#someone please pick this man a better entrance track rip

[anonnatsfan]

@rosepetalrevolution has he always entered to mom's spaghetti?

[whitelionspirit]

Can I please request an instance where a fem! s/o of Marco, Ace, and Vista wakes up one morning to find her boyfriend in a bunny onesie because he was pranked by another commander during the night and his other clothes have mysteriously disappeared as well? Maybe she helps her boyfriend track down the culprit to ensure that they are appropriately punished (maimed, not killed) by her boyfriend along with retrieving his missing wardrobe. I'll leave the culprit's identity for you to decide.

A/N: Well I am back from my hiatus! Also happy Easter to those who celebrate it and those who celebrate other holidays. I figured this was the most appropriate one to chose for today.

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Marco

Well at least it wasn’t a bird onesie you supposed as you tried to hold back your amusement.

The blue fuzzy suit was opened enough to show off his tattoo. He looked at you irritated at the entrance to your bedroom.

You walked up to him and pulled at the buttons and giggled as he just sighed tiredly. One of the other commanders had pulled a prank on him. He was going to kill them when he found out who it was.

“Hmm it’s cute but I think a bird suits you better.” You say making Marco growl as you kiss his cheek and laugh.

His clothes had been ransacked in the middle of the night and now all he had was this damn thing. You grab his hand and drag him to the galley where everyone was in hysterics as you both entered.

It was easy to spot the culprit or culprits as both Thatch and Haruta was trying to withhold their laughs as they escaped into the kitchen.

You patted your boyfriend on the shoulder as he took a seat at the table with everyone else. It was a lost cause as everyone busted out laughing. Even Pops let out a chuckle at his sons dismay.

“They won’t get very far let’s just eat and you can bring down the God’s wrath onto them.” You said squeezing his arm.

Marco just grumbled and dug into his food trying not to burst into flames at the table. Later after breakfast the whole ship could hear the yells of the other commanders as they ran from the Phoenix.

Ace

Waking up to your boyfriend causing ruckus on the upper deck was nothing new but him running around in a pink bunny suit was the last thing you expected.

The angry blush on his cheeks and Fire rolling off his body was almost flattering against the bright color. Everyone was laughing as they ran from the commander.

Stepping out in your night clothes you waved as he passed you by. He stopped and came over to you the blush getting deeper as he pouted and crowded into your bubble.

A soft laugh left you as you touched the soft material. It was cute, he was cute in the onesie not that you would tell him that out loud.

“Someone prank you again?” You hummed as he grumbled and pulled you closer to him out of habit. You hands laying against his chest which was exposed his skin was warm and it made you want to go back to sleep.

“They took all my clothes, the bastards. I know it was Thatch and the four division probably because I bet him at cards last night.” He sighed.

You hummed and pulled away a smile forming on your lips. “Lets go get them then,”

Ace grinned at this and picked up bridal style as he carried you both off to the kitchen where yup knew Thatch was hiding away. Everyone moving out of his warpath knowing it was going to get loud soon.

Vista

The broad shoulders of your boyfriend looked rather ridiculous in the pastel green onesie. The hood even funnier as he angrily dig into his food. His top hat gone and his wild hair hidden away out of embarrassment of not getting to finish styling it that morning.

You giggled as he gave you a side glare as he ripped into the meat. You supposed you shouldn’t be suprised, Vista had been the newest victim to Ace’s revenge plan on all of the commanders. You supposed that is what happened when you left the new guy with all the slack of other divisions.

“I will say this color is flattering on you dear.” You said making the swordsman blush.

“(Name), love please.” He said as he hid his face as Thatch let out a laugh.

“Oi, you shut up I know you set up Ace with this idea. You better watch your back chief.” He said pointing his fork at the man.

Thatch raised his hands in defense just as Ace came strolling into the galley. He smiled brightly at you all as he took a seat.

“Nice, get up Vista really suits you.”

“You are so dead when I am finished here Portgas.” He said as Ace just smirked.

“Bring it on fluffy.” He said, Vista sent daggers at him as Ace dug into his own food. You just laughed making everyone else follow suit in the laughter.

[thirstyforlulu]

They kidnap reader / fem / omega of alucard / alpha, when it is in heat, then alucard goes after his kidnappers and saves you, a lot of blood and sex.

Most people know better than to fuck with what belongs to Alucard

Even an old pen is safe if it belongs to him

Your scent permeated through the entire manor, making every other alpha hot under the collar

No matter how badly they wanted to go after you, they knew better

Alucard would rip them to shreds if he caught even the slightest scent on you

He knew you were in heat, but unfortunately he had to go to work

It was painful to leave you there, his pants felt so unbearably tight

You whined as the door to your room shut behind

The promise that he’d return and turn you inside out was the only thing keeping you sane

You curled up under the blankets, making yourself a little nest where you could wait for him

Sleep was all you could think of to occupy the time, but you were way too horny

His smell was still present on the pillows and covers, you buried your face in them to keep you calm

That helped you a little, but you never did fall completely asleep

That’s why when someone pulled you from your bed, you were already half awake

You tried to fight them as they dragged you away and into some truck, but your heat had made you weak

They took you to a warehouse and tied you to a chair then they set up a camera in front of you

Meanwhile, Alucard was dealing with the aftermath of the raid

All the stragglers had been dealt with, he was now assessing the damage and trying to figure out what their goal had been

The men he killed told him nothing, they did a good job of keeping their plan a secret

The majority of them had come in through the front, but he suspected that was a diversion

He was calm, until he saw the boot tracks heading toward your room

Dropping everything he ran to check on you, when he found the door ajar he lost his shit

“Y/N?!” He yelled as he ran in, nearly tearing the door off its hinges as he pushed it out of his way

The room was a mess, it was clear they’d taken you

He knew then that the attack at the front was nothing but a diversion, you were the real target

On the nightstand was your phone, when he picked it up he saw several missed video calls

When he called them back, he was met with a video of you tied to a chair with several cuts and bruises on your face

“Finally! We were wondering when you’d figure it all out,” a voice came from behind the camera

You looked up, giving Alucard such a pitiful look

“So, I suspect you have some demands for me?” Alucard began

“Clever vampire, we need you to kill the surviving members of the Hellsing organization, in return we’ll give back your omega,” the man explained

“How childish, you went through all that trouble, and my poor y/n had to suffer.”

“Are you saying you won’t do as we say?”

“Of course not.”

“Well then that’s fine, you’ll come around I’m sure, and while we wait I think we’ll play around with your omega. She’s in heat, we’ll help her deal with that,” the same said, reaching out and grabbing your head

You yelped, his fingers digging into your scalp

Alucard hung up, unable to stand another second

He would have no trouble finding you, when it comes to you he’s a bloodhound

It only took him a few minutes to get to the warehouse

It took even less time for him to kill everyone guarding the doors

The room you were in was off to the side, more than likely an old office

He kicked open the door and found you surrounded by a group of men

When Alucard hung up the phone they quickly moved in on you, reaching out to take handfuls of your hair or attempting to kiss you

Some of them were alphas but they did nothing for you, their scent was nothing compared to Alucard

Seeing those men with their hands on you pissed him off to no end

He opted not to use his guns on them, instead he ripped them apart with his bare hands, wanting to make sure they suffered

You watched with growing excitement

He always looks so handsome and powerful when tearing people apart

When the final man fell, Alucard was covered in blood and breathing heavy

He was already worked up because of your heat, the fight added even more heat to the fire

You whimpered, trying to get closer to him but all you did was tip yourself over, falling to the floor at his feet

“Look at you, my poor neglected omega. I could smell you before I even walked in here, you must be in so much pain~” he teased, bending down to free you

The men from before did nothing for you

There were several alphas among them, but compared to yours they were worthless

Even when some of them exposed themselves you felt nothing, all it did was make you want him more

As the ropes fell from your sides, you quickly attempted to climb up Alucard’s body

Your hands desperately reached for his belts

All you could think of was him finally taking you

“Fuck, y/n. I need to bury my knot in you,” he said, lifting you up as soon as you had his pants unbuckled

Your pants were quickly pulled out of the way as his own fell to his ankles

There was no need for foreplay, your legs were dripping

Several drops fell onto his cock as he adjusted his grip on you

“Get ready,” he laughed in your ear

Without another warning he entered you, easily slipping inside thanks to your arousal

You shouted for joy, burying your head in his coat

There was so much you wanted to say, but your mind was too preoccupied

Drool dribbled out from your mouth, creating a wet spot on his chest, but no worries, he thought it was adorable

You bounced up and down from the force of his thrusts, forcing you to fall back down onto his cock and push it even further inside

His swelling knot spread your entrance slightly, not having enough force to fully slip inside

You wanted so badly for him to hurry up and put it in, but he wasn’t ready yet

“Please, please give me your knot,” you begged, tongue rolling to the side

“What was that my little omega?”

“Please, knot me. Alucard, my alpha I need you,” you cried

With a satisfied grin, he pushed you up against the nearest wall, using it to help him insert his knot

That heavenly feeling of being stretched flooded into you before it finally popped inside

“Yes!” You screamed

The added girth was too much, you came, squeezing hard on him which in turn finished him off

He bit your neck as he came, filling you as his knot continued to swell

As you two relaxed, he carried you over toward the chair and placed it upright

He set you down on the edge, holding you steady until his knot shrunk

While you waited, he kissed you, biting your lip and drawing a tiny bit of blood

Finally he got to taste something delicious, all the soldiers tasted nasty and sour

When he pulled out, his cock made a loud pop sound as the suction released, leaving you feeling so incredibly empty

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and whined

“Don’t worry, your heat isn’t over yet. There will be plenty more chances for nights like these,” he said as he straightened himself up

He carried you out before the police could arrive and see the carnage

His shoes were a bloody mess, but it was nothing compared to the floor

[danny-chase]

Hysterical Strength - read on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Titans (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson and Garth, Dick Grayson and Roy Harper Characters: Dick Grayson, Garth (DCU), Roy Harper Additional Tags: POV Dick Grayson, Dick grayson centric, Teen Titans as Family, Broken Bones, Medical Inaccuracies, climbing up a cliff, Forehead Kisses, Garth needs a hug, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, a little bit of BAMF Dick Grayson, Garth whump, Dick Grayson Whump, Roy Harper is such a dad, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Garth (DCU), Dehydration, Confusion, can be read as slash for whoever you want, or no slash, idk up to you, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Garth is Tempest, Hello Kitty blankets, no beta we die like all three of them, Blood, Implied vomiting Series: Part 3 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

The one where Garth saves Dick, and Dick has to immediately return the favor.

Full Story Under Cut

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Recon. Would you believe Dick Grayson started out his night thinking he could actually handle an easy recon mission?

 Yeah, he couldn’t believe it either.

   He groaned, coming to on a damp floor. Night mode had activated automatically, and turning his head, he could see the insides of a cavern.

 Something was pinning him to the spot. He shifted and was welcomed by the sound of pebbles pattering down rocks in return. A sharp pain ran up the length of his calf. He moved slowly, pleasantly surprised to find nothing else wrong.

 What wasn’t fine, was whatever was pinning him was warm. Soft. Human… or well, too warm to be human, but warm enough to be…

 “Tempest?” He panted, cautiously shifting his arms out further. Creeping further out, he dragged himself forward, pausing whenever too many pebbles began trickling down around him. “Tempest, report!” No response. “Aqualad… Garth?” He could feel his pulse speeding up, adrenaline and worry mixing to heighten his awareness.

 Dust rained down from above as he dragged himself forward out of wreckage, the details of the mission coming back to him. Radio silence was to be maintained at all costs, the H.I.V.E. had caught on to the frequencies they’d been using. They’d been ambushed, caught off guard on the side of a cliff, nowhere to run.

 Garth had been next to him, they’d been alone. H.I.V.E started shooting, rocks started pouring out of the sky, an explosion in the distance. The last thing he remembered was being tackled out of the path of an avalanche. “Oh… Garth.” He doubled his efforts to drag the two of them out of the rubble.

 Avalanche. They weren’t safe here; the structure of the cave was possibly compromised. Silently, he thanked Bruce’s paranoia – he’d memorized the system instead of the map… which he lost… well… hopefully he still knew where they were.

 Crawling out from under Garth was tricky, but manageable. Rising to his knees, he got his first good look at his unresponsive friend. Blood trickled out from a head wound, and the back of costume was torn to shreds.

 <em>It should have been me.</em> He pushed the thought out of his mind, it didn’t matter, what mattered was getting Garth out of this; he needed medical attention. They weren’t scheduled to be back for another couple hours. He couldn’t expect help, he’d have to do this alone.

 It was his fault – he’d proposed this mission. He thought they were safe - the only way this could have happened is if someone had betrayed them. Stupid. He’d had more than his fair share of traitors, had been a traitor too – ugh. He’d have to increase the monthly brainwashing screenings to biweekly, this was getting ridiculous.

 And it was getting his friends killed. He dug his heels into the ground, centering himself in reality.

 One last tug and Garth was free of the rubble, he dragged him back a few more steps for good measure. He bit his lip, more injuries becoming evident; Garth’s right leg had snapped below the calf. “Now would be a great time for you to wake up.” He muttered, pulling a small medical kit from his gauntlets. Field dressings would have to last till they reached the exit.

 Starting with the headwound, he stemmed the bleeding best he could, taping on some gauze. He slipped a hand under the tattered remains Garth’s costume, feeling around for broken ribs and assessing scrapes as he went. He wrapped his ribs and prayed he hadn’t shifted him enough to puncture a lung. Moving on, he splinted Garth’s right leg with his escrima sticks.

 He leaned rolled back off his knees to the balls of his feet. He’d done what he could… which was never enough.

 Nothing he did was ever quite enough.

 He quickly wrapped the gash on his calf, it stung but wouldn’t kill him - like staying in the cave would. Fortunately, if they were where he thought they were, he knew a path leading out to the extraction point, avalanche, hopefully notwithstanding.

 A shiver ran up his spine, as he rose to his feet; the cave was damp and cool, the chill seeped in from rips in his costume. He hesitated, staying here wasn’t really an option – H.I.V.E. would come looking for them soon. But moving Garth like this could cause more harm than good.

 One day without having to make impossible choices. Just one day would be nice.

 As it was, he crouched down, sweeping Garth up in his arms, carefully trying to minimize the stress on his ribcage. Keeping his back straight, he slowly stood, and took a step towards the exit.

 Garth’s head lolled against his chest, warm puffs of breath tickling his skin as he walked. He tried to look at the bright side, at least he wasn’t cold – Garth was like a little space heater in his arms. On the downside, he had a mile walk, followed by a hundred-foot climb to the exit. And five miles after that to reach help. No pressure.

 Except for the crushing reality that he could be causing one of his best friends more internal bleeding. He did his best not to jostle him as he walked through the caves, watching his footing, and picking his steps carefully. It was an oddly familiar situation – if he squinted, he could pretend these were the tunnels under the manor, and he was twelve years old, carrying a practice dummy around as training.

 This wasn’t training anymore, for better and for worse. His arms no longer burned with exertion after the first few minutes; now, he could keep this up for hours though, the stakes were higher. And so, he silently walked, twisting and turning through the tunnels, watching Garth carefully as he went, scanning for signs of distress.

 Maybe it was a sign of how much time he spent in caves, but he was oddly comforted by the sounds of wings flapping in the distance. Bats.

 Garth twitched, and Dick froze in his tracks. He was a notoriously light sleeper, a hangover from the days spent alone in the wilderness – it meant the difference between life or death.

 “Garth?” His eyes shot open, and he squirmed, trying to break free of Dick’s grasp. “Calm down, it’s me, your safe. Garth please, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He tried to sound reassuring, as safe was probably an overstatement. Either way, the man slumped back into his arms.

 “Sorry.” He croaked, and Dick’s heart sank.

 “Sorry? Garth, I’m the one who should be sorry.” He ducked down, pressing a kiss to the top of Garth’s head, and picked up his pace once more. “I put together this mission based on information I collected. This is my fault.”

 “Mm.” He groaned back, squeezing his eyes shut. Dick gritted his teeth.

 “Do you need me to stop for a second?” Garth shook his head slightly. “Garth, what’s wrong?” His voice came out more panicked than he meant.

 “You… really need to ask?” He wheezed.

 “Humor me. How are you feeling?” Dick fought to keep his arms as still as possible, climbing up a few rocks as the elevation started changing.

 “Not great.” Garth got out.

 “Can you get your arm around my neck? That might help take some pressure off your ribs. Or I could try to-”

 “Dick?” <em>No names in the field</em>, a voice eerily sounding like Bruce chanted in his head.

 “Yeah?” He couldn’t quite tell through the night vision, but Garth seemed paler then normal.

 “Please stop.” He fell silent, pressing the chin to the top of Garth’s head in acknowledgement, and rolling down to give him another quick kiss. He vowed again to fix this.

 A few minutes later they reached the bottom of the entrance. Dick swallowed uneasily. He was going to have to climb using both hands, which meant moving Garth.

 As he stopped, Garth opened his eyes. “Leave me.” He quietly suggested, staring up at the opening. Dick huffed.

 “Over my dead body.” Which, if he slipped, that’s what it would be. He lost his grapples in the previous fight, and his climbing gear had to be left behind. Carefully, he laid Garth down on the cave floor. “I’m getting you out of here.” He tore the top half of his costume off.

 “By stripping?” Garth flashed a pained smile. Dick rolled his eyes.

 “I need my arms, you’re gonna have to ride on my back, and I don’t trust you to hang on.” This was going to be a pain in the ass. Or in Garth’s ribs. Likely both. He pulled out a wingding, and began fashioning a harness, with a little seat at the bottom.

 It was funny, how he didn’t even need to take measurements. He memorized all the Titan’s dimensions years ago. He knew Garth’s girth like the back of his hand.

 “Dick.” Garth hissed. “I’m slowing you down… Go get help and come back.” Dick ignored the protests as he pulled the strips around Garth’s chest. “They’ll catch us both.” He slid the makeshift seat under Garth’s legs, looping through to connect the bottom part of the harness.

 “I’m not leaving you alone.” He promised, helping Garth sit up. He sat between Garth’s legs, physically strapping the two of them together. <em>Try leaving now, Garth</em>. “Tell me to stop if this is too much.” He raised Garth’s arms up, easing them around his shoulders, luckily not hearing Garth hiss in pain. “This is okay?” He asked, getting ready to attempt standing.

 Garth rested his head against Dick’s. “I’m fine but… you should go.” Dick reached up, taking Garth’s hands in his own. He kissed each of them.

 “I love you.” He wouldn’t let Garth go. Not after Joey. No more Titans would die on his watch. “You’re going to live.” He grabbed Garth’s thighs and braced himself.

 A low whimper escaped Garth’s lips, barely audible, as Dick struggled to his feet, lifting all two hundred plus pounds of dead weight. He gritted his teeth as he made it halfway to standing, letting go of Garth’s left leg, he grabbed a rock on the wall, and pushed himself to his full height.

 “There, that wasn’t so bad, right?” He panted, looking up at his daunting task. “Let me know if you need a break.” Reaching up, he found his first handhold. Then stepped up on a little ledge, letting go of Garth’s right leg slowly, making sure it didn’t brush the ground.

He stepped up and reached, pulling himself up a few inches higher. Took another step up. He kept his breathing deep and steady. He grunted, raising the two of them up again, reach, pull, step, repeat. “Don’t look down.” He warned, feeling Garth’s head turn.

 It wasn’t long before his muscles started shaking with effort, his fingers burning. He was grateful to have his gloves.

 They were maybe twenty feet off the floor. “Do you need a break?” Garth whispered.

 “Nope.” He grunted. “You?”

 “Nope.” Dick took a deep breath and pushed up a few more inches. He could feel sweat building on his forehead. Another few feet and it began trickling down. “I can do this.” He muttered, not sure if he was talking to Garth or himself.

 “I love you too.” Garth whispered. “We all do... You don’t have to do this.” Dick snorted, reaching up for another hold. He concentrated on the rock wall. Yes. He did need to do this.

 Ignoring his burning arms, he climbed on, scanning the rocks for handholds, listening for any sounds of intruders. Counting his breaths and sharpening his mind. Sweat poured down his face, dripping off his chin. He ignored the straps cutting into his shoulders, the unbearable weight hanging off his back.

 He was halfway up when Garth nudged the side of his head. “I hear footsteps.” He warned.

 “Well. Fuck.” He’d been pacing himself before – no longer an option. He allowed panic to wash over him, giving in to the adrenaline rush, praying it’d last to the top. He picked up his pace, scrambling up the side of the underground cliff.

 At the seventy-foot mark, he heard the faint sounds of scouts making their way through the tunnels. He doubled his speed again. Garth squeezed him tight, and Dick thought of nothing but him – how he would die if he slowed down, how it was his fault Garth was even here, hurt and broken – he had to get him out. Stopping was not an option, ignoring everything else, he focused on the top of the cave.

 He moved to step up, but his other foot slipped in his haste, leaving him hanging by his hands. Garth squeezed tighter. His arms screamed and his heart hammered in his throat. He scrambled for footing, only finding some higher than before.

 He needed to pull himself up. But his arms had frozen up, pushed to their limits.

 He couldn’t move. He was stuck.

 He was stuck and Garth was going to die.

 “Nightwing.” Garth whispered urgently. Panic ate through his chest. “Catch your breath.” He pleaded, Dick shook his head, adrenalin spiking.

 “We’ve got to go.” He bit back, not caring to hide the fear in his voice. He grunted – muffling a scream and yanked himself up. His vision blacked out for a moment, and somehow, he made it to standing.

 He continued in the adrenaline-fueled haze, blocking everything out but the wall in front of him. Before he knew it, his hands reached the top, and he pulled them the rest of the way up, crawling away from the edge, he was vaguely aware of his stomach flipping as he stood, and something coming up his throat.

 The next few moments were a blur, and taking his first steps, he moved away from foul smelling stuff on the ground. <em>Get Garth to safety</em>, was the only thought on his mind as he briskly walked through the forest he’d emerged in. Continue north, keep moving – nothing else mattered.

 He wasn’t sure how long it’d been when he finally realized Garth was saying something. “What?” He whispered, constantly turning his head, scanning for danger. He could see the extraction point in the distance.

 “Are you okay?” Garth whispered. Dick took long strides, quickly closing the distance. He pulled a camouflaged sheet off their little plane. “Dick?”

 Time seemed to slow down as the sheet drifted to the ground. Dick blinked a few times. What was he doing?

 “Nightwing?” Ah yeah. Get Garth to safety.

 “Tempest.” Opening the door, he slid Garth into the passenger’s seat, and slipped out of the straps. He ran to the other side, hoping into the pilot’s seat, and gunned the engine.

 For some reason, his fingers refused to close around the controls. He glared at them, mind over matter – commanding them to close once more. They obeyed. Soon, they were in the air once more. His entire body shook, though he hardly understood why. Time seemed to speed up. He blinked and they were about to reach the Tower.

 Shaking himself into the present, he landed the plane with a practiced ease, relying on muscle memory rather than his own confused mind. He was getting… so tired. Like he couldn’t move… His eyelids drooped… Garth said something next to him… Garth!

 Eyes snapping open, he jumped out of the plane as it rolled to a stop. “HEY!” He screamed into the empty hanger. “GARTH NEEDS HELP!” He dragged himself to the intercom. The last thing he coherently remembered was hitting the panic button, his knees giving out, and sliding to the floor.

 A flash of colors and sounds exploded around him, too much to comprehend.

   The next time he opened his eyes, he was sitting on a couch, leaning against Roy. A half empty bottle of water sat in front of him. He felt like a pile of jello. “Wha?” He had a vague tingling he was supposed to be doing something.

 “You back on planet earth?” Roy rumbled, grabbing the water and twisting off the cap.

 “How’s Garth?” He realized, the words tumbling out of his mouth as fast as he could say them.

 “He’ll be fine, drink this.” He held the bottle up to Dick’s lips. He tried to grab it himself, but his arm just limply twitched. Traitor. Either way, he chugged the cool liquid. When he finished, it finally dawned on him that someone had wrapped both his wrists.

 “What happened?” He asked. “Where’s Garth? I’ve got to-” He tried to stand and succeeded in flopping his chest to his knees. “-Why can’t I move?”

 “Because you decided to free climb 100ft. straight up with 200 pounds on your back. And then walk five miles without stopping.” Roy leaned forward and pulled Dick’s legs onto the other end of the couch. “And despite what you seem to believe, you’re a human so you probably tore like a bazillion muscles, not to mention, you were dehydrated as fuck.” He kicked his legs up on the coffee table, lifting Dick’s head into his lap.

 “Where’s-”

 “Oh, my god, bird brain. Garth is fine, he went into surgery half an hour ago to fix his ribs-” Dick bristled.

 “That doesn’t sound fine to me.” He muttered. Guilt clawed its way into his chest. “I didn’t – shit. I shouldn’t have moved him, I should have-”

 “Calm your tits! He’s sleeping in the recovery room, he got out five minutes ago.” Roy sighed. “Jeez, you did the best you could. Cut yourself some slack.” He reached over the edge of the couch and grabbed another water bottle. “And take a nap or I’ll waterboard you.” He threatened, waving the water above his head.

 Dick blinked a few times, feeling exhaustion wear him down, his body sinking into the couch. He was going to be sore as fuck tomorrow – but that was tomorrow and now was now – and right now, he wanted to see Garth. He gazed into Roy’s eyes, relaxing his brow, and meticulously forming a slight pout. Roy crossed his arms, scrunching up his nose as he stared back. Dick wobbled his lower lip, opening his eyes wider. Roy sighed.

 “Fine, I’ll wake you up when he wakes up. Are you happy?” He ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly, then grabbed a couch cushion. “Stop it, now I’m immune.” Dick squirmed as the pillow covered his face.

 “Asshole.” He grumbled, though it came out more like “aff-ole”.

 “Can’t hear you.”

 “Fine, deal.” Light filled his vision again, as the pillow was slipped under his head. Roy pulled down a Hello Kitty blanket from the top of the couch. “You’re such a dad.”

 “Call me daddy, and I will end you.” The tips of Roy’s ears turned red. Dick grinned but decided not to push it. Well, maybe not too much…

 “Will you read me a bedtime story?”

 “I’m leaving.” He spread the blanket out, tucking Dick in, no indication of getting up.

 “Good night kisses?” The lights went out.

 “Dick, I will kill you.” His eyes were already closed, and as the room fell silent, he found himself drifting into an uneasy sleep.

 Just before he nodded off, Roy kissed the top of his head.

 “Goodnight.”

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Imagine Roxas’s reaction to seeing Axel shirtless when he started getting buff for the first time

Enjoy the distraction of the evening and Roxas and Sora bonding, and be warned of language and reference to adult situations.

"Can I complain to you about Riku for a second?" Sora asked. It was perhaps not the ideal time to start a new conversation as Roxas was in the process of landing the gummi ship in a clear spot of grass in the courtyard outside the entrance to the keyblade academy at the Land of Departure, but that was how Sora was, keeping things in and then letting them explode forth at times that often seemed odd to others, but were simply the breaking point to him.

"No, I require at least ten minutes of complaining about Riku every week,"Roxas deadpanned, guiding the ship down between two others already parked. "You know the time table. Three minutes without air. Three days without food. Seven days without busting Riku's silver dusted balls."

"Gold," Sora chirped, unbuckling his restraints and going for the door.

"I'm going to regret this," Roxas sighed, half to himself as he followed suit,  "But...what?"

"Gold medal," Sora grinned. "Everything in that area is nothing less than first place." 

"Strongly disagree." Roxas screwed up his face in exaggerated disgust.

"You have no way of..." Sora complained as they started up to the castle.

"Please, can we get to the complaining?" Roxas cut him off.

"It's official even. The council of judges, me and Data Sora judging pictures saved on my gummi phone, awarded him the blue ribbon. I tied it..." 

"I will give you all the munny in my munny bag not to finish that sentence." It was pretty clear to Roxas that Sora was torturing him on purpose for crimes of his past lives. Sometimes he still hated his other.

"Then I suppose you don't want to hear about the ribbon cutting ceremony either? Or, well, it was more of a ribbon untying ceremony. I'm not usually good at tongue tricks like the cherry thing so I was kind of proud of myself that I managed to..."

The pattern of hasty interruption of an oblivious or happily malicious Sora continued. "For the love of sea salt ice cream, Sora, I'm begging you to stop before I hurl."

"What were you talking about before?" Sora blanked and grasped at straws of stray thought. "Tortillas?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"It was taco night when I came up with the ribbon ceremony."

"You were going to tell me how much Riku was annoying you."

 The enlightened glow of remembrance entered Sora's eyes, but the spark of happiness at conquering his brain only lasted a moment before Sora was collapsing against the doors of the castle academy, playing up the drama of whining, "Riku is driving me crazy!"

"That's more like it! Tell me all about it."  Roxas was perhaps a bit overzealous in his support, judging by the look Sora shot him, so he tried a more nonchalant and less gleeful tone, "You'll feel better."

"He keeps looking at me like I'm going to disappear in front of his eyes. He's woken me up in the middle of the night to make sure I'm still breathing. He keeps tripping me up in battle because he's started diving between me and the Heartless, like all of a sudden I can't take care of myself. I know why it's happening, and I know he means well, but I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. Do you have that problem with Axel?"

Now, he and Axel had to work through some anxiety about being separated again. It had taken a lot of long talks, time, and trust exercises, to work through them, but now Roxas could help Sora with Riku's issues from the point of view of someone who had been there before and gotten out. Or he could just make a joke. "Well, I'm afraid he'll get caught in a strong wind one night and snap in half, but I'm trying to keep myself rational. I mean I can stick unwound hangers in his clothes to try and create a brace from something more substantial than his limbs, and I can put a bell on him so I don't lose track of him when he turns sideways, but after we take all the precautions we can, all I can do is tell him to be careful lifting his keyblade so it doesn't break his arm, and look at the positive. He and Jack Skellington wear the same size jacket and being able to trade clothes with  the King of Halloween is pretty cool."

"What are you talking about?"

Roxas steeled himself to be drawn into a serious talk anyway, taking a spot leaning against the doors alongside Sora and putting a hand on his shoulder, dearly hoping someone didn't open the door from the other side and send them sprawling. "Listen, I picked a ridiculous example, but the same principle applies. Take measures to keep each other safe--simple ones that don't stop you from being able to do your job-- talk about what his fears are, and then just try to find silver linings and agree to live your lives. You guys are going to be okay."

"Oh yeah, I know that,"  Sora dismissed, shaking off his hand. "I was just letting off steam. Riku's actually being really sweet. I just need to make him realize what he's doing before he finds a way to sacrifice himself again to keep me safe. What you said about Axel doesn't make sense though. He's ripped."

"He's a twig," Roxas countered with a scoff. "He's got the muscle mass of the jelly creature from Monstropolis, and looks like it the time it let me suck it into a large straw to make Boo laugh. I love him but he's a scarecrow. My stickman scarecrow, and I love him, but let's be realistic."

The light of dawning realization lit Sora's eyes once more, and Roxas found it a bit unnerving. He was definitely missing something. "...Haven't you visited Axel since he started training with Terra?"

"No, this is my first visit, to see Terra confer the master title on him." Master ceremonies had become a big thing now, a little pomp and circumstance to make it seem more important, Roxas guessed. Riku had missed out. Too bad for him. "He was on a journey of the soul as well as the body...Whatever that means. Terra didn't want me distracting him."

"That's what makes it more fun. When I went to retake my mark of mastery at Yensid's tower...Wait a second, Terra ordered you to do something and you just listened?" Sora's pursed lips and glaring eyes spoke more of tantrum throwing toddler than betrayed friend.

"He's a master," Roxas answered simply, though it wasn't respect for orders of a master that held him back. He could have been a master too, if he wanted, if he felt like he needed the validation of being recognized by the others and wanted to jump through hoops set up by Yensid or Aqua or even worse options. He had been named master of the keyblade by the Organization, that was enough. He and Axel had agreed they would help guard the worlds but they wouldn't play into the ranking game. Axel had changed his mind, and Roxas respected that, but he felt no compulsion to join him.

"You never listen when Riku tells you to do something. He's a master too."

"Master, my ass."

"No, master of my..."

"Why do you have to be like this?" Roxas groaned, sliding to the ground.

"Don't get pissy just because you haven't gotten laid in months."

"I didn't visit because Axel told me not to. We've been doing the long distance thing. We've done it before for stretches, like when he and Isa were working on their first book,"Roxas answered Sora's original question, loudly, to change the subject.

"But you've talked on the gummi phone?"

"Every night."

"With video?"

"Is this going back to a weird place you never leave?"

"I live in the gutter now!" Sora confirmed happily, before going back to neutral. "No, it's a serious question. Have you gotten a good look at Axel recently?"

"Same loveable bozo sleeping in a fuzzy zip up adult onesie that makes him look like a Meow Wow  he's always been. "

"You haven't seen him out of the onesie?" At Roxas's exasperated look, Sora defended himself once more. "Legitimate question."

"Some nights I don't even see him take down the hood. He has a voice for Meowaxel."

"And you were griping about the ribbon ceremony. Your sex story is much weirder."

"We don't have phone sex," Roxas's pining despair outweighed his distaste for discussing this kind of thing with Sora who was a dog that never let go of a bone without making a joke about boning. "We have an agreement. He almost crashed a gummi ship once."

"You...while he was driving?" Sora looked impressed and Roxas felt a rare flash of shame.

"New idea?" He pushed through and said the words as if they were a crack of his own.

"Great idea!" Sora's face split into a wide grin and Roxas apologized to Riku internally, the only way he ever did so. Sora grabbed his former Nobody's arm and dragged him to his feet. "Come on. We're going to spy on Axel sparring with Terra. They have a routine. Terra wouldn't deviate from it even knowing people are arriving for the ceremony tonight."

"I am always down to see my baby light someone on fire," Roxas followed Sora down the hill, pliable and, frankly, excited to see Axel as soon as possible.

"Baby? Blech." Sora pulled a face that lasted maybe half a second and rang false while it did, thrilled and supportive as always to see Roxas showing a soft spot, but attempting to play some of Roxas's own attitude back at him.

"Your pet names for Riku are worse...and you should not prove it by listing them." Roxas tacked on the latter part hastily, leaving no room for Sora to start his reign of terror anew.

" There are several riffs on Dream Eater that would make you wish you were as smart as me," Sora huffed, "But that's not what we're here for." He held Roxas back for a second with a thrown out arm, and glanced around the last bend in the hill. Roxas could hear sounds of exertion. Satisfied with what he saw, Sora withdrew the restraining arm in favor of waving his hands like a cheap magician as he ordered Roxas to, "Feast your eyes!"

Roxas ignored Sora's theatrics and stepped around him, only to stop short when he ended up following the other man's order despite himself. His eyes were feasting and there was an entire buffet in the form of Axel, stripped to the waist and hair up in a messy bun with damp loose tendrils stuck to the back of his neck, twisting away to avoid a strike by Terra (in his weird black spandex shirt like always, showing off for who the hell knew or cared) and using the momentum to whirl the rest of the circle and carry out his own blow, the flex and spring back of newly defined muscles Roxas had missed the development of covered by freckled skin that didn't quite make the definition of tan but had been cultivated into a tone more golden than ghost pale translucent on display. The first dish was broad shoulders that had always  been there, but no longer existed just to make clothes hang smoothly like they did on a clothes hanger now that they were attached to the freshly carved meat station--arms that bulged and Roxas was going to declare illegal to ever hide under bunched neon fleece or a thick black coat again. He'd call Axel's new abs the salad bar because he wanted to charge like a bull and then start grazing, but they could also be the drink station because there was definitely a six pack there much more appealing than the beer Hayner had developed a fondness for, and Roxas was remarkably thirsty looking at them. Axel's waist was still comparatively small (Dorito. Delicious. More buffets should include snack food on the side. Jokes weren't over. The man was a snack.) but then there was perhaps the most shocking addition of all had popped into existence below it.

"Bite the buns and have a popsicles for dessert," Roxas whispered under his breath, awed, unable to even be embarrassed by half consciously daydreaming out loud because his eyes had continued their journey and found out there was now meat on the stork (too long to be chicken) drumsticks Axel walked around on.

"Think he's safe from the wind now?" Sora taunted.

"Time for you to leave." Roxas shook himself out of his daze to return fully to the present.

"What?"

"Run up to the castle," Roxas gave the same order in new phrasing as he walked on ahead and waved to Terra, yelling, "Time to leave."

The scene that ensued was bordering on comical as Terra froze, caught off guard and was smacked full in the face with head turning force by the flat of Axel's keyblade, an act that was accompanied by an apologetic, "Oh shit!" and widened eyes that spoke to Axel trying to cut his actions short but being unable to stop the blow, just lessen it. Terra stumbled and Axel reached out to steady him, but then appeared to change his mind or become irrevocably distracted halfway through as Roxas's presence sank in fully. His keyblade disappeared in a shower of sparks, Terra fell, and the lovers ran to be reunited. 

Roxas found himself lifted off the ground like he weighed nothing and his soul left his body, leaving him not responsible for the happily sighed word that he used to greet Axel, "Arms."

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xiii - hypocrite

w/c - 3,299

"god, it's brutal out here"

index

You squint your eyes open, blinking a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the blinding lights. You look around you, feeling a sense of deja vu as you take in the white walls and white ceilings. Your father stands just a few feet away from you talking with someone who seems like the doctor.

“Unless she gets proper training on how to use her quirk, she’ll be fainting every time she uses at least fifty percent-“ The doctor’s eyes shift to you, noticing that you’ve awakened. H clears his throat, furrowing his brows at your father, lowering his voice into a more ushered tone. “Her quirk is too powerful for her body. I don’t know what that child had gone through, but all I can guess is that it must have been very painful for her quirk to enhance this much. You hav two options here, Mr. Kawamata; you either get her to stop using her quirk like that for the rest of her life or you get someone to teach her how to control it.”

The doctor leaves with a heavy ambience in the room and you watch as your father’s shoulders physically drop. “Are you finally regretting all the bullshit you did to me back when I was a child?” You ask, pushing yourself to sit up. Your father quickly turns around, smile stretching across your face to see you’ve awakened.

He steps towards you and you quickly hold up a hand to stop him in his tracks, not wanting a hug from him nor do you want him to be closer than three feet from you. “How long was I out?” You ask.

“About three hours. The doc says you will be discharged tomorrow-“

“If I can be discharged tomorrow then I can be discharged right now. There’s only a few hours difference.” You begin to pull at you IV tube only for your father’s much bigger hands to stop you. “Didn’t I tell you to-“

“You can deny me and reject me as much as you want, Y/n. But I am still your father and I’m worrying about your health.” He speaks in an assertive, dominating voice which pulls out the childhood fear you have in you. He’s always spoken to you like this back then, especially back then. You have no idea where this sudden change of heart came from but you don’t want anything to do with it, or him.

“I’ll contact a close friend of mine to be in charge of your quirk training. This way you will be able to control your quirk better and-“

“No way.”

Your father raises a questioning brow at you.

“I came to Japan because I knew you were here. Not because I wanted to be close to you but because I want to prove to you that I can become a respected and powerful hero without your help.” You grit your teeth, “when I was still a child, I expressed to you multiple times how much I wanted to be a hero and you turned that down every single time.”

You stand up, ripping the IV tube out of your skin, feeling the warmth of your blood slowly drop down your knuckles and fingers. “Well now you don’t get to meddle with my goals and dreams anymore, considering how much you’ve stomped on them my whole childhood.”

You quickly grab your phone, dialing a number you’ve memorized before you went home. It rings once, twice- “Hello this is The Endeavor Agency, how may I help you?”

You raise your brow, not expecting them to pick up since it was an hour past midnight. “Hello, it’s Y/n L/n. I’m calling to accept the recruitment offer you guys sent?”

“Of course miss L/n! We’ll send an email over to you in a bit regarding the schedules and information about the week long interning with Pro-Hero Endeavor. Thank you for choosing us!“

“Oh, and I’m sorry for calling this late. Something came ups and I didn’t have enough time to call.”

“it’s quite alright miss. then.“

You end the call, waving your hand up to get the attention of a taxi cab. You quickly get in, blinking your drowsiness away. You turn on your cellphone, feeling a wave of guilt hit you at the numerous missed calls you have on discord- presumably from Shinsou.

You: hey, sorry I didn’t play with you. Stress did me dirty and I passed out lol

You: I promise we’ll play soon, not now though, we’ll both be busy with interning

Shiin_s0u: u alright?

You: why aren’t you asleep?

You: yeah I am, just rlly tired

shiin_s0u: kinda fucked up my sleep schedule this week lmao

shiin_s0u: it’s ok we’ll have free schedules after the interning I think

You: fingers crossed

shiin_s0u: I’ll leave you to sleep

shiin_s0u: night lol

You: night

You look up from your phone, virtually paying the driver before getting off the car. By the time you reach your apartment, you barely have enough energy to walk towards your room, so you drop yourself onto the couch instead, allowing the heavy feeling of languor encase you in its arms.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own? You. Know, no matter how much we both loath that man he’s rich enough to have multiple cars that offer a comfortable ride to-“

“Mom. Please.” Your mother grows quiet as you sigh, “I’ve ridden a train on my own before.”

“I just wanna make sure you’ll be safe.“

“Yes, I know, thanks but I’ll be able to handle myself. Now I gotta go, I should have started walking to the train station half an hour ago.”

You bid farewell to your mother before ending the call, as you make your way down the building, your eye catches as black car with the windows tinted all over.

“Excuse me, miss Y/n L/n, we’re here to pick you up. We are-“ The man in the black suit starts, only for you to cut him off by bringing your hand up. “If you’re here on Mr. Kawamata’s orders, I would like you send him a message from me. Tell him to suck a dick.” You nod before you start walking away, taking out your headphones from your pocket proving to be a real struggle as you hold onto your stroller with your other hand.

“No, Miss L/n, we’re here because Pro-Hero Endeavor sent us.” You stop walking, turning at the balls of your feet and pushing the luggage towards him. “Well why didn’t you say so!” You chirp, stepping in the car.

You plugged in your earphones, allowing music to consume you as you leaned your head back on the seat, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to be lost in the cage of music. you stir awake not that long after, rubbing your eyes when you notice the car had stopped moving. You step out of the vehicle, whistling lowly as you took in the luxurious sky scraper in front of you with the front entrance decorated with a stylized flaming E for Endeavor.

You step in, allowing the man in the suit to carry your luggage for you as well as lead you to where you can only assume is the direction to the hero’s office. You’re greeted by a secretary right outside huge wooden double doors before she speaks into a telephone saying you’ve arrived. A stoic and deep voice tells her to let you in, it’s similar to how your father sounds, which causes a shiver to run up your spine.

You walk in the office, unable to quickly process just how large it is before your gaze lay on a certain two-toned boy. “Shoto?” You call out, making the boy turn around to face you. “Y/n? What are you doing at my father’s agency?” He ask, your jaw almost touch the floor with how big your mouth opened. “Your father own this?” You ask motioning around to the gigantic office.

You make your way towards him, feeling your stomach drop at the same large man that stood beside your father back at the sports festival. He opens his mouth to speak only for you to raise your hands in surrender.

“Nope, nope. I already know where this is going-“

“L/n your father has instructed me to teach you to control your quirk.” He starts only for you to clench your jaw. “I despise that man with all my heart. why the hell are you taking orders from him?”

“That man is the president of the hero association. He’s also a dear friend to me who I owe something to. To pay him back, he says I’ll have to take you under my wing. It’ll be beneficial to you; you’ll be able to fight better and control your power more.”

You huff and cross your arms at the idea, not wanting to argue with someone who made correct points. The help won’t be from your father anyways, it’s Endeavor who’s teaching you. Right?

“Well then, the two of you get ready. I’ll show you what a hero is.”

You quickly put on your hero suit, putting on your mask before meeting with the two guys outside the agency. the sun had already set and the winds are getting colder by the minute.

You and Shoto walk side by side, looking around the city as Endeavor continues to babble about being a hero and such.

Your heads snap towards the direction of the loud explosion near by, not having to think twice before all three of you start running towards the direction. You stop at your tracks at the sight of the same experiment you encountered back in UA, the walking biohazard named Nomu.

You look around you, noticing you’ve lost Endeavor and Shoto. You grit your teeth at the sight of the disgusting thing in front of you. You deploy your claymore as citizens begin screaming and running for their lives.

“Hey, kid! Get out of there! It’s not safe!” An officer yells at you as he helps an old granny back up to her feet. You look to your side, the blue neon lines on your mask glowing in the dark. “You continue helping granny away from here.” You put more power onto your claymore, allowing blue flames to start appearing on the thick blade. “I’ll handle this.”

You jump towards the monster, swinging your blade at it. It holds its hands up, blocking your attack as it moves its leg up to kick you in the stomach. You grunt, using your sword to push yourself off of it and back onto the ground.

It keeps its eyes you, charging the second it sees you staying still. You use your speed quirk, running around and towards its back, slashing your blade successfully at it. You smile, finally being able to drop an attack on it. Your smile a second later at the sight of the wound healing immediately, watching in disgust as the muscles patch themselves together.

It turns around, causing you to get on fighting stance. As it charges at you and as you ready yourself, large flames begin to surround its body, causing it to screech in pain. It falls to the ground moments later, showing you an irritated Shoto.

“Midoriya just texted me, they need help!” He yells, running towards an alley to which you follow immediately right after. Shoto looks down at his phone screen as you follow right behind him, coming to a halt at the loud of things crashing and Izuku yelling.

At the sight of a man in wrapped in shredded bandages with two katanas in hand, along with Tenya, a hero and Izuku unable to move close to him, Shoto uses his fire to force the villain back and away from the guys.

You run over towards them, pointing your claymore at the villain who tilts his head to the side. You hear Shoto scolding Izuku for not explaining the urgency of the situation because he could have gotten here sooner if he didn’t need to decode the green-haired boy’s message since he only sent his location.

Shoto sends his ice at the killer once more who continues to evade the boy’s attacks, standing on store signs instead as he looks down at you all, presumably trying to read the situation.

“Don’t let him ingest your blood! It will paralyze you!” Izuku yells, your head whipping back at the villain’s direction who looks like he’s about to lick on something on his blade. You those your claymore at him, causing him to let go of his katana and fall back.

You use your quirk to quickly run over to him, kicking him back onto the ground even before he can touch it, adding more pressure to his fall.

“Stop it, you guys! I inherited Ingenium’s name, I should be the one to stop the hero killer-“

“Quit yer yapping, Tenya!” You growl, deploying a scythe. “You say that but do you think your brother would have wanted you to do this?! We may not be close at all, hell, I only know your name but if your brother is as great of a hero as you say he is, he would want you to be a hero without such dark intentions in your heart!” You yell, your heart clenching as you feel your stomach twist at how hypocritical you sound right now.

Shoto creates a wall of ice, but Stain slashes through it. You jump towards the villain, swinging your scythe at him as he uses two daggers to repel your weapon. The two of you exchange blows before he suddenly lets go of his daggers, grabbing onto the handle of your scythe as he pulls you towards him, lifting you up by the weapon as he throws you upwards, causing you to lose your balance as you are thrown behind him.

Stain runs over to Shoto, stabbing him with throwing knives before moving over him. Before he can stab the boy from above, Izuku unexpectedly grabs him and tackles him away.

“Midoriya! I’ll support you-“

“Not so fast you two-toned bastard.” You growl, walking past him with the your trusty claymore in your hands. “You’re injured. Izuku and I will be able to fight him. Just stay up and watch over Iida and that hero.” You say, pointing your thumb back to where the two were as you point your blade towards the villain.

Stain runs over to Izuku, catching the boy off guard as you use your speed to run in between them, shielding Izuku from the villain with your sword. “I got your back!” You yell, pushing the villain away from you with your sword as Izuku runs over to his back, about to throw one of his ridiculously strong punches. Right before he can throw a blow at the villain, Stain jumps away, evading the attack as it hits you instead.

You quickly use your sword to block the gust of wind and power punched towards you as Izuku yells an apology. You click your tongue, “Couldn’t you stop being a klutz for just one minute?!” You yells, running over to Stain, swinging your sword towards him. He evades the attack once more, watching as your slice creates a large and deep slash on the cemented ground as well as the buildings behind him.

“What strong power locked inside a small body. I don’t think any of that belongs to you.” The villain smiles to which you frown at. “It was given and forcefully put inside me without my consent. But now it’s part of me, and I’m now naming it mine.” Your voice sounds powerful as you transfer more of your power onto your claymore, blue flames once again appearing on the blade.

“Come on, little villain.” You smile sinisterly, neon blue lines begin appearing all over your body, catching Izuku off guard. I shouldn’t be doing this, I might pass out again. But as my mother always said, there’s no gain without a little pain. You thought to yourself, once again leaving an after image of yourself in front of the villain as you strike him a scorching blow from behind.

“How the hell did you get behind me-“ Your claymore disappears from your grasp as fingerless gloves wrap themselves around your fists. You grab him by the face, slamming him onto the ground as your grip tightens around his head. “You’re supposed to be the infamous hero killer! Don’t tell me you’ll let a sixteen year-old child break you like this!” You yell, stepping onto his arms as you pull his head up only to smash it back down to the ground.

Smash his head open

No, no, make it so that he won’t be able to walk even after he heals up!

He’s killed many people, hasn’t he? So doesn’t he deserve death a thousand times over?

“That’s right! He does deserve death a thousand times over!” You yell, your hand never stopping as you continue bashing his head onto the ground. “Y/n, stop! We have to bring him over to the heroes alive for interrogation!” Iida yells as you feel arms wrap around from under your shoulders, pulling you away from the bloody villain. “Stop, stop! Y/n! Stain’s unconscious now!” Izuku snaps you out of your daze as the blue lines begin to disappear from your face. You look around, feeling your heart about to jump right out of your chest as you look at your palm, feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the sight of blood all over it.

You let the boys tie the villain up with some rope they found in the dumpster. All of you begin to walk towards the Main Street, Iida walking right beside you. “What was that back there?” He asks, his eyes staying up front.

“I have no idea what you mean.” You shrug your shoulders, not wanting to talk about this anymore. “Okay, let me rephrase my question. /Who/ was that back there?” You stop at your tracks, keeping your eyes on the ground as you clench your fists together. “Her name is Y/n L/n but she’s also none of your business.” You say before you continue walking straight.

When you finally step out of the alley way, the hero that had been injured with Iida offers to carry Izuku on his back, claiming its the least he can do after being saved by you all. A short yellow man comes kicking Izuku on his face, as he gives Izuku an angry lecture.

You hear a group of heroes begin running your way, “Endeavor told us there was request for help here but… children?”

“Those injuries look bad, I’ll call an ambulance right away.”

“Hey, look!” One motions at Stain as another gasps, “Is that… the hero killer?”

As the adults begin contacting for help, Iida walks over to the three of you, bowing. “You guys, got hurt because of me. I’m truly sorry. I was just so angry I couldn’t… see anything else.” Your heart ached for Iida as you watched his tears drop to the ground, staining them wet. You sigh, walking over to him, propping him to stand up straight. You pull him into a hug, allowing him to sob harder on your shoulder.

You whisper calming hushes onto his ear as you stroked his head- something your mother would do to you whenever you felt negative about yourself. “It’s okay, Tenya. From now on, just remember to be good always. Always have kindness in your heart no matter what.”

Hypocrite. You’re the personification of the word hypocrite.

I know. You sigh to yourself, I know.

[just--another--daydreamer]

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» Shota Aizawa x gn!reader (They/Them pronouns used)

»Genre: Angst »Summary: While investigating a murder, Aizawa finds a piece of paper that reminds him of the past »Warnings: murder; blood; (short) description of a dead body & injuries; police; implied depression; trauma »Words: 2.2k » A/N: I listened to the song “Red” by Survive Said the Prophet as an inspiration for this. Repost because it didn’t show up in the tags

You can find a link to my Masterlist etc in my bio and pinned post

The scene was a mess when Aizawa arrived. The glass of what used to be a rather fancy door and windows cracked under the soles of his shoes as he approached the building. The automatic door did not open anymore, so he simply stepped through the giant hole in the pane, closely followed by his fellow pro-hero Midnight.

On the dark marble floor that adorned the bank’s entrance, the shards looked like stars in the sky of a clear summer night. However, the stars were not of their usual colour – they shone in a bright red. Aizawa’s eyes looked for the source of the red colouring and quickly fell onto the reason why he was there in the first place.

There was not much left of the expensive suit that the man had been wearing. It was ripped into pieces that hung loosely from his body, exposing the bone-deep wounds the man was covered in. An obnoxious smell came from the victim, but Aizawa refrained from covering his nose. Instead, he just clenched his jaw, the sensation a minor distraction from it.

Kayama crossed her arms in front of her chest. “He’s dead.” Aizawa huffed in an amused manner. “I couldn’t tell, thank you for pointing that out.” He took a few brave steps toward the body. The investigators who had been taking notes and pictures of the victim and the scene made room for the hero. Their job was done and they disappeared outside.

Aizawa crouched down to get a closer look at the man. He was not particularly interested in the dead body itself, but in his suit. Trying not to get too much blood on his hands in the process, Aizawa reached into the man’s pocket. His fingers grazed a tiny piece of paper. ‘Bingo,’ he thought before letting it disappear immediately and without anyone noticing. He was proud that not even Kayama’s watchful eyes had picked up on him doing this. He was glad that the police had not found it yet, making it easier for him to maybe take a look at it later, despite already knowing what the piece of paper was. Though, there was something in his mind that told him to leave it there, to forget about all this. To leave it to the police. Aizawa should let this rest and move one. God, that was giving him a headache. He got up with an annoyed gnashing of teeth.

“Oh, the heroes!” A fairly young policeman interrupted Aizawa’s ‘investigation’ by approaching them. “Any witnesses?” Kayama asked without hesitations. “No, that’s why nobody called the pros. He was found like that by a civilian when he was already dead.” The man pulled out the notes he had been taking prior to the heroes’ arrival. “Has he been identified yet?” Even though they were not technically a part of the investigating forces, the heroes had to know everything. Catching the foe was their job after all. “No. We’re working on it,” the man answered Aizawa’s question. “You’ve taken a look at the body?”

“Yes.” “Do you have any idea who could’ve done this?” the policeman asked. Aizawa averted his eyes, afraid that the officer might know that he was lying when he said, “No. Isn’t it your job to find that out?” His worries turned out to be unjustified as the policeman clicked his pen and let it, alongside with his small notepad, disappear in his pocket, an offended frown on his forehead. “That’s correct,” he answered, clearly struggling to keep his composure after Aizawa’s comment. “The video tapes are being investigated at the moment.”

Aizawa huffed again. “Yeah, good luck with that.” Kayama gave him a warning side-look. He knew he went too hard on the newbies sometimes and being in no good mood after his small discovery did not make that any better. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” the young man stated. “This was the work of someone who knew what they were doing,” Aizawa explained. “There were no witnesses so that person knew the perfect timing for their attack. I’m sure they were aware of the security cameras as well. Even though they completely destroyed the place which makes it seem like a messy, spontaneous attack, it was a coordinated one for sure. This wasn’t a simple robbery ending in murder, this was an assassination.” The man looked at him, stunned. Kayama, on the other hand, was not too impressed.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that the murderer was a pro at what they were doing. They probably-” Aizawa stopped himself before he could reveal any more of the things going through his head. “That’s it, that’s all I’ve got.”

“Thank you for your cooperation, Eraserhead.” Still a little stunned, the policeman bowed his head, Aizawa did not bother to do the same.

They watched as the man joined his colleagues outside.

Aizawa rubbed his jaw. It hurt from how much he had been gritting his teeth. In his pocket, his fingertips touched the tiny piece of paper again. Snippets of the past that he had been trying to forget at any cost came back all of the sudden and with the force of water masses making their way through a dam after weeks of heavy rain. He closed his eyes for a moment. Home. He needed to get home right now.

Midnight frowned at Aizawa. She opened her mouth to say something, but he silenced her by raising his hand in a defensive manner. “I know what you’re going to say, save your breath.” But, as it was to be expected from his friend, Midnight spoke anyway. “You’ve found another snip.” “That doesn’t matter.” “That means it was them.” Aizawa really did not want to have this conversation right now. He buried his hands in his pockets again, closing his fist around the paper, and started walking towards the entrance of the bank. The night was bright from the red lights of the many police cars outside the building, reflecting off the wet asphalt. Some reporters tried to get a picture of the heroes leaving the building or even the crime scene. Their flashing cameras blinded Aizawa and he looked down as he lifted the warning tape to pass beneath it.

He was sure that Midnight would follow him but he would not have thought that she would catch up so fast. “You should tell the police everything you know about them,” she ordered. “I haven’t seen them in three months-” Aizawa sighed. “-since they lost their hero license, became a vigilante and broke up with me.” “Aizawa, that did not look like the work of a vigilante. That was a villain’s work.” He recalled the images of the scene and shook his head. Both to erase the picture of the corpse, and to disagree with his friend. “I’m sure they had their reasons.” Midnight huffed. “And you’re still defending them? Why?” Aizawa did not have an answer. “I’m sure the investigations will give some more insight.” “The investigations that you are impeding?” He did not have an answer to that either.

“I didn’t think you were the kind of person to let your feelings get in the way of your work.”

Stopping in his tracks, Aizawa sighed. “I didn’t think that either.” A hand of his wandered from his pocket to his chest, right above his heart. The pain that he had been trying to ignore came back, full force. It spread like a forest fire in a dry summer from his chest through his entire body, replacing the numbness he had been dealing with for the past months. The pain took his breath and made it impossible for him to move. He needed to get home, please, he needed to get away from Kayama, away from everyone.

For a mere second, he thought of how he needed you. You would know what to say, how to help him. You would know how he felt by just looking at him. But then he remembered that it was also you who had gotten him into this situation in the first place. That you were the one who had just murdered that man. Why was he defending you? He did not know. It was not the right thing to do, probably. Maybe. Maybe? He had no idea.

Aizawa’s fingers held onto his shirt that hung loosely over his chest. It did not ease the pain. Neither did holding onto that piece of paper you had left for him on the body. Just like you had left them at the scenes after the last few crimes you had committed. But with the difference that this had been your first murder.

“They’re not a villain, Kayama.” Aizawa was glad when he felt the first few raindrops hit his clothes and hair. The rain would cool him down, sort his thoughts out. Or so Aizawa hoped. “They may have lost their hero license but that doesn’t make them a villain.” “So you’re calling them a vigilante?”

“The hero system is not rational. Vigilantism is not rational either,” Aizawa was not sure where he was going with this. Maybe this was just him convincing himself that, no, you were not a villain. He clenched both his fists until his knuckles turned white. He thought of all the times they had put hero students so very young in dangerous situations, leaving them mentally scarred forever. He thought of the students who died horrible deaths upon being put into fights that were not even theirs yet and might not even become theirs in the future. He thought about the rejects, those who did not fit into heroism. He thought about those abusing their power. And finally, he thought about you, who had always fought against these problems in your own way and thus lost your license. And Aizawa had been too much of a coward to follow you.

He felt like he had broken into pieces that day, ripped apart into tiny snippets. It was not impossible for him to comprehend your thoughts and motivations – no, they even made sense to him. But a part of him stuck to what he had been taught to believe in. No, it was not only his heart that had broken that day.

It started to shower and thunder could be heard in the distance. Aizawa’s clothes started sticking to his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He should get out of the rain to not catch a cold but instead he lifted his head and faced the sky. The rain mixed with the tears he had been shedding in secret and hidden from his friend’s view.

Aizawa had not allowed himself to cry until now. And hell, it felt good. The pain in his body eased, returned to his heart until that was the only place to ache.

“Give me the paper.” Kayama came closer and, in that moment, Aizawa was incredibly thankful for the rain. He reached into his pocket and placed the snippet on Kayama’s hand.

“It’s a location, just like the last few times. They want to talk to you, Aizawa.” “Yeah, it seems like they do.” “You should accept their offer.” “Did you change your mind about them all of the sudden?” Aizawa raised his eyebrows at Kayama. “No,” Midnight admitted. “But I’m your friend and I see that you’re hurting.” She rested her free hand on his shoulder. “And I trust your judgement that they have their reasons.” Aizawa ignored her last statement. “I’m not hurting.” “Oh shut the hell up.” Kayama lightly punched his bicep, it barely hurt. “It’s not far from here. A five-minute walk. Do you wanna go?” Aizawa nodded.

He did not know why he had agreed to meet you. It was not rational, not at all. The walk there felt as though it lasted hours – every single step took so much effort, like the street was made of gum sticking to his soles. At this point, he could see their breaths in the white lights of the street lanterns. The cold bit into Aizawa’s skin, made its way through his flesh and stuck to his bones, slowed him down even more. The rain was getting into his eyes, blurring his vision. Maybe the world did not want him to get to you, he thought. But when he saw your silhouette in the distance, an umbrella in your right hand to protect yourself from the rain, he remembered why he was there. He was there to make things right. Between him and you as well as in the society he lived in. He would do anything to fix this mess. To protect his students. To protect his and your ideals. To protect the ones he loved. To protect you. And to be protected by you.

“I am here,” was all he said when he came to a stop two metres before you. All Might’s catchphrase, ironic for the situation he was in. Even though it was dark, he was able to see you smile. It was a warm smile, the one he had missed so incredibly much. You offered him your hand and he took it with no hesitation. It felt familiar and sent electricity through your touching palms, up his arm and through his entire body. Somehow, the snippets of who he was came together and he felt whole again.

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Aizawa fic - CH3 - Entrapment

18+ Only! SFW (for now)

Shouta Aizawa x Villain!OC/Reader (?)

CH1

CH2

!!TW!! mentions of abuse, trauma, blood

Above are the links to the first two chapters, but for those that just want to get to it, I will briefly summarize. The main character here(who I choose to keep very nondescript so anyone can enjoy this, that may change as things get more physical between them and our hero. I will continue using they/them pronouns for this, but I have lady parts and will probably end up using those words.) is a villain that has just stolen information, fought Aizawa and made an escape to a roof where they fought with a member of their crew and Maybe(?) probably killed them.

Thank you for reading! 

Enjoy! x

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Sirens blare behind me as cops start to arrive at the scene. I pull the hood on my jacket up over my head and dip around the corner. I hadn’t tried to stick around long enough for them to show up, but left without a quick way off the roof after tossing that damn bat off the side, I had to take the stairs. It was a long way down, but the stairwell was entirely connected all the way to the ground floor, I would have been seriously pissed off if I had to find multiple sets of stairs. My face is mostly obscured by my hood, but I look down everytime a random citizen passes by. I can never be too careful about being seen. 

I reach into my pocket and feel for my marble, my anxiety is rising quickly as a group of four teen girls walks towards me on the sidewalk. I almost freak out when my pocket turns up empty, but then I remember that I threw it, that it’s the only reason I’m still walking free. This brings me slight peace before I hear giggling and sneer to myself. High schoolers. I look at their uniforms, even better, hero students. I pull the drawstrings on my hood and it scrunches around my face, hiding me further. Anonymity isn’t the only reason I prefer not to be seen, but it’s the most self preserving reason, the one that makes the most sense. The other is because I’m afraid. Afraid of what they could say, of what they could think. I’ve heard it all, but it never fails to sting a little when the unfiltered truth of others thoughts wash over me. 

Weirdo. What. A. Freak.

OMG what are they wearing?

Damn, why do I always have to walk on the outside? Don’t you all care at all if I get grabbed?

Please don’t rob us, please don’t rob us.

Look away. Just look away.

I pull the drawstrings tighter and walk slightly faster, trying to push their thoughts from my brain, but failing grandly as all I can focus on is how much I don’t fit in, how little the rest of the world cares for people that don’t fit in the cookie cutter mold of societal expectations. The girls are having a light hearted conversation amongst themselves as I pass by, a complete confliction to the sour, curdled thoughts that had just slipped out. My eyes are glued to my feet as I take one step after the other, my legs feel like lead as I fight the urge to scream at them and silence their brain functions. I’m so focused on getting myself away from those girls that I barely register the man walking in front of me, talking loudly on the phone. I thump into his back, my eyes still strained down at the tips of my boots. He looks down at me, surprised. I can feel his eyes on me, feel the shock as his words falter into the phone mic. 

Woah. All black, huh? 

Trying to avoid a conflict, I duck to the side and mutter a curt ‘sorry’ below my breath, already shuffling off. He reaches out to me though, reaching for my shoulder. “Hey, wait. Sorry to bump into y-” 

I jerk away without looking. “Don’t touch me… please.” I cough the pleasantry out, it’s hard to hold myself back when all I want to do is swear at him and rip his eyes from his skull, knowing full well this is only a minor inconvenience, not a stopping block for me. I slightly turn my head, looking up at him out of one eye, he looks down at me, stunned. 

Wait… Is this the one?

Who is this man? He looks slightly familiar, but I can’t quite place him. He’s got long blonde hair, pulled into a simple ponytail and a goatee that makes him look like he still thinks the year is 2008. My eyes fall back to my feet as I take quick paces away from him. I don’t know him, but it seems like he might know me, which is definitely a bad sign. My anxiety swells again as I feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. This really can’t be good. I can still feel him watching me as I retreat, but his focus shifts back to his phone as someone yells on the other end of the receiver. “Yah, yah! I’m right around the corner. Get off my back, Shouta… I said I’m right around the corner! … No! I’m not in ‘uniform’, it’s my day off!” I let my anxiety roll off my shoulders as I get farther away from him and can no longer hear his shouting. I’m not sure why he threw me off so much, but I’m happy to be crossing the street and leaving his line of vision, turning an extra corner, just to be safe. I can’t afford anyone following me right now.

I’m still a bit rattled as I step down the stairs to the underground train tunnels. The tunnels are old, abandoned years ago after a train derailed and collapsed several tunnels. There were so many casualties, they shut down the entire train system after that, but by then technology had become so advanced compared to the subway that they didn’t even bother rebuilding. The city just closed off the tunnel entrances to the public. Citizens and tourists still come down to the platforms to take pictures and read plaques about the deceased. It’s ridiculous really. They didn’t know any of the people that died, had no connection to them, they would have no clue about the lives lost here if it hadn’t been all over the news. What the news wouldn’t tell the unsuspecting audience of sheep, is that it was actually a hero that crashed the train. The media told the world that a minor earthquake had derailed the train, which was only partially true. A minor earthquake had caused the crash, but a hero had caused the earthquake. A hero was the direct cause of so many shortened lives, innocent and corrupt alike, all dead within seconds. The media just swept that under the rug, not a single news coverage even mentioned his name as they described the tragedy. He continued his hero work as if nothing had even happened, as if he hadn’t murdered the very people he vowed to protect, as if he wasn’t the sole reason those people died. My sister was among those lost. She wasn’t my only family, but the only one I liked, the only one that made life even bearable. A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away in frustration, no time for emotions. No time for tears. No time to let myself wallow, because I know once I start on that path, I’ll never stop. I’ll cry until I can’t breathe, until my eyes are swollen shut, until my lungs give out. So I cut myself short. No tears.

The platform is empty when I reach the tracks, the silence echoing. This is the only place I’m free of everyone else’s trilling thoughts buzzing in my brain, the thick concrete walls jamming their signal from getting to me. I release a long awaited sigh, the anxiety finally subsiding and leaving a slight hunger in my stomach. I had been so worked up I forgot to get food. I pull the hood off my head and hop down onto the tracks, walking them like a balance beam, a habit I picked up in my free time. At this point, I don't even put my hands out at my sides. I’ve done this so much, I’m sure I could walk it with my eyes closed. I do close my eyes, basking in the complete silence that surrounds me. Silence that reminds me of the moments I was fighting Eraser Head, the moments where he took my quirk and my head was actually empty. Even now it’s not quite like that, there’s still a ringing in my ears and a hum in the back of my head like static over a radio channel. It’s never been completely quiet inside my head, it only ever fades to background noise, not like when I was with him, when he was staring at me so intensely. I know it’s because he couldn’t look away, because of his quirk, but part of it made me feel… wanted. No one has ever looked at me like that, with such incredible intensity in their eyes. I shake my head, feeling crazier than usual. There’s no way he could want me, no way that I’m not just pushing my own desires onto his actions, no way that I’m not just famished for someone to hold me in their arms like he had held me in his scarf. 

Now I know I’m acting foolish. His scarf? Really? He was attacking me, he was fighting me, he’s a hero goddammit. I should be hating him and working up ways to bring his demise, but instead I’m thinking about what it would be like to see him without his hostility, to watch his face as he slept, to see tears trail down his face, to see him begging on his knees. I want to see his vulnerability, surprisingly, without any intention of exploiting it. I just want to see him. I have to see him. I look down and realize I’m pacing. I shake myself again and head for a service tunnel that I’ve commandeered to become my little hideout. It’s really not much, but it’s all mine and 100% off the grid. Maintenance personnel don't even come down here. I’m completely alone and I love it. No prying eyes, no unwanted thoughts, just me and the cold concrete. It’s heavenly. 

I moved down here full time a few months after my sister died and it became clear that no one was fixing up the tunnels. My biological carrier, the woman I refuse to call my mother, had begun drinking immediately. Not that she was a stranger to alcohol before, but it had only gotten worse. Her drunk thoughts quickly became her sober thoughts and all of them had to do with me. Why my sister had died instead of me, why she was the one that had to be stuck with me, why she had to have been cursed with such a freakish child. One that cried all the time, one that split her head in two when they had a tantrum, one that couldn't even be put into daycare to protect the other children, one that put her husband in a vegetative state. I became nothing more than a burden to her, if there was any part of her that still loved me, loved me like a mother is supposed to, it was buried deeper in her mind than even I could find. 

The mental abuse wasn’t what broke me though, the neglect hadn’t done it either. It was the night she made me beg. She had drunk so much that I felt drunk, felt drunk off the vertigo thoughts she was pulsing out into the room. She stumbled into my room, slurring speech and telling me how ungrateful I was to have someone like her that would take such good care of me. I should have known better, should have been quiet like usual, but I scoffed at that. The wench barely even knew how to take care of herself, the notion honestly tickled me. That did her in. She lunged at me and threw me to the floor, smacking me in the face once on both cheeks. She rolled off of me and left the room as drunkenly as she had come in. I just layed there and cried, hoping she was done, but knowing she wasn’t. I heard the door creak and felt her grab me by the hair, shoving me into a dining chair. The confusion must have been evident on my face, because she hit me again and made quick work of tying me to the wooden chair. She left me there, tied up, for days. She made me beg for food. Beg for water. Beg to be cleaned after I had pissed myself. She made me apologize for everything I had ever done. She made me admit I was a monster, one that hurt people for fun, because I wanted to, not because I couldn’t control my quirk. I can see now how that narrative would be easier for her to stomach, having a person to blame instead of accepting the shitty facts of reality, but I was her child. I had been pure. She was supposed to love me, protect me.

I stop walking, letting my renewed hatred for that woman settle on my shoulders like a warm, heavy blanket. Resolve hardening my heart and warping the soft emotions I had just been there. I heave a sigh and reach into my jacket pocket again, feeling the flashdrive from before. This is what I need. File upon file of precious documents and information right here in the palm of my hand, information that now exists nowhere else. 

I start walking again, exhausted from today's events. There had been so many close calls. I’m still reeling from a couple of them, my head still not on fully straight. I make it to my little pad and flop down on the mattress I have tucked away in the corner. I unzip my boots and massage my feet a little, pulling them into my lap to sit lotus style. My laptop had been haphazardly tossed into my bed, so I reach over and plug it into the charging cable snaking from the wall, also pushing the little flashdrive into the side port and letting all the documents download. I curl into a ball on my mattress and flop to the side, I’m so tired and so hungry, I’m not sure what to do. I have no food here so I'm going to  have to go back up to the surface level, but it’s still too light out, I’ll wait until the sun has fully set then go stop by a street vendor. In the meantime however, I treat myself to a nap. I hadn’t realized how heavy my eyes were until my head hit the soft material of my bed. 

I’m not sure how much time has passed since I fell asleep, but I wake up to my computer beeping. The download is complete. I smile to myself and close the laptop, removing the flashdrive from the side, again not bothering to eject it. I push myself up into a sitting position and rub my hands over my entire face and into my hair, fully waking myself up some more. I look down at myself, still in my full clothes and sigh, I guess I had been far more tired than I thought. My mind drifts to the dream I was having before my eyes had peeled back open. I only really dream when I sleep hard, which isn’t often since I’ve basically ruined my REM cycles. In my dream, I was with Eraser Head again, but this time we weren’t fighting, not really. He still had me caught in that damn capture weapon, but I was completely naked, my body exposed at all the right points for him to reach out and grab me, hit me, bite me. The memory of how his scarf felt against my skin heats up my face, my body clenching tightly. How does he still do this to me? He’s not even near me. 

I run a hand down my neck, trying to calm myself. I can’t get all riled up because of some hero. Can I? Another flash from my dream breaks through to the forefront of my mind. Eraser Head has me by the jaw, his mouth so close to mine I would be able to feel his breath on my lip if it had been real. That’s when he sensually licks my plush bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and biting down softly, just enough to drive me crazy. Just enough for me to want more, to feel it in real life. I yell and pound my fist into the mattress. GET!! IT!! TOGETHER!! I launch myself onto my feet, tugging on my boots, determined to get his imagined ministrations out of my mind. I still need to eat anyway. The hunger tugging on my stomach and making it growl loudly, protesting the nap that had zapped away the rest of my evening. I look at my watch and groan, it's already past 9pm. 

I head back down the service tunnel that leads to my little crash pad, there’s a small, unpopular ramen stand I like to go to when it’s late. It's not the best bowl of ramen in the world, but it gets the job done and I’m not too picky when it comes to noodles in warm broth. The stand is right outside one of the stairwells into the underground platforms. The lights from the neon sign flicker dimly, it reads ‘OPEN to Business’. I slink down onto one of the stools and drop my money onto the counter, ordering a beef bowl. The man on the other side of the counter pours the broth and cuts vegetables before serving me the bowl with a small bow of his head. I return his formality before delving into the bowl. The soup smells better than usual, or maybe I’m just insanely hungry, either way the first bite leaves me melting into the bowl, hunched over, consuming the food at such a rate it would appear as if I hadn’t eaten in days. I hit the bottom of the white bowl in record time and slam down a few coins demanding more. The chef raises his eyebrow, but complies, almost over filling another bowl for me.

Hungry, ha? Good! Eat more!

I smile at him, actually warmed by his slight kindness, but it is soon forgotten as I begin slurping down noodles, beef, and cooked vegetables. I finish the second bowl almost as quickly as the first and slouch back, patting my very full belly. I was definitely hungrier than I realized. I sigh, content and sluggish as I slide off the side of the stool. I can’t help the light feeling in my chest as I shove my hands into my pockets. The moon is high in the sky and the night air is cool on my cheeks, it’s almost serene. I decide to take a little stroll, there’s another entrance to the platform a few blocks down, connecting to the other side of the service tunnel. I start my walk with casual steps, I’m not in a rush and I just want to breathe in the fresh air a little bit longer. There’s an empty orange soda can on the ground and I kick it with the inside of my foot, sending it skittering forward a few paces, stopping in a perfect place for me to kick it again. I continue kicking the can along with me as I walk, until I kick it a little too hard and it goes tumbling down into a storm drain. I shrug and round a corner, the can just a distraction anyways, something to fiddle with. I reach into my pocket and forget again that my marble isn't there. A prickle of nerves climbs up my arm and to the back of my neck, making my hair follicles stand on end. 

Suddenly alert, I tense my shoulders and scan the area, looking above me as well this time, I won’t be taken out from the rooftops again, but still I see nothing. The air around me has shifted. It’s no longer peaceful and delicate, it’s eerie and cold, sending a shiver through me again, the anxiety making me even more jumpy as I hear little sounds around me. Nothing out of the ordinary, city sounds, but it all gets to me, sending my heart rate in an upward spike. I start to run, unsure of where to go. I can feel someone, but where? It’s driving me crazy. I know there’s someone. I know it, but the absolute lack of a presence is what’s really fucking me up. An ubiquitous white flash darts out at me from the dark. I dodge quickly, leaning back so far my head barely misses slamming into the concrete below me. There’s another flash and I throw my legs out from underneath me, catching myself in a near handstand before flinging myself backwards again, still unsure of where the flashes are coming from. 

Before I can land back on my feet, I see it, a dark figure blur by me from the corner of my eye. I don’t know what or who it is, but my first instinct is to whip around and try to use my quirk, still only barely sure of the figure’s location. When I spin around, I’m immediately bombarded by two sensations. First, is the clarity in my brain that only comes when Eraser Head is muting my quirk. The second, is the heat that grows in my stomach when I realize exactly who I’m up against. My chest flushes, and my thoughts flash back to my dream, the way he had halfway kissed me. That’s all the distraction he needs to scoop me up in his capture weapon and have me dangling upside down from the nearest street pole. 

Seeing him from this angle is different as the blood starts to rush to my head, making me feel dizzy. I thrash around a little, to no avail, before allowing myself to give up, feeling too sluggish from my meal anyways. Even if I manage to get out of this coil I could barely expect to actually get away. Eraser Head slowly saunters up to my upside down body, rocking from side to side, he looks menacing and my body clenches tight again. Gezzus fuck, this man is hot. “You wanted to see me again. That’s what you said, isn’t it?” He pulls the goggles covering his eyes up unto his forehead and I can see his whole face. There’s a scar underneath his eye that I hadn’t seen before, it marks his skin beautifully and I can’t help but imagine what he looked like with the fresh wound, blood running down his face. I bet it was gorgeous. He’s a striking figure on his own, but covered in blood? I gulp heavily, the downward gravity making it hard. Eraser bends his knees, squatting down so we’re on an even eye level, his are still glowing red and I’m reeling from the proximity. He’s so close. He’s right there. I could reach out and grab him if my arms weren’t strung up to my sides. 

I can’t touch him, but he’s still close enough for me to throw my head back, letting the momentum force me back down to collide my skull with his. I hear a crunch and feel warm blood trickle up my face from my nose, it's in my mouth too. Eraser stumbles back, not prepared for a headbutt. It’s true what they say, no one wins in a headbutt, but it feels like a win as I see a small trail of blood coming from his forehead, it’s so much hotter that it’s my blood. He looks even better than I had imagined, of course he does. My skull is pulsing already and my quirk is returned to me as he tries to steady himself. He does, quicker than I had hoped. My head is still splitting and I don't have enough time to regain myself before he’s taking my quirk again. Damn, he’s good. I chuckle to myself, licking the blood from my lips. This is actually kind of fun. Eraser Head looks down at me again, gripping my hair tightly now to keep me from moving again. His eyes are wild, his jaw tight. It’s taking all of him not to beat the living shit out of me. I can tell. 

Then his expression changes and he looks mischievous, teasing even. The slight confusion I have is short lived before he yanks my head forward, my neck craned at an awkward angle to look directly up at him. “My turn.” He says, dropping my head so I’m swinging back and forth again, only able to see him every couple seconds. He takes a step back and I see him poise himself for a second, spinning into a roundhouse kick that connects with my temple and knocks me out cold.

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George Russell imagine

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"I can't believe we are finally going to watch the Silverstone Grand Prix in 4 more days. I can't wait." My friend, Jenna says across our table at the coffee shop down the road from my house. We meet here for coffee every Wednesday when we don't have class. "I'm so excited. Hopefully we will be able to meet some of the drivers." My other friend, Jessie says. "Same. I can barley concentrate in class." My best friend Jemma says.

"I honestly can't wait, My first Grand Prix." I say keeping up my act. I have actually been to a couple Grand Prix's over the last few months with my boyfriend, George Russel. I go as a spectator and sit in the seats right next to the grid as we have decided to keep our relationship private for now. I say goodbye to my friends as I walk outside to my car and drive to the airport as George flies into London today and he is staying with me in my apartment for the next 2 weeks.

I pull up outside Heathrow airport and see that George is swarmed by paparazzi. "Hello." I hear his voice from the back seat as he climbs in. I quickly pull away from the paparazzi. "Hi love. How was your flight?" I ask and smile at him in the rear view mirror. "Great but I'm better now that I'm with you." He says, which makes me blush.

As soon as we finished breakfast George gave me a kiss before running out the door. We cuddled a little too much this morning and now he is going to be late for his meeting with Mercedes in preparation for the race weekend which starts tomorrow. I begin to tidy up the apartment a little after what happened when we got back from the airport...

"You nervous babe?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his torso as I watch him make a cup of tea. "Only because you will be watching me." George says, turning around and placing his hands on my hips. "Babe, you don't have to be nervous about me." I say. "I want to make you proud." He admits softly. "George, no matter what happens on the track. You can be sure of one thing. I will always be proud of you and that's a guarantee." I quickly press my lips to his. After a few minutes he pulled away. "My tea is getting cold." He says. I lightly smack his shoulder. "You serious," I ask with a smile "I'm here making out with you and all you can think about is your tea?" I ask. He smiles nervously. "Honestly so rude." I say and pretend to be upset with him while walking out the kitchen.

He runs up behind me and picks me up spinning me around. "Georgie, put me down." I giggle. "What on earth." I hear. We stop and George puts me down. "Jemma, hi." I say nervously. She looks between me and George, confused. "Jemma. This is my boyfriend Geo-" "George Russell." She interrupts me. "How long has this been going on." She questions. "6 months." George says looking at me with a smile plastered on his face. "Omg and you didn't tell us." Jemma says. "Yeah I know but please don't tell anyone. We don't want to go public just yet." I say to her and she nods understandingly.

George left and jemma spent the next ten minutes telling me off for not telling her about him. Eventually Jenna and Jessie show up and we leave for the track. I place my Mercedes hat on (a/n. Yes George is racing for Mercedes.) and I pack my paddock pass that George insisted I get, just Incase I need it. Eventually we make it to the track and we find our seats. "You booked the tickets right?" Jessie yelled at  me over the noise of the crowd. I nod my head. "Explains why we are sitting directly across from the Mercedes garage." Jenna says, mocking me. I roll my eyes as they giggle. I have never really been close with them but jemma is friends with them so I tolerate them.

"I get that George Russell is hot but there are way better looking guys on track. Plus I'm sure George has a secret girlfriend hiding here somewhere." Jessie says with a laugh. "Yeah and I bet she is ugly too." Jenna says with a cackle. "That's a bit to far guys. I'm sure she is just as beautiful as the rest of us." Jemma says, sticking up for me. I squeeze her shoulder to say thanks.

The cars are all situated on the grid and the race is about to start. After the qualifying yesterday, George is starting p2 which is a career best start.

There are 9 laps left and George is so far ahead of the other drivers it will take a miracle for them to catch up. "George Russell is in P1 and Lando Norris is 40 seconds behind him in P2." The announcer says. "He is going to win his first Grand Prix, I have to be there." I say to myself and Jemma hears me. "Go to your mans. I'll cover for you." She says and I immediately jump up and spring down the stairs and towards the paddock entrance. I slow down and rummage around my backpack for my pass. I find it and scan it, the security lets me in. I fix my hair and I speed walk through the paddock to the Mercedes garage.

"5 laps left"

I make it to the Mercedes garage and walk in. Someone with a list stops me and surprisingly my name is at the bottom of the list so he lets me in.

"4 laps left"

I walk up to the tv screens in the garage and many of the engineers there turn to look at me but don't say anything. I watch all the cars who's around the track but specifically the Mercedes car in front.

"3 laps left"

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Toto Wolff standing there. "Hello." He says. "Hi." I greet back before he walks back to the pit wall. Toto is the person who got me the paddock pass so he knows that George and I are together.

"2 laps left."

George is still in the lead but Lando is closing the gap. I nervously pick at my cuticles as I watch the screens in front of me.

"Final lap of the British Grand Prix"

He is going to win. I can't believe it. I start bouncing on the balls of my feet. The excitement rushing through my body.

"And it's George Russell in the Mercedes who wins the British Grand Prix." The announcer says and I hear my name being yelled. It's Toto and he is waving me over. "Yes!" I yell at Toto over the noise of the crowd and he hugs me. I follow him to where the drivers park their cars at the end of the race.

I wait at the barrier and George jumps into his team and celebrated with them before seeing me. The smile on my face is so wide my face is beginning to hurt. George wraps his arms around me and lifts me up over the barrier. He rips his helmet off of his head and grabs my waist. He pulls me close and connects my lips to his. He pulls away quickly and I see my face plastered on the giant screen. I ignore it and celebrate with him till he has to leave to get weighed.

After George has showered we walk out the Mercedes garage to where the exit for the paddock is. George walks next to me with his arm placed around my shoulders. I hear my name being called and I look over to see Jemma standing next to the guard. "Let her in." George yells and the man nods. Jemma sprints over to us. "Wow George that was amazing. Well done." She says to him. "Thanks." He says.

"What happened to Jessie and Jenna?" I ask as we continue to walk to the exit. "Oh you don't wanna know. I was so close to murdering them. You should have heard the stuff they said about you after you left." She said. "What did they say?" I asked cautiously. Jemma stops and I stopped next to her which ended up pulling George's arm because he wasn't expecting it. "They called you horrible names. Especially when they saw you too on the screen after the race." She said. I felt George squeeze my shoulder. "You have always said that they aren't very nice people." George said from next to me. "Yeah. I'm never speaking to them again." Jemma says with a smile.

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24 - Searching

Summary: While looking for Clarke, the group discovers that farm station survived the fall to Earth. Monty finds a trail that leads her to Clarke, but a passing army holes everyone up in a cave. That, however, doesn’t seem to stop her.

Word Count: 2.55k

Warnings: Stabbing, fighting, etc. 

Based Off: 03x02, “Wanheda, Part Two”

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You’ve been waiting anxiously in the rover with everyone crammed in the back for around three or so hours now.  Monty hid behind his seat while you sat between him and your father, who was looking out the slates in the back door of the rover with Bellamy beside him and Indra in the same spot she was in before.

“It’s been three hours now. What are they waiting for?” Bellamy asked no one in particular.

“Even in the light, I don’t see anyone,” Kane noted.

“I say we make a run for it.” Monty suggested.

“No. That’s what they want us to do.”

“The boy is right.” Indra agreed. “The boy is right, they can wait longer than we can.”

“Okay, Bellamy.” Kane addressed your boyfriend. “Get in the turret, and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over there, we’ll cover you.”

“Copy that.” Bellamy zipped up his jacket. “Run fast.”

Before he could get to the turret, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him to you, capturing his lips in yours for a moment before you whispered, “Be careful.”

“Always am.” You let go of him and watched as he opened the hatch to the turret, pulling himself up to his full height. Not even ten seconds later, he spoke again. “They’re here.”

Your father pointed his gun up at the turret as the grounder spoke. “Everybody out or the boy dies.”

All it took was Bellamy’s legs to be pulled out of the rover for you to surrender. “Okay! Okay! We’re coming out!” You put your sword on the ground and laid your daggers there too. “Just don’t hurt him!”

Your father followed suit and opened the door for you, but he was dragged out and thrown to the ground as soon as it was the tiniest bit open. The same went for you, Monty, and Indra. All five of you were pinned to the ground with arms behind your backs as a woman shouted. A rapid beeping was heard as they pulled Monty up off the ground and grabbed the tracking beacon from him.

He fought for it back, but you and Bellamy begged him to stop. “Monty, let it go.”

One of the grounders repeated his name, almost like she was in shock. You looked between the masked woman and your close friend, becoming even more surprised when he called her mom. She pulled down her hood and ripped off the mask, pulling her son into her arms. They let the rest of you go as your dad recognized someone.

He helped your father up and pulled him into a hug, but you helped yourself before moving to Bellamy’s side, giving him your hand and pulling him up and into your arms as well. After you pulled apart, you moved back to your father.

“Dad, I hate to cut this short but we have to find Clarke.”

“Clarke Griffin?” Pike asked, to which you responded with a nod. “If only all of my earth skills students were as good as her.”

Bellamy smiled at the man and they greeted each other before he turned to you. “I don’t remember seeing you in any of my classes.”

“That’s because I wasn’t in them, sir.” You said politely. “Went to the skybox before I could get to your classes. I’m Y/n. Y/n Kane.”

You smiled at the shocked look on Pike’s face, looking between you and your father. “I knew Marcus had a wife, but I had no idea he had a kid.”

“Not a lot of people did, sir. Not that it’s entirely his fault, though, my mother wanted me not to get caught up in politics that young.” Pike nodded at you and you smiled back, turning your attention to your dad.

“Okay. Move the tree.” He requested. Pike enlisted the help of his group along with you, Bellamy, and Monty to roll the tree out of the way. It didn’t take much to get it out of the way with the amount of people moving it.

Before you knew it you were back on the road again, this time with more people to help you look for Clarke without getting killed. Once you got to the trading post, the door was wide open and there was what sounded like a fight going on inside. You unsheathed your sword, having put all your weapons back once you were in the rover, and walked toward the hut behind Bellamy. With one shot the grounder that was fighting the other person was dead. The woman he was on top of got up and backed away, covered in blood.

Lowering your sword, you put a gentle hand out and looked at her. “Are you okay?” When she gave no answer, you asked again. “Are you all right?”

Indra noted that the man Bellamy just killed was a bounty hunter before giving a brief glance in the back room. “We’re here to help.” She addressed the other grounder.

Pike requested that Indra speak english, your father immediately telling the teacher to go outside. “Take Monty and Hannah. Search the perimeter, make sure he was alone.”

“We’re looking for Wanheda.” Indra told the woman.

She looked down at the dead man on her floor. “So was he.”

“Please,” Bellamy asked. “She’s in danger.”

“You’re Skaikru?” The blonde asked.

“Yeah,” You told her.

“She was here last night.” She informed you.

“Did she say where she was going?” Kane asked.

“No,” The woman shook her head. “She was here when I fell asleep and gone when I woke up.”

“Did she give you any indication of where she might go?” You inquired.

“No.” She told you and you looked down, sighing. If this is how it was going to be with everyone Clarke’s come across, you were never going to find her. “But he did.”

“He said that his partner came back for her. He was Ice Nation.” You exchanged looks with the two men on either side of you. “I hope you find her.”

Bellamy thanked the woman as Monty came back into the hut. “Good news. I found fresh tracks.”

“Great. Start the rover.” Bellamy instructed.

“That’s the bad news-- too many trees.” Monty sighed. “We have to go on foot.”

You nodded gratefully at the woman and left after Bellamy. Your dad gathered up Pike and Hannah, letting them know what was going on and letting Indra lead them with the tracks the grounder left behind. The tracks led you out to an overgrown field. You stayed behind with Bellamy, walking side by side.

Monty lagged behind his mother, exchanging a glance with Bellamy before picking up the pace again, allowing Pike to come up beside him. “I need to ask you a question,”

“The last report we got on the Ark, you were under attack by grounders. What changed?”

“Turns out we had a common enemy.” Bellamy responded.

“What happened to them?”

“We won.”

Indra held up a hand and demanded that everyone remain quiet. “Listen.”

You could hear drums pounding in the distance, nothing like what you heard during the first few days of being on the ground. You could easily spot where they were coming from and Indra spoke up. “Azgeda.”

“You can tell it’s Ice Nation from the sound?” Monty asked.

“No. From them.” She pointed to the dead bodies on the ground not too far ahead of you.

“We need to get those bodies off the field, unless you’re good with them thinking that we killed them.” Pike suggested.

“Wait, two people at twelve o’clock.” Bellamy pointed out. You looked in his direction, seeing two figures that were partially covered by the overgrowth moving away. “Bellamy looked into his scope to get a better view before speaking. “It’s Clarke.”

Bellamy started running in her direction and you followed him, until Pike stopped the both of you. “You’ll never make it in time, look.” He pointed and you spotted the army making its way across the field.

“There’s no way we’ll get across without being seen,” Monty told you.

“We should lay low, let the army pass, and then we’ll find Clarke.” Pike suggested.

Monty pointed out a cave close by and you got to work in helping to move the bodies there, while Indra walked away. You heard little bits of the quick conversation she had with your dad, so you knew where she was headed.

It didn’t take long to get cover inside the cave, leaving the bodies of the Ice Nation men near the entrance as you all went a little deeper into the cave. You stayed near the entrance with Bellamy, restless. All you wanted was to find Clarke and hopefully bring her home and you were so close to doing that, but the army that passed by prevented you. However, you had a plan.

The dead men were Ice Nation, just like the army passing by outside. They were, well, dead, and didn’t exactly need their clothes anymore. So, as soon as Bellamy left to talk to Kane and Pike about finding Clarke, which you knew would take a little bit, you slipped on the Ice Nation clothing and out of the cave, into the grounder army.

Your face was covered with a mask and you were sure that because Bellamy was distracted, it would take him a little longer to come for you. While walking across the field, you were stopped by a large man, who just spun you to face the same direction as the rest of the army and moved on. You were thankful for the mask, because as soon as the army started moving, you walked over to the part of the forest you saw Clarke and whomever she was with enter into.

As you went, you came across a light pole with blood on it. Taking off the armor that covered your face and unsheathing your sword, you went down the stairs that were next to the pole, hoping Clarke was in there, as it was your only lead.

You walked stealthily down the steps with your sword in front of you, aware of your surroundings in case anyone found you or tried to attack you. Once you entered the abandoned subway station, you let your eyes adjust to the dark and when they were, you spotted a rope wrapping around one of the pillars and a hand on one of the sides. Clarke’s hand.

You glanced around once before deciding to go around the left of the pillar, sighing in relief when you saw Clarke’s face. You smiled and crouched in front of her, moving the locks of hair from her face. She said something, you thought it was your name, but it was muffled by the cloth in her mouth. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?”

As soon as the gag was pulled from her mouth she shouted. “Look out!”

You barely had enough time to turn around and put your sword up defensively, blocking a hit that might have killed you had Clarke not been able to warn you in time. Because you put most of your strength into blocking the rough hit, you left your stomach wide open and your opponent used that to their advantage, kicking you down and putting their other foot on the arm you held your sword in.

The man put the tip of his sword to your chest threateningly as Clarke begged him not to, watching as he pulled one of your daggers from the holster on your thigh. “I’ll do anything, I-I’ll stop fighting, just please, don’t kill her.”

You kept your gaze on the Azgeda warrior, who had his eyes locked on Clarke before taking the blade off of your chest. Your relief didn’t last long, however, as he plunged your dagger into your thigh with force before ripping it out. You couldn’t help the scream that passed your lips in pain as the man told you, “Don’t follow us.” Then his boot came into contact with your face and everything went dark.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you were knocked out by the aggressive Ice Nation warrior, but as soon as you woke up and saw that you were alone, you hurried to get back out and find Clarke, forgetting about the stab wound in your leg until you tried standing on it. An involuntary yelp slipped past your tongue and your hand went to the would, coming away with bloody fingertips.

After a lot of effort and pain, you made it back out into the forest, trying to find where Clarke and her captor went. You had to keep resting on trees, and once you realized you weren’t far from the entrance to the subway, you groaned. It got harder to walk as you fell against the next tree, letting out a grunt in pain.

“Y/n!” You heard Monty shout at you. “She’s hurt.”

You stopped to rest against the tree, watching as everyone came rushing towards you. “We told you to wait for the army to move,” Your father scolded.

Bellamy came to your side and tried to examine you. “What happened?”

“I-I-I almost got her,” You panted, all your energy gone from trying to walk on a hurt leg.

“Pike, find their trail.” Kane ordered.

“It’s useless,” Pike shook his head. “He knows he’s being followed now.”

As the group looked towards Pike, you made a feeble attempt at getting away, but Bellamy and your father pulled you back against the tree. “You can’t even walk,” Your dad told you.

“So what? We just-- we just give up?” You asked. “Let him kill her?” Shaking them off, you limped forward but stopped, the pain getting to you. Bellamy ran back over to you, crouching to your level and holding your arm.

“Hey, I wanna find her, too, but look at your leg.” He pointed to the wound. “You could die out here and we don’t have a trail,”

“We can’t lose Clarke!” You shouted at your boyfriend, the worry and pain seeping into your emotions. “We-- we can’t lose her, Bell.”

“We will find her, okay?” He affirmed. “We’ll figure something out, I promise… but not like this. This isn’t how we do it.”

Once you agreed quietly, Bellamy put your arm around his neck and put his arm on your back, helping you walk back to the rover to get back to Arkadia, where you would once again get stitches.

Every bump the rover hit on the way back worsened the pain in your leg but you managed to keep quiet and deal with it until you got there. Bellamy helped you onto the gurney that Jackson prepared for you while you were on the way back, although you insisted you didn’t need it. 

“You got lucky this time, Y/n. You won’t need crutches this time because it isn’t too deep, but you can’t do any heavy lifting for at least a week.”

Groaning, you took Abby’s hand and got off the bed. “I need to be out there, Abby.”

“Well unless you want tissue and nerve damage I suggest not going.” 

With a final roll of your eyes, you turned and left the medbay to go see Raven.

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 48

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda Spellman

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 48: Learning Boundaries

There was a chime that ran through your chambers, Ushar answered the door for the general. You looked down and out over the edge of the loft to him. “Are the chambers up to your standards m’lady,” called Hux up to you.

“I think they have most certainly surpassed any standards that I may have had,” you laughed as you watched the general move to go up the other staircase that you failed to notice the first time around.

“That is good to hear. The Supreme Leader had his doubts, but I assured him that this would feel nicer and more ‘homey’ than anything of our usual standards,” he said taking a seat next to you pulling out a remote to lower a screen above the fireplace.

“I do appreciate the garden very much, and all the wood, the Steadfast seemed so cold with all of the metal that surrounded us. This feels like a mansion straight out of a mid-century magazine.” And it truthfully was, grand but homey, open but cozy, bright and warm. You really appreciated the simulated sunlight that came in through the windows.

“Good, our lesson today will be very topical, your ladies in waiting will appreciate it once you are done.” He then pulled up your lesson.

Ch. 12 Part 1: The Well-Appointed House (para. 1-46)

Ch. 12 Part 2: The Well-Appointed House (para. 47-106)

Ch. 12 Part 3: The Well-Appointed House (para. 107-end)

Ch. 13: Teas and Other Afternoon Parties

Chapter twelve was about how to run an efficient house with servants, about five minutes after the first recording stated the others had joined you.

“So you both take on the duties of a lady's maid,” you asked.

“Yes, m’lady we do, really we are to do anything you ask of us,” said Adlez. “We are to help prepare you to be a proper lady of high society and to assure your place.”

“I believe it is time that I take my leave, m’lady. The Supreme Leader will join you for dinner, but for now, I leave you in the capable hands of your ladies-in-waiting,” said Hux as he bowed to leave.

“Now m’lady we are to get you ready for dinner,” announced Adlez. Instead of questioning what this meant you followed them down to your dressing room.

Adlez ordered the lieutenant out of the room, she then opened your armoire and pulled out a dress. “M’lady we must dress you for dinner.”

You were now confused. “Why must I change for dinner? Is someone joining us?”

“The Supreme Leader will be joining you. Isn’t that enough, and besides you should get used to changing for dinner. In many parts of the galaxy, it is the proper thing for ladies of your status to do,” responded Adlez.

“I don’t think the Supreme Leader really cares what I wear when we are alone.” But you allowed them to dress you, which itself was an odd feeling. You hadn’t been assisted in such a way since you were a child, but Adlez was insistent.

“I believe you may be right m’lady, but if the Supreme Leader were to have it his way you would be completely naked while you ate. He is a man after all,” this made you blush all over. “But he respects your wishes, so you will wear a dress.”

When they were done assisting you getting dressed they led you to the vanity, where Adlez took the position behind you ready to do something with your hair. Olivia-Rose was keenly watching. Adlez moved to do a simple hairstyle, something refined and more elegant than your normal look. Her hands moved swiftly and gently as if she had done it a million times before.

“Even though the Dark Lord is no ordinary man, he is still just that--a man. Men like to look at pretty things, they like to have pretty things on their arms, and most importantly they like pretty things in their bed. Even though he is the Supreme Leader, I have sworn myself to your will. I can help you play your cards right, so you turn his head in more than one way. He is the head of the First Order, but you will be the neck,” said Adlez completing your hairstyle.

You took her words into consideration, she in a way echoed what Kylo has said his dream for you was. That you would be the one directing him to strike, but he would ultimately be the end-all decision-maker. You would direct him, and he would act. “Thank you Adlez.”

Olivia-Rose helped you pick out small pieces of jewelry to wear, something to compliment what you were wearing. Both of them help you pick out some light makeup to wear. You believed Adlez was right, it would not hurt to be a pretty thing that kept Kylo’s head turned to you. After all, he was the one who wanted you to look like an empress and to have ladies-in-waiting. If you played your cards right he would still think he had full control.

Once you were finished with getting ready you stood and both of them did once overs of your look and outfit before bringing you to the full-length mirror. You were beautiful, not that you weren’t normally, you were, but now the dress, the hair and makeup complimented you in such a way that you started to look more like an empress.

“All you need to do is hit the button on the wall over there and we will come to get you ready for bed. I must remind you that this is what we are here for, to assist you. An empress employs a team to help her shine like a star, so let us do this,” said Adlez.

They both exited the dressing room and you took a moment longer to look at your reflection before leaving. You were in the sitting room for just a few moments before Kylo entered and the knights exited. He took off his helmet and set it on a pedestal in the entrance room. “You look stunning,” he said taking your hand and kissing you sweetly.

“Thank you, but it is all Adlez and Olivia-Rose’s handiwork, I mostly just sat there,” you replied kissing back.

“Yes, but you are the beautiful painting that they only added finishing touches to, Kitten,” he kissed you once more before leading you into the dining room. The room honestly felt too grand for just you two, but he chose to sit along the window wall, which made things feel cozier.

You ordered and a droid delivered your meal, like usual. Your meal was silent, neither of you ever really talked during dinner at least when you were alone with each other. His eyes occasionally drifted over you, while you did your best to do the same without getting caught. Once dinner was over he took your hand and led you ‘outside’ where he pulled you down onto his lap on one of the patio lounge chairs.

His hands roamed you back as he pulled you down into a kiss, that he moaned into. You eagerly reciprocated, your hands winding themselves in his hair. “You look so beautiful,” he said as his hands then wandered to grope various parts of your body. His tongue found its way into your mouth to do its usual dominating dance, tasting everything. His hand then found its way to the hem of your dress and slowly guided itself up your legs.

His long fingers danced along your inner thigh, slowly reaching your heat. You grabbed his wrist pulling his hand away. You broke your kiss, “No.” It was a simple command.

He let out an angry huff, “Now Kitten, I would like to play.” His other hand now reaching up the skirt of your dress again. Your other hand grabbing it, now you had both of his strong arms trapped in yours. He let out another huff that turned into a growl, his eyes locking on yours with a predatory glower.

“I said no.”

The cauldrons of his eyes swirled with anger, you could tell this was not what he wanted to hear. He ripped his arms from you, you braced yourself for their impact which did not come. Instead Kylo stood and you slid off his lap. He then marched himself back inside and made his way to the bathroom. You followed after him only to see the bathroom door close and hear the shower turn on. Ending any discussion of what had just happened.

You sighed. Walking into your dressing room you called your ladies in waiting with the call button. In a matter of a minute or two they were there. Both of them stopped in their tracks seeing the sad and hurt look upon your face.

Adlez quickly moved to the armoire to pull out something for you to sleep in. Olivia-Rose was the first to speak, “Is everything alright m’lady?” She was nervously standing behind you, you could see her fidgeting her hands in the reflection of the vanity mirror.

You met her eyes in the reflection, “Everything will be alright. He just needs to learn boundaries.” You started to remove your makeup, while she got your hair ready for bed.

“Men. They don’t know boundaries unless they are taught. They are no better than children. He is very much used to having his way m’lady. You will have to just whip him into shape. If we play our cards right it won’t be that difficult,” said Adlez with your nightgown in her hands. It was one of the less modest ones you had gotten, nothing too revealing, but it was rather sheer and had a deeper neckline than you normally would have liked.

You were about to tell her to grab something else when she practically thrusted it at you. “Now, if you would like my advice, stick with this. Push him away when he gets too handsy. Teach him your boundaries. Remind him that you are to be an empress, not some cheap whore, that he’s used to.” She and Olivia-Rose then helped you undress and get into the nightgown. “As I said before, m'lady men like pretty things in their bed, but they sometimes need reminding that they need to take care of pretty things otherwise they won’t be pretty anymore.”

You looked at your reflection in the full-length mirror. The nightgown was alluring yet modest. Not too sheer as to show everything off, but sheer enough to give hints as to what lies beneath. The lace straps and bodice were soft and the nylon skirt was silky smooth. You looked a bit like a greek goddess.

You thanked them both and dismissed them, looking at your reflection for a bit longer, admiring the way you looked. You exited your dressing room and headed to the bedroom, you saw Kylo in just some lounge pants, his back was to you as he grabbed a shirt. He turned as you entered the room, looking at you, his face still twisted with anger until his eyes drifted over you. You could see his demeanor change as you stepped closer to the bed. He abandoned his shirt on the ground in favor of crawling over the bed to get to you.

His hand wound itself into your hair as he drew you into a kiss. His hand then drifted over your breast, and then down your side attempting to lift your skirt. You stopped the kiss, “Hands stay above clothing.” His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “That includes skirts.” You then grabbed his hand and placed it back on your chest.

His eyes were laden with lust his face fell into the crook of your neck, “But Kitten I want to play.”

“You either respect my boundaries or you don’t get to touch me at all,” you countered.

He groaned at your command, his hips desperately trying to find some friction against yours. His lips deepening a new mark on your collarbone, his hands squeezing your breast and ass. “Fine,” he groaned out of frustration. His hips grinding more into you, his lips returned to yours and you continue this for a long while. Eventually, he got off of you and stood, his clothed erection very visible under his lounge pants. “Now Kitten, I will have to take another shower.” He bent down to kiss you once more before heading back into the bathroom.

You felt hot and pleased by the reaction you gave him. Maybe Adlez was right. He just needed to be told what your boundaries were. You drifted off into sleep before he returned.

This time your dream had you and your prince in a jungle. One that was filled with sounds and beautiful birds and flowers. But the entire time you were there you felt as if you were watched and you could swear you could hear a woman’s voice in the wind, calling for your prince. By his old name, any time you tried to ask the prince about it, the dream would change. The last words you remember the woman saying were, “Return him home.”

[knightofthecourt]

Love Bites - Chapter 2

Belatrice Gray was a TA at Belgrave University, working hard to stay on top of her marking and trying not to flunk her own studies, when a night out with her bff Randall and his roommates, changed everything.  

Hamish Duke x OC fiction with fluff, romance and angst. OC description has been left out to allow for reader personalisation!

“Haim?” Lillth reached out, placing a hand on Hamish’s shoulder. He was crouched next to Bela’s phone, in the same position he’d been in when he called Lillith to ask her to meet him outside.

He looked up at his friends. They were gathered around him, concern etched across their faces. 

“You heard it, didn’t you?” Hamish’s voice was quiet as he looked back down at the phone in front of him. 

Randall nodded. “The ringing, when we were in the club?”

“I should have known - should have come to check on her. She was out here, alone. I didn’t...”

Lilith shot Randall an uneasy look. Hamish was the Knight’s fearless leader, he was always decisive and assertive, the first to lead them into battle or come up with a game plan. She’d never seen him like this before. He looked so lost. 

“Hamish, buddy?” Jack said slowly, “You blaming yourself isn’t going to help anyone.” 

Hamish stared at the phone a moment longer and then moved his gaze to the object sitting a few inches away from it. As much as it pained him to admit it, Jack was right. 

He picked up the small shiny item and then pocketed Bela’s phone and straightened up. 

“Can you track this?” He held the grey plastic button out to Alyssa. 

She took it from him. “Yes - I just need a few things for the spell.” 

“Ok,” Hamish nodded. “Jack, get Alyssa to the Den, we’ve got supplies there. Lilith, Randall, we’re splitting up. We can cover more ground as wolves. The first one to find anything calls the others.”

They all nodded, falling back into the familiar routine of search and rescue. 

As Jack and Alyssa took off in the direction of the Den, Randall placed his hand on Hamish’s arm. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, past the lump in his throat. “We’ll find her.”  

Hamish squeezed Randall’s hand and offered him a weak smile. “Of course we will,” he said, ignoring the gnawing pit in his stomach. 

- - - - -

“You’re sure this is the place?” 

After 40 minutes of attempting to track Bela’s scent and coming up empty, Jack had called Hamish with a location. Now the two of them were standing under a shroud of trees with Alyssa, watching the entrance to a derelict building on the edge of Belgrave’s campus. 

Alyssa showed him the bowl in her hand. A small stick balanced in water with the button tied to it was pressed against the edge, as if pulled by an invisible hand in the direction of the front door. 

Jack sighed. “Why does this campus have so many creepy buildings? It’s like they’re asking for students to get kidnapped by evil magic practitioners from secret cults.” 

“We don’t know that this person is part of The Order.” Alyssa said, her voice low. “Maybe it’s a magic tourist.” 

Hamish ignored their comments as he scanned the area around them. 

“Right,” he said, focusing his gaze on the entrance. “You guys go round the back, I'll take the front. When we find Bela I'll create a distraction while you get her out.” 

“We don’t know how many are in there,” Jack shook his head “Shouldn’t we hold on until the others get here?”

“Randall and Lillith are on their way but we can’t wait, we don’t know what they’re doing to Bela.” 

Jack opened his mouth as if to disagree and then thought better of it when Hamish glared at him. He took Alyssa’s hand and they headed towards the side of the building, leaving Hamish alone. 

Hamish took a deep breath and walked straight through the front door. 

- - - - -

His footsteps were silent as he moved slowly down the hallway, muffled by the thick layer of dust covering the floor. In the weak light filtering in through the grime-smeared windows from streetlights outside, Hamish could make out further passageways and doors branching off into the darkness. 

Before it had been abandoned, the location must have been used as a storage facility for the University at some point. Mouldy cardboard boxes and forgotten paper files lined the rooms Hamish passed, but he didn’t stop to explore them as he pushed deeper into the heart of the building, drawn towards a faint orange glow.

As he crept closer to the end of the hallway a cavernous room emerged up ahead. The space had been cleared, office desks and chairs pushed against one wall. In the center of the room, starkly lit by the uncovered bulb hanging above, was a metal operating table.

Hamish felt his pulse stutter as he saw Bela’s form strapped to the table. She wasn’t moving. 

Terror flooded his mind. He took a deep breath, struggling for control as Tundra’s growls filled his head. Suddenly, a door on the far side of the room opened and someone walked in. 

Hamish recognised him immediately. 

Tanner leaned over the table, examining Bela, and then gave the restraints a sharp tug. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” He said, without turning. “Don’t worry, I took care of your friends. They won’t be bothering us.” 

Hamish stepped out of the shadows and into the room, keeping his eyes on Bela. 

“What did you do to them?” He asked. Even to his own ears, his voice sounded strained.  

“They’re ok, for now.” Tanner walked around the table to face Hamish, placing Bela between the two of them. He lifted his right hand and steel glinted in the light. “Just in case you get any ideas.” 

Hamish hesitated when he saw the knife hovering above Bela. “So, The Order is sending Acolytes to murder students now?” 

Tanner’s smile set his teeth on edge. “Oh,” he said, “is this the part where I tell you my motivation?” 

When Hamish didn’t answer he clicked his tongue impatiently. “Fine. This one is just bait. I admit it’s a bit of a waste to kill her, but worth it to get the real prize.” 

Hamish watched as Tanner lowered his arm slightly, the knife hovering just inches away from Bela’s abdomen. 

“The Knights?” 

“Yes. The Knights.” Tanner’s face twisted with disgust. “The great champions. Monsters hiding in our ranks, poisoning The Order from the inside.” 

“We’re part of The Order.” Hamish growled. 

“A mistake,” Tanner’s eyes darkened. “One I’m going to fix. I’ll be a hero.”  

Hamish’s heart stopped as Tanner plunged the knife downwards. He barely had time to inhale the scent of blood before the change ripped through him, his panicked thoughts giving way to Tundra as the wolf took control. 

Tanner watched the man before him transforming. He ran the blade across his palm a second time, sending another rush of blood spattering across the metal table below.

“Mutatis,” he bellowed. In an instant his body stiffened. He doubled over, his spine snapping forward at an unnatural angle as it lengthened and warped. His skin split, thick, dark hair erupting all over and his hands spasmed as his fingernails lengthened into claws.

Tundra turned to face Tanner and found himself staring into the jaws of a hulking black wolf. 

- - - - - 

Bela was snapped back to consciousness by a sickening pain in her legs. She blinked, groggily, as a large dark shape was yanked off her and sent hurtling into a nearby wall. The deafening crunch of plaster and glass sent bells pealing through her temple - she felt like her skull was about to split open. 

As her vision cleared and the room swung into focus she realised with a start that she didn’t recognise the bare, water-stained ceiling above her. What the hell was going on?

The last thing she remembered was being at the club with her friends, she was supposed to meet Hamish outside but that guy… Tanner, was it? He asked her to help with his car. 

Maybe there had been some sort of accident. Was she in hospital? She tried to sit up and groaned as her movement was met with another sharp ripple of pain through her thighs. She went to run her hands over them and realised that she couldn’t move her arms. She was stuck.  

Before she could gather the energy to yell out her vision was taken up by Hamish’s concerned face. 

“Bela? Thank God.” He looked on the verge of tears. 

“Urgh,” Bela croaked, finally finding her voice. “Am I dead?” 

“No, you’re very much alive.” The corner of his lips quirked up.  

“Haim, I can’t move. My legs-” 

“Oh. Wait a second.” He disappeared from view. 

Bela heard ripping sounds, like fabric tearing, and the pressure around her forearms and legs released. She sighed in relief and lifted her hands to feel for damage. As far as she could tell, she was still in one piece, which was a small mercy. 

“Careful,” Hamish reappeared at her side as she sat up and gingerly pulled her legs over the edge of the table.

“What the..?”  Bela’s eyes widened as she took in her surroundings.

“Hamish, where are we? What was that big black thing?” As she turned towards him her voice rose a few octaves. “Where are your clothes? Is that… is that blood? Are you ok?”

Hamish looked down at his blood spattered chest and then back up at Bela, a frown wrinkling his brow. 

“I’m not hurt. I can explain everything, I promise.” 

“Start talking.” Bela pushed herself up onto her feet and then fell backwards against the table. She gasped as white hot agony shot through her legs, turning them to jelly.

Hamish grabbed her waist and lifted her gently onto the table again. As Bela squirmed out of his grasp she caught the look of hurt that crossed his face. He stepped back and raised his arms, palms outstretched towards her. 

“You’re safe.” Hamish bowed his head. “I’m going to explain, we just need to get out of here first, please-”

He broke off as a loud bang echoed off the walls, spinning towards the door on the far side of the room as Jack and Alyssa strode through it.

Bela saw his shoulders relax as he recognised his friends. 

He met them half way, gratefully accepting the jacket Jack handed to him. “Are you guys ok?” 

Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, it was just a holding spell.”

Bela frowned. Spell? 

“Hey, are you ok Bela?” Alyssa started towards her but stopped when Hamish blocked her path. She gave him a funny look.

“Jesus Haim, chill.” Jack pulled Alyssa back towards him. “Where’s Tanner?”

Hamish pointed to a large opening by the door behind them. “I put him through that wall.” 

Jack disappeared into the hallways and then emerged a moment later, shaking his head. “He’s gone.” 

Hamish growled under his breath. “I should have ripped his fucking head off.” 

“Get in line.” Jack huffed. “I can’t believe that idiot was behind this. He barely even made it in to The Order in the first place.”

Alyssa glanced between the two of them. “You put him through a wall Hamish, how did he walk away from that?” 

“He used a transformation incantation.” Hamish’s voice was low but anger punctuated every syllable. 

“What?” Alyssa’s head snapped up. “That’s way above his skill level. What did he turn into?” 

“A wolf.” 

“A werewolf?” Jack’s brow furrowed. “I thought that was impossible?” 

“Not quite a werewolf -” Hamish ran his fingers through his hair, shaking out some of the dried blood,“- but big enough to give Tundra a run for his money.” 

“Do I have a concussion, or did you just say werewolf?” The three of them turned towards Bela and stared, as if they had just remembered she was in the room. 

“Both, probably.” Jack shrugged. “I mean, I’m not a Doctor.” 

Hamish glared at him. 

Bela pushed herself up from the table. “Don’t.” She said, holding up a hand when Hamish made a disapproving noise and moved towards her. She bit down on her lip as her legs throbbed in protest. 

She was exhausted, and furious. She’d woken up scared and in pain, strapped to a table in a creepy room with a very naked, blood-covered Hamish. Now they were talking about spells and incantations and werewolves. Enough was enough. 

“Explain. Now.” 

The three of them looked at her, mouths open. 

“Ok.” She rounded on Hamish. “Start talking, Haim. What the hell happened to me? Was that thing Tanner? What did he do to me? What did you do to him? Why are you talking about spells? Where are-”

Hamish caught her as a cloud of white powder enveloped her head. 

“Was that really necessary.” He hissed at Alyssa as he scooped Bela’s unconscious form up into his arms. 

“You can’t have a secret society if it’s not a secret, Hamish” 

“Fine,” He nodded. “Whatever. Let’s get her back to the Den.” 

“What about Tanner?” Jack frowned. 

“I’ll take care of him later.” Hamish said, his words more of a threat than a promise.

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ Chapter 4

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“Hey, Zero” I barely saw the fingers waving in front of my eyes. “Darling focus”

Suddenly my eyes snapped to Five sat in front of me.

“Hey, what would you like to drink?”

Five just raised her eyebrows at me then looked over her shoulder to the door where Four still stood observing the room.

“Handsome isn’t he?” she winked at me. “You nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous? Not like he’s going to know who I am anyways.” I wiped the newly cleaned glass in front of me.

“You never know he might instantly click with you.” She started swaying on her stool looking at everyone who passed the bar. “I mean he’ll be dumb not to.”

“Yeah fat chance Five.” I whispered. “What would you like to drink Ma’am.” I straightened up as the bar suddenly got busy.

“A Tequila on the Rocks With Lime would do just nicely.” She smiled at me, putting her arms on the bar.

“Coming right up.”

I made her drink how I’d been taught to all those years ago, that now seemed like a life time had passed.

I placed the drink in front of her with a satisfied smile as she handed me the money.

“Keep the change Sweetie.” I just smiled and shook my head as she swayed up to her next target.

“Hey, Lilly. There’s someone on the phone for you.” My manger for the night tapped me on the shoulder.

Lilly was the cover name One had come up with for me, I wish I would have got to choose for myself though. I guess that was another perk of being a ghost, if you were undercover you could call yourself what ever you’d like. Take a name you’d always wanted. But One had to ruin even that.

“Okay.” I started walking to the office. “Thanks One.” I mumbled to myself.

I made sure that no one was around, swiftly I went into the office locking the door. I then reached into my locker taking out the laptop bag, setting up my computer and putting the head set on.

“How we all doing?” 

“Zero my dear girl it’s great to hear your voice.” Three was the first to chime in.

I just laughed quietly. “Hey three, god I wish I could see your’s and Two’s disguise. I bet it’s really awesome.” 

“It’s really not it’s absolutely terrible, be glad that you don’t have to look upon it.” One scoffed.

“Says you with your shitty motorbike costume.” 

“Children please! There’s no police alerts, or suspicion as to what went on in the room so job well done guys.” I said checking the police scanner and the cameras in the hall.

Just then Three stuck his head out the door, looked up to the camera on the wall, giving me a thumbs up. I just chuckled to myself.

“Jobs done here, so Four and Five I know you can hear me. Stick around for another hour or so then meet me in the kitchens.” There was a pause. “Zero you can log off and go about your business.”

I sighed. “Yes sir. over and out.” I ripped the coms off my head, putting my laptop back in the locker.

I headed back out to the bar only to be stopped short in my tracks.

There stood right in front of the bar was Four and a very beautiful blonde woman.

As I got closer I could tell that they were obviously flirting, suddenly I felt very annoyed but then quickly corrected myself. I had no right to be annoyed that Four was flirting with someone else.

“what can I get you both?” I decided to put on an Irish accent, just in case he’d recognise my voice.

I walk to stand directly where I could hear them.

Without even looking up at me Four ordered a big glass of white wine and a beer for himself.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Sir?” she giggled and leaned into him.

I rolled my eyes as I busied myself getting their drinks.

There’s no reason why I can’t have a little fun while he didn’t know who I was. I placed his beer in front of him just a tad too hard making a loud bang that only the two heard, a little drop of beer flew out of the top falling onto his jacket sleeve.

His eyes quickly shot to mine, I had to fight the gasp as I stared into the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Sorry, my mistake.” I said with a smirk.

Turning but just in time caught the scrawl the blonde gave me. “Urg why are poor people always so rude.” She whispered loud enough for me to hear.

I swear if I was allowed to smack her.

I made my way a little down the bar to serve some other people trying to  actually get on with mission at hand, but every now and again I’d catch Fours eye.

Stupid idiot. 

As I was making my way back to asked if either of them wanted another drink I noticed the blonde walking off.  Probably gone to powder her nose, or let her sugar daddy know she hadn’t run off with an even richer sugar daddy. I gagged at the thought.

Before I could even get back to ask if he wanted another beer, a drunk man had caught my wrist over the bar. Pulling me to a forced stop.

I just looked down at the hand on me with a bored expression, I may have been shut in for two and a half years but that didn’t mean I couldn’t handle myself.

Still I was very glad that the bar stood in between me and the man.

“Give me a drink wench.” he slurred out.

“I suggest you get your hand off of me, and act in a more respectful manner. Do you know where you are.” I lifted my eyebrows at the guy who couldn’t even find my eye line.

I sensed a shift to my right. “She asked you to let her go mate.” 

I turned shocked to see Four standing up coming up to where the guy stood.

Not wanting to seem weak, I grabbed onto the guys ever tightening hand with my other hand and pulled until his body hit the bar. Hard enough to shock him but not hard enough to make a scene.

He started whimpering at the strain.”When a lady asks you to let go, you let go.” I forcefully tugged my hand out of his.

He fell back only to come into contact with Fours chest, thoroughly shocked the guy cowered away.

“I’d say thank you but I did all the work so, I won’t.” I shrugged collecting some empty glasses that needed cleaning.

“Hey, I wouldn't have stopped you from hurting that ass-hole. Can’t stand men who have no respect for women.” He sat back down on a stool right in front of me.

I just laughed sarcastically.

“what?!” he ask with amused surprise.

“nothing, nothing.” I continued to laugh while he just smiled at me.

Then the moment was ruined as his little blonde pal came swaggering back to his side.

“I want another wine baby.” She clung to his arm, plopped down onto her stool rather clumsily. Nearly falling off.

I sure hope she’s worth the information Four. I was hoping I was right and that she was some very important (to the mission) rich old dudes sugar baby that he was trying to get drunk so she’d spill all the secrets that she’d overheard. I was hoping that this wasn’t actually the type of woman he normally falls for.

I got her the wine she most despatly wanted in hopes she’d focus on that and not throwing herself all over him in front of me. But as soon as she’d snatched it off the bar she started to drag him off to a secluded booth. 

Why did my heart ache?

But just before she’d pulled him completely away he leaned back to the bar.

“Thank you.” He smiled at me.

To say I was shocked was an understatement, before they were completely out of view she turned around and attempted to gave me the the slimmest of grins. Like she’d won the imaginary battle for his affection.

Bitch.

I started to worry that maybe that’s what Four thinks I look like. If that’s what his type is then I’ll be a massive disappointment when or if we actually meet as Zero and Four. The constant teasing would stop, would he ignore me? Or was I thinking way too low of Four? Still it played on my mind.

I served for at least another twenty minutes until a fight broke out at the edge of the bar.

I thought this was meant to be a classy place?

I’d broke up may fights in my time so I leapt over the counter to pull them apart.

The mission had been a flop anyway, for me at least. I hadn’t heard a drop of information, this was possibly the most exciting moment.

That’s until the drunkest guy completely missed his mark and ended up punching me in the face instead.

I fell to the floor as they kept on throwing punches.

The manager quickly came to my side, putting his arms under my armpits and picking me up.

“You okay?” I just nodded, walking away to the office.

Half way there I got a text from One to meet in the kitchens.

What the hell was he doing? I thought he didn’t want the others to see me. So why had he summoned me to where they were all meeting.

I got my bag out the locker as fast as I could, making it out of the back before anyone saw me. I stopped in the alley way to change into some black leather pants, a black top with long sleeves and a leather jacket. I took out the hair extensions Five had put in for me shaking out my shoulder length hair. Putting the work clothing into a near by dumpster I set off round the front of the building and headed into the main entrance.

I smiled at the guards who didn’t even blink. “Amazing security.” I muttered to myself.

I entered the kitchen, to my relief only One and Five greeted me.

“Zero! Your lip.” Five hurried to my side, “Take a seat.”

It was only then when I took notice of the wet feeling on my chin, I moved my hand up to find the source. Only to pull it away and find crimson on my finger tips.

I jumped up to sit on one of the kitchen units. Five found a first aid kit and opened it out on the table next to where I was sitting. 

“You should have seen it! It was like she was sucking the life out of him. Poor Four didn’t know what to do with himself. Only action he’s had recently is with Zero over coms!” Three’s booming laughter could be heard as soon the door to the kitchen opened.

I was startled as Two, Three sat down on any worktop they could find. A very red faced Four stayed by the Door.

Five just smiled at my anxious face as she wiped my bloody lip with some alcohol. I flinched a little.

“So Hong Kong here we come.” Three chimed clapping his hands.

He looked around the team, eyes stopping as he got to me. A confused looked crossed his face.

Too focused on the anxiety coursing through my veins that the moment had finally come to meet the whole team, the people I now considered family. I had failed to notice that Four had been sizing me up the moment he’d walked in.

Everyone suddenly went silent.

Four let out an awkward cough. “Are we just not going to discuss the elephant in the room?” 

“Why is the bartender here? And why is Five giving her medical attention.” He said tilting his head confused mixed with what sounded to be a little anger.

Five and One just looked at the rest of the team, while Two and Three stared at me in slight shock. 

Chapter Five

[pocketramblr]

YES I WANT TO READ

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Someone else also asked so. I'll put Kurogiri here and Oboro in theirs uwu

Uhh blood and death content warnings:

There was no way Tomura could have made it out any of the main entrances before running into the army. Unfortunately, he knew of the tunnels out as he raced down to the chapel, a black bag with the Diamond clutched in one hand, sword in the other.

"Dabi's powerful, but he's too slow, better at the entrance where he is. Where're Jin, Toga?" He demanded.

"Toga was meant to have ambushed Toshinori earlier tonight." Kurogiri revealed. "She failed. I don't think we have time to track down Jin in this chaos."

"You're right," the prince grumbles, and so snags the first people he can find- a random guard, and one of Dabi's younger brothers. The quiet one, thankfully, who just nods and follows him out to the tunnel.

Once they climb into the night air, it's a rush North, away from the city, to the tree line.

His party gets about halfway there before someone else's at steps out from the woods. A tall, thin blond. Behind him are the two brats from Rithmere, without their cool minder. And a bit further, his own Grandmother, and that runway fighter from the Arena opposite her.

"Tomura," the man rumbles, his voice deep, low. There's dried blood on his chin, and he's practically skeletal, could blow away in the wind. Yet, that doesn't seem to affect the man, his uncle, as blue eyes take him in, as he stands strong with a sword and the Belt around his waist.

"So you're Uncle Toshi. The pretender king." He draws his sword, ready to fight. He hears the bicolored brat behind him shuffle, and ignores it.

While his sword is out, the older man doesn't raise it against him even as the teenagers look nervous, glance at each other.

"So, you mean to flee the castle as I once had to?" Toshinori asks. "It won't be easy out there, lacking the support that we had."

"I have all the support I need." Tomura wants to rip those sorrowful, judging, pitying eyes out.

"Not in Deltora." Toshinori's voice is firm on that. "People will search out the Diamond, and should you discard it then it will be available for anyone to bring home. The Diamond won't allow you to take it with you to the Shadowlands."

Tomura grinds his teeth, he'd scratch his neck if both his hands weren't full.

"You can't steal it." He repeats Hana's idea. "But I can take it, and I'll destroy it before I leave."

"You could hardly destroy it, nephew."

"Sensei will find a way." Tomura nods to the side, Kurogiri moving that way to clear his way, so they can leave. They get a few steps, wary, the other group matching but not getting closer.

And then the one from behind him, the little brother, tackles him, full weight on his shoulders.

He drops his sword so he doesn't fall on it, clutching the sack to his chest.

There's surprise from both parties; Tomura rolling with the traitorous little brat. His guard hesitates, unable to choose allegiance, but Kurogiri moves in to smite the teenager as soon as Tomura throws him off.

The green brat gets there first, blade raised to block Kurogiri's own. Right, speed had been his whole schtick at the Games in Rithmere, good enough to get him facing Toga in the later rounds. Golden eyes narrow. "Little prince, this will be our last meeting."

The traitorous noble darts in, intercepts the knife coming from Kurogiri's off hand. Only a moment to flash a smile at the boy, then the three separate with the man's blade falling between the teenagers.

The blond from Rithmere joins that fight too, determination on his face and leaving the adults to deal with Tomura.

The escaped Arena fighter- he wracked for a name, Sensei hated him, right: Mirai- had grabbed Tomura's sword before he could get to it, the three blocking off easy escape. "If the Shadowlord could destroy the Gems, he'd have done so. Instead, he relied on those he had cursed to keep the gems out of reach."

"Tomura," Nana's voice is tired, weary from over a decade of arguing with her grandson. "The Shadowlord cares nothing about family, about taking care of anyone but himself. He made me the guardian of the Diamond. He made his own brother guardian of the Topaz."

"Because his brother was weak, and a traitor- like my father and uncle." Tomura spits, clutching the bag to his chest. "He'd be long dead now if Sensei hadn't, it was a mercy."

Nana almost laughs at that, almost cries. She just sighs, instead.

"And you? Will he show you mercy when you're forced to drop the Diamond at the border for us to pick up? Please, Tomura, don't go. Please, stay."

Tomura does start scratching his neck with his free hand now. No, Sensei must have another plan, but he can't take the Diamond, that's true. So what is his plan? He left Hana to listen. He must have other plots. Tomura wouldn't be able to help, if he gives up here. Sensei will see that. So he just needs to get somewhere else, and then get word from Sensei. Garaki would know a place, where had he gone? What was the advisor doing?

The answer to that came in but a few moments, with a scream from the battle in the city proper that was repeated, panicked:

"Ak- baba!"

Toshinori whirls at that, probably remembers the sight of the monstrous birds that shattered the Belt, that scattered the gems. A pair of them, circling, and the sight made Toshinori curse.

Tomura cackles, backing up and away from the distracted adults. There was little hope of getting his sword back, but he didn't need to now.

Sensei had a plan, Sensei would- he turns to the other fight just in time to see Kurogiri thrust himself upon the green brat's sword.

In shock, the boy's grip loosens and Kurogiri drops his own weapon. With all the strength that had been granted to him, Kurogiri grabs the young prince and throws him straight upwards, towards one of the incoming horrors of wings and claws and teeth.

"No!!" Toshinori's voice breaks, thin, shaking arm reaching uselessly up.

Tomura's guard shakes his shoulder, jolting him from where he stares at Kurogiri, fallen to the grass. The guard points to the way out with his sword, indicating they should go. Tomura only takes a step when the man moves, tears the bag from his hand, and throws it to Toshinori's feet with a shout.

Tomura's world goes red at that, and he blinks to find himself driving the guard's own sword into the man's chest.

There's a blinding flash of white light, and when Tomura can finally see again, he sees the Belt, complete and shimmering, on his uncle's waist.

He looks to, follows the man's gaze to see his the green brat now plummeting down.

Tomura spits on the dead guard under him, and runs into the trees while the others are distracted.

[falloutstasis]

Third Semester

summary: its all fun and games until you sense evil within a scary looking professor named viper. takes place during season 3!

“Rip!” Chazz yelled out, catching Ripley off her tracks. He saw her bringing her belongings on her way to the Obelisk Blue Dorm. The weird part was he knew that she was well on her way to the Obelisk Blue ranks because of the Promotion Duels a few days ago, but she was heading towards the boy’s dorm.

“Wrong dorm.” He said, pointing across the lake behind him. “You should be heading over there.”

“Uh, no. I’m in the right dorm.” Ripley let out a nervous laugh. Oh boy, she was going to tell him about it wasn’t she?

He squinted his eyes at her with a frown. “You look like you have something to hide.”

“Ha, ha. No, I don’t.” As she said this, she tucked the handles to her backpack and she slowly made her way to the door’s of the Obelisk Blue Boy’s Dorm.

“Hey, wait!” Chazz rushed towards her and stopped her when he grabbed her by the shoulder. “What’s the deal? Why don’t you tell me why you're going to the boy’s dorm instead of the girls?”

“Well, you see…” Ripley kicked off the dirt from the ground and placed her hands behind her back. “I talked to Chancellor Shepard and Dr. Crowler about going to the girl’s dorm after I told him that I was...you know…Agender.”

“Oh.” That was all Chazz said, which kind of surprised her. “So you wanted to go to this dorm because you were uncomfortable being in the girls dorm or what?”

“Not really. I don’t identify as a girl or boy, but I feel like I’ll be better suited in the boy’s dorm.” She admitted, still looking at her boots.

“Alright.”

Sensing that he wasn’t going to stop her, Ripley finally had no trouble making her way towards the boy’s dorm. But as soon as she held the handle to the door, Chazz called her again.

“Hey, you got any pronouns?”

Ripley opened the door as she turned to Chazz. “Uh, just she and her. Or Them and They. Whichever of those is fine.”

Finally, with no further questions, she entered into her brand new dorm. But she couldn’t stay there long. There was a prep rally happening in a little bit, so she just had to drop off her belongings in her new room and get the rest of her stuff later.

Duel Academy: Main Classroom 11:00 AM

Rumors were being spread that transfer students were coming to Duel Academy. Hopefully, it doesn’t end like the other transfer, who decided to make a cult out from a dorm. All the students took their seats in the classroom, where everyone was looking at the Chancellor, Dr. Crowler, and Bonaparte. Ra Yellow Professor and head of the Ra Yellow dorm Sartyr and head of the Obelisk Blue Girls Dorm and Duel Academy’s Nurse, Fonda Fontaine were both at the side of the platform, waiting for Chancellor Sheppard to speak.

Ripley sat next to Alexis and Syrus, taking the chance to talk to them before Sheppard spoke to the students.

Ripley felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Bastion...in an Obelisk Blue uniform.

“Bastion! You’re in Obelisk Blue! That’s so cool!”

“Thank you. Congratulations on being in Obelisk Blue as well. Glad we moved up dorms at the same time.” He raised his fist for a fist bump, in which Ripley gladly gave to him.

“Alright, settle down.” He said, stopping the students from talking further. He talked about being in a brand new year meant being in brand new adventures and possibly brand new friends to meet. After his beginning year speech, Blair Flannigan, a female Slifer Student, began to repeat the academy’s pledge. It confused some of the students, because they didn’t know they had one.

Once she was done, she walked away and gave one look at Jaden to wink at him. It’s safe to say that Alexis caught that because she frowned at her.

“I guess she got over her crush on Chazz.” Syrus carefully stared at Alexis.

“Pardon me, but didn’t she have a crush on Jaden?” Bastion asked.

“She still does.” Ripley chuckled at the sight.

“Now then. As I said, with each new year comes modification and improvement. Here at Duel Academy, we strive on perfection. To keep each of you at the top of your game, we’ve invited a few new students to join you. In fact, they represent the top students from each of our four Duel Academy worldwide branches.”

“Oh, from South, East, North, and West.” Ripley whispered. She did remember that there are four other Duel Academy Schools across the globe. At the very least, Ripley was indeed excited because there are going to be new duelists to face.

“Now it’s time for introductions! Visiting us from all the way to East Academy, Adrian Gecko!”

Adrian Gecko walked out of the left entrance and stood next to Shepard.

“And hailing from West Academy, Axel Brodie!”

Axel Brodie waved at the students before returning to stand next to Adrian, placing his arms behind his back.

“Next, joining us from the South Branch, Jim Crocodile Cook!”

The next thing everyone knew, Jim Crocodile Cook came rushing in the room while he was holding up a crocodile. Even though the students clapped, they were also caught off guard because they didn’t know if the crocodile was real or not.

“Hello, mates!” He cheered.

“And now, leading the pack at North Academy, it’s Jesse Anderson!”

The students clapped, but after a moment of waiting for Jesse Anderson, he didn’t come into the room at all.

“This is awkward.” Dr. Crowler said.

“No. It's just plain rude.” Bonaparte couldn’t believe someone would be so rude to not show up. Especially in front of the Chancellor.

Several minutes later, Jesse managed to open one of the doors that led to the other side of the room, where the students were. He looked like he was out of breath.

“Sorry folks! This school is a lot bigger than ours! I guess I got lost!”

“Hey, I recognize that voice!” Jaden stood up from his seat and waved at Jesse.

“Hey, Jaden! I guess this is that prep rally thing!”

He nodded at him. “Yup! By the way, you see a guy named Jesse?”

“Yeah! Sure did! You’re looking at him!” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, I never properly introduced myself. I was so excited to meet you, I just forgot.”

“Ah, don’t worry! I get that alot.”

Chazz rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no kidding.”

“Let’s start over then, shall we?” Sheppard asked, seeing Jesse walking towards him and the other Overseas Champions.

“Joining our school from North Academy, Jesse Anderson!” This time, Jesse responded by waving excitedly at the students as they clapped for him. He felt bad for stalling the rally and making them wait, so the least he could do was at least be here for the rally.

He turned to greet the other students from their respective schools.

“Thanks for wasting everyone's time, pal.” Adrian, of course, was joking. “Just kidding.”

Jesse let out a nervous laugh as Axel stared at him.

“G’day.” Jim said, holding out his hand to shake. “The names Jim. And this,” He pointed at his friend that was hanging around his back. “...is Shirley.”

Shirley responded with a low tone growl that only those standing on the platform can hear.

A professor would soon approach behind Dr. Crowler and Bonaparte, who jumped a bit with his sudden appearance.

“Oh, yes! Last but not least! I like you to meet our visiting professor all the way from West Academy! Say hello to Professor Thelonious Viper!”

The minute Thelonious Viper faced the students of Duel Academy, Ripley’s eyes glowed bright red. To refrain from everyone catching her do this, she crossed her arms and hid her eyes on her arms. Alexis, Syrus, and Bastion all caught her eyes glowing, meaning that something bad was up.

“Hey.” Alexis whispered, lowering her head to be at her level. “Is something wrong, Ripley?”

“That guy.” She had an uneasy feeling about Viper, but she didn’t know what it was. “That guy is bad news. I don’t know what it is.” The reason why she was able to pick up on this terrible energy was because of Draco. That was one of her passing abilities while she was wearing the bracelet. With the amount of times she uses this ability whenever someone evil shows up, it manages to save her, Draco, and her friends.

“Aw man.” Syrus whined. “Just what this school needs, another maniac.”

“And I suppose that ‘there’s a method to my madness’ should be a red flag right?” Bastion asked.

“Clearly.” Alexis responded.

Draco couldn’t tell what was going on with Viper as she flew in front of him, knowing that she wasn’t going to be seen by him. She was just glad that she wasn’t the only one who felt this way. She flew back near Ripley and watched him continue with his speech.

“Now then, why don’t we kick off the year by holding an exhibition match right now.”

Everyone in the room was shocked at the type of duel match he announced, including Chancellor Sheppard. It became a little too rowdy for the professor’s liking.

“Simmer down so I can choose the competitors.” ‘Or should I say victims.’ “We will have a series of four matches. One for each day. When I call your name, I would like you to stand please.”

Viper looked around the students, trying to look for it’s top students of Duel Academy. He looked around for Duel Academy’s top students and when he did, he smiled. “Syrus Truesdale.”

Syrus almost didn’t want to stand up, but against his better judgement, he did anyway.

“You will be facing Axel Brodie.” Axel turned to Syrus, not thinking much of him since he looked scared to duel him.

“Why do I always get the tough looking ones?” Syrus whispered to himself.

Viper turned away, took a few steps to his right to stare at Chazz.

“Chazz Princeton.”

Chazz stood up with a grin on his face. He was hoping to get a duel with Jesse Anderson, since he was a former North Academy duelist himself. He wanted to see what the Crystal Beast deck was all about.

“You will be facing Adrian Gecko.”

Chazz was caught off guard by this, but was more angered at the fact that he was facing another rich kid.

He walked towards the spot he was at moments ago and looked around that side. It was only a mere moment when he stopped and stared at Ripley.

“Ripley Kaiba.”

Right away, Ripley stood up. She was already starting to feel nervous when other students stared at her.

“You will be facing Jim Crocodile Cook. That duel starts tomorrow.”

Jim turned to Ripley and smiled at her. Once again, her nervousness struck her again, quickly looking down at her feet.

‘Draco, he’s looking at me.’

Draco grinned at her. ‘Then stare at him back.’

Ripley’s eyes returned to Jim, who simply waved at her.

“Hey, do you have a crush on this guy?” Alexis giggled. “Love at first sight?”

Ripley turned to Alexis with a mix of panic and anger on her face. “Y-Yeah, right!”

Then for the final two students, he looked right at Jaden.

“Jaden Yuki.”

Jaden quickly stood up with a smile on his face. The other students had already been picked, so he put two and two together quickly.

“You will be facing Jesse Anderson.”

“Sweet! I get to duel Jesse and his Crystal Beast deck!” Jaden cheered.

“Would the chosen students please come in front of the classroom? This goes for the Academy representatives as well.” Viper called and held out these bracelets with a dark blue crystal on it. Since Ripley’s wrist held Draco’s Bracelet, she held out the opposite arm where Viper placed the bracelet around her wrist and did the same with the other duelists.

“What are these?” Jesse asked.

“Just a little welcoming gift.”

‘Or maybe just tell us what you are planning!’ Draco yelled out, floating next to him. She pointed at him and said, ‘We got our eyes on you…’

The bracelet closes around the group’s wrists. The bracelet wasn’t tight around the wrist, just enough for it to not be loose. For some strange reason, she felt a slight bit of warmness around her wrist, but Ripley brushed that off.

“The exhibition duel with Jesse Anderson and Jaden Yuki will begin shortly. And not a minute late.”

Duel Academy: School Hallways 11:19 AM

For some reason, the other students did not get the same bracelet as she and the others did. Viper mentioned before everyone else went to the Duel Field is that it was to test the bracelets to see if they were working. Before she joined her friends to watch Jaden’s duel with Jesse, she had wandered off to the school hallways where she was talking with her Spirit Partner, Kaibaman. This led her to being late to watch the duel, but everyone left to the Duel Field so no one was there to catch her walking in the hallways and notice she was talking to herself. She couldn't care less about getting Viper upset or mad about being late.

“I don’t like this one bit.” Ripley said, her hands are on the pockets of her purple sweater with yellow star patterns. She raised her wrist to her so she could see the bracelet that Viper gave her. Around her wrist, she can still feel the warming sensation that she felt earlier.

“Just be careful around him.” Kaibaman said. “I sense that he has some malevolent energy with him, but it’s faint.”

“Yeah, that’s what Draco picked up too.”

“You know where to find me when you're in trouble.”

“Of course.”

And with that, Kaibaman faded away from Ripley, letting her walk by herself within the hallways. Now, Ripley was trying to find her way back to the Duel Arena so she can meet with her friends to watch Jaden’s duel with Jesse.

When she was about to head out to the entrance she spotted Jaden dueling, with his Elemental Sparkman on his field. She didn’t see Jesse, but she assumed that he had some monsters on his field. Before she was at the doorway, from the corner of her eye, she saw Jim walking her way. Once again, she felt a little nervous.

“Oh, hey!”

Jim waved at her. Once he was near her, he said, “You must be Ripley, right?”

“Uh, yeah!” She said nervously. “Ripley Kaiba! It’s nice to meet you, Jim.”

He held out his hand for the two to shake, in which Ripley accepted, rather a little antsy like. Jim didn’t mind, rather he didn’t make a comment on it.

“This is Shirley.” He pointed to his crocodile friend that was hanging out on his back. Shirley glanced at Ripley’s direction and heard a soft rumble from her. Maybe it was trying to say hello?

“So what were you doing out in the hallway? Your pal Jaden is dueling out there.” He said, looking at the duel Jaden and Jesse were having.

“Yeah, I know.” Ripley said, looking down. It would sound crazy to Jim if she told him that she was talking to a dueling spirit.

“I was just shaking some nerves that’s all. Viper being here kinda made the air a little heavier.” Ripley shuffled her feet a bit before looking back at Jim.

‘Ah, that’s why she’s feelin’ a little nervous.’ “I can see why he would give that kind of energy.”

“So what are you doing here?” She asked with a smile.

He pulled out a small packet of wrapped bandages from his pocket. “I was getting new bandages for my eye.” He said, holding them out for her to see.

“I was looking for the nearest bathroom before I head to the Duel Arena. Do you know where I can find one?”

“Oh!” Ripley looked behind her and said, “I just passed one. Follow me!”

[inspirationdivine]

A Quiet Murder Place

Lydia and Deirdre orchestrate Kaden’s death, with a cruel twist.

Lydia clutched her purse, looking around the room. She stood next to Lydia, looking around the bar. A Quiet Place lived up to its name, and was the perfect place to find someone disposable to kill Kaden. No one in this town liked mimes (although the bar was still full) so no one would notice the absence - because, Lydia secretly decided, this mime wouldn’t survive the ordeal either way. Whichever one they chose. “Are there any you like the look of?” She asked Deirdre softly.

Deirdre held herself back from a joke, something about how Lydia wasn’t making it sound like they were looking for a murder-servent. Like it really mattered what the mime looked like, but she had to hand it to Lydia. A mime was the best choice to kill Kaden; silent, insultingly French and best of all, something he would hate. “Does it matter?” She leaned into Lydia, whispering back. “Do we want a mime that looks strong? Troubled? Like they’re one whisper away from killing someone? Should we ask for résumés too?” She grinned, a little taken by her joke. “My vote is on one that’s hot. The type of mime that could just rip their striped shirt off and carry me to bed.”

The corner’s of Lydia’s lips turned up at Deirdre’s joke. “Would you want them to fuck you with or without the makeup? How do we decide which is hot in that… style of makeup? It’s rather unclear who has the best bone structure.” She teased back, before looking at the room. “The least confident. The most eager for the attention of two beautiful women. Although I wouldn’t say no to some strength. This Kaden looks rather strong on social media. While a gun does solve such things, they aren’t always reliable.”

“Oh, with the makeup, of course. That’s all the charm of it. I don’t want to see anyone’s face while I have sex, I usually make my partners wear paper bags.” Deirdre grinned back, more pleased that Lydia was going along with her joke than she should have been. Maybe she wasn’t so stuck-up after all. She scanned the room a moment later, figuring she might as well actually contribute. Another comment caught her attention though, and she snapped her gaze back to Lydia. “You---were you looking at pictures of him online, Lydia?” Deirdre held back a snicker, “you know he’s Regan’s boyfriend, right? She wasn’t so happy when I tried to marry him.” The idea of Lydia ogling anyone was amusing enough. “If we want someone desperate, maybe we should be the ones ripping off our shirts. How do you usually find people, Lydia?” 

“Darling, we need pictures of him from online to ensure we send the mime after the right man. Regan needn’t be jealous, I’ve ogled plenty of photos of her as well.” Lydia replied with a wink, before turning her eyes more seriously to the staff. “At open mic nights and tiny theatres. Vimeo, once. Not those two, see?” she gestured to two servers walking past each other, drinks in each hand. “They keep smiling and nodding at each other. Strong social connections, so likely to be missed. Not her, she holds her shoulder upright and loosely. Confident, not trying to prove anything. Not him,” Lydia turned her finger to one of the smaller mimes in the joint, “He’d break his arm just lifting the smallest purse pistol, even if he is attractive for a human. I’d say it was between those two - the man who keeps glancing in your direction, and that one that looks like he could moonlight as a male stripper. Neither look friendly with each other, or sure of themselves.” Lydia leant back, turning her snake-like gaze back to the softer look with which she smiled at Deirdre. “Between those two, do you have a preference?” 

“Well now I’m jealous,” Deirdre tried to wink back, but found herself weirdly mesmerized by the sight of Lydia raking her eyes through the crowd. And then with her flawless deduction. Her mother would really like Lydia, she was overcome with that thought first. Then that she really liked Lydia. Deirdre hummed as Lydia went on, waiting for a gap in her words to let her own tumble out with gentle awe. “You’re amazing.” She breathed out, her own observational skills weren’t that sharp. Yet, in place of her usual jealousy, there was admiration. Deirdre slowly turned her gaze to the men Lydia was pointing out. “Hm, I don’t like the one staring at me. He’s too easily distracted, though he has great taste. Now--” Deirdre glanced at the other man. Big. A strong physique took dedication. And he was...well, hotter. Just based on that. “I like that one.” She laughed softly, “what do you say? I’ll admit it’s harder to read mimes than I thought. But you’re good at it.” 

“Only if I’m right. Thank-you, darling, all the same,” Lydia smiled at the banshee. “I’m good at spotting prey.” Lydia followed Deirdre’s gaze, nodding in agreement at the first mime’s distractibility, before following her gaze to the other man. He did match both their requirements, after all. “Suits me very well,” Lydia replied with a smile. “So now we need to wait for him to take a break. In the meantime, I suppose, we drink. Martini?” They talked idly, both keeping the occasional eye on their mystery target, until he walked over to the counter, reached behind it for his phone, and walked outside. “After you, my dear.”

Of all the things Deirdre expected to be doing, enjoying a martini with Lydia inside a mine bar was not one. Thankfully, despite the less-than stellar environment, Deirdre enjoyed both Lydia's company and conversation, idle as it was. Maybe they didn't need the mime. Maybe the true activation was the activation of their friendship and—"Yes, please, let's go." No, she'd take mischievous ploy over friendly banter any day. She led them out, finding their mime standing out by the alley for a smoke. He looked lonely, with his painted face illuminated by the blue light of his phone. She almost felt bad for him...almost. He was probably about to get more love and attention right now than he ever had before. Deirdre turned to Lydia, brows raised. "Seduction is your game," she said. She wasn't the one with the kiss that did anything magical—at least not in the literal sense. "You talk to him first?" 

“With pleasure,” Lydia replied, and perhaps if one blinked, her appearance became just slightly more entrancing than usual. Under the blue light, she could see the crackling paint layer around his mouth as he dragged on his little death stick. “Hi there,” she murmured, waving to catch his attention. “My friend and I were talking about you earlier. We were talking about how attractive you were, and I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Lydia.” Her gaze was intense and appreciative. Like a deer caught in headlights, he couldn’t make himself look away. 

“Yeah, right,” he replied, slowly, unsure if he should break the rules of his job. “What are you, some kind of missionary?”

“Not at all,” she demurred, still captivating him with her gaze. “You’re very good at the miming. Very comedic, and I can’t say I dislike your… arms, either.” Without hesitation, she ran her fingers along his arm to drive home the point. And to test something. Someone in a committed relationship would find that off putting and push her away. Someone confident would too. But the affectionate touch, so soon into the conversation, only made him pause, his mouth so lacking that his cigarette almost fell from his lips. He was unsure, but wasn’t prepared to say no. Couldn’t quite believe this was happening. “What’s your name?”

“Miccy. Uh, well, uh, Michael. I’m Michael. It’s- it’s nice to meet, you. You’re attractive - I mean, I think you’re attractive as well… Lydia?” He stammered, hoping he’d gotten her name right. She smiled so very sweetly, like poisoned honey. Pathetic little man. 

“Oh, thank you! I hope we’re not taking away from your break too much. I could barely help myself -” She paused in her little faux ramble, tilting her head. “You still think we’re pulling your leg, don’t you? Let me introduce me to my friend, Deirdre. Maybe she can think of a way I can persuade you.” As she turned to Deirdre, she slipped one hand around his forearm, the other to his back. 

Poor Miccy. First for his awful nickname (did he pick that out himself?), and then for whatever terrible circumstance quashed his confidence. Even without a kiss, Deirdre could feel him yielding to Lydia. And so easily too, as if he'd just been waiting for this kind of thing to happen—as if he hoped, but never dared think it could be true. "She wouldn't shut up about you in there! The way you mimed was like an art—"

"I take miming very seriously," he interjected. Deirdre had no trouble withholding her scoff. Sure he did, talking up a storm to them over here. 

"Look, I know this is sudden but my friend really likes you. And she'd like to get to know you better. More than just those great arms that—well, now I'm jealous of her." Deirdre smiled. The mime dared to look back at Lydia, bashful. "I'm sorry, I know a man like you must get this all the time. You wouldn't have any ideas on how she could persuade you that she's being more honest than all of your other admirers, do you?"

Miccy blinked, he liked the idea of him with admirers, him with these two women who liked his arms and his miming. He just needed the right suggestion. So, Deirdre reached across slowly and plucked the cigarette from his parted lips. "So..." She hummed, taking a drag from his cigarette and slowly blowing out the smoke to her side. "No ideas?" 

He stared at her lips, gulped, then turned to look at Lydia's. "Then uh, you know if you're really not missionaries. Y-you know in France they..." He gulped again, but his mind was on the track Deirdre wanted it to be. 

 "Kiss?" She finished for him. Poor Miccy was too nervous to nod, he wanted to know if that was okay. In their damp alley, his phone slipping out of his hand and his hair slowly falling out of place. If the fantasy he was excited by could be true just this once. He took to biting down on his lip instead and Deirdre, hiding disgust, turned her attention to Lydia. "What do you think?" 

Deirdre was good at this, Lydia thought, as she watched Deirdre pluck Miccy’s cigarette from his lips. She leant against his side idly as him and Deirdre talked, gently rubbing his back. “That sounds like a great idea,” she agreed, and slid her hand under his chin, tilting his face down to hers as she stretched onto her toes. 

His lips were chapped, but he caught her looking at them, and if one could feel a pulse jump, she felt it. Lydia’s lips parted just before she kissed him. His breath was bad, not brushed in several days bad, and his teeth clinked against hers the moment he tried to reciprocate. It didn’t matter, it was too late. Her poison was in his lips and in his breath, seeping into him and making him devastatingly, horrifically trapped. She leant back, wiping her lips with a soft smile. “How do you feel now? Do you believe me now?” She asked coyly, as he nodded vigorously. “You’re incredible.” It was incredible that he was so easy to trick. Her gaze slid down to his phone, slipping his grasp. “Hear, let me look after your phone for you.” Unthinkingly, he handed it over. Her toxin was working, and he would obey. “I would really like it if you listened to Deirdre as much as you would me. Can you promise me that?” Her words didn’t have to sound affectionate anymore, when her tone did. Look at all she was offering, her hands said, even while her words were at surface level confusing. 

“Yes,” he said, his voice thick and eager, “I promise.”

All of a sudden, Deirdre felt terribly for Lydia. That kiss didn’t look great, well, not great for one of them. Concern panged in her, was she asking for too much from Lydia? To do this for her? Kiss the horrible mime? And just how many terrible kisses had the women had to go through just to get the things she wanted? But this wasn’t about Lydia, the woman she knew so little, but had already asked too much of, it was about Miccy and getting him to kill Kaden. Besides, she’d seen this sort of thing a hundred times. Usually though, it was all about getting a human to go steal something, or run around naked, or anything much more jovial than murder. “Was it bad?” She asked Lydia, unable to stop her worry even as she knew it was misplaced. “Should we...make him go promise to...brush his teeth or something?”

And it seemed they didn’t even need to, at the mere mention of brushing, Miccy nodded vigorously. “Yes, ma’am. Yes, ma’ams.”

Deirdre rolled her eyes at him, then clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Slow down there, stud. I haven’t asked you anything yet.” And he mimed zipping his lips shut, eyes wide and eager. She could see the apple of this thorat bob as he swallowed down more excitement. He’d probably be drooling if his mouth was open, like a dog. “Would you kill for me, Miccy? You’d do that, wouldn’t you? If we wanted it? You’d make us so happy.” He nodded so fast Deirdre thought his head might roll off. “And you won’t tell anyone you met us, would you? You’d forget our names if we wanted that?” He nodded again. “Well!” Deirdre threw her arms up and turned to Lydia, “you did good work on him. I guess we can start with the promise-binding. You wouldn’t happen to have any picture of Kaden loaded up there now, would you? Since you apparently spend so much time looking at him.” Deirdre smirked, teasing her, mood settled now that their plan was in motion.   

Lydia kept her hands on him as he talked, reinforcing the comfort of their close contact so that she could withdraw it if they needed to give him a small incentive. He was particularly weak willed, this one, his devotion heightened by his neediness. “You’re being so good,” she crooned, stroking his arm before turning back to Deirdre. “Of course I do,” she murmured, pulling up the album on her phone of photos carefully scoured from the internet, most more than a few years old, but Kaden was still distinctly recognisable. In this case, distinct meant like the smell of an old fish town, with rotten bulging eyes on every fish in the marketplace. Lydia showed Miccy the photos. “This man’s name is Kaden Langley. This is Regan Kavanagh. I want you to do something that will make me so happy. Can you promise that? Promise that you’ll do what I ask, as soon as you can?” 

“Yes, Lydia, anything for you,” he agreed quickly, and melted just as fast under the quick kiss she pressed to his cheek.

“Thank you so much, darling. So the next time Kaden Langley and Regan are together, this weekend in the Artesian, can you promise to kill him for us?”

Miccy… hesitated. A simple rhetoric question from Deirdre was different from an active plan. The devotion wasn’t perfect, but Lydia already had what she needed. She dropped his arm and stepped away from him, imposing a consequence. “You promised. You wouldn’t have lied to us, would you have?” Sweat started to pool in his forehead. He was already bound to agree, he wanted her approval so much it felt like he needed it. 

“No- I- I promise. I will kill Kaden Langley, this weekend, in the artesian.”

“Oh, you don’t know how much that makes me happy.” Lydia cuddled him again. “You wouldn’t do anything to give yourself or us away, would you? You wouldn’t let anyone know about this plan or us, ever?”

“I- I wouldn’t.”

Deirdre shifted, not uncomfortable, simply...struck by some manner of strangeness. When it came to murder, she always did it herself. It started as a way to prove herself, then it developed with her stubborn need for Independence. Finally, it was about the principle. If she was going to take a life, and spur fate's wheel by her own actions, then she was also going to do it by her own hand. This was smarter, safer, but it also felt wrong. Though, who was she to complain? "You know, I could kiss you right now, Lydia." She grinned, Miccy looked at her as though he'd been stabbed in the chest. At first, she assumed this reaction to be jealousy, but it felt almost like a plea for help, for some manner of freedom. Was this normal, or was Lydia's hold not as complete as Deirdre assumed it would be? Would it be a problem? She frowned, but knew their promises would hold Miccy in place. "Can you promise that when you kill Kaden Langley, it'll be in front of Regan Kavanagh? That'd make both of us very happy."

Miccy gulped, "I-I promise." 

"And you'll do it as a mime? Dressed as a mime? This one's just for me, I love you as a mime so much."

"Y-yes," Miccy twitched, grounding himself only in the feeling of Lydia. "I promise I will kill Kaden Langley as a mime." 

"Oh, and, one last thing...who's prettier? Me or Lydia?"

Miccy balked, then he paled—some Deirdre didn't know mines could do under their white face paint—and sweat rippled through the already cracked makeup. "Lydi—no, yo—no, Lyd—no!" He threw his hands up to his face, sobbing into his palms. "I don't know!" He wept comically, not unlike a child. "I can't choose! I can never choose! That's why I'm a mime! I made a mistake on my college application and never corrected them!" He continued to sob as Deirdre shot Lydia a look of feigned apology. 

When Miccy burst into tears, Lydia gave Deirdre a look that was something like exasperation - not directed at Deirdre but at this pathetic slimy human. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing his face to her shoulders as he sobbed. “Shhh, it’s alright. It’s alright, Miccy. You’ve been so good. I promise, after you’ve done this, that we’ll never ask such a thing of you again. I’ll take care of you. Hey, shhh, it’s okay. We’ll meet again on Monday, I promise.” His make-up was smeared and his eyes bloodshot. “I’m looking forward so much to seeing you again. She gently kissed his lips. “Now, go clean up, and be the best mime you could possibly be tonight. I’m sure you’re feeling inspired. I know I am.”

And once Miccy was gone back inside, their goodbyes said to him, and their plan was as secure as it could be, Deirdre turned to Lydia and erupted in laughter. "The best mime he could possibly be! What is that? A guy who looks like he rolled around in flour and thinks flailing is an art?" Deirdre threw her arms around Lydia, delighted. "You're the best non-mime a girl could ask for; thank you. I'd kiss you but I really don't want any of Miccy's germs." And their perfect little plan was finally ready, and she owed the best of it to Lydia. 

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