#it was created in a minor panic attack about being annoying

[merchant-wizard-and-jerry]

@life-is-okay-rn

Am I annoying?

[adventuringblind]

Drive with you Forever

Chapter Ten: a monster or a hero?

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris X reader

Chapter summary: things come to a climatic peak at Abu Dhabi

Warnings: GORE, depictions of abuse, minor character death, description of injuries and blood, panic attacks, annoying first responders, gun and knife violence

Notes: wow I enjoyed this chapter. It was so much fun to write. I think going from action to intimate with the transition actually worked better then I thought it would. Not something I can say about my other work 😒😂

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She’s aware of the drops of blood running down her fingers onto the tarmac of the track. The lighta of Abu Dhabi illuminates her skin as she stands with shaky knees. She can smell the rage falling of the man in waves. His movements were clumsier in his anger.

He’d made a mistake in thinking he could touch them.

He’d been wrong to assume she would give in so easily.

Now, with a grin on her face and crimson cover face, she proves he created the killer he always claimed her to be.

~

Aside from Jos and his odd interactions with her, paddock like was peaceful.

She’d gone back to analyzing data and tinkering with the cars. Using the rest of the season to simply heal. She was here because she wanted to be. She was here supporting her loves. She was here because this is her passion.

Redbull had been on fire since she got back to working with data and strategy. She loves driving, but this felt more like her. She’d made peace that her body would never be the same. Christian respects her choice and appreciates her for everything she’s done. Hence why she will always have a place in the Redbull garage, according to him.

Nights with her boys have been calm (for the most part). They are on a high after their tedious streak of lows. They’d spoiled her relentlessly after they almost lost her.

Max has finally managed to learn how to get his feelings across. It took him almost losing all of his partners to figure it out. He has Seb to thank for that.

She walked in in the German gently explaining to Max that he needs to tell them how he feels because bottling it up isn’t healthy and despite one of his partners being superhuman, she isn’t a mind reader.

Boy did he sob. They all did really. They pulled together as a unit after that. Not just being there for each other, but a team that works together to overcome the challenges and difficulties that life throws at them.

They are together. They are a family. They are bonded together by something deeper then love.

~

She’d found a way to help her confidence in being independent. How you ask? Getting one step closer to being a superhero.

Her martial arts had been coming along amazingly. Her trainer was impressed with how quick she progressed. It’s definitely helps that her visions had gotten better and she could see the possible outcome of a fight before it even happened. Sometimes while she was sparring, she’d be able to control her visions enough to just get a glimpse of her opponents next move.

She’d practiced with a few firearms and knew how to pull them apart and put them together with the wave of a finger. She could help guide bullets to their intended destinations with hardly any aim.

It’s safe to say she feels like she could take on the world. She just hopes she doesn’t have to.

It’s a funny thing to her, that even though she could kick someone’s ass into next year, her three partners still baby her.

Lando has found that his favorite place is having her in his arms. He claims if he lets go she might disappear.

Charles is always talking to her. Her tells her every reason why he loves her daily because he almost didn’t get a chance to tell her at all.

Max is vulnerable with her. The work of racing paints him to be cold-hearted and a villain, his father not helping much in that regard. Now he shows her every emotion he kept hidden away. He cries and laughs and lets the three of you see a side of him the cameras don't.

Everything was falling into place. The peace and happiness she wanted so bad was finally within reach.

But is seems nothing ever goes to plan.

~

The energy she worked so hard to keep in control was taking over for her. The locked box she didn't want to open had now exploded. A urge of something she'd never experienced before flying out.

It didn't help he was holding Lando by the throat. The Brit had been through enough already. His eyes are pleading with anyone. If he could just free himself from whatever was holding him there then maybe he could help her.

But she didn't need help.

Two sets of hands on his shoulders became one. The man on his left projecting something at his lover.

The glint of metal from the knife left his hands and landed itself in her shoulder. He could hear her skin ripping open. The blood starting to pool around the new wound.

She'd already killed three of them. The ones who had initially grabbed the three boys.

Their throats had all been sliced open on the track.

These men had been shouting the names they know her by. Killer. Betrayer. Monster.

Don't they know they made her this way?

The knife that had found its way into her skin is pulled out with a vile squelch. She looks down and smiles. The pain only encouraging her to keep going.

The laugh that falls from her mouth is terrifying.

She throws the knife back at its original owner. Her hand still outstretched and guiding the thin weapon. It sticks in a place he won't recover from. His body crumbles to the ground. Blood leaking from the gaping hold in his chest.

Originally, Lando thought he might die here. These stupid people holding him captive on the empty track had talked about ways they wanted to end him.

He was scared and shaking for fifteen minutes before she came to his rescue. He was still shaking as the other man pinning him in his place took off running.

She just watched him go. If he wasn't going to fight her and run away like a coward instead, then it's a waste of her energy to go after him.

She was on her knees in front of Lando in an instant. Her eyes rake over his body to look for any signs of injury. Satisfied, she unties all the ropes that had made his escape impossible.

His turn now to assess her. Lando's hand flying up to put pressure on the slit on her shoulder.

"What the hell is going on?" The waiver in his voice is not even trying to hide itself.

"My father has decided to use a different means to get to me.”

He's shocked at how steady her voice is. He can see the murky fear in her eyes, but also something he can't pinpoint.

"Are you alright?"

"Shaken up, obviously, but alive."

Her tears of relief are mixed with the blood on her cheeks.

Neither knew how this was going to end, but they couldn't spend much more time thinking about it.

"Do you know where he's keeping Charles and Max?"

He nods slowly, impressed at her composire. Then he's taking her hand and leading her onwards.

~

Jos was dejected at the sight of the four of them celebrating together. He hated that his son didn't listen to him or want anything to do with him, for that matter.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. But he'd made a deal.

He gets his son back, and the maniacal genius gets his daughter back. It's a win-win aside from the British boy and Anoying Monegasque having to lose out on life. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

The man he’d been working with found him. Knew him even. It was creepy, but he was willing to work with it. The mad man wanted his daughter back for something he couldn’t explain and Jos wanted his son back.

If only Jos had known Max would fight tooth and nail for her- for them.

~

Charles had a flight and fight response. First, he tried flight. He tried to run to the safety of Max but was foiled instantly. He wanted to check on Lando, but they had dragged the Brit away so long ago.

Now he's alone and struggling. They've been trying to pin him down, but he's been masterfully landing kicks on any place he could to their bodies.

He wasn't going down without a fight.

It was when they started talking about her that his body went lax. The things they said just morally sounded terrible.

"I hope this is worth it."

"Pretty sure is she can bring back the dead.”

"To bad she can’t have her own kids. This would be easier for all of us if she could.” Charles had no clue what they were talking about. None of it was making sense. He did understand that the intent was to bring her back to wherever the devil is living.

Oh, how he wanted to scream. How he wanted to yell at her to stay away, that they would be fine. But it was too late.

He could see her silhouette walking towards him. She looked calm. Her presence helping his mind to think rationally.

Though it was no longer rational as every person around him started clawing at their throats. Coughing, rasping, and pleading for whatever had them to stop.

Charles knew it wouldn't.

She stood there barely moving her hands. He could see the lights reflecting of her sweat. Then Lando was behind him, pulling out of the restraints. Reassuring him that everything was going to be okay now.

He couldn't help but relax into the brits hold.

He didn't know if they died as they fell. And frankly, he didn't care in this moment.

She crouched down to his level, cupping his face with her hands. He’s glad to see them both okay but the word takes hold as he notices the holes littering her body.

“Are you okay Did they hurt you?” They both ask him. Though one is more frantic than the other. He nods his head, really flooding his body at the sight of the two.

~

 Abu Dhabi was an interesting race this year. Max had already won the world drivers championship. Regardless, the race was still good and fun and he put himself being able to relax even while he was driving.

The group had gone out to celebrate. He had won. Redbull had won. Obviously, there was going to be a party.

The quartet, however, did not plan on staying long. It had been a long year for all of them, filled with many highs and lows. They all wanted to celebrate with each other in peace.

They had escaped a moment and decided to walk along the track just the four of them. The stars were out and the moon is bright. The lights from the track are still turned on. It felt peaceful, like nothing could take this moment away from them.

Then it was gone.

In the blink of an eye, Max was being dragged away from his lovers. Unknown hands and foreign voice is coming in every direction. He screamed, and he thrashed in an attempt to escape. But the hold on him was too much those. The people holding him there came prepared. So much for being a high performance athlete.

It felt like hours, even though it was probably just minutes. He hadn’t necessarily given up on fighting, but it felt pointless, and he was running out of energy. He needed to conserve what he had left to come up with a plan.

Then his father came out of the haze. He lectured him about why he was doing this for his own good.

Oh, how Max was seething.  His father had once again managed to get in the middle of his personal life. Claiming of what he was doing was for his benefit.

Max yelled in anger. He didn’t know all what he was saying just thought it felt good to get it out of his system.

Then a new voice. One he’d never heard before.

“Relax, you can have him to yourself soon enough.” The voice said.

His father was mumbling in Dutch as he walked away obediently. It was shocking for Max to see. Jos didn’t normally walk away from a fight.

They kept him on his knees but they had barely touched him. If he had to guess, Max would say his father struck a deal. The thought makes him want to throw up.

Everything in him wants to fight. He wants to scream out to see if his partners respond.

But he didn’t need to.

It’s blurry. He didn’t realize he was crying. The flash of his lovers comforting eyes the only thing pulling him back from his increasing panic.

Two of them. Where’s the third?

He can hear the sound of crushing bones and shrill screams.

The three of the, are huddled together. Lando has his buried in Max’s chest and Charles’ arms are wrapped tightly around his midsection.

Then the sickening calm of silence.

He can hear her heavy pants. He can smell the carnage around him.

Slowly he gets up and approaches the female like a wild animal.

She looks psychotic in a way. Her skin is slick with sweat. Her body is stitching itself together but her wounds have drenched her clothes in a dark red.

Blood seems to cover most of her.

She looks exhausted. Her visible skin has lost its color. She looks like she’s on edge, scanning her surroundings for more threats.

Max doesn’t touch her when he gets close. He can see the tears pulling in her eyes, taking in what she’s done.

She sinks to her knees. The weight of it all pulls her to the ground. “Are you hurt?”

Max looks at her with love. She’d always made sure everyone else came first. She’s bleeding out before his eyes and yet she’s asking if he’s okay.

He sets himself in front of her.

“Why aren’t you scared? I’m everything he said I am.” Her voice breaks. She’d killed them but Max knew it wasn’t out of any good feelings. She wasn’t satisfied with herself. She had done it to protect them.

Lando and Charles are next to him now. Charles is the first to reach for her hand. She flinched away at first but then relaxes at the touch, letting the warmth of his skin remind her that everyone is alive.

“We could never be scared of you, mon amour. You were protecting us.”

“But I killed them.” She sobs. Her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her arms close around herself as she pushes herself as close to the ground as possible.

Max knows they need to get out of there. People are going to be here soon and they’ll ask to many questions.

But they aren’t at fault, so why is he scared?

Screw it, he’s calling Seb.

The four of them pile into each other. The female wails have not slowed and their doing her best to get her to breath. Her blood pools onto the tarmac even though her wounds are closing slowly before their eyes.

Max manages to get his cell to work. The screen shattered and he can barely see what’s on it because of the static, but it works.

He fails Sebs number. He feels guilt about spoiling his retirement party but he doesn’t know what else to do.

“Hello? Max?”

“Help.”

~

She wasn’t sure what was happening. There are sirens and police surrounding the area now. People are asking her questions that she can’t respond too. Her skin is on fire and she can’t feel her limbs. She just wants to go home.

Seb hasn’t left her. She’s clutching his hand like a child. The fear of being left alone with strangers and her thought to much to handle right now.

The other three are answering questions. Mostly about how she looks like she went to hell and back and they have some scraped knees and bruises.

“Y/N is trained in martial arts and self-defence.” Explains the Dutch for the thousandth time. “They came after us. Majority of them ran away. And do you blame her for fighting? Shes been kidnapped before for fucks sake!”

Max stomps away from the first responders and back to her. He sits down next to her in the ambulance and huffs. “They aren’t listening.”

“Patience. They are trying to get all the information.” Seb continues wiping blood off her exposed body. Her clothes are decimated and her hair is a crusty tangled mess.

“I know. It’s just frustrating. I want the to catch the people who organized this.”

“Your dad one of them?”

Max turns his head away in shame. “I highly doubt he’ll come back to any races after he exposed himself like this.”

“One can hope.” Seb sighs and Max nods his head in agreement. Seb runs to rag over the wound in her shoulder, the sting causing her to let out a hiss of pain through her teeth. “Sorry, Love.”

The adrenaline that had once been fueling her had dwindled away into nothing now. Everything hurts and she’s tired, but Seb said she needs to stay awake for now.

Lando peeks his head into the vehicle. “They want to ask you questions, love. If you aren’t up to it I’ll let them know.” Lando patiently awaits her response. Wordless, she stumbles out of the bed and into Lando’s arms. He helps her out of the ambulance, and they take slow steps back onto the tarmac. Her breathing gets more uneven with each step.

Lando keeps his arm around her waist to help her to her destination. "You don't have to do this yes, we can wait until you're stronger." She smiles at him with appreciation, but she knows it's better to do it now.

The officer meets her halfway, and Charles jogs to catch up with them.

"Did you recognize any of the attackers?"

"No."

"Did you kill the seven that were on the track when we arrived."

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"They wanted to kill us."

"How do you know?"

"They said so. They held knives to throats and huns to heads."

Charles had never heard her sound so robotic. Like every answer had been preprogrammed into her.

"We're they the ones who hurt you?"

"Yes."

"What happened with Max, Charles, and Lando?"

Her breath hitches, and the tears start again. Lando increases the pressure of his hold as her knees go to buckle.

"They almost died. They got them by surprise and tried to kill them to get to me." She can't stop the cries that sake her body again.

Charles is at her other side. The two are trying to keep her upright. Her dry heaving not helping them.

They decided they heard enough. So they dragged the group down to the police station to test them for every possible mind altering substance on the planet.

She cried every time they touched her. The medical equipment is not helping her state if mind.

The four males sit and wait for her. They weren't allowed to go with. She fought, tooth and nail, because she didn't want to leave them. They begged to let at least one of them go with her, but we're ultimately denied.

The look of panic on her face when she was being hauled away broke all of them.

An hour later, an officer came to give them an update. "We're holding her overnight."

"Absolutely not." States sebastian in protest. "The girl is traumatized. Her family almost died tonight, and she's been dealing with strangers keeping her away from them. You might want to rethink."

The man in front of them gives seb an exasperated look. "She killed seven people. We have no witnesses that can give an outsiders perspective. And we're waiting on security footage. Her blood work is anything but normal, and you seem dead set on leaving." The man explains. "I will have someone call you with an update tomorrow."

The boys left. Sullen. Tired. Broken.

They slept on sebastians' floor that night. Hanna watched as they passed out as soon as they got in the door. Seb just hugged her. His distress clear to her.

She deserves better. She was a child who had her innocence stolen.

~

The holding cell is cold and metallic. The air smells musty. The colors contrast her own appearance.

They didn't even give her new clothes or a hairbrush.

After hours of waiting, someone came in with a laptop. The image of her on the track is already on the screen.

The play button is pressed.

It's what happened but from an outsiders perspective.

She panics. Her whole body trying to not relive these moments.

They come over the gate with knives and guns drawn. Three of them immediately going for her.

You can't see it, but she’s using her powers. It looks like a mere glitch on the screen.

She disarms the first and takes a knife to the hip from the second. A knife she promptly pulls out of her and slams into his throat.

The first bullets came from the one behind. The one in front keeping her sandwiched innetween them.

They talked at this point, but the video doesn't have sound.

The first throws her to the ground, her head snapping from impact on the tarmac.

She reachches for the knife in the second man's throat. The now slick metal makes a gorey sound as it slides out of his next. She launches at the third before he can get another shot of. His finger never makes it to the trigger.

The third is a lot stronger than her. She coaxed her visions into guiding her, showing her how to get him on the ground. Her leg hooks into the back of his knee to pull him to the earth.

She waits now. Holding up her hands in surrender. Pleading with him to stop.

He dosents. His knife is now aimed at her. Me manages to lodge it into her stomach. Again, she pulls it out and slits the last man's throat.

Then she's sprinting.

She had heard the shots of protest from the boys. They were going to use them as leverage. She had to run. She had to heal. So she did both, managing to weave some things back together before she found Lando. Using her visions to guide her.

She was going to overdue it but she didn't care.

Lando had been forced to his knees. He had a gun passed to his head. Tears had glistened his cheeks as he mumbled words of forgiveness.

Then another stupid knife found its way into her shoulder. She returned the favor after that.

The man with the gun took off back over the fence. She didn't care, though. Lando was her priority at that moment.

Then she's untying him, making sure he's okay and running off to hopefully find the other two.

The camera angle switch’s again.

Charles is trying to kick away his captives, landing him a punch to his ribs and an elbow to his knees. They put all their weight on him to hold him steady.

Then their clawing at their throats. Her and Lando just standing and watching.

The video pauses. She didn't even realize she had been crying and shaking til she's brought back to the present.

"They have no fingerprints on them. No signs they poisoned themselves. You admitted to killing seven. How did you do it?"

She shrugs. How is she supposed to respond to this? "I guess I assumed I killed them. Me and Lando didn't know what was happening. We just stood there trying to assess the situation."

She feels like she might believe her own lie. There is no way to explain that. Her and Lando both just stare at what's happening.

Then the video turns back on.

Her and Lando are running to Charles, untying him, checking for injuries, then running off to find Max.

The last stint is something she wants to forget.

The group around Max and Jos had been massive. But they saw her walking towards them and fled the scene. All except one.

They'd fought for a ridiculous amount of time. She'd felt his bones snap underneath her. He'd pummeled her to a pulp. He pulled her hair. Her visions were no help as she was exhausted. They had each other in a headlock. She couldn't breathe. It didn't help he was stronger.

But her powers helped in that are as she used them to snap his neck. The sound of cracking the only think filling her ears for thirty seconds.

Then it shows them all together. It shows her on the ground screaming, crying, throwing up.

Then it's done.

She can't move. She can't breathe. Every moment now fresh in her brain once again.

"Technically speaking, this was all self-defense. They hit you first in every scenario."

She glared at whoever this man was that made her relive this.

But she didn't say anything because his next words were 'free to go.'

It's late and dark. She's still covered in blood. But her phone is broken.

So she walks.

She walks, and she cries.

She wants it all to end. The little girl wanted to be with her family. With sebastian and Hanna and her siblings. She needs to know her boys are okay.

She spaces out, lost in her own head as she arrives at the hotel. At Sebs door. Praying he's awake or at least will wake up.

She knocks. Fully expecting that she will be spending the night outside the door. To her shock, it opens.

Seb pulls her inside where she's tackled in hugs and kisses.

"They let you go?!"

"They had no reason to keep me."

She's aware of how awful she looks. She needs new clothes which she doesn't have here but their hotel room is farther than sebs.

And at 6 in the morning, they are in their own room. Seb, having driven back himself.

The boys are getting things together to help her clean up.

She stares at the wall. Blank and empty. Just how she feels.

Max and Lando are out at the store. They have nothing they need to help take care of her. They were expecting to leave this morning, but the benefit of flying private is that Max can change when they leave.

Charles is running a bath for her. She's a mess of litteral blood, sweat, and tears.

He croutches down next to her and pulls one of her hands into his own. "What do you say we get cleaned up, hm?"

She lets him help her to her feel. The warmth of the steam from the bath hitting her skin makes her feel something close to alive again.

Charles helps her out of her trashed clothing and then holds her hand while she gets in. "Do you want a moment to yourself, Chéri?"

She almost panics for a second. "Don't leave me- please."

"Do you want me on their with you or next to you?"

She likes when he asks with easy words. "With."

Then Charles is stripping of his own clothes and climbing in behind her.

He takes his time rinsing her skin. Careful not to mess with her new stitches that the paramedics gave her.

He spent time untangling her hair with nimble fingers and washing out every last bit of grime.

She relaxed into his hold. The safety of his arms reminding that he's alive, so is Max and Lando.

They're still in the bath when the other two come back. Lando and Max take the opportunity to get the food ready and set out their clothes for her to wear when she comes back.

“I know where both enjoying this, but I think if we stay in any longer we may become one with the water.” Charles laughs.

He gets out first and wraps a towel around his waist. He lays a spare on the floor so they don’t slide around anthem helps her to the ledge. He takes a towel and dries her off with it, taking extra care of her wounds and double checking that her stitches look okay still. He wraps her towel around her and slips his clothes back on. He wasn’t going to put her trashed clothing back on her.

Charles guides her out of the bathroom into the dimly lit suite. Max and Lando help her into their clothes; Max’s shirt and Lando’s sweats. Then they crawl into bed together.

Her cries shatter their hearts. The broken sobs of overwhelming feelings finally getting to her. “I don’t deserve this after what I did.”

“What you did was save us geliefde. We could ask for anything more then that.”

“But I killed people. He was right. I’m a fucking killer. A monster.”

“You killed them because you had too. It sucks and I can’t say I understand how your feeling, but if you didn’t do it then we would be dead. So no matter where your thoughts go, the three of us are grateful for what you did out there.”

“We love you Chére. Our superhero.”

~

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[thedarkzyxabyss]

Here’s a set of characters I created a few years ago for a small kingdom I made!

It’s a coastal kingdom which is famous for its large colosseum!

King Carrion

He/They

Seventh in line for the throne, Carrion was a mistreated, sickly prince (so much so that his family literally named him something that means carcass 💀). Looked down upon constantly, this guy wasn’t really guaranteed any future of any kind.

When a pandemic swept through his kingdom, however, he found himself as the only survivor due to living in a separate place (due to being ostracized) which saved his life. Now finding himself as the ruler of his small nation, he tries his best to keep his kingdom afloat despite being very unqualified for the task…

His face (along with parts of his body) is disfigured from abuse and mistreatment. He hides it behind a mask/prosthetic.

He’s incredibly shy and self-deprecating, but he is trying his best for his people.

Tries to keep up airs of a “competent and mysterious” ruler, but he’s really having a panic attack on the inside lol

Collected his guards with the help of Nexus. Honestly is like one of those dads that gets bullied by his kids

Nexus (guy with large star blast on his face)

He/Him

A skeleton of unknown origin. He applied to be a knight at an early age and worked his way up to be King Carrion’s personal guard. A extremely skilled and capable knight despite his origins and disability.

His right arm is actually missing! He doesn’t talk about how he lost it often.

A super chill guy, almost like nothing bugs him at all.

He doesn’t tend to have any presence whenever in a room full of people, and kind of doesn’t speak much unless spoken to.

Married his war buddy for tax benefits

Genuinely cares for Carrion despite everything the king has been through. Very loyal to him.

Neutral towards the other guards, but likes to mess with Soup a little lmao

Soup

He/They

A descendant of a sub species of skeletons that originate in one of the most unloveable, hostile places on the continent. Built to survive and adapt, these people were referred to as “the warrior tribes”, known for their immense strength, keen instincts, and violent behavior.

Works as one of King Carrion’s Guard, has a special role as a “Royal Executioner”

Part-Time works at the colosseum as a gladiator (although he dresses closer to a show pony 💀)

Currently in a situationship /lh

Annoyed with Nexus but he’s his superior sooooooo

Trains Caviar but also just likes fighting them lol

Steals Muffin’s food 60% of the time

Caviar

She/They/It

A young sea beast that has the capability to shape shift into a massive leviathan, known for causing typhoons and sinking countless of ships.

Works as one of King Carrion’s guard, usually works as a speedy alternative to sea travel.

Was mistaken as a merfolk by an underground business and was taken from her mother. She later bonded with a few other kidnapped children at their facility located in the middle of the ocean. She ended up single-handedly destroying half of the compound, and escaping with most of the other children to the nearest kingdom (which happened to be Carrion’s kingdom).

Loves to swim around and eat lots of fish, as well as caviar (lmao)

Likes to bug Muffin for snacks

Play fights with Soup lots

Muffin

He/They/It

A living suit of armor. Well, more technically, he’s a spirit that inhabits a suit of armor (kind of similar to/inspired by Mad Dummy in Undertale)

Works as one of King Carrion’s guard, less so actually doing his job and more so being a glorified cook.

A gentle giant, would rather not want to fight and instead resolve things peacefully

Loves baking

Gets bullied by Soup a lot lol

Dotes on Caviar

( also minor liatris jumpscare in the last image grgrgrrrhgghghgrrghgh i love my boy but i wanna gatekeep him but i wanna share him oughhhhh)

[fruitcoops]

a prompt:

sirius and regulus argument. probably something which has been manifesting for a while, like it starts with short sly comments and then builds up to create tension within the family (cuz i consider them part of the dumais family) so dumo tries to comfort one or both of them in the end? kinda long prompt, it’s just something that i’ve not seen and would like to see how it would work?

Gnaw at the Bone, because I just can't leave these two alone. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW** (please be gentle with yourselves!): canon shit childhoods (no graphic abuse), Walburga and Orion's A+ parenting, sibling parentification, panic attack, bad coping mechanisms (skating), and past minor injuries from said coping mechanisms

“Sirius.”

“Reg.”

His stomach twisted. His head throbbed. His mouth tacked over, lips sticky, chapped, too much, not enough. Years of it. Stars in orbit, on a collision course with anything that came too close—their gravity was inescapable and destructive to the nth degree. They ruined everything but each other. That gravity would rub and chafe and grind at their rough surfaces and it made him sick to think about it.

Oh, it made him sick to think about it.

--

“Sirius.”

“Reg.”

And that was it—a clipped acknowledgment from scowling lips, then resignation. Regulus disappeared down the hall with his pasta. Sirius watched him go, shook his head, and headed in the opposite direction with a white-knuckled grip on his cup.

Alright then.

“Everything okay?” Pascal ventured.

Sirius jumped, his glower lifting for a moment in surprise, as if Pascal hadn’t been sitting there for over an hour. “What?”

Pascal tilted his head toward the empty doorway and set aside the broken toaster. “Everything okay?”

His mouth dipped in a grimace; his brow wrinkled like he was trying to find the weak link in a failing play, but something simmered beneath. “We’ll figure it out,” Sirius finally answered. “We’ll—it’s Reg, you know?”

Pascal didn’t know, actually, but Sirius was gone before he could ask for an elaboration. In fact, the only thing he knew for sure was that Regulus had gone through a period of rapid character development over the past nine months and that Sirius didn’t stop loving him for a single second of it, even through the snappish attitude, even through those horrible interviews that Regulus clearly regretted. They were two sides of the same coin with the unfortunate ability to be as evasive as greased weasels.

Celeste would say he was being nosy. Pascal preferred to think of it as a natural desire to engage with his kids as a loving, supportive parent.

He looked down at the toaster, then back up at the opposing doorways and sighed. It seemed some detective work was in order.

--

“Remus! How are you, mon ami?”

“I’m…good?” To his credit, Remus recovered quickly and offered a light fist bump in greeting. “What’s up?”

Pascal waved a vague hand. “The usual. House is good? Dog is healthy? Boyfriend is happy?”

Bingo. A shadow flickered over Remus’ face before it smoothed out into his usual neutral friendliness. “Yeah, we’re doing great. We were thinking of repainting the living room soon, so if there’s a day you want to borrow the dog, I’m all ears.”

“Parfait, I’ll let you know. And Regulus?”

There it was again—the tension, the twitch, the passive smile. “I think Sirius is just glad to have him home. It’s really been great getting to know him. He’s a sweet kid.”

He might be, but he’s been getting on your nerves, too. If Pascal knew anything, that would piss Sirius off more than any insult Regulus hurled his way. “I’m so glad to hear it. It’s good for them to be near each other right now.”

He clapped Remus on the shoulder and stood before the younger man could respond. It wasn’t just a one-time problem, then; whatever the seething, festering thing between Sirius and Regulus was, it had seeped into their everyday function. Enough that it had even begun annoying Remus ‘Patient’ Lupin. Pascal might not be able to fix their issue, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give them a nudge in the right direction.

Sirius was right where he left him, hunched on the bench with a whiteboard in hand, though his pen served more as a drumstick than a writing instrument as Pascal approached. The tip-tapping stopped when he ruffled Sirius’ hair and took the seat next to him. “Defense,” Sirius muttered by way of explanation. “There’s a gap. Tremzy’s a killer when he goes in for a shot, but we need to close his spot when he moves.”

Pascal hummed in agreement and propped his skates up on the boards, letting the battered wood take his weight and ease the ache. “Good eyes.”

“ ‘s what I get paid for.”

“You seem tense, mon fils.”

“Hmm?” Sirius blinked. His eye contact was pristine, but his attention was lightyears away. “Sorry, just thinking. Did you need something?”

Pascal offered a wry smile. “What, you’re too old to let me sit with you?”

The deep crease between Sirius’ brows smoothed out; he smiled softly. He blinked again; this time, a bit of him returned. Not beyond all hope of intervention, then. “Non. Desolé. I’m…I’m in my head today.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

A few seconds passed before Sirius nodded. Pascal watched his gaze go distant again and his cheek dimpled as he bit the flesh inside. Guilt. Perhaps frustration. A twisted mystery to solve, if Pascal had not been watching him so closely since he first blessed their threshold. It was Regulus, it was Remus and Regulus—

It was something from a time Sirius had been trying to lock down. Ghosts were hard to trap behind hasty boards, nailed haphazard and half-panicked. Sirius was better, not healed. He was safe, not exorcised. He was so goddamn brave it hurt to watch, but Pascal wasn’t foolish enough to miss the way he spooked. And Regulus was a good kid, but a fucking mess all the same.

(Privately, he questioned the decision to go headlong into university right after escaping 18 years of living hell. That was not his place to challenge and not his problem to solve.)

(But still. University? Really?)

Sirius made another note on his board. A canine tooth poked out as he worried at his lower lip. Pascal watched him fidget, hands up and over and under and between, and steadied himself with a slow exhale when Sirius began twirling his pen over his knuckles with a dull, rippling noise.

“Regulus is angry with me.”

Pascal made an impassive noise. It was Regulus.

“I think. Probably.” Sirius’ knee bounced for a five-count before going still. “He’s working through a lot. Finals were hard. It took him off-guard. He got snappy at Remus.”

Remus and Regulus. “Oh?”

“Something about changing his sheets. He didn’t like that we went in his room to clean while he was away.”

Something from a time you’ve been trying to lock down. Not mutually exclusive events, but a progression. Sirius was fixed on a far point, no longer tracking the movement of players. His hands had gone quiet.

“I think I—I think they—” Space hung between them like a bear trap. It was horrible to be right. Sirius exhaled hard and shook his head. “C’est pas grave.”

Pascal bit back his disappointment. He knew better than to think it would spill out so easily. He scooted closer on the bench, and when Sirius didn’t flinch, leaned over to bump him with a gentle shoulder. “Don’t let it eat you up, ouais? Regulus is grown. So are you. It will come in time.”

A halfhearted nod was the best he would get, it seemed. Pascal risked a soft squeeze to the back of Sirius’ neck and—there he was. The loosening of his tense shoulders, the careful lean into the contact. “We’ll talk,” Sirius said.

“Take it slow,” Pascal advised, and prayed to any god that Sirius would at least listen to that. Those who shoved their hands in the cage of a feral animal only came away bitten and rabid. For all his growth, Sirius was plenty feral without the influence of Regulus Black ripping him open again.

They watched the drills together in silence for forty-five minutes. When they were done, Sirius’ clipboard held only blank paper.

--

“Tuney and I were really close. As kids, I mean.”

A light, fluffy cloud passed overhead on the rushing breeze.

“We did everything together. Like, literally everything. Mom used to joke that we should’ve been twins.”

The pain in her voice was one he knew well.

“We started drifting when I hit junior high, I think.” A controlled, even breath followed the gentle sound of a dandelion being picked. A few bits of fluff floated in and out of view. “And then high school came around, and she hated my fucking guts. Shredded all my tights with a fork. Refused to look at me in the lunchroom. Mom and Dad didn’t tell her it was okay, but they didn’t stop her, either. They just kind of sat there and looked sympathetic.”

Quiet fell over them again. A strand of hair billowed over his vision for a half-second. Time for a haircut.

“I still don’t know what I did,” Lily confessed to the afternoon sun. “I still don’t think she’s forgiven me.”

Looking at Regulus now, Sirius thought he might finally understand what she meant.

The corner of Regulus’ mouth was turned down; not more than usual, but enough to be a scowl to anyone who knew where to look. Quietly, he hoped Regulus’ school friends could tell the difference. He deserved to have people like that. Sirius wasn’t sure he had explained that very well before sending him off. Or ever.

“It’s a good book,” he said.

Regulus made a noncommittal noise. He hadn’t turned a page since Sirius paused in the doorway.

Another try. Pull back to the midline, find an open corridor. “One of my favorites.”

“Je sais.”

“Why are you angry with me?”

Once upon a time, he would not have been so bold as to ask. Once upon a time, Regulus would have sunk further into his cocoon. One pale finger traced the edge of the worn paperback. “I’m not angry with you.”

You’re always a little angry with me. “You won’t look at me.”

“God forbid I’m busy.”

“You’re reading.”

“And I’m busy,” Regulus said waspishly. “Go get Remus to take you for a walk, or something.”

Maybe this was where Lily had failed. In one way or another, she and Petunia had missed each other in the middle. He could recall those six terrible, lonely years with too much clarity to let Regulus push him away. Losing him would never be worth an argument won. “I want to spend time with you.”

“Then get your own book.” Regulus muttered something else under his breath that Sirius didn’t care to look into.

He swallowed down a sigh and picked one at random off the shelf, then settled down on the couch opposite Regulus’ armchair. The words could have been in Portuguese, for all they registered in his mind. The edges were soft from many hands. It might have been Remus’, or from the secondhand bookstore in town. God, it could have been one of Sirius’ own favorites for all he knew. He was working on knowing more of those.

The color blue, but a specific shade.

Tater-tot casserole, preferably with meat, acceptable with just cheese.

Books with adventures, books he could run away in.

Poutine with extra gravy.

Henley shirts that stopped at his elbow.

Hoodies—not the zip-fronts—made of heavier fabric. The ones where Remus had fussed with the cuffs.

“What’s your book—”

The sudden snap of cover on page made him wince; an irritated grumble-sigh hung on its coattails as Regulus swept out of the room without a backward glance. Sirius’ stomach turned, and turned, and turned. He always fucked it up. He always tried too hard. He shut his book in silence and set it on the floor, and went to get his skates.

--

I’m not an infant. Bared teeth and clenched fists. A charge in the air, a snake ready to strike. And you are not my fucking mother.

Remus wrinkled his nose and scrubbed harder at the grout.

Nightmarish, is what it was. The summer had been sun-soaked and semi-charmed with only the awkwardness of getting-to-know-you’s to taint it. But that was Remus’ perfect wheelhouse—polite conversation, buttering up, small talk to ease Regulus into a world that wasn’t actively trying to shred him. It had all worked so well.

He didn’t know what went wrong. Worse, he didn’t know how to fix any of it. Regulus was constantly boiling with silent fury like a kettle about to blow and it was terrible. Every second Sirius and Regulus existed within each others’ eyeline was hell. And they were living together. For twelve more days.

If they all survived this, Remus was going to take himself out for a little treat. One that did not involve scrubbing the kitchen grout just to avoid running into either of the ticking time bombs.

Regulus’ hissing colliding with the low, furious timbre of Sirius’ voice was not something Remus wanted to experience again, in this life or the next. Nobody won. Everybody lost in one way or another. Sirius got angry and Regulus got angry and Sirius got defensive and Regulus got mean, flat-out and full-send. Sirius snapped back, Regulus stormed off, and Remus spent the better part of his night assuring Sirius he was not turning into his parents. Rinse, repeat, wish for death.

Commotion kicked up in the living room and went quiet in the same breath—Remus paused to watch Regulus stomp off with a book in one white-knuckled hand and listened carefully for the aftershocks.

The house inhaled with him. The office door closed hard. Sirius’ footsteps were rhythmic as a metronome all the way up the stairs and back down again—Remus bit his tongue when he saw the skates clenched in one hand—and remained that way until the basement door shut him out.

Then, and only then, did Remus let a quiet, “shit” slip through his teeth.

--

Pull back to the midline. Pull back to the midline. Watch, pull back, find your corridor, strike.

The puck skated past the goal without so much as a whisper of net. Sirius hardly heard it hit the boards.

--

Remus looked faintly ill when they arrived at practice; Pascal was grateful for the early warning to prepare himself for Sirius’ perma-scowl and overall vibe of ultimate distress. The change in the atmosphere nearly made his ears pop. Leo made a hasty retreat from the locker room after Kasey, looking as if he had taken psychic damage, and several others watched him leave with unbridled longing.

“On-ice in five,” Sirius said. Ordered. Everything about him looked incorrectly articulated. “We’re running drills, then doing dry lands.”

Not a soul dared to try the usual bitching and moaning. All cheerful conversation had met its abrupt end.

Cole lowered his head and slunk out the door like a stray bit of shadow. The rest of them followed suit within a minute or two, save for James, who steered Sirius into the ice room with a firm hand on his back.

Plastic buckles clinked softly in the empty space left. “They’re worse?”

Remus slumped forward and muffled a groan in both hands. “They’re going to fucking kill each other.”

“Any idea what happened?”

Remus spread his hands with a lost expression.

“Did this start when Regulus came home?”

“It’s just been the past three days.” Remus shook his head, leaning his elbows heavily on his knees with his pads half-done. “I can’t—Reg was fine when he got here. He was fine through Christmas. Sirius mentions we changed his sheets before he came home, and now he wants my head on a pike and my boyfriend to explode.”

Pascal picked at the peeling logo of his shorts. Sheets. What was so special about the sheets? “Were they new sheets?”

“Same ones he used all summer. I literally just washed them and put them back.”

“So…he didn’t like that you were in his space?” Remus half-shrugged, clearly frazzled by the mere memory. “You know, Adele hates it when we go into her room. Even to drop laundry off, or help her clean.”

“No, yeah, Jules is the same. That’s what started it.”

“Started…?” Understanding crept up his throat like battery acid. “He didn’t.”

“It was bad,” Remus said weakly.

“How bad?”

The laces of Remus’ skates dragged on the ground while he shuffled in his stall. The lines of his arms were rigid and upset; he scratched at the back of his wrist, curled over like he was trying to shield his middle. “His feet bled again.”

Pascal closed his eyes. He should have pushed harder against the basement rink eight years ago. He shouldn’t have let Sirius leave so soon.

He forgot, sometimes, how very alone Sirius had been.

“I fixed it,” Remus said after a minute. Of course you did. He sniffed, shaking his head like he could hear Pascal’s thoughts. “It wasn’t too bad. Blisters, mostly, some hotspots. Made him keep the bandaids on for practice. I hate—Dumo, I hate this. I hate living in it, I hate seeing them tear each other apart. It’s so quiet.”

“They need to stop,” Pascal agreed. Remus kept looking at him for—a solution, he realized. Terrible hope. Something desperate and fragile, a young man coming to a mentor for help he just…couldn’t give.

He looked away first. Remus’ exhale felt like a knife.

--

“It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s me—”

“No, no, no,” Remus soothed somewhere in the catastrophe of the world.

Sirius spit, again, and pressed his hands over his eyes, again, and willed the bathroom floor to stop digging into his knees and just swallow him up already. His skin crawled and he wanted to scratch but he couldn’t take his hands away or the room would spin and tip him into nothingness.

Maybe he belonged there. But he had managed to hurt Regulus when he was a country away, so perhaps he wouldn’t even be safe in the ether.

Remus’ hand was cool on the small of his back as he frantically tried to keep his dinner down. He didn’t rub. He didn’t tap. He didn’t so much as twitch. Sirius listed to the side and flashed a hand out to steady himself. The pain of his wrist hitting the cabinet didn’t even register until Remus hissed in sympathy and took his weight in the bend of his arm.

“I am treating him just like they did,” Sirius rasped through the smoke pouring from inside him.

“No.” Remus was begging now. He sounded so tired. He was begging. The room swam in the kaleidoscope of suffering that he really should be used to by now, and Sirius pressed his elbows harder into the toilet seat as his ears began to ring.

You are not my mother.

Sirius gasped in a too-hot breath. It had been directed at Remus, not him. But.

But he was.

It was so sick and twisted and his stomach made sure to tell him that with a real-world example of both those words.

You are not my mother.

She wasn’t, either. Their nannies had come close. Sirius missed them sometimes (often) (aching) (with the hurt of a child).

Remus was not Regulus’ mother but he had been, in the same scream-worthy way he had been his father, too, and his brother. He couldn’t think too hard about how he had been the only one to cuddle Regulus without crying and fuck, there he went, Sirius the drama queen making the whole damn world about him.

“Okay, okay.” Arms came around him, easing the slicing pain of the sobs that caught him in fishhooks. The back of his hand hit the floor. His knees hurt like a bruise. His face was smushed against Remus’ chest and it really should have been uncomfortable. Remus made a noise of sympathy and gathered all the gross, slimy, bits of a Sirius-puddle into his arms because he was a saint. The patron saint of fucking messes, and Sirius was the messiest sinner of them all.

“I’m so horrible to him,” he sobbed, hitching and sticky. Probably incoherent. He mumbled. She hated it when he mumbled. “I’m so horrible.”

You are not my mother.

“It was me.” He gulped for air. Remus’ dizzying words fell quiet at the interruption. He added another note to his list of penance. “It was me, it was, I tried.”

“What did you try?” Remus’ fingertips brushed away a loose, sweaty lock and the sobs came harder after that, wracking him down to his organs, past the precious cradle of his ribs. A warm palm cupped the back of his head and Sirius heard a strangled noise interrupt his own endless babbling. He didn’t know he could make that sound. With the way his throat and body were angled against the unmovable pillar of Remus, though, it shouldn’t have surprised him.

“I was—I was his mother.” It was so hard to breathe through the gasping. “I didn’t know what I was doing but I was his mother but I won’t be her.”

“Oh, god.” Remus sounded weak for a saint. There went another beautiful thing, ruined in Sirius’ messy clumsy hands. And somehow, in the darkness, in the Blackness, a kiss nestled just near his temple.

He couldn’t help but go still, then limp, as all the fight and fear siphoned from his flooded lungs.

Remus breathed like he was going to speak several times before he did. “There are other ways.” His voice was heartbreak. Sirius closed his burning eyes. “Sirius—baby, you know my mom. You know Effie, and Celeste, and you know Lily.”

Lily. He knew Lily. Her green eyes, so much pain and regret. Don’t be like me, Pads. Her green eyes, the way she looked at Harry, the way they matched. Sirius had his mother’s eyes. Had she ever looked at him like that?

“There are other ways to be someone’s mother. And…” His hands stuttered, then began to move again, scritching the back of Sirius’ head. That feeling usually made him go comatose in their bed. “Regulus was trying to hurt me when he said that. You know that, right?”

I am not an infant. And you are not my fucking mother.

Remus kissed him again. The shell of his ear, this time. “It wasn’t about you. I promise.”

But it was. There on the bathroom floor, it was.

--

The woman was watching him with infuriating patience. Sometimes—more often than he cared to count—she would even look away to her clipboard or her phone, and that was even worse. Regulus knew how to be ignored. He fucking hated her nonchalant attention.

Either look at me and pay attention or ignore me properly, he thought with enough force that it should have beamed into her brain directly.

Heather chewed at the corner of her lip and checked her texts again.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask questions?” he finally muttered.

She looked up, milk-mild. “Are you ready to answer them?”

You can’t trick me that easily. “Are they worth my time?”

“I certainly think so.” She tilted her head back and forth for a moment. “But it’s not up to me to decide. That’s your choice.”

“So I can just walk out right now?”

“Sure.”

Regulus only let himself pause for a second before regaining his composure. “I’m pretty sure my brother would murder me if I did that.”

“Your brother didn’t set up this appointment.” A smile made her face even kinder, like a storybook bear. “And I’m not allowed to discuss my other patients’ homicidal tendencies. But yes, Mr. Black—”

“Don’t call me that or I’ll puke, I promise.”

“—yes, Regulus, you are welcome to leave whenever you feel like it. I can’t legally force you into therapy and I don’t particularly want to. If you would prefer to sit here quietly, we’ve still got twenty minutes left.”

He bit the inside of his cheek.

“I have a spare crossword,” she offered.

Gifts. Of course. What an awful woman. He plucked absently at the threads of the armrest and slouched into the too-squishy cushions.

Silence reigned supreme for another five minutes and twenty-four seconds before Heather stretched her wrists and smiled at him again. “It’s good to see you, Regulus.”

“You don’t have to say that,” he snorted.

“I know.”

“So don’t.”

“Alright.” She tapped the side of her thumb on her clipboard. “I’m glad you came back. Is that better?”

“Will you stop with the mind games, please?”

Heather’s eyes softened. His skin crawled. “Regulus, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in my office. I would vastly prefer it if you did something you enjoy with this time, rather than forcing yourself to come and sit there and be miserable. I’ll sit with you if you’d like, but it seems like that’s not helping.”

His lip curled against his will. “So Sirius told you I’m miserable?”

“I haven’t spoken to Sirius lately.”

“You should. He’s a disaster.” Ignore that I’m a screaming teenage trainwreck.

“If he gets in touch with me, I’ll happily make time.”

“He won’t,” Regulus informed her. He wondered if she would stop him. Was there a point where he was no longer allowed to talk about her other patients? He already felt pathetic enough for refusing to use any therapist except the one Sirius had vouched for.

Heather hummed. “Guess that’s for him to know, and for me to find out.”

Push push push push push— “He’s been a mess. He’s doing that implosion thing he does when I’m mean to him. It’s like he thinks everyone in the whole world depends on him to be happy, and the second they’re not, it’s his fault.”

“And have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Been mean to him?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been terrible.” Regulus frowned slightly and sat up. “You know I’m not a nice person, don’t you? You should know that before we start anything.”

Heather seemed interested, but not confused. Infuriating. “Okay.”

“Sirius is the nice one.”

“Okay.” She nodded for a moment. “Why is Sirius nice, but you’re not?”

“You’re not—” He bit his tongue. Being mean to Heather was not what he came here to do. Wasting his time with someone who didn’t understand was not the point of this. “Sirius would have been much happier as a suburban family’s well-loved dog. He’s good like that.”

“Okay.”

“I was ignored for three-quarters of my childhood and have half a dozen complexes and attachment issues because of it. I am not a nice person at all, and so I take it out on Sirius because—I don’t know, I think it’s supposed to feel good, since he had everything and then he left me.” She was still looking at him. Mild and kind. Was everyone in Gryffindor obtuse enough to think he was kidding? “Heather, I am telling you that I’m petty and mean and use my older brother as an emotional punching bag because our parents fucked us up. There is nothing you can say to help me.”

“Supposed to feel good?”

Regulus blinked. “Pardon?”

“You said it was ‘supposed to feel good’ when you’re mean to your brother.” Heather rested her head on her hand. He wasn’t sure when she had put her clipboard aside. “Does it feel good?”

“Oh my god, no,” Regulus laughed hoarsely. “No, it feels like I’m the worst person alive. Why does that change anything?”

--

I just wanted them to like me.

It hadn’t even been about love, in the end. He had given up on that. Forget about pride—that was a lost cause. But he had yearned to be liked, to have a smile turned on him like the ones he only remembered in blurry dreams between sleep and wakefulness. Their father had light crow’s feet by his eyes. They were probably deeper by now. Their love was never going to happen but it really would have been enough to simply be liked. Regulus had been bright enough to stop hanging on to them far sooner; oh, yes, he had always been the smart one.

Heather had seemed sad when he said that. Sirius hated making her sad.

--

Pascal thought he knew where the precipice was. He thought they had more time to reel that celestial disaster back from the brink before they tipped over it, clawing at each other for grip and for hurt. Looking back, he felt like an utter fool for thinking he could have stopped them.

--

“You fucking liar!”

“I wouldn’t lie to you!”

“Yes you would, you always do that!”

“I—” Sirius’ mouth snapped closed; his jaw ticked with tension. “I wouldn’t—”

“You do,” Regulus insisted angrily. “Our whole childhood, and now this. I won’t fall for it anymore.”

“I told you, I didn’t go through your things—”

“Stop it.”

“It was just changing the goddamn sheets—”

“Stop it.”

“God forbid I want you to sleep on something clean!” Sirius shouted back.

Regulus flushed red, bright against his dark hair. “Don’t yell at me!”

“Are you—you started yelling first, you pain in the ass!”

“Oh, I’m just a pain in the ass now?”

Sirius threw his hands in the air with a furious noise and folded them at his nape, shaking his head. His stomach hurt and trembled. His throat was tight, and every swallow had to fight its way around an iron fist. The inside of his cheek was raw and tender from his teeth. “You’re fucking delusional.”

Remus straightened fast. “Woah—”

“I’m delusional?” Regulus laughed humorlessly, hysterically, all dry bonfire wit. “I’m delusional? I’m not the one that tried to start a brand-new family when the old one failed!”

The insides of his ribs were scorched black. “Don’t bring Remus into this—”

“I’m talking about him!” Regulus’ arm shot out. One pale, skeletal finger hovered in midair, an executioner’s axe. A hairline tremor shivered over his skin; his eyes gleamed.

Dumo had both hands on Sirius’ broken toaster, and both eyes locked on Regulus’ hand in shock.

“You had it all planned out, didn’t you?” Regulus’ face contorted. “From the second they called your name on the television. You were going to billet and you were going to go to him and fuck the rest of us, is that it?”

Sirius couldn’t feel his hands. I still don’t know what I did. I still don’t think she’s forgiven me. “Regulus, no.”

But Regulus just nodded, tears welling up despite the guillotine edge of his voice. “You did. And thank fuck for that, because then Logan came along and a brand-new brother just dropped himself in your lap without any effort at all. Your perfect parents, your perfect brother, your perfect, perfect life. How convenient.”

He shook his head. “No. No, it’s not like that.”

But.

But it was. A little bit, it was. Dumo wasn’t his choice but he was Sirius’ escape. And Logan…Logan had been so alone, so afraid, so young, hiding under his baseball caps like Regulus used to hide under his toques. Sirius had caught too many sidelong glances of dark curls and bitten back the wrong name those first few months.

Regulus could smell it on him. Could read Sirius’ guilt like a child’s book. His eye twitched. “I told you not to lie.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Sirius said hoarsely.

“I don’t care.”

“It was not my intent—”

“Fuck your intent.”

Lightning spit up inside him and he choked it down, tasting iron as it went. “Will you let me speak? Or are you going to stand there and yell until you feel better?”

Regulus’ face turned blotchy with rage. “Don’t patronize me.”

“Then stop acting like a child,” he snapped back.

“You sound like—”

“Do not.”

Something burnt coated his tongue as the lightning licked off it in a whipcrack and sparked between them. Regulus looked away, fists balled tight against his sides.

Sirius let the burning out on a controlled breath. “Do not bring them into this,” he continued carefully, even as a scream built under his lungs, kicking its feet and howling. “Do not bring her into this. I am telling you right now that you will not like how it goes for you.”

Regulus’ mouth twisted, petulant and bitter. “You’re really going to threaten me? Now?”

“I don’t threaten, Regulus. I win.”

“Because everything is a competition,” he sneered.

“Because you know better than to start that fight.” Sirius caught his gaze and held it with clenched, snarling teeth. Regulus knew better. Always the smart one, always levelheaded. Regulus, the wordsmith, and Sirius, blowing up the ground he stood on as long as he didn’t come out on the bottom. Locked jaw or locked antlers, dragging them both over the canyon edge before any thought of retreat. He had shouted himself voiceless before bending to their father. A simple locked door couldn’t block the endless screaming matches from Regulus’ memory.

“This isn’t a tantrum,” Regulus said at last.

The slavering dog in Sirius’ head sat back and eased its hold. He jerked his chin. “Then get to the point.”

“You left.”

“I was always going to leave.”

Regulus flinched, but to his credit, kept going. “You replaced us. Me.”

“Logan was never you.” Logan, young and scared, but not Regulus. Never Regulus. It had only ever taken a moment for Sirius to right himself, and less than that to be buried alive in guilt.

Regulus stared at the kitchen table. His nailbeds were white where he clutched the back of a chair. They’d have to get more iron into him while he was home; Sirius didn’t trust the university food. “You never came back.”

“For holidays—”

“You never came back,” Regulus repeated, louder. He blinked fast a few times, inhaling sharply. “You were never there for more than a day or two. You’d go dead the second we sat down together. You never—you never came back.”

“Regulus, that house was going to kill me.”

It came out too soft for the weight of it in the room. Regulus closed his eyes and leaned forward, stretching his arms with an unsteady exhale. Sirius kept his focus despite the building sting in his eyes but he could feel Dumo’s gaze on his neck, could hear Remus’ short inhale. There was no coming back from this. Ever onward, clawing his way out of the depths.

“One way or another, it was,” he continued quietly. “So, no. I didn’t go back. I won’t.”

The blur of Regulus tilted his face toward the ceiling with another shaky breath, still blinking fruitlessly as drops of mirrored light slipped down his cheeks. “Then how—?” He broke off and cleared his throat hard enough to make Sirius wince. “How could you leave me there?”

“I didn’t want to.”

It meant nothing; they both knew that. It still felt right to get it out there.

“I thought you’d come back,” Regulus said. “I thought you’d try. Once—once you had your first paycheck, or something.”

It hurt so much more to hear old, broken hope than anger. “They knew where I lived.”

“Then we’d move.” We. A child’s daydream. They made me hate you, but I never did. A phone number memorized for six and a half years. “We’d go somewhere else.” Regulus ran his sleeve under his nose and shook his head. “I was so alone. I don’t—” He looked up and immediately, his lip curled in disgust. “Oh, god, don’t look at me like that.”

“Reg—”

“Like a fucking puppy, merde.” He yanked his sleeves down over his hands and scrubbed viciously at his face, lingering over his eyes a second longer before letting them dangle at his sides again. He sniffled, then did a double-take when he saw Remus and Dumo on the other side of the room. “Why are you still here?”

“Um.” Remus glanced over at Sirius, but he had nothing to offer. “It…felt wrong to leave.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, though the effect was dampened by his red cheeks and slight pout. “You are all so codependent.”

“Don’t be mean,” Sirius chided instinctively.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Regulus gave him a quick up-and-down look. “We’re both ugly criers. Shit. Yell at me again.”

“…no?”

“Just do it, it’ll make me feel better.”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

“Don’t make me insult you more. My throat hurts.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“No.” They stood in silence for another fifteen seconds. Wool socks scuffed on the floor. Regulus gnawed at the inside of his lip, then stepped around the side of the table an inch. “If it’ll make you feel better.”

--

He was over six feet tall, now. His hockey muscle had yet to fade. He felt—

Small. He felt safe. A shudder ran down his aching back. It had been so long since he felt safe.

“Desolé.” Sirius’ voice vibrated in the burrow of his chest and Regulus pressed his face to it as hard as he could. “Desolé, mon etoile.”

Tears snuck up on him in bursts; he pushed closer, closer, tucking his arms between them and shuffling forward until he could stand on the front of Sirius’ stupid slippers and let the cold floor fall away. He was tired of drowning, but it was hard to remember how to let the water out.

Sirius sniffed above him. The kiss to the top of his head was more of a hard bump than anything else. His arms were tight and warm around Regulus’ back, one palm cupping the back of his head. “I never forgot you.”

“Je sais,” Regulus croaked back.

“I never forgot you.”

Don’t, don’t, don’t. He coughed to clear the brackish muck from his lungs. He wasn’t pretty like this, and he knew it. But neither was Sirius, so maybe that was okay. Just this once. He could be held like a child, just this once. It was a long time before they spoke again.

“I don’t want to see Heather anymore.” He breathed in Sirius’ laundry soap and the same deodorant they had both been wearing for years. The rushing flood in his head had become a stream, had become a trickle. His heartbeat pulsed behind his eye. “I want—I want to see someone else.”

Sirius’ shoulders relaxed enough that he could feel each muscle release. “Good.”

“I still haven’t told my friends about—the everything.” He felt Sirius nod and gathered two fistfuls of his hoodie. “I want to stay at school.”

“D’accord.”

“What if they find out?” He held on tighter, pressed his face to Sirius’ calm heart. “What happens when they find out how horrible I am?”

Sirius huffed. “You’re not horrible.”

“I am.” That was the deal. He was the villain so Sirius could be the hero. He was the junkyard. Spare parts to be hosed off and trotted out when they needed him.

“Regulus, you’re nineteen.”

He frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everyone’s horrible at nineteen.”

“What if I’m…” He wracked his brain for something smart. It blew a raspberry at him and fucked off back to sleep. “…extra horrible?”

Sirius sighed, scratching lightly behind his ears. Regulus felt his eyelids droop against his will. “If you turn out to be extra horrible by—I don’t know, 21, we’ll talk.”

“What if they fucked us both up too bad?”

He winced—Sirius’ steady motions stuttered briefly. He hadn’t meant to let that one slither out from its careful cage. That was a thought for sleepless nights in a cold hotel bed and watching the sun rise in a strange city through dry, tired eyes. When his hands were blistered and bleeding, he’d wonder whether that Black blood could ever really be gone from him.

Sirius’ head was a gentle pressure on his own. “Then it’s us against the world, isn’t it?”

--

Gryffindor airport was quiet at 7 in the morning. Dumo stifled a yawn in the back of his hand as he passed the rolling suitcase to a boy that was far too awake for the early hour, in his opinion. Youths.

“You have everything?” Sirius checked. “You’ll be safe?”

“I’m literally fine.” Regulus arched a brow. “And less than four hours away, if you speed.”

“You’ll call when you land.”

“I’ll text.”

Sirius wrinkled his nose. “If you don’t, I’m filing a missing person report.”

Regulus turned to Remus. “Can you keep him on a leash? Or just sedate him?”

“You think I haven’t tried?” Remus laughed.

Sirius fixed them both with a weak scowl. “Will you just get on the plane?”

“I thought you wanted me to stay.”

“I want you—” Sirius took Regulus by the shoulders and turned him around with a firm grip. “—to have fun and live life and not die. The bar is on the ground. Do not dig under it.”

“Killjoy.”

“Pest.” Sirius kissed the top of his head. “Fly safe. Text.”

“Wait until I’m on the place before you start crying. I don’t want your gross emotions all over me.”

“Well, we can’t disturb your delicate sensibilities.”

“Sirius?”

“Reg.”

Regulus paused, laden with his duffel and rolling bag, and kicked the toe of Sirius’ sneaker lightly. “Love you.”

Sirius’ smile was close-lipped and small and brighter than the rising sun outside the massive bay windows. He kicked him back, even more gently. “Get on your plane.”

[csa-survivor-confessions]

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does it get better? does the hurting go down? can i stop feeling dirty?

Hello,

It can get better, you can lessen the intensity of the pain, and you can change your hurtful beliefs about yourself.

I don't believe that time heals all wounds by itself. Time just passes it doesn't have a definitive effect. But all survivors can use that time to make their life better.

No abuse survivor is responsible for the harm that was done to them through abuse. We don't control how our brain and body were affected by the trauma. But we do have the power to change where we go from here! You have that power.

You can move from just surviving to living. You can feel, sad, scared, angry, frustrated, lost, and overwhelmed going through those emotions will happen, and there is nothing wrong with that. You will also feel excited, happy, peaceful, creative, engaged, and comfortable. Loving others and being loved in return is possible.

Learning to reframe and see ourselves with neutrality can be done and we can change that.

You are capable and worthy of getting to a better place in life. It's not easy, it can take time and energy. But it's possible I promise.

Uner the read ore is some things that might help you start your healing journey.

Starting with psychoeducation and learning some of the basic coping skills can be useful. 

The psychoeducational portion can help us make sense of what's going on with us. It can help us feel more in control and give us the foundation to heal, as well as help us understand why coping skills might work. It can also make us feel less like we are "going crazy". I suggest against binge-reading these or anything else. Take your time going through these articles and any other information you want to learn about.

Informational Article: Being Our Whole Selves Brain & Body

Informational Article: Define Trauma

Informational Article: Hyperarousal & Hypoarousal

Informational Article: Implicit Memories and Memory Systems

Diagnosis Primer: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

Basic coping skills might seem stupid or a “not everyone is neurotypical Karen” type of information. And there is truth in that, not all coping skills are going to work for you. But that doesn’t mean no coping skills will work for you. It’s also annoying but true that it takes using a skill for some time before it will have full efficacy. And that's okay! It’s also important to use coping skills during minor upsets to make the skills muscle memory during serious stress. 

Coping Skills: Ditching Value Judgments

Coping Skills: Emotional Flashbacks

Coping Skills Masterposts: Panic Attacks, Flashbacks & Dissociation

Coping Skills Masterposts: Self-Care

Drawing, music, narrative writing, painting, poetry and many other artistic expressions are super important. It’s mentioned in some of the above articles but this is important in connecting with ourselves and dealing with overwhelming emotions. It can also be useful to externalize our feelings when we do not have words. Not having words for our experiences can be super common for trauma survivors. Art is great for dealing with that. It also just feels good to create things and exercise our creativity. Don’t limit yourself to only expressing emotions we know are trauma-based, but any emotions you are dealing with. Remember you never have to share this art with anyone unless you want to. There isn’t a judge or a customer to please, it can be just for you. 

It’s mentioned in some of the linked articles, but connecting with our body is very important. Skills like body scanning, PMR, and engaging in practices like Yoga or martial arts practices Ti-Chi are great for this. Making a regular practice of this can help break through the way we feel disconnected and antagonistic with our bodies. If you have access, massage can be helpful as well other bodywork can be useful as well. Also, having a toolbox of other coping skills for panic/flashbacks/general stress is a good idea, some bodywork can be triggering. 

Working with self-forgiveness can be very powerful in breaking down negative core beliefs. Meaning the ideas we hold about ourselves fundamentally and the outer world. Starting with negative self-beliefs can be done very powerfully by working with your inner child. (This is not referring to child alters/parts in DID but a concept of viewing the hurts and needs we carry since childhood)

One way to start this is when you find yourself judging yourself negatively, like believing you are dirty, to imagine what you would say to a young child who is telling you they are disgusting for being abused. This can start to break down the snap judgments and ruminations you carry. 

Another important way is to give yourself time to play! Letting yourself get some enjoyment without judgment can help the parts of you still experiencing the world as a child does not feel as trapped.

Imagine a visual depiction (if something your mind does) of a child and speak to this child (either imagine it but you can also speak out loud) with love and kindness. Even hugging yourself can be useful here to help you start to carry compassion for yourself. 

Talking to someone you trust about your struggles can be very healing. And if you are not ready to talk about abuse directly, just trying to form close relationships is important. Humans are relational beings and having someone who we can connect with is super important. Being in the same space as another person can help regulate our nervous systems all by itself without talking. And having someone to listen to when we are struggling is important. 

Relationships can be of any kind and any level of intimacy you are comfortable with. I'm not saying you have to have "BFFs" or any sort of romantic relationship. Just that human connection is good for us.

Therapy can be useful for some people. Not everyone has access to this but if it’s something you want to try there are different forms of therapy. It can be good to look into it and see if there is something that might be useful to you that’s not general talk or CBT therapy. When looking for a therapist you can look at their page for what their specialities and modalities are. You can also call and ask what kinds of therapy they do. 

Hopefully, some of this helps

[sakshialevelmediablog]

Shoot day 2- Scene 5

Category:- Coursework Development/ Production

So we again came in relatively early since today we had a lot of filming and set up to do. Rutvi started with Jiya’s makeup. Today we decided to film scene1 which is the scene wherein the little girl is drawing and gets scared when she hears this man enter, scene4 which is the party scene where Isha gets a panic attack and sees her childhood self, scene5 where in asks her out and he rejects her and lastly the stalking scene where he follows her but gets knocked on the head.

We were going to film scene 5 first which is the asking out scene. I started off going over the scene with Jiya explained to her what is about and then went over her dialogues. Something that I noticed her issue with this scene was the intonation that she used which she hadn’t for the other scenes which got better as we started shooting, other than that it was a minor issue in her delivery which. Overall, I explained to her how this guy whom she was sweet to out of nowhere asks her out and even when she rejects him nicely, he starts getting mad with her so I made sure to stress on the fact how annoying, disrespectful and scary this can be especially when he starts getting a little handsy with her. And so I told her to start by being nice to then going on slowly increase the level of annoyance that she feels towards him and the situation. I liked what she was doing for this scene overall so I didn’t give her too many notes. By the time we were done with this Jiya was done so she went to change and by then Jaden and Tarunya came on. Rutvi worked on Tarunya while I went over the scene with them. For Tarunya all I told her was to seem concerned when this happens as she always sort of had an indication that this is something that would happen. I also told her to sort of give a mocking smile when by the end of the scene when Isha gets mad at Vivan and sort of mocks him. This was important as it added to his humiliation. For Jaden, I told sort start by being nervous excited and sort of hesitate in the beginning and then progressively get mad at her because for Vivan this felt like a huge betrayal. For him the one person who saw him and that he was the most comfortable with walked over his love. Her saying “We barely know each other” was like a bullet because in his head they are a lot closer. Especially when she says mean stuff to him he feels like betrayal and feels like she lied to him and played him in a way. Vivan is a person that doesn’t know how to express his feelings well when it comes to people, he flips out so that’s why I told Jaden to get a little handsy with Jiya and go through the flowers that he got to not only show the lack of emotional maturity but also to create this tense and scary atmosphere. While this happened, Tarunya had gotten dressed and so Jaden quickly got changed.  And we headed down to the entry area of our school. Rutvi started working on the set for the party scene while we did this and Samarth helped her.

Since sports day was close there was band practice going on so we had to wait as well as try and find a new place to film this scene as they were practising in the spot we wanted to film in and so we tried doing it near another area but it faced the court wherein you could see kids practising for sports day and it ruined the vibe of the film. We tried filming a couple of rehearsal takes but again it was too loud as well. this is also when we realized that we needed fresh flowers. Essentially we had bought these knitted fake flowers for this scene this was to show the love and extra effort he took to do so and also to sort of symbolize that their love won’t die just like these flowers( flowers symbolize growth in a way so it was his way of saying our love will grow but never die) but in the shots that we took the flowers looked relatively cheap and looked weird overall so we asked a friend of ours to get it while their way to school.  We tried another place but it had stuff written on the walls which was very apparent and so we couldn’t film there as it would shift your focus on the stuff written on the walls and apart from the scene. By the time this happened the band had finished with its practice and so went back to our original spot. It also had this arch thing with wines wrapped around it and so it added to the romantic feel that we wanted.

For this scene we filmed ots of both the actors to get their reactions also this was amazing when it came to the point where Jaden grabs Jiya and turns her which added more drama to the scene. Since all of these were hand-held, I liked how it would make the audience feel like in there with them as well as make the scene a little rawer which compliments the emotions that we wanted to show. We faced issues when it came to the turn little, I helped guide Aaryaa which helped but originally it was too sharky and Aaryaa would end up running into Jaden or the framing would be off where in Jiya’s face would get cut but by the end, we got the hang of it. We also took a long master shot to establish what is happening. We also had to retake the shots a couple of times as the actors would laugh or would forget their lines.

[kkyaka]

Another Chance

Summary: Grabbing the attention of Bakugou Katsuki is last thing you expected, but it turns out to be a blessing in diguise

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x black!fem!reader

Warnings: Bakugou and reader are in their third year and both of them are 18, reader is in a really bad situation, reader has panic attacks (so please read at your own caution), reader is really self-doubtful, reader has nightmares, reader is being bullied, mentions of reader being bullied in the past, there’s a mention of reader’s father almost hitting her but it’s not explicit, there’s a lot of tears, a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, bakugou is your biggest supporter, there’s about three kisses, minor character death, bakugou might seem a litle ooc here, there’s a shit ton of plot, but the relationship build-up is there

Word Count: 15,439 (atp...are we really surprised???)

A/N: LISTEN, I thought of this fic when I first started writing, but I never finished it. Now, I have, and I projected in this fic so much. Also can we ignore how shitty the plot is and focus on the relationship between bakugou and reader LMFAO, please spare me, ik it’s bad. Also, this on record, is the longest fic I’ve written. I did check for typos, but I guarantee that there are still typos

Transferring to a new school could bring all kinds of things. New friends, new enemies, new opportunities. What you didn't expect was to grab the attention of one of the most well-known students at U.A.

Bakugou Katsuki. Really making his name at the sports festival, and now being one of the best students in his third-year class. You had transferred at the beginning of the semester, not really expecting to make it in considering you would be a third-year as well, but somehow you passed the exams, and here you are.

You thought making this change would bring better luck into your life, but you're getting the same exact shit as you did at your last school. You're sitting by yourself at lunch, not something that you mind, but it gets hard for anyone to ignore the comments and snickers from the people you know are talking about you.

Your quirk is one that causes you to succumb to teasing insults that you've gotten used to. People saying the same things over and over again. Calling you "trashy" or saying that your abilities and strength were just "trash" in general. People telling you that you were "garbage" and you would never make it as a pro-hero.

You hear the same thing over and over and over again, and you're used to it, but it doesn't make them any less annoying. You try to eat as fast as you can, so you can get out of the cafeteria as soon as possible when said student walks up to your table.

"Who are you?" You play dumb, looking at him before you shrug.

"Why?" It seems like he's "calmed down" as some people say since his first year, but there's still some times where his buttons are easy to push, and you have a hard time stopping the grin on your face. "Did I do something wrong?" you ask innocently, but you have a pretty good idea why he's approaching you.

You were all back from your patrols for some quick training, everyone telling their friends what new things they had learned, and everyone was given the opportunity to show what they learned. For you though, it was more of a test in a way to see where you stand amongst your classmates.

But to your fucking luck, you had to show "your skills" against Bakugou. He was the villain and you were the hero. Nobody really knew about your quirk and what you could do, and you used it to your advantage. You were able to dodge all of the hits he threw your way, barely missing an explosion.

It blew past your head, catching you off guard, and that gave him the opportunity to knock you off your feet. You hit the ground, wincing at the impact of your ass meeting the ground, but you suddenly realized that there were broken pieces of the building from where Bakugou's explosion had hit it.

You react quickly, using the debris to create a makeshift trap. You move quickly, nailing him with a roundhouse kick that you know had the potential to almost knock him out, and he hits the ground. You manage to trap him in a way where he can't get out, the material of the trap making it difficult for Bakugou to make his way out of, and he only manages to break free once the timer runs out.

Everyone's surprised, and to be completely honest, you were too. When you got back to where the rest of the students are, you were immediately crowded by them, hearing different questions ranging from what is your quirk to how does it work. You didn't really answer, being overwhelmed with all of the attention, but the next assignments were being called, so eventually, the attention was taken off of you.

You were able to sneak off after you changed out of your hero suit, managing to find a seat towards the back of the cafeteria, so Bakugou must've been on a mission in order to find you.

"Your quirk. How does it work?" he asks next, and you give him a playful smile.

"Did it take you by surprise? I could tell," you muse, and he rolls his eyes. You're amused by the whole situation, but the smile on your face drops when he sits down in front of you. He looks at you without saying anything, and you have to look away, your gaze meeting your empty tray before you sigh, looking at him again. "I can turn any type of trash or debris into anything I want," you explain simply. "Kinda like recycling."

You take the napkin on your tray, concentrating on it before it turns into an index card right in front of his eyes. He doesn't look that impressed, but you don't really care. You raise an eyebrow at him as to say "see?" and he grabs it, flipping it over between his fingers.

"What's the drawback?"

"The bigger something is, the harder it is for me to change it into anything. If I push myself too hard, I get really tired or pass out. If that happens, everything I've turned goes back to what it was."

He just nods with a small hum, and your ears suddenly tune into the laughter near you that you swear has gotten louder. You look over to your left, seeing the same people that were making you the center of their laughing, but the group is bigger now. Bakugou looks in your direction just as you look away, and you start to stand when he speaks.

"Are they--"

The bell cuts him off, and you gather your tray quickly. "Hope that information prepares you for next time," you say smugly, walking away towards the trashcan, and you know he's following after you, but you disappear into the crowd before he can reach you.

Apparently, grabbing Bakugou's attention means that other people start to pay attention to you, which is the last thing you need. You walk through the hallway with your head down mostly, keeping to yourself. You're not unconfident in yourself, you just don't care to deal with people who mess with you because you've been dealing with that since your quirk manifested.

Since then, you've been running and running from something that continues to chase you. And you don't know when it'll end.

On top of it all, you always feel his eyes on you, everywhere you go. You're almost tempted to just throw something at him, and you try to ignore it, but it feels like his quirk is in his stare, burning into you. So far, you've managed to slide past him, barely escaping, and for a while, you believe you're in the clear.

You take a breath of relief when your classes end early, mostly because everyone is going off to work with the heroes they've chosen. You, on the other hand, hadn't really had a chance to do that, far behind your classmates because you've started on this journey so late. The teachers say you have potential, but it never really does a good job of convincing you.

Instead of going straight to the dorms, you decided to walk through the city. It's something you've found to be really comforting because, in the city, you're blended in with everyone else. No one knows who you are, and no one is around to talk shit. It's just you and the bustling world around you.

You're walking through a small park, running your fingers over some of the flowers, and you sigh as you crouch down. "Why are you following me?"

You don't look to see if he's there, the footsteps that get closer behind you prove your statement. "You're kinda full of yourself, aren't you?"

You huff as you stand, turning around to meet Bakugou, your head lifting to look him in the eyes. "You're telling me that you're not following me? That Bakugou Katsuki walks in parks during his free time?"

"Why aren't you working?" You glance down at his hero uniform, looking at his gauntlets, and then back at him, resting your weight on one foot as you shrug.

"Why are you by yourself?" You counter the question with your own, and you can see his eyebrow lift under his mask.

"It's called patrol. Now answer my question."

"So, you're supposed to be on patrol, but you're bothering an innocent citizen?" you respond, smiling wider when you see him huff in annoyance. His voice is rough, but it's not as brash as it used to be. The raspiness of his voice soft in its own way.

"Why am I asking questions and giving answers?" he asks next, and you have another quip on your lips, but it suddenly dies as a shiver runs up your spine. He frowns at your sudden facial change, and he yells after you when you start running.

He follows after you, and you freeze when you get back into the city. "What the fuck has gotten--"

Before he can finish, there's an explosion. It shakes the ground, causing you both to wobble, and he grabs onto you to keep you from falling, and you slip from him again, running towards the noise. He's quick to go after you as you both fight against the gradient of people running in the opposite direction of you. You get to a clearing, seeing fire coming from one of the buildings and on the ground next to it.

You're about to run, hoping to save anyone before it's too late, but Bakugou stops you. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping. Where are the other heroes?"

"They're on the other side of town." You shake your head, and he pulls on you when you try to run again. You're about to yell in frustration when you hear another explosion, and then the next thing you feel is his arms around you, and your feet flying off the ground.

He's managed to move you both back away from another explosion by shooting his own, and he lets you go as you both look at the city becoming straight chaos. "We don't have time," you stress.

"I'm not letting you--"

"And I'm not arguing with you," you snap. "You find the cause, I'll take care of the civilians." You run off into the smoke before he can stop you, sighing heavily but he moves anyway, looking for whoever or whatever caused this.

You help anyone you see wounded, guiding people out of buildings that are a step from collapsing. When the debris starts to fall, you manage to make it into an arch just in time to keep it from falling on anyone. You hold it, waiting for everyone to get out, but you're too distracted by the safety of everyone else. You've left your guard down just enough that even more parts of the building falling start to break down your arch.

You once again feel yourself flying through the air, watching your arch crumble under the bricks. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"What caused the explosion?" you question, completely ignoring him as he lands on the ground. "If it's a villain, we need to contain them."

"And what plan do you have? Help isn't coming any time soon." You look at him in disbelief. "They're dealing with their own problems."

You mull it over in your head, but not for long. "Lead them into the hole on the side of the building."

"And do what?"

"Cover me. When I tell you to move, you move." Bakugou wants to scream in exasperation when you run off again without him getting a word in, but he follows your lead anyway. He manages to find the villain, and he manages to tackle them before they can activate their quick and cause another explosion.

He noticed that if they make contact with the buildings, they can make parts of them explode with their own free will. He tries to keep damage to a minimum, eyeing where the citizens are standing, seeing that the ambulances and fire trucks are starting to arrive.

The villain gets the upper hand, slamming his back against the wall of the building, and he's able to use a blast to get them away from the wall. He figures hand-to-hand might be the best bet to keep the villain in the same area. If he uses his blasts or moves the villain too much, it could do more harm than good.

He keeps his surroundings in his eyes at all times, gearing the villain towards the hole unknowingly. He doesn't see you anywhere, and the villain manages to swing kick his legs, sending him to the ground. The villain is standing over him when he finally hears you scream his name.

He looks past the villain to see you crouched down, and he quickly blasts away from the villain just in time to miss being caught in a metal box. He watches it form almost out of the debris from the building nearly instantly, and he makes it back towards you. Your hands are on the ground, essentially keeping the box in its form.

"We need..." You groan as you shake your head, sweat dripping down your face. "To incapacitate him somehow," you grunt, and Bakugou notices how hard you're breathing. "I can't let the box fall. He can't use his quirk in there, right?"

So you noticed too. "Yeah, but what about you?" You look like you're a second from passing out, your eyes starting to go half-lidded, and you shake your head.

"I have an idea, but time isn't on our side if we want it to work." You've dodged his question again, but he doesn't worry about it now. "I'm gonna open the box, and if you get him against the wall, I can trap him against it."

You groan again as you throw your head back, your body shaking. "That's too risky," Bakugou tries, and you finally look at him.

"What other choice do we have?!" Bakugou is torn, but there's really nothing else you can go. He can't fight the villain for long because he'll have the upper hand, and there's a greater chance for people to get hurt. Bakugou huffs as he shakes his head, but gets his hands ready.

"On your signal."

You take a few deep breaths, shaking your head. "Now." You quickly morph the wall of the box open, and Bakugou moves quickly, catching the villain before he can even register that there's a way out.

He pushes him against the wall, moving as soon as you tell him to, and within a split second, the villain is struggling against the wall, the metal wrapped around his body, keeping him flush against it. Bakugou sighs, distancing himself to make sure he doesn't have any other tricks up his sleeve.

He turns around, panicking when he sees you start to fall over. He's quick to catch you before you fall. "How...much longer?" You're trembling ridiculously now, and Bakugou knows that this is the stupidest plan he's ever been a part of. You wince as you shake yourself out of his hold, and go back into the position you were in, except this time, you're on both of your knees, your head dropped between your shoulders.

You let your head fall to the ground, concentrating as hard as you can, ignoring the immense pain and fatigue you're feeling, the adrenaline not working its magic anymore.

"Dammit, how long until I can get some help?!" Bakugou yells into his comms.

"We're wrapping up here, ten minutes give or take," he hears back.

"I don't have ten fucking minutes! She's about to fucking collapse right now!" You focus on Bakugou's yelling because it's grounding you enough to stay awake even though you're feeling light-headed. Now, that you can barely think about it, it would've been smarter to try and trap him in something smaller, keeping him from moving. But you weren't thinking that far ahead, and now you're not even sure you can keep the villain contained.

"You have to stay awake, okay?" It's Bakugou, his voice right next to your ear, and you weakly shake him off.

"Don't....tell me....what to do," you manage, and Bakugou swears as he stands.

"I need to just knock him out."

"No." He barely hears it, but he looks at you like you're insane.

"Why the fuck not?"

"It'll look awful on camera," you say quietly. "Plus....I can hold it."

"No, you can't!" he screams, but you don't budge, and he's about to do it anyway when you collapse further onto the ground, cough slash sobs coming from you.

"Bakugou!" He snaps his head around, wondering why the hell Todoroki is here, but he doesn't question it.

"Freeze the fucking villain!" He doesn't hesitate, doing what he says, and just as he wraps him in ice, the box falls, and Bakugou looks at you to see you lying unmoving on the ground.

When you wake up, the first thing you hear is beeping, and you instantly assume that you're in the hospital. You try to move your head, but it fucking hurts, so you wince before you groan. You move it anyway, your breathing picking up as you fight the pain.

"You're a dumbass."

You roll your eyes under your eyelids. "Love hearing that first thing when I wake up," you tease, a small smile on your face. "What happened to the villain?"

"He's been arrested, but you shouldn't be worrying about that," he counters.

"Was anybody really hurt?" Your stubbornness really pisses him off, and he scoffs, his turn to roll his eyes.

"No, there were no severe injuries." You wince as you turn your head, trying to open your eyes even though your eyelids feel like they're being weighed down by anvils. "Why didn't you tell me about the pain?"

You try to wave him off, but it comes out as a weak movement of your fingers. "It's neither here nor there."

"That would've been really important for me to know," he argues. Your blinking is slow, trying to keep your eyes open wide enough to look at him, but your vision is still a little blurry, so you just opt to keep your eyes closed.

"If I didn't know better, it sounds like you were worried about me, Bakugou."

"Worried would be an understatement." You don't have to open your eyes to know that the voice belongs to Aizawa, and you don't because you really can't. You know a lecture is coming, but he doesn't elaborate on what he said. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," you reply simply. "Some pain medicine would be amazing though."

"I'll see what I can do." You can tell there's a hint of a chuckle in his voice before his words go back to serious. "You do realize that what you did was very dangerous."

You roll your eyes again under your eyelids. "And reckless, blah blah blah," you drawl. "Can we please skip all of this?" you plead, and you try to get your eyes to open, and you're glad that you can at least squint at Aizawa. It isn't much, but it's better than having your eyes closed. "I've learned my lesson, and I won't do it again."

Aizawa's about to speak when someone walks in, and you can't really see who it is until they stop next to Aizawa, and you see that it's Edgeshot. If you weren't in the state you were in, you would be fucking fangirling.

"I just wanted to apologize to the both of you for leaving you by yourself in such a situation," he says, and you glance at Bakugou before you attempt to shake your head.

"I'm glad we were in the right place at the right time, and that no one was seriously hurt," you say, and Bakugou nods like he agrees, staying silent. He turns to the black-haired hero after giving you a short bow.

"Apparently, the villain was hired," he tells him lowly, but you hear it almost clear as day.

"He was hired?" you question, your voice rising, and everyone looks at you with raised eyebrows. "By who? Do you know who?"

"We don't. He wouldn't say," Edgeshot admits.

"Do you have something you need to tell us?" Aizawa presses, and you sigh as you shake your head.

"No...no," you finalize. "Can I go home now?" You change the subject, doing away with your concern quickly.

"The doctors recommend that you stay here for the night. Your body is incredibly fatigued." Yeah, no shit. You can't even move. You scoff, closing your eyes again as you turn your head to face the ceiling.

"Can I at least call my sister? I know she's worried sick," you ask.

"We already did, but she can't visit right now due to the number of people wanting to talk to the two of you," Aizawa informs you, and you frown as you groan.

The last fucking thing you need is to be on fucking TV. They take your groan as annoyance even though it's far from that, and they eventually walk out of the room, leaving you with Bakugou. "You still haven't answered my question."

"What question, Bakugou?" you sigh, and you see that he's now sitting next to your bed in one of the guest chairs.

"Why weren't you working?" He asks you the same question he asked before the attack, and you shrug, looking down at your hand that's picking at the bedsheets.

"Didn't think there was a point, I guess," you answer honestly. "Thought I was too far behind compared to everyone else."

"Obviously not. Considering what happened today."

You're starting to feel a little bit better, slowly, so you can finally open your eyes a little wider, and you use that to look at Bakugou in the eyes. "What is it about me?" He looks at you like he doesn't know what you're talking about. "Why me? What do you want to know about me?"

He sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I just wanted to know if you have what it takes," he says bluntly. "This isn't for everyone." You scoff distastefully, and you wince even louder as you try to turn on your side. "You shouldn't be moving so much."

"Thank you so much, Doctor," you respond, petty. You take a deep breath when you get comfortable. "Glad to know you're testing me," you start. "You think I don't fucking know how hard this shit is? You don't fucking know me." You're pissed. You thought you had finally, even if for a little bit, avoided the judging. But it was still following you all along. You hear a response about to come from him, but you stop him. "Save it, Bakugou."

You leave it at that, and you close your eyes as your hand grips your pillow. You shake your head internally. For whatever reason, with Bakugou, you thought it might've been different with him. He wouldn't be like everyone else, but you were stupid.

And you don't open your eyes even after you hear his retreating footsteps and the door close.

You're finally discharged from the hospital a day and a half later with the constant reminder to rest like you already didn't know that was coming. You catch up with your sister, who hugs you tightly without hurting you.

"You know that was fucking stupid," she whispers against your hair. She pulls away, her eyes filled with worry. "He can fucking find you." You clench your jaw as you glance at Bakugou, who diverts his gaze when your eyes meet.

"The villain was hired by someone," you tell her, your voice even lower than hers. "The villain wouldn't say who though.

"It has to be him. y/n, you have to say something," your sister pushes, and you shake your head, looking around again. This isn't the place for this conversation, but at the same time, it's the safest.

"No," you start. "We're not entirely sure if it's him, and we can't go on a hunch. I'll be careful." She doesn't look convinced at all, but you rest your hand on her arm. "If we react now, he'll know. We need to wait for the right time."

Aizawa tells you that you should be getting back to the school, telling Bakugou to go with you. "I'll be okay," you declare when you look back at your sister. "I love you."

She gives you another firm hug, echoing the words in your hair before pulling away, and Aizawa walks with the two of you out of the hospital. There's a car waiting for you both, and you sigh heavily as you get in, your body still a little tender.

"Where are your crutches?" You roll your eyes vigorously at the sound of the gruff voice.

"I don't fucking need crutches. I'm fine," you state, keeping your attention out the window. The tension in the car is thick, and you hate it. It makes the car ride feel like an hour when it should be a fifteen-minute car ride tops.

You get out of the car fast once you arrive at the dorms, barely waiting for it to be put in park. You try to walk ahead of Bakugou, but you can't move that fast yet, so he catches up to you easily. "Hey, take it easy--"

"Bakugou." You turn, your name stern on your lips, and he freezes. "Don't. I can handle myself."

"I never said that you couldn't," he bites back. "Clearly the other day showed that, but that doesn't fucking mean you have to neglect your health."

You sigh in frustration as you shake your head. He's fucking confusing you. One minute he's trying to know more about you, the other he's "testing" you. You don't respond, turning around to walk into the dorms.

To your surprise, your whole class is in the common area, and you groan internally. So much for just sneaking off to your room without anyone knowing. You're crowded as soon as you get inside, and your eyes widen as you're bombarded with the attention.

"I'm glad you're okay." It's Todoroki that speaks first, and you give him a small smile.

"Thanks," you say softly. "Thanks for coming in and helping."

"We all saw what happened on TV, you were amazing!" Uraraka admires, and you're at a loss for words. You barely managed to make it out of the group, a cake now in your hands from Sato, and Momo suggesting that you both talk because your quirks seem almost similar.

Bakugou can't help but notice the expression on your face looks--weird, for a lack of a better word. You definitely look overwhelmed, but there's something else there that he can't figure out. But it's the first time he's seen such a happy smile on your face. It isn't big, but it's different from the ones you've given him. It's sincere, and not full of confidence. Everyone lets you go when Kirishima tells them that you probably have to go rest.

You give everyone a small wave and a thank you before walking to your room and you realize Bakugou is still walking with you. "You don't have to walk me to my room."

"Who says I'm doing that?" he huffs, and you snort softly at his answer. You walk in silence down the hallway, and Bakugou finally decides to ask about what happened the other day. "Hey, about what I said--"

You've stopped at your door, and your back is towards it, but he stops when his eyes land on your door. You frown, turning around, and he watches your shoulders slump slightly as you sigh. Your door is "decorated" with all kinds of names. Of course, none of them are nice, and some of them you haven't heard before.

You hum softly, a fake smile on your face. "Haven't heard that one before," you joke, pointing at it.

"Do you know who did this?" You look at Bakugou, and you feel like he's a step away from steam coming out of his ears.

"I have a feeling I know who," you answer simply with a shrug. "They must've done this right before I got here." You look at it again, and you cut Bakugou off without knowing it when you speak again. "I've always wanted to add something to my door anyway."

He doesn't understand why you're so okay with this. He thinks back to when he first talked to you in the cafeteria, those people laughing. You were so unphased by it, and it makes him wonder how long this has been going on, how long they have been messing with you. "Thanks for walking me."

You give him a tight smile before opening the door and closing it behind you when you walk in.

~

You mostly sleep for the rest of the day, barely putting a dent in the cake Sato gave you. It wasn't bad, you just weren't really feeling eating. Not when the anxiety was eating away at you. You knew it was a risk to transfer to such a well-known school, but you hadn't been on TV at all since you transferred. So, how would he know that you're here?"

You're sitting on the balcony when you hear a knock on your door. You open it to see Bakugou on the other side with a tray. "I brought dinner."

You shake your head. "I'm good, thanks though." He huffs, pushing past you and setting the tray on your desk. "Rude."

"You need to fucking eat. And not just cake." You glance over at it before resting a hand on your hip.

"Fine, now if that's all you wanted to do, you can--"

"Why are you doing this?" You cut yourself off when you see how close he's gotten to you. "Why are you pushing me away?"

"What is that even supposed to mean?" You don't want to have this conversation, feeling your head starting to hurt.

"Can you at least let me explain myself?" You look at him for a moment, and he doesn't look away from you, and you sigh before grabbing your tray and walking out to the balcony.

You turn to see that he's just looking at you, and you raise your eyebrows. "Well?" You shrug at the same time you gesture your head towards the floor of the balcony. You sit down, and he walks to you, sitting next to you. You start eating, waiting for him to start talking.

"What I said at the hospital came out wrong," he starts. "I didn't mean to make it sound like I was judging you." You swallow heavily, looking out through the railing. "Is it bad to say that I just wanted to know your motivation?" he tries, and you frown at him. "Everyone here has said why they want to become a hero, but you haven't. You've just stayed to the side."

You don't say anything, you just look at Bakugou, and he's about to give up on expecting an answer. "My dad." His face shifts in acknowledgment, and you let your back rest against the railing. "He's quirkless, but my mom's not." You stop before you continue, nudging your food with your chopsticks. "And my dad hates me for having a quirk."

Bakugou's eyes widen softly as he frowns, but you keep talking before he can open his mouth. "I was close with my dad, but once my quirk manifested, I could tell he didn't like me. My mom said that he was always a little upset that everyone had a quirk but him in high school, but she said he got over it.

"He didn't really care for my sister when he got hers, but when I got mine, he snapped." Bakugou has a million things running through his head, but you don't stop. "He tried to hit me one day, and that was the last straw for my mom. I've never seen a couple divorce so fast in my life." You finish with an empty laugh, and you set the tray aside before turning around.

He watches you pull the back of your shirt up from the top, and his mouth falls open when he sees your back littered with scars. "A couple of years after that, he kidnapped me and experimented on me," you explain, looking over your shoulder. "I was in the hospital, in a coma for about a month after they found me, and my dad had been put in jail."

You let your shirt down, turning back around. "But he barely served a sentence, so when he was on his way out, my mom went into hiding, and I moved here with my sister." You let your head fall back, looking up at the myriad of colors in the sky due to the sun setting. "I haven't talked to my mom in about a year. It's too dangerous."

"Is your dad the "he" you were talking about with your sister?"

You nod slowly. "My dad wants me dead. And he won't stop until I am."

"Why did you tell me all that?" He feels stupid for asking because technically he did ask, but that wasn't what he was expecting.

"Guess I felt like I could trust you. And that you wouldn't tell anyone else. Sorry for the dumping." You cringe after, looking away. "But I want to become a hero to prove him wrong. To prove to him that he can't get to me."

Bakugou leans back against the wall as he puts everything together. "That's why you were worried about the villain being hired," he says, and you respond with a nod. "You need to tell someone."

"No," you say, shaking your head and starting the same spiel that you told your sister. "If he knows I'm here, it's better to not make it obvious that I know that he's here."

"They can get you protection. You don't have to be worried about--"

"I'm just gonna wait it out," you interrupt. "I'll react when I feel like the time is right. And it's not like it'll be easy to find him. It's better to let him come to me."

You hear Bakugou sigh disapprovingly, but you signal the end of the conversation by standing up. You rest your arms over the railing, seeing in your peripheral that Bakugou's standing next to you. "So, now that you know the reason, you gonna leave me alone?"

No one knows about your past. You've never made any good enough friends to tell, but you wouldn't consider Bakugou a friend. You just started talking to him a couple of days ago. But you just dropped a huge bomb on him, so you don't really expect him to be sticking around.

"Why would I?" You turn your head to see that he's looking right at you. "You're in a fucked-up situation, and I'd be the biggest piece of shit if I didn't help you."

You have to look away from his intense gaze because you might cry. You're overwhelmed with his attention, with everyone else's. You've never had this before, and it's a weird feeling. "You don't have to help me. I've been dealing with this by myself for this long, I can do it a little longer."

He grabs your arm, turning you to face him, and he pulls you closer to him. "But you're here now. And you don't have to be alone anymore. I can help you." You look away from him, still having trouble holding his eyes.

"There's an area not too far from here that has a bunch of junk, and that's where I practice sometimes to get my stamina up." You change the subject, and you point in the direction that it's in, Bakugou looking that way. You don't say anything after that, and that's when you notice that his hands are still on your arms. He looks down at you to see that you're looking at his hands, and he quickly lets go of you.

"Sorry."

You shake your head quickly. "No, no it's okay." You're both looking at each other, and you clear your throat after a few seconds of silence. "You probably have to get back to your room, right? I heard you go to bed really early." You smile, poking at his stomach playfully, and you watch a half-smirk appear on his face.

You're about to pull your hand away, but he grabs it, his face serious but sincere. "Nothing's going to happen to you," he declares. "I promise."

You're trapped. You don't know where, the room is pitch black, but you know your arms are bound by something to something. You can't see anything outside of your body, and your breathing is heavy in your ears as you look around. You pull at your restraints as hard as you can, but nothing happens, and you can't even use your quirk because there's absolutely nothing for you to change.

You start to hear voices, but they're scattered, echoing across the room, so you can't pinpoint where any of them are coming from. But you do recognize the voices as your family. You pull even harder at your restraints, increasing the possibility of putting your shoulders out of commission, but that doesn't seem like such a bad thing right now.

You hear your name being called, and you quickly turn your head to the voice, seeing that it's your sister. "Mia?" you breathe. "What the fuck is going on?" She doesn't respond, but she's running towards you, but it seems like every step she takes doesn't bring her any closer to you.

You stop your struggling as you watch in confusion, but your eyes go wide when you see your father walking up behind her. You struggle again, screaming at the top of your lungs trying to warn her, but it's like she can't hear you. You scream when he grabs her, pulling her away into the darkness.

Your body is flailing uncontrollably, trying and failing, again and again, to break free. "Stupid piece of shit," you grunt, and you try to bite at whatever's at your wrist, and you wince when your teeth meet metal. You pull back, frowning when your restraints are now visible to you, chains on your wrists and disappearing into the darkness.

You jump when you suddenly feel a hand on your face, nearly collapsing in relief when you see it's your mom, but then you come to a realization. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting you out, okay?" You shake your head, having no choice but to watch her attempt to get you out of them.

"No, Mom, it's too dangerous," you argue. "Dad's here, he got Mia." She's not listening to you just like your sister, repeating the same statement. And the same scenario happens again when he comes into view, dragging your mom into the darkness as well.

Tears cover your face as you become hysterical, wondering where you are, what the fuck is going on. A hand clamps down over your mouth.

And that's when you wake up.

You sit up quickly, gasping for air, and you struggle to breathe, trying to figure out where you are at the same time you try not to hyperventilate. You realize you're back in your room, your balcony door locked and covered, and you look over your body to see that there's nothing tying you down.

Telling Bakugou about your father must've triggered your subconscious, and you release a shaky breath. You take deep breaths as you wipe your eyes with shaky hands, and you let out a sob, only stopping when you hear something scrapping at your door. Fear runs through your whole body, and you don't know what to do.

You slide out of bed, hearing the scraping stop and continue, and as you approach the door, you hear...water? You frown, carefully placing your hand on the doorknob, preparing to brace yourself for whatever's on the other side. You snatch the door open, your eyes landing on Bakugou with a brush in his hand.

"What are you doing?" You look down to see a bucket of soapy water, and you look in your peripheral first before you turn your head, seeing that the words that were on your door are gone. "Why?" you ask after a while when neither of you says a word.

"Because this," he starts, gesturing softly to the door. "Is a shitty thing to do." You don't say anything, and when he frowns at you, you look away. "Nightmare?"

You look up. "How'd you know?"

"Been there before," he says with a shrug. You nod, but you look off to the side again, and he throws the brush in the bucket, wiping his hands off. He steps towards you, and he feels a range of different emotions as he looks at you. He gets you to look at him with a finger under your chin, and he wants to shake his head in disbelief.

"Is this because of him?" You look tired, even more so than after the villain attack; any life you had in your eyes is gone. Bakugou doesn't even know who he's looking at anymore. He doesn't need you to answer his question because the silence is enough to tell him.

He sighs quietly before he moves carefully, wrapping his arms around you slowly, giving you time to move or protest if you want to. When you don't, he pulls you into him, and you don't react at first, but then he feels your hands on his back, digging into his shirt. Your breathing picks up, his ears pick up soft sobs coming from you, and he rests a hand on the back of your head.

"You won't leave me?" He barely catches the question, but when it reaches his ears, he holds onto you a little tighter.

"I won't."

It's been a couple of weeks, and neither of you have talked about that night. You sort of feel like there's no reason to, but that doesn't mean your mind tries to figure out the whole meaning of the interaction. Nothing has happened regarding your father, and you and Bakugou haven't told anyone, even though he's suggested a few times that you should.

You're sitting at a table by yourself in the cafeteria, but you can feel the eyes of other students on you. Ever since the villain attack, you've been the majority of the talk. You're surprised that there were a lot fewer awful comments than you expected, but of course, there still had to be that same group.

You don't look up when you hear a tray clap against the table in front of you, but you do look up when you hear it more than once. You're now in between Momo and Uraraka, and Bakugou's between Todoroki and Kirishima. "What's with the face?" Momo asks lightly, and you huff, a smile on your face to mask the surprise that was covering it.

"Oh, nothing. Was your table taken or something?"

"No, why do you ask?" Momo tilts her head in confusion, and you shake your head as you wave her off. You hear laughing again, and you barely look past Ochaco, seeing the same groups of kids with their eyes your way.

You turn back to see Bakugou looking at them before he meets your eyes. You shake your head as little as possible but hopefully enough for him to see it, the conversation of your classmates dancing around the both of you. "Bakugou!" you say softly, covering your mouth as you watch him shoot out of his seat, walking over to the table.

"What's he doing?" Kirishima's the one that asks, everyone looking at him as you look down at your food.

"Beats me." You look over, and you can't hear what he's saying, but you do see all of the smiles on their faces fall.

"You and Bakugou seem to get along really well." You snap your head towards Todoroki, his words surprising you.

"What makes you say that?" You ignore the sound of a slap coming from the table.

"Well, he was really worried about you after you passed out," Shouto answers, and you shrug.

"Anyone would be worried though, right?" you try.

"The only reason why he was in your room when you woke up was because he almost blasted the waiting room of the hospital."

You start laughing because you think he's overexaggerating, but you quickly stop when no one else does. "Really?" you ask, looking around, and they all nod. You don't say anything because you really don't know what to say, but Momo speaks up.

"Do you need to eat certain things to use your quirk?" she asks, and you shake your head with a shrug.

"Not really. I just need to make sure I eat enough and sleep enough in order for me to use my quirk as best as I can," you explain. "If I don't do either of those things and then I push myself too hard, the consequences are higher."

"So, is that what happened a couple of days ago?" It's Kirishima who asks, and you shake your head again.

"No, I just tried to make something really big." You chuckle softly before you continue. "I'm not good at controlling how big I want to make something in pressure situations, so that's something I need to work on."

The conversation goes from one subject to another about your quirk, and you feel kind of weird answering so many questions about your quirk, no one ever really been interested enough to ask. You take a moment to glance at Bakugou who's still over at the table, and the kids sitting there look terrified, and just as you're about to stand to go get him, he starts to walk back towards your table.

You breathe a sigh of relief, able to relax in your seat a little more as you jump back into the conversation without missing a beat. Bakugou sits back down, not saying a word and rattling off some random excuse when everyone asks him what he was doing. He looks at you, but you don't hold his eyes for long, turning to listen to what Uraraka's now talking about.

~

Bakugou knows you push yourself harder than you need to when everyone's training, proving himself even more correct when he has to help you back to the dorms after it's over. You grabbed some food, but then you went to your room, All Might noticing that you looked more tired than he thought you should be.

Bakugou noticed that you didn't eat dinner with everyone else, and he figured you were asleep, so he went to go wake you because you definitely needed more food than what you got at lunch. He knocks a few times, and he finds himself waiting, but you never come to the door. He assumes that you're sleeping really hard, but something feels off to him.

You didn't feel like you accomplished anything in training today, so you went to the area where you've been training on your own to get more reps. You feel better after you slept, and now that there's no one here to stop you, you can push yourself to that extra mile that they won't let you get to.

You feel surprisingly good even though you've been at it for a couple of hours, and you feel satisfaction run through you at the thought that your stamina is picking up. Your main focus today was to fix what you did wrong during the villain attack which was making the box too big.

You focus on making the box the right size, and then when you finally get that right without any screw-ups, you become even more eager and attempt to come up with different ways to apprehend villains in different situations.

The sun's starting to go down, and you're sweating a ridiculous amount, but you're not done yet. You start thinking about your mom, and what you would be able to show her when you finally see her again. You remember that she loves to plant, and you look around seeing that you have enough to make what you want to. You vividly imagine the greenhouse in your mind: how big it is, what it exactly looks like, the shape.

The imagery in your head is really what fuels your quirk the most. If there's no image, whatever you try to change won't really change into anything. You open your eyes, seeing the structure starting to come together, but in the middle of it, you feel pain starting to circulate through your whole body.

You wince, the materials shaking as they form, but you shake the pain off, continuing, but the longer you keep going, the more you're hurting. The pain is starting to make your head foggy, which means that the image in your head isn't clear anymore.

Your eyes start to become heavy, and you blink, trying to clear your vision but it's slow. One blink you see the parts you were changing fall, another blink and now you're looking at the sky, the impact of your body on the ground making you groan in pain.

"Shit," you rasp, your body way past fatigued, you can barely move. You take a lot longer to blink this time, your eyes staying closed for a period of time, and when you open them, you're not only looking at blurred images of the sky.

It's a figure, and it takes forever to clear out, but when it does, you feel your heart drop. You can't move, you don't even have enough energy to scream. There's no way he's looking down at you. It can't be him.

Your eyes start to shut against your will, and you start to panic, afraid that this'll be the last image you see. They fall closed, and you will every last fiber of energy to open them, but when you do he's gone. You can't look around, and at this point, you're not even sure if it was real or a hallucination.

You can feel that you're really starting to panic, your breathing picking up as tears prick at your eyes, and the next time you open them, there's a different figure above you on the opposite side. You can tell it's Bakugou, and you try to tell him, but you can't speak.

"y/n, you need to breathe." That's what it takes for you to realize that you're not doing that at all, and you try to take shallow breaths, but you're still in that frenzied state. "Look at me, focus on me." You can feel his hand in yours, and you open your eyes as you take a deep breath in.

He squeezes your hand softly when you take another one, and another one until you can register that you're breathing okay. "He was here." It's the first thing you say when you catch your breath, and Bakugou freezes. "He didn't say anything, I can't even be sure if he was actually here."

You realize that Bakugou's sitting on the ground, holding you, and you hear your name being called by a different voice. "We should probably take you to the hospital." It's Aizawa, and with as much strength as you can muster, you shake your head.

"No, I don't need it." You hear him start with something about you needed fluids, but you cut him off. "Please," you start. "I'll do anything, just no more hospitals."

Aizawa doesn't say anything, studying the both of you before he sighs. "Alright," he eventually says. "But you'll be stuck in your room for a few days." You would so much rather have that than go back to the hospital. And it's not like what they would give you there, they couldn't give you while in you're in your bed.

Bakugou helps you up, and even though your feet are on the ground, he's doing most of the walking for you. "Who were you talking about?"

You glance at Bakugou, who's looking at you already. "You need to tell him. Whether he was here or not," he argues. You hesitate, but you eventually give in.

You don't give Aizawa all of the details you gave Bakugou, but it's enough to have him stop walking and turn around to look at you. "I'm not sure if it was actually him, but--"

"It doesn't matter. This isn't something we should take lightly considering the circumstances." If you could slump even more, you would, and Bakugou hoists you up a little more.

"Can we talk about this inside?" he urges, and he guides you into the dorms, and you're thankful that no one's waiting for you. Bakugou must've not made such a scene this time.

You make it to your room, and Aizawa talks to you more about your father, but you don't know much, not having contact with him since he took you. He agrees not to crowd you with security, doing so will only make the situation worse you believe, and Bakugou's on board with it too.

The conversation doesn't last long, Aizawa wanting you to get rest, but you're on the way to sleep anyway once you lay down on your bed, and right before you go to sleep, you hear voices but they start to blur, and hearing your door close is the last thing before sleep finally takes over.

You could say that Bakugou had a hunch when you still hadn't come down to eat dinner when he knows you should've been. But he didn't expect to find you nearly unconscious on the ground. He's more than grateful that you told him about the place or else he probably would've turned the whole city upside down trying to look for you.

He decides to stay in your room, sitting at your desk to make sure that you're okay while you sleep. He can't imagine what nightmares you have, and he doesn't want to be anywhere else if you do have one. When you opened the door that night, he knew exactly what had woken you up, but he didn't ask what the nightmare consisted of. But after seeing how quick you were to panic when you saw your dad, he has a pretty good idea of what it is.

He finds himself dozing off every now and then, the falling of his head either forward or backward quickly jolting him awake. You've been asleep ever since you got back to the dorms, and it's been about eight hours. He decides to try and get some fresh air, hoping it might help him stay awake when it happens.

You sit up straight in your bed, nearly screaming at the pain due to how fast you're moving, and you're breathing erratically. Bakugou's quick to move, sitting down on the bed and sliding you into him, talking to you the entire time to let you know that it's him and that you're safe and in your room.

He carefully moves you on top of him, allowing him to ground you easier when he wraps his arms around you. You finally calm down, his hand running down your back a signal of when to take a deep breath out. He feels your fists grab at the back of his shirt, and he thinks you might tear it as you sob, and he holds you the entire time.

He feels anger, pain, too many things at your actions because of your father. When your sobs start to cease, he feels your fingers release his shirt, but he doesn't let go of you, and you don't let go of him, keeping your arms around him. "You're okay," he whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up, okay?"

You sigh heavily and after a few minutes, he feels your breathing even out, your arms fall slightly, and your body slumps even further against him, telling him that you're asleep. He slowly moves towards the headboard, resting his back against it without disturbing you. He stays awake for as long as he can, listening for an uptick in your heartbeat or a panicked breath until he eventually falls asleep himself.

~

When you wake up, the sun is pouring into the room, and the pillow you're laying on is moving. It doesn't take you long to remember that it's Bakugou, and you vividly remember what happened last night. That was probably the worst nightmare you've had, and you don't know what you would've done if he wasn't here.

You move slowly, lifting your head up to see him snoring softly. You look at his face for a while, finding it hard for you to tear yourself away from him. You've seen him this close, but you never had a chance to study him because his gaze was always so strong; you couldn't help but look away.

He still has that scowl on his face, but it's much softer, more like a small frown instead. You swallow thickly when you realize what you're doing and how you're feeling, and you look down, seeing his hand resting on the bed near the both of you.

You do remember that he held your hand when he found you yesterday, and before you can think twice about it, you reach down, lacing your fingers with his. His hands are so much rougher than yours, which you know is expected, but it's so significant that you're pretty sure you could recognize his hands with your eyes closed.

When his fingers twitch, you get ready to snatch your hand away, but he catches it softly, giving your hand a soft squeeze. You lift your head up, resting it further back on his shoulder, meeting his red eyes. "How're you feeling?" His voice is low and deep, and you give him a small shrug.

"I'm still feeling bleh," you admit. "But I slept better after." You don't add anything, both of you knowing what you mean and he nods.

"Are you more tired or hungry?" he asks next, and you nod as enthusiastically as you can when you answer.

"Definitely more hungry." He smiles when you do, and then he's staring at you again, and you feel your face warm as you look away. "Sorry for dragging you through all of this," you say after a short while.

"Stop apologizing for shit." You look at him again, and he looks serious and sincere at the same time. "None of this is your fault, and I'm not taking pity on you," he states. "We can help you. I can help you. You don't have to do this alone anymore."

"I'm just not used to it." You take a deep breath when you feel tears threatening to pool at your lash line. "It's been me and my sister since the incident. And it's just been me at school. I don't know how to respond to it."

That explains why you always looked so surprised whenever everyone was around you. You weren't used to having this many people near you. Having this many people that weren't judging you.

"It's weird having someone else know about what's going on in my life," you continue. "I'm just waiting for the moment where I wake up and none of it ever happened. As far as you can tell, I don't really get happy endings."

"And that's gonna change." He lets go of your hand to rest his hand on your cheek. "You're going to get through this, and you're going to become an amazing hero. Right after me, of course." You laugh softly as you roll your eyes, a grin on his face before you rest your head back on his chest.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

He pulls you closer to him. "Any time."

Because of how much you pushed yourself, you actually had to stay in your room for longer than you had to at the hospital. You don't really care that much, you're just glad you're not spending those days there. You can't do much moving, getting out of the bed proves to be a huge chore, but Bakugou offers to bring you food so you don't have to do a lot of walking.

You try to argue and deny, but there's not really much you could back up on because you can barely get out of bed without nearly crying in pain. You will admit that sometimes you are bored out of your mind; there's only so much homework you can get done early.

You're trying to think of ways to pass the time when something slides under your door. You frown as it catches your eye, and you look over at it. You can't reach it, but you're feeling a tiny bit better, so you bear the pain so that you can get to it. When you pick it up, you see that it's a card, but it's blank.

You turn it all ways, seeing that there's nothing written on the card at all, and your frown deepens when you look towards the door. You slowly make your way towards it, and when you open it, you almost jump in surprise.

"You guys weren't supposed to make her get out of bed." You recognize it as Mina's voice, seeing Uraraka and Momo standing outside of your room.

"What are you guys doing here?" you ask, adjusting your grip on your door because it's still a bit difficult to stand on your own, and you hear crinkling when you do. You look to see that your door has been decorated, gold replacing the white of your door with the words "get well soon" covering it.

Your mouth falls open in surprise, letting your hand run over some of the letters. "How are you feeling?" You turn to Uraraka, who's got flowers in her hands. "Sorry, we made you get out of bed."

You shake your head slowly, your brain still trying to wrap around what's going on. "Oh, it's okay. I'm feeling a lot better," you answer as she hands you the flowers. "You guys didn't have to do this."

"Well, we wanted to. We were all really worried," Mina says, and you cringe softly.

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. All that matters is that you're okay now." Uraraka and Momo nod in agreement with Mina's words, which makes you smile. "And try to not give Bakugou a heart attack next time," she adds, and you frown.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think I've ever seen him so frantic," Uraraka comments. "The moment he found out you weren't here, he didn't even wait for Mr. Aizawa. He just went to where you were."

"Oh," you say softly, not knowing how to respond. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," you reply lightly, and then Bakugou's walking up behind them.

"What're you doing outta bed?" he asks instantly, and Mina steps to the side to let him through, but he just stands in front of you.

"They just wanted to tell me to get well soon," you tell him, lifting the flowers slightly to show him, and you can see them giggling behind him. "I'm fine. I just walked from my bed." You pull him next to you so that he isn't blocking your classmates.

"We just wanted to do something since she's stuck in her room all day," Mina argues. "But I guess with Bakugou staying with you, you're doing just fine."

You feel your face warm at the tone of her voice, insinuating something that you and he haven't really acknowledged, and you awkwardly glance at him. "He's not really...staying," you try, "he's just...um..."

"We should probably let you rest, y/n." You sigh in relief when Momo changes the subject, and Uraraka nods as she starts to push Mina away. "If you need anything, just let us know."

"Thanks, you guys." They all give you a wave before walking down the hallway. You move into the room first, Bakugou following after you, and you're glad that he's not hovering over you. He's still worried about you moving on your own, but he doesn't make you use him as a crutch.

"Please don't tell me you went somewhere to get me food," you say when he tells you that he brought you food, which is why he was here. You set the flowers down on your desk before sitting down on your bed next to him.

"I made it." He mumbles his words, not looking your way, and you almost don't catch it, but you take the container when he hands it to you.

"You made this?" you repeat slowly, and he just nods as he hands you a fork. You notice that his face is slightly tinted pink, and you decide to spare him the teasing, digging into your food. He seems to redden even more when you compliment him on the food, eating your fair share pretty quickly.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Better than yesterday," you answer with a nod. "There's still some pain but I've been taking meds for it." He nods and silence falls over the both of you, finishing your food a while ago, and now both of you are sitting next to each other on your bed.

There's so much you want to ask, but you don't really know how. You haven't known Bakugou for long, but it feels like you've known him longer than you have. It all just feels so nice, so you don't want to ruin it by trying to talk about what's going on between you two, so you just decide to let it be.

You notice that he's rubbing his arm, but when you start to think about it, you've realized that he'd been doing it since he's been here. "What'd you do to your arm?" you ask, nudging him slightly with your shoulder.

"'S, nothin'," he mumbles, and you rub your fingers over his arm, figuring it out pretty quickly.

"It's because of me, right?" He looks up from where you're touching him, meeting your eyes. "When you ran off to find me?" He didn't want to tell you because he knew you would feel bad. "I won't do it again," you add. "It was a stupid thing to do."

"No," he starts, grabbing your hand gently when you look down. "Don't start blaming yourself. Your dad's actions are not your fault. This," he says, gesturing to his arm. "Is not your fault. I chose to go and find you."

You sigh before resting your head on his shoulder, looking at his hand on top of yours. "I want you to stop blaming yourself. I know it's not easy, but you won't ever have to apologize to me."

"People have gotten hurt because of me. I don't want you to be a part of that," you admit, and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

"No one got hurt because of you." He lifts your head up to look at him, and for once, you can hold his gaze. "Everything that has happened in your life is not your fault. And I'm going to keep telling you that because it's true." You hadn't even realized that tears have slipped from your eyes, only noticing when Bakugou wipes them away with his thumb. "Okay?"

You nod and he twists his body towards you, your arms wrapping around him before he can finish moving. He does the same, pulling you closer to him, and for the first time, there's a tiny part of you that actually believes those words.

It's been almost two weeks since you saw your dad, and you still don't feel safe enough to go anywhere outside of the school. Most of the teachers know about your situation, and Bakugou is the only classmate that knows. There's a part of you that wants to tell some of them, but you know it'll do more harm than good.

You've been using the excuse that you're still recovering, but that will run out sooner rather than later. Aizawa's been keeping you updated, but no one's been able to locate your dad, but that doesn't make you feel any better. You weren't sure if you saw him or not when you were training by yourself. If they can't find him, that means he wasn't here in the first place, or he knows he's being followed or looked for.

It nearly sends you into a panic all over again, but Bakugou's still by your side, which makes you a little bit more confident that you might be able to overcome this.

"You don't have to stay." You're feeling better now, physically at least, but the new information about your dad has you unsettled again. "Pretty sure you'd like to sleep in your own bed now."

"Do you want me to stay?"

"If you don't want to stay, I'm not gonna force you," you respond with a shrug.

"That's not what I asked you." His voice is quiet, with no heat behind it, but you can't help but feel guilty at what your answer is. "It doesn't matter where I sleep. All that matters is that you're okay."

You don't answer right away, your hands digging into your blanket, and Bakugou doesn't need to say it out loud to know what you want. He lays back down, getting comfortable before he pulls you down on top of him. "You can leave after I fall asleep," you whisper, feeling safe with him here, and he gives you a small grunt, not really responding with an answer. You can feel sleep looming over you as you listen to his heartbeat and his hand rubs up and down your back.

"I'll be here when you wake up." It's the last thing you hear as your eyes slip closed.

~

You're going in and out of sleep, and you don't know how much time has passed since you dozed off. One minute you're a second away from falling asleep, the next you're becoming aware of your surroundings again. You sigh softly before you decide to sit up, but Bakugou's arm tightens around you before you can barely lift yourself off of him.

"Why are you still awake?"

"Why are you still awake?" you parrot back, lifting yourself up on your elbow when he finally lets you go. His voice sounds like he wasn't sleeping at all, and you confirm it when you see that his eyes don't have an ounce of sleep in them. "I just keep going in and out and I don't know why."

"Is it because of him?" he asks you softly and you shrug in response.

"I don't know. It might be," you reply, and it looks like you're going to say something, but then you close your mouth. Bakugou's arm tightens around you for a second as he frowns.

"What?"

You let yourself lay back down on him, looking around your room before you speak. "I'm afraid of dying." You can feel his breath hitch at your statement, but you keep going. "But there's this part of me that's sort of okay if my dad does manage to catch me. But that doesn't make me any less scared."

You lift your head up to see a look on Bakugou's face that you've never seen before like he doesn't know what to say. "I shouldn't have said that," you say after a pregnant pause. "I don't know why I told you that."

You sit up when he doesn't hold you down, and you run your hands over your face. "There's just this feeling that my dad will win in the end, and..." You release a shaky breath, shaking your head slowly. "It terrifies the shit out of me."

You hear him sit up, but you don't turn around, and you hadn't even realized that your hands were shaking until he grabs them in his. "Relax, you're gonna make yourself panic." His voice is soft, and he makes you turn to him before he helps you move your leg over him. "I know I can't make you feel any much better with an empty promise," he begins. "But I won't let anything happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to you.

"And I want you to stop thinking that you're making my life more difficult when I'm here with you." You chew on your lip softly as you listen, and he's wiping the tears that fall. "I've had the nightmares, but I didn't have anyone there to help me with it. I'm not going to let you go through this alone."

You don't know what to say. You've never had this before. This support. It feels so weird, so foreign, but it feels so nice. Like you can finally breathe again. You have support from your sister, but this feels different. It feels nice to have someone outside of your family that knows about your situation after having it under wraps for so long.

"Alright?" His question jumps you out of your head. "So, no tears, okay?" The words are light, and there's a small smile on his face, and you let out a watery laugh as you both wipe your tears away. "Your dad isn't going to win, and you're going to see your mom."

How in the hell are you supposed to control your tears when he's talking to you like this? Your lower lip wobbles as you try not to cry even more, and you rest your hands on his face. You take a quiet breath before you start to lean in, and when he doesn't pull away, you let your lips land on his.

You melt against him when his lips mold against yours as his hands come up to rest on your back. His hand moves to the back of your neck when you pull away but dive back in once more, your fingers brushing over his undercut. You both pull away, breathing heavier than before. "What was that for?"

Just in case...

You huff softly, feeling your face become hot. You can't believe you did that in the heat of the moment, but the way he's smiling at you doesn't worry you that much. "Just cause," you say with a shrug. "Was it okay?" He nods, moving in again, and your smile widens. "Can I do it again?"

He's already pushing your head towards his gently before you can even get the question out, and his nod is quick before he presses his lips to yours, and you drape your arms over his shoulders as you both get to know each other in a different way.

The kiss stays mild, but there's so much unspoken emotion you're telling each other that it almost scares you, and even though you feel like you're floating on cloud nine, you know Bakugou will always be there to catch you. You laugh softly, causing him to pull away, but he's smiling just as big giving you one last peck. "Just cause, huh?"

Just in case I don't get the chance to do it again.

The status of your relationship with Bakugou is still pretty unknown to your classmates, hell even yourselves, but everyone pretty much knows about the two of you by now. You weren't stuck in your room anymore, you had fully recovered a while ago, but the fear of your father was still looming over you.

It was mostly Mina that was making playful jabs at you, only stopping when Uraraka told her to. You don't really mind it, even though you can feel your face warm every time you think she's talking too loud. You were given the choice to start interning with heroes if you wanted to, and you were a little hesitant at first, more worried than anything, but you thought to yourself that you won't get anywhere if you keep letting him stop you.

You had been training ever since you could move without experiencing any pain, bettering your quirk and making adjustments to your hero suit. Bakugou was there with you the entire time, helping you along with making sure you weren't pushing yourself too hard.

"I'm actually kinda scared," you admit, huffing to yourself as you look at the sky. You and Bakugou are sitting on your balcony, tomorrow being the first day of your internship.

"Why is that?" Your hand is in his, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

"I'm just worried that I'll mess up, or I'll do the wrong thing, or I won't be able to save someone in time." You let your head rest back against the door, and you feel him slip his fingers between yours.

"All that's bullshit." You let your head fall to the side as you give him a look. "Because when that villain attacked that day, you didn't manage to do any of that. And you had never been in a situation like that before.

"Just don't think about it," he continues. "You know what you're doing, and you're good at quickly assessing the situation at hand. You'll be fine."

"Who knew that Bakugou Katsuki gave so many compliments." You nudge his shoulder at your teasing, and he rolls his eyes, but then he's looking at you making you tilt your head in curiosity. "What?"

He's glad that you've let him in, and he prays that you don't think he's doing it just because it's the right thing to do. He can tell you're still a bit scared to go outside, but you're not the same girl he met when he first talked to you in the Lunch Rush cafeteria.

"Don't get used to it," he responds lightly, and he smiles when you laugh. He's pretty sure you've never had any reassurance in your life other than the fact that your dad is going to find you. He thinks--no, he knows-- it's not fair that you haven't been given the chance to try and go down this path because of something out of your control that shouldn't even be a factor in the first place.

And he wants to see you succeed.

~

You were actually asked my Edgeshot if you would like to intern with him, and you were next level starstruck, but accepted. You weren't too worried that you wouldn't be with Bakugou because you were feeling more confident as time when on. You notified him of your situation, not as many details, but Aizawa insisted that you should, that everyone should be on high alert.

You didn't really do any patrolling the first couple of days, staying in the agency mostly, thinking it would be the safest bet for now. You might not be that scared or worried about your father anymore, but that doesn't mean you can get careless.

"We were able to get more information from the villain that you stopped. He said he was hired by a doctor, but he didn't give him his name." You feel your heart do a million different things at the information coming from the pro-hero. "Does that sound like him?"

You sigh heavily as you nod. "Yeah, it does. But he doesn't work in the hospital." You feel sickness pooling in your stomach at the fact that your suspicions at the beginning were right. "Thank you for telling me," you say after a quick pause. "If you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you kept me in the loop."

"Of course," he accepts as he nods. "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing for now. He becomes more cunning when he has more attention on him," you explain. "We just need to keep gathering information."

It unsettles you to no end, and at this point, you don't know what to think. You suppose all good things come to an end, but that phrase really hits home when the building starts to shake. You brace yourself on the desk next to you as stuff starts falling off shelves and desks, and you look around in panic.

It can't be an earthquake, but the possibility isn't too far off. You look out the window, seeing dust accumulating at the bottom of the building along with people in a panic running all different directions. All of you are quick to make it outside, and you finally see what's causing the shaking.

The building's foundation is slowly crumbling, and you notice that Edgeshot's agency isn't the only building that's being affected. All of the foundations of the taller buildings are crumbling, and the people in the buildings aren't going to get out before it collapses.

You move towards the agency first, placing your hands on the deteriorating bricks and making them new again. It was something you had been working on, making the same things but just brand new again, training your brain to think that it was a different block than the one you're fixing.

The building didn't suffer too much damage, so the building doesn't fall when you restore the bricks, but the rest of the buildings are worse. You don't hesitate, moving to the next one to restore the foundation, and you're able to use the broken bricks to build support beams so that they don't fall onto each other.

You realized that you'd never noticed how many skyscrapers were in this area until you're running around trying to fix them all before they fall. Edgeshot and the other heroes are rescuing the civilians in the buildings that you may not get to in time.

But you're starting to think that most of those buildings won't get fixed because you're already starting to get tired, having to run from building to building, and for some, having to make support beams.

But then you hit one building, and it seems like your fatigue hits you like a smack in the face, and you're falling to the ground. "What the fuck?" You know something is wrong because you've never been hit with exhaustion like this before, but you can't let it stop you now.

One of the heroes finds you, and you decide that you need to conserve your energy if you want to stop the buildings from falling because once they do, it'll be devastating. They're able to carry you to the taller buildings, and you barely manage to fight off your fatigue to make support beams, the foundations already too destroyed to restore.

You finally make it to the last one, and you don't know how you've managed to make the last support beams, but you're able to stop all of the buildings from falling and most of the civilians got out unharmed. You're almost laughing in relief as you get put down on the ground, but as soon as your feet land, your feel another rush of fatigue, and you can barely feel yourself fall down.

Why in the hell are you so tired? As much as you trained, you've tested your stamina, and you can certainly make it longer than this. People are starting to surround you, asking questions, but you can't even keep your eyes open, and before you know it, they're finally slipping closed, the world going quiet and dark.

~

The beeping of the monitors is faint to your ears, and you find yourself wondering how in the hell you're back in the hospital again. You try to piece together everything that happened, something you could've missed, but when you finally get the strength to open your eyes, everything falls into place.

"How could you run away from your own father, y/n?" You wish you had the strength to roll your eyes, but the only thing you're capable of is showing emotions in your eyes. "I do realize talking may be hard for you right now, but I designed it so that you wouldn't wake up."

You should've known the rush of fatigue was his doing. His job was to enhance heroes' quirks. You didn't put it past him that he would use it on you. "But you've always been a strong fighter, haven't you?" You thought that maybe you'd feel something when you finally met your father face-to-face after these years, but now, with the position that you're in, you feel nothing. "Although, you made it easier for me, so I thank you for that. The villains did the heavy lifting, but you just set it up perfectly. All because you wanted to be a hero, with utmost determination, but a trash quirk," he spits. "Just like your mother."

You blink slowly, knowing he's expecting a reaction out of you, but you stay calm, hoping your eyes tell him to "make this quick."

"I...don't...understand," you manage, your voice so low you don't even know if he heard you, but there's no emotion behind it. It's just a blank statement.

"And you don't have to, sweetie. Just let it happen."

~

Bakugou knows something is wrong. He's watching the news, seeing the possible villain attack in the same area that you're supposed to be in. And the text that you sent him before is the reason why he's racing towards the hospital once he sees you fall to the ground.

Turns out my suspicions were right. Thank you for everything, Katsuki. I'll never forget it.

He knows the heavy reason for your words, and he thinks back to the conversation he had with you about how you were scared. And he moves even faster, panic swelling in his throat, suffocating him. He bursts through the hospital without stopping by anyone, only to ask where your room is.

When he gets there, he swings the door open, his blood running cold when his eyes land on your father, an empty syringe in his hand. Bakugou doesn't waste any time, grabbing him and pulling him away from you. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he screams, throwing him into the wall. "What did you do?!" He doesn't remember telling his body to move, but he's throwing punches left and right, having multiple nurses pull him off of your father.

He only turns to you when he hears one of the nurses yell out your status, and he's running over to you, grabbing your hand. "I get..." You try to speak, but it's getting harder to breathe, but you have to say it. "To tell you in person."

"You're gonna be okay. You're gonna make it." You don't believe him, and you give him a small smile because you don't have the strength to squeeze his hand.

"Thanks....Katsu." You groan softly, the monitors going crazy, and when Bakugou swallows that lump in his throat, the tears fall. "It's...it's gonna be...okay."

"Baby, please stop talking," he pleads, not wanting you to do anything else because he knows everything you're trying to do is making you even more tired. He hears people telling him to move, but he's glued to your bedside.

"I made..." You glance to the side when you can't get it out, and he looks over to see a flower on the table next to your bed. "It's...your explosion," you laugh to the best of your ability, which is just a weak huff of air. "In...a flower...kinda."

His vision is getting blurry from the tears, and he doesn't know what to do. He feels so defeated, and when your eyes slip closed, he's being pulled out of the room, and he fights.

But as soon as he gets to the door, the monitor flatlines. And the flower in his hand stays.

"You need to go home, Bakugou." He hears the repeated sentence come from Aizawa, and he doesn't move from the bench as he stares hard at the flower in his hand.

He failed you. He promised that nothing would happen to you, and he broke it. He told you all kinds of lies, and he chokes back a sob, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He has to put the flower down every time his emotions get the best of him because he runs the risk of destroying it with his blasts.

"She's awake."

Bakugou freezes before his head turns to the nurse that uttered those words. She nods, and he stands quickly before bolting into the hospital. He narrowly dodges the people in the hallways, and he nearly breaks the door off of the hinges when he opens it.

"Why are you slamming the door open?" He manages to keep himself from crashing into you when he makes it to you, softly planting his lips on yours, his hands shaking vigorously as he holds your face. "Fuck, you're alive."

You frown curiously at the same time you're smiling. "Did they not tell you?" He shakes his head and you sigh, resting your hand on his face. "One of the doctors my dad was working with turned himself in along with the antidote," you explain. "Woke up as if nothing happened, but there's always the pain."

Bakugou feels like he might cry even more at the relief he's feeling. He doesn't know what to say, letting his forehead fall against yours. You rub your thumb over his cheek, but then you're pulling away, the frown back on your face. "You've been crying?"

"I broke my promise." His voice cracks, but he doesn't care.

"Katsuki, what did you tell me?" Your voice is still soft but firm. "You said my dad's actions were not my fault, and that goes for you." You bring your other hand up to his face. "You didn't break any promises. The only reason why I got this far was because of you. None of this is your fault," you declare. "So, don't blame yourself."

You raise your eyebrows, and he huffs as he rolls his eyes softly, and you brush your hand over his forehead before running your hand through his hair, and then he's meeting your lips again, sighing into the kiss at the fact that you're still here. That he didn't lose you.

"You still have the flower?" He looks down, seeing it laying on the bed in between the two of you.

"Yes?" he responds, and you shake your head as you cringe.

"Please, get rid of it. It was super corny." He frowns before shaking his head.

"I'm not doing that." You bump your forehead against his softly, scrunching up your nose.

"You're so stubborn."

"You're one to talk."

"We couldn't let anyone know that you'd survive for safety reasons." You both jump when you hear your sister's voice, Bakugou moving away from you significantly as your mom and sister walk in. "You wanna introduce your boyfriend first before you make out with him?"

You flip her off before your mom can see, clearing your throat as your face warms. You watch Bakugou stand, moving towards your family, and your eyes widen when he bows. "I'm sorry for letting your daughter get hurt. I swear, it won't happen again."

He stands up straight, and your mom walks towards him before she pulls him into a hug, tears on her face, and it's not too long before Bakugou's returning it. "Thank you for being there for her," she whispers against him, and he tightens his arms around her just a little more.

He gives her a sincere smile when they pull away, looking at you when you speak up. "So, I can leave now, right?" You change the subject, feeling like you might cry again at the scene in front of you. They all roll their eyes, making you laugh. There's a knock on the door, and you gasp softly when you see all of your classmates walking into the room.

All of them were accompanied by streamers and balloons, Denki even having party poppers. You laugh softly in surprise as they all greet you with 'get well soon' cards and balloons, nearly half the room filled with them.

You're stuck in surprise, only being pulled out of it when you feel Bakugou slip his hand into yours. You look at him, the biggest smile on your face that he's ever seen, and he couldn't care less about your friends when he leans down to kiss you once more.

[theanimeoftheblackbunnymask]

I posted 113 times in 2022

That's 99 more posts than 2021!

95 posts created (84%)

18 posts reblogged (16%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 10 of my posts in 2022

#yandere jjk - 5 posts

#jujutsu kaisen x reader - 4 posts

#jjk x reader - 4 posts

#yandere one piece - 3 posts

#yandere jujutsu kaisen - 3 posts

#jujutsu kaisen x you - 3 posts

#one piece x y/n - 3 posts

#one piece x you - 3 posts

#one piece x reader - 3 posts

#yandere bsd - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Yandere Portgas D. Ace

Author's Note: I'm a big old simp for Ace. One of my friends' has me saved as Ace Simp in his contacts, I saved him as Sanji Simp tho, since he simps for Sanji-

Warnings: Forced Affection, Death, Fire, Branding, Drugging, Insecurities, Attempted Rape, Burning, Violence, Physically Abuse, Panic Attacks, Paranoia, Human Trafficking Mentioned, Alcohol, Stalking, Minor Sexual Themes.

Pairings: Portgas D. Ace x Reader {Yandere}

Links: {Masterlist} {Previous Alphabet: Yandere Luffy Alphabet} {Alphabet Used}

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Ace is very touched starved. He loves to fall asleep on you and cuddle you to his heart's content.

He's very affectionate and spoils you rotten, even if you don't want him hugging you it's ok! He'll make sure you accept his affections!

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He's pretty messy. Ace's temper didn't just disappear and leave when he became an adult. His short temper is still there and it got worse ever since he was a kid.

He burn the person right Infront of you. He'd warn the person to fuck off, and if they don't he'll burn them without a second thought.

If you want him to kill the woman who was harassing you last week, say no more! He'll bring you back their head if you'd like! Anything for his cute little firefly!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'll make sure your comfortable. He'll be very cuddly and will fall asleep on you when he just knocks out.

Ace likes to spend time with you and he'd try to be a good boyfriend, despite his temper. So what if he kidnapped you and is keeping you away from your old life!

He'll get you whatever you want or need., Just say the word. Ace is very insecure and wants you to be happy and love him unconditionally, he would hate himself if he ever saw you upset.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Ace tends to drug your food, so you're asleep a lot during the day. He mainly does this when you're misbehaving.

You personal space is gone now. If you tell him to leave you alone he'll immediately think that he did something wrong and that you hate him. You don't want to see him cry, do you?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ace is rarely vulnerable around people, he's only vulnerable around those he trust.

Now, keep in mind just because Ace is a simp doesn't mean he's an idiot. He knows when you're trying to use him, and he'll shut that down immediately. You'll only see him cry when you made him upset, but he'll never actually talk about his true feelings until he trust you.

Once he trusts you, he'll talk more about how he feels, what he's insecure about and a lot of personal stuff. He won't let you use his weaknesses against him, he knows he won't be able to control himself if you tried.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'll be heartbroken. He'll be on the defense, dodging your punches while telling you to stop. When you don't that's when he starts to get annoyed. He'll grab your wrist, you stopping when you feel your arm burn. You'll scream while Ace tells you to stop, rage being in his voice.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Oh Lord please help him. When he can't find you he'll have a panic attack. He'd ask everyone one the ship if they've seen you. His mind would be racing with so many thoughts.

"What if someone kidnapped them?"

"What if they jumped off the ship?"

Marco will literally have to calm him down because Ace is literally shaking and crying because of his paranoia.

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444 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#4

Yandere Luffy Alphabet

Author's Note: Luffy is one of my beloveds. His smile always fills me up with joy.

Author's Note 2: I forgot a warning-

Warning: Forced Affection, Isolation, Starvation (Luffy, suprisingly I know but just read), Arson, Humiliation, Teasing, Crying, Sadistic Tendencies, Death, Violence, Physical Abuse, Bondage, Broken Bones, Lack Of Freedom, and Minor Sexual Themes

Links: {Masterlist} {Alphabet Used}

Pairings: Yandere Monkey D. Luffy x Reader

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

It's canon that Luffy is very physically affectionate. Whenever Luffy sees you he'll hug you so tightly you won't be able to move. He'll kiss your cheek and talk about how much he loves you.

Luffy does understand that you're afraid of him and don't want him touching you, but he just doesn't care! You're his, you belong to him, you're his Pirate Queen, nobody else's...

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He'll burn down an entire village if it means you won't leave him. The only people he doesn't mind you talk to, hang out with or share you with is his crew, nobody else.

When he took you he forced you to watch your home burn. He held you as it all burned, his eyes covered by his hat as he held a large grin on his face.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would treat you like he treats his crew, but you get treated a bit differently.

He's always hugging you and begging for your attention. He loves to spoil you rotten, even if he's broke he can just steal something.

He likes to have you wear his strawhat and he likes to cuddle with you.

Luffy talks about you so often, talking about how you're going to be the future Pirate Queen and how amazing you are.

He loves to tease you and call you pathetic because you just cry when you touches you, you don't even put up a fight.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He doesn't respect your boundaries, not one little bit. He'll chain you to his bed and leave you there for days just because you did hug him back.

Whenever you and the Strawhats stop at some town, you have to be with Luffy. He'll buy you stuff and drag on his little adventures.

He loves it when you cry, it's one his dark secrets but what he loves even more is you smile. So, he always tried to make you laugh so he can see that beautiful smile, something he hasn't seen ever since he took you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He doesn't expose much to you, but he can get pretty vulnerable if you let him.

He cries into your chest whenever he thinks about Ace's death, he wants your love and care, that's all he wants right now.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd be annoyed. Don't you see he just wants to keep you safe? The world is a dangerous place and he won't let someone as pretty as you be taken by it.

The longer you fight him the more upset he becomes. He'll just snap and punch you in the stomach, and catch you as you fall. He'll kiss you as he tied you up in ropes, a gag in your mouth and you wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"You're going to stay here until you've learned your lesson, I love you!"

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

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497 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#3

Imagine being high school friends with Geto and Gojo and you three were like the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerers in your generation.

Geto and Gojo we're always obsessed with you, but Gojo lost his cool one day and almost killed you by slashing your face.

You went missing after that and after the whole Geto incident Gojo was lonely and depressed.

Geto decided to look for you and he used your vulnerability against you made you his little pet. Using the scar on your face against and saying that without him you'll get another ugly scar on you face.

He'll then comfort you when you cry and says that he didn't mean anything he said while kissing your tears away.

530 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#2

Imagine: Yandere Toji

Warning: Abuse, Implied Sexual Abuse, Gambling Addiction, Alcohol addiction, Murder, Domestic Abuse, Female Reader, I was bored not best work.

Yandere Toji forcing you to take care of Megumi, who's around 4 at the time while he goes to work.

Toji likes to use you as a eye candy and he always has you dress up in skimpy clothing while there's hickeys, bruises and cuts all of you body from his abuse.

You tend to pass out a lot due to his abuse, it really took a toll on your mental and physical health. You tend to pass out when you're playing with Megumi and Megumi just ends up running to Toji so he can take care of you.

Toji spoils you and Megumi rotten. He doesn't spend a lot of time with Megumi or you, but he makes up for it in various ways.

Toji's a cheater. He doesn't even hide it from you. When you ever yell at him about it he just shrugs it off and pushes you away.

Man got gambling and alcohol addictions, and Lord help you if you argue with him about it. Expect to wake up the next morning in pain, physically sick and covered in your own blood.

He'll kill your entire family in front of you and then smirk before forcing you to clean up the mess, and if anything is left he'll punish badly.

Megumi didn't notice anything wrong until he got into like 2nd grade when heard kids talk about how their parents treated each other and he realized that something's was wrong with you and his dad's relationship. He came home the same day and asked you.

"Mommy, why does Daddy hurt you? Other kids parents don't do that."

"Mommy, why does Daddy hurt you? Other kids parents don't do that." You had to come up with ha lie just so he'd stop asking.

Megumi knows you lying, but he wants to ask Toji why he's mean to you, but ys you lying, but he wants to ask Toji why he's mean to you, but he knows you'll be to blame.

575 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Could you please do an imagine where reader and megumi get away from yandere toji fushiguro. Like one day whenever toji come back home from whatever he was doin and he finds reader and megumi gone. Maybe he finds them years later ??

Thank you

Escapies

Author's Note: Y E S

Warnings: Past abuse, Sexual Assault, Trauma, Alcohol, Gambling, Past Domestic Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Neglect, Sex Mentioned

Megumi was around 8 years old when you bursted into his room late at night. He was tired and confused and barely understand what you were saying. You told that you and him were leaving, saying that Toji will hurt you both if you stayed any longer.

Toji was doing a job and wasn't going to be back until tomorrow, and it seemed like a lot of time when it wasn't. So you grabbed a duffle bag and shoved a bunch of Megumi's clothes and toys in there along with some of your stuff. You let Megumi have a little backpack full of his favorite toys and snacks while you carried the duffle.

Megumi was always a quiet kid, but he was pretty smart and he wasn't surprised you were trying to escape.

You took around 3 Million Yen and escaped the house through the window of Megumi's room, the only room in the house that wasn't guarded by a curse Toji placed there.

Toji came back the next day and he didn't see you or Megumi anywhere in sight. He instantly became full of rage and started laughing like a maniac, saying that once got his hands on you you'll basically be a walking corpse.

You didn't know where to go, you were so lost and your family and friends were dead. You lived on the streets for a few weeks, hiding in alleyways and trying your best to find a place to stay while Megumi watched.

You were terrified that Toji would find you one day and drag you back. The fear you had for poor Megumi scared you to the ☝️ int you cried, but Megumi just kisses your cheek and hugged you.

"It's gonna be ok Mommy/Daddy," Megumi said, wiping your tears away.

Years passed and life actually got better. Toji hasn't found you two yet, Megumi's in Jujutsu High School, you have a nice apartment you live in, you have a pet too! And you now have a job. Megumi likes to visit you a lot on days he doesn't have missions or when he has free time. He's always paranoid his father may come back, the father that abused you for so many years and the father that almost fucking sold him.

Toji almost forgot about you two. He only got his obsession back when he was drunk one night and after he fucked some random girl he remembered you.

Toji was out on a job and he was glancing at windows while he walked down the streets. And that's when he saw you and Megumi, Megumi's face red while you pinched his cheeks and teased him about finally warming and opening up to the teammates he supposedly ', Wouldn't get attached too'.

Toji came back that same night and woke you up with a sword to your stomach, your mouth gagged and your limbs bound.

"Ah... My cute little whore... All beautiful when submissive..." Toji said, digging his sword into your stomach slowly, causing you to scream and cry in pain.

Megumi woke up because he felt a sudden wave of strong cursed energy, something that worried him dearly. He ran to your room and saw you tied up with Toji kissing you as blood oozed from you stomach, your cries being muffled by Toji's kisses.

Megumi summoned Toad and Toad grabbed and pulled you away, Toji sighing annoyed before standing up. Your eyes held fear as you shaked, tears rolling down your face as you desperately tried to hide in Toad.

"I was really enjoying myself too... But they do say kids ruin everything," Toji said, staring into Megumi's angered eyes.

"Get. Out." Megumi said, summoning his dogs while Toji stood there amused.

"I remember back when you were little... Your mother/father would always bug me to spend time with you, I think I'll do it this time..." Toji said, before running towards Megumi with a sword in his hands.

749 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

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[starbornsoulrider]

Hewwo Wren 👉👈🥺 Would you perchance like to share some fun facts about Halo?

OK LETS GOOOO decided to dump some kinda lore heavy stuff this time >:D

1. I think I’ve mentioned before that they have like. No control over their powers for a long time JCBFNDB but sometimes!! Their powers will combine and create totally new things on total accident. One example of this is the time they were trying to practice their Star Circle magic to revive a dead plant Elizabeth presented them with. However, their powers are very emotion-based; They have to be calm and focus on how much they want to save something in order to heal it successfully. HOWEVER, this was the first time tapping into the Star Circle, and it got out of hand fast. at first it started to work, but the magic was starting to grow too strong for them. it only made them panic, and for them strong emotions like fear is their catalyst for summoning power of the Lightning Circle. so shit went south and suddenly the star magic infused with the lightning- creating these violet lightning wisps powered by Halo’s fear that attacked everything in sight. The wisps fizzled out after a few minutes, but it was this incident that made Halo reluctant towards using their powers. Also doing this sort of combination magic takes a lot out of them and has even almost killed them before 😬

(Another incident is them accidentally combining their sun and moon powers and opening a portal to a realm where they could see a sort of “river” showing every possible future, which causes them to see something they never should have seen- and this kicks off a *cough* VERY important arc in the story- but we’ll worry about that LATER!! everything is FINE I promise 😃)

-Speaking of powers!! They have a few that don’t seem to be connected to any of the circles. Everyone kinda assumes it’s their unique alien powers, but Fripp thinks it has something to do with them possibly being Aideen reborn. These powers aren’t anything super drastic- just levitation, which allows them to float a couple of feet- it’s actually a lil annoying cause they can’t control when they start floating at first- and minor shapeshifting abilities. basically their appearance alters whenever they enter another world- it’s their body’s way of making sure they can adapt well to their surroundings. It’s actually what lets them be somewhat resistant to Pandoria’s unreality- when exposed to cracks or rifts these sort of pink, scale-like patterns will glow on their face, and when they’re actually IN Pandoria these “scales” will cover their whole body, their hair will be tinted purple, and they have very small horns sprout up. They also learn to just shapeshift small parts of their body at will, like they can make their ears look like Fripp’s ears n stuff like that!

-So yeah they lost all their memories after waking up in Jorvik, and they’re just going by “Blake” for most of the story cause it’s just what Alex and Linda decide to call them for now (also cause it’s my name in SSO lol) But the way they actually find out that their real name is Halo is during the Anne rescue! It’s kinda hard to explain sooo here’s a lil sneak peek:

When they break Anne out of the crystal, they run up to her to make sure she’s alright, and they’re like “Are you alright, can you stand, is there anything I can-“

And then Anne lifts her head up, a look of surprise falling over her face as soon as she sees them. They’re about to ask her what’s wrong, until she says:

“Halo? You’re... alive?”

...and I won’t elaborate from there just yet >:)

[embrassemoi]

No Body, No Crime ✁ 1

AU - Y/N L/N is a second-year law student attending Stanford and studying under Professor Aaron Hotchner. Along with his associate attorneys, Ms. L/N is alongside some of the most ambitious and cutthroat law students in the nation. However, her life gets flipped upside down as she’s thrust into a life of murder, sex and lies.

Main Pairing: Spencer Reid x [F]Reader

Content — Mature themes, blood, major and minor character death, violence, angst, triggering themes, bad coping mechanisms, drugs, mental health shit, alcoholism, lots of smut, language, fluff, mystery, thriller, mentions of cheating, canonical typical themes , dark academia vibes, explicit content - read with caution

DISCLAIMER: This story will contain MATURE content. It will include themes such as smut, violence, etc (see content). If you are not 18+ and unable to handle such themes, respectfully, please exit this story. It is not my intention to make readers uncomfortable or trigger them in any way. If you continue to read the story despite the multiple warnings, I am not responsible for any triggers that may pop up.

Also, based off this blurb! 

I am also not a law student, so there is bound to be misinformation!

【 ao3 | Masterlist | Playlist 】

CHAPTER 1: Death and All His Friends

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Blood, she thinks, you never really know how much blood is in a person. Logically, she did know; she had to learn how many pints there were in the human body from med school and the mass amount of profile study cases. From looking at crime scenes, reading textbooks, medical journals and fake charts; blood has never bothered her, if anything, she got used to seeing and being around it.

There are roughly about ten gallons of blood in the average adult, but typically, losing more than forty percent will result in death. That was about two thousand millilitres.

But, you never realize just how much blood a person can hold, not until a human is slaughtered like an animal, eyes glossed over, body turned cold and stiff — splayed out in front of you. It seems like a lot more than what was described.

There’s a saying, bleed like a pig. Well, she understood what it meant now.

God, she sounded like Spencer.

“What are we going to do with the body?”

“Let’s leave it. We need to go back and clean!”

“No, let’s bury it.”

A chuckle of utter disbelief forces its way out of Derek’s mouth in a rush. It’s both strained and ragged and sounds as if he’s about to burst into tears, but the shock and anger seem to immerse deep in his bones and control his actions. His head shakes subconsciously, “You’re — you’re fucking joking, right? It’s the middle of winter! Tell me how the fuck we’re going to bury a body when the soil’s hard?!”  

There’s a collective panicked sigh that goes through the group as the implications finally start to settle in.

“Be any louder!” Emily half-shouts. She paces back and forth, the freshly fallen snow crunches under her shoes as they leave footprints in their wake. Her hands make extravagant hand movements, almost in an attempt to speak with her actions. But, the only thing that has Y/N somewhat grounded is the rusty blood on Emily’s hands. The stark contrast of her pale skin against the deep red does nothing but make bile rush to her throat.

“The body is what gets us caught!” JJ cuts in through her half-sobs.

“The one time it snows in California! Since when do we get snow?!”

Sticky, cold, dry, flakey blood. It brings too much attention to the blood painting her body in a cruel, evil painting. Y/N lifts a shaky hand as she turns to observe the way the pads of her fingers were stained red. Underneath her fingernails, she can see the blood caking, dried underneath and can feel the heavy liquid travelling up her sleeve.

Her fingers pressed together before a hand shoots up, trying to pick off the blood in a hasty attempt.

Everything was uncomfortable — too uncomfortable and it was sticky and disgusting and there was too much happening. Her brain was overstimulated and all she wanted to do was yell or cry or strip herself clean from these heavy clothes, hiding the blood drenching her underneath. A hand went to claw at the fabric — she needed to breathe — she needed air and it was too tight and —

The falling snow had finally come to a stop, the ground becomes muddy, wet snow being tracked all around but aside from that, it’s dry out. Panic is slow seep within her body, only just registering the dull, prickling ache that travels up the side of her right arm. Not to mention the pounding in her skull felt like someone had taken a power tool, drilling a burl hole into the side of her head in hopes of creating a make-shift lobotomy. On instinct, her hand reaches up to her temples, massaging small circles in hopes to find relief.

But then she catches sight of her hand again from her peripheral vision, or rather, it’s as if she can feel it laminating her skin. Blood.

Now there must be smeared streaks of dried blood coating her face. Fuck, now she really feels like throwing up.

A soft wail can be heard in the background somewhere, but it sounds distant and underwater. She thinks it’s JJ. Her high-pitched cries are loud and she thinks that’s Derek’s voice yelling at her and god… it only amplifies her headache.

She needed an aspirin, Advil — maybe Spencer had some.

Her mind wanders back to the group. Emily… Emily — she’s — Y/N doesn’t know where Emily went actually. She could have sworn she was by the trees…

She continued to pick at her skin absentmindedly, and now she couldn’t tell where her blood started and the one that was sprayed onto her ended.

And Spencer, he’s pacing and hadn’t muttered a word since they left Hotch’s house. His body language is closed off, his hand rubbing up and down his arms in either a self-soothing method or because it’s cold out. She assumes it’s the former.

The one time — the one fucking time the asshole is supposed to be smart, his IQ magically drops below zero.

Everyone is arguing and they all hear the faint cheers, laughter, early fireworks and music blaring in the background. The sound of the bonfire crackles in the distance and all she can do is drown it out. She was supposed to be having fun. She should’ve been visiting home, or maybe studying of fucking Spencer, not wearing shoes twice her size, gloves to cover up her fingerprints; not trying to come up with an alibi and there definitely shouldn’t be someone else’s blood clinging to her. She should’ve been anywhere but here. It’s too much.

Lightheaded, Y/N stumbles backwards, supporting herself against a nearby tree. The shadows and black coat camouflaged her, engulfing her into the night and she feels an odd sense of comfort by it. But, it does anything but calms her down as her chest begins to rise rapidly up and down.

Oh god, oh shit, shit, shit! They’re all fucked — she’s fucked. Her DNA is all over the crime scene. The crime scene is on her and probably under the body’s fingernails. There was no way she was getting out of this. It wasn’t even her fault and look where she is.

She should’ve listened to her Grandparents; don’t go to law school, it’ll turn her into something she’s not. Y/N smiles twistedly thinking about it, they were right.

You can’t get away with murder.

Shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

“We need to stop wasting time,” Emily announces, appearing remarkably calm.

“W-we should call the police,” Y/N mumbles in a shaky voice. Her voice hitches and she sucks in a cry.

All of their heads, besides Spencer’s, whip over to her; she’s on the verge of breaking — possibly even running off and going straight to the local police station. Her phone suddenly feels heavy in her pocket.

“What we’re not going to do is that! Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?!” Derek exclaims. His mouth goes to open again before he suddenly halts, looking over to Spencer and shouting. “Ayo, kid-fucking-genius, could you, I don’t know — think?!”

The yelling makes her shrink in on herself. Yes, call the police, turn yourself in. Obstruction of justice; tampering with evidence, manslaughter, attempting to hide a body, invasion of privacy, possible perjury — all this leads to incarceration and more time. Maybe she could even get a deal, say that she was in shock, dealing with PTSD. Immunity! Maybe she could strike herself and Spencer an immunity deal.

God — they killed her. They murdered someone.

Immense guilt bubbles its way through her before she turns to gag on air. Her hands clutches her stomach as she heaves, distantly hearing the arguing background.

“— about Hotch?”

“What about him? He’s going to put us in jail himself. If we’re lucky, he’ll kill us so we can skip a life sentence!”

JJ cries louder. God was she fucking annoying.

“He doesn’t give two shits about her —” “Could everyone just stop for a fucking moment,” a new, irritated voice cuts in. It sounds like it’s been pushed through gritted teeth, muddled by straining and holding back tears. It’s Spencer.

His eyes shut, the palm of his hands pressed harshly on them before rubbing them hard. But, they travel up to his forehead and through his hair, pulling down so hard that Y/N would be surprised if he didn’t already lose a chunk. But within a swift motion, he crouches to the ground in a fetal-like position; the balls of his feet roll back and forth, making his entire body bounce in small rhythms.

He’s having a panic attack, judging by the way his breathing cuts in and out in large volumes, hyperventilation bound to happen soon.

The entire group stays silent before Derek has enough. He walks up to Spencer, a hand clutching his jacket which forces him to stare straight into his eyes.

“Don’t treat him like that,” Emily tries to cut in.

“If you don’t give us something good within the next few seconds, you better pray to god —”

With newfound determination, Spencer meets his eyes with a fiery look, his chest puffed out a bit and his voice is even.

“We burn it.”

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Friday, August 29th, 2003

Palo Alto, California. Apartment 7

Four months before

A clanging sound reverberates throughout the empty hallway for the third time within the last five minutes. Her keys.

An annoyed sigh involuntarily leaves her lips as she struggles to lift the stacks of heavy boxes in her arms. Her attention was drawn to a bulletin board near her door. A missing person’s photo was plastered, marked with an eye-catching red border. Printed underneath a photo of a man in bold letters: George Floyet, twenty-five-year-old student at Palo Alto University. Last seen on July 30th, 2003.

When Y/N L/N was fourteen, she vaguely remembered people asking her where she saw herself in the next ten years. Now standing outside her newly rented apartment, sweating as she juggled a stack of large boxes without tripping — well, she certainly hadn’t thought this.

Life had many ups and downs, as cliche as that sounded. She hadn’t expected to graduate university with an English and Human Physiology degree, nor had she expected into medical school before ultimately deciding to take the LSATs, pursuing a career in law.

Truly, had Y/N used one word to describe her career ambitions at the moment, she’d say she’s pretty fucked and clueless. Although, she’d liked to consider herself fairly motivated, resilient, perhaps even strong-willed and quick on her feet. Scratch that, if anything, the one thing she did pride herself on was her ability to compose herself quickly and the want to overcome fear. It was a motto, of sorts, which she’d been sticking close to: going with the flow.

If anything, those were the attributes that built the foundation of what anyone needed to become a successful lawyer. Yes, that made her situation sound a lot less… pathetic.

But certainly, standing in the middle of a corridor in a shitty apartment with walls too thin to save money on rent, she’d consider herself pretty pathetic.

Oh, the joys of moving.

Just as she felt one of the boxes tipping, the sound of shuffling fills the hallway. A pair of large pale hands come out of nowhere, swiftly catching the stacked cardboard boxes with ease.

When she looked up, she hadn’t quite caught a look at the man in front of her as he bent down to pick up her keys. But when he finally stood straight, eyes locking, she took note of his features

He was tall, much taller than herself and dressed in black slacks and a light lilac dress shirt which was pushed up by the sleeves. He was young, probably the same age as her or younger. He was wide-eyed, almost doe-like and wore a nervous yet seemingly gentle expression.

“Hello,” said the stranger. His hair was rumpled as if he’d just woken up as darken eyebags accentuated his face. His face was sharp, features dark — but in a soft sharp way that made the shape of his nose and lips the most noticeable. Pink lips, a tired look, pretty face.

This stranger was friendly and very attractive. That was her first impression of him.

“Hi,” she replied, a bit breathless from the weight of juggling the boxes. But still, she smiled and her head tilted to the side slightly.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were my new neighbour, I hope you don’t mind me helping, you looked like you needed it,” he says nervously, his extra free hand goes back to rub the back of his neck.

Y/N’s eyes shoot over to the door at the end of the hallway, conveniently next to hers: apartment 8. He must've heard the banging against the doors and walls, and suddenly, she felt guilty. She must’ve woken him up.

“Haha, yeah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

“No! It’s fine.”

Now, both stand there a bit awkwardly before she coughs, which has him nodding and fumbling with her keys in his hand, “Er — I have a couple of minutes before I leave for work, do you still need help?”

“Right, yes!”

Y/N hands him over her other box, her hand taking the keys back as she clicks open her door. The smell of cleaning products filled her nose along with the smell of old books. It’s spacious, considering what she’s paying for it. It’s a flat, aside from the bathroom and kitchen and there’s a small balcony that’s connected with another set of railings outside. The view of green trees and flowers could be seen and suddenly, Y/N considers herself lucky when she’s realized the place she’s snagged.

The man trails behind her, setting the boxes down on the kitchen counter before dusting off any non-existent lint off his pants. His eyes quickly scan the area, in an analytical fashion.

He clears his throat, “Well, it was nice meeting you.”

She nods too, walking back up to her door to lead him out. “Likewise, neighbour.”

This time, a real smile crosses his face before looking down sheepishly, a small tint covering his cheeks. “Please, I’m Doctor Reid — but please, call me Spencer.”

“Doctor?” Her face lights up with curiosity. This man looks as young as her, younger — and she’s only twenty-four.

“Oh, I don’t practice medicine,” he quickly adds. His hands go to fiddle with each other, “I have three PhDs and an IQ of 187,” he explains. However, it’s not in a blatantly rude manner — like he’s trying to flaunt it. If anything, he looks embarrassed. His head drops to look down at his shoes, trying to make himself appear smaller, seeming uncomfortable. But like she said, Y/N likes to believe she’s quick on her feet.

“Well then, Doctor,” she teases, which has him going a deeper shade of pink, “I’m Y/N L/N, I have no PhDs, I used to practice medicine and I have an IQ of — probably a hundred or less.

At this, Spencer visibly relaxes as a deep chuckle makes its way out. He nods again, making his way out the door and does a small wave before disappearing back into his apartment. Y/N leaves her door open, but her back is faced towards it as she hears his door click back open and she feels the vibrations of his door closing before the tapping of his feet becomes more and more distant.

There are a dozen other boxes she ends up hauling in, but she’s noticed that Spencer must have somehow carried a few of the boxes to the top of the stairs rather than just leaving them in the lobby.

As she wipes down the surfaces, music blasting through her earbuds before unboxing her new bed frame, a smirk crosses her face; cheap rent, enrolled at one of the top law schools in the country, has enough money saved for the next few months and a cute, tall, polite and a fucking doctor that just so happens to be her neighbour — damn, Y/N doesn’t mind this at all.

【 Next Chapter 】

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"I'll Always Stay"

Witcher fic. Pre slash Geraskier fic. Rated T and up for minor swearing, blood and gore.

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Geralt and Jaskier get into a fight. Geralt gets injured. Jaskier takes care of him. (Fae Jaskier.)

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It wasn't as though he had never seen Geralt injured; or that he had never stitched torn and bloodied flesh back together, while the witcher sat brooding beside him; or like he hadn't learned all the witchers potions, how to make them, what they do, how and when they should be administered. But this. This was different.

Geralt was unconscious on the ground beside him. He was without armor, and based on the the amount of blood covering pale skin he wasn't sure that he'd even been wearing it when he was attacked. He'd had it when he'd stormed out of camp with a growled, 

"Fuck off." 

The witcher had not gone on a hunt. No, that would have been good. Would have settled Jaskiers heart, if only a little. No, instead he had stalked off into the moonless night because they were fighting and he was done with Jaskier and the conversation. When he hadn't returned by midnight Jaskiers unease grew, blossoming dread in his chest and reaching out with tendrils, spreading to Roach and filling the clearing of their campsite. Setting his jaw and recognizing he was being reckless and quiet foolhardy he started into the darkness. Concern squeezed at his heart and weighed like lead in his chest. The darkness was consuming. 

He was blind in the darkness and it was by sheer luck alone that he found the witcher at all. Or so, he would say. Now he wishes he was closer to camp and that he had brought more than a single vile of Swallow. He glances around the blackened clearing and though his eyes had adjusted a little he can't see anything now. He's far to close to continue using his magic. Blindly he gropes for one of Geralts swords, anything, fear prickling his skin, raising the hair on his neck and arms. If Geralt had been rendered unconscious and bloody than it would be in Jaskiers best sense to run back to camp and stay there. 

With one of the witchers too heavy sword, slick with blood in his hands, he knelt over his friend and listened for too slow breathes, feeling for a too slow pulse. Watching the barely there rise and fall of a bruised and bloodied chest. When he found it he foracably swallowed back his panic, thrusting it from his mind. With shaking hands Jaskier lifted a white clad head into his lap, hair more pink than white.  Finally he pulled the vial of Swallow from his pocket and slowly tipped it into an unresponsive mouth. He brushed his fingers down Geralts throat, coaxing it into contracting and swallowing the potion. It was a slow process. 

A few moments later, Jaskier huffs out a small sigh of relief. Geralt is breathing easier, if only just. There is no way to get the witcher back to camp and it's too dark to see the full extent of injuries, or find his other sword, and let's not forget the creature that was lurking somewhere in the shadows. Without thinking about it he let his magic sleep out around him. That would keep whatever it was away. He swallowed, it was a calculated risk. And perhaps Geralt would be to out of it to notice it in the morning. 

He'd spent so long with humans he'd nearly forgot he had it. Still he dare not use it on Geralt unless there was no other option. That the witcher would notice immediately. So instead he whispers, "I'm sorry." 

Sorry he can't use his very nature to save his friends life. Maybe one day. Sorry for the things he had said. Sorry that Geralt had been injured. Sorry for everything he'd done that annoyed, hurt, or angered the witcher. 

While he waited for the sun to rise, he ran delicate musicians fingers through coarse, sticky hair. Guilt resting around him like a cloak. As the grey light of dawn rose he felt like an idiot forgetting he could have used his magic to take stock of Geralts injuries at the least, he'd already let it lay lazily around the forest floor. Panic had made him fuzzy. Though that too would have been a very calculated risk. If Geralt found out. Well…. Jaskier quiet liked his life as it was. 

The wounds were healing, slowly. Witchers mutations and potion at work. But it wasn't fast enough, congealed red blood oozed from the wounds, even now. hours later. Jaskiers fears to think what would have been if he had waited for the light to go looking. Slowly as not to strain or startle the still unconscious witcher he extricated himself. He hated what he was about to do but it was necessary. He moved quickly, quicker than this form should have moved. He returned to and broke camp quickly and Roach followed him with a soft neigh. 

He turns to her and whispers softly. 

"Don't tell him please." He holds eye contact with her until she snorts into his shoulder. This really shouldn't be a concern right now. But it is. 

When he returned to Geralts side he collected his silver sword, gingerly, and placed it with the steel. He gathered up shredded armor, and for all his vast knowledge of magical creatures, more than he let's on, he has no idea what did this.  He swallowed harshly. This was not good. 

He built a fire and set water to boil. Doing things the mortal way was not his favorite thing. He notes absently that their supplies are running low. He gathers another bottle of Swallow and again coaxes it down Geralts throat. Finished he set about creating a salve or potion. Anything that would help his friend. With the water ready he set about washing away the blood and dirt from the front of Geralts torso. He couldn't reach his back and hoped it wasn't as bad. Although the fact that the injuries were this severe on his stomach was disheartening and highly concerning. 

Really he hadn't meant to make him angry. But he had been cold, wet, hungry and they had been traveling for 3 days straight stopping only for a few hours of sleep. Not a problem if he wasn't hiding what he is from the witcher, remarkably well at that. And Geralt hadn't told him anything. Hadn't said where the were going, what they were doing. And he'd known the moment the words left his mouth, he'd known he had completely and irrevocably fucked up. So he'd spent the next five hours apologizing profusely for his mistake. Saying that he hadn't meant it he'd only been angry. It wasn't true. It was never true. The witcher had decided to set camp and then stormed off into the dark effectively ending the conversation. Uncertain what to do he had tended Roach and the fire. He hadn't even attempted to compose. Then he'd just listened in silence and darkness for Geralt to return thinking about how to make it right. 

Now he was sitting on his knees in the dirt beside his wounded friend who could very well die. He told himself to stop thinking like that.he'd give himself away before he actually let Geralt die. 

He continued peeling back torn remnants of clothing, soaking bits that were stubbornly stuck and then removing them completely. He washed as he went removing dirt and congealed blood with water then antiseptic. He knows it has to sting a ridiculous amount  and is grateful the witcher is still unconscious. 

The cuts are deep. The flesh is torn and ragged like it had been ripped from bone; the cuts were not clean and sliced. They are deep and he pulls back flesh to make sure its clean. Infection has likely already begun to set in. Once he's satisfied that the wounds are as clean as they can be he sets to work stitching the flesh. 

It isn't pretty work. And his stitches, though practiced, are not beautiful against ashen skin. They're uneven and some are a little tight others a little loose. But he's a bard. He is not a surgeon or a seamster. Still it's work that needs to be done so he bites his lip and let's hands accustomed to playing strings guide one through muscle and skin. 

He swallows down bile. Guilt returning as the stitched wounds continue to ooze blood. If only he hadn't riled him up, hadn't let him stalk off into the darkness of night, angry and alone. 

He continues to work with nimble fingers on the skin he can see. At some point he lost track of how many stitches he had run. Finished with the visible portion of Geralts torso he smears a thick salve across it. He can't bandage it now. He has to wait for the witcher to sit up. And he prays to every deity he can think of that he isn't badly injured on his back. He clenches his teeth, bounces his leg, and let his eyes roam over Geralts prone form. "Wake up" he thinks desperate with nervousness. Tears work their way towards his eyes, his throat constricting painfully. 

"Geralt please. I know. I was unkind. I didn't mean it. Truly. I swear it just slipped out. It was a low blow and I knew it would get a reaction. But I didn't mean it. I swear. I am so sorry. Please. Please don't die here Geralt. Don't die. Not yet. Not like this." He whispers leaning back against the tree head titled back silent tears streaking his face. He closes his eyes. He tells himself if there's no improvement by that night, he'll use his magic and hope against all odds the witcher doesn't send him away.  

Until Geralt woke up there was nothing more he could do. He keeps his eyes closed but doesn't sleep. Ears turned to the sound of breathing beside him. Time passes and the sun rises high overhead. A low groan pulls him from his heartache. 

"Geralt?" He pitches forward from the tree and scrambles to push the witcher back down. 

" Geralt! Stop. Dont sit up your injured. Badly." He frowns. The witcher lays back obediantly. Tired eyes scanning his surroundings. He nods and seems to relax. And the dread in the pit of Jaskiers stomach dissipates.

" I tended the injuries I could find." He starts quiet, just barely a whisper and then more confidently. " I'm sorry Geralt. Really. I- I am so sorry." He gets a grunt and the two stare at each other for a while. Geralts features hard, but he must see something in Jaskier that tells him undoubtedly that these words are true, because his brow unpinches and his jaw relaxes. The witcher let's out a long sigh. Then pushes himself up into a sitting position. and Jaskier goes from concerned his friend won't forgive him to concerned his friend is going to run off and never come back and die alone in the woods to hes not moving but now I can see his back, oh God I can see his bakc in the span of a single breath. 

"Your wounds are serious! Geralt you really shouldn't --" 

" Stop, Jaskier. There's a--" 

"Oh yes indeed. Stay put. I'll just grab the supplies." So he gathers up a fresh rag and the water he's kept warm and the salve and bandages. The needle and threading. Finally he settles himself behind Geralt and neither speaks. He hears the witcher inhale against the sting of the antiseptic.

"Two vials of Swallow. One when I found you. One 6 hours later, when I could see to get back to camp." He says dutifully, never looking away from his work. These arn't nearly as bad as the others. He works quickly so he can properly bandage the mess.

"Hand me the bandages." He says pulling the last stitch tight. And Geralt let's out a pained grunt as he reaches for them. Jaskier doesn't hesitate to begin winding them around the witchers torso. Arms bracketing the larger man far to intimately in the process. He pulls them just tightly enough, with well and overly practiced ease. He hesitates, then he moves back to Geralts side. 

He doesn't speak, just breathes. He's said his peace. He doesn't flinch under Geralts scrutiny as the man continues to look at him. 

"Your eyes seem bluer." 

"Crying." He says after a moment of silent panic.

"Hmm…. I'm sorry too." 

And he actually chokes on his own spit. What? He looks at Geralt and stretches a hand out to touch his forehead but the witcher holds eye contact. 

"Well then. I guess were squared away now?"

A nod. "I'm tired Jaskier." The witcher says eyes soft and unfocused as he reaches out a hand to brush fingers against the bards flushed cheek.

"Then sleep, Geralt. I'll stay."

"I'll always stay." 

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Superpower TS Fic Recs

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What You Can Stand by manyfandomsonelog

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary:  Virgil tried so, so hard to avoid becoming a supervillain. He really did. But when your superpower is literally manifesting a person's worst fears, it's a hard thing to avoid. Still, he really, really tried. Even when his own parents feared him. Even when the whole school feared him. Even when he hated himself and his Propensity so much that he wanted to give in. He might've succeeded, if he hadn't met him- Roman Reyes, AKA Roman Spectacular, AKA The Prince, AKA the worst thing that has ever happened to him (which is saying something).

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality 

CW: Psychological stuff, nightmares, bullying, physical harm, spiders, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, brief discussion of racism, self-hatred,  bomb, explosion, blood, injury, bad/abusive parenting, imprisonment, fire,  homophobia, pedophilia mention, discussion of child abuse, evidence of physical abuse, sexual innuendo, anxious thoughts, death, funeral, flashback, reference to sex, fairly aggressive arguing and yelling, public speaking, secondhand embarrassment

My thoughts: My quarantine savior!!! I started the fic like a week into quarantine, so I really mean that literally. The characterization is absolutely fantastic--I love seeing all of them interact. It’s so natural and fun and interesting. The plot is also just wonderful--one thing keeps happening after another and these guys just cannot seem to get a break. The pacing is awesome, and whether it’s a character or plot chapter, you just can’t look away. Log is such a fantastic writer and a wonderful person, so if you like awesome prinxiety, superpowers and secret identities, trust and betrayal, humor and angst, you really need to read this one! 

Rewind by ravenclawicecream 

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: When a group of superheroes show up to kill him, it's just another Wednesday for Virgil Messana. After five years of being on the run, he's used to the idea people want him dead. That fact is just an unfortunate side effect of having the power to destroy everything you touch. What does surprise him, however, is when he finds himself agreeing to join those superheros and become part of the team. It's not long until Virgil learns that all the heroes have chapters of their lives they'd rather keep unpublished, along with events they'd rather not relive. And, as he spends more time with the team, he realizes that he may know certain members much better than he'd originally thought. Virgil longs for a moment to figure everything out but by then it's too late. He's already caught up in a bigger scheme; one where they no longer have the power to control their own destinies. With every movement monitored and every action proven to be calculated, the lines between allies and enemies blur, leaving Virgil caught in between. When the stakes are inevitably raised, the remaining heroes must do all they can to change the future of the world. But time has always been a cruel master, and sometimes the only answer is to rewind.

Relationships: Loceit, Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile

CW: Major Character Death, Murder

My thoughts: Gosh, I wish this one got more love. It’s probably the MCD tag, so understandable, but also take into consideration the time travel tag and perhaps give it a chance? I feel like this fic is setting up for so much, and I cannot wait to see how it all goes down. I have so many questions for this fic which is always a good sign (so many that I may have freaked the author out with my WALL of questions on chapter three don’t worry about it /j). Please. Read. This. 

Powerless by patentpending 

Status: Complete

Summary: “People like us,” Logan had once remarked to Virgil. “Are statistical anomalies.”(Almost) Everyone in the world has powers. As for those who don’t, well, they’re such a small part of the population - only 0.04% - why would anyone care about them?Ever since he realized what people mean when they call him Powerless, Virgil Sanders has tried to fight back against the system that oppresses people like him, Patton, and Logan. When Patton’s bakery is targeted in a hate crime, he finally snaps. With the help of a mysterious sponsor, Virgil becomes a villain, ready to remake a broken society. The only thing standing in his way is the world’s most Powerful (and infuriatingly charming) superhero: The Prince, who is hiding the fact that his gilded life isn’t as perfect as it may seem.

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Roman/Female Fanon Character 

CW: Classism, Unreliable Narrator, Thinly Veiled Criticism of Society,  emetophobia, violence, gun mention,  implied suicide attempt, dub-con, mentions of blood, graphic depictions of a riot, non-graphic description of a wound, possessive and abusive behavior, kid being kicked out of the house by parent, kidnapping, kinda torture (?), body horror, gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, emotional abuse, police brutality, pain and injury, burning building, swearing, vomiting, murder, panic attack, dysphoria, misgendering, minor character death, major character death, self deprecating talk, mentions of suicide

My thoughts: Well, doing a TS superhero rec without Powerless is just treason. I don’t know--I’m trying to figure out a way to describe it and instead launching up to pace around the room with an instant replay of different scenes in my head. I mean, the grocery store chapter?!?! This stuff lives in my head rent free. The characterization, the banter, the tension, the motives--I can’t describe it y’all. Just, if you love yourselves (love yourselves, please <3) then just go read it. Or reread it. Do that for yourselves. 

Waterspout by Greenninjagal

Status: Complete

Summary: "Hail!” The boy says all smug smiles that Virgil immediately hates. “You’re Recluse aren’t you?”As if there was some other spider themed weirdo who clung to buildings in their free time.“No,” Virgil says, because he can. *** Virgil finds himself stuck on the side of a building in a rainstorm and is helped by an annoying-admittedly attractive-guy.

Relationships: Prinxiety

CW: Mild cursing, storms

My thoughts: This one is very cute. Virgil is a spiderman-like hero who went up a waterspout, and down comes some rain trying to wash him out. Roman comes to help, they banter a bit, and, maybe, there’s a little surprise at the end. I would not mind more of this AU. In fact, I would love it. But that should not discount how wonderfully made a oneshot it is either. The author wrote it perfectly for the length it is, presenting the charm of the characters, great plot and symbolism, and left me wanting more at the same time. Definitely go check this one out. 

Technically. It’s A Secret by supervillain 

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: Virgil Storm, the adopted son of a reality TV star with telekinesis was born without a power. That's been a problem for him all his life. His only friend is Patton Vega, his only chance at romance the irritating Cros Corson--until he gets a job at a top-secret facility, playing babysitter to a bunch of kids with dangerous powers and even more dangerous minds. Kids who happen to be exactly his age.Yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake, especially when the enigmatic villain Believe (aka Roman Torres) takes a liking to Virgil. And even worse, when Virgil starts to more than like him back. Pull in some evil mad scientists, a plague created to decimate the world, a murderous villain, an obnoxious stalker, and the greatest Kinetic the world has ever known, and you're in for a hell of a ride.

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality 

CW:  Anxiety attacks, arson, murder, minor character death, blood, spiders, being eaten alive, falling, death, sleeping, fighting, cop mention 

My thoughts: I’m behind on this one, and I wanted to catch up on it before I posted this rec list. Today is the last Friday of the year though, so I decided to just go ahead and do it. I love this fic a ton so far, and I can’t wait to read more. I can tell the author put a lot of thought into writing the world and characters, and that the plot is interesting and deliberate. There’s mysteries unfolding which intrigues me So Bad. It’s a super interesting one, so I’d say go read it!

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Chapter 17 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Emily Fox|~

Charlie has not left my side since Friday and it is now Thursday. Besides splitting up for school, he’s been stuck to my side like superglue. And even during school, he didn’t leave me alone one second by constantly texting me cute messages or hilarious memes to make me smile because according to him, knowing I’m smiling makes him smile. I don’t know how I deserved to meet a guy like Charlie. “Romeo sending you cute texts again?” Madison’s voice makes me jump. “No, he’s sending me hilarious memes,” I show her my phone screen as she sits down at our lunch table, and she cracks up after a few seconds. “He’s been sending me at least one every hour.” “Aah, love language of the modern day,” she sighs dreamily with an amused smile on her face. She then fishes something out of her backpack and hands it to me. A piece of paper with Emily and The Foxes written at the top in cursive. Live at Open Mic Night, and then the address of the Music Store. “I took the liberty to create a flyer for your gig on Saturday. So many people have reacted to your post on Facebook and Instagram.” Madi is way too excited about this. “How many people?” I cringe, not really wanting to know, but I want to be prepared anyway. “A few five hundred.” I gulp loudly. “That’s a lot of people.” Madison gives me a sympathetic look, knowing that would stress me out. “I don’t know if I can perform in front of that many people.” “Emsie, you have a great band that’ll back you up no matter what. You saw what they did last Friday with your song for your uncle Bobby! They were there for you even though you never rehearsed the song. They got you.” Her words do sound reassuring, but it doesn’t calm my heart down enough. “It still makes me want to puke,” I reply with a giggle, and Madison laughs too, if not out of pity. “I did start writing a new song last night with Charlie.” I grab my songbook, open it to the page and hand it over. Madi looks at it for a second. “It’s for Uncle Mitch,” I inform her, but I think she already knows. “This sounds beautiful, I bet you and Charlie have come up with a great melody for it.” “Not yet! We’re going to work on that tonight. Sometimes he comes up with the melody first, but for this one, we wanted the lyrics right before we added the melody or the beat.” “I don’t understand anything about songwriting. But you’re the expert, so,” Madison raises her hands, making me laugh. After lunch, Madi and I head to our lockers where I find Jake leaning against mine. My heart beats faster, but not in a good way, and my hands become clammy, my body freezing entirely. Madison even bumps into me because I’d stopped so abruptly. “Oof, Emily, warn a girl before—” she stops herself when her eyes land on what I’m looking at. I’d told her about what happened at the party last week. “I swear to God…” she grumbles while rolling up the sleeves of her jumper, ready to charge forward. “What are you going to do, Mads? Punch him? Not a great idea,” I tell her in a hushed voice. “We got to do something for what he did to you, Ems! He harassed you!” I glance around to make sure no one heard her angry whispers. “Charlie already punished him enough by nearly punching him. I think he learned his lesson.” A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of Charlie’s dark, angry eyes. “If he learned his lesson, what’s he doing at your locker?!” I shrug, turning back to Jake. “I don’t know, let’s find out.” Madison wants to start arguing, but I’m already charging forward towards Jake. “Can you move, please?” I raise my voice, hoping it’ll give me some power. “Emily, hi,” Jake breathes out in a blind panic. “What do you need?” I ask as he moves out of the way, so I can get into my locker. “I just wanted to check up on you. I know your uncle’s passing was a year ago.” “It was a year ago last week, dumbass,” Madison chimes in angrily. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know,” he stutters, glancing from Madison to me. “Yes, you did, Jake,” I tell him, “You broke up with me exactly a year ago on this day after a week of me not being able to function because of my uncle’s death. You know all-too well.” “Yeah, dumbass!” Madison hypes me up with her interjections. “So, stop bothering me and get back to your girlfriend.” I grab the book I need from my locker, slam it shut and then walk away from Jake with Madison in tow. “I am shaking,” I whisper to Madison and she wraps an arm around me. “That was so good!” she whispers back, and we both head to our next class together. I can’t believe I just stood up to Jake like that. Something in me definitely wanted to punch him, but I kept my cool. I wish I punched him though.

“I nearly punched Jake in the face today,” I tell Charlie when we’re in my bedroom after school. I don’t have a shift today, so Charlie and I decided to chill in my room instead to work on our music. Mitch did have one rule though; leave the door open. “What?!” he asks in a surprised squeak. “Yeah, he was waiting at my locker after lunch, saying he wanted to check up on me because,” I lower my voice for the next part, imitating Jake, “He wanted to check up on me because he knows my uncle’s passing was a year ago today.” Charlie furrows his eyebrows. “Jake sounds more like,” he squeaks out the next words as if his voice hadn’t dropped yet, “I’m checking up on you, Emily, because I am a jerk,” he goes back to his normal voice, “You know, because his balls haven’t dropped yet.” His comment makes me laugh. “Anyway, Madi was there too and she was like ‘It was a year ago last week, dumbass’ and then he stuttered a stupid apology, being like,” I cough and higher my tone, “I didn’t know.” “That’s better,” Charlie comments, plopping down onto his stomach on the bed, propping his head up with his hand, looking up at me. “Thanks,” I say proudly, “And then I was like ‘You did know, Jake. You broke up with me a year ago’, and Madi was like ‘yeah, dumbass!’ and then I went ‘So, stop bothering me and go back to your girlfriend’ and walked away but I so nearly punched him!” “You should’ve punched him,” Charlie agrees with me, and I halt in the middle of my room, right in front of him. He gives me this amused, smug grin, which just makes me proud of myself. His smile then turns to a scowl. “I wish Jeremy would’ve let me punch him.” “What would that solve, big guy?” I squat down to his height, placing my elbows on the bed. “Nothing, I’d just like to punch him.” I smile and plant a kiss to his nose. When I get up again, he captures me by my wrist, stopping me from walking away. “Are you okay? I can imagine seeing him wasn’t amazing after what he did to you.” “I’m fine, I had a minor panic when I saw him at my locker, but I’m fine.” “Come here, let’s cuddle!” He rolls onto his side and pulls me down. “No, Charlie, we have to finish this song!” I object but let him pull me next to him anyways. “Cuddle first, then we’ll work on the song.” We’re facing each other, our foreheads pressed together. His fingers reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear; a habit of his I’ve come to adore. “You’re beautiful, do you know that?” I roll my eyes at his compliment but can’t help the blush appearing on my cheeks. “You’re pretty too,” I reply instead, which makes him frown. “I am not!” He now just looks like an angry puppy. “Yeah, you are,” I tease. Charlie’s mouth drops open, eyes widening, and before I know it, his fingers attack my stomach with tickles, sending me into a laughing frenzy. “No, stop! Stop!” I wheeze out, trying to tear his hands of me. “Char, stop!” He obeys, and as my laughter dies down, I can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at me. A feeling of love and adoration fleets throughout my body, but my brain doesn’t dare to give my lips permission to say those three words at the tip of my tongue. It does, however, give them permission to take away the space between mine and his. “I’m so happy I met you, Em—” I know he nearly calls me ‘Emmy’, but stopped himself before he could. “Like, so happy,” he adds instead and kisses me again. Now I pull away after a few seconds, like I needed his lips to mull this over. “Charlie…” I whisper, combing away strands of hair from his forehead. “Call me Emmy.” His breath hitches in his throat before his lips curl up into the most beautiful smile I ever did see. “I’m so happy I met you, Emmy,” he repeats and then just kisses me again as I relish in the feeling of being able to hear that nickname again from a person I love.

After a cuddle and make-out session of about an hour, Charlie and I detangle – much to both our dismay – and start working on our song for Saturday. The one for Mitch. We’d come up with pretty much everything, it just misses a bridge. “What if we mix the pre-chorus with that second verse?” Charlie suggests, and starts singing. His voice raspy and low. “The times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help Stuck in my head, with nothing left” I join in now, our voices intertwining. “And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark” He smiles at me, “High note, go for it,” he says quickly, leaving the last line to me. “And find the spark,” I hit the high note effortlessly. “Yes!” Charlie exclaims excitedly, “Yo, I got chills, literal chills.” He shows me his arms, filled with goosebumps. “I can’t get over how talented you are, Ems.” He’s careful with the permission of the new nickname, I see. “Same goes for you, Charlie,” I compliment him and peck his lips as a reward of some kind. “Now with some guidance of the guitar, so we can show it to the boys tomorrow?” Charlie nods and grabs the guitar he brought from home or the garage. I haven’t talked to him about home yet. I’m too scared to. We sing it once with the guitar, and then start thinking about other instruments. “Let’s start with a bit of piano?” Charlie suggests, “And just you singing?” I nod my head in agreement. “Drums, electric guitar and bass join in at the chorus, but we don’t sing yet.” I raise my eyebrows at him, not entirely sure about that idea. “It’s your song for your uncle Mitch, Ems,” he reasons, and I can’t argue with him. Not that I don’t want to, but because he simply continues. “I’ll take the second verse?” “And Jeremy and you duet the pre-chorus, and then second chorus is all of us?” I chime in. “And we’ll alternate on the bridge?” Charlie nods his head. “Jere can guide on piano on the bridge.” “And you can hit them high notes during the last chorus when the boys join in again?” “Uhm, yeah, sure,” I reply, unsure about the high notes. I can hit a few, but I think he might overestimate my abilities a little. “This gig is going to be awesome, Emmy!” he exclaims excitedly and jumps up from the bed. “It’s a nice warm-up for my audition in a week,” I tell him absentmindedly as I write down all our ideas in my notebook. “YOUR AUDITION IS IN A WEEK?!” he yells loudly, making me jump. “Yeah, didn’t I tell you? Not this Saturday because Open Mic Night, you know, but the Saturday after that.” I don’t even look up at him until I feel the bed dip down. My eyes glance up at the boy kneeling on the bed in front of me. “You didn’t tell me that. You want me to be there?” He takes my hand in his and presses kisses to my knuckles. “Of course. I doubt I can do it without you supporting me from the sidelines.” His lips curl up until they very nearly reach his ears. “But first, Open Mic Night.” I turn to my songbook again and feel him kiss the top of my head before he gets off the bed again. His excitement is winding him up again, shooting balls of energy through his body until he becomes one. He even radiates that excitement when we have a band rehearsal on Friday when we show the boys the new song. “That sounds awesome, Emily!” Jeremy compliments giddily when we’re done explaining and showing. “Shall we open with that one?” All three of us agree with that idea. Then Charlie kisses me on the cheek when he walks past to grab his guitar. “Then Perfect Harmony?” he suggests, playing the first chords of the song on his acoustic. “I would end with Now or Never,” I chime in with my idea, which everyone agrees to. “Flying Solo third and Finally free straight after?” Owen goes on while I write them all down. “Are we allowed to play five songs?” Jeremy then asks, “I mean, we only played one the last time.” I feel one corner of my mouth tug upwards into a smirk. “I work here, Jere, of course we can.” A giggle eludes from his mouth. I love the boys’ excitement about everything. They often remind me of a huddle of excited puppies or curious squirrels. “Any other song we want to add?” “Ooh!” Charlie exclaims excitedly, “Do you want to do the song you played to that girl?” “Wake Up?” I ask, and he nods vigorously. “I mean, sure, but it’s been a while since I played that and it’s just piano though?” “It could be the song we play to emphasize the Emily in Emily and The Foxes?” Owen suggests, to which Charlie just nods his head again. “I’m not going to sing a song without you guys,” I tell them and move over to the piano. “Then we’ll add some drums and bass,” Jeremy sums up, and Charlie coughs as to tell his buddy not to forget about him, “And guitar.” “I mean… If you guys really want to do that…” “Yes! Babe, that song is amazing!” I’m a bit taken aback by the pet name Charlie uses. He suddenly goes from excited puppy to solemn, shy Charlie I’d seen appear a couple of times the first few days of meeting him. “That’s the song you played when I first laid eyes on you.” While Owen and Jeremy let out an ‘aw’, mostly to tease Charlie, I think, I smile up at Charlie. “It definitely has potential for a good Emily and The Foxes song, I guess?” I play the first few notes on the piano, being reminded of the song I wrote with Uncle Bobby. “And how about that Sirens song?” Owen asks, which makes me stop playing abruptly. “No, we can play Sirens at rehearsals, but not at gigs. I want to keep that song for us,” I answer determinedly. Owen simply nods, understanding what that song means to me. “So, for Saturday it’s Bright - Perfect Harmony – Flying Solo – Finally Free – Wake Up – Now or Never?” Jeremy asks, just for reassurance. “Yes,” Charlie and I say in unison. I’m still a little nervous about Wake Up, but I’m sure we’ll be fine after a couple of rehearsals. We even nailed Flying Solo after rehearsing for an hour and I know Wake Up by heart. “Are we nervous for our first official gig? Because I am,” Owen laughs nervously, wringing his hands. I pat the spot beside me on the bench in front of the piano, which he then takes, sighing nervously. I play a couple of notes, letting the melody flow out into the room. “I’m nervous too,” I tell him softly, “But I know as long as I have you guys, nothing can go wrong because you guys have my backs. Always,” I look up at him, but don’t stop playing. Owen offers me the sweetest smile ever. “We have each other’s backs, always.” He nods his head agreeingly. His arms snake around my waist as he hugs me sideways, and before I know it, Charlie has his arms around my neck and Jeremy’s hugging Owen. “See, I told you,” I whisper to the boy next to me. “We’ll be fine,” Owen reassures himself more than me, but it does work for me too. No matter what happens. We’ll always have each other. We’ll always be more than a band.

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[ambersky0319]

Some random shit cause why not?

Gonna do this organized by pairing so

Creativitwins

When I say creativitwins btw, I mean no romantic relations between these two what so ever, and only mean their sibling relationship. RemRom shippers DNI/Do NOT tag as RemRom

They have a monthly prank war, most of it taking place in the Imagination so they can go all out but sometimes they'll do more harmless pranks on the others in the mind palace

If they have partners, they're best friends with the other person's partner

Ex. Intrulogical and Roceit = Platonic!Logince and Platonic!Dukeceit

Neither of them is King, and King is neither of the twins. It took awhile for everyone in the mind palace to accept this

They celebrate the split together, for awhile it was in secret. They spend the day just at each others sides and its the one day everyone can expect them to get along

They would murder for each other

Very critical of one another's partners if they have them

They both helped in creating the Dragon Witch, and the Dragon Witch has a strong bond with the twins because of this; the Dragon Witch was the last creation they made together before feuds started between them

Remus does very minor things that annoys Roman but Roman can't get mad cause they're really petty things and he hates that Remus knows just how far to push it

They binge movies sometimes, alternating between what each of them likes

They collaborate on fanfics together

Often times it's hurt/comfort fics

Remus is scarily good at writing fluff with very interesting descriptions and Roman's amazing when it comes to angst that can punch you in the gut in so few words

They are the matchmaking royalty of the mind palace, and know within hours when someone develops a crush

They both get very loopy whenever Thomas has a crush, and around 3am if Thomas hasn't gone to bed yet

They get into a l o t of fights, and often say many things they don't mean. They make it up usually but there are some things that were never resolved

Remus taught Roman how to sew, but he's awful at designing himself so Roman helped create Remus's outfit so that it didn't look like a fashion hurricane had wrecked his brother

Sometimes Remus will waltz into Roman's room when Roman is sleeping and just flop onto Roman

On these nights(it's always in the middle of the night) everyone will be woken up by unholy screeches from Roman as Remus refuses to get off him. Except Deceit, who sleeps with headphones on and music blasting cause he knows Remus will do some random loud shit at night and he needs beauty sleep

Both the twins can't recall any memories from King, but they have a journal left by him in the center of the Imagination and sometimes they'll just sit together and go through the entries

At the end of the day they have each other's backs and would do anything to protect the other

Kingceit

This is obviously before the split

King just always felt a certain curiosity when it came to the dishonest side, and Deceit didn't mind Creativity's company

When Virgil first forms they take care of him together

Deceit is tiny and King is pretty tall so King just loves to carry Deceit around and Deceit just lets him after awhile

King loves hearing Deceit sing

King also adores Deceit's scales, and he loves kissing every single one in the morning and seeing Deceit's human side blush

Deceit enjoys hearing King's random stories and ideas, and often helped expand them by asking questions

For a long time Deceit had some control over the Imagination because King gave him that ability, but after the split Deceit left all the control to Remus and Roman

Deceit still can't enter the Imagination after the split occurred, no matter how much the twins beg him to visit and see what they've created

King and Deceit's relationship just kind of works, y'know? And it just sort of happened over time and it just felt right to them

King is not allowed to cook. He does not fight Deceit's decision to ban him from the kitchen, as last time King tried cooking he nearly burned most of the house

King's great at decorating cake tho so Deceit bakes the cake and King gets free reign over how it looks in the end

They go to bed super early and sleep in till around noon, often drifting back and forth between sleep and consciousness

Both are absolute saps when they're tired and say the most cheesy shit to one another

Dukexiety

Late night conspiracies

They actually make a great team when protecting Thomas, none of the other sides realize that a lot of the things that Virgil worries over for Thomas's sake were things suggested by Remus(ex. "What if that guy drugged our drink and we end up being overcome with so much pain that it paralyzes us and we can't call out and he ends up killing us" turns into "hey lets not drink this in case someone messed with it")

Virgil loves listening to Remus's stories, and is often one of the first to read them(after Remus tells him anything that might be triggering so Virgil knows if he could take it or not)

Remus is a cuddle monster but respects when Virgil doesn't want to touch anyone and usually asks if Virgil would rather be alone or if Remus could like, hang out on Virgil's floor for a bit of something

Remus made Virgil's hoodie

They both stay up incredibly late just talking about anything

And they both get up incredibly early

Logan scolds them constantly that they should sleep more

Virgil one time made a playlist for Remus to use when writing and Remus fucking cried while almost squeezing the life out of Virgil in a hug

Virgil's also drawn fan art for Remus's work but never intended to show Remus cause Virgil never thought he was any good

Remus found his sketchbooks one day and tackled Virgil in a hug the next time he saw Virgil

Virgil loves holding hands, so if cuddling is too much they'll just hold hands and sit side by side doing their own thing

Virgil absolutely loves Remus's tentacles, they're incredibly useful and whenever Remus uses them to hug Virgil, Virgil never feels safer

Virgil is strong as hell and just carries Remus bridal style sometimes

Virgil does Remus's makeup

Remus calls Virgil his Scare-bear and his Starshine, Virgil calls Remus his Gremlin and Bastard Husband(Remus grins ear-to-ear at the nicknames)

Also common when they're both sleep deprived and sappy and shit are Hon, Love, Darling, Dearest, Honey-Bear, Light of my life, Night to my day, and Moon to my stars

Intrulogical

They're both enthusiasts of forensic shows and murder mysteries

The show Forensic Files? They binged every episode together. They try to figure out who the culprit was before the episode ends and it's revealed. Remus has been correct 5 more times than Logan, however they both often get it right

Remus is on amazing terms with the Dragon Witch and the Dragon Witch ends up officiating at their wedding

Logan patches up Remus whenever one of Remus's creatures hurt him

Logan will edit all of Remus's works, as well as help develop ideas by giving feedback or ask questions or just listen to Remus ramble

Logan loves Remus rambling and will get comfortable wherever they are cause it can go on for hours

Not that he minds

Remus is Logan's Duke and Logan is Remus's Star

Remus is very easy to fluster

Especially when Logan says he loves Remus. Even after the thousandth time Remus turns crimson

Fucking dramatic these two are with their romantic gestures and yet still somehow keep their relationship hidden for years

Remus loves Logan's room cause it's actually very calming and it's filled with a bunch of soft chairs, piles of pillows and blankets, and an air mattress in the corner if anyone wants to sleep in Logan's room for the night

Logan was shocked that Remus's room was actually pretty organized. Still messy, but you could definitely find anything you needed by just glancing around

They both enthuse about space

Remus created a constellation in the Imagination and named it Logan

He also regularly creates new constellations there so Logan can find them and name them

Logan definitely writes fanfics based on Remus's stories

Remus breaks down the first time Logan says he loves Remus, and the night ends with him holding Remus close and uttering the words softly over and over

Remus loves hearing Logan read and sometimes if Remus can't sleep Logan will just read to him

Anxceit

Virgil and Deceit have many debates, they're friendly though and they both agree before the debates that they'll keep it friendly

Deceit's great at getting Virgil out of a panic or anxiety attack

Deceit uses all six of his arms when cuddling Virgil, playing with Virgil's hair or hands and holding him around the waist or stomach

They bake together a lot. Virgil has a massive sweet tooth

Will stab a bitch if you hurt the other

Virgil really loves to paint Deceit's nails

He also sometimes uses makeup to cover up Deceit's scales when Deceit gets really self conscious about them. Once the makeup comes off though Virgil will pepper kisses over the scales and run his fingers over them lightly and tell Deceit how gorgeous he looks

On the flip side Deceit loves his scales and so does Virgil cause they glimmer in the light

Virgil adores drawing Deceit

They do holidays in an anti way and do the opposite of everything you're supposed to do

They just sort of had an agreement that they'd get married and then they did, no big wedding or anything

Everyone was shook when they learned that the two were together, more so married

Both love cuddling and hold each other whenever. But they still have their different rooms cause sometimes you need a break y'know?

Sometimes they'll sit together in relative silence doing their own thing but like, leaning against one another lightly as they do it

Deceit monitors Virgil's coffee intake

[jwillowwolf]

Magic and Miracles - Chapter 9

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 9!

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Summary: “What in Hades happened to you guys?” Remy exclaimed when he saw them appear.

“We fought that giant mole thing guarding the fruit,” Roman answered.

“You what?”

Warning/s: food mention, minor violence.

Characters: Logan, Virgil, OCs, Roman, Remy, Remus, Patton, Janus.

Tag List: @theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

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9 | The After Party

“I think we’re cursed,” Virgil stated as he eyed the giant mole.

The group had not been expecting anything to be inside of the cave, apart from of course the unique underground tree that grew the fruit Remy sent them for. So when they came face to face with a giant mole monster, Roman appropriately began freaking out and would have screamed at the top of his lungs if Janus hadn’t covered his mouth to silence him, because they did not need to be seen or heard by that thing.

And when I say giant mole, I mean giant mole, like whale-sized giant mole. Have I mentioned this is a giant mole enough? I should probably get back to the story...

“Merciful Gods, that thing is huge. What the hel do we do?” Willow asked in a panicked whisper. “There’s no other way through to the fruit.”

“Remy expects us to face that thing? Is he mad?” Remus asked.

Logan felt he half agreed with the question because honestly, this creature looked like a lot for seven teens to handle by themselves.

“Maybe it’s friendly?” Patton suggested.

“Well, average-sized moles are carnivorous, so I doubt a giant one would have a much different appetite…” Logan stated.

“There goes that hope,” Virgil muttered. “There must be another way through.”

“There really isn’t. This is the cave that Remy marked for us, and there’s no back doorway to that tree, and we even can’t go back the way we came to check if there is” Janus said.

Virgil sighed. “We’ll have to fight it then.”

“I’m sorry, but can you see the size of that thing? It’ll squash us like pests.” Willow whisper shouted.

“There are seven of us and one of them. Besides, Remy wouldn’t have us fight something he wasn’t sure we could takedown.” Virgil declared. “Come on guys, we have literal magic on our sides.”

“How do we know it isn’t magical itself?” Remus asked.

“Stat Check,” Logan said. “It could probably give us a good reading on this creature.”

Willow shrugged. “Better than running in blind, I guess.”

Logan pointed his wrist at the animal and whispered the spell, which created a small screen of light that it thankfully didn’t seem to notice.

Unknown

Titles: Killer Mole, Mountain Mole

HP: 100 - Full

Skills: Echolocation, Poison.

“Killer Mole, what a friendly name,” Roman snarked, finally free from Janus’s silencing hand.

“It doesn’t have any magical skills, so that means it probably has no magical defence, and since it uses echolocation, I think it’s safe to assume that it has poor sight,” Logan said.

“We’ll need to keep an eye out for whatever poison it has though,” Janus pointed out.

“Alright. The best approach would probably be a spell to immobilize it. Something that could maybe cause confusion.” Virgil suggested.

Remus lit up. “Ooh, I know just the spell!”

“Remus wait-”

Before anyone could do anything to stop him, Remus lept out from their hiding place and cast his spell. It was a wind spell that made an annoying ping sound echo around the cave. Everyone winced at the sound, including the mole, who had been very much caught off guard. It began to run around and stomp and grunt like it was seeking out the sound’s source to destroy it.

This however caused rocks to fall from the cave ceiling and nearly crush the group. Which of course led to the teens screaming and running around, doing their best to avoid falling rocks and the giant mole. Willow tried to cast an animal communication spell, but their attempts to calm the creature were useless.

"Make the pinging stop Remus!" Patton yelled.

"Right, uh, I'm not very great with reversing spells…"

"Well someone needs to do something or we're doomed!" Willow screamed.

Logan quickly cast a reversal spell to silence the pinging, but that did nothing to stop the mole's rampage.

"Guys it knows we're here and is not happy!" Willow stated.

"What if we explained we mean no harm?" Patton asked.

"I don't think it will believe us after Remus's little stunt," Roman said.

"Run!" Willow yelled as the mole charged them.

Janus shouted some colourful words as he barely dodged another fallen boulder. "We need to stop it!"

Patton tried using an ice spell, but couldn't manage to properly aim while he and the creature were running. "We can't use magic on it directly while it's moving like this."

"Remus, do something about the roof!" Virgil yelled.

"What?"

"You're the one with proficiency in rock type magic, do something!"

"Oh, right!" Remus cast a spell to strengthen the cave ceiling. "This should stop anything more from falling but I'm low on MP!"

"Don't use any more magic then. Patton, get the stupid fruit, Willow how do we take this thing down?" Virgil questioned.

"While I hate to admit it, nothing but brute force is going to stop it. It's out for blood." Willow answered.

“Will our weapons even make a dent?" Roman asked.

"Only one way to find out!" Janus said as he charged at one of the beast's ankles with his staff magically set ablaze.

Roman ran at another ankle with his katana drawn and Remus went for a third leg with his morning star while Willow shifted into their wolf form to attack the fourth leg. Meanwhile, Logan and Virgil charged at its middle from either side. The mole let out a nightmare-inducing scream as it was attacked from all angles.

“HP?” Virgil asked.

“Sixty-two left!” Logan answered.

The mole tried to stomp on Remus but Janus managed to push her out of the way just in time. Roman took another swing at the creature’s back leg, causing it to let out another scream and run forwards.

“I have the fruit!” Patton yelled.

“Look out!” Roman screamed, seeing that the mole was headed for him.

Patton squeaked and ran back up into the tree.

“Everyone, do another rush attack!” Virgil commanded.

The group once again ran at the mole from different angles. The creature screamed as each weapon made contact. Patton chose this moment to take aim at the animal and managed to hit it with a sleeping spell that instantly caused it to fall unconscious.

Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. Patton jumped down from the tree and ran over to Remus to give him a big hug.

“Never, ever, do that again, please?”

“Pat, I swear to you if I ever see a giant mole again, I will simply run the other way.”

“What do we do with it?” Roman asked.

“Leave it? It’s asleep, not dead,” Janus pointed out.

“It’s only at twenty-three HP,” Logan declared. “And we honestly have no idea if it would have attacked us if it weren’t for the panic Remus’s sound spell caused.”

Remus awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that, everyone.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” Virgil replied. “I think we should at least heal it though. As a sort of sorry for ruining its day and nearly killing it.”

Willow nodded agreeingly. “That’s probably the least we could do…”

“I’ll heal it. Could one of you open a portal back to the manor, so we can get out quickly once the spell is complete though? I don’t know if it’ll wake up and try to kill us again,” Virgil said.

Janus nodded and cast the portal spell for seven entities while Virgil did his healing spell. Once the group crossed through the portal into the familiar manor garden, they all collapsed with exhaustion.

“What in Hades happened to you guys?” Remy exclaimed when he saw them appear.

“We fought that giant mole thing guarding the fruit,” Roman answered.

“You what?”

“Fought the-”

“I heard you the first time, kid, but there is no giant mole in that cave. I checked it out last week to be sure that she’d migrated already.”

“Well, she must have been out for lunch or something when you dropped by. Because we all just barely escaped her,” Janus stated.

The colour suddenly drained from Remy’s face. “Oh f- are you all okay? Did she injure you? You didn’t get hurt badly, right?”

“No, we actually almost killed her after Remus sent her into a panic and we had to fight her because she was out to kill us,” Willow answered.

“Oh my- wait, you all nearly killed her?”

“Yep.”

“How in Hades did you manage that?”

“Teamwork and the collective will to live,” Virgil answered.

“...You kids are going to be the death of me.”

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That evening, just as they had been promised, the class had themselves a party to celebrate their success. The dining room was decorated with brightly coloured floating orbs that gave the room a festive appearance, and the table held a banquet fit for royalty, including some fabulous pastries from the bakery.

Emile and Everleigh had come up from town and listened eagerly as the group retold everything that had happened. When they got to the part about the giant mole, Emile turned to Remy and gave him a stern lecture.

"You said they'd be safe."

"I thought the guardian had migrated! Besides, it's not my fault they were reckless enough to take it on instead of calling for adult assistance."

"You did tell us only to summon you if we had an emergency," Roman pointed out.

Everleigh raised an eyebrow. "You guys don't think being almost killed by a giant mole, counts as an emergency?"

"Well, we all were trying to just stay alive, so the idea we could call for help didn't really come to mind," Willow answered sheepishly.

Apart from that, the night was full of fun and laughter. Once the group had finished their meal, they went to one of the sitting rooms and continued their light-hearted conversation there. At some point, Emile and Remy went off to get some drinks for everyone, so the kids were left alone.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” Everleigh suggested.

Remus nodded vigorously. “Ooh, yes! Roman, Truth or Dare?”

“I didn’t even agree to play yet.”

“Yeah, but you love this game.”

“...Truth.”

“When was the last time you wet the bed?”

Roman blushed. “I have never wet the bed.”

“Really, I could have sworn you did this morning.”

“You dumped water on me, that isn’t the same thing!” Roman rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Patton, truth or dare.”

“Hmm, truth?”

“Who was your first kiss?”

“Me,” Remus said at the same time Patton replied, “Ummm…”

“Wait, I wasn’t your first kiss?”

“Well… you know the story where a princess kisses a frog and he turns into a prince.”

“Yeah.”

“So, my mom told me and Morgan that story, and then Morgan dared me to kiss a frog.”

“Oh… was it a good kiss?”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “It was a frog.”

Remus rolled her eyes. “I know that, but it’s not the answer to my question.”

“I was like eight, so I don’t remember. It didn’t turn into a prince though. Willow, truth or dare?”

“Um, dare.”

“I dare you to give me a hug.”

“Aw, sure Pat!” Willow got up and gave Patton a quick hug. “Janus, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Willow smirked. “I dare you to kiss Roman’s cheek.”

Janus and Roman both blushed while Remus went “Oooooh!”

Janus turned to Roman. “Do you mind?”

“Uh, nope. Not at all.” Roman said as calmly as he could, but failing to keep his voice from cracking at the end.

Janus kissed his cheek and Remus cheered. “They did it!”

Janus rolled his eyes. “Virgil, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Janus smirked. “Okay. What really happened between you and Logan when you got ‘lost in the woods’?”

“Um, nothing. We just got lost.”

“I can tell you’re lying~”

Logan huffed. “For the last time, Janus, nothing happened.”

“You’re both lying. Come on guys, we’re your friends!”

“Then why don’t you believe us?”

“Because something happened and we can all tell you’re trying to hide it,” Remus answered.

Virgil turned to Logan with a confused expression. “Do you have any idea what they believe happened?”

“Well, the short version is, they think we went off to make out.”

Virgil turned bright red. “What? I- You- We- no, no, nooo.”

“He’s getting flustered! It’s true!” Remus declared.

Roman objected. “That doesn’t prove anything.”

Logan nodded. “Thank you, Roman.”

“Obviously making out would have been going too fast. They just shared their first kiss.”

“Un-thank you, Roman.”

“Uh, shouldn’t we carry on with the game?” Patton suggested.

“Hmm, I think this is a bit more entertaining.” Everleigh giggled.

Logan gave her a look of betrayal. “Et tu Everleigh?”

“Logan, I grew up with you, I definitely know when you’re lying.”

Willow sighed. “Please just tell them before they all drive me crazy with their betting?”

“Betting?” Virgil squeaked.

“Janus has bet that you’re both together already and in a… close relationship. Roman thinks you’re taking things slow. Everleigh thinks at least one of you believes you’re together while the other is oblivious and pining. Patton thinks you at the very least confessed and Remus thinks you’re at least intimate.”

Logan gaped. “What the heck! How much do you guys think about this?”

Remus shrugged. “Often enough to form a Fanclub.”

“Oh my gods.”

“You formed a Fanclub?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah. Remy’s the chairman and Mr Picani is even a member.” Remus declared.

“You recruited Remy?!”

Willow shrugged. “If anything, he recruited us.”

Everleigh nodded. “I don’t even see you guys that often, but it’s super obvious with how you gravitate towards each other.”

“We don’t.”

“You’re literally sitting beside each other right now.” Janus pointed out with a smirk.

“Okay, you know what. You want the truth?” Virgil asked. “We were kidnapped by pixies.”

...silence…

Roman scoffed. “That is the worst lie I’ve heard yet.”

“Actually, he’s telling the truth,” Janus declared.

...silence; the sequel…

“How the f-”

I will save you the boring details of the explanation that followed, but to put it in a nutshell: Virgil explained what actually happened + how his parents met and all that, and now everyone is just sitting in silence again.

“...so, you didn’t kiss?” Remus asked.

“I told you so!” Logan huffed.

“Not even after that? You guys are together like all the time,” Janus stated.

“No, we aren’t.”

“Just last night, while everyone was sitting around the campfire, you two sat off to the side on a log of your own.”

“Actually, Virgil was comforting me because... well, I was worried about what will happen to our friend group after the test.”

“Oh…”

“Well, I would hope we keep in touch.” Roman declared. “You guys are the best friends I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah. I can’t even imagine having to go back to my hometown. I mean, sure, I miss my family, but you guys… you’ve sort of become like my second family.”

Willow smiled. “Aw, Pat, that’s so sweet. I know I’ve got a whole pack to get back to, but I can’t imagine not spending every day with you guys, learning spells and trying to get out of trouble.”

Janus laughed. “I like how you said getting out of trouble instead of trying to avoid it.”

“Well, duh, we’re stupid reckless. Especially me!” Remus declared, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though, it won’t be that hard to keep in touch, I think. We can teleport to each other whenever we want.”

“True. plus we still have our book club meetings if you guys want to continue those.” Everleigh said.

“Of course! We have to keep those up.” Patton stated. “And we can even go on our own real-life adventures all together!”

“Yeah, we can form an adventurers party. We’ll call ourselves the Great Eight.”

“No offence Roman, but I don’t think that name works,” Janus said.

Roman shrugged. “We can choose a different one then. Hmm, the Magnificent Eight.”

“Does eight have to be in the name?” Everleigh asked.

“We could just go be, the Magnificent,” Patton suggested.

Virgil shook his head. “That sounds like it’s just one person. If we’re going with a team name, it needs to be something that defines us all.”

“The sides?” Remus proposed.

Janus tilted their head to the side. “How does that work?”

“I don’t know. It just felt familiar…”

“Maybe it’s something weird from a past life,” Roman suggested.

“What was I? Half of a coin?”

“Part of a person maybe? Like, a facet of someone’s personality,” Willow thought aloud. “Nah, that sounds totally crazy.”

“We are great, but it’s spelt G-R-8.” Patton proposed.

Willow frowned. “Why would we say we are G-R-ate? Like we’ve eaten already? Or we’ve... been... eaten?”

“No, like the number eight.”

“Eight days a week.” Everleigh put forth.

“There are only seven days of a week.” logan pointed out.

“The 8th wonder of the world!” Remus suggested.

Roman frowned. “What are the other seven wonders?”

“The octave…? Like a sequence of eight notes.”

“Did you just make a pun?” Patton grinned at Logan.

“...No.”

“Party of Eight?” Janus offered.

Virgil shrugged. “That seems a bit on the nose.”

“Family of Eight?” Patton recommended.

“Again, too direct.”

“The eight musketeers~!” Roman sang.

Logan frowned. “What’s a musketeer?”

“How about we don’t choose a name yet. The greatest heroes didn’t have any titles until they earned them.” Everleigh pointed out.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They didn’t need to give themselves a name. They would earn that later on. For now, they were eight friends, just having fun together. They didn’t have to think about their future plans just yet; they had to all get through the magic license test first anyway. In the end, they were just happy that they’d settled on one thing.

Staying together.

The very next moment, however, everything would change. They didn’t know it yet but their group would earn their name sooner than later. And it started when Remy and Emile walked into the room.

“Remy? What’s wrong?” Virgil asked, noting the man’s forlorn expression.

“Virgil…”

“Remy, you’re freaking me out. What happened?”

"...Thomas and Nico have been kidnapped."

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'll be posting two chapters a day until the full fic is up, so if you want to be tagged, you can just ask.

I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

Pt1 (HERE)

Pt2

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Loop #82

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Aizawa blinked sluggishly as he pulled his head from his podium and gazed across the classroom with critical eyes. The entire class appeared to slowly be waking up, some at their desks, some from the positions on the floor that they had collapsed into when their sudden lapse of consciousness hit.

Now, Normally, Aizawa would be on high alert in a situation like this, especially on the first day with his new first years, but this was different.

“I get to start with you guys this time,” Shinso piped up, staggering to his feet from where he had been laying in front of Momo’s desk, “Look like all 20 of us are here so no Gen Ed to worry about, or trying to hide anything from someone.”

“That’s a relief,” Mina sighed leaned back, in her seat, “Last time it was such a pain trying to act surprised at the LOV crashing things for Mei’s sake.”

“Momo,” Aizawa cut in, “If you will.”

The girl simply nodded and turned her back to the class as Sato and Shoji moved to stand with their backs to her, blocking her from view entirely as she pulled her shirt up and created the usual items, a large collapsible whiteboard and an array of colorful markers.

Deku silently handed her his lunch in exchange for the items as he and Iida quickly set up the offered materials.

“We all know the rules,” Iida started, writing a large 82 at the top of the board and quickly listing off the rules below, “but I’ll restate them anyways if you would like to complain about this take it up with Sero who forgot to inform us that he was a descendent of All for One in Loop #24 and ended up leaving the LOV quirkless after they tried to kidnap Denki.”

Aizawa simply zoned out at this point, knowing he’d be called in to inform the room of the changes he could recall at the end. It was ritual at this point, though they still could not figure out why they were looping.

When they had first started no one had said anything. Confused past their limits on why they felt like they were doing everything over again, trying hard not to change anything. It wasn’t until the third loop did they realize that while the rest of the world seemed to run as it always did, the nineteen teens and teacher were reliving the years the hero’s spent at high school over and over again.

Mineta seemed to be the only student in 1-A not to remember their previous loops, which made it easier kicking that annoying little grape to the curb the second he could justify it. Luckily during the third loop, Midoriya outshone his original first assessment making it easy for Aizawa to expel the lowest ranking member of their class. When Shinsou had made it into their class before the Sports festival that loop the boy had looked nearly sick.

On the fourth loop, they realized why when he was placed directly into their class at the beginning of the year and he nearly had a panic attack. Not that they could blame him, they had all gone through a similar fate earlier in the loops. Since then they rarely saw Mineta, but having the exact same class every time was never a guarantee.

In fact, there seemed to be very little rules to this whole looping business they have found themselves in.

The class was often the 20 that they had currently, but not always, sometimes having one or more of them fighting out from the Gen Ed classes, or even having another student placed with them.

They were often awoken on the first day before the first Quirk Assessment, but sometimes they wake up earlier, though rarely do they wake up after the assessment. While they had awoken as early as Aizawa’s third year in UA, leaving all of the students forced to grow up from age two with teenage memories, the latest they had ever woken up was after Deku and Bakugo’s first fight.

They almost always were planning their respective roles as students and teachers in UA training to be heroes, quirks, and appearances intact, but every once in a while…

“The Bakusquad have all switched quirks,” Mina called once the rules were listed, “I have Electrification, Denki got Hardening, Katsuki got Acid, Hanta got Explosion and Eijiro got Tape.”

Tenya nodded, “I believe that the Dekusquad is the same, with the exceptions of Tsu and Izuku, seeing as I have zero gravity.  Shoto and Ochaco?”

“Endeavor was very mad when my exhaust pipes popped out,” The still split haired boy said with a slight grin, “He was sure I’d be his perfect child with my appearance.”

“How pissed is he going to be when I use Half-Cold Half-Hot during the SPorts festival?” Ochaco asked, letting ice and fire form on her hands, curiously on the opposite sides to Shoto.

“Enough that we’ll want all the pictures,” Izuku chimed in, “I still have One for All, so no need to worry about that. Anyone else switch?”

Turns out that yes, this was a quirk shuffling loop. Shinsou, Kyoka, Ojiro, Momo, Toru, and Sato all kept their quirks the same, but while Koda and Shoji had kept their appearances, the tall boy now possessed Anivoice while the shy boy could transform all his limbs and even spout additional limbs if he wished.

The other switch that made the entire class start laughing however was when Dark Shadow made an appearance, only for the source not to be the blushing emo bird-like they all expected.

No, the shadow appeared from Yuga, the boy still twinkling with mirth as Fumikage mumbled the confirmation that he possessed Navel Laser.

Slowly the entire classroom came back to each other, after all this wasn’t the oddest thing they’ve had to deal with during the loops. No other relevant information surfaced, as the students voiced other minor changes they could remember.

Finally, they turned to Aizawa with a single question on their mind. He decided to draw it out some.

“Seems like I’m dating Tensei this time,” He hummed, “I also have a ring stashed away, but worried it would be weird to propose with Tenya in my class.”

Iida snorted, “Interesting, We’ll talk about how to ask him later. Now answer the question, sensei.”

“What question?”

“Oh come on Sensei,” Denki groaned, “Do you still have erasure?”

“Ah,” He hummed, scratching his cheek in thought, “Nope,”

Before his students could start pestering further, the door swung open and All Might popped in, “I AM HERE!”

“Yagi!” The teens cheered as the hero powered down, his thousand-watt smile not dimming in the slightest.

The skeleton of a man had apparently been looping with them from the start, even though it took them much longer to notice then it probably should have, even if the kind man had forgiven them entirely too easy for leaving him on his own until they all noticed in the twelfth loop. Now he was practically Aizawa’s co-homeroom teacher, encouraging all of the students to call him Toshinori, though they usually stuck to his family name as they did with Aizawa.

Izuku squinted at him, always the first to notice the difference with the older man, “You’re not quirkless.”

Heads snapped up as the blond man let out a full belly laugh, “Nope, it looks like the previous users shuffled quirks around a tiny bit, my boy.”

“Neat,” Aizawa said from behind the current #1. The man yelped, coughing blood slightly making the excited whispers from the students cease as they slowly turned back to where Aizawa still leaned against the podium on the other side of the room.

“Oh shit,” Shinsou mumbled, only to jump as another copy appears behind him, smacking the back of his head lightly.

“Language.”

“Copy,” Iida hummed, jotting it down, “Though it seems to work different then Ectoplasm’s clones. Anything else we should know?”  

One copy of the homeroom teacher shrugged, “Hizashi named me Agent Emulation this time.”

The one still leaning on the podium gave a slight smile, “I like Eraserhead better, but oh well.”

“Oh you’ve almost finished,” Toshinori said reading over the list, “This should be an interesting loop.”

“Just need your contribution, Toshi,” The clone next to All Might hummed, “So which of the six or seven quirks do you have on top of One for All?”

Instead of answering, the blond wrapped an arm around the clone and started floating towards the ceiling, earning a startled yelp as the Aizawa wrapped around him in shock.

Midoriya smiled sadly at the display, “Float, Nana’s quirk.”

After so many loops, there wasn’t much the group didn’t know about each other, so no one commented on the late-mentor, as Yagi slowly sank back to the floor with a chuckle as the clone dissipated in his grip with Aizawa pouting at the front of the room.

“Anything else to add?” he grumbled with no real heat.

“Oh!” Yagi said as if remembering, “I’m married in this go around!”

“Ooooh,” Toru cooed, “Who is it? Is it David or Tsukauchi this time?”

Yagi laughed a little uncomfortably, “Actually it’s Atsuhiro Sako, better known as Mr. Compass. It seems neither one of us is aware of the others… activities.”

“WHAT!?”

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So this is just a fun little story I’m gonna have fun with. Each chapter will be a loop or multiple loops exploring similar topics and just being all around fun and slightly cracky. 

Feel free to suggest an idea if you have one!