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silent-raven13 · 3 months ago

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And nothing can go wrong!

Miles looking annoyed at his boyfriend, "You really think this is funny?"

"No, well... it's nothing bad." Hobie jokes.

"Seriously?"

Gwen and Pavitr look at the two back and forth seeing the tension rising on their friends. Hobie sighs, "Calm down, Miles. It's nothing serious."

"Don't tell me to calm down! You think it was better for you to lead the mission than me! I worked so hard to prove myself and you snatched under my nose." Miles fuming with anger. The gang came back from one of the most difficult missions they had in a while.

Miles had spend years working and proving himself into taking one shot of leading a mission. He finally had the okay from Miguel, only when his boyfriend decided to take over. Turns out, Miguel had asked Hobie first before the punker dismissed it, so the old Spider-man decided to ask Miles to lead it. Only when Hobie found out how dangerous the mission was, he decided to go behind Miles' back and talked to Miguel about having him in charged instead of Miles.

In the end, Miguel told Miles that he gave the lead to Hobie with Jess' and Peter's approval. It got Miles filled with so much anger, until Hobie calms him down. Only after the mission, Ben slip up and told Miles through the intercom about Hobie talked to Miguel about it. Let's say the aftermath wasn't pretty, and the mission became successful.

Now the Spider-gang were at Hobie's boathouse. Miles removing his Spider-man mask to show his face, and Hobie having his mask off having to lean against the mast of his ship. "Not that serious? Not that serious! I worked so hard to finally have the lead, only for you to be asked first and, by the way, you not telling me in the first place and now when I had it, YOU went behind my back." Miles felt hurt almost crying. He's twenty one years old at this point, he worked so hard to finally be in charge for once.

So many days, he spend trying to prove himself, to overcome his anxiety, his fear of leadership. Now, that he had the chance of proving himself, he can be a leader- his boyfriend took it. "How can I trust you?" Miles finally asked.

Hobie crossed his arms with a small nod, "Sunflower, how about we go to bed?" He asked.

Gwen and Pavitr sharply inhale not dare to speak. Miles stood at his boyfriend, "Are you fucking kidding me? You think all of this is a joke?"

"No, not anymore, luv. Look, how about," The punker is trying hard to avoid this, he clasps his hands together and rub them, "we have a nice cup of tea? Look, I got the kettle on low, I'll pour you a nice Earl gray. Anyone wants any?" He asked his friends, who nodded being awkward.

Miles glares at his friends who avoided eye contact, then he glares at his boyfriend who already walking inside his boathouse to get tea ready. "HOBIE! I'm not done with you." Miles follow his boyfriend, "I'm talking to you!"

Gwen and Pavitr follows the two in a hurry. Hobie being busy pouring three cups of warm tea. Hobie said, "Hush, luv. it's tea time. You need to calm down."

Miles stood at his partner being dumbfounded. "Hobie, I'm not calm because you lied to me." He saw his boyfriend quickly slamming cabinets and humming out loud, "I'm talking to you, you jerk! Why are you ignoring me?"

"Sorry, luv. I just... look how about we take a moment to sip some of my special Hobart Brown's tea! Best in London!" Hobie got their teas ready and passed them all to his friends and partner.

Miles held the cup of tea seeing how Hobie gave him a small smile. Gwen took a sip, while Pavitr mutters, "Pretty good tea, my dude. Heh."

"Yeah, good tea..." Gwen agreed in a quiet voice.

Somehow that made Miles more pissed off when his boyfriend said, "You know, I put my own spin on it. A little bit of this and that..." Hobie casually said avoiding his conversation with his partner. "Sunflower, what do you think? You always luv my tea.... Sunflower?"

Miles quickly walk out of the room to the outside boat. His boyfriend and friends follow him. When the twenty one year old finally turned to face his partner, his eyes teary filled with anger and hurt. Then, he dumps the tea off the boat into the river, which got Pavitr and Gwen to gasp out loud, "Miles, nooo."

"That's what I think of your tea." Miles finally said with his arms crossed still holding the cup. He sniffs while wiping off his tears trying to maintain calm.

Hobie gulps a bit then finally said in a serious tone, "Okay, you wanna talk. Let's talk."

His Sunflower waited for him to continued. "I... I didn't think you were ready." Hobie finally said.

"What?" Miles asked in disbelief.

Gwen and Pavitr hugging each other being in shocked. "What!" They both get a big mouthed and squeak voiced with their surprised expression on their faces.

Hobie looks up at the sky then sighs, "I didn't think you were ready. Happy now?" He shrugs.

"What do you mean by that? I was so ready for-" Hobie shook his head, "You weren't tho."

"Yes, I was. I made plans, I study the mission, our goal- I even wrote down cards and look through the weaknesses of our enemies and-" Hobie speaking over him, "You weren't ready, Sunflower! You miss many important points. You were too busy tryin' to look good instead of the actually mission!"

"I wasn't doing it to look good. I had written everything down."

"You didn't think of the group. The gang, you didn't think of you. That's where everything went wrong. The moment you told me about the missions' plan, your plan, you left out you!" Hobie finally jab his finger into his boyfriend's chest, his own eyes teary, "You think I would be okay with that? Remember when I asked you about you leading the mission, you said you were ready for anything to the point of sacrificing yourself."

"Yeah, but i didn't mean right away. A good Spider-man should be able to-" Hobie cut him off, "Oh yea? You think that's what a hero should do? Sacrifice himself for a bloody mission? You are willing to sacrifice and leave me alone? Because that's how I see it. Face it, Sunflower. You aren't ready. You're so busy trying to prove yourself to the point of death is revolting! I won't have it." Hobie was about to turn his back away from Miles until he said, "And another thing, I don't regret going behind yer back if it means you being here alive with me, and not doing something stupid. I don't care if your mad at me, you can through my damn tea into the bloody river- at the end of the day you are here with me." He held his boyfriend's hands finally facing him. "You are here with me, Sunflower."

Gwen and Pavitr awed at the romance. Miles' stares at Hobie and frowns, "Is that what you think of me? Do you honestly believe I would be that ridiculous to leave you." Miles felt his voice cracks, "I work so damn hard to prove myself because it was for me! ME! I needed to prove to myself, I needed to be a leader. To finally be the Spider-man I want to be and you ruined that for me, Hobie. How can I trust you? How can I tell you my desires if you're gonna ruin it because you want me here." He slowly let go of Hobie's hand.

Hobie quickly held Miles's shoulder, "Sunflower, listen to me. You proven yourself many times and-and you need to understand my point of view. I-" Miles said, "You told me, I wasn't ready! You lied to me! You straight out lied to my face saying I would be able to succeed in the mission and you didn't give me a chance. A chance that I can finally show myself, be myself a leader! It's like you're treating me like everyone did when they saw me as the anomaly. Now, what? Miguel won't ever give me a mission? Won't let me planned for one because you'll go behind my back!" He shook his head, "I need- We need some time apart. I can't be with you right now." he finally let his tears out, all of it coming down his face. He's hurt that the person he trusted the most did this to him.

Will he ever trust Hobie, again? Is this something worth fixing? "No, you need to be here with me and talk about it. Luv, just liste-" Miles shouted at him, "How can I listen to you when just a few fucking moments ago you were ignoring me and making stupid tea!" He's already mad.

"Guys, calm down. How about we just sit down and take a moment?" Gwen finally spoke trying to defuse the two.

Pavitr nodded, "Yeah, we just need to calm down. Look, this is a lot. We're all in shock. Miles, you know Hobie only watches out for you back."

"And Hobie, you know Miles is one of the best Spider-man out there. He would've kicked ass in that mission." Gwen softly spoke, "The way I see it, is..." She looks at Miles seeing him in tears, "Hobie is afraid of losing you, Miles. I mean, that mission wasn't no walk in the park. It was rough."

"Yeah, I got the scars to prove it." Pavitr said, as he went to Hobie, "But in all serious, Hobie, you know, Miles always comes out on top!"

Miles frowns, "But he lied to me."

Hobie said, "Sunflower, you don't see the way I see you, and if I were to tell you the truth, you would've broke up with me."

"So, you still think I wasn't ready?" Miles asked.

"I just..." Hobie sighs, "Fine, break up with me. At least, I know in my right mind, I did the right thing for us. You never care about how this would affect me?"

"All I'm hearing is you! You, you. YOU!" Miles snaps at him, "You still don't see where you went wrong?"

"Miles, how are you going to that fucking mission without talking to me! You agreed to it and went ahead planning without talking to me about the dangers!"

"Do I need to tell you everything? I have to tell you what mission I'm going on?"

"Yes, because we are in this together. You aren't my friend, you are my boyfriend! You are my everything!" Hobie shouted at him, "Can't you see how fucked it would be if you left me because of a fucking mission that isn't worth it. Your giving up on us if your gonna go fucking suicide on me!"

"I'm not! I was just..." Miles stood, "It doesn't matter. You lie to me. You never told me, Miguel went to you! You... you broke my trust, Hobie. Why can't you understand?" He wipes his own tears feeling worst, "and you think of me as someone that needs saving... for what? I'm Spider-man, I committed to this life. Why you're sheltering me?"

"Because I'm afraid of losing you." Hobie got close to face Miles' face, "You have no idea how much you risk your own life to save everyone and I'll be damned to let it happen under my watch." He presses his forehead against his Sunflower before pulling away, "I love you, Sunflower and I'm willing to do everything to keep you safe."

"Even betraying me?" Miles finally asked his boyfriend.

Hobie said, "I can't be with you if you think it's okay to risk your life like that." He finally said.

Miles blinks a couple of times then sighs, "So this is it, huh? We're breaking up..." He gives a scoff, "Of course, because it's always Hobie Brown aka Spider-punk's way and never Miles Morales' way. I have to be sheltered like a damn fucking kid." He felt anger coming out of him.

"I love you too fucking much for you to be pulling reckless shit like that! So yeah, I went behind your back and took charge of the mission and look what happened," Hobie hit his own chest and present everyone around him, "we got out of there alive."

"Only because you used my plan! The plan took so much time and care for it!"

"I changed it and made it safer!"

"No, you didn't! You use the same shit!"

The two were yelling at each other at this point. Pavitr and Gwen broke them apart. "GUYS! Stop, this isn't helping anyone." Pavitr shouted.

"Yeah, can't we just take a breather? No rash decisions?" Gwen asked her two friends.

"There's nothing to talk about. We're done." Miles inhale sharply feeling his body shaking, "I work too damn hard to be treated as a fucking kid, Hobie. Maybe this will be better for us."

"Go ahead and be fucking reckless. I won't be there to save you." Hobie finally said, "You know, what! I'm glad we're done, because you be fucking stressing me out with this hero shit!"

"Oh yeah, then you have no problem fucking quitting. Go ahead!" Miles sniffs, "I'm going home."

"Fine, leave!" Hobie stood being shaken up with emotions. Everything gone a big mess. Pavitr stayed him while Gwen took Miles' home. It seems like things are ended this way.

-Three years later-

"Whoa, great job team. Another successful mission, Miguel. Gotta put that on my record." The twenty four year old Spider-man came out with a group of Spider-heroes behind him. They were successful in catching an anomaly from a dangerous villain. Miles remove his mask with a big grin on his face, this time he had grow into a fine young man with his hair shaved.

The Spider-heroes jumps happily with their success. "Good job, Morales. I'll let Lyla write up the score." Miguel said with a sip of his coffee. Lyla's avatar pops up showing the score against Ben, Miles is winning.

"Awe, man!" Ben frowns.

Miles said to his team, "Alright, guys good job. It was nice working with ya'll." He hopes he can see them on the next mission down the line. The Spider-heroes happily became excited seeing how Miles became an important mentor to some.

Now, Miles decided to go get himself a smoothie for a successful mission. "Heh, good job, Brooklyn." Miles stopped to hear a familiar voice, then looks up to find his ex-boyfriend.

"Oh hey, Hobie. What's up?" Miles asked with a smile on his face.

Hobie being twenty five years old wearing an all black outfit with long dreads with silver cuffs. He jumps down from a bridge to get near his ex-partner. "Nuthin' much..."

"Oh yeah? So you saw my mission?" Miles began walking to the smoothie shop, he saw his ex following him.

"Yeah, the bloke's Ai show me a video. It's kinda smart how you work with everyone's ability. I'm impressed." He casually said.

"Oh yeah?" Miles chuckles.

"Yeah, so where you going?"

"I'ma get a smoothie then bounce. I got to get home to do an essay for my class." His ex said.

"Oh yeah, still going to that fancy school?"

"Yeah, still going." Miles knows he hasn't talked to Hobie as much as they use to. After their break up, they were silent for a few months then somehow they ended up being friends. They never brought up their break up or acted like their relationship never happened. At first, it hurt Miles, so much time on his relationship only to be ignored. He can only understand it, if his ex's can handle their break up that way,

It still doesn't stop hurting tho...

"Oh yeah, Gettin' A's."

"Duh. I have to." Miles said as they stopped by the smoothie.

"Here, let me pay for it." Hobie uses his Gizmo to pay for their smoothie.

"Oh wow, what got you in a good mood?" Miles took his large berry smoothie to sip.

Hobie got his own Mango smoothie, "You know, wanted to treat ya... seeing how great you're doing as a leader, Sunflower. You done good, luv. Bloody hell, you prove me wrong." He sighs before taking a sip of his smoothie.

Miles nodded, "Thanks, Hobie. It means a lot..." He knows that must've taken so much for his ex to say.

"Yea... better late than ever, am I right?"

"Let's just say you were a bit late."

"Oh yeah? Like a minute?" Hobie smirks at his ex.

"Ummm.... like three years late." Miles teased. The two laughs it off, then they fell into silence. Miles awkwardly sips his smoothie again before saying, "I-I should go... my essay, you know."

"Yea, right. Right. You need to be hittin' those books, Brooklyn." Hobie awkwardly said, "See you next time?"

"You know, where to find me, Hobie." Miles let out a small smile, "Anyway, see yea."

"See yea, Sunflower." Hobie walks the other way. It wasn't as deep of a conversation he hopes, but it was enough for him to get through the day. Hell, maybe for a month. Just seeing his ex's blooming into someone he admires so much, he was wrong to be coddling him. The punker hopes for another chance at their relationship.

The two went on their separate ways. Miles went back home to finish his homework still having thoughts of his ex partner. He could only hope they could patch up the bond they've broken. Yet, he doesn't believe it would happen anytime soon.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #fanfic

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helpinghanikan · 1 year ago

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Domestic Bliss

Konig x reader, John (Soap) MacTavish x Simon (Ghost) Riley

Sum:

Sometimes operators take a quick break during a mission. So, why not spend that break at your house? You and Konig get to be a happy couple, so why not Johnny and Simon?

This isn’t the first time a campaign has failed. It happens, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. Especially when you can’t go home immediately after.

“We can’t get them every time,” Laswell said when Ghost, Konig, and Soap returned to base. “But we have his tail and he’s on the run. I’m going to need you all to stay close until we got him in our sights again.”

“How long are we thinking?” Soap asks, more out of curiosity than a want to go home.

For Ghost and Soap home was wherever the other was. So long as they kept it out of paperwork and didn’t outright maul each other during a mission neither Price nor Laswell cared about their relationship. It wasn’t the first-time love was found on the battlefield, a ring on Laswell’s finger was proof of that.

Konig, on the other hand, had somewhere to be.

“I can’t say. It’s going to be at least a few days. I’ll see about getting some barracks set up for you two. Showers should be open up already.” She said, conversation over with the turning of her back.

Ghost didn’t think much about Konig hanging back in Laswell’s office. A quick swat to his backside told him that no one was around and that Soap would see him later. Another action that he didn’t think much about. The only thing that matters now is the showers and clean underwear. Maybe a bed softer than the ground but that might be asking for too much.

There was nothing really special about the target they were after. Just another cartel “boss” that was destined to be arrested by authorities or killed by the actual boss. It was only through a sudden wave of brutality that the 141 was brought in. Followed a trail through several countries until they barely nipped at the target’s heels. At least they torched the makeshift compound he left behind.

Under lukewarm water Ghost let himself become bare. It’s easier to wash off someone else’s blood when not wearing a mask. It’s now that he can remove the image of the Ghost. He can be Simon, even if it’s while hiding under a subpar shower.

“Simon, you in?” Johnny’s voice calls through the bathroom.

Simon makes a hmm noise loud enough to be heard. He didn’t need to invite Johnny in, zippers were already being pulled down and clothing was getting removed rather quickly.

“There he is,” Johnny says, moving the curtain and stepping into the cubicle.

It took time and patients before Simon was comfortable with Johnny stepping in so casually. Even longer before Johnny could just press against Simon’s back without him tensing up. Now look at them; practically spooning in the shower.

“Nothing more romantic than a military bath,” Johnny says, having to practically stand on his toes to get some water over his head.

“Doubt the motel’s going to be any better,” Simon replied, eyes still closed.

“Not to worry about that, Babe. Königs’ got us covered.” Johnny places an open mouth kiss on the back of Simon’s neck. But that didn’t stop Simon from practically wheeling around.

“What do you mean?” Simon asked, black from his leftover face paint running down his cheeks like poorly applied makeup.

“König and the misses have a house not too far from here. He figured we’d prefer his guestroom over whatever motel Price considers ‘suitable’.” Soap says with air quotes over the word suitable. It’s only then that Johnny seems to remember Simon was a part of this. “Sorry, I should have gotten your input first. How’d feel about stopping by?”

Simon turns back towards the water as if it’s no big deal.

“Plans are already made, it seems. Let’s see how the giant lives.” Simon says, rubbing away the last of his face paint.

It’s almost funny how different Simon and Johnny were in their civilian lives. Simon had long ago given up on the idea of being a civilian. He was the Ghost, a lieutenant, and a badass when on the field. When off the field he was a lone wolf, the quiet guy in the superstore, and the big man you cross the street to avoid walking past.

Johnny, on the other hand, could make a friend in an empty room. The favorite uncle to his nieces and nephews. He’s that nice man who can grab things from the shelf at the store. Few social events are complete until John McTavish makes an appearance. It should be no surprise that Johnny became König’s friend, it was more of a surprise that it took so long to be invited for dinner.

You have to strain to hear the Jeep pulling into your driveway. There was no need to take a peek out of the window. Your shared home was a good ten-minute drive from the highway. Through trees and past farms no one pulls into your driveway on accident.

Your name is called out when the front door opens. Followed shortly by the thumping of shoes and soft talking of your guests.

“Nice place, König. Pretty far out from anything, though.” Comments an Irish accent.

“Not everyone wants to live ass to ass with their neighbors. It’s a pretty good location.” Adds in a British accent.

It wasn’t like König to invite “co-workers” home for the weekend. With Kortac you only got to meet Horangi, and that was probably so you’d have someone to call if something happened. This was likely a similar scenario.

“Darling,” König says when you round the corner to the front room.

He must have changed before leaving the base. It wasn’t like König could go about civilian life while wearing a sniper’s hood. Instead, he wears a mask or balaclava when he feels it’s necessary. This is almost exclusively when he heads into the city or has to stop by more populated areas. In his line of work being recognized could result in something awful. The likely hood of being recognized countries away from enemies is rare but not impossible.

You don’t care or worry about the guests still standing in the doorway. Not when your man is coming towards you with a smile that lights up his eyes. König removes his mask in a simple motion as he walks towards you. Leaning down for a kiss that you plant on him gently, but still insist on putting your arms around his neck.

König’s always been a mountain of ice when he gets home. König liked his AC and it was usually blasting throughout the car and house wherever he was. Supposedly it helps keep him awake when driving or doing paperwork. More likely than not he just wanted an excuse to drag you in for a cuddle.

You’re too focused on your own man to hear the small conversation happening at the door.

“Why don’t you kiss me like that?” The Irish man asked.

“Shut up.” Whispered the Brit, although no malicious could be heard in his voice.

The is never as long as you want it to be. But, it has to end, and you are refocused on your still-waiting guests.

“I’m so sorry, it’s nice to meet you.” You say to the two men, reaching out a hand towards them and giving your name.

“Likewise, Ma’am.” The Irish man says, taking your hand. “I’m John McTavish, and this is Simon. We work with König at the 141, he’s a good man.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” You say, nodding towards Simon who reciprocates. “I take it you’re both operators, too. Königs’ told me a few things. It’s nice to meet the people watching his back.”

You instruct both John and Simon to make themselves at home. Directing towards the living room and bar that’s hardly used for company. “It’s stocked, so help yourselves.” You said, following your man when he disappeared into the kitchen.

“Is everyone you hang out with so damn tall?” You can’t help but ask.

“No, it’s just luck. I seem to attract them.” König says, putting his head through his apron’s top.

“You don’t have to cook,” You say, but have already walked around him to tie up the back. “I was just going to order in.”

Ordering in and grabbing food as you’re going to whenever König was away. He did most of the cooking in your household. Recipes passed down from his mother and father kept you fed through most of the year. This isn’t to say you couldn’t handle yourself but, who would choose cooking over someone doing that for you? “It’s a tradition, don’t take this from me,” König explains. “Does spaghetti sound good? I don’t have time to do anything too complicated.”

“Do your thing, babe. Whatever it is I’m looking forward to it.” You reply, swatting his backside while heading out from the kitchen.

König was not the kind of guy you can cook alongside. More than once you’ve asked if there was anything you could do to help. And, more than once, König was hypercritical of your culinary skills. Mainly micromanaging how to cut vegetables.

That was the closest you’ve ever come to stabbing him.

Back in the living room John and Simon sat side by side on the couch. Simon leaning against the couch’s arm. His own arm rested over the back and, if he wanted, he could easily wrap it around John’s shoulders. John sat with a casual hand on Simon’s thigh. Both of the men holding glasses of dark liquid.

“So, what’re we drinking?” You ask, already at the bar.

“Bourbon,” Simon said raising his glass in an almost toast.

“Scotch for me. But I won’t judge you too harshly if you go with the whiskey.” John explains.

You went with neither. Picking your own preferred brand from the bottom of the bar. Far enough down that König wouldn’t accidentally clean out your alcohol.

“How long have you and König been married?” John asks.

“It’s barely been a year, but we’ve lived together before. I had to make sure the relationship would survive your line of work.” You explained.

Of course, it was quite a bit more complicated than that. You didn’t mention how it took months before König came clean about his job. That you didn’t believe him at first. And you certainly didn’t talk about how König was more scared of a relationship than anyone with a gun could ever make him.

The truth was it hurt every time your husband had to leave. It didn’t matter whether you had a day’s notice or a month’s notice. You held him close on those mornings and tried your hardest to convince him to stay. Of course he couldn’t but at least you had tried.

It wasn’t as if you were always available, either. Your own work, relationships, and life made this entire marriage feel a bit like an afterthought. More than once you’ve come home to König asleep on the couch. His feet hanging off the end and one of your pets sleeping on his chest.

“How long have you two been together?” You ask with a casual drink.

Johnny and Simon have a few seconds of interaction in the time it takes you to drink. Johnny squeezing Simon’s thigh and getting no reaction made the answer to your question.

“Not too long, either. But being too open about it makes work more than a little complicated. Anyway, you know about our work, what do you do? I can’t see you as a ‘oh, when will my husband come home,’ type of gal.” Johnny asks, leaning forward to emphasize who was expected to talk next.

It’s not often you find a real people person working in the military-industrial complex. Johnny was a rare case, even in the 141. True, he didn’t have the humor like Gaz or the unquestionable charm like Price. Even Simon had the tall, dark, and handsome vibe to him. All that was nothing compared to Johnny’s ability to simply be nice and know when to change the subject.

König was as skilled in the kitchen as in the field. Simple spices and meats added to store-bought sauce has an amazing effect on spaghetti. Even more so when the popping of a bottle rings through the house and you have to comment; “He has this special brand his mother got us. It’s so special that he keeps it on the highest shelf when I need to stand on the counter to reach it. Marriage isn’t always perfect, you know?”

Simon could understand that sentiment. Truth was he and Johnny were barely past the two-year anniversary of their relationship. But fighting alongside your partner in life-or-death situations can make that time feel so much faster. In Simon’s mind they were already an old married couple, only difference being his ass was still firm.

Dinner is served family style at the table. König setting out plates and bread as you came in to help him. Grabbing napkins and utensils without being asked or really thinking about it.

“Why don’t you cook for me?” Simon whispered to Johnny while they walked into the dinning room.

“For the same reason you don’t kiss me.” Johnny retorted, happy that Simon seemed to have relaxed somewhat.

It wasn’t as if Simon was some feral dog Johnny decided to adopt one day. Simon was a grown man who understood at least basic social expectations, but time and trauma had made him somewhat rusty. It made him quiet when around anyone but friends or colleges. What answers you were going to get out of him were short and sharp, wanting to reach the point as quickly as possible.

Anyone could sense this want of solitude coming off of Simon. It’s why most of the conversation took place between Johnny and yourself. König sometimes adding in but letting you handle a majority of the conversation. Content to simply eat the spaghetti and listen to the people around him.

“-So he’s holding my shirt and walking me backwards real slow. He’s not that much bigger than me but the size matters with that sort of thing.” Johnny tells his story with enthusiasm. Holding onto the front of his shirt for emphasis. “But, before we get too close to the edge, the cunt gets taken out by none other than the Ghost.”

It’s hard to see Simon’s face from where you sit at the table. The vase of flowers König had got you not too long ago blocked a clear view of Simon. The veteran operator likely sat there specifically to block your view.

You could imagine that he was smiling though. Johnny reaches his arm over Simon’s shoulders and gives him a squeeze. Had they been in private it’s not hard to imagine that the squeeze might also include a kiss.

“Sounds like you’re a pretty good sniper, Simon.” You say, speaking directly to Simon for the first time that night. “Unfortunately, I know for a fact that my König here is the better shot. Sniping or otherwise.”

“Oh no, Darling. Please don’t involve me in this.” König says with his hands up as if to surrender.

“We’ll test each other later, don’t you worry about that,” Simon says, his fort spinning over his plate.

It’s downright domestic how Johnny volunteered to help you with the dishes. König made a move to help instead but was practically glared back to his seat. If you let him he’d do everything around the house. Guilt from his work has that effect on him.

“How is Simon doing?” You asked Johnny, hoping that the wall and running sink were enough to hide your voice.

“He’s Simon, there’s no need to worry about him. Trust me, if he had a problem with you, he’d let you know.” Johnny replies. “How are you doing? I know that we pretty much barged into your house without warning.”

“König called me before you showed up, so not completely unannounced. It really is nice to see who has my husband’s back. It makes being without him a lot easier, I might even be able to relax next time.” You explain.

“You worry about him too much?” Johnny asks, glancing out the door towards your partners.

“I wouldn’t say too much, just a healthy amount. It’s not enough to stop me from doing things, but don’t tell König. All he’ll hear is that I’m worried and we don’t need that.” You say, being sure to stay close to the running sink while saying this.

“He won’t hear anything from me,” Johnny promises.

Johnny, Simon, and König resided in a world that you simply couldn’t understand. At most, you could get a few peaks in through the complaints or stories they choose to tell. Unlike you, they didn’t make too much of a habit of thinking about the future. For König he only felt safe thinking about the present and how he can best get back to you. Simon never saw himself with a real future, at no point in his life did he have a goal besides survival.

Johnny was different as he actually thought about the future. At first, it was just to be the best soldier in the field and as high ranked as he could get. Then Johnny met Simon and his goals turned into a heart-shaped plan. One that involved buying a house and maybe a dog that Simon would approve of. Knowing Simon it would be a German Shepard or two.

Johnny’s life plan shifted ever so slightly throughout the night. It glowed pink as he watched you and König share a drink. He looks out to Simon, smoking his cigarette on the back porch, and can see the one and only future he wants. One where Simon is safe and on Johnny’s lap as much as possible.

“I need to call my mother before it gets too late.” König practically declared around the nine pm mark. He leans over the chair and says; “I promise not to be too long.” He then looks up to Simon and Johnny. “The spare room is down the hall. I doubt sharing will be a problem for you.”

“I’ll show you,” You say while standing.

The guest room was the last thing decorated in the house. After taking your time to decorate the house most of your creativity went into the other rooms. Leaving the guest room looking almost bare. A King-sized bed with blue sheets and curtains to match. Two side tables and an armoire were the only things that could be considered decorations.

Johnny interrupts before you can apologize for the drab decorations.

“It could have stuffed ponies and this room would be better than some motel,” Johnny said.

“Or a motel,” Added Simon already opening his overnight bag.

“Glad to hear it, but I’ll see if I can find some stuffed ponies for you. Have a good night, gentlemen.” You say, making an almost show of closing the door behind you.

Simon was past the point in his life where sex seemed more important than it was. Able to pull out his pajamas, brush his teeth, and let Soap do the same before making a move.

“Hold on, hold on,” Johnny moaned after his face was grabbed.

Simon restrained himself enough for Johnny to lock the door. Turning back to Simon and this time leaning into the kiss that demanded so much more.

Simon still had some of his tricks from his barracks bunny days. Knowing that men like Johnny loved to plow their partners but only with said partner’s enthusiastic consent. Moaning out his wants and begging for more was never Simon’s forte. He was the ordering type, a real power bottom, that gave orders as easy as he would in the field.

“Lay down,” He ordered, walking Johnny back until gravity takes control.

Shirtless, straddling Johnny’s waist, Simon held Johnny’s jaw with a grip. His strength was only matched by the hold Johnny had on Simon’s ass.

“Mmm, just like that.” Simon moans, leaning forward so they are chest-to-chest. “Perfect. Bloody perfect right now.”

Johnny smiled when he hears this. Simon was one of, if not the, most selfless man you could ever meet. Even with the prickly exterior, Simon would be the first one running into the firefight. Ready with a plan and the voice to give orders and save the entire mission. If anyone deserved a perfect moment, it was Simon. He deserved more than just a moment; he deserved a lifetime.

“You-you ever think of making it permeant?” Johnny asks, hands sliding from Simon’s ass to his back.

Simon stills a bit but doesn’t pull away just yet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Retirement would look good on you, Babe. Pension alone would keep us both in steak and bourbon for years. There’s no need for both of us to stay, you know? Betcha Price would agree with me.” John says, digging gently into Simon’s back.

Simon sits all the way up. “That better be the alcohol talking.”

Johnny knew this was going to be a delicate topic to bring up. Johnny didn’t know Simon before the 141. He had only heard the stories from Simon or from the rest of the task force. At best the stories were violent, at worst they were simply sad.

That didn’t stop Johnny from wanting though. Johnny, like Simon, wasn’t about to back down just because the conversation got awkward.

“You never think about it?.” Johnny presses forward.

It’s obvious that Simon has never thought about it. He blinks down at Johnny as if trying to understand what he had just said.

“No, I haven’t,” Simon says, moving off of Johnny to sit facing away.

There was more Simon wanted to say. He wanted to be angry about the suggestion. He wanted to yell and demand to know why Johnny would suggest the idea. Did Johnny honestly expect Simon to become some kind of Stepford wife? It was a stupid thought and a stupid suggestion.

At the same time, Simon didn’t want to think about it. If he weren’t in the field as Ghost then he’d have to be in the civilian world as Simon. A part of himself that hasn’t been allowed to grow for years.

Finally, Simon was just a bit grateful. Johnny would be the only one to make this suggestion. He’d also be the only one that Simon would ever retire for. But a partner in arms and a husband at home were two very different things.

“I have,” Johnny almost whispers, reaching a hand out to gently run his knuckles over Simon’s back. “but I don’t want to lose you for a fantasy. I won’t bring it up. Not until you want, at least.”

Simon didn’t verbally respond. Only laying back down on the bed, still facing away from the one man he wants more than anything.

“Can we cuddle, at least?” Johnny asks after a few minutes of silence between them.

Again, Simon says nothing, Instead he gestures for Johnny to come closer. Which he gratefully does.

There’s a game you and König like to play sometimes. It’s where you pretend that König’s cock isn’t the only thing on your mind. Where you smile at his compliments and don’t lead him into the bedroom right away. König plays the same game by pretending he didn’t want you bent over. He stills himself against your hand on his backside. Pretends that he doesn’t see how your mouth touches the rim of your glass. Neither of you outright says; “I want to fuck”, it would ruin the magic of the tease.

The sexual tension builds until it breaks. This night you were the one to crack first.

König never spent more than an hour speaking to his parents. Enough time for you to make it back upstairs. Having that moment of panic where you try to decide whether sexy or comfy would fit the mood tonight.

In the end, it doesn’t matter what you wear, or if you choose to wear anything. König will look at you, just like he does every time, with large eyes and an almost surprised look on his face. It doesn’t matter how many times you wait for him. It’s always the same adoration.

“Hello,” König says, stepping up to the side of the bed. Close enough to cup your face but not enough to actually make contact.

“So beautiful…” He murmurs while holding your face. His head tilts while he looks as if you were some painting in a museum.

He doesn’t move when you reach up to his face. Gently sliding your thumbs under his mask and sliding it up. As often as possible you were the one to remove his mask when he gets home. It’s an intimate moment you get to keep special. Showing that he was home, and you were right in front of him.

Part of the reason he kept the mask/helmet combo was to keep his hair in one place. Light brown hair down to his shoulders didn’t make him the shaggiest in the world. It was certainly longer than most military personnel. The same being said for his facial hair; not quite a beard but it would get there soon enough.

He leans against your hand. Blinking slowly before leaning in for a kiss.

His weight presses into your body. Being pushed back until you were flat across the bed. König’s weight presses you in the bed.

“I missed you,” You whispered into his mouth, grinding your hips upwards.

“I missed you more,” König countered, his open mouth pressing into your throat.

He’s a firm mountain of a man that was all yours to do whatever you wanted. Whether it be to verbally ask him to turn you around or simply move your hips and hands in such a way that he rolls over. You really don’t need to do much to get what you wanted from him. He was always ready to please you in whatever way was needed.

He swears in German when he penetrates. His hips moved slowly but with enough purpose that there was no stopping the jolt throughout. He quickly starts moving to match that first thrust. Moving your body back and forth with each thrust he makes. Slowly, so slowly, quickening his pace.

It’s always a bit surprising that König, or any military operator, could be so soft in bed. He holds you close, kisses you sweetly, and never wants to let go.

It doesn’t matter that Johnny wasn’t on a mission. He liked his workout routine. So, just after 6 am, Johnny stirs awake against a body made of warmth and muscle.

Simon doesn’t give any indication of being awake. Not even when Johnny steps out of bed.

Seeing Simon’s thick body lying there peacefully was a nice view. Johnny was too much of a gentleman to interrupt his partner’s sleep. He pulls the top sheet up and over his sleeping partner, making sure that nothing indecent was exposed before getting dressed.

König had a similar routine in the mornings.

He tended to wake up earlier than necessary. Your wall of warmth slowly moves back from your body. Out of instinct, you grab his forearm before he can get all the way up.

“It’s just for a jog.” König whispers, a soft kiss on your mouth. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” You whisper although not nearly awake enough to know what was going on.

You don’t hear him getting dressed. Or feel the dip in the bed as he leans over. Nor do you notice when he puts another kiss on your cheek. What you do finally notice is the moving around your kitchen.

It’s still early in the morning, just a bit after seven. So you’ll be forgiven for being confused about the random blonde man in your kitchen.

“Morning,” Simon from the kitchen counter.

He’s wearing a black mask, no different from the kind you’d wear during the pandemic. It makes his dark blonde hair visible. It’s short, no surprise, but just long enough that he might be thinking about a haircut in the near future.

You also get a better look at some of his face. You can see that he has a scar running from his forehead to his neck. A few other little scars here and there that hint at battles long past. Dark blonde hair creates a shadow over the parts of his neck that you can see. If you didn’t know any better he could have been just any guy you’d pass on the street.

“Good morning, You guys sleep well? Sorry, I couldn’t find those stuffed animals for you.” You say, going for the fridge like you would any morning.

“We made do,” Simon says, not willing to go any further.

You silently accepted that. Too focused on making breakfast more complicated than a bowl of cereal to try and force a conversation. Simon moved away from the counter to the island stool, his phone out and in his hand.

It was awkward, to say the least, but nothing could be gained by trying to force a conversation. You could probably get away with offering him some eggs, but even that might be too far. On the one hand, you didn’t want to be rude to your houseguest. On the other hand, Simon didn’t give off the friendly vibes that Johnny did so easily.

Neither of you was willing to try and keep a conversation going. Because of this only the clinking and clanking of your cooking makes noise.

Until the kitchen window explodes.

It’s a mess of glass and panic that fills the entire room. It doesn’t matter what training you did or didn’t have. When someone shoots through a window most people start moving, whether it’s to duck down and hide or if it’s run from the room. At that moment, you were in the latter category. Leaving the oven on, leaving Simon, and escaping the kitchen before the intruder knew you were even there.

If Simon was anything like König then there was no point in trying to help. Uniformed men were like that; protectors who would be insulted if their families or loved ones tried to help in a dangerous situation. Was it a stupid mentality? Absolutely, but that didn’t change the fact that it is what it is.

From the other side of the wall, you can hear the struggle. No words were spoken but grunts and anger followed by hitting and crashing. The smart thing to do would be to leave the house. Simon was a trained and seasoned operator. There’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to handle one intruder by himself.

Simon shouts out in anger, and that keeps you from leaving as you should.

Braving to peek your head around the corner and take a look. You don’t know the intruder that stands over Simon. Dressed in dark jeans and a jacket he could have been any guy off the street. The only difference was the gun in his hand and the blood on the floor around him.

“Way too easy to find your dumbasses.” The man said, hatred in his voice. “It’s like you want everyone to die, I swear. Glare at me all you want, it ain’t gonna stop anything.”

Simon doesn’t say anything back, he simply glares. Even keeping his mouth shut when the man squats down in front of him. Only saying anything when the man grabs Simon’s mast, ripping it off his face non-too-gently.

“FUCKER!” Simon yells when his face is revealed.

It feels wrong but you dare a glance at Simon’s face. Allowing yourself to look for only a second. Long enough to see where his scars meet across a strong nose. You don’t look for long enough to see the details.

“When you die I want you to die knowing your family is next. Your mum, dad, kids, fucking wife…All of them are gonna be dead.” The intruder continues with his monologue. Pointing his gun toward Simon’s temple and pressing in.

It’s impossible to say what pushed you forward into the kitchen. It certainly wasn’t your own sense of self-preservation, that had left the room a hot minute ago. Maybe you could blame it on your own need to be a hero. What better way to show off your courage than to save someone from a gunman?

If only you had the skills to match your bravery. All you really did was run forward fast and slam hard. Pushing the intruder into Simon with all your weight.

Simon met your courage with some of his own. An arm around the intruder’s neck, dragging him close and refusing to let go.

Hand to hand Simon is comparable only to a mountain lion. He’s baring teeth and moving limbs trying to get and destroy anything close by. The intruder’s throat is bared and red from Simon biting down on the closest bit of skin he could reach.

With Simon grappling with the intruder you were left with little room to work. The only thing you could grab was the intruder’s gun holding hand. Just like running into this fight, you didn’t really have a plan. Only the inescapable need to do something.

In an instant, everything becomes too much. The intruder is yelling too loudly. The floor is too hard on your knees. You can smell the blood and feel the spit splattering over yourself and the kitchen. Someone is running around and banging through your living room. Simon starts shouting and you can’t understand him.

It’s no surprise that you didn’t hear the gun go off.

Without a life to control the hand, you were now in possession of the intruder’s gun. Although your ears are ringing, and the floor is still too hard, you can’t help but notice that the gun is cold. It wasn’t the one that fired and took away the threat.

That bullet came from Johnny’s gun.

There was no way you could have heard Johnny or König come back. They didn’t know what was going on either. Only that their designated partners were in trouble.

“Got you, I got you.” Is whispered over your head, and the gun is gently pulled from your hand.

König, big and strong, he’s pulling you close. Practically dragging you onto his lap, tucking your head into his shoulder.

“He’s dead?” You ask, although it comes out more as a statement.

König looks over to Johnny and Simon. They were in a similar position as you two were. Johnny is holding his man closely. It almost seems that Simon is trying to hide by pressing his face into Johnny’s neck, slowly being rocked by the same man who holds him so safely.

“He’s dead,” König whispers into your hair.

You don’t need to say anything else. Later Laswell would make sure everything gets cleaned up. Get you some accommodations and let König have a week off from missions. For now, though. You’re stuck with a body in your kitchen. A reminder tot eh world what could happen is someone tried anything.

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xgummibearx · 2 years ago

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Officer Toyomitsu x Reader

(I learned that in vigilantes All Might inspired Taishiro to become a full fledged hero and he was basically the in hero working at the police station before opening the Fat office so I was mistaken in some of my info but...I really like the idea of him having started out as just an officer before becoming a hero so I'm gonna combine the vigilante canon with my own headcanons for this!)

You as the reader are in a hostage situation, and Taishiro knows that he can step in and end this but he is told to stand down. Can he save you at the last possible minute?

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There were spilled coffees and discarded snacks all over the floor. She kept her gaze lowered, knees gripped tight against her chest. The convenience store was dead, quiet except for the quietest whimpers and shudders of those around them. There was a group, all sitting together behind the shop counter. A hand slammed on the counter, a masked figure growling under his breath. "Silence!" He demanded, the phone was starting to ring. "Hello?" His voice was so calm, it made her blood run cold. "Oh, have you met my demands yet?" He hissed. She could just barely make out the voice on the other line.

"You are surrounded, we advise that you stand down now...those people are not your enemy, let them go and come quietly." The voice was insistent. "We can help you, we will protect you from the media, just please let them go!" The villain laughed, cursing under his breath. He sounded impressed.

"You've got guts I'll give you that." He was chuckling. "But, let the media see! What? You don't want them seeing the cowards that are protecting the world? YOU KNOW MY TERMS!" He roared, "I want ten thousand dollars cash and a truck, no police escort necessary of course." He added, sounding like he was proposing a casual business deal. "and I know where you guys put those tracking things so don't try anything funny." He added. "If I don't see that truck parked outside by nightfall I'll start painting the windows of this place red...one, by, one..." He hissed, hanging up.

Officer Toyomitsu cursed as the phone slammed in his ear. "Sir! He's really serious about this, how should we move forward?" His boss Officer Gi Masayoshi removed his hat. Running his hands along his balding head.

"I'm thinking...we may not have any other option but to meet his demands, I'm sure we can still try to bug the truck and we'll have officers stationed at every city exit!..." He looked at the disapproving stare at Taishiro's face. "Tai, you know there's no other choice! We can't risk sending in troops, he's a maniac! If we do this we can at least get the hostages home to their families!" Taishiro stood, Gi was already knowing what he was going to say.

"Sir, I've been training for this! I know that there's a back entrance that would allow for easy access, it would be an easy take down!" He insisted, a fire in his eyes. Gi shook his head.

"Taishiro, you aren't licensed for hero work..” He sighed, approaching him with a gentle hand. “Legally...you cannot use your quirk unless shots are fired or worse, and I don’t want it to come to that.” He looked furious. “Stupid policies...” He muttered.

"Yes sir..." Tai sat down with a furrowed brow. He hated this, this was the very reason he had joined the police force. "My quirk is too weak to be a real hero.." He thought, looking towards the store with worry. He couldn’t believe they were conceding to the terms of a monster like that.

The hours passed and they did as requested. The hardest part was the tracker. They had to overlook all the places they were trained to hide it, and instead sewed it inside the seat and sealed it away so perfectly no one would ever know. At least they hoped. Taishiro watched from behind the police barricades, orange lights illuminating the parking lot as the officers drove the large black truck in front of the store before quickly moving back to the police lines. “Where are you...” Taishiro muttered, his eyes fixed on the storefront. The windows were covered by store shelves and newspapers, he couldn’t see anything going on inside. Tensions were high, the hostages hardly dared to breathe as the man hung up the phone and then walked up and down the line of victims, who quickly lowered their gaze. Their eyes were all transfixed on the gun that rested lazily on his hip, the barrel glinting in the light outside. (x) looked up slowly, realizing that she was staring at his boots. As soon as their eyes met a hand gripped her hoodie. “You’ll do.” He had a tight grip on (x)’s arm as she was dragged along with him outside. The cool night air hit their faces as she looked around wildly, screaming as a gun was suddenly pressed to the side of her head. “NO ONE MOVE!” Taishiro grit his teeth, his eyes fixed on the masked figure then moved to the terrified woman. He looked towards Gi desperately, his hands twitching as Gi shook his head with a warning glance. Tai growled a little under his breath in annoyance, staring down the man as he slowly made his way around to get to the driver’s side. He was smiling as he opened the door slowly, “thank you all so much for your cooperation.” He suddenly tightened his grip, making her cry out. “I still don’t want you getting any ideas of following me...so why don’t little missy here and I go for a spin?” He sharply turned around, tossing the young woman into the truck and hopping in as he slammed the door shut. It only took seconds for him to start speeding away.

“CHIEF!!” Taishiro roared, his eyes pleading. Gi looked at Tai for a moment then roared to the rest of his men as paramedic filed into the convenience store.

“All units after that vehicle! I want an APB on a black ram pickup truck, and?” He turned to look at Toyomitsu with a firm nod. “All officers with legally registered quirks entered in our system do have permission to use them if necessary.” Taishiro nodded then took off at a run after the vehicle. His at would give him the stamina he needed. This was after all, the only thing his fat was good for right? Just to be burned off over and over, what use did it have? He could already see the truck in his sights, as he dashed between vehicles that he towered over easily. The Taxi, that was nickname in the precinct. He could chase down just about anyone without tiring out, and would bring them back sticking out of him like a Katamari Damacy. Taishiro leaped onto the back of the pickup truck, his eyes burning.

(X) was shaking still staring down the barrel of the gun as her captor drove with one hand. “Don’t worry doll...” He turned his face for a second, a grin that could only have been the devil himself. “They’ll find your corpse for mom and dad on the edge of town...” Tears rolled down her face when something heavy suddenly made the back of the truck dip a little. They both jolted, (x) pressed her back to the door shaking under tha angry gaze of the brute behind the wheel as he cursed under his breath. As if this were somehow her fault. “Maybe I shouldn’t of taken the broad...” He grumbled, freezing as a pair of yellow eyes met his in the rearview mirror. Taishiro with one single punch smashed the back window as he shouted at the man behind the wheel.

“POLICE! PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY!” He ordered, glaring at him with the force of a thousand suns. They could hear more police sirens in the distance, how were they on to him? The truck was bugged, it had to be. Taishiro roared once more into the vehicle, his anger even making (x) shiver. “Would you rather contend with me, or the pro heroes waiting for you at every exit of this city!?” The gun fell from the crook’s hand as he sat trembling. The truck was starting to slow down. “If you’re scared of me, imagine how much worse it will be if you keep this up!” He hissed, “You know you’re in luck! I know for a fact that All Might is on call today.”Taishiro added, reaching in carefully as he slowly pulled.

“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH FATSO!” He roared, grabbing for the gun but Taishiro had guessed his thinking.The guy was panicked, quickly removing his seatbelt and trying to make a break for it. Taishiro grit his teeth and launched himself from the truck, immediately in pursuit. Taishiro froze as the gun was fired but to his amazement, he hardly even felt a push in the force from the bullets. Rather, the force seemed to sink into him, right into his body fat. Taishiro sprang up, surrounded by golden light as he leaped towards him and punched him in the gut. He was immediately out of commission and his squadron had just pulled over. He could hear Gi’s voice as he watched the crook get cuffed, as he looked up towards the car he could see (x) wrapped in a blanket, being lead towards a police car for evaluation.

It felt like hours, answering the same questions over and over as paramedics as well as his fellow officers looked at him with confusion. He looked down at himself with embarassment. All his fat had burned off, leaving him looking like a deflated balloon. His smooth soft belly and smaller build was awkward, hardly legend. He had graduated from Shiketsu, but had chosen to go for a policework intership. Many of his teacher evaluations after having failed the hero license test in his first year, had stated he didn’t have the “build” for a hero. He lowered his head with a sigh. It was true, one punch and he was just a useless pic of flab. He could hear the door open but he didn’t bother looking up. He could tell someone was speaking but couldn’t make out the words until he felt a sharp slap on his back.

“Excellent work young man!” Taishiro snapped back into reality, and his eyes widened.

“A-All Might?” He stammered. There he was, standing right in front of him. All Might laughed loudly, patting his shoulder again.

“Yes, I am here! It’s a good thing you were as well, amazing work! According to witness statements you handled this case with a level of effectiveness and professionalism that even most of us pros fail to accomplish!” He grinned. “Minimal damage, followed every officer quirk use protocol, and acted only in self defense while prioritizing the safety of the hostage. You relied on words, not force.” Taishiro lowered his face.

“Thank you but really I was only doing as told, I am sure any other officer would have done the same.” All might leaned against the wall.

“Not every officer or pro hero for that matter can take an entire magazine of bullets and still stand.” He gave Taishirio a wink. “You know, there are public hero license examinations test coming up, and you do qualify for it with your schooling.” He slid a clipboard with a form on it towards him. “This world needs heroes like you Taishiro...it’s heroes with humility, and passion for justice that truly make a difference.” He gave Taishiro a salute then made his way towards the door. “Thank about it...” With that he was gone.

A few weeks later Taishiro slowly walked towards the desk, his paper work was all filled out, and he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He suddenly froze, as he went to give his form to the woman behind the desk. She looked familiar, and his eyes flashed back to that day. (x) was right there, behind the desk, taking the applications. He cleared his throat, handing the form. (x) didn’t seem to recognize him, she looked up with a warm smile, looking over the form then handing him a large sticker with his examination number and blank space. He was staring at her, confused as she looked over the paper. “You didn’t write a hero name?” She asked looking up. His heart was pounding, staring into her eyes.

“N-no...no was I supposed to?” He asked. She shrugged, with a gentle smile.

“It is recommended, this could be your debut.” She added. “You gotta make a good impression.” He nodded slowly, tapping his fingers together. “What’s your quirk?” She asked. “Maybe that will give you an idea.” He sighed, chuckling a little.

“Well...I mean, I’m fat and...stuff kinda sticks to me?” He pulled some lint off his tanktop. “I...can absorb energy and people?” She laughed softly. Making him feel even stupider by the minute.

“That sounds really cool.” He looked up, surprised. She waved her hands. “I’m serious! Look...I work with agencies, assigning work to heroes based on quirk types and...I think yours sounds really unique.” He stared for a moment, his face going a little pink as she looked at her notepad. “So...your power is based on your Body mass...but BMI would be very insensitive and not to mention take away from everything else you can do...” She thought out loud. “I’ve got it!” 9X) grinned, turning around. “Fat-Gum!” She exclaimed, then turned immediately red. “no...no that sounds dumb doesn’t it?” He laughed, grinning ear to ear.

“No...I like it.” He took up the form, and wrote “The BMI hero, Fatgum.” On the top then proceeded to write it on his welcome sticker as well. “Mind helping me get this on my back?” He asked. (X) Nodded, placing it on his back before giving him a thumbs up.

“You’ve got this!” He nodded, smiling softly.

“Thank you...you know, maybe if well...things go well, I’ll see you around.” She laughed, her eyes sparkling.

“A sweetheart like you? They’ll love you Fatgum.”

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sheltershock · 1 year ago

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Being sick is the worst. I can’t imagine how hard it would be for a psychic…or can I?

Sasha already has a canon aversion to germs. I wouldn’t say he’s a hypochondriac, but he’d probably consider getting sick one of the worst things that can happen to him. The most dreadful part is the removal of his bodily autonomy. He's fine with smoking cigarettes, and is aware that they’re bad, but that’s a choice he’s making about his body. He did not choose for someone to come into his shared space sick, spread their germs around, and now he has the suffer the painful consequences of their actions. Absolutely not. Since he can’t really police sick people though he’s really conscious about germs and sanitation. He probably casually has boxes of disposable face masks just in case he has to encounter a sick person, and his aesthetic lets him get away with it for the most part without anyone suspecting anything offensive. But when he does get sick it’s him drifting in and out of consciousness trying to work from home, failing, and then succumbing to exhaustion. Lots of loss of productivity guilt.

Sasha never thought he’d have to take care of anyone while they’re sick, after all that’s what hospitals are for, and he chose to not work in a hospital. But then at some point after they moved in together, Milla eventually got sick. Honestly his first thought was to leave and stay in a hotel until she got better. She said she’d be fine and that she can take care of herself anyway. But they’re together, and seeing Milla upset/unwell makes him��uncomfortable. Plus, he’s probably already been exposed anyway so…he chose to stay. He moved into the living space for the foreseeable future, keeping everything as disinfected as possible and left the bedroom to serve as a quarantine. Milla was initially surprised to wake up to see Sasha still there, knowing what he’s like, but was ultimately happy by it.

As a caretaker, Milla is used to germs. She’s pretty much ready to be a nurse to whoever for however long it takes for them to recover from their sickness. She keeps track of medicine and administration times, food and drinks, cleanliness, even just being nearby and available for emotional needs. She’s got everything under control, so there’s nothing to worry about. She applies the same philosophy as herself being sick: you just need to slow down and rest up, darling.

Milla, however, was not expecting that she wouldn’t really receive the same level of care from Sasha she gives to everyone else when they’re sick. He’d almost never be in the room with her, no matter how many times she’d try to convince him. He’d happily talk to her through telepathy but it wasn’t really the same to her. She had the romantic idea of her feverishly speaking her mind as her lover grasped her hand from her bedside, like in romantic comedies. And even if they both ended up catching the same illness at least they could stay with each other in painful solidarity. Sasha did not find this fantasy funny nor romantic. Whenever he was in the room with her, he always had a medical mask and disposable gloves on. But that was a rare sight after she kept trying to grasp his wrist to convince him to stay with her. She completely understands why he wouldn’t, but it still hurt.

Instead of bringing out food or drinks, Milla would wake up to bowls on the bedside table and glasses of water. It initially took her a few hours and several micro naps to realize the glass hadn’t actually become empty despite how much she’d drink. Medicine would be laid out nicely with handwritten notes with instructions and timecards which listed out the previous times she’d woken up to take them. The washcloths on her forehead, around her neck and wrapped around her wrists hadn’t dried out yet.

Milla considers getting sick as a sign from the universe or just her body that she needs to slow down and take care of herself. Her body is looking for her! And since she’s pretty active and generally healthy, Milla doesn’t get sick very often, which only serves to prove her own mindset. She doesn’t have any problems with taking those sick days off, sleeping most of the day, watching TV, having soup and warm drinks…she just wishes she felt like doing any of those things. The aches and pains just make her really clingy to anyone willing to give her the time of day, willing to talk their ear off. She doesn't enjoy being alone for long periods of time when she’s well, and she especially doesn't like it when she’s sick. And in the delirium that comes with a fever, her control over her own mind slips.

Fever dreams mock her pain as the Nightmares twist and tangle her past and present emotions into a living hell. While technically someone could go in there and defeat all her Nightmares, they’d just reform quicker than it’s worth to get rid of them. Her fatigue from the illness has her subconscious mostly taking the reins rather than her waking mind. And as a result, the regeneration time is insane as her memories fire off in jumbled slideshows some people would refer to as dreams. As much as she’d like to spend all her time sick staying up with the hypnotic static of a TV screen, the stable pages of a book or the allure of a new conversation, she has to return to that world eventually. There are few things that can alleviate her Nightmares on good days, and even less on her worst ones. But sometimes, despite her illness, Sasha will climb in with Milla and hold her while she sleeps.

She’d stir amongst feverish dreams where party guests shrink and don the distorted screaming faces of people long lost. Beside frigid, hissing flames she’d feel sheets and blankets she’s under shift, and hear mumbles about how sticky the linen is with lukewarm sweat. And as she opens her eyes she’d see her upper body and head be moved so a pair of arms securely wrap themselves around her shoulders and waist. Another shiver would slide down her spine. Boiling parts of her body that were locked away under the blankets would be exposed to the cruel air conditioned exterior.

But she’d feel the warmth wrapped around her upper body from the new embrace and yawn. Tears would well in her eyes from the pulsating rhythm down her neck, and her lover would shudder, being all too knowledgeable about the germs being released as she opened her mouth. A shaky hand would find its way to the side of her head. She coughed, quickly grasping onto the much cleaner fabric of her lover’s clothes. But as she eased her breathing she’d feel a slow, soothing stroking sensation ever so lightly on the surface of her scalp, through her hair, and to the bare skin of her neck.

Her eyelids would grow heavy again. But unwilling to return the fiery hellscape currently commandeering her own party, she’d forcibly grasp them open again. She’d yawn again, and feel the hand combing through her hair twitch– just for a second. But Sasha is here. She allows her vision to fall to black, and just focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the slightly faster heart rate. Like the lull of a moving train, she’d drift off and her dreams would be a little less worse. Faces become transparent. Frostbitten, charred wallpaper is more vibrant. The vocals of the music fall to murmurs. The real world still calls. Still hearing the hum of the air conditioner, feeling the rise and fall akin to warm ocean waves and the scent of something she can’t quite put her finger on through her stuffy nose, but she knows smells good.

She hums lightly, about to say something, but the vibrations only make the soreness worse. She opens her mouth, before closing it and burying her face farther into his chest. She swallows and her throat burns. A weight from the back of her head tilts towards her face and everything starts to feel more distant. She clutches the fabric harder. It twists in her grimy fingers.

The arm around her waist shifts as a hand reaches up to cusp the side of her jawline. With one arm around her back and the other resting over her breast, she sighs into another yawn. Exhaling softly, her grip loosens as her fingers relax and rests into the mild heat of a warm body. And her mind does too.

For a brief moment she looks through her eyes again. The blankets bear different patterns. Her arms are wrapped around a pillow, but it’s just as soft. Light pours into the hallway from a widening door frame. The mirror inside the hallway bathroom is completely fogged up. An arm stretches into view as the light disappears with a click. Milla’s eyes close and she can hear the kettle hiss as she drifts off again.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #milla vodello #sasha nein #oops it’s all sashamilla!#sashamilla #headcanons #sickfic?#can i tag that?#this all started because I wanted to do a writing warm up #and I like hurt comfort so I just made some #but then it turned out kinda flowery and I didn’t hate it?#so here have some sashamilla hurt comfort stuff I guess #I was supposed to draw tonight but I ended up spending the two hours editing this to be presentable for human eyes #oh well there’s always tomorrow #good night

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 4

Episode 5: Danger Games Part 2

~A few hours later, in the Man Cave~

Eventually, (y/n) had dragged Ray home from Henry's house after the boy had begged her to remove him and his ragging from his ears so he and the Game Shakers could get to bed and forget about the stupid game for a few hours. She had agreed, probably quicker than she should have, but his babbling was getting to her too and with a few smiley apologies to the teens, she'd shoved him through the door so they could begin the walk back to the Man Cave, his arm wrapped around her waist as they blew more bubbles to return to normality.

Upon coming back down the elevator, they had discovered Schwoz and Bork testing out some magic tricks and seeing as though the woman had firmly told her boyfriend he was gonna have to wait to get her alone that night after his comment, they had decided to sit back and watch as Schwoz attempted to saw himself in half.

It was a cool trick to be fair, fascinating to watch, difficult to explain and hilariously funny to watch when the two men pulled a very mean trick on the poor guy and pulled the two halves further apart so he could be put back together. Now, Ray was sat on a chair, a root beer in his hand, his girl trying to hide her giggles as she perched on his knee and Bork chuckling next to them as he complained about having his torso on one side of the room and his legs a few metres away.

"Come on, you guys, put me back together!" Schwoz whined as he felt his toes wriggling, but not where he'd normally expect them to be and the strange sensation was bugging him. It was a mean prank, but no one could be assed to help him, not when it seemed oddly humorous to see him struggle, one half here and another half there.

"No, no, Schwoz, you wanted to show us a magic trick, now, you gotta finish it, right, sweet girl?" Ray exclaimed, laughing with his girl as she struggled to not smile, preferring to drown his chuckles in her drink. It wasn't her typical idea of humour but something about it was funny and seeing Ray looking so damn hot in his chair just made her want to sit with him and never move. Complaining would spoil the mood and she didn't want that, not when he looked so good and his hand was casually resting on her inner thigh.

"Yeah, just keep wiggling, Schwoz, you never know, you might get back together on your own." She teased, doing a little wiggling of her own in Ray's lap since she was feeling the effects of the porch kiss coming back and whilst she loved seeing that goofy grin on his face, she was being to regret not letting him drag her off to the bedroom the minute the elevator opened. And speaking of the elevator, Henry and Charlotte had come down to the Man Cave...with a very big problem in tow. He may or may not have brought the unconscious Game Shakers into the Man Cave because they may or may not have discovered his secret identity when they were getting ready for bed. Oops...

"Aw, but I forgot how to reattach myself! Henry! Help me!" Schwoz cried upon seeing the boy and girl wheeling in a massive tube of teens, but he was way too stressed out to help anyone but himself and the sight of the kids/strangers in the Man Cave, (y/n)'s mouth drop open in pure shock, but luckily, Ray hadn't noticed yet, which was good, as Henry started panicking. "No, no, I can't, man! I got something going on right now!"

"Uh, Bork, can you take the talking part of Schwoz out of here, please?" The young woman asked the strongman politely as her hand grew clammy at the glimpse of Hudson wearing Henry's mask that caught her eye and Henry quickly covered his face with a tissue before Ray completely lost it. He was gonna, he was gonna lose all of his shit and scream and shout, but he hadn't noticed yet and that gave them time to prepare and panicked as Schwoz's head was wheeled away.

"No, no, wait, wait, you have to take my feet, no! Stay alive, I will find you! He cried as Bork dragged him off to the hidden rooms behind the supercomputer and (y/n) had about five seconds of pointing and eyebrow gestures to silently interrogate the teens about why the fuck were there a bunch of unknown kids in the hideout and why was wearing a superhero's mask and costume. The worried, panicked, terrified, nervous, crazed hand gestures and pained expressions she got in return weren't telling a good story.

"Hey, Henry, who's in the... Hey, aren't those the Game Shaker kids?" Ray's head tilted in confusion as he finally saw the snoozing group and recognised who they were. He wasn't shouting yet, but that was because he hadn't heard the worst of it, so (y/n) latched herself onto one of his arms, preparing him and herself to hear what must've been terrible, terrible news.

"Okay, now, don't get mad, hug (y/n). Go on, hug (y/n), she keeps you calm 'cause she's your girlfriend and you love her so, hug her, please." Henry started, pointing to the woman on Ray's arm and the man frowned at his weirdly calm voice and his instructions. He followed them regardless of the strangeness of their nature, he'd never turn down an opportunity to hug his girl, but something was still bugging him. (y/n) did keep him calm when he overreacted and the way Henry spoke, it was like he was trying to tame a wild animal before it bolted.

"Henry, they're waking up!" Charlotte hissed as she noticed the Game Shakers mumbling and twitching, the side effects of the green lasers Henry had used on them wearing off. He'd panicked, knocked them and his sister out and called the girl, who he thought would know what to do, but unfortunately, Charlotte was just as out of her depth as he was. More so when she saw Ray's confusion slowly hardening into anger, even with his sweet girl running her hands up and down his chest in an effort to keep him from losing it.

"What? Oh, shhhh—Charlotte, open the elevator door. Come on, go, go!" He told her, thinking on his feet since he really didn't want to laser them all again. He could just lock them up, it was fine. She did as she was told and once the door was open he shoved the recycling tub inside before running to the control panel and flipping the power level, effectively using the elevator as a prison. All the while, Ray's hold on his girlfriend was getting incredibly tight, so much that she was worried for herself a bit (super-healing always helped her panic) and him since she had no idea how he was going to react to what had so obviously happened.

"Uh, what's going on? Why do I have to hug my girlfriend?" The man asked, his face showing that he wanted a straight answer and that for once, he was in no mood for games. Henry was sweating, Charlotte was buzzing, he could practically taste their anxiety, and it was rubbing off on him, which, in turn, rubbed off on (y/n). It really wasn't a good situation for anyone.

"Hey, why don't we all go and have some hot chocolate?" "Could we?" Charlotte and Henry suggested, hoping that they could use their boss's love of food to help them get away from this, but not even they could distract Ray right now, not even (y/n) as she squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her forehead on the man's chest, bracing herself for a shitstorm. The adorable, goofy personality was gone and instead, there was a fuming, seriously strong superhero standing in front of them, demanding their honesty and loyalty as they kept their secret from him.

"Henry!" Ray snapped, his heart pounding as he saw them both gulp and felt his girl shiver. His blood ran cold at the thought of intimidating her, she felt so small and he forgot how huge and terrifying he could be when angry, so he cursed himself for losing control in front of her and raised a gentle hand to pet her hair, just as the Game Shakers started crying and banging for help. Their cries made him tense again, but he bit back his sharp tongue, fearing that he'd say or do something he'd regret that would make her whimper more and just the thought of that made him hurt so bad, he kept it all in, just for her.

"The—the Hudson kid, he found my gum and blew a bubble," Henry confessed, walking past his boss with his hand raking through his hair as he felt his terror rising. He was worried for himself, for Ray, for his new friends, for everything and the way Ray's face seemed to crumble with fear, disappointment and anger made it worse.

"Oh, shit, Henry..." (y/n) mumbled, ripping herself away from Ray as the panic infected her too, making her lose sight of what she really needed; his arms around her, his comforting words in her ear, telling her it would be okay. She just started pacing, her eyes screwed shut and a hand on her mouth to stop any pained noises escaping her. Ray's eyes followed her like she'd ripped out his heart and his brain automatically jumped to conclusions, assuming that she was scared of him at that moment and felt like...his arms weren't home, they were dangerous and that broke him when Henry kept going.

"And then he turned into...you know like me." He admitted, seeing how his big plan of keeping Ray with (y/n) was going to shit as the woman wrapped her arms around herself and not him, thinking that if she made herself small, then the pain would hurt less. She didn't want Ray to be mad, she didn't want Henry to lose his job, she didn't want those kids to pay the price for an accident, she didn't want any of it.

"And everyone saw?!" Ray interrogated his sidekick, his face growing red and the veins on his neck popping out as he struggled to cope with two crushing blows at once. Henry had screwed up his secret identity and possibly put his entire life's work in jeopardy and even more heartbreakingly, he had screwed up with his girl, again. How could he keep her safe if she didn't feel that with him? He'd vowed to protect her from everything she was scared of, he had never thought that he'd be on that list or that she'd be standing a few metres away from him and he'd feel like they were worlds apart. Maybe he'd judged it wrong, maybe it wasn't the right time for the ring, maybe it was but not with him...

"Yes! Yes! They all saw, man, they all saw! And the—then that—that Kenzie girl, she figured out that I'm Kid Danger!" Henry shrieked, everything just pouring out of him like he couldn't stop it, he just wanted to tell the truth even if it could make things worse for him. He was in too deep and had gone too far to lie now. "Oh my god..."

"And then—and then, I freaked out, I freaked out, man, I freaked out and then, I just...I just..." Henry panted his fingers grazing over his whiz watch as every moment replayed in his mind and he felt like he could breathe like the walls were closing in on him as Ray got closer, demanding an answer, which only made it worse. "You just what?!"

"Raymond!" (y/n) snapped, her eyes burning into him with a fury that made him back off like he'd been wounded, his heart bleeding once again as her anger was directed at him again. Now, she was scared and mad, this couldn't be good, this could only mean that she wouldn't be in his bed tonight and the next and the next, what if he'd finally done it? What if this disaster was what drove them apart? Not seeing his inner turmoil, (y/n) put her hands on Henry's shoulders and turned the kid's face in her direction, even though he couldn't meet her eyes. "Henry, I want you to take some deep breaths and tell me what happened..."

"And then, I just started zapping, (y/n/n). And I—I—I just couldn't stop, I zapped everyone...and then I zapped my sister! I zapped my sister, man!" Henry sobbed, finally letting his tears escape as he broke down and curled into Ray's chest to cry, squishing (y/n) in between the two of them as she hugged him back. Charlotte watched awkwardly as Ray tried to comfort his sidekick, not knowing if he was doing the right thing since the last time he'd tried to comfort someone, she'd pulled herself away. Oh god, was being pressed against him making her uncomfortable right now? Why was she crying too?

"Henry...hey, Henry, yeah, look at me, you're not in trouble, but we gotta fix this. And you need to stop crying because seeing you cry makes me cry! So come on, dry your eyes and get out your gum, 'cause Captain Man needs both his sidekicks right now." She pulled away from the kid, both of their eyes red and puffy from all the emotion washing over them, but once it melted away, they were left with a sense of calm and level heads. Ray's heart skipped a beat at her mention of him needing them and it couldn't have been truer; he wanted to reach out and touch her, kiss her, tell her he was sorry for being...monstrous, but he thought she'd heard enough from him for one night and chose to just silently dig around for his tube.

"Okay, yeah, you're right. We can fix this, right Ray?" Henry asked his boss, looking hopeful that he wasn't about to fire him or say that the consequences of his fuck-up were irreparable. Ray clenched his jaw and shoved a gumball in his mouth, his movements mirroring his sidekicks' albeit with much more ferocity behind them, which made the air freeze as they waited for his reply. Jeez, he definitely looked furious, tense, like if they said one more thing he'd started throwing fists.

"Yeah, we'll use the memory-wiper. They won't remember a thing." Ray grumbled, standing in a wide space so he could snap into his suit, although he'd also factored in how she needed space from his temper and he needed space to calm down. It wasn't the best method out there and certainly not the kindest, but they didn't really have any other choice, not that (y/n) could hold her tongue. Ray normally took her advice on board, factored it into his equation and listened to her when no one else wanted to, but he wasn't in a good place right now.

"We could try something differe—" She argued, knowing that they should at least talk to the kids first and see what they had to say before they removed every memory in their heads, but the way his head snapped to meet her gaze, a cold, hard sternness in his eyes, it made her words run dry and his harshness plugged the silence.

"It's not up for discussion." He told her coldly, in the harshest voice he'd ever used with her and it was like time stopped. Henry and Charlotte looked at him with shocked, almost angry expressions at the tone he decided to use and blowing the bubbles felt numb for (y/n) like she was in a goldfish bowl looking out at the muffled world around her. Her super suit materialised around her, not that she felt it, she could just feel her heart breaking as she wondered what she'd done wrong and if there was anything she could do to make it better.

With their suits on, Ray went to grab the memory wiper and Henry stumbled over to the elevator's controls, with (y/n) hovering somewhere in the middle. The tension was thick in the air and the screams and shouts in the elevator were getting louder, but even still, Ray was determined to do this, he saw no other way.

"All right, kid, time to clean up your mess." The superhero grumbled, turning up the power on the device in his hand. He didn't want to do it, it's not like he enjoyed wiping the brains of kids, far from it, neither did he like how it divided his Man Cave into different opinions and disrupted the playful harmony in there. The sooner they did this, the sooner things could get back to normal, whatever normal was.

"You don't have to say it like that." (y/n) muttered, getting out of the way so she wouldn't get blasted accidentally and she hated the way her feet took her back to Ray's side like they knew it was safest there. It was, it was always gonna be safe with him, she just didn't know if he was okay with her being there.

"Come on, man. Do we really have to erase their memories?" Henry asked Ray, praying that by some miracle, or maybe by having (y/n) back in close proximity, he'd change his mind and suddenly say that they could be left alone, but it was wishful thinking.

"Yes! And turn the elevator power back on and open the door. Sweet girl, get back, I don't want you forgetting too." The man ordered, his tone softening slightly at the end as one arm pushed his girlfriend behind his shoulder. Okay, that made her heart flutter and she swallowed to keep her emotions under control. It was just his temper, she shouldn't take it to heart and knowing that he wanted her next to him was a good start for calming things down.

Henry flipped the lever again as Ray entered the settings on the memory wiper, his muscles tense under (y/n)'s fingertips when she tested to see if he'd left her touch his back. He did, of course, he welcomed her touch, thankful that she wasn't so scared that she couldn't be with him anymore and some of his frustration melted away when her cheek rested on his shoulder blade. Maybe it was a misunderstanding...

"Arghhhh, that's bright!" "Are we in heaven?" Kenzie and Hudson gasp as the Game Shaker kids were finally freed from the elevator, all of them blinded by the bright, flashing lights as they stumbled around in their pyjamas. The Man Cave had that effect on a lot of people and they blinked in awe as they saw Captain Man, Kid Danger, Miss Danger and some other girl stood there looking awkward and nervous.

"Hey, kids..." Ray smiled tightly whilst (y/n) poked out from behind him, properly revealing herself to the teens. It broke her heart to know that in a few minutes, they wouldn't remember any of this or any one, but she daren't say anything, not when Ray was still quite mad.

"Hello, everyone," "Good evening..." Henry and (y/n) greeted away warmly, standing next to Ray so the group was isolated and Babe blinked at Charlotte. She knew who the heroes were, but this girl was a complete stranger and she was fairly certain that this was all a dream. Or maybe this was all very real and her life had just gotten a bit crazier.

"Oh, uh, my name is Daenerys Targaryen...and pretend I'm not here," Charlotte told the kids, ignoring how crazy it seemed to be named after a fantasy character, but honestly, the teens weren't that interested in her, they just wanted to know how and why they were in this whacky place.

"What happened to us?" "What is this place?" Kenzie and Trip asked, still blinking under the lights and seeing as though he was about to ruin their lives, Ray figured that a calm, soothing tone would be the best approach as he replied to them. He didn't want to scare them, that would be so annoying, having to chase down the kids as they tried to run away from the memory wiper's beams. It was just easier this way.

"Hi, everyone. Welcome to the Man Cave. Now, if you kids will just look this way, please. Look towards me, I'm just gonna use this to take a pic of you guys!" He lied, trying to seem honest, even though the device in his hands looked nothing like a camera, but at least it rolled Hudson, but then again, nearly everything fooled that kid.

"Oh, yeah. That's a great idea. Come on, everyone, let's get in close." The blond boy smiled and wrapped his arms around his friends so they could all huddle in. The girls and Trip were a little weirded out, but said nothing as Hudson squished them all together, their lips twitching into confused smiles as Ray aimed the wiper at them, powering it up to fire, but...

"All right, stop it! If you're gonna wipe their memories, you should at least have the guts to tell 'em." Henry stopped Ray at the last moment, making Charlotte and (y/n) peek out from behind their fingers as the Game Shakers gasped in horror. He was planning on doing what to them?! Pic, their asses, Captain Man was a born liar and hearing about his devious plan made them splutter. "What? Wipe our memories?!"

"Ahhh, it's fine, it's fine. It's just a camera...with a trigger. Okay, everyone, smile and say amnesia." Ray brushed off their worrying, taking aim as the teens panicked, Henry holding (y/n) back as she itched to help them or stop her dumb boyfriend or something, but he couldn't bear the thought of the man snapping at her again. His boss had a tendency to be a little destructive and so God help him, he was not gonna let him ruin the best thing in his life just because he was having a bad day. No way, Jose.

"WAIT! Wait, um, if—if you wipe our memories, we won't be able to make the cool game about you!" Babe stopped, thinking on her feet as Ray's pointer finger licked the trigger, freezing when she mentioned his video game. Smart girl, using Ray's ego was a sure-fire way to get what they wanted, mainly to retain the memories, and it made Ray pause for a moment as Kenzie took her best friend's idea and ran with it. "Yeah, and we had all those amazing ideas."

"I know, too bad, right?" Babe sighed, Trip hurriedly agreeing with them as Ray seriously considered what they were saying. He really wanted that damn game, but he had his rules and authority to think about, would he just throw all that away.

"Wait, wait like what ideas?" Yes, yes, he would do that. He was technically just testing the waters, trying to see if the kids were bluffing or not, but the idea had caught his attention and honestly, he was swaying. If they played their cards right, they were in with a chance here.

"Just stuff, like you, Captain Man, and Kid Danger and Miss Danger, travelling through time, fighting—fighting moon robots!" Babe answered, making most of it up on the spot, but she had long honed her bluffing skills and the details piqued Ray and Henry's interests. (y/n) wasn't particularly bothered about being in the game, but she saw the way her boyfriend's muscles loosened and how the memory wiper was slowly being put down, so she was willing to back it all the way. She could fight moon robots, she'd fight anything if it meant things went back to normal. "Yeah, moon robots!"

"And other villains from history." "And from the future!" Trip added, knowing that the more detail they added, the more it seemed like they'd actually thought this through and when Captain Man stroked his chin, looking all thoughtful, they held their breath. Please, no memory-wiping, please, no memory-wiping...

"Hmmm, so like a time travel angle." He pondered, loving the idea of him, plus his two sidekicks, kicking ass throughout history. That did sound awesome and just knowing that his name and face would be out there even more for people to recognise and adore, that just won him over pretty much.

"Yeah, yeah and we'll call it..." Kenzie trailed off, trying to think of something clever as Hudson wandered around the room, finally stopping when he found Schwoz's feet. He poked them, prodded them, tickled the soles so his toes wriggled and just knowing that there were someone's legs left unattended was fascinating to him.

"Crime Warp!" "Yes, Crime Warp! That's definitely the name!" Babe and Kenzie shouted, coming up with a reasonably cool name from the top of their heads and by the look of the mystified glaze in Ray's eyes, he loved it. It was mysterious, edgy and all about him (and (y/n) and Henry, but that's just semantics), what's not to love? "Crime Warp..."

"This game sounds pretty sick, dude!" Henry whispered in his ear, tapping (y/n)'s arm so she'd get close to him and encourage him too. It wasn't a lie, he loved the idea too, but the woman's voice in his ear always twisted his arm because he was wrapped around her little finger, even if his moodiness did sour things sometimes.

"And it's all about you, sweetheart..." She purred to him, carefully hugging his arm and smiling, trying to see if he would warm up just a little and it worked. It worked a lot. Ray removed his arm from her hold, making her smile drop for just a second before it went around her shoulders, bringing her body to his slightly so he could plant a kiss on her hairline, making her release a breathy laugh. It was like things were settled between them again, not in a verbal way, they'd talk it straight later, but for now, they felt...okay and that was good.

"I know, I know, sweet girl. I know." He whispered, back, standing straighter to act like nothing was happening, their hushed voices were just them having a brief pow-wow, but on the inside, his heart was fluttering. She wasn't scared, she was smiling, she didn't shun his touch, she curled into him more and when he pulled back, her hand stayed in his, keeping them connected through anything.

"But, we can't make games without our memories." "It's simple biology." Trip and Kenzie argued, making Ray consider what they were saying for a moment. He couldn't have his cake and eat it, he couldn't wipe their memories and keep the promise of a cool game about him, so he was left with a decision, do it or don't do it.

"Hey, whose feet are these?" Hudson asked, tickling Schwoz's feet with delight as they wriggled, making (y/n) look over for a moment as she heard the small man giggle in the hidden corridor. Right, she couldn't explain that phenomenon, so she just had to get the kid away from Schwoz before he peed himself from the laughter. "Hey, leave those alone, you don't know who they belong to or where they've been."

Hudson immediately ran back to Trip's side, hiding behind his back as he got a strange, unnatural feeling from the feet and he deemed it best to keep well away. Going back to the important matter at hand, Babe, Kenzie and Trip looked at Captain Man with hopeful eyes, hoping he'd spare them because they certainly hold up their side of the bargain if he did. However, when Ray went to open his mouth, the answer ready on the tip of his tongue, the computer alarm sounded, drawing the superheroes' attention away abruptly.

"Uh, what's that?" Babe asked, wondering what the invasive racket was and why the screens were flashing red. Charlotte ran over immediately, reading the monitor since that was kinda her job. "Breaking news."

"Go check it out," Ray told her, earning himself a stern glare since that was her plan the entire time. Why did he think she was walking if not to see what all the fuss was about? And, he was a tad rude; just because he was the boss didn't mean he couldn't use his manners, something his girlfriend always encouraged when he was getting a bit above himself. "What's that magic word we talked about for when you want someone to do you a favour?"

"Please," Ray added, squeezing her fingers in a silent apology as Charlotte accepted his answer. Was that so hard? Jeez, thank god (y/n) was around, he'd have them doing all sorts of laborious shit (something they'd witnessed with that whole parallel universe crap, Ray going off the rails without his soulmate).

"There was trouble tonight in New York City." Trent Overrunder started the report, grabbing everyone's attention as the news flashed up on the monitors. Upon hearing the native city's name, the Game Shakers ran over, Ray, (y/n) and Henry close behind them so they could listen for their job. Technically, it was out of their jurisdiction, New York being on the opposite side of the States, but if the need was dire, then they'd go anywhere; Captain Man would always help anyone if they asked for it.

"Also known as the Big Pear," Mary added, not realising that she'd mixed up her fruits, but the sentiment was there, not that Trent was any less forgiving, as usual.

"That's wrong, Mary." He told her, not caring how his colleague's face fell at how she'd messed up again, on national TV of all things. His face remained emotionless like he was just gonna brush over her sadness and not make her feel better, something which rubbed (y/n) the wrong way.

"I hate that guy. Why's he always gotta be so mean to her?" She whined, feeling Ray's arms snake around her waist and pull her back into his chest where he could keep all of her worries away. He knew how much she wanted to give Mary a hug for all the shit she went through and it just made him smile at how naturally caring she was. Yeah, something was up and he probably should've given it his full attention, but he couldn't, not when she looked over her shoulder and brushed her lips over his, the gentlest kiss they'd ever shared, but one they needed more than they realised.

"Anyway, tonight, a brutal attack was attempted on famous rapper, Double G Griffin when he was in his office, grilling a steak." Trent carried on, sending the Game Shakers into a deep shock and panic. Their friend, boss and dad was attacked? What the fuck? They had so many questions concerning his safety, why, how, when and who, but none had more than Trip, who felt faint at the news. He couldn't lose his dad...

"My dad was attacked?!... Okay, that's disgusting." He cried but was quickly shushed as the anchors started talking again, making him wipe away the saliva that covered his cheeks. They listened eagerly, their ears straining for every word so that they would know every detail, even if the story got worse the more it went on.

"And according to New York Police, the attackers claim to have been hired by a criminal from right here in Swellview, Doctor Minyak." The man went on, the superheroes' hair standing on end when they heard the name. That bastard, he couldn't keep it local, he just had to move out of their patch, but if he thought that they wouldn't chase after him, then he had another thing coming. He was a Swellview criminal, which meant he was still their problem.

"Minyak..." Ray growled, his arms tightening around his girl as his anger picked up again, but this time, it was well-justified. The doctor had crossed a serious line, bringing violence to the table and hurting innocents just to get under his skin and it took every ounce of restraint in his body and the feeling of (y/n) conjoining their hands to stop him from losing it again. He was glad she was there and glad that she seemed as ready to kick Minyak's ass as he was, Henry too. They didn't have much love for brutality either.

"That's the guy that was trying to stop my dad from doing the revenge charity concert." Trip exclaimed, shaking Babe's arm with every word, something he didn't realise he was doing until his grip got too tight and she yanked it away from him. She didn't need a bruise, not when they were gonna come up with a plan to save/protect Dub. "Yeah, I'm following along."

"Luckily, Double G was unharmed, but thanks to a box of fireworks, two of his main bodyguards, Bunford Simmons and Rutherford. P Ainsworth were very harmed." Trent reported, making the kids whine in sympathy as they heard the terrible, terrible news. They loved the bodyguards and would hate if anything bad happened to them and it had, so their day/night wasn't going so good.

"They'll be resting painfully in the hospital for a while, but the two bodyguards are expected to make a full recovery." Well, that was some good news, at least. No permanent damage, but it still meant Dub was unprotected and that Minyak was probably swanning around thinking his plan was gonna work for once. Like they'd ever let him contemplate that notion, he needed to know he was a loser, a cowardly, smug loser who didn't stand a chance against three superheroes and a bunch of disgruntled kids.

"I guess they forgot to guard their own bodies." Mary smiled, proud of her little wordplay even if the timing was a little awkward and morbid. Trent though, was repulsed by her humour and rather than just grin and bear it like most polite people would do, he simply stood up and walked off set, leaving the poor, blonde lady to wilt in disappointment. What an asshole.

"This is a disaster!" Trip cried, walking away from the supercomputer in a frantic fashion as he thought about the very real danger his father was in right now. No one knew how eccentric he could be, not like Ruthless and Bunny, no one knew how to keep him safe from nutters like Minyak as they did, what were they gonna do if there was another attack at the concert?

"No, no, come on. They said Bunny and Ruthless are gonna be all right." Babe followed him, her voice calm as she tried to stop his worrying, but it didn't help all that much. They still had a huge problem; who was gonna protect Double G now? They needed someone who would actually stand a chance against Minyak, someone who knew how he worked and how he thought, someone who had an excellent track record against him.

"But they're in the hospital! Resting painfully!" He snapped a reply, not meaning to be spiteful, but his emotions were running high until his eyes landed on Ray, (y/n) and Henry, wait a second... "Captain Man, Miss Danger, Kid Danger, you guys gotta come back to New York with us to protect my dad. Please!"

They thought about it for a minute, debating whether it was their problem if it was in an entirely different city, but this was Minyak, he was their problem, they angered him. It was technically, kinda their fault, not that they'd ever admit it and when Ray looked at his sidekicks, they gave him subtle nods. They were all in, willing to do what was right, but he wanted to bargain, just a little. "You guys swear you're gonna make a super cool game about me, Miss Danger and Kid Danger?"

"Yes!" "Totally!" Their enthusiastic replies were instantaneous, (y/n) and Henry giving Ray the side-eye of mild disgust at how he didn't agree unreservedly as they did. Seriously, the stupid game again? That's what he was bidding a man's life against? Another thing to be added to the pile for stern words about with his girlfriend later and more grovelling for him. He never learned. The moment was drawn out for a few seconds, Ray walking over to the magic box containing Schwoz's feet just so he could add a touch of drama, his mind already made up.

"Well, kid, sweet girl...looks like we're going to New York!" Ray broke the news with a smile, (y/n) tackling him in a flying hug as the teens breathed a sigh of relief at him accepting their request for help. He couldn't say no, it wasn't in his nature and it went against every moral fibre of his that screamed for justice, not to mention how his sweet girl would never forgive him, he could never have said no. Henry and Charlotte shared a grin too, ecstatic that they got to go on a trip they'd always wanted to go on (of course, it was about their duty too) and they also smiled at how the lovey-dovey couple were as much in love with each other as they had always been, if not more so.

"Thank you." (y/n) mumbled into Ray's ear, feeling like she should say it just to show him how she appreciated, no, admired his kindness, how he was willing to help a bunch of kids in a city that he had nothing to do with, merely because it was the right thing to. His arms tightened around her, taking most of her weight as she stood on her tiptoes and his cheek fell against the crown of her head, him feeling like she shouldn't be thanking him, he should be thanking her for sticking around when he was an asshole. No girl could leave Captain Man, they sought the fame, his good looks, his endless charm, but none stayed when all that fell, leaving him as a normal guy with normal feelings, a temper and fame that stretched to his working life and nothing else. (y/n) stayed and he was thankful for that, she loved everything, the good and the bad.

"S'okay. I'm sorry for shouting earlier, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you, not when you were just trying to help." He replied, one hand stroking her face tenderly, his thumb running over her cheekbone as he tried to convey every ounce of remorse he felt in a twenty-three-word sentence. She was so sweet and he was so bitter at times, he wondered what did make her stay, why she didn't leave for someone who didn't have the baggage he did, the stress, the constant possibility that one emergency call might be their last if something went horribly wrong.

"It's all right. You're human, you're allowed to feel angry. Captain Man isn't indestructible on the inside and that's okay." She said softly, her hand resting on his cheek too so she could show him the same tenderness. It was just about him keeping her safe, it worked the other way too and by no means did she expect him to be perfect, he wasn't a robot, he screamed, he shouted, he did dumb shit sometimes and whilst it hurt when he was prickly with her, she always brushed it off because she knew him and knew that him at his worst was miles apart from him at his best. She stayed because she loved him, all of him.

"I love you, sweet girl. Always, even when I'm stupid and I don't show it, I love you." He mumbled, unaware of how Charlotte and Henry were still smirking, the Game Shaker kids whispering giddily amongst themselves about flying home with three superheroes. He didn't care, not when she snuggled closer and pressed a short but very sweet kiss to his lips, pulling back to lean their foreheads together.

"And I love you. Always, whether you're Captain Man or Ray Manchester, I love all of you." She replied, feeling like the Man Cave was quiet for just a moment, even with all the chattering and thrumming machines. It was peaceful between them and that meant their home was peaceful too...until Schwoz opened his big, fat mouth.

"Are we really going to New York?!" The small man shouted excitedly from the other room, assuming that the announcement extended to him too. he just had to put himself back together and he'd be with them, after all, he'd always wanted to go to the Big Apple (not pear, sorry, Mary).

"Yeah, but not you, Schwoz!" Ray shouted back, feeling a little awkward at how he'd misunderstood the situation. This was a protect and kick-ass kinda mission, two things Schwoz wasn't particularly good at. No, he needed to stay here and watch the Man Cave, both pieces of him.

"Oh, come on! Just take my upper half!" He whined, trying to convince them like he could fit into an overhead storage locker or something. Yeah, like they could get half a man past the border, just hearing his voice sent the New York kids into a perplexed horror.

"No thanks, Schwoz, that is both weird and disgusting!" (y/n) replied flatly, wishing he'd just shut it about going on the damn trip so she could get back to kissing her boyfriend, who smiled awkwardly at the teens as he kept screaming about his halves. There was never a normal day in the Man Cave...

~The next day, Double G's concert, backstage~

Well, they'd made it, the Big Apple! Broadway, Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, bagels, yellow cabs, angry people, Time Square, Central Park, the Empire State Building, everything was just pure NYC. Dub's concert was a few minutes from going live and everyone was getting into position.

Charlotte and Trip were in the broadcasting room, having used his fame and status as Double G's son to get past the security and questions people threw at them, and now, they were Ray's eyes in the sky, watching everything from every angle. Hudson, Babe and Kenzie were hanging out in different areas backstage, casually strolling around to see if they could spot Minyak, with Ray and (y/n) having stressed a "no engagement policy". They just said what they saw, they'd do all the hard work. The heroes' had to get close to Dub if they were gonna guard his body as bodyguards so they'd come up with a brilliant if embarrassing, plan. Backup Dancers, oh yeah.

The boys got to look like two adorable pharaohs, blending in with the stage's Egyptian theme and (y/n) wasn't much different. She managed to swipe a spare costume from some unsuspecting dancer and surprisingly, it fit pretty damn well. They'd have to ignore her minimal makeup, she had no time to go full Egyptian Goddess, but with the accessories, shimmery halter top and skirt, plus her gold sneakers, she looked the part and Ray was more than appreciative of the way her ass and hips were accentuated in the outfit.

(Sorry about the quality, this was the best screenshot I could grab <3)

"Henry, Ray, (y/n), you copy? Henry? Ray? (y/n)?" Charlotte's concerned voice came through on their earpieces, distracting them from getting their costumes straight. Jeez, they only needed a minute, they couldn't look like a mess of international TV, people would be scrutinising them, well, it would reflect on Double G if his dancers looked weird. "Where are you guys?"

"Okay, hey, Char. We're on stage, no sign of Doctor Minyak yet." Henry reported into his watch, (y/n) biting her lip when her hand slid up Ray's arm, the muscles that rippled under her fingers completely exposed in his pharaoh tunic. Yeah, maybe she should've been concentrating a bit more, but she couldn't help give his bicep a quick squeeze, not when he deliberately flexed to make her swoon even harder. He was loving her attention, her outfit, her everything way too much to say it was supposed to be a stealth mission.

"Copy that," Charlotte replied, ending their connection for the time being so they could concentrate on their spying and she and Trip could work on the monitors. He had to be somewhere, there was no way he'd call them, swear revenge and attack the rapper for nothing, he was just being sneaky, like usual.

"Babe, Kenzie, it's (y/n), can you hear me?" The woman moved onto the next pair after she'd finished ogling her boyfriend, promising herself that she could worship his god-like chest and arms later when they'd wrapped this up. The girls picked up immediately, recognising her voice despite the name drop. They knew where the Man Cave was, they knew about Henry, it only made sense that they knew her and Ray's identities, after swearing never to tell, of course, them being way too honoured by the privilege to even think of betrayal.

"We do." "Go for Kenzie." They replied softly, trying to not seem suspicious to anyone around them by talking into their borrowed whiz watches. The last thing they wanted to do was tip-off Minyak, who no doubt had brought some goons with him, meaning there could be eyes and ears everywhere. That was why Ray was being so careful, he needed to stay one step ahead of Minyak if he was gonna spoil his plan.

"Yeah, uh, for the Captain Man, Miss Danger, Kid Danger game..." Ray butted in, thinking that since he couldn't see anything, for the time being, they could negotiate and plan a little more, despite his girlfriend making the call to ask some proper questions, not chat about the dumb game. Henry groaned, she smacked her forehead, but Ray either didn't hear or didn't care 'cause he wasn't bothered, he just turned and admired his girlfriend's figure.

"I mean, I was gonna ask if they've seen anything but okay." She muttered, noting the way his gaze trailed up her thighs and you'd think her having her hands on her hips would tell him to focus, but his pupils dilated and he just smirked, pretty pleased with the view he was getting. Soft thighs for days...

"Yeah, I just think I should have really big muscles, like even bigger than the ones I actually have." He told the girls, having been prompted by his girl feeling up his arms and it was like instant inspiration. He wasn't ignorant of the fact that she had a thing for his arms and how insanely huge they always seemed to be compared to her smaller figure and because of the way his biceps made her quiver, he just thought that they should stress that it was the game, give her something to blush about every time she played it. Almost like a subtle reminder of what/who was waiting for her at the end of the day; his muscles would always find a way to drag her onto his chest where she always slept best before finally settling around her waist for the night. Yeah, his muscles were great.

"Now is not the time for that and stop staring at your girlfriend!" Henry hissed into his watch, watching as (y/n) flushed and Ray winced from the loud feedback. He definitely got the message, the young woman even more so when she remembered who else was in on the frequency, namely a load of kids who didn't need to know how she and her boyfriend constantly drilled over each other. Henry and Charlotte were used to it, but that didn't mean the Game Shakers had to be.

"Will you guys just keep an eye on my dad?" Trip asked impatiently, feeling like everyone, mainly the superheroes AKA their main line of defence, were getting distracted. If his dad hurt then they will have failed and he wasn't gonna let that happen.

"Yeah, it's all good, Triple G. We got eyes on Double G right now." Henry soothed him, the three of them watching as Dub did some...butt exercises? His instructor was really working his hips, loosening them up for the concert, but never mind the weirdness, at least he was in their line of sight and he was out of trouble. If the guy needed to wiggled his butt, then that was fine by them.

"What are you two doing?" (y/n) asked the boys in confusion when her head snapped to her left and right and she saw that they were taking the instructors orders as their own and copying Dub's acting by shaking their butts and thrusting their hips. Lord have mercy on her filthy, sinful soul, just watching Ray move like that, it dragged her mind to the gutter, her cheeks darkening ever so slightly as they scrambled for an answer.

"Hmmm? What was that, sweet girl?" "Huh? Hmmm?" They stuttered, stopping as she knitted her eyebrows together and gave them both a judgemental look. Okay, weird but she could move on, she had to if she had any hope of not dragging her boyfriend off in search of a spare janitor's closet.

"Whatever, let's just go." She told them, taking Ray's hand and dragging him off the stage so they could keep looking for Minyak or any of his lowlife minions. It was nearly time for the show, just fifteen minutes or so and Minyak was already in the building, over the stage, in fact, plotting Double G's demise with Nurse Cohort by his side. This was gonna be the one, the one where he succeeded and regained his notoriety for finally foiling those who tried to stop him. His device, something of his own invention, was gonna turn Dub into a howling, raving idiot and embarrass him in front of millions, how intrinsically evil was that?

~Ten minutes later~

"Double G!...Double G!...Double G!" The crowd chanted, pumped for their hero's appearance on stage as the lights dimmed. This was it, the big moment, the cameras were rolling, the stage was set, everything and everyone was in place, including Minyak, all anyone had to do now, was wait for the man himself to appear on his podium and the music to start.

Dub's ass lit up on stage, two, luminescent G's on his pants so his logo would be the first thing people saw and now it made sense that he was doing butt exercises a short while beforehand. The beat picked up and so did the sway of his hips, his butt moving from side to side just like his coach had instructed him and it was a pretty funny yet incredible way to start the show, definitely a Dub special. The G logo stopped shaking as the beat reached a crescendo, the gold glitter sparkling under the lights when he fell to the sound of "drop that", illuminating the stage in a pyrotechnic explosion as sparks flew and the crowd roared.

There he was, Double G, stood in the darkness like he was blinded by the lights, but he owned the stage, commanded it and this was all part of his act. The lights turned on, smoke spreading across the room as he stepped forward on a golden platform, flanked by two more G's on the left and right as the screams deafened him.

"MIC!! SHADES!!" He yelled, both items appearing in his hands as if by magic, a trick that wowed both the people in-house and those around the world, watching from their homes. He slid the shades over his eyes like he was donning his Double G persona with that mere gesture and with the order for the audience, both in the arena and elsewhere, to scream, the show officially began as he ran up some stairs to a higher level.

"I go by the name! Double! G!" He screamed, prompting the dancers backstage to rush to their places, ready to rush on as soon as he started rapping. Ray, (y/n) and Henry, being in costume, were ushered with them, their heart rates increasing as they realised that they'd have to go one with no practice, no rhythm and no clue what they were doing. This was gonna be fun.

"I'm livin' ma life, you wishin' you could, I do ma own thing, I do it so good. No key on ma payday, it's right, high key, I'm the gold on the mic. You pay for the show, well I'm in it..." Dub rapped, his dancers knowing the moves, the beat and the superheroes stumbled awkwardly onto the stage and tried to blend in.

"Uh, what are we doing?" Henry asked the couple, (y/n) getting a vague idea of what the dance was since it was the same one from the music video, so she wasn't completely clueless, unlike Henry and Ray who had no idea what was going on. They just needed to look normal.

"Just keep an eye out for Doctor Minyak," Ray told him, more worried about the doctor and whatever he was planning than dancing. He was a superhero, not an entertainer and whilst he would like to feel (y/n)'s hips grinding up against him to the music, they had much bigger things to worry about.

"Hey, we're supposed to be dancers. Don't you know the moves from the music video?" (y/n) hissed at them, roughly copying what her fellow female dancers were doing, feeling a bit heavy-footed with the first few steps, but she was doing better than the boys, who just swung their arms and stamped their feet awkwardly, the young woman getting into it as they built up to the chorus.

"I just do what I do, so you do you! Yeah, and I never fall long! Just do what I do, so you do you! Top dog, I'm a boss! I'm in it to win it, we on! Ma squad is so Gucci, we gone! You talk 'bout my back, but you smile in my face, between ma semmies, we throwin' the shade! I'm drawin' a line in the sand! So, we keep it all in the fam, I know that I make it look easy, livin' so hot, I make you feel crazy!" The music went on, (y/n) really showing her natural rhythm as she copied the female dancers with only a few mistakes in between and she looked like one of them, her mind casting back to the music video she'd seen a million times. Ray and Henry were still awful, but all of them were looking for Minyak, who was ready to pounce.

"Nurse Cohort! It's time!" He exclaimed his special device that made people sound like Wookies still on his wrist. His assistant encouraged him to do it, wanting this whole thing to be over so she could file her nails in peace and Minyak didn't need telling twice. "I shall!"

The doctor climb up to the rigging, supporting his weight on one arm precariously as (y/n) and her newfound squad steamed forward with Dub, her hand on his shoulder like she really had been hired. She was trying to freak out at touching the Double G, telling herself that he was just a person like her and just because he was a gazillionaire didn't mean she should lose it, not when she had one eye showering the crowds and the stage for Minyak. "No! They can't do it like me!"

Being the utter idiot he was, it didn't take long to find Minyak, who slipped as he tried to cling to the rigging and landed face-first on the stage, where the sight of numerous, confused dancers diving out of the way caught the attention of those watching. Double G boogied on as the doctor groaned and got to his feet, Kenzie and Babe rushing to their stage entrance once they'd seen Minyak from their screen.

"You guys! Minyak's on stage!" Babe exclaimed into her watch, instantly piquing the attention of Ray, Henry and (y/n), the latter of whom toned down her danced and slowly moved the back of the troupe once she realised that something was going down. It's fine, she could party with Dub some other time.

"Where?!" Ray asked, his eyes frantically looking for his enemy as his girl grooved back to his side, trying to appear like she was fading out slowly, but with all the action, no one on stage could see what was happing. Minyak was just another body in the sea of people to them.

"He's stage right, next to the big G," Charlotte replied, she and Trip seeing everything from the broadcasting room, meaning that they saw the villain falling down and everything. Great, that meant they'd have to get across to the other side without looking weird or alerting Minyak, two things which were easier said than done.

"There!" Henry pointed and the couple's eyes followed his direction until they saw the man trying to avoid the dancers and all the fun going on around him. He stuck out like a sore thumb and whatever he was up to, it wasn't to wish Dub his congratulations on holding a damn good concert.

"Ugh, Minyak! He's ruining the show!" (y/n) growled, watching as the criminal limped around the stage, dragging the leg he'd injured in his fall and he was clearly causing a disruption that was hellishly confusing for anyone watching on TV. Dub hadn't noticed, or maybe he had and just carried on like a professional, but either way, the supers had to do something before he did something evil.

"Let's go back there," Ray told his sidekicks, seeing the perfect spot behind a big G for them to safely pop some gumballs. Babe and Kenzie had their own little plan of attack whilst they were transforming or whatever, following Minyak to the other side of the stage as he danced and Dub kept singing.

"Okay, guys, let's blow a bubble..." Ray started, throwing some gum into his mouth as his sidekicks stood on either side of him, mirroring his movements. He'd be sad to see (y/n) change out of her cute little dancing clothes, but he loved her in anything, preferred her in nothing, so either way, he was happy.

"And save a Double..." She smirked, turning to Henry so he could finish the rhyme they'd come up with on the flight over to New York and damn, it felt epic to say as they prepared to don their hero attire. "G!" Their bubbles popped, the Egyptian costumes disappeared and in their place stood Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger, ready to kick some doctor butt.

"Let's go attack Minyak." Henry smirked, informing how (y/n) quickly gave Ray's arm a squeeze just because they were now hidden by the suit, but by no means any smaller. They were still rock-solid, full of power and completely hers to fondle and admire; yeah, she liked his arms.

Circling back from around the G, the heroes walked onto the stage, looking to see where Minyak had scurried off to and spotted him pretty much where he had been moments prior, only this time, their striking uniforms stood out amongst the dancers and he immediately knew that they were there to spoil his plan.

"No! Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger! Quick, stop them!" He yelled, his fear spiking when he realised that he wasn't free from justice in New York and that no matter where he ran off to, they were following behind him to protect the innocent citizens of wherever. Ray, (y/n) and Henry rolled their eyes, stepping forward at his empty threats, only to recoil slightly when three masked Jackal dancers blocked their path and revealed themselves to be Billie, Jean and King from the cargo plane. They obviously hadn't learnt their lesson; never deal with Minyak unless you want trouble and face full of fist.

"I think those three dancers are Minyak's goons!" Charlotte told her watch, watching the way they acted in front of the heroes and she thought it was best to warn them, even though they could already sense the danger they were in. Well, danger for the goons, they could take these idiots any day.

"Yeah, we figured that. Don't worry, we'll sort 'em." (y/n) replied quickly, seeing Ray clench his fists in the corner of her eye and once she'd ended her reply, her fists did the same, coming up protectively over her abdomen and chest.

"Sorry, boys, girl, doctor's busy right now." One of the thugs spat, looking up and down at the heroes as if they hadn't received a pasting for crossing them last time. All they needed to do was keep them occupied whilst Minyak lined up his shot for ruining Dub's voice, but it was just Captain Man and his team fighting this battle.

"Oh, gee, that's too bad, 'cause, uh, I got this thing on my hand..." Ray grumbled, flexing his hand like it was cramping up and he stepped forward to the guy who spoke like he was in pain and definitely not like he was about to slug him. The man tilted his head, not having realised that Captain Man wasn't one for boring, he liked to add a bit of spice to his fighting. "What thing?"

"Your face!" The large man exclaimed and punched the goon across the jaw, starting a brawl between the superheroes and Minyak's heavies as they tried to punch their way across the stage, something that drew the doctor's attention. Henry ducked out of the way of Jean's punches, his hyper-motility making him seem like a blur as he jabbed at his gut, making the guy groan in agony as (y/n) took on King.

"Nope, gonna have to hit harder than that, asshole!" She smirked as he tried to punch her across the face like Ray had done to his associate, but no matter how much he tried to break her jaw, her nose, her arms, her legs, rupture her spleen or her kidneys, she just bounced back instantly, fighting through the small bursts of pain before healing back up and getting on with it. She kneed King in the groin, practically purring in victory as he doubled over in pain, allowing her to kick him in the face too. That gotta hurt, but Minyak was taking his final shot and they were all busy scrapping, so desperate times called for desperate measures...

"That's a rap, Double G! No! Hold still!" He growled, trying to get a fix on the man as he danced to his music, meaning he couldn't get a clear shot. That was good, Dub was unknowingly protecting himself from lifelong embarrassment and Charlotte was quick to notice Minyak's shenanigans.

"You guys! Minyak's aiming something at Dub!" The girl told the heroes, not knowing what the something was, but it couldn't be friendly, not when he was scowling like that. Seeing that they needed to get over there and fast, Ray and (y/n) gave their opponents the hardest punches they could, rendering them dazed and confused for a few moments as Henry pummelled his guy's stomach with lightning speed, knocking him to the ground too. Meanwhile backstage, Babe and Kenzie were on a mission of their own, sneaking to the lights guy and with a little distraction, they were able to mess with his controls so the bright stage lights blinded Minyak from his task, buying their friends some time.

"Say goodbye to your voice, Double—Argh!" Minyak groaned as he tried to say another quirky line before he went down in history and he did go down, right after he was kicked in the face back a dancer twirling around the stage. He fell to the floor, dropping his device as he stumbled and clutched his cheek before looking around for the thing that was gonna bring him fame and glory. "My thing! Where did it go?!"

"Captain Man! Miss Danger! Kid Danger! Minyak's weapon is right behind you!" Charlotte's voice came through on their earpieces, she and Trip were still able to see anything and everything. They knew where the thing was, they could see it on the monitor, but they couldn't grab it and it was so frustrating to see it lying there as Minyak struggled for clarity.

"Wait. Where'd you say the weapon is again?" Henry asked, (y/n) and Ray were a little preoccupied with two guys double-teaming them to listen properly. They heard something about the weapon but were a little busy working together to fend the men off, Ray lifting his girl up so she could kick a guy in the face when he came running towards them, him slamming his elbow back into a man's nose when he came running from behind. That kinda thing.

"On the floor!" Charlotte stressed, wishing she could run ad tell them or do it herself, but she wasn't close enough to to the stage and a small break in their brawl allowed (y/n) to search the stage floor as Ray gave her a bit of cover, beating any guy who dared to come near her into a pulp.

"There! Kid, it's on the floor, there!" She yelled, pointing at the wrist thing momentarily before Billie or Jean or King or whoever grabbed her arm, twisting it harshly so she had to give up and fight back, kicking his shin with her steel-toe boot. Seeing where she was gesturing to, Henry made a split-second judgement call and dived for the device thing, sliding along the floor to grab it when a thug grabbed his ankle and yanked him back, leaving the weapon where it laid.

Henry was back into the fray, kicking the guy who grabbed him as the music continued, the dancers danced, Dub rapped and Minyak howled in frustration, scouring the ground for his thingamjiggy. He stormed past Captain Man, who was too busy smacking a guy who'd briefly bruised (y/n) to stop him and made his way up the stairs, going for Dub with or without his invention. He could still ruin the show with his bare hands.

"Man, who the butt are you?!" Dub screamed as he turned and saw some crazy, heavily breathing weirdo claw for him, disrupting the show as he was forced to quit rapping to keep himself safe.

"Doctor Horacio. T Minyak!" He bellowed in response, ready to end this charade once and for all. Meanwhile, the backstage crew were going insane, panicking about what the hell was going on and wondering who the party-crashed was arguing with their star, but no one had an answer and Dub was too much of a professional to let some sick loner ruin his revenge concert for some poor kids.

"If you wanna stop me, this is the wrong time!" Dub screamed, still moving with the music so the crowd wouldn't worry or stampede, but he was very confused and slightly fearful as to what this psycho was doing on his stage. Seriously, where was his security?

"What do you want?!" He screeched again when Minyak lunged for him, the weapon being kicked around on the floor as everyone struggled for control, apart from Kenzie, who poked her head out from the curtains to see what was happening.

"Kenzie! You gotta grab this!" (y/n) shouted after she noticed the girl and shoved the thug trying to restrain her backwards so she could kick it in her direction. The weapon skidded across the stage, landing next to the teen who quickly picked it up, unsure of what to do now that she had it.

"Sweet! What do I do with this?!" She yelled, hoping they could give her some guidance since they were the superheroes, not her. She was just a nerd who made video games with her friends, she wasn't a fighter, she was a Games Shaker.

"Blast Minyak!" Ray replied back with a shout, punching a goon again as he struggled to keep them down. These men were relentless and even though they were nowhere near tired yet, all this crap was getting pretty repetitive. Their advice boggled the brainiac, who had no idea how to "blast Minyak", but she didn't have much time to think about it as a henchman strode towards her, intent on ripping his boss's thing from her hands. The girl screamed and ducked back behind the curtains, seeing Hudson checking out the buffet.

"Hudson! Catch! Blast Minyak!" She screamed, making the boy roar (Minyak had tested his weapon out on him, what a dick) as he received the invention and Billie came into the backstage area, making Kenzie scream again. He ran for Hudson, only to be stopped by two stagehands wheeling a huge G across the room and the boys hopped around it like they were playing tag, only with much more dire consequences. Babe came running when she heard the commotion and seeing his chance to lose the psycho chasing him, he chucked the device in her direction, allowing her to catch it just as Billie grabbed him. He put up a fight, a producer joining him, buying Babe enough time to run back on stage where Minyak had taken Dub to the floor where he'd strangle him or something.

"Babe! Blast Minyak!" Henry instructed her when he saw how she had no clue what to do, and her floundering tuned to a calm smile when she saw how cute he was when fighting. Aw, (y/n) saw the look between them, something that didn't distract her from twisting a thug's arm behind his back, but definitely warmed her heart even in the moment of peril.

"Anything for you, Kid Danger!" She replied sweetly, feeling her heart flutter as Dub pinned Minyak down for ruining his concert. They needed to get this show back to normal and there was no telling was the mad doctor would do next, so there was no time for romance.

"Babe, blast him now!" (y/n) shouted, struggling to watch for any men that might charge at her as the one she was facing grew more and more relentless. Seeing that she had no other options, the girl looked to her left and decided to climb the stage's support structure for a better shot, one where she'd be high enough to get the doctor and not her boss/friend. Billie broke free from backstage, rushing to tackle her from the rigging, which made her freeze in terror, only for Kenzie and Hudson to hold him back with all their strength. Seeing that she was the only one who could do this, she aimed the blaster at Minyak, but Dub was still in the way and she couldn't risk hitting him.

"Dad! Jump! Hurry, dad! Jump!" Trip's voice came over the intercom, reverberating all around the arena as Dub recognised his son's voice. Dub wasn't going to stick around with Minyak for much longer and trusting his son who could see that he'd have the perfect landing, he made the leap of faith, landing perfectly in Ray's arms. Well, it wasn't every day he got to carry a famous rapper bridal style, this was an honour.

"Hello, Double G! Glad I could catch your show." He smirked, so proud of himself for coming up with that quip on the spot and as (y/n) stumbled over to see if they were all right, the couple was shocked to discover that Dub knew who they were. Okay, pinch them, this had to be a dream...

"Captain Man! I love you and Miss Danger! Your girl is hot!" He screamed, making (y/n) blush and squeal to herself at the kind compliment and Ray blushed as he furiously nodded in agreement. His girl was hot and he was also kinda fangirling on the inside at how he'd touched Double G, holy shit. Everyone but Minyak was happy and he just so happened to pick up the leftover mic from when Dub had dropped to safety.

"Stop! Everyone halt your gyrations!" The villain screamed, silencing the festivities as the heroes looked at each other to see what he'd do next. He was unpredictable, anything could come out of his mouth, anything to ruin the concert. "People of the world! Look at me! I am the greatest supervillain of all time!" He screamed into the mic, just as Babe took her shot, free from other people or weirdos trying to attack her, it hit dead centre, making Minyak's head go all fuzzy for a second.

He looked dazed for a few seconds, everyone watching with bated breath for him to say or do something but he just shook his head and stared at the crowd blindly.

"ARGHHHHGHHGGRGHH!" Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. He really did sound like a Wookie and the audience began to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, because the angrier he got, the more his garbled voice became hilarious. Ray and (y/n) giggled with each other as Henry and Dub snorted and Minyak fell to his knees in despair, finally admitting defeat as the world laughed at him. Another plan failed, oh well.

"All right, let's bring it home!" Dub yelled, picking up his mic so they could continue from where they'd left off and the music soon came back on, the crowd getting back into it as Henry and Ray did their little hand clap thing for a job well done and went to walk off the stage, but Dub wasn't gonna have that. They'd saved him, this was their moment as much as his. "Hey, hey, hey! Come on, guys, yeah, yeah!"

"Just do what I want so you do you! And I never fall long!" The man sang again, dragging the heroes to centre stage where they just accepted the fact that they were part of the show now and just accepted it as the dancers came back on. They moved to the rhythm unashamedly, Ray and (y/n) laughing along together as he held onto her hips and she followed the actual routine. She'd have to teach him later.

Hearing Babe, Kenzie and Hudson cheering at the side of the stage, they beckoned them over, knowing that they'd saved the day just as much as they had and they deserved to party too, rub it in Minyak's face a little as he sulked and watched. Charlotte and Trip were quick to join too, the former being a little shy so she just stuck to the back, but Trip tackled his dad in a warm hug, so relieved to see him okay. The dancing continued, the group of the Man Cave team and the Game Shakers entertaining the crowd of thousands.

"Hey, Hen?" (y/n) yelled in the boy's ear, knowing the music would cover up what they were talking about. Plus, everyone's focus was mainly on Dub or maybe Trip, the real celebrities, so she was free to do a little digging as she swayed her hips with Ray, enjoying the feeling of his hands casually running up and down her waist.

"Yeah, what?" The boy asked casually, too focused on his moves to notice the lilt in her voice or the small smirk on her face. He just wanted to keep dancing to Drop That Wat, it was only when she spoke again that he started paying attention.

"So, uh, that Babe girl, over there? She likes you, a lot, I think." She smirked, watching as the kid froze for a second before moving again, although this time he was noticeably less energetic and his eyes quickly darted across the golden GG platform to see the brunette laughing with her friends. Wait, he knew that they'd been a little weird in his house, maybe a little smiley, but really? A crush on him? A Game Shaker? He didn't know how to react to that, but Babe was really pretty and he'd found himself smiling back, laughing when she said something funny...oh, god, did he like her too?

"You really think so?" He asked, the woman laughing at how his eyes were as wide as saucers and how his skin went pale before he blushed. Wow, he was really easy to read when it came to romance and just by the way he bit his lip, she already knew that there were two new lovebirds in her life. She'd watched way too many romcoms to be wrong, she knew cute love stories inside out, apart from when it came to spotting how her best friend was in love with her and had thought she was the most beautiful, intelligent, unattainable woman for ten years before they confessed, but that was neither here nor there.

"Yeah, she obviously has a crush on you. And I mean you, not Kid Danger. Would I be correct in assuming that you like her a bit too?" (y/n) smiled widely, her cheeks aching a bit as Ray twirled her a bit, completely oblivious to their conversation since it was about love and he wasn't very good at noticing that either unless it was pointed or forced out of him. Henry gulped, glancing at Babe again and his breath hitched and that was an answer. He didn't need to say anymore, she just knew when his dancing died down to barely a jig and his face grew into a smile without him even noticing it. Yeah, there it was, the lovesick smile, the one that she, that Ray, that anyone who had ever been in love had given to their crush and Henry Hart was giving it to Babe Carano.

"Maybe. Just a bit, she's really pretty and funny and cool and—" Henry stopped himself realising that he rambling and gushing about the girl he'd only known for a couple of days, but to (y/n), it was cute and she knew that people who waited rarely found happiness, they were just left with regret.

"Take it from me, kid. I waited ten years to tell the man I love that I felt the same way and I wish that we had said it sooner, 'cause it would've meant less pain and confusion on both sides. Just stay honest with her and see how it goes. I'd hate to see you regret not doing anything." She put a hand on his shoulder, not caring if it seemed weird that they were having some touching moment in front of thousands, if not millions, of people, but it felt like it was just them, a sister advising her brother on what to do.

"Thanks, (y/n/n). Ray...doesn't know how lucky he is." He returned her soft smile, seeing her eyes wrinkle in happiness at her words before the man in question saw that she wasn't dancing and pulled her back into his chest, inspiring a fit of giggles and more movement from her as Henry watched with a sigh.

Maybe he would stay in touch with Babe, maybe he would tell her that he was interested in being more than friends and maybe if his friend was right, they could be something more. All he knew was that Ray better get down on one knee soon, 'cause girls like (y/n), they're one in a million.

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ofmymanymuses · 2 years ago

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The nurse managed to keep Luca in the bed and warned him that if there were any funny business, they would sedate him as one of the other nurses fetched a doctor to go over his injuries and what had happened, giving him more pain relief.

“Mrs Luca, your husband has suffered quite a host of injuries that, truthfully, he shouldn’t have even made it to the hospital.” The doctor explained casually as if it were nothing. “Luca has a head injury which is pretty small compared to some of the other injuries. We had to remove his spleen and patch up a kidney which had been torn in the crash, reset his knee back into place and amongst the bruises and broken ribs, we were more concerned about the spinal injury which needed surgery. On the way in, Luca complained that he had lost feeling in his legs so we’ve managed to decompress the nerves, but he’s most likely going to need a lot of physical therapy over the next few months. He’s truly lucky to be alive. We’ll keep him comfortable as we can and tomorrow, we’ll try getting him up and out of bed with a walker and crutches. But he is going to need some extra help and care at home while he recovers.”

Luca was trying to aborb everything the doctor was saying and perhaps it was the lasting effects of the anaesthesia or the powerful drugs they were giving him. “You’re here?” He mumbled, removing the oxygen mask and looking around for something to drink. “You’re really here?”

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Fallon started to open her mouth to correct the doctor before quickly closing it. On paper yes they were still technically married, neither of them had the time (or at least that had been Fallon’s excuse) to sign the papers for divorce, instead leaving them sitting in their folder somewhere on the back of her desk. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was that he was alive. “Jesus” She breathed out and ran a hand through her hair as she nodded. “How long do you think before he’d be on his feet again on his own? All those extensive injuries...” She sank down into a chair and nodded again. “Thank you” She gave a weak smile to the doctor and turned her attention to the man on the bed in front of her. “Hey, hey...stop moving” She said, fluttering her hands a little over him as he removed his oxygen mask and looked around. “Just...stay still I’ll get you something to drink” She added before scooting to the edge of her chair. “I’m here”

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It had been a terrible accident and the SWAT team had been worried about their team mate and had stayed at the hospital while Luca was in surgery. They had been called out to a bank robbery turned hostage situation, which then turned into one of the armed robbers trying to drive a truck filled with gasoline towards a kid's open air theatre performance and Luca had jumped into action.

Although Black Betty, the armoured truck he drove and treated like his child was bomb proof, the force in which he had hit the truck had made it explode, sending the armoured vehicle into the air. That was thirteen hours ago and the doctor had told the team that Luca's injuries were serious and that his next of kin had been contacted.

Luca stirred from the medicated sleep, definitely feeling the same pain from the crash and new pain all in as he thought he spotted a familiar face. A face he hadn't seen in a long time.

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 3 years ago

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Halloween Oreos (Michael Myers x Reader)

Original Ask: How about some snack time with Micheal uwu sharing Halloween oreos with his s/o or someone me whose getting close to him. Perhaps they buy him some huehue

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Haddonfield had become a rather quiet place following the Halloween murders, the following years becoming somewhat grim.

Halloween was no longer the same, or at least it was something that made the residents of Haddonfield tense up. Even after thirteen years, people were sometimes too afraid to speak the Boogeyman’s name. At least, people finally came out of their homes, as if the plague was already over with. After thirteen years, one could have said that the Boogeyman was no more.

October had finally come around, and this year Haddonfield was gifted with a veil of fresh white snow on just the third day of the month.

You grunted as you fixed the plastic bags in your hands, the mittens you wore making it somewhat difficult to properly hold them.Today was the day to go out for groceries, a task you only did every now and then due to your current living condition.

“Need help there?” you heard a voice behind you, prompting you to turn and see the cashier that had rung you up in the grocery store.

“Oh! Ah,” you gave a nervous chuckle as you once again fixed the plastic bags. “I-I can bear, thank you though.”

“I really don’t mind lending a hand, especially in this weather.”

“It’s alright.” you insisted, especially after a chill ran down your back, your eyes glancing around as an uneasy feeling came over you. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I just need to get going right now. Somebody’s waiting for me.”

“Ah, I see.” he nodded, taking a step back as you sighed in relief. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Thank you, have a nice day.” you nodded as well, not bothering to watch him leave as you knew the consequences of such things.

As you headed to your car, you took notice of a news crew that had stationed itself across the road, right at a sidewalk that led to another array of stores. The crew was specifically focused on a hardware store that had its glass windows broken, even the farthest eye could see the bloody handprints that were splattered on the walls inside as well as other blood prints.

You shivered at the thought of what had gone down inside, instead focusing on the trunk of your car before loading everything inside. Not paying much attention to the camera crew, or at least not wanting to do so, you hopped into your car to drive out of town. But not before taking a good look at your surroundings, on edge about the eyes that were possibly watching your every move.

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Home was a rather lengthy ride, no more than an hour’s time thankfully, but the searching for it was what made up for that isolation you required. Considering the situation you lived in, your partially preferred living arrangements lie in the woods outside of town, where things were calm and quiet.

Hopping out of your car, you felt as the snow began to fall once again. This meant that in the morning, the veil would be much thicker and there was no going out, especially as your small home was situated in a deep part of the woods.

Hearing your boots with every step, you unloaded the groceries which would definitely be taking more than one go. You made your way towards the cabin in front of you, coming to stop after walking onto the porch as your eyes caught crimson.

Right on the wood were boot prints, every single one as red as the blood from the hardware store.

Your eyes followed the trail that led to the door itself, and you took notice of it being ajar.

Dropping the bags onto the porch, you placed a hand on the door to cautiously take a step inside. The creak of the door was enough to have you jump back the slightest bit, especially as your eyes continued to examine the trail of blood that led into the kitchen.

Now, you knew not to act like a girl in a horror movie but…

“Hello?” you called out into the emptiness of your home, holding your keys close to either fight with them or immediately flee to the car. “Is that you-”

Soon enough your scream pierced the air as you jumped off the ground, this due to feeling a rough hand clasp onto your shoulder from behind.

Once you had turned around, you groaned at the sight of an older man that stared down at you with dead eyes.

“Michael!” you yelled at him, then fixing your jacket which had slightly crumpled up at the shoulder where you had been grabbed. “I thought you were someone else.”

The man before you in no way flinched, not even bothering to blink as he continued to watch your every move.

“You leave in the middle of the night without a word and leave me alone all day.” you mentioned before passing by him, knowing that he turned his entire body to always be facing you. “Well now that you’re done with scaring the hell out of me, I’m done with the groceries. Won’t need to go out until January I think. I hope so, since it’s starting to get pretty cold out.”

Michael Myers, the Shape or Boogeyman of Haddonfield, stood right at your door with not a care in the world. If anything, your door to your house, was his door to his house. It had been this way for quite awhile now.

A few years actually.

It was surprising that he was not wearing his mask, his blue and clouded eye completely fixated on your figure as you grabbed the bags right at the entrance.

Once you had grabbed the bags at the door and then the remaining ones in the car, you shut and locked the door before being followed by Michael into the kitchen.

After he had spared you years back, Michael had come to act like a cat. Always with his nose on the lookout for what it is you would be feeding him. Hilariously, that was just how Michael reluctantly came into your life.

“I haven’t prepared anything since I’ve been out most of the day.” you admitted, ever so quietly laughing at the soft groan that rumble in Michael’s throat. “I did find some sweet goodies at the market though. Especially at WalMart.”

Michael didn’t always understand the things you talked about, but he was always listening. Always watching. Learning.

“They have these new cookies for the season. The orange looks kind of funny, but I’m pretty sure they taste the same as the originals.” you mentioned as you set the groceries on the counter, looking through the bags as you began to put everything in its place. “I also got you some stuff to shave off that scruff.”

Michael’s eyes darted down in an attempt to look at his chin, instead seeing you hand placed under it as you softly rubbed your thumb on it.

“Though I have to admit that it’s starting to grow on me.” you smiled before making your way back to the groceries. “Just like the greys in your hair.”

It really had been a few years since you had met Michael, a relationship forming after a pretty good while. He was in his mid-twenties, practically a middle-aged man now who hadn’t been found by the authorities this entire time thanks to you.

As you began to prepare a hot beverage for yourself, and Michael who you knew would ignore it but drink it behind your back, you knew that Michael was watching you intently. His eyes were glued on your hands that grabbed a pumpkin you had purchased. Somehow, he had not even realized the large vegetable as you brought it in.

“Found a recipe you might like, especially for the cold.” you spoke before grabbing a kitchen knife, one that piqued Michale’s interest but was not enough to have him snatching it away due to its size. “Especially with all the pumpkins that are out now.”

To his dissatisfaction, you set the knife down besides the pumpkin on the counter before facing him.

“But before I make that, I’m gonna go change. These clothes are starting to make me feel stuffy.” you removed your jacket as you walked around the counter and out the kitchen, for once not being followed by Michael who was now focused on the knife you had left behind.

Knowing that you would be too focused on finding one of his shirts to wear, he approached the counter to take hold of the knife, bringing it to his face to admire how it shone under the kitchen light. He first held it pointing upwards, but changed it so that he was instead gripping it with the blade pointing down. His head craned to the vegetable beside him, and instinct got the best of him.

“I see you got started with the pumpkin.” he heard your voice, turning around after having jabbed the knife down into the pumpkin which had more than a simple wound.

Michael grabbed the knife once again to pull it out, his entire body facing you once again as he tilted his head at your figure.

Your eyes fell to the knife that contained a bit of pumpkin residue, even a seed or two managed to slip out due to Michael’s brute strength. Now your eyes were on his blank features, and you couldn’t help but give him a smirk.

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It wasn’t often that you lit the fireplace as to avoid any attention from outsiders, especially authorities who had honestly given up on the search for Michael despite his former psychiatrist’s demands, but you believed that tonight was just the night for a warm fire.

Despite the cold weather, you only wore one of Michael’s shirts with socks, perhaps a little something on your bottom. You figured that there wasn’t an entire need for covering yourself when Michael was your human blanket, and one that refused to come off you.

With all of the day’s work done, you sat on the couch, or more like Michael’s lap as he sat on the couch. Your legs were crossed as your torso was constricted by Michael’s strong arms, his chin casually laying on top of your head as you ate the last of your pumpkin soup.

Both pairs of eyes stared up ahead, almost next to the fireplace where your TV screen was placed. You were both watching the moving pictures, or at least Michael resumed that when you made comments about the movie.

“That’s so cheesy, no girl would scream and faint on the spot if she saw a monster.” you ever so slightly shook your head, Michael’s chin too heavy to actually complete the motion. “At least, nowadays. However, that looked like that one scene from the latest Child’s Play movie where the guy has a heart attack.”

It was an old monster movie kind of night, your mood demanding it and Michael no doubt being curious. Frankenstein actually seemed to catch his attention.

The man’s eyes glanced down at you as he saw your arms stretch out with your empty bowl, attempting to put it on the coffee table in front of the couch. This of course was quite impossible with Michael holding you back, his grip on you only becoming tighter as you were managing to barely escape his grasp.

“Michael!” you groaned, pulling your head forwards until his arms made a ring around your hips after you were able to snake the top part of your body out.

As you reached out to set the bowl down, you felt Michael bury his face right into your back before rubbing himself all over and taking in your scent simultaneously.

“I just want to put the damn bowl down.” you wheezed, eventually releasing a sigh of relief when your glass bowl safely landed on the table. But it made you also pleased to have grabbed the plate you had prepared along with the bowls of soup, making sure it or its contents didn’t slip out of your hands as you adjusted your body to the former position.

Michael gave a grunt as he placed his chin on your head again, this time making sure that you had no way of escaping him.

“You wanna try one, Michael?” you lifted the plate just a bit, having Michael peer down at the plate that contained black little circles that smelled weirdly to him. “They’re the newest Oreos. The cookies I mentioned earlier.”

You placed the plate on your lap, wishing that that was enough to hold them up while you took one of the cookies and offered it up to Michael.

“I don’t have any milk right now because you’re not gonna let me get any, so take it like this.

Michael squinted at the cookie, the orange filling enough to have him blinking at least once. In this state of his, you were able to break free and spin your body in place so that your legs were no longer crossed but instead on either side of Michaels’ waist. The plate of cookies was safely put on the empty space of the couch so that nothing could fall.

Having a mind of their own, Michael’s hands wrapped themselves around you as he once again stared at the cookie.

“It’s just a cookie Michael.” you giggled, lowering it before taking a bite out of it yourself.

Michael’s eyes landed on your lips, watching the way they moved as you chewed the cookie piece. Tiny black crumbs adorned your lips, every now and then shifting the more you chewed.

You watched him as well, finding it how funny his curiosity was. So, you popped in the remainder of your cookie before eating it as well, now feeling one of Michael’s arms leave your waist.

Instead, his fingers brushed against the warmth of your skin as his nails carefully scraped your cheeks. The tips of his fingers now coming close to your lips, his index finger actually on your bottom lip before it pulled it down and open.

“Michael,” you breathed out, knowing that Michael was merely observing the crumbs left on your lips.

Blinking up at Michael, you saw as he brought his face down to yours. His lips now dangerously close to yours as he continued to play with your bottom lip, making your breath hitch as he neared more and more.

Soon enough you closed your eyes when Michael closed the gasp, but not with his lips but his tongue.

Your eyes shot open as you felt his tongue lick the corner of your lip, continuing onto your lips themselves. You placed your hands on his shoulders, gripping onto them as you felt his own twist around the shirt you wore.

Your lips had already been parted from the shock of Michael’s actions, that good enough for Michael to slip in his tongue to get a taste of your mouth.

He didn’t care about your nails digging into his shoulders but in fact enjoyed it, pressing your chest against his as his tongue continued to explore your cavern, tasting every bit he could. But before you could follow along with his treatment, Michael retreated himself and looked down at you with half-lidded eyes that matched yours. Well, his didn’t have as much emotion as yours for he was difficult to faze of course.

“Michael?” you sighed at him, thoughts clouded with what just happened. You were then snapped out of it when Michael let go of you with one hand, reaching to the side where the plate of cookies was.

He had grabbed another one, bringing up in between your faces and leaving it there for just a moment. Soon after, he brought it to your lips, scraping it against them before slowly slipping it in so that you could take a bite.

As you chewed the cookie, Michael took the other piece into his mouth, leaving the two of you with crumbs on each of your lips.

His tongue slid out once again, licking the crumbs off of his lips before you got the memo.

The flush on your cheeks was more than enough to warm you up on this chilly October night.

#halloween #halloween 1978 #michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloween 2018 #killer x reader

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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Day 36: Entwine

"But Harry, we just think you'd be so much happier if you-"

"Found someone to settle down with," Harry finished for Hermione. At this point he'd heard the lecture so many times he could recite it in his sleep.

She sighed, "We just worry-"

"That I'm lonely and miserable," Harry said. "I know."

"We love you, mate," Ron said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"I know," Harry said, and it was true he did know, otherwise he would have probably stopped being friends with them by this point. "I love you guys, too. But you have to stop setting me up on dates."

Hermione stared calculatingly at him, "Two weeks," she said. "I'll give you two weeks reprieve and if you've started dating someone by then we'll leave it."

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He was still stewing on this conundrum when he stopped in to pick up a cup of coffee and (hopefully) a pastry the following morning.

"Morning, Potter," Malfoy called over his shoulder without even looking up to see him.

"That's going to bite you in the arse someday," Harry said as he stepped up and rested his elbows on the counter.

"I've told you," Malfoy said, turning around and handing him a cup of coffee that Harry knew would be made perfectly and a pastry bag that had Harry's mouth already watering, "You have a very distinct magical aura. I know it's you."

Harry rolled his eyes, but he was secretly charmed. "When you say things like that I completely understand how you and Luna get on so well."

Malfoy rolled his eyes but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that he got on pretty well with Malfoy, too. "Hey," Harry said, opening his mouth to speak in true Griffyndor fashion without hesitating to think. "You're single aren't you?"

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Malfoy groaned, "Not you, too. My friends are always harping on me about dating. I'm perfectly fine-"

"Right, yeah. Of course you are," Harry hastened to add, "I am, too, obviously and that's the point."

"Potter drink your coffee, you're making even less sense than usual," Malfoy said.

"No, listen. Pretend to date me. Please, Malfoy, I'm literally begging. I will do anything to get my friends to stop setting me up on horrible dates."

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment, "That's an interesting idea, Potter."

"It's a fantastic idea," Harry assured him. "I promise to be the best fake boyfriend you've ever had."

"What would it involve?" Malfoy asked, slowly.

Harry thought for a minute, "We could go on 'dates' and just, you know, hang out; we can have dinner together, go to quidditch games, whatever you want. And then when we're out with friends we'll just sit together, maybe hold hands or something? I haven't thought it through yet but what do you say?"

Malfoy tilted his head to the side, "I'd say you're in luck, Potter, because I had a really bad date last night with a bloke that Pansy tried to set me up with. So, let's do it. Merlin knows I could use a break."

"Done," Harry said, grinning widely at the other man, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

The corner of Malfoy's, Draco's, lips tilted up, "Sure. Where did you have in mind?"

"Do you like Italian?"

Draco nodded.

"Perfect. I get off at 4:00 today, do you want to meet here?"

"Sure," Draco replied with a little grin.

Harry smiled back, "Thanks for the coffee and the pastry. And I'm looking forward to see you tonight, sweetheart."

Draco laughed, "Disgusting. Get out of here you prat."

Harry placed a hand over his heart as he backed toward the door, "You have the sweetest way with words."

The other man shook his head but he was smiling as widely as Harry.

This was clearly the best idea that Harry had ever had.

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This was the worst idea Harry had ever had. Not because he and Draco didn't get on, but because they did.

Within two weeks Harry was spending more of his free time in Draco's company than out of it. They'd gone out to eat together eleven times (in thirteen days!), they'd taken Teddy to the park together, and Harry stopped by the coffee shop twice a day now and arrived half an hour early so he could spend time talking to Draco before he had to leave for work.

Yes, he was getting up early just so he could have more time to spend with Draco.

He was in so much trouble.

And it was only going to get worse since they were attending pub night tonight with all of their friends and they'd agreed that holding hands, casual touching, pet names, and the like were all acceptable for the evening.

Harry was standing outside the pub, waiting for Draco and trying to get himself under control, when the other man appeared.

"Ready?" Draco asked, giving him a small but genuine smile that had Harry's stomach doing back flips.

"Yeah," Harry said, nodding once to himself.

Draco held out his hand, wiggling his fingers for Harry to take.

He reached over and slid his fingers through Draco's, their hands fit perfectly together, and Harry thought he might be having a heart attack. Holding someone's hand shouldn't feel this good.

He was absolutely, entirely fucked.

"Alright?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," he answered but his voice came out all funny and breathless, and honestly, if he could have punched himself in the face he would have. He cleared his throat, "Yeah, fine," he said. "Let's go."

And as if holding Draco's hand hadn't been enough, once they got inside the pub, Draco sat next to him and rested his hand at the top of Harry's spine, his fingers trailing lightly over Harry's neck and wrapping around the curls at the base of his skull.

It was like he was in a bubble; conversations were happening all around him, people were laughing and joking, people were probably telling all sorts of stories but he didn't process a word.

Slowly, he forced himself to relax, leaning into Draco's side and letting his hand slip over to rest on Draco's knee.

The other man gave his neck a gentle squeeze in response as he continued his discussion with Luna.

"Harry," Hermione said, waving a hand to get his attention.

"Yeah?" he asked, perking up and trying to ignore the tingles racing up and down his spine as Draco's fingernails scratched lightly at his scalp.

"You were a bit lost there, mate," Ron said.

He smiled, "Sorry, just a bit out of it."

"That's alright," Hermione said, "I was just saying that you and Draco seem to be really good together."

"Yeah," Harry said weakly, glancing over at the other man who was quite engrossed in a conversation with Pansy and Luna. "Yeah," he repeated. "He's really something."

Hermione nodded, "You seem to be good for each other."

"Yeah," he said, feeling a bit sick because they did seem good for each other, they did somehow make sense. "Sorry, could you excuse me for a minute?" he asked as he stood up and fled the table, making his way quickly to the restroom.

He all but ran into a stall and locked it behind him, barely managing to stop himself from banging his head against the wall. This wasn't supposed to have happened. He wasn't supposed to have fallen for Draco Malfoy.

"Harry?" a voice called.

He held his breath, maybe if he just didn't make any noise Draco would go away and he could finish having his crisis in peace.

"I can see your shoes," the other man said as he knocked softly on the door. "Let me in?"

Reluctantly, Harry opened the stall and made room for Draco to slip in with him.

"Do you want to tell me why you've been acting like an insane person escaped from the psychiatric ward tonight?"

He winced, tried to think about what he could say, how he could deflect, but what came out was, "I don't want to pretend."

Draco's brow furrowed, "This was your idea," he said. "And if you wanted to stop all you had to do was say so."

"No," Harry said, reaching out to stop the other man from leaving. "That's not-" he huffed and entwined his fingers with Draco's. "I mean that I don't want this to be pretend."

Draco stared at him uncomprehendingly so Harry continued, "Holding hands with someone has never felt like this. Going on dates with someone has never been this much fun. I want to be around you all the time, even when you're making me crazy."

"I don't understand."

He sighed, "I can't pretend with you because none of this is pretend for me any more."

Draco blinked once, then he leaned forward and caught Harry's lips with his own. The hand not holding Harry's came up to cup his cheek and tip he head down so he could kiss him more easily and Harry's body lit up like a firework.

He pushed Draco back a step until his back hit the wall and pressed his body against the other man's. Harry's body had been made for this. Every neuron was firing away happily, every atom of his being singing with joy at the other man's proximity.

Draco's fingers threaded through Harry's hair as his tongue flicked over Harry's bottom lip. With a soft moan, Harry opened his mouth, his tongue reaching out tentatively to touch and twist with the other man's.

They might have continued on like that all night, were it not for the outer door to the restroom slamming open as a drunk man staggered in.

Draco pulled back, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. He put a finger over Harry's lips and pressed a kiss to his nose, and Harry wasn't quite sure how he hadn't simply melted into a puddle of goo yet.

Once the man left, Draco removed his finger and pressed one more gentle kiss to Harry's lips. "This isn't pretend for me either," he murmured.

Harry smiled, "No more pretending."

"Honesty about where we're at from here on out," Draco added with a smile.

And it was a promise they kept until the day they died. They both had to wear masks for the outside world but they never hid from one another.

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Day 35: Tears | Day 37: Secrets

#thanks for the prompt anon!#day 35 #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #entwine #drarry #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets #falling in love #my writing

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The Oncoming Storm 01 - The Flood

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Liu Kang x Reader or Kung Lao x Reader

Summary: Reader is a woman in her late 20s who had a peculiar childhood. She worked in her family dojo that was attached to a shop! You wake up in an unfamiliar place, wounded, with a somewhat familiar man. These moments will change your life forever.

A/N: I’ve been a huge Mortal Kombat fan for years and I saw the movie the other day. This reader x fic will follow the path/story/idea of the movies!! I have never done one of these before. If anyone is interested in it, I will continue on. It will either be Kung Lao x Reader or Liu Kang x Reader (or both, depending, bwahaha) but I haven’t decided yet. This is just the beginning. There will be plenty of fluff/establishment/smut if I get that far! Enjoy! Remember this is only for fun. Thanks for reading! Edit- You might notice the writing got better suddenly. I'm going through old chapters to casually edit.

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Your head was spinning. When you opened your eyes, you briefly caught the outline of a small room before it spun around you. Vertigo. It took ages for your head to stop spinning even in the darkness of your mind’s eye. Something cold and wet was pressed gently to your forehead, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Small droplets of water trickled over your brow, down your nose and irritated your sinuses. Others traced down the sides of your face and nestled into the mat of your dyed black hair. It was naturally stark white but you’d kept up with the black to better blend in.

Shifting, the bed beneath you felt plush and foreign. This was not your bed. Your bed was a modest bedroll that often left your back aching. What had you been doing that you would wake up somewhere strange? Flashes of a fight rushed into your mind. That was right! You’d been closing up shop for the night when men had rushed in, donned masks, and dressed in black. They’d been armed with blades.

You sat upright, fists at the ready and prepared for a fight. Your arms were aching and constricted, bound in tight cloth. Pain radiated down to your elbows and up to your shoulders. Coughing, your mouth tasted like smoke- acrid and sickening. Worse than that, you felt your heart beating too hard and too fast. There was a deep, familiar pain inside of you, a pain you hadn’t felt since your youth. You could picture in your mind’s eye your shop in flames and the dojo attached to it catching fire.

“Move slowly.” A confident but quiet voice consoled you. He was Chinese, like you, and his voice was soft but commanding. “You have a fever.” Careful but strong hands urged you to rest back down. In a snap, you knocked his hands away. He removed them with such grace and control that you knew he was either a dancer or a fighter. You guessed the latter. The room spun again but you forced your vision to focus. “I knew you were a martial artist but I did not know the extent of your skills.”

You caught a glimpse of the stranger. His short black hair was messy and pulled back from his forehead in a top knot. He had handsome features, dark eyes, and he was nostranger. You’d seen him before but today he was not wearing the wide-brimmed hat that you associated him with.

“You’re handy with a blade. I’m impressed.” He complimented. It was likely that he thought you were still threatened by him. Smart. You were. He’d been coming to the shop attached to your dojo every few months for the last couple of years. Each time his purchase was drastically different. Sometimes it was a weapon, sometimes precious stones, or herbs. Most times he came in just to have you sharpen a blade that you never saw him with again. You had allowed him entry to the dojo to watch classes and observe goings on. Sometimes he showed up every day for weeks a time. Sometimes you didn’t see him for months.

He’d been harmless. The only words that he’d ever spoken to you had been kind and reserved.

“Where am I?” You decided that was the right question. You knew who he was and what had happened for the most part. It was the ‘where’ that puzzled you.

“Do you remember what happened?”

You threw him a glance with dark eyes and he offered a smile that clearly said you wouldn’t get any answers from him until you gave yours. He was worried that your memory had suffered. The dizziness made sense now. You must have struck your head.

“It was late. I was cleaning up the shop before close when a group of men entered. They were trouble, treating wares carelessly. I asked them to leave since I was closing up. They donned masks and things escalated.” Things had more than escalated but it seemed to you that this stranger already knew many of the details of what had occurred without you saying. The men had threatened you with drawn blades and made demands involving you and your dojo that you had refused to bow to. “I had no choice but to defend myself.”

“You killed them.” It wasn’t an accusation. He just understood how your story ended.

“They left me with no choice. I didn’t ask for violence.” You turned your gaze. The room had finally stopped spinning but in a word, you felt like crap. Coughing, you recalled the fire and snapped your attention back to the friendly stranger. “My shop… the dojo!”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head respectfully. “The fire spread too quickly. There was nothing to be done.”

“I have to go. I…”

“You can’t go back.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t go back. Hanging your head, you resigned to the truth. He was right. You knew it. “I suppose not. I killed those men. I’m a murderer.”

“Those men were cruel and deserved the punishment you dealt them. As far as I’m concerned your action were justified.”

Your brow furrowed. He so easily absolved you of taking the lives of others. You didn’t think the guilt would fade so easily but now was not the time to dwell on it.

“How long have you had the dragon mark?” That was what he really wanted to discuss. His eyes sparkled even in the darkness of the small room- a still completely foreign and strange place. He’d offered you no answers even after you’d given him his.

“Dragon mark?” You didn’t have one as far as you knew. You’d seen others with a dragon marking but had never asked what it meant or why it had been there. You’d once asked your sister about it but she had never noticed the mark on anyone before. Then you’d never spoken of it again. You’d seen things that others could not in your youth and were nervous about bringing things like that up.

“On your back.”

You turned with a snap but it had been foolish. There was no way for you to see it at that angle. Pain shot through you as you searched for it with your left hand. Your forearms had been wrapped tightly but blood was seeping through the gauze, staining it crimson.

“Careful. You were wounded when you offered those men mercy.”

Much to your surprise, he took your hand in his own, the size of his strong hands dwarfing your petite ones. Then he guided your hand carefully to the mark on your lower back. There it was, plain as day. Raised skin in a circle with a dragon head in the middle. It was like a scar, as though you had been branded with it some time ago. Yet, you knew that it hadn’t been there that morning when you’d bathed.

“That’s… new to me.” You didn’t know how else to phrase it and laughed beneath your breath at how silly it sounded not to know it had been there.

“Do you know about the Order of Light?” He was feeling you out, gauging what you knew.

You were hesitant to answer, nervous that what you knew would get you into trouble. When most people entered your shop, they spoke amongst themselves. You learned many secrets that way. You were usually paid little mind unless you were teaching classes or fighting. You’d heard of the Order of Light before. Your curiosity had given you much more than you’d bargained for. You’d learned of other realms, Gods, magic powers. They were the sorts of things you’d read about in fiction. You’d never thought there was much truth to them but part of you had always hoped there was.

“Why do you know so much about what happened to me?” You answered his question with one of your own. It was about time that you got answers instead of just giving them.

“I heard the commotion at your shop. I came to help.” It was his turn to hesitate. “I confess that I’m fond of your dojo. It’s a peaceful reprieve for me. You bring light to a place that has very little.” He bowed his head apologetically, handsome face stern. “It was too late for me to do much but I saw the end of your fight. It was a graceful dance. You offered them mercy and were punished for your kindness. Then the building caught fire. You won the battle but it collapsed with you still inside. I pulled you free before it was too late.”

Funny.

You hadn’t noticed any burns. You remembered fire. You could feel the smoke still in your lungs but the only wounds you remembered suffering were those on your arms and the back of your head. They had to have been terrible. The cold you’d noticed upon waking up had only worsened and now your vision was spotty and hazy around the edges.

“When the authorities came to deal with the fire, I brought you somewhere safe. I didn’t wish for you to be caught.” He lifted his gaze and placed his fist against his palm with a polite bow. “I’m Kung Lao. Forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself earlier.”

You laughed.

There was no way!

You hadn’t heard that name in years. He was confused by your laughter and cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry. I haven’t heard that name in ages. It’s not a common one either. You can’t be Kung Lao.”

“…but I am.”

“The only Kung Lao I’ve ever known died years ago.”

“That’s what was told to people when I left.” Kung Lao’s eyes were shining with amusement. The flicker of the candle resting on the small table next to the bed you rested in danced in his dark eyes. “Do we know each other?”

“If you are, in fact, the same Kung Lao who grew up here then yes, we did. I’m Y/N but I used to go by Y/N.” You hadn’t used your full name in years. It had rarely been used other than to tease you so you’d shortened it. Back then you’d been ill and the other kids had been afraid of you. “Kung Lao was my friend. A stubborn but sweet boy. We played together. He was one of the only people in town not afraid of me. Teased me which… made me angrier than it should have but he was apologetic afterward. The last time I saw him he gave me a purple flower. They don’t grow here anymore. I honestly have no idea where he got it. I could never find them again.”

Kung Lao was completely taken aback.

You supposed you could see the similarities. He could have been your Kung Lao all grown up, about twenty years later. He had similarly shaped eyes. Perhaps the familiarity of him had been why you’d trusted him to sit in on lessons. The idea that he was the same Kung Lao from your childhood made your stomach tighten up in knots. That was too much to deal with right now.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and thoughtful as if he struggled to find truth in your words.

You bowed your head politely in greeting but it ached so terribly that you held it in your hands. Every movement felt like ice flowing through your veins. When you opened your eyes again your vision went from spotty to completely black. You’d gone blind! Panic raced through your thoughts and you blinked your eyes closed tight. Praying, you opened them again and were grateful that you could see even if your vision was still spotty. The room seemed hazier than before.

“Careful. Lay back and rest.” Kung Lao placed his hand on your shoulder to guide you but you pushed it away again.

“No, no. I should get something to eat. And some water. That will help.” You were sure that your vision was fading from blood loss or exhaustion. Either way food would help. You carefully draped your legs over the side of the bed. Your clothing was singed and bloodied. Gravity disagreed with your arms and your aching head, so you wound up hunching over. Kung Lao helped you sit upright again.

“Your fever is too high. What you need is a doctor.”

“You asked me about the Order of Light.” You ignored his concern in favor of more answers.

“Yes.”

“Then you know about the other realms, too? Is it true?”

Kung Lao was again taken by surprise and stuttered on his words comically.

“I must sound crazy. A man in a coolie hat, well the fanciest one that I’ve ever seen before, came in a few times over the years. I always thought he seemed a little funny. He referred to China as Earthrealm and mentioned the Order of Light in passing. I was curious as to what any of that meant and well, the internet is a fount of information, even for things like that. Most of what I read was on forums and conspiracy sites so I put next to no stake in it. Is any of it true?”

“I’m not the one who should be telling you this.”

“Kung Lao.” You scolded which incited a confident grin from him.

“Have you heard of Mortal Kombat then as well?”

You considered those words. You’d never heard them before so you shook your head no. At least you hadn’t heard them the way that he’d phrased them, as though it were something associated with the Order of Light.

“The mark on your back means that you’ve been chosen to fight.” Kung Lao began on what you were sure would be a lengthy explanation of what would come next but you had tuned him out. Your vision was blurring again. It faded around the edges and the world spun. You felt like you were floating.

“Kung Lao?” You interrupted, grasping blindly for him but your hands had gone numb. There was urgency in your voice.

“It’s okay. I’ll take you to Raiden’s Temple and there you’ll be guided through…”

“Not that. I can’t… I can’t see!” Panic was thick in your voice. Your breath was suddenly short in your chest and you collapsed against him, falling into unconsciousness.

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