much more on what that entails, but it's still a possibility.
But as we go further in the show, we also hear that Cinder is the key to Salem's goals, one that she doesn't want to lose and continues to keep Cinder with her and inline, only ever once making a comment about the hound being a more useful pet. And with the way Salem brings herself to Atlas to get the relic, no longer needing to play in the shadows, her goal becomes even less clear. If the new world or the destruction of Remnant are her goals, then why act now? She's immortal, has waited thousands of years if not millennia to act, why is now so important (besides plot)?
This all makes me wonder if Salem has a time frame to do this. Maybe some unknown event she's aware of that no one else is. And why us Cinder her key? If it was just to get the maiden powers and relics, wouldn't it be easier to keep a backup around and close to Cinder so on the off chance she dies, the maiden powers can still be in play? Even if Cinder's being kept around just on the off chance the fall maidens powers are needed to get the relic, it seems like there's more if she's had someone searching Beacon for the relic. Which means either the vault isn't under the school or the relic is held somewhere else.
Speaking of Cinder, since we know the rules of the maiden powers is thst they can only transfer naturally to a young woman through a set of convoluted rules, what's stopping Salem from snagging them unnaturally? She has grimm that can strip the powers, aura, and presumably soul from someone, why can she use it herself? Does she need someone who is human to open the vaults? Is this something she's tested before or is this something she's taking precautions about?
I doubt vol 9 will answer all, if any, of these questions, but it'll be interesting if we finally end up with a bit of nuance to what Salem is planning. Especially if it involves nothing we've been told and more information is opened up by the girls meeting someone who seems to know more about this.
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6. Draco Malfoy - Rainy Nights, Warm Drinks
*Warning - smut*
“I want you.”
“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”
Draco’s p.o.v
Loud chatter filled the jam-packed dining hall as students discussed their Christmas plans while their grubby hands reached for the feast laid out before each house. My gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the turkey and sides that touched my plate, my fork picking at whatever it could reach without me moving too much. I was counting down the moments that led up to Dumbledore clinking his fork against his glass that would dismiss everyone from Hogwarts, sending them home. Each single tick drove me crazy as I shook my leg, desperately pleading for time to move faster. At the end of this feast, everyone would be on the train heading to their families, while I would finally get to see the one person that I couldn’t get off my mind. Even now, the only thing I could think about was seeing her beautiful face and hearing her soothing, angelic voice, tuning out the voices of my friends.
“Draco? Earth to Draco!”
Pansy’s voice sliced right through my current thoughts involving my plans after school. Blinking a few times, I turned my head to see Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pike, and Nott staring at me. While Pansy stared at me with concern, the guys stared at me skeptically.
“What?” I muttered, dully.
“Pansy asked you what you were doing during the break,” Blaise informed, taking a sip from his cup.
“Yeah,” Pansy agreed, “I was thinking you and I could go on a date since we won’t be in school.”
A date? I had broken up with Pansy a year ago with the excuse that dating her had become boring, which it had, however, the real reason I left Pansy was because I had fallen in love with another girl. The whole thing had torn me up since day one because I hadn’t believed that I, the Slytherin Prince, could have fallen for a muggle, and yet I did. After a whole week of thinking about it and running everything carefully through my mind, I finally decided that I didn’t love Pansy and needed to end it with her before things got too serious.
“I won’t be returning home this Christmas,” I stated, “Dumbledore has asked me to stay and help tutor some second years in potions.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Pansy sneered, “it isn’t your job to teach those brats.”
“You’re dad’s okay with that?” Nott asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“He wasn’t at first but once Dumbledore told him that I was the highest ranking student when it came to potions, he settled down and decided that I’d make a great leader for those snot nose brats,” I spoke, pride dripping from my lying tongue.
Of course, staying at Hogwarts wasn’t a complete lie, it was just not the full truth. For the first four days of break, I’d be staying with Maggie and her Grandmother then I’d come back to Hogwarts to help out with tutoring, and it’ll keep going like that until school starts again. It was an agreement that I had worked out with Dumbledore after he found out about Maggie, which if I’m being honest, I’m not even sure how he found out.
“And you’re okay with it?” Blaise asked, amused.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” I muttered.
I looked back down at my plate, feeling their eyes still watching me but not paying attention to it. Eventually, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and clinked his silverware against his wine glass. The chatter stopped immediately as everyone turned their impatient attention to the headmaster. Excitement was bursting through my chest, something I never thought I’d ever feel for a girl like Maggie. Dumbledore started by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holiday, then proceeded in telling everyone what to expect when they got back from break. We were expected to practice and prepare for our O.W.Ls that were coming up, which Umbridge decided to announce after interrupting Dumbledore. I may have pretended to like Umbridge and do as she said to appease my friends, but in all honesty, I hated her more than I hated anyone else.
After all of Dumbledore and Umbridge’s talking, the feast disappeared from our tables and it was time for everyone to head to the train. I saw my friends on the train. Pansy turned around.
“Well maybe I can stay here with you, so you aren’t alone,” she offered.
Annoyance broke out across my face, “I’ll be fine, Pansy. I’m not interested in spending time with you anyway, so you’ll just be alone.”
She started pouting while the other snickered behind her back. Scoffing, she stormed past everyone onto the train. I waved goodbye to the others and they followed after Pansy to the cart. Those leaving for the Christmas holiday were finally headed towards the platform and those who would be staying at Hogwarts for the vacation headed back towards the school.
As I was approaching the entrance, I saw Dumbledore standing there waiting for me, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he stated, “have you gotten your belongings together?”
“My bag is sitting in my room,” I replied.
“Once you collect it, go to Hagrid’s. He’ll be waiting for you there to help you get to the muggle world. Have a safe trip.”
With that, Dumbledore walked away allowing me to go fetch my belongings.
I grabbed my trunk out of my dorm room and carried it all the way towards Hagrid’s small hut just a little ways from the school. Hagrid was outside playing fetch with his large hound as I finished walking towards him. Immediately, he looked up after tossing the rather large stick across the field.
“Malfoy,” Hagrid said, “what brings you here?”
I raised an eyebrow. He was kidding, right?
The big oaf laughed heartily and patted my shoulder with his gorilla sized hand.
“I’m messing, is all,” he bellowed, “let’s get a move on it before anyone notices.”
Hagrid opened the door to his home and gestured me inside. Sitting on the table when he opened the door was a thick, black bag filled with dark, gray powder. Hagrid scooted around me and picked up the black bag before meeting my gaze. This was awkward for me, and I knew he could tell but fortunately he didn’t say anything to make it worse. Instead, he told me that the floo network would take us to Diagon Alley and we’d have to walk through another entrance into the muggle world. From there we’d take a wizard bus, which I found odd, straight to Maggie’s farmhouse just on the outskirts of London. However, I grew bored with being explained the plan and just wanted to get there already.
I went through the floo network first and waited for Hagrid patiently for a moment. Once he was standing by my side, he took my luggage and walked with me through Diagon Alley. We both walked through the less populated parts of Diagon Alley until the two of us reached a dead end. Hagrid tapped his umbrella against the wall in a pattern and they started pulling apart revealing the empty alley of the muggle world. The smell was different from the one back in the wizarding world. I could definitely smell freshly mown grass, but there was an oil smell mixed in too. As Hagrid and I walked past all of the people and shops that adorn the streets, I could smell pastries, coffees, and other foods that I recognized. I could feel the inside of my mouth water.
We waited on the sidewalk near a coffee shop for what seemed like forever before a bus came to a sudden stop in front of us. No one seemed to notice its incredible speed.
“Why hello there, Hagrid,” said a frail, stubbled face man wearing a purple suit.
“Hello to you too, Stan Shunpike,” Hagrid laughed, “starting work a bit early, aren’t you?”
Shunpike gave a crooked smile and nodded his head before gesturing us on. I went to grab my trunk when Shunpike grabbed it instead, pushing me inside. The smell was something to gag at. It smelled worse than anything I could imagine. Hagrid took a seat.
“Aren’t you going to have a seat, Malfoy?” He questioned.
“No, I’d rather stand,” I muttered, disgust lacing my voice.
“Where to?” Shunpike asked.
Hagrid gave the address and Shunpike looked at us confused.
“That’s a muggle household.”
“Not completely,” Hagrid said, “Loral Belle is the homeowner, Dumbledore’s friend.”
A slow nod bounced off his thin shoulders and sat down.
“Ernie, you know where to go.”
As soon as the knight bus took off, the speed pushed me back. Not even my grip was strong enough to keep me in place and I ended stumbling backwards until Hagrid’s large hand grabbed ahold of me. I pretty much clung to Hagrid’s large arm as we whirlwind through the busy streets of London. Two trucks stood in the way of the bus and I thought we’d slow down. However, we didn’t. Instead, the bus warfed itself so that it was thinner and we slid right through the small crack separating the two muggle vehicles. It wasn’t long before we reached the dirt road that led to Maggie’s farmhouse. Hagrid paid Shunpike and told him that there was extra in it for him if he waited for him and kept this visit a secret. Shunpike agreed with a large smile on his face.
Hagrid grabbed my trunk and led the way to Maggie’s. He tried to make small talk with me as we hiked down the dirt road, but neither one of us knew what to say to each other.
“How did you meet her?” He finally asked, catching my attention.
“My father had some work to do with an old, retired friend,” I said, all of the memories flooding back to my mind, “I saw her sitting by the fountain reading a book when a group of guys started harassing her. I watched her try to get away from them, failing miserably, so I stepped in despite her being a muggle. A gentleman never lets a woman get pushed around. She already knew I was a wizard when I helped her, she said that her Grandmother had taught her to tell the difference from a young age. The more I talked to her, the more I liked being around her.”
A goofy smile appeared on his face, “she sounds like an amazing young woman.”
“She is.”
Sitting on the porch when we got there was Grandma Loral rocking back and forth while a red scarf was being knitted next to her in the air. When she saw us, a smile appeared on her face and she climbed to her feet, approaching us at the edge of her porch.
“Hagrid,” she greeted, “it’s been years.”
“Nice to see you too, Loral,” Hagrid said, “I wish I could stay long, but I’m only here to drop off Mr. Malfoy. I’ll see you in four day.”
I looked up at Hagrid, “thank you, Hagrid.”
If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, I could have sworn I saw tears in Hagrid’s eyes. He tried to push it away and claimed that dirt had gotten in his eye, but I knew the truth. No one was use to me being so nice, and seeing me do so meant to them that I was finally deciding things on my own and not because my father wanted them. Just like my decision to continue seeing a muggle. Grandma Loral and I waved goodbye to Hagrid, once he was gone, Grandma Loral sat back in her seat.
“Maggie’s in the garden out back,” she said smiling, “thank you for coming, Draco. I know that the decision couldn’t have been easy.”
“Actually,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, “it was the easiest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life.”
Grandma Loral told me to head back there and she’d take care of my trunk. Nodding, I walked down the steps and headed down the cobblestone path to find Maggie sitting underneath a tree reading a book. Dozens of flowers of all shapes and colors surrounded her and blew in the breeze. Her brown, curled locks of hair brushed delicately against her freckled face. She was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I walked over to her and smiled at how deeply invested she was in her novel.
“Mind if I sit?” I asked.
Her body jerked and her head whipped around to see me standing there with a smirk on my face. A large grin stretched against her face from ear to ear before nodding eagerly. As soon as my body was positioned next to her, she threw her arms around me and squeezed tightly.
“I’m so happy to see you,” she said, releasing me from her tight grip.
“I’m happy to see you too, Maggie,” I said, “how have you been?”
“I’ve been fine. Things have been a little difficult lately.”
When I asked her why, a sad expression came to her face. I thought maybe she was being bullied more, but as she explained, I realized that it wasn’t that. Grandma Loral was getting sick and it was getting worse and worse. Maggie was worried that she’d lose her grandmother and have no one once she’s gone. I touched her hand and told her it was going to be okay. She looked up at me.
“How have you been?” She asked, her smile trying to distract me from her growing tears.
I told her about Umbridge and my family, she never looked away from me and held on to my hand the way I held on to her’s when she told me about her Grandma. It seemed we were both going through some stuff right now and all we wanted was for someone to talk and relate to.
The remainder of the day moved quicker than I had hoped. Maggie was now in the kitchen cooking up some soup for dinner while I set up the dining table. From the kitchen, the two of us could hear Grandma Loral coughing up a storm. Maggie grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and brought it to her grandma before returning to finish dinner.
After supper, Maggie helped her grandma to bed before joining me in the living room with two glasses of hoto cocoa. Rain started to drum against the roof of the farmhouse, lightning slashing against the darkened sky and thunder rolling across the heavy clouds. With each passing second, the rain got harder and louder. I sipped on my warm beverage and looked at Maggie. She had whipped cream sitting above her lip and I laughed causing her to look at me.
“What?” She asked, an innocent smile dancing on her face.
“You’ve got some whipped cream on your lip,” I chuckled, leaning forward and wiping it away with my thumb.
A small red tint appeared on her face as she tried to avoid eye contact with me. I could tell she was embarrassed and I found it to be more attractive than ever. I scooted closer to her and she looked at me.
“Draco, is everything okay?” She asked.
“I love you,” I blurted out.
Her bright green orbs widened in shock and I started to regret saying anything to her. I looked away from her, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling it to face her.
“I love you too,” she hummed.
Before I could stop myself, I smashed our lips together, saying a silent prayer that neither of us were holding that hot beverage. The kiss deepened and I pulled her into my lap, gripping her waist tightly to keep her in place. When we pulled away, she was panting from the lack of air, her lips red and slightly swollen from the heated kiss. I leaned down and started nibbling on her neck, earning a small whimper from her.
“D-Draco,” she gasped.
I unattached my lips from her warm flesh and peppered her jaw with kisses before reaching her ear.
“I want you, Maggie.”
Her body shivered at my words and I smirked. Maggie was gripping onto my blazer tightly.
“But I-”
“Shh,” I cooed, “I’ll be gentle.”
I waited for her to give me the signal to continue. When her head nodded, I laid her down on the cushioned couch and began kissing her again. I traced my tongue against her bottom lip and tasted the cherry lip gloss she had coated her plump lips with after dinner. My fingers squeezed her thigh and she gasped, giving me full entrance to the inside of her mouth. I slipped my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and our tongues fought over dominance, however, Maggie’s submissive side kicked in and she let me take control easily. Quiet moans spilled from her muffled mouth. When I pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled from both of our lips. A rosy tint illuminated off her face and her green eyes were hazy, her floral shirt was pulled up, revealing her black, laced bra.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my pants growing tighter at the sight of her coming undone from my touch.
Pulling myself up, I removed my blazer and tie before unbuttoning my white, dress-up shirt. Her glistening eyes watched my every move, widening at the sight of my bare chest. She started nibbling on her bottom lip as I pulled at the hem of her shirt.
“Let's get this off,” I muttered, my voice husky and dripping with arousal.
Maggie didn’t argue, she just pulled her shirt above her head revealing more of herself to me. I groaned as I leaned down and started sucking on her exposed skin, leaving wet kisses against her porcelain skin. Her heartbeat was pounding against her chest, her skin was heating up, and her fingers gripped the couch cushion. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra clasp. Immediately, her hands moved to cover herself up. I lifted her chin.
“Don’t hide yourself, baby girl,” I whispered, “let me see you, please.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She allowed me to remove her bra from her small body and I tossed it to the side with the rest of our clothes that littered the living room floor. I pressed my lips against hers once again, my left hand gripped her left breast and I almost melted at the feeling of her perfectly soft, fleshy breast. Her pink, peachy nipples hardened from both the cold air and my calloused hands pinching at them. Her moans were becoming louder, but not too loud since her grandmother was sleeping.
“Draco, please,” she moaned, her hips moving against my own.
“What is it?” I moaned back, “what do you need, baby girl? Tell me.”
“I-I need you. Please.”
Those words turned me on even more. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, her black matching panties hugged her hips. I hooked my fingers to her lacy panties, pulling them down and revealing her perfect pink cunt. My pants were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second, so I quickly removed them from my body, discarding them to the floor with the rest of the pile. I started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, and tracing open mouth kisses against her body until I reached her lower area. The sweet aroma coming from her was intoxicating and I felt drunk from the scent alone.
I traced my tongue against her already soaking slit causing her to shiver and moan. My tastebuds were coated with her delicious nectar and I couldn’t help but dive in quickly. Her small fingers tangled themselves into my gelled hair, messing up every strand. A list of moans echoed off the walls as I flicked my tongue hungrily over her clit. Maggie tried to close her legs, but I pinned them back down. My gray-blue eyes flickered up, meeting her lustful orbs. She was covering her mouth because she was becoming too loud. Careful not to hurt her, I slipped a single finger between her folds and she flinched. I stopped.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “do you want me to stop?”
“N-no, it’s okay,” she panted, “i-it’s all just a n-new experience.”
Nodding, I went back to lapping up her flowing juices and started entering my finger again. This time it slipped in with ease. A few seconds passed and I added another finger, moving them slowly in and out of her.
“D-Draco, faster.”
I didn’t waste time and started moving my fingers faster and faster into her sex. Her back arched off the couch, I could feel her clenching around my fingers and I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her release. I started sucking on her swollen clit and she yelped out before cumming all over my fingers. I removed them from her then placed them in my mouth, sucking every last drop off of them. Groaning against my fingers, I pulled them out with a pop.
“Delicious,” I hummed, watching her chest move rapidly as she caught her breath, “have a taste.”
I captured her lips with mine and rummaged my tongue around her warm mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head making me smile at how undone she looked for me. I pulled away.
“Doesn’t that taste amazing, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.
All she could do was nod her head. Sweat was beaded against her forehead and her hair was starting to cling to her face, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Ready?” I asked, “and use your words for me.”
“I-I am,” she muttered, “I-I’m ready.”
Climbing on top of her, I aligned my hardened member with her entrance before pushing it, peppering kisses against her face as she cried out in pain. Once I was finally nestled inside of her aching cunt, I stayed there to let her adjust to my size. A minute passed by when she gave me the okay to move, then I started moving my hips at a slow pace. Every time I pulled out and pushed back in, I felt myself get squeezed around.
“God damnit!” I groaned quietly, “so fucking tight. It feels amazing, Maggie.”
“D-Draco, you’re s-so…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence.
I started moving faster and harder with each stroke and both of our moans filled the room along with the sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other. Despite the noise coming from us, we remained quiet enough so we didn’t wake up Grandma Loral.
Maggie squeezed her eyes shut as I started snapping my hips harder to meet hers. I grabbed her chin with my right hand and pulled her head to meet mine, my lips feathering over her. Her warm breath fanning over my chapped, slightly parted lips.
“Keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby,” I said strictly.
Maggie’s eyes opened and our eyes stared at one another as I drilled into her repeatedly. Her nails raked into my back causing me to growl at the stinging pain. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder for a better position, my cock now going deeper into her sweet sex.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, resting my forehead against her, never tearing my eyes away from hers.
“Oh my God,” she said.
“Feel good, huh sweetheart,” I praised, “you love being fucked like this.”
I didn’t want to take it too far, afraid that me being rough or even degrading her would cause her to push me away. She was sensitive. But Maggie seemed to love my words and nodded her head furiously as she started meeting my thrust.
“Yeah you do, fucking slut.”
Her moans were like music to my ears and I could feel her tightening around my throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around her throat, not too tightly, her free hand gripping my arm as I practically slammed into her with inhuman speed. I didn’t know what came over me, but everything felt intoxicating and I felt energy rushing through me.
“I-I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.
“Then do it,” I growled against her lips, “cum.”
Her body started shaking as pure pleasure rushed over her small form. I watched her emerald eyes roll to the back of her head as I continued to slam into her, riding out her high. Our moans got louder, and we didn’t care that we were being loud. If we got caught, we got caught. All that mattered to me was watching her, being with her, loving her.
My thrust started getting sloppy as I felt myself coming to my end. I removed my hand from her throat, letting her lungs collect the well needed air, and buried my head into her sweaty neck. With a few final, strong thrust, I came inside her dripping cunt and moaned in her ear, or more like growled with pleasure. Her body shivered at the sound as she knotted her fingers in my hair. My body collapsed onto her, our chest heaving up and down as we tried to settle down. Once our breathing returned to normal, I pulled myself out of Maggie and laid next to her. I looked at her.
“Sorry,” I whispered, as I tiredly chuckled, “I didn’t mean to finish inside you.”
She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay. I’m on birth control, so it’ll be fine.”
I smiled at her and leaned down to pick up my dress-up shirt. It was cool to the touch and as I cleaned up the mess on Maggie, she closed her eyes enjoying the welcoming, cold cloth. After I cleaned the both of us up with my shirt, I laid back down. Lightning flashed against the sky once again as a loud rumble of thunder hit the clouds. Maggie sat up and cracked the window open, the cool breeze washing over our sweaty bodies. I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled against her.
“I love you, Maggie,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Draco,” she said, “now and forever.”
Forever, huh?
A smile appeared on my face as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep next to the one girl I would sacrifice everything for. All of the thoughts that once invaded my mind, the unsureness of being with a muggle, how my father would act once he found out, all of it, disappeared. The only thought left was how I would protect her from Voldemort, and if she would still be by my side when she found out I was destined to be a death eater. But all of that could wait. I wanted nothing more than to enjoy the next four days with her.
I’ve never felt so relaxed before.
Forever sounds nice.
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