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afoolnottoloveu · 4 years ago

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maybe i’m imagining things ♡

Summary: You don’t really feel like you belong at the BAU just yet (WC: 2.1k) {Masterlist <3}

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral!Reader

TW: smoking, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of alcohol

A/N: i dont smoke so theres highkey gonna b smth wrong with the description,,, but it just felt right okay, also it was a song reference as well >:(( also, this is for lucy’s fic contest! congrats on 3000 sweetheart <3

Song Pairing: Why Am I Like This? - Orla Gartland

You could remember the feeling, how it started that night at the bar. Despite the conversations of your new team swirling around you, you felt like a stranger. You didn’t think much of it at first, you just thought you were imagining things. You’ll grow into it, you told yourself.

After exactly a year at the BAU, you still couldn’t decisively say you were part of the family. As cases came and went, you felt the same. An outsider. A guest living with a family. You couldn’t blame them, really. As you should, right? They weren’t like this with any of the other newbies; it was you who intruded.

The last case felt no different. It was a family annihilator, and all you could think about were the victims. Unbeknownst to the team, except Aaron, you knew almost exactly what the family of the victims were going through. Your feelings were taking a toll on you, and everything from the jet ride to heading back to the office was a complete daze. Your mind was somewhere far off in the distance, only snapped back by the soft touch of JJ placing her hand on your shoulder before you could walk through the glass doors.

“Are you coming tonight?” She asked as if you already knew of what was happening tonight.

“Uh, w-what’s tonight?”

“We’re going to-”

“O’keefe’s!” Penelope squealed, running out of her batcave with the clicks of heels following.

“Oh, um-” you hesitated, but you remembered how badly you wanted to be a part of their family, and a drink didn’t sound too bad at the moment, “yeah! Yeah, I’ll just meet you guys there alright? M’gonna just grab some stuff.”

“We’ll see you down there!” Penelope bubbled, before sweeping everyone else into the elevator. You gave a small smile and wave, catching Spencer’s gaze just as the doors shut. Maybe you had learned to hide it well after all these years, but for profilers, they really had no idea what was going on inside your head.

You couldn’t help but glance up at Aaron’s office through the glass doors. Everyday you debated if the BAU was really for you, every day for a year, now. Not knowing if this was a mistake or not, you slipped through the bullpen and made a beeline for his office. Relatively quickly, you found the papers you were looking for after a quick search through his cabinets. You didn’t want to have the conversation with Aaron, but he was the only person on this floor with them. You shoved them in your purse, just in case. In case of what? You didn’t know either.

You tried to enjoy yourself, you really did, but your head was just filled to the brim with thoughts you couldn’t bear. The fuzzy, stuffy feeling of the bar would usually help you blend right in, but right now it made you sick. You excused yourself from the table, not like you were part of any of the conversations that were happening anyways, and stepped out.

Through your work blouse and slacks, the October wind nipped at your skin. You opened your purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Your habit started young, smoking being one of the only things that could effectively calm you. Your dad was a smoker, but he really tried his best to stop. He wouldn’t be proud of you for following in his footsteps, but so be it.

Placing the cigarette between your lips and lifting your lighter to the end, you failed to notice someone approaching from behind you.

“6 minutes.”

Startled, you fumbled and dropped your cigarette from your lips and it hit the concrete, causing you to loudly mutter a curse. You whipped around to cuss out whoever made you drop it, but you’re met with the same eyes you saw before the elevator closed.

“Jesus Christ, Spencer. I just lit that!” His expression doesn’t change, so you rummage through your purse pulling out the box of cigarettes once again. “And I know what that means, 6 minutes off my life for every cigarette I light.” Faced towards the street, you tried to light it, but failed. As the wind kept blowing out the tiny flame, you kept trying. “To be frank, 6 minutes isn’t a whole lot of time in the grand scheme of things. It’s like, one less shower. I could live with that I think.”

Still not hearing a reaction from him, you turn his way, naturally. He seems to be finding your purse very interesting, and for a moment you think, is pretty boy gonna rob me?, but you finally realize he can see the bold print title and FBI logo on the papers that you grabbed sticking out from your purse.

“Why?” is all he asked, his voice dripping in devastation. You look up to meet his eyes and there’s a gloss over them that you know too well. “Why would you wanna transfer? The BAU is-”

“-the crown jewel of the FBI. I’ve heard it.” You take the cigarette out of your mouth to reply. Unable to meet his eyes anymore, you fixed your eyes on the street once again, but you minded your voice, careful to not let it crack nor reveal too much, “I can’t explain it, Spencer.”

“I think you can, but you don’t want to.” The hurt in his voice was still evident and you had to wonder, why was it there in the first place? He doesn’t really care, his family’s inside the bar.

You brought the joint back to your lips and tried to light it one last time, and you successfully did so, inhaling the smoke and letting it encase your lungs like a blanket. “It’s just-” A long pause lingers in the air before you come to your senses, removing the cigarette from your lips. Blowing out a cloud, the wind carried the gray smoke down the sidewalk, with your eyes trailing. “You know what? No, nevermind. It’s nothing, Spence. I might not even transfer.”

“You wouldn’t grab the papers unless you were seriously considering it, Y/N,” he huffed, intent on finding out the real reason, “Come on, you were gonna have to tell us at some point. Why not start small? Why are you leaving us?” You were getting frustrated from the simple fact that he was right, and suddenly you were very sick of the cigarette you were holding.

“Fine Spencer, if you wanna know so goddamn bad then I’ll just tell you! I just- the BAU isn’t for me! And it’s not the job, it’s- it’s you! It’s all of you! I can’t be in the same room with all of you for anything other than a debriefing without feeling like I don’t fucking belong! You guys are a family, and I still feel like it’s my day one. If you guys can do this job so well without me, then why shouldn’t- why should I even be here?” You didn’t know when the tear slipped, but they just kept coming, and you were over this cigarette, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it a little too hard.

There was a silence. A cold, heavy silence, filled with nothing more than the gentle breeze, a couple cars passing in the distance and leaves falling. You suppressed your sobs as much as you could and wiped your face repeatedly.

Oh god, you thought, did I really just say that? Fuck, fuck, shit, why am I like this-

“If I asked you to stay,” His voice was soft- you knew your response wasn’t the one he was expecting. All you could do was glance at him, not knowing where he was going with this. “Would you?”

“What’re you talking about?” The words were a whisper, you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought it was just the wind. You genuinely didn’t understand what he meant, but in your head, you had already answered his question.

“Y/N, I--I just wanna talk, okay? Can you listen? Is that alright?” His voice was comforting, and with the way you were feeling, it was music to your ears. It reminded you of the way he spoke to children, but you were just too damn exhausted to call him out on it; so you nodded, but you kept your eyes on the street in front of you, watching a taxi pass by.

“You know, when I first asked you ‘why?’ a few minutes ago, when I was saying that the BAU was the crown jewel of the FBI? Well, that wasn’t what I was going to say at all. I was gonna say that the BAU is where you belong, Y/N. We don’t only want you to stay, we need you to stay. You were the one who talked down that unsub today. You can defend yourself better than almost any of us. You treat us like family, with the coffee every Wednesday and checking on all of us regularly. We notice these things, Y/N. Do you? Because it’s almost like it’s second nature to you.”

You had to take several deep breaths before you could gather yourself enough to respond; you closed your eyes as you spoke. “Do you know why I so badly want to be so close to all of you? My- my parents were both killed by- by a sociopath. I was 15. I started smoking then. My aunt took me in and I lived with my cousins. They were closer to each other than to me, though. I- I don’t know, I had a family, I guess. I mean, my aunt and her two daughters were my family, but- I don’t know, I’m not making sense.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know that at all, I thought they were your sisters. I get it. Well, I don’t, but I know what you’re trying to say. You didn’t have one as a teenager, but you have one now. Everyone inside of that bar thinks of you as their family. I know you don’t see it, but I can assure you that they do.”

You forgot your eyes were closed. They opened to the touch of Spencer’s hand on your arm, and there he was, standing in front of you. You wanted to cry more, but the sight of Spencer in front of you made you smile and your heart swell. You knew every word that left his mouth was genuine, full of love and understanding. You rushed forward and hugged him, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and cradled your head. It was almost funny, you were sure this was the most you had touched the germaphobe like, ever.

Into his sweater you sniffled and mumbled, “What about you Spencer?”

He pulled away from the hug, both of you still clinging to the other, but enough to have to look in each other’s eyes. He tilted his head as if he were asking what you meant.

“Do you- are we family?”

His only response was an airy chuckle and a swift, soft peck to your forehead. Huh, that’s new. You weren’t saying you didn’t like it though, no, not at all. He pulled you back into the hug and said into your hair “We don’t have to talk about that right now. But honestly? I think of you as something else, Y/N/N.”

And that was okay. The warmth of his breath on your hair and his sweater wrapping you neatly like a gift, it was more than okay.

Spencer led you back into the bar after you had fixed your makeup. Luckily, the wind actually helped to dry your tears pretty quickly. The team was gathered around the table, blocking something from your sight. As the two of you approached, you heard Penelope say “Oh, oh oh! They’re here! Y/N’s here!”

The rest of the team turns to you and in front of you, JJ is holding out a red velvet cupcake with a candle in it. “Happy one year!” The team cheered as a chorus. Your eyes widened and your face lit up. Your shock rendered you almost speechless.

“How’d you remember? Oh my gosh, you guys!” you smiled. With everyone egging you on, you blew the candle out, causing an array of cheers and claps.

“Honestly, some of us didn’t. But you know who did remember?” Morgan commented with a wink. You turned to see Spencer scratching his neck, smiling down at you, the look making your heart swell just a lil’ bit more.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him over with you to the table, the team clearing a spot for the two of you. Conveniently, shots for everyone had already been poured out, readily awaiting your consumption. You grabbed the shot glass and raised it towards the middle of the table.

“To family,” you beamed. Maybe I was just imagining things.

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fangirl-creates · 4 years ago

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ZERO OVER YONDER (FULL FIC)

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1 - Banjo Pluck

“Look, all I’m saying is—would it kill Rippen to just have a little chill once in a while?” The red-headed boy vented to his friends as they walked to the movie theater.

“Penn, Rippen is Rippen. Of course he’s still gonna be rude to you when we’re not saving the Multiverse.” Sashi commented, wanting desperately to hear the end of these complaints spilling out of Penn’s mouth.

“Well yeah, obviously. But today, there was just no end to it! Like even when I was eating lunch, BAM! There he was!” He folded his arms, his face turning about as red as his hair at this point.

Rippen had definitely been more annoying than usual today. The reason? Probably having a bad day and picking on Penn was the only thing that would bring him ‘joy’...if you’d even call it that. And even though Penn had learned to ignore Rippen during times like these, today was one of those ‘impatient’ days for Penn Zero—considering the fact he had stayed up till 3am last night on a count of The Chinchilla bothering him again.

“Don’t worry about it, dude.” Boone put his arm around his friend, patting his back. “I’m sure beating Rippen again will put you in a good mood. Think of it as a way to get back at him.”

“Yeah!” Sashi chimed in. “I’ll even let you kick him in the face this time.” She smiled.

Penn felt a little better, the red from his face fading away. “Thanks, guys.”

The trio stepped onto their usual spots on the zap platform, Penn cracking his knuckles.

“I’m really gonna let him have it today.” He grinned between his teeth.

“Violence must wait till tomorrow!” Phyllis called from her spot on the balcony.

Penn titled his head. “...I don’t understand.”

“You will see.” She pulled the lever, the trio levitating as they were forced into the portal. “GOOD LUCK!”

After the brilliant blue flash, Penn opened his eyes. Space. He saw Space. Below him was the material of some kind of smaller planet he stood on—“Purple-colored dirt” in his Earth vocabulary. But that wasn’t the thing that surprised him...it was the body he was in. It was weirdly insulating, like a very thick fur coat—that’s when he realized he was covered in it. Orange fur coated him from head to toe. The only articles of clothing he was actually wearing were white socks and some slightly worn blue sneakers. He felt..uncomfortable.

“Penn?” Sashi’s voice made itself known.

Penn looked up, a bit surprised she was taller than him now. “Sashi! You’re a—uh….” He studied his friend’s new look. She was blue with a pink mane—yet her body itself was a cross between a horse and a dinosaur. He shrugged it off. “Never mind.” He looked around for the Wiseman. “Where’s Boone?”

“Right here!” A confident voice called, Penn searching for the source.

“Boone? Where are-” He noticed Sashi pointing above his head, to which he realized he was wearing a hat as well. He took it off to find the rather large green hat staring back at him. “Oh.”

“Oh yeah. I definitely feel like a wiseman now…”

“Cause you were on my head and you feel like you can give me knowledge that way.” Penn raised a brow.

Boone did what was an attempted shrug. “Who knows...maybe I’m magic.”

Penn rolled his eyes, placing Boone back on his head. “Okay Sash, check the specs.”

Sashi pressed the side of her glasses, which were now a dark purple to complement the colors of her new form. The holographic image showed up in front of them. “You are a wandering Do-Gooder, and I am your trusty steed and best friend.”

“What about me?” Boone asked, feeling a little left out.

“You’re his hat.” ….She didn’t add anything else.

“Well, I still think I might be magic.” He looked away. “You two just don’t know it yet.”

Sashi rolled her eyes. “Annnnyway, the evil Lord Hater is planning to conquer another innocent planet with his army of Watchdogs. It’s up to us to stop him before he manages to leave the planet successful.” Normally, this was the part where the hologram would disappear, but it lingered.

“All right! Sounds easy enough.” Penn pounded his fists together. “I’ll admit, this body is a little on the weaker side, but I can still give Rippen a good fi-”

“Actually, you can’t use violence at all. I’m the one who can fight them. You stop bad guys by...being nice.” Now the hologram was gone.

Penn suddenly understood what Phyllis meant earlier...and he hated it. “I...I can’t fight him?! Seriously??” His face was turning red again, yet it was hard to tell with the orange fur. “So not only does Rippen get away with all the stuff he did to me today, but now I can’t even GET HIM BACK?!”

“No one said you can’t get him back—you just can’t beat him up.” Sashi folded her arms.

“...Can I at least punch him?”

“No. You’ll ruin the hero’s image.”

Penn covered his face with hands, a muffled scream. He then took a deep breath, calming himself. Thankfully for him, this body seemed to have a very calm mindset...that, and really cheerful one. “Okay...okay, I’ll do my best…for the sake of the mission, and because I don’t want to accidentally break something.” He hopped onto the saddle on Sashi’s back.

“Good choice.” Sashi nodded. “Now how do we get out of here?”

“Don’t look at me—what the??” A small bottle fell onto the ground. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a container for bubble blowing, but it read ‘Orbble juice’, with instructions on the back. Penn shrugged and pulled the wand out, blowing as a large air-tight bubble formed around them, lifting them off the ground. “Now we’re talking!” He yelled out into the bubble, cheerfully. “HEIGH-HO, SYLVIA!”

Sashi and Boone both looked at him.

Penn blinked, not sure what came over him. “S-Sashi...I meant Sashi. Oh, that was weird.”

Thankfully, it was quickly forgotten by the trio, heading on their way to their next destination…

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2 - A Hero’s Image

Rippen looked at himself in the mirror. In all his years as a Part-Time Villain, he had only been a skeleton once. And even then, it was only for a couple minutes. The complete lack of skin made him feel...exposed. But at the same time, the bone seemed hard as nails, so there was that.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, by the rambles of his cheerful minion—who was in the body of a Commander with the exact opposite personality. But that didn’t affect Larry in the slightest. “Isn’t this eyeball head weird? I mean I’m talking, but there’s no mouth! How crazy is that?” He laughed. “How do people even know when I’m speaking?”

Rippen rolled his eyes. “Your pupil moves, Larry.”

Larry looked in the mirror, expressing a smile as much as a watchdog could to the best of their abilities. “Heh, it’s kinda funny how it bounces like that.”

“Can we get on with it, then?” He was having an exceptionally good day...as far as Rippen’s standards go. And he didn’t want this good mood to go to waste.

“Right, right...sorry.” He laughed softly, pressing the side of his glasses, which were now yellow and only one square instead of two. “Okay, you are the evil Lord Hater and I am your Second in Command. Our Mission is to conquer another poor innocent planet before Penn stops you with-” Larry paused, unsure he was reading this right.

“With what? Come on, spit it out.” Rippen pestered.

“Um...friendship.”

Rippen blinked, a bit stunned by what Larry just said. “Maybe it's the lack of ears that makes it hard for me to hear you, but did you say…‘Friendship’?”

“Yep. He’s supposed to be nice to you.” Larry nodded.

Rippen was silent for a moment, then he burst out laughing. “Penn Zero’s forced to be nice to me!” He laughed again. “If we’re lucky, he’ll break under the pressure, completely ruining the hero’s image! And then I can finally become a Full-Time Villain!” When he laughed a third time, however, green lighting shot from his fingertips as he made a ‘rock n roll’ gesture with both of his hands.

Larry narrowly avoided it, but some watchdogs down the hall weren’t so lucky; loud yelps followed by groaning were heard after getting zapped.

“Wait..what just happened?” Rippen looked at the gesture he was making, a bit confused.

“Oh yeah, you got cool lightning powers! I forgot to tell you that…” Larry attempted a smile again.

For once in his life, Rippen was filled with the absolute confidence that this time...this time, he could not only win...but finally annihilate Penn Zero. He laughed one more time, green lighting sparking around him. “This is it, Larry! Victory is finally at hand!”

Friendship...of all the things. He had been nice to Rippen before, sure, but that was often out of pity...or on rare occasions, when he genuinely felt sorry for him. But this was the first time he was forced to do it. And that fact made him upset. Heck, even the phrase ‘Kill em with Kindness’ was starting to sound not understandable anymore. He glanced at Sashi. “Soooo, this whole ‘friendship’ thing…”

Sashi’s eyes met his, despite being focused on the destination.

“Is he like...allergic to it or something? Is he gonna melt if I hug him??”

“No. You’re just being nice to him...for the 100th time.” She mumbled under her breath.

“I know, I know...it’s just...what’s the point of being nice to your enemy if they’re just gonna continue to do you harm? How is this furball even still alive after constantly clashing with this guy?”

It Never hurts to Help. A little voice said in the back of his mind.

Penn blinked. “Boone, did you say something?” He glanced up.

“Uhh no?”

He scratched his head, thinking. If he was really gonna do this, he was gonna do it right. But how?

As if on cue, Boone jumped up, a Banjo seemingly appearing out of nowhere, landing in Penn’s hands. He stared at it. “Uhhh Boone...where did this come from?” He looked up.

Boone just gasped in response. “I AM magic!!” He said triumphantly.

Penn rolled his eyes, holding the banjo awkwardly. When it came to music, Penn considered himself more of a singer than anything else. But Instruments were not his strong suit...still, this Banjo didn’t look unimportant. He held it the right way, his fingers dancing along the frets. And then, as if on command…he started playing. It wasn’t a specific song or anything too complex, just a simple melody that made his friends smile as he continued. It was so strange...he had never played the banjo before, and here he was; playing it like he’d had years of practice. He was so lost in song, that he didn’t realize he was moving around while he did so. Luckily, they had found their destination before Rippen did, so Sashi was able to land on the ground, giving Penn freedom to do...whatever he was doing.

Sashi was amused by this. She had seen Penn dance before, but this was nothing like how he normally did it. This kind of dancing was silly, almost...cartoonish. What was even funnier was that not only did he dance in tune to the music, but he sang along to it as well. Well...more like sing-talking gibberish. Regardless, he seemed really into it. In fact, he got faster with each ‘verse’. It got to a point where he was strumming so fast, one would think the banjo was going to catch fire.

Penn’s chest went up and down as he breathed heavily, stopping finally. The sound of Sashi clapping caught his attention and he immediately realized what was going on. “O-Oh...yeah I didn’t mean to do any of that….” He blushed.

“It was cute.” Sashi commented. “But, you know, like in a funny kind of way.”

“Yeah, But not so good for me…” Boone managed, feeling a bit dizzy from Penn’s rapid dancing and spinning.

Penn cringed. “Ohh oh no. Do you need a minute? Do hats even get sick??” He thought about it for a second. Unfortunately, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud THUD.

All three turned to see a giant Skull Ship land on the planet’s surface. It opened its mouth, a large tongue landing down as watchdogs began to march in formation, chanting ‘Hate’s Great, Best Villain!’ as they did.

Penn watched, standing proudly as he held the banjo close. “Alright…” He took a deep breath. “Time to go to work.”

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3 - Never Hurts to Help

It didn’t take long for Rippen to get the Watchdogs out, the inhabitants of the planet already running away in fear. The Do-Gooders were behind a rather large rock. Not the best hiding spot, but a good temporary one.

“Okay, Sash. That’s your cue.”

Sashi cracked her knuckles, but glanced at her friends before she ran off. “I know you can do this, PZ.” Then she was gone—charging into a group of Watchdogs.

Penn watched, taking a deep breath.

“So what are you gonna do?” Boone asked.

Penn hesitated. “Honestly, I have no idea.” He remembered what Sashi had said earlier...No one said you couldn’t get back at Rippen—you just can’t beat him up. Penn remembered how annoying Rippen was earlier...and for some reason, the mindset of this body seemed to know exactly how to annoy him back. A smirk appeared on his face as he ran to find his enemy.

Rippen was having the time of his life, blasting back at forth. What felt even better was that the creatures feared him the closer he got. He didn’t even care Sashi was punching the Watchdogs left and right—as long as he got his reward, he didn’t care what else went wrong.

“Havin’ fun, Rippen?”

And there it was.

Rippen turned to face the orange ball of fur, a cackle at how tall he was compared to the do-gooder. “Well, Well, Well! If it isn’t Penn Zero!” He raised his hands, pointing them at him as green lighting charged between his fingers—the soft glow illuminating on everyone close enough to see. “I know all about this little requirement of your’s to not hurt me-! So now I only have one thing to say to you—!”

Penn’s heart pounded in his chest. Best case scenario, the plan worked. Worst case scenario, Rippen blasts him into the next dimension.

“—Are you ready to meet your demise?”

Penn cleared his throat, standing casually. “Actually, Rippen ol’ Buddy, I’ve got a question for you.” He sounded so calm despite the fear inside of him.

Rippen raised part of his brow, staring down at his enemy. This day had been going so well for him. And if he destroyed him without hearing the question at all, it would haunt him forever. Rippen shrugged, not letting his guard down. “You know what? Ask away!”

Penn breathed a small sigh of relief, taking a step back. “Well I was just thinking...you must be hungry after this...invasion thing.”

Though he didn’t want to admit it, Rippen was starving. He didn’t understand why, but this body had the need to consume every junk food imaginable. And everything it craved, Rippen had never touched in his life. He made a slightly annoyed face at Penn. “Why would it matter to you?”

“Oh no reason…” He pulled out two sandwiches from behind his back. “Just that...uh..got some sandwiches here. Hate for them to go to waste…” He mocked, waving the scent around Rippen’s nonexistent nose. “Truly...truly a shame.”

Rippen’s stomach made probably one of the loudest sounds a stomach was capable of making—strange, considering Skeletons didn’t even have stomachs. He tried to keep his eyes off the two sandwiches, but it was impossible. “Ugh! Just give them to me—!” He tried to reach, but Penn jumped back.

“What’s that? You do want these?” He grinned. “Well, would you prefer—” He threw the first sandwich at Rippen’s face. “Mustard-?” He jumped over Rippen, throwing the other sandwich on his face when he turned around. “-or Mayo?!” He laughed, landing on his feet.

Rippen angrily wiped the sandwiches from his face, staring at Penn with a piercing glare.

Instead of a rude gesture, Penn stuck out his tongue in a playful manner, his legs speeding up. “Come and get me!” And he was gone.

Rippen didn’t know why, but every voice in the back of his head screamed ‘GET HIM!’ no matter what. And that’s exactly what he did. He ran, screaming at the top of his...lungs? Whatever skeletons have.

Penn pulled out the banjo as he ran, turning around as he was now jogging backwards. “How about a little chase music?” He smiled, strumming rather fast. The music seemed to be annoying Rippen even more, which meant it was working.

Meanwhile, Sashi had already beaten up all the Watchdogs while Rippen was distracted. Larry was too busy watching Rippen chase Penn around to notice. Something about it made him want to sigh. He was...disappointed in Rippen?? He shivered, hoping he’d never get that feeling again.

At this point, Rippen was exhausted. He clawed at the ground, now laying on his stomach. Penn, however, didn’t feel tired at all. He felt as though he could run a marathon in seconds. Eventually, he stopped running and walked right over to Rippen, bending down so they were at eye level once more. He put his hands behind his back, a smug look on his face.

“You uh..you doing okay?” He raised a brow.

Rippen wheezed, trying to stand. “W...Watchdogs! Get him—!” It wasn’t until he yelled that when he realized they were all defeated, Sashi standing there triumphantly. “NOOO! I WAS SO CLOSE!!” He wheezed again, his face lightly hitting the ground.

Penn felt a little bad for him. He wasn’t sure why the feeling was so sudden, but he didn’t question it. “Look, you seem pretty exhausted, so I’ll just leave this here for you.” He placed one of the mustard sandwiches and a bottle of a soda labeled ‘Thunder Blazz’ in bright yellow bubble letters on the side.

Rippen stared at the food, standing up as he wolfed down the sandwich. He glared at Penn, pointing at him. “This doesn’t make us friends!” He spoke between bites.

Penn made a face. “I uh...I never said that.”

Rippen blinked, shaking his head. “Oh never mind!” He grabbed the soda and angrily trudged back to the skull ship, Larry patting him on the back as they headed inside.

The inhabitants cheered once the skull ship took off, Sashi running to greet her friends. “You did it, Penn!”

“Yeah!” Boone chimed in. “I’m not exactly sure what you did...but you did it!”

Penn’s eyes watched the skull ship fade from view. Why did Rippen retreat? And why did he think he was trying to be his friend? Even with all these questions, Penn still couldn’t help but feel good about himself…

With another blue flash, the trio was pulled back to the movie theater, landing safety back onto their original spots. Penn looked at himself, no longer feeling uncomfortable, but a bit disappointed the cheerful feeling was gone. “That was probably one of the strangest missions ever...but in a good way.” He managed.

“Yeah, wonder what was up with Rippen after we won…” Sashi added, hand on her chin.

“Sometimes,” Phyills started, coming back down from the balcony. “Enemy is just a friend you haven’t made yet.” She looked at Penn. “Remember that, Penn Zero.”

Penn put his hands in his pockets, a smile. “I will.”

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4 - Epilogue

Later that evening, the space duo set up camp for the night. Sylvia was still trying to process exactly what happened earlier. Her fists were sore from punching Watchdogs, when she hadn’t even done that today? Or had she??

Wander, on the other hand, seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Normally, that wasn’t a surprise in Wander’s case, but it definitely was after the events of today.

“I swear,” Sylvia put some wood on the fire, the flames grasping onto it. “My head’s buzzing like a swarm of bees. The whole thing was so weird…” She sat down next to her friend, who was casually resting, playing a happy tune on his banjo. “How are you keeping it all together, buddy? Doesn’t your head hurt?” She asked, concerningly.

The Nomad looked up at her, smiling. “Because I helped someone.”

Sylvia blinked. “So...you remember what happened today?”

“Nope.” He cheerfully responded.

“...then..how do you know if you helped someone or not??”

“Just a hunch.”

Sylvia rolled her eyes, playfully, rustling his fur. “Okay, buddy…”

Deep within the stars, they saw the skull ship pass by, the voice of Lord Hater screaming into the night sky…

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY ATE ONE OF WANDER’S STUPID SANDWICHES!!”

Wander chuckled, yawning as he got into his normal sleeping spot. “Yep, not a bad day…”

Sylvia still couldn’t remember what happened, but regardless of that, she was happy Wander still got to help out someone. And in the end, that was all that matters...

END

#penn zero part time hero #wander over yonder #crossover fanfiction #fanfic #pzpth #save woy #woy watchdogs

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queenangst · 5 years ago

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I can't remember if you've done something like this before, but.... Prompt: a heart to heart between Midoriya and Shinsou where they discuss their pasts. Or something along those lines. I just wanna see our purple and green boys interact.

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag

defense [read on AO3]

If Hitoshi had to pick a word to describe Midoriya, it would probably be: weird.

He was sure Midoriya’s classmates had other answers. More normal answers, like strong or brave or some noble heroic description. Maybe friend, in some of their cases—though Hitoshi wasn’t sure they were friends yet. He didn’t think he was ready for that.

But weird covered Midoriya well enough.

Weird and unexpected. When Midoriya had kindly kicked Hitoshi’s ass at the Sports Festival, some kind of switch had flipped in his mind. Something Midoriya had said, something between heroes and villains—he was, Hitoshi had to grudgingly admit, right.

Weird was also a good word for why Midoriya was waiting for Hitoshi after class ended. While the rest of Hitoshi’s classmates filed out, laughing and talking to each other, Hitoshi lagged behind, slowly putting his things in his bag and getting ready to head home. It was no different from any other day, except when he stepped out the classroom door Midoriya was in the hallway twisting his hands nervously and watching.

“Shinsou!” he said when he spotted Hitoshi. “I was waiting for you.”

Hitoshi looked around, as if there were any other student who shared the same last name (there wasn’t) that Midoriya might have been waiting for. No one waited for Hitoshi—or at least not since middle school, when the only people waiting for him had been bullies. Even then those had been a scant few times, after Hitoshi had forced them to leave and they hadn’t dared to come back to pick on him again. Most people left him alone after that revelation.

Didn’t stop the whispers. Villain’s Quirk. Yeah. Hitoshi knew, and he heard.

“Uh,” Hitoshi said eloquently, “waiting… for me.”

Midoriya frowned, like he didn’t understand why Hitoshi didn’t understand. “Um, yeah. If that’s… okay?”

And… now it was awkward.

“Fine,” Hitoshi said gruffly. “Why- why are you waiting for me, anyway? We’re not—”

Friends, he didn’t say, but he didn’t want to hurt Midoriya’s feelings just in case. So he cut himself off.

“Well, we studied together a few times, right? And- and you came with me and the others when we went to get sodas last time didn’t you? I thought we could, um, hang out.”

“Hang out,” Hitoshi said, voice flat.

He didn’t hang out with people. Midoriya didn’t seem to get that—or maybe he did, and just ignored it. No, that sounded right.

“Actually,” Midoriya started, and smiled. That crooked smile was a little guilty, and Hitoshi felt suspicion stir in his stomach. “I wanted to ask if you would, um… well. I wanted to ask if you wanted to spar together!”

Hitoshi stopped walking. He looked down; he hadn’t even realized he’d been moving, but he’d kept up with Midoriya down the hall.

“Spar?”

As soon as he asked he regretted it. Now Hitoshi sounded like an idiot in front of one of the few people who didn’t seem to be scared of him. It was like everything Midoriya had said, Hitoshi had only parroted back. To his own credit, though, everything Midoriya had said was… weird. And confusing.

“I heard you wanted to try transferring to the hero course,” Midoriya said, “and I thought�� I mean, of course, it’s up to you! I mean I’m sure there are plenty of other people you could practice with, sparring, I mean, and maybe you don’t really want to—”

Hitoshi held up a hand. His head was spinning enough without Midoriya’s mouth going off like a rocket. He needed a second to process it, and turned to face the wall so he had something to stare at that wasn’t Midoriya’s face.

“Shinsou…”

“I’m just,” Hitoshi said, “thinking. For a second.”

He hadn’t expected the offer at all. Sure, he’d joined Midoriya’s study sessions once or twice, and he had gone with Midoriya and his friends one time, just because he hadn’t had anything better to do. But sparring was a different thing.

“Who told you I was going to try to transfer in?” he asked, turning back to Midoriya.

Midoriya shrugged. “I heard it from someone.”

Great. He hadn’t exactly made that decision public , but it’d been something Hitoshi had considered after the Sports Festival. He could be a hero. He could, at the very least, try.

But he hadn’t said much about it beyond a few classmates and his teachers, because he wasn’t sure how people would react. Some kid with a villain’s Quirk transferring in the middle of the year? To Heroics? Though Midoriya had proven Hitoshi’s expectations wrong, he knew some of the types of hero kids—they’d probably laugh at him.

Hitoshi locked eyes with Midoriya. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why… spar with me?”

Midoriya shrugged. “It’s good practice,” he said, “and I don’t mean to insinuate you’re weak or anything, because you totally aren’t, but I thought that maybe you might want to fight with someone. To help prepare. My classmates—well, they all got into Class 1-A for a reason, right?”

And that was true, Hitoshi supposed. Maybe. All of Class 1-A’s Quirks… what did it matter if they could throw a punch or not, if they could blow an entire building with just their Quirks?

But Hitoshi had nothing to lose. And he was kind of looking for an excuse to procrastinate studying for maths, so he supposed it wouldn’t hurt.

“Yeah, okay,” he conceded, and Midoriya smiled so brightly Hitoshi considered turning around and leaving on the spot.

It turned out that sparring did hurt.

Because Midoriya wiped the floor with him.

It was, well, really, really embarrassing. Okay; really, really, really embarrassing. Hitoshi thought he knew how to fight—he’d gotten into his fair share of fights back in middle school, and he’d done some training before coming to U.A. And U.A. taught them defensive and offensive fighting anyway, without the use of their Quirks, but Midoriya still kicked Hitoshi’s ass.

Also, Aizawa-sensei—oh, God, Eraserhead —was watching. Well, he was squinting from his corner in the training room, curled up in his sleeping bag with a few papers he was grading. He’d look up every now and then to make sure they weren’t annihilating each other, which Midoriya arguably was.

“You need to move faster,” Midoriya said, jabbing two quick punches in the space next to Hitoshi’s head. “Think about your feet. Keep moving. Footwork’s important.”

“You say that,” Hitoshi grumbled, and ducked under another barrage of blows. He brought his hands up, but Midoriya darted impossibly fast, aiming under Hitoshi’s defense.

Hitoshi brought his arms to block, and then Midoriya went left and hit his side.

It was just impossible to keep up. Midoriya’s sharp eyes caught any weakness and then promptly exploited it.

Hitoshi tried to get a hit in, but Midoriya dodged then retaliated. It didn’t take long for Hitoshi to end up on the floor, staring dazedly at the ceiling and wondering how he’d ended up here.

“I shouldn’t have said yes,” he groaned, rolling over to look at Midoriya, who was crouching next to him. “Why’d I say yes?”

“You’re not bad, Shinsou.”

“I blinked once, and I was on the floor, Midoriya.”

Midoriya cocked his head, analyzing.

“Let’s break,” he said after a moment, “just for a minute or two. Then we can get back to it.”

Hitoshi gritted his teeth. Sparring with Midoriya under the semi-watchful eye of Aizawa-sensei… it was making him think now, too. He’d known, of course, that getting into Heroics was far from easy. But now he knew he had a lot to catch up on.

“We should do this more often,” he said, as Midoriya wandered back with a pair of water bottles. Hitoshi took one when it was offered.

“Re- really?”

Hitoshi nodded. “I—” And it was hard to admit when you were weak, but Hitoshi had to. “You’re right. I have a lot to work on.”

Midoriya looked away, out at the training room.

“You know,” he said, “we’re kind of… similar. I think.”

“Yeah?”

Midoriya’s mouth was caught in a frown. His eyes were somber as he looked back at Hitoshi.

“You remind me of myself,” he said, “you stay on the defense a lot when you’re fighting, Shinsou. You need to be less scared of… well, yourself. And your capabilities.”

“On the—” Hitoshi gaped. “You call that being on the defense?”

Midoriya’s mouth quirked upward. “That’s not— I mean, that’s what I was like, for a while. But I learned.”

“You’re… fast. And you hit really hard.”

“Yeah.” Midoriya paused. He looked over at Aizawa-sensei. “Um… listen, Shinsou. I don’t— did you know I was a late bloomer?”

“A what?”

“A late bloomer,” Midoriya admitted, “like my Quirk, I didn’t really get it until right before entering U.A. So for a long time I was Quirkless, and… and people picked on me for it.”

Hitoshi’s thoughts quieted.

“I just mean, you reminded me of that. But I’m here.” Midoriya’s eyes sharpened. “I’m here, and I made it, and I feel like I have to fight every day to prove myself and to keep my spot. I don’t want to make any assumptions about you, and your Quirk, but…”

Hitoshi worked his jaw. “You were bullied, too?”

Midoriya’s lips flattened. “You could… call it that,” he said, looking uncomfortable. “I just, well, I just wanted to say that I… um, I get it. You know? You’re not alone. I’m kind of just like you, I think.”

“I’m— sorry.”

He’d made a lot of assumptions. It was easy to make assumptions about hero-types. And it was easy to make assumptions about Midoriya.

“I never thought I could be a hero,” he admitted.

Midoriya’s smile was sad. “I wanted to, so badly. And everyone told me I couldn’t.”

Villain. “Yeah.”

“Well,” Midoriya started, “I just wanted to say that I, um, recently I’ve started thinking that I deserve to be here. Because I worked for it. And when I look at you I think you deserve a chance, too. That’s why I asked.”

Hitoshi swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“No one’s— told me that,” he croaked.

Midoriya looked down.

“I wish someone had,” he said, so quiet Hitoshi almost didn’t hear. Then Midoriya got up. “Come on. You want to try again?”

Hitoshi mulled the thought over in his mind. A chance, even for him. Midoriya held out his hand.

“Yeah,” Hitoshi said, and took it.

#asks #30 min fics #shinsou #izuku #bnha #bnha fanfic #my fanfic #im back!!!#anonymous

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no-gorms · 5 years ago

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Hi! If you're alright with a request, can you do something with Steve or Tony sitting in the other's lap as a joke? Or refusing to sit in the other's lap? Thanks! Feel free to ignore this if you're busy or uninspired or whatever.

Hello, this is ridiculous but I hope you like!

Steve/Tony, lap-sitting, background Bruce/Nat (also on ao3)

It’s nice to visit the Barton farm on their own terms, without the threat of world annihilation looming over their heads. A city boy Steve may be, but he gets the appeal of the place – the peace, the quiet, and especially the (comforting illusion of) distance from the never-ending stream of Avengers-related problems back in the city. Here it is calm, and here they can recharge.

Not that the others seem interested in recharging. They’re all outside the house: Natasha and Clint are having an intensely polite disagreement on how to handle the grill, Thor and Sam are chasing and being chased by various Barton kids, and Bruce and Tony seem to be yelling at each other about the chairs.

Steve’s on the porch, a glass of lemonade in his hand. He follows the steps down, into the thick of Bruce’s huffing at Tony.

“That’s my jacket,” Bruce is saying, his hands on his hips. He’s looming over the only deck chair among the series of wooden chairs, in which Tony is sitting in with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“That doesn’t mean dibs,” Tony says. “If you wanted the deck chair—”

“Then I should have put something of mine on it to call dibs? Is that what I should have done?” Bruce looks up at Steve’s approach. “Cap, Tony stole my chair.”

“I already said that we can share,” Tony says.

“There are other chairs, Bruce,” Steve points out.

“It’s the principle of it,” Bruce says quietly.

“Look, right here.” Tony pats his lap. “Is it the view, is that what you want? Come on, make yourself comfy.”

Bruce hums thoughtfully. “What if I Hulk out and then sit on you?”

“Bruce,” Steve says.

“Maybe you can ask Cap to build you another one,” Tony says.

“I thought building things was your specialty,” Bruce says.

“Tony, just let Bruce have the chair,” Steve says.

“Why are you taking his side!” Tony exclaims.

“Because he knows a chair thief when he sees one,” Bruce says. “I could flatten you. Like that.”

“No, you’re what, 170? That’s nothing. Come on.” Tony gestures at himself, while Bruce’s face twists in irritation. “It’s early, but you can tell Santa Stark what you want for Christmas.”

“You’re both being ridiculous.” Steve doesn’t exactly know why he does it. It’s probably a combination of the easy atmosphere, Bruce’s petty seething, Tony’s petty mockery, and the refreshing ridiculousness of their arguing about a chair instead of anything really important, which makes Steve want to take the most nonsensical route as is befitting the situation.

So Steve sits on Tony’s lap. He does it over Tony’s squawk of surprise, his back facing Tony and his feet flat on the ground, with his knees and Tony’s knees in rough alignment. Steve takes care to spread his weight carefully to avoid squashing him, though the solid muscle of Tony’s thighs really do seem to take his weight just fine.

Bruce blinks a few times. His expression clears. “Okay, this works for me. Enjoy your deck chair.” He happily trots over to another empty chairand sits down.

“Nooooo,” Tony whines, his voice somewhere to the left of Steve’s neck. “I’m being crushed. I’m dying. This is cruel, even for you.”

“The view is nice, actually,” Steve says.

“Not that I can see anything now, thanks,” Tony grumps.

Steve takes another sip of his drink. “Why did Bruce want this chair?”

“He’s just holding a grudge because he thinks I took his chair on the Quinjet earlier,” Tony says.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but that’s only ‘cause, like, I thought he’d want to sit next to Nat.”

Steve sighs. “Tony.”

“What!” Tony shifts a little, and Steve moves his weight higher up to reduce pressure on Tony’s knees. It’s kind of nice, actually – Tony’s lapis firm but with some cushiony give, though Steve will definitely get up in a minute or so once his point is made. “So if Bruce thinks I just have a weird chair-stealing fixation, then he can keep on believing that I’m dumb enough to not have noticed that that thing is going on.”

“Or maybe you can just not interfere at all,” Steve suggests.

“Oh please, like you haven’t not done anything yourself.”

“I haven’t been reduced to stealing furniture, no.”

“I have lows that will surprise even you.” Tony pauses. “As do you, apparently.”

Steve laughs under his breath. “Yeah.” He glances over at Bruce, who’s made his comfortable sitting in one chair, and his legs propped up on another. “Okay, Bruce is looking better, so please don’t antagonize him any more than necessary, all right?”

Steve starts to move his weight forward onto his feet but is stopped by Tony’s quiet: “No, Steve, wait, wait.” Tony’s voice is urgent and barely above a whisper. His hands come to Steve’s waist, fluttering lightly as though unsure if he’s allowed to touch or not. “Just – just don’t move yet, okay?”

Steve immediately tenses up, his first thought being that he’s hurt Tony. He carefully inches to the side a little, hoping to ease the pressure on Tony’s lap, and this is when he feels something twitch under his right buttcheek.

Steve freezes, Tony freezes, and the whole world briefly takes on the shocking glow of revelation, before it fades and devolves back to a relaxed and scenic daytime barbecue. A couple of yards away, Thor is holding Mjolnir out and letting a pair of the Barton kids swing from the handle.

“Ah.” Steve adds quickly, “Tony, it’s okay. You don’t need to freak out.”

“Me?” Tony says. “You think I’m the one who should be freaking out?”

Steve rolls his eyes, though Tony can’t see it. “I’m afraid to have to tell you this, but your appreciation of my ass is not subtle.”

“Okay fair, but, uh… that’s just, you know, aesthetic appreciation and this is, um…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Steve says gently. “You want to me stay until it goes down? I can tell you some bad jokes, if it helps? Sam told me some doozies the other day.”

Tony doesn’t reply. Steve moves again, only to find that the tell-tale length feels rather more solid than it was five seconds ago.

“Wait, really?” Steve says in disbelief.

“It’s sexy, okay!” Tony hisses. “When you’re sweet and thoughtful it’s really sexy! If you want to help, you need to not do anything or say anything.”

“All right. Oh.” Steve shuts his mouth and keeps it shut. At least, he tries to keep it shut and be quiet, but he’s compelled to say out loud, “Sexy? Really?”

“You know what does not help? You saying that word.”

“Sexy? Or sex?”

“Steve!” Tony digs his fingers into Steve’s sides, making him half-yelp half-laugh. “Come on, you’ve been really mean to me today!”

“All right, sorry.” Steve releases a slow, calming exhale. “I’m sorry, I’ll be nice.” Then, because he can’t help himself from grabbing a once-in-a-blue-moon chance, “Just like how your thighs are nice.”

“Steve!” Tony exclaims. “Uh. Really?”

“Very solid.” Steve nods. “Comfy.”

“Oh. Thanks. I mean, I try not to miss leg day.”

“Excellent results.”

“Cool. Very cool. Yep. Okay, you can get off—I mean, you can…” Tony groans, which is Steve’s cue to slide off of Tony’s lap entirely and parkhis butt on the significantly less-warm and less-comfy slats of the deck chair.

Tony swings his legs over to one side and plants his feet on the ground, so that they’re effectively sitting by side. Tony doesn’t cross his legs, but Steve can see that he wants to.

They sit like that for a handful of weighty seconds, while the smell of the grill wafts over. Someone might even have yelled that the food is ready, not that Steve’s been paying attention.

Steve clears his throat. “You feeling better?”

“Yep,” Tony says. “Much. Thanks. But I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“You want me to get a plate for you?”

“You would?” Tony definitely aborts crossing his legs just then, which is all sorts of flattering. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks.”

Steve stands up. He could go and will go, but Tony’s starting to look miserable, which just won’t do. “Okay,” Steve says, firmly but kindly, “Iam sorry that I made you uncomfortable—”

“Geez, Steve,” Tony sighs.

“—but would it make you feel better if I had one, too?”

“I don’t…” Tony trails off, his eyes widening. He slowly looks up at Steve. “You do?”

“Not right now, but I could.” This is 100% the wrong place for this, but isn’t it just like Steve’s life to dangle opportunities at the most inopportune moment. “For you. If it’d make you feel better.” Steve wills meaning into the words, and doubly wills Tony to understand.

“I… think it would,” Tony says slowly. “But not right now. Like you said.”

“Later?” Steve says, just to be sure.

Tony nods. “Later. Okay. Yeah.”

Steve smiles, and feels a leap in his chest when Tony responds with a dazed smile of his own.

“Good,” Steve says softly, and bounds off to get some lunch for both of them.

Though Steve’s enhanced hearing means that he still catches Tony’s under-the-breath, “What just happened?”

#scaramouche writes superhusbands fic #anonymous #superhusbands #SILLY THINGS

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dolce-peach · 5 years ago

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Em, darling, unspoken was perfect,so calm and fluff *chef's kiss* could you please write another part with loki's pov trying to figure out his feelings for reader? Or any direction you want. Please give more of your fluff, it's perfect ❤️

unspoken [part 2]

pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: fluff with a hint of angst

a/n: awww thank you so much anon! i’m so glad you liked it ❤️ also i’m pretty sure the gif above is tom breaking character but idc he’s absolutely adorable fight me -- hope you enjoy!

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You confused Loki in all senses of the word.

From the moment he met you, he knew you were different. You didn’t look at him with fear or disgust, only the possibilities of who he really was. Unlike most of Asgard, you didn’t care whether he was a prince or not, or whether he was next in line for the throne.

He was confused the moment you offered him tea that night. He couldn’t help but watch you with a different spark in his eye. He couldn’t believe that he was interested in a mere human.

You were supposed to be a dumb mortal, someone only interested in materialistic gains and mankind’s constant conquest.

Instead, you were kind.

Just kind.

He frowned as he saw you crack a smile and laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Your laugh was music.

“Nothing! I just never expected to see a god in sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

He couldn’t help but blush madly. It wasn’t his fault he had brought nothing else to wear. Thor often asked him to come to Earth on a rather short notice, so needless to say, he was always unprepared.

“Well, it’s quite comfortable,” he scoffed. “And you didn’t expect me to stay dressed like that all the time, did you?”

“I suppose not,” you replied as you leaned against the counter.

He found himself watching you in awe. You were unapologetically kind and incredibly innocent. How could the two of you ever become friends, when he was secluded, reserved, and insecure?

The tea soothed his throat, driving the insomnia away. He couldn’t remember feeling this peaceful since before he was recruited by Thanos and the Other. It was something he never liked to think about, and could never bring himself to talk about with anyone.

He watched as you took his cup away and cleaned everything.

“Um, thank you again,” he said.

You shook your head. “Anytime.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

His eyes widened a bit, seeing your confusion.

“Well...usually people scream or glare or something. They think I’ll kill them the next instant or freeze them forever,” he explained quickly.

He looked away, blushing.

Loki, you idiot.

“I don’t think you’re so bad,” you said. “Misunderstood, yes, but you’re not a bad guy.”

Once again, you left him stunned.

When he went back to his room that night, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His soul was at rest, but his mind was alive as the day.

He shook his head, turning onto his side. There was absolutely no way he could’ve fallen so hard and so fast for a human.

He frowned. Was this how Thor felt when he met Jane?

He turned onto the other side, disgusted with the fact that he was comparing himself to his brother.

Needless to say, his world was turned upside down.

Just when he thought you couldn’t surprise him anymore than you already did, he discovered your beautiful sketches.

He thought it was cute you were embarrassed. It was almost like catching a child in the act. Your innocent expressions and shy awkwardness made his heart ache for something more than just friendship.

He discovered you wanted to draw him, and only him.

From that day on, he vowed to protect you at all costs.

With that promise, came worries and nightmares.

Worrying whenever you were on a mission was completely normal, even for fellow teammates, but if you received even a scratch, he could feel himself grow feral. Of course, he would annihilate the enemy, but it took you and only you to calm him down.

The nightmares were even worse.

His mind delved into the deepest darkest scenarios. You ended up dead in his arms almost every time, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.

Everything seemed so real, that when he woke up, he couldn’t help but scream.

He could still feel your blood on his hands, soaking into his skin. His breath continued to run away, his chest growing tight. His panting slowly turned into quiet sobs.

He heard a quiet knock at his door.

“Loki?”

It was you.

He quickly opened the door and engulfed you in a tight hug, trembling as he held you.

“Loki,” you whispered, nudging him back inside and closing the door behind you as you hugged his waist. “What’s wrong? I heard you from next door.”

When you received no reply, you only continued to hold onto him gently. You breathed in his warm scent in the darkness of the room.

He pressed a kiss into your hair. “I’m sorry I woke you,” he said. “It’s just a nightmare.”

You pulled back, cradling his face. “Want to talk about it?”

He sighed before looking away.

“I’ve been having dreams of Thanos killing everyone and everything. He destroyed Earth.” There were tears in his eyes. “He killed you in front of me, Y/N, and I couldn’t stop him.”

He could see fear flash in your eyes before you gave him a small smile. “Well, I’m here now, right?”

He slowly nodded.

“He can’t get you anymore,” you said quietly as you held his hands. “I won’t let him.”

Loki smiled, his lips brushing against your forehead.

You walked him back to his bed and sat on the side as he lay down. He closed his eyes as you stroked his hair. He loved the rhythmic feeling of your fingers touching him softly.

“Try to sleep, okay?” you whispered.

“Can you stay with me?” he found himself asking.

You caught his blue-green gaze. “Of course.”

He scooted over, allowing you to snuggle in next to him. He easily turned and wrapped his arms around you. You turned towards him, looking into his eyes.

“I love you.”

Three words he had never said in his life, not even to his late mother. He himself couldn’t believe the words came out in such a sincere, genuine expression. All his life, he thought he was incapable of love, but having you in his arms was enough to make him believe.

When you smiled, his cold heart shattered.

“I love you too.”

He couldn’t help but grin, touching your cheek softly as he did so.

And as you closed your eyes, settling in his arms, he watched you breathe deeply until he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, you were still fast asleep in his arms. He studied the gentle morning sun hitting your hair, making you glow like an angel. Your lips were slightly parted.

You were softly clutching onto his t-shirt.

Loki smiled as he lifted some stray strands of hair out of your face. You squirmed and snuggled deeper into his chest, trying to hide away from the sun.

“Five more minutes,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “You can have all the time in the world.”

“Good,” you breathed. “Sleepy...”

He stroked your hair. “Thank you for last night.”

You pulled back and smiled sleepily. “Always,” you said. “Did you mean it?”

He furrowed his brow. “Mean what?”

A blush played with your cheeks. “You said you loved me.”

“Of course,” he said.

You closed your eyes, holding his hand close to your chest. “Good...” you said before falling back asleep.

He was certain you could probably hear his heartbeat, but at that moment, he didn’t care.

He wanted the moment to last forever.

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alicepink-me · 5 years ago

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Secret Admirer

Story Summary:

With the help of Chat Noir, Marinette sends a love letter to Adrien. After that, there’s an exchange of many letters between Marinette and Adrien. Marinette is excited but later questions if she is actually writing to Adrien and thinks Chat Noir might actually be writing to her instead. Marinette tries to make sense of her love life and who her secret admirer actually is

Chapter 4: Smitten

Marinette stuck her tongue out as she continued to sew. She had been working on a black hoodie all day. She weaved the green paracord string through the hood before tying a knot at the end.

"Tada!" She held up the hoodie, admiring it. "Not bad, Tikki."

"Why again are you making Adrien a hoodie?" Tikki asked.

"Because he got me the new Ultimate Mecha Strike V game." Marinette held up the game case. "He got it for me so we can play against each other online. He remembered how fun that gaming tournament was a few years ago. And it was so sweet of him to get the newest one for me, so I'm gonna make him a hoodie to thank him." She looked at her phone. "And he'll be online in eleven minutes, so I'm just gonna finish a few more details."

"What are you gonna put on the front?" The hoodie remained blank.

Marinette turned to the hoodie. "I'm not sure, but I want it to be green. I feel like green is his color." She sighed. "I need an idea though."

"Don't worry, Marinette, you'll think of something." Tikki encouraged.

"Thanks, Tikki." Marinette swiveled her chair over to her computer and loaded the video game. "Now I just gotta wait for Adrien." She looked at her phone.

12 minutes later:

"Ugh." Marinette groaned. The wait was killing her, so she's been spinning in circles in her chair for the last five minutes. "Why isn't he online?"

"Maybe he's busy. Adrien does have a crazy schedule." Tikki said. "Maybe something came up. His dad is always giving him surprise photoshoots."

"Maybe." Marinette continued to spin. "I really should've been thinking of what to put on that hoodie." She said, checking her phone. "I had fourteen minutes to kill."

A bleep sounded from the computer. Marinette halted her spinning and fell off her chair. She stumbled up, dragging the keyboard off her desk.

"AgresteAdrien is online." Marinette read. "AgresteAdrien invited you to a game."

She squealed, her keyboard dragging her computer to the edge. Marinette panicked, but was able to save it. She fixed her keyboard and sat down, taking a deep breath. She clicked on the invite and put on her headset.

"Hey." Adrien said.

"H-Hey Adrien." She stuttered.

"Why do you so sound nervous?" He questioned.

Marinette selected her character. "U-Uh I'm not nervous. Definitely am-I mean not. Why would I be nervous?"

Adrien chuckled and the match started. "Wow you chose the Ladybug bot?"

"Well duh, it's the best one." She used her bot the slash at Adrien's. "Why did you choose the weakest one? The apm is the lowest out of all the characters and he loses hp faster. You're gonna lose."

"Well this one is my favorite and strength isn't something to worry about. Smart moves play just as important of a role." He said, his bot attacking hers, destroying half her bot's health. "And it doesn't matter if yours is better because I'm going to crush you anyway."

Marinette calmly pressed a few buttons and her character charged up an attack. It jumped forward and eliminated Adrien's bot. "Doesn't look like it."

"You're just too good at this game."

"This is the first time I've played." Marinette announced.

"No, you probably practiced before this just so you can show me up in another game." Adrien laughed. "I was going easy on you before, but not anymore."

"Uh huh." Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Round Two." The game echoed.

Marinette smiled as her Ladybug bot began to beat Adrien's. Adrien's bot wasn't the strongest but he knew it very well. He was a very good opponent. Marinette grew up playing Ultimate Mecha Strike games with her papa, so she has most of the attacks memorized. This game might be new, but it's very similar to Ultimate Mecha Strike III, so it comes naturally to her. She was about to release her final blow, but just stared at Adrien's bot. She looked over at the hoodie.

"That's it." Marinette mumbled, a lightbulb going off. "I should put his video game character on the sweatshirt." She turned to her kwami.

"Yes!" Adrien exclaimed after annihilating her bot. "You shouldn't have underestimated me."

"That sounds like a great idea, Marinette, but-" Tikki began.

"Maybe I could embroider it or something." Marinette put her thumb under her chin, thinking.

Adrien stopped celebrating. "Marinette?"

"What do you think, Tikki? I'd have to get it done quickly though since Chat Noir is coming over tomorrow morning."

"Marinette." He repeated.

Marinette paused and her mouth hung open. She turned back to the computer screen and bit her lip for a moment, embarrassed. "Um . . . yeah?"

"Who are you talking to?" Adrien asked, confused. "Who's Tikki?"

"U-Uh . . . did-did I say Tikki?" Marinette scratched the back of her head anxiously. "I-I meant Tina . . . Tina my . . . my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes." Marinette answered unsurely. "My cousin Tina . . . came to visit."

"She came to visit?" Adrien paused for a minute, making Marinette nervous. "Well I should leave you to spend time with your cousin then. You know, family is important and you should enjoy the time you have with them while they're around."

"You don't have to!" Marinette blurted. "I mean . . . she was just leaving."

"No, I'll have more time tomorrow to get online again." Adrien said, pausing again. "It's no problem. You should really spend some time with your cousin."

"AgresteAdrien is offline." Marinette saw as it flashed on the screen. "Ugh!" She groaned, hitting her head on her desk.

"Think on the bright side, Marinette, now you have more time to work on the hoodie." Tikki encouraged.

"You're right, Tikki." Marinette picked her head off her desk. "I know what I want it to look like, so now I can finish it."

. . .

The Next Morning:

Marinette jolted up in her bed. She heard taping at her window. She squeezed her eyes shut before rubbing them. She took a deep breath and blinked her eyes open. Another few taps were heard. Marinette stood up and opened the trap door. She stuck her head through the opening to see the cat.

"I'll be up in a minute." She announced before disappearing.

Marinette walked down her steps and went to her desk. The sweatshirt wasn't wrapped, but it was inside an old fabric delivery box and taped shut. She finished at 5 a.m. so the gift itself can make up for the packaging. She wished she had thought of the idea a lot sooner because embroidery takes a long time. Marinette grabbed the box and walked back to her balcony.

"I like your hair." Chat complimented as he watched her crawl through the trap door.

Marinette ruffled her loose, messy hair. "Thanks, it's four hours of sleep." She held out the small package to Chat Noir. "Here, give this to Adrien."

Chat looked up at her sweetly while Marinette yawned. "A box?"

"Yeah, just give it to him." She pushed her hair back before turning around. "I'm going back to sleep. Just don't open it."

"Wait!" Chat Noir reached forward and grabbed her hand. He held it delicately as he pulled her back to him, closer than before. "What's inside?"

"It's for Adrien." Marinette smiled. "You don't need to be so nosy."

"Can I at least have a hint?" He inched closer.

"Nope." Marinette turned around and moved to her trap door. "Don't worry about it." She waved. "You know, curiosity killed the cat." She left and closed the door.

"But satisfaction brought it back." Chat mumbled.

. . .

Adrien gently opened the box. The box might be old and reused but he treated it like fine china. He pulled out the card on top and set it on the edge of his desk before picking up the sweatshirt. His mouth fell open as he held it up in front of him.

"Why a sweatshirt?" Plagg asked, eating a chunk of cheese.

"I don't know, Plagg. Maybe as a thank you for the video game."

Adrien flipped it around and pulled it over his head. He adjusted it and shook his now messy hair. A burning blush appeared on his cheeks. The hoodie was so warm. There was new vanilla scent and Adrien began to smell the hoodie.

"It smells like her." He muttered.

"Oh, somebody's smitten." Plagg chimed.

"No I'm not." Adrien denied, crossing his arms. "She's just a . . . friend. I couldn't have any feelings for her."

"You don't just memorize a friend's scent."

"I didn't memorize it. Marinette just always smells good." Adrien excused. "And I'm part cat, remember?"

"Technically, you're only part cat when you're transformed. You don't have an excuse right now." Plagg finished his camembert.

His cheeks were redder. "I just . . . like Marinette as a person. She was really nice and made me this hoodie and it just so happens to smell like her perfume. Nothing big."

"Uh huh." Plagg teased.

"I don't need to argue with you." Adrien layed on his bed and turned on his side. "I had a photoshoot at 6 a.m. and I'd really like to get some rest."

. . .

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diredigression · 5 years ago

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Dire’s Sole: The Aftermath of Olivia

A quick intermission after Satellite Station Olivia where Sole finally starts learning what to expect from the wasteland. Next she has to learn how to cope with it.

Mr. Sturges pushes her down into a chair and shoves a beer in her hand. “Talk.”

She focuses on examining the yellowed label on the bottle. Gwinnett Stout. It’ll do. She’d have preferred an ale, or better, maybe whiskey. She picks at the label, and it flakes off under her nails. The paper is crispy and the glue has dried. It almost feels hundreds of years old. Maybe…maybe it is.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

It’s the second evening after the chaos of Station Olivia. After finding the locket and returning to Sanctuary, Mr. Garvey had put Sole to bed and insisted that she recuperate from her injury a day or two before making the trek back out to the Abernathy’s. Now the three of them are gathered in the neighbor’s house, seated on ancient, mildewed armchairs, with the stray dog that had earlier attached itself to them crunching on a stick in a corner. Mr. Sturges is perched on the edge of his chair, glaring at her. Mr. Garvey is draped back in his, sipping his beer, eyeing both of them.

“Who doesn’t know what a mole rat is? Or raiders? Letting Preston fight alone, you could’ve gotten both of you killed!” He’s practically yelling now. “Are you good for anything besides housework? Look, new gal. Don't know what cave you're from. Don't care. But you need to shake off the cobwebs and smell the cordite, or we're all dead. Because the only thing keeping us alive is each other, and you sure as hell aren’t carrying your weight on the defense side.”

Her eyes finally flash up to his, panic meeting fury. They flash back down just as quickly, and she huddles silently in her chair.

“That’s enough, Sturges.” Mr. Garvey speaks soothingly. “Besides, Codsworth was with me…You’re a vault dweller, right? From 111. You don’t have to tell me anything about it, just yes or no.”

She doesn’t look up. Vault dweller? She didn’t exactly dwell in…in the vault…not that she remembers, anyway. But she did come out of it. Eventually she nods, almost imperceptibly.

“Alright, that’s good, that’s progress. I thought 111 was abandoned, everyone did, but apparently not if you’re here. I know messed up shit went down in those vaults. I’m sorry if you were in one of the bad ones. You don’t have to tell me, but I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.” He pauses, gives her a few moments to speak if she wants, but she doesn’t move. “Okay. So, clearly, whatever did happen there didn’t prepare you for life out here. You’re pretty lost, huh?”

Her eyes begin to burn. No. She can’t let that through. If she lets herself feel that pain, then she’s really going to break and make a fool of herself and—no. She stares at the beer bottle, traces every crack in the paper with her eyes, memorizing them, feeling the texture of the fragile label under her fingertips, grounding herself on the real sensations outside of her spiraling panic, while the back of her mind focuses on breathing slowly and deliberately. Once she’s back under control, she nods again.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll give you a rundown on…the Commonwealth, I guess. Stop me if you know it already.”

Mr. Garvey talks, and Mr. Sturges calms and chips in on some details, and she releases her brittle tension enough to begin sipping the beer. It is in fact the year 2287, she accepts. Two hundred and ten years since the bombs that fell, just days ago in her memory. Two hundred ten years of…cryostasis, I guess. As wild as that sounds. Frozen, alive, unconscious, as the world moved on without her.

Plenty of humans still alive. The species survived nuclear annihilation. Normal people, settlers, cities, but also violent gangs of raiders, which she’d now encountered twice, and “gunners”, and scarier, subtler groups. Mutated animals, some of which she’s already seen too: mole rats, deathclaws, mutated dogs, “yao guai” that just sounded like angrier bears—because of course bears had survived the apocalypse—and a too-wide variety of bloodthirsty insects.

New creations. Horrifically irradiated ghouls, some intelligent and still humanoid, many rotted into ferality. Super mutants, giant aggressive monsters with matching hounds. Synths, that may or may not be identifiably robotic, that may or may not be hiding, undiscovered, unidentifiable, among them.

By the end, her first beer and a second are finished and she’s feeling at peace with her fate. “Aiiiight Mr. Garvey. So what you’re telling me is this entire damn brave new world wants to kill me.”

He smiles slightly at her newfound, albeit slurred, ability to speak. “Pretty much. Also, if you don’t stop calling us mister, you get to fight the raiders for the next beer supply run.”

“Well fine then, Preston. If that’s what you want, that’s what you get. So if I need a weapon…you said there’s no more softball?”

“Yeah, no one knows that or baseball anymore. Moe over in Diamond City claims baseball was two teams beating each other to death with swatters, but hell if I know whether he’s right or not. Why’re you so interested? And how did you get a swatter?”

The peace of her buzz sours slightly. “That’s…yeah. Um. You said Mr.—uh, Sturges could modify it for me? Make it more…dangerous?”

Sturges throws her a sloppy salute. She notices he has a few more empty bottles lying around his feet than she does. “Sure can, just give me a chain and an hour and I’ll have her all gussied up for you.”

She feels almost as if she’s floating apart into two personalities. Her pre-bombs self, still sober, frets in the background. Not her softball bat. Not for a weapon. That bat was…but her current self, tipsy, in emotionless disbelief of the new world she’s been dropped into, is the one controlling her voice. As if from a distance, she watches herself answer. “Let’s do it, Sturges. I’ll get it to you tomorrow. Guess I’m a swatter girl.”

Sturges claps in delight. Mr. Gar—Preston—smiles, almost sadly, and nods.

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The next morning Preston and Sole set back out for Abernathy, the dog—Dogmeat, they called it, what an awful name for such a gorgeous thing—roaming far ahead and behind them in excitement at the adventure. Sole carries her bat—her swatter, now—propped over her shoulder. It now carries a heavy chain wrapped around the barrel and tacked in place, forever ruined for softball. Not that it matters anymore. The balance is totally different now, of course, but she can see the extra weight giving her swings some substantial extra power with practice. Sturges even managed to rig up a rifle sling to it so she can wear it across her back. She’s too strung out from the last night’s nightmares of green giants and hideous bears and robotic men to risk putting it out of her grip, though, even though Preston assures her that this quick trip is perfectly safe. An engorged bloatfly larger than her head does make a few passive darts at her, at which she attempts a few frantic swings and misses completely. A bright red blast from Preston’s musket explodes the thing in a rain of entrails, and she suddenly becomes nauseous and withdrawn for the rest of the hike.

Otherwise, they reach the farm without incident. Mr. Abernathy—Blake—takes the locket back tenderly, his voice becoming hoarse. “I can’t thank you enough for this. You risked your life to get Mary’s locket back to us…”

“Protecting families like you from scum like those raiders is what the Minutemen are here for,” says Preston. “We just need the support of settlements like yours to build our power again until we can protect the entire Commonwealth. Now that you know we’re good for our word, will you support us?”

“Yeah…yeah, absolutely. We don’t have much, but we have space for you to stay and a workshop for repairs. You’re welcome to our home, any time. I just…I need to go talk to Connie and Lucy now…thank you.”

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Now that her bat is back in her hands, she begins to remember the drive to train with it. For days after the return to Abernathy she intersperses her chores with training, learning the new feel of the modded swatter. Practice swings through the air, slowly, faster, faster. Makeshift t-ball stands from old fenceposts topped with rocks or bottles or clumps of dirt. Eventually dragging the men in to pitch objects at her (with varying degrees of accuracy). Her confidence in her old bat rekindles.

Every night, she dreams of robot men and of the body with the bloody pulp for a head.

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Dire’s Sole

Chronological:

Introducing: Sole

Abernathy Farm

One-offs:

Hancock Meets Sole

Dire’s Sole Art

A first sketch

Wham, Bam, Alakazam and Goodbye

Christmas Feels

MakeHuman v1

The Silver Shroud (with line art and shading progress)

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pyropsychiccollector · 5 years ago

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Goodbye Despair, Chapter 1: Destination Despair (Part 2)

Yamada panicked when the knocking came, as it always did. There were quite a few things he hated, but his morning routine getting an overhaul was definitely near the top of the list… Bad enough Ultimate Despair got captured and Miss Ludenberg had no use for him – now he was getting regular meals again! Regular meals! Oh, the humanity! And he just… couldn’t… escape their clutches! These cruel tormentors were fast learners, were agile, and were quite fearsome!

“Hello in there~!” A singsong voice came from behind the door as the knocking ensued.

… Quite fearsome, indeed.

“Um… I’ll be done in, like, ten more… no… five or six more pages, okay?!” Yamada was sweating bullets as he glanced at the door, certain that wasn’t going to fly with her…

“No excuses! Get out here, pronto!” The voice sounded more demanding now.

Yamada lamented the curfew. He truly did. Were it not for that, he would be able to hide out on another island until breakfast was over! What’s more, the others were dragging their feet to breakfast, too, which mean their captors would be keeping a watchful eye so that no one, like him, tried to flee to safety.

Truly regrettable.

“Time to make my daring escape…!” Yamada, face on his cheeks in horror, edged over to the window across from the door and stuck one leg outside before nearly stumbling back in fright. “W-Weren’t you standing at the door just now?! H-H-How?!”

Chisa Yukizome beamed smugly at the otaku.

“Funny how that works? I had a student just like you who tried to do the exact same thing!” Chisa giggled, flashing her teacher’s ID. “Moral of the story? Don’t try to ditch your teacher!”

To Yamada’s credit, he still made a respectable effort to bolt for it. Too bad for the otaku, Chisa was faster, and apparently stronger, as she dragged the otaku along by the ankles, kicking up a cloud of dust in their wake.

“I don’t wanna give up the despair of starving myself! If you keep feeding me, I’ll remember the perfection that is Diet Coooke!” Yamada eccentrically wailed.

The Imposter, dressed up as Mitarai for now and a file under his arm, shook his head pitifully as he watched Yukizome-sensei march by on her way to the hotel.

“Poor guy… We all have to learn at some point, I guess.” The Imposter then resumed his own walking.

Nearby, Hajime sweatdropped at hearing the comment. He was having serious déjà vu right now, and the Imposter being dressed as Mitarai wasn’t helping. Shaking his head and smiling wryly, Hajime approached one of the cottages and took a deep breath.

This member of Ultimate Despair despised him. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to it. She just… hated him. For nothing more than a passing resemblance to someone significant in her past, she hated him. It was petty, and made Hajime wonder if that wasn’t the brainwashing affecting her personality. Still, for both their sakes, he avoided her unless absolutely necessary.

… And unfortunately, Munakata made it required for all Ultimate Despairs to come to every breakfast, and Hajime was the one tasked to ensure she came, at least for that morning…

Hesitantly, Hajime knocked on the door. He nervously adjusted his tie in the few moments he waited. Talking with this girl… never went well. And that would’ve been an interesting experience, considering her Ultimate talent, but then again she was a Remnant of Despair… So, things might’ve been different, had she not been brainwashed.

The brunet was pulled from his thoughts as the knob turned and the door creaked open slightly.

“Hello…?” The silky, sweet voice found its way through the crack, tinged with a touch of caution. Hajime’s hand curled into a fist anxiously at his side, and he mustered a genuine smile as best as he could.

“A-Ah… Good morning, Maizono-san. I’m here to escort you to breakfast…” His voice wavered nervously, inwardly steeling himself.

As expected, Sayaka opened the door after a few moments – a bubbly smile plastered on her face. It would have looked much cuter and not as creepy, had it not been for the glowing red eyes that marked her as an Ultimate Despair.

A mask. One that he was meant to perceive.

“Ah, Hinata-kun!” The pop idol greeted with a disarming smile. Hajime knew better than to lower his guard. “With the blue sky and clean air, I thought I’d awoken from a terrible dream!”

Hajime said nothing. Didn’t move a muscle. He waited, hackles rising. He’d been fooled the first time by this sugary sweet act… And he’d been outright humiliated and taken a severe hit to his self-esteem, as a result. His friends bolstered his spirits… but it never removed the shame of that first encounter with the former number one Pop Sensation.

“Then I remembered I’m on an island with a worthless, cheap knockoff…” Sayaka sighed airily, shaking her head wistfully when Hinata didn’t rise to the bait. “You can’t cure me, Hinata-kun. No one can. You’re better off just letting me go, if you’re not going to kill me.”

“We’re not gonna kill you!” Hajime protested, floundering a bit. “And we’re not gonna just let you go while you drive people to suicide with your music!”

Maizono shrugged uncaringly, closed the door behind her, and walked past Hajime without so much as another word. Hajime floundered for more words as he reached out toward her repeating back, but no intelligible words passed his lips, and she didn’t stop even as she turned the corner toward the pool and the restaurant. Hajime sighed tiredly and dropped his arm in defeat.

“One of these days I’m gonna make her not hate me…” He deadpanned. He nearly jumped when a voice spoke up from behind him.

“That may be impossible. She sees her beloved in you, and you are living while he is not.”

Hinata’s head whipped back and forth as he saw no one behind him. But then he craned his head upward to see Kamakura lounging on the roof of his cottage, looking as bored as ever. The brunet frowned agitatedly.

“You don’t know that! We beat Junko, and she was the one that brought the world to its knees! It should be possible to…” He trailed off as Kamakura cut him off blithely.

“Sayaka Maizono will not benefit from therapy and recovery. Every member of Ultimate Despair has found and latched onto something that brings them pain and misery. For some, that is starvation and fasting; for others, they poured money and assets, everything they had, into Ultimate Despair, an organization that they hoped would fail; and still others, they turned the people closest to them against them for the despair of betrayal. Every member of Ultimate Despair has something like this in their life.”

“And in Maizono’s case?” Hajime questioned, tense. He stiffened more as Kamakura’s emotionless eyes never wavered from his own.

“Sayaka Maizono has been unable to escape the greatest despair in her life. She has tried to take her mind off it in numerous ways… She murdered her father. Incited a mob of fans to massacre her bandmates, save for her closest friend. You were present when she threw that friend into a death game with the rest of Class 78’s loved ones; Ayaka Haneyama was the first to be executed in that game. Maizono even waged an all-out war on the idol industry and annihilated it down to the roots… But none of that pain, none of that despair, compared to losing the one bright spot in her life, Makoto Naegi. For Sayaka Maizono… her greatest despair is to simply keep on living. It is not even a matter of ‘moving on’… Sayaka Maizono has no will to live, yet despair compels her to keep going. Because for her, life is despair. If her brainwashing were to be undone, her subsequent suicide would be a foregone conclusion.”

Hajime narrowed his eyes as he clenched his fists in determination.

“I won’t let it come to that…! Even if I can’t be the one to help her… I’ll find someone that can give her a reason to keep on living!”

Kamakura didn’t say anything for a long time after that heartfelt declaration. His eyes just bored into Hajime’s. But even with that slight discomfort, Hajime would not back down. He knew he was right about this. Even after all the things Maizono had done, she deserved a shot at redemption, just like her classmates.

“Pointless.” Kamakura droned dully, finally making Hajime turn on his heel and leave. The brunet felt Kamakura’s intense eyes on the back of his head, but he didn’t care.

He wasn’t going to give up on any of them.

~*~

“Yo, Hajime! Come sit over here!”

The brunet arched his eyebrow, tray in hand, as he saw Kazuichi pat a spot next to him at the table near the back of the dining hall. It wasn’t unusual for Souda, or any member of Class 77 really, to be friendly toward Hajime at this point. Still, something seemed to be amiss, the longer he looked into Souda’s eyes. Shrugging, he obliged the mechanic.

“So what’s up?” The counselor asked, soon after sitting down and picking at his food idly. His eyes were on Kazuichi, though.

The Ultimate Mechanic could only grin and chuckle nervously as he ran a hand through his hair cautiously.

“Why would somethin’ be up? Can’t Soul Friends just stick together? Heh… Hehe…” He trailed off suspiciously. Hajime shrugged nonchalantly, sticking a forkful of food in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

“I dunno… The fact you’ve been avoiding Fujisaki is just one example. Or how about when you sprint away from Sakura whenever she’s on the same path as you? Then again, you tend to pull your hat over your ears when Togami’s around…” He smiled wryly as Kazuichi shook his fist in annoyance. “… Sorry.”

“It’s not like these are people I can just get along with, y’know?! These jerks helped end the world, and they’re really mean and violent!” The mechanic grumbled sourly. His tongue rolled out of his mouth as he grinned a little nervously. “A-And anyway, it’s not like I’m worried about any of them right now…”

Hajime arched an eyebrow again.

“Then who are you worried about?’ As Kazuichi abruptly pointed his finger, the brunet followed its path until he saw a dark-haired girl sitting in the corner alone, staring at their table with an intensity that made Hajime shiver a little bit.

“I’ve been watching her, and she hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you entered the dining hall!” Kazuichi explained in a hushed, but still kinda loud, whisper. He then appeared shifty-eyed. “I don’t like it. She’s probably schemin’ something, and I can’t just let you fall into whatever trap she has planned!”

Hajime almost looked touched as Kazuichi said that with such passion in his voice.

“… Not before you get Fujisaki off my back, at least!”

Almost.

“I’ll talk with Fujisaki after breakfast, alright?” Hajime grinned sheepishly. “I can’t promise anything, though… Maizono hates my guts, and at least half of them won’t even listen to me. I dunno how receptive Fujisaki will be.”

Souda scratched his cheek and sighed in mild annoyance.

“Oi… Don’t go getting the wrong impression, alright? You’re more to me than just some guy that can talk to these crazies!” Kazuichi grinned and then gave a thumb’s up. “You’re my partner, my Soul Bro! I’d care about what would happen to ya even if Fujisaki was less hostile! … And don’t go thinking you’re not talented just ‘cause you aren’t making progress with these people! I betcha even Gekkogahara would be hitting a brick wall! We just gotta undo their brainwashing first.”

Hajime was about to lazily wave off his friend, when another person noisily set down their tray of food to gain his and Kazuichi’s attention. It worked, ‘cause Hajime nearly leaped out of his seat, and Kazuichi let out one of his well-known screeches.

“Indeed, the fires of pandemonium would spit these lost souls back out! Heed not their foul words nor any of their beguiling ways! Trust in my power, and we shall show them the path to true Hell!”

Hajime cracked a small grin as the breeder sat to his left; he was taking Gundham’s eccentricities a lot better than Kazuichi, who had yet to relax his face from the very disturbed look that he sometimes got… Poor guy always got spooked too easily.

“Hey, Gundham. How’s your morning been so far?” Hajime’s tone was light and casual, which seemed to please the breeder.

“Kehehe… It has been splendidly hellacious! My twelve Zodiac Generals had a magnificent feast before we attended to our morning duties… And then, forsooth! The supposed indomitable Ogre challenged this Supreme Overlord of Ice to a fight to the death this afternoon!” Toward the end, Gundham, whose arms remained crossed and his eyes closed, belted out a joyous evil cackle, his eyes snapping open excitedly.

The whole time Gundham had been regaling them, Kazuichi had managed to calm down and send the breeder an annoyed glance before resuming his meal. Hajime was picking at his own food, taking care to keep an eye on his dark-clothed friend in case he was supposed to pay particular attention to an aspect of his story. Both the counselor and the mechanic continued their morning meal in a mindless lull for about a minute before they both deciphered Gundham’s words at around the same time – particularly latching onto a single phrase in that maelstrom of childish descriptions.

“O-Ogre?!” Hajime stuttered, wide-eyed. “You mean Oogami?!”

“Are you nuts?!” Souda echoed his friend’s stunned reaction, hand palming his forehead. “She’s gonna snap you like a twig! Why’d you go and piss her off?!”

Gundham crossed his arms, his mouth buried in his scarf in a huff.

“Your concern is touching… though misplaced. For I have wrestled beasts even more Hellish than the Ogre, in her current form… She is but a lowly shell of the warrior she once was.”

“G-Gundham… Even if you say that, Oogami’s killed a lot of people!” Hajime made a pained expression as he faced the breeder, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “I think the only one in Ultimate Despair who has killed more people than Oogami is Ikusaba, and that’s really only because of all the weapons she uses! Sakura slaughters people with her bare hands!”

Hajime slightly winced as Gundham gave him a fierce look of disapproval, but he didn’t back down – and deep down, he believed Gundham respected that much about him. He wasn’t completely intimidated by the breeder’s ferocity.

“Let me ask you this…” Gundham remarked gravely, fixing both Kazuichi and Hajime with the same firm gaze, arms still crossed. “Among the Ogre’s ‘countless’ victims, how many were truly capable of putting up a fight with her? Most of them? Half of them? Even twenty five percent…? Nay. A meager ten percent – at best – were truly able to defend themselves against her! I read the reports, so I know that of which I speak! She hides behind a thin veil of ‘fighting anyone and everyone’, but in reality, she aims for the weak and defenseless! That is the Ogre’s Despair! She challenges me because she underestimates my power!”

With that hearty declaration, Gundham belted out yet another hearty, evil cackle. Hajime’s brow furrowed in contemplation as Kazuichi remained dismissive, calling Gundham nuts for accepting a challenge from Sakura Oogami. The brunet had to admit that Tanaka might very well have had a point… as a caretaker of animals, he would know to keep an eye out for these kinds of patterns in reports. The numerous reports on Oogami’s victims were staggering with the savage brutality involved in the murders, but Hajime couldn’t recall that little tidbit of information ever coming up – that most of her victims couldn’t even fight back. That said, it was understandable no one noticed, considering Oogami’s talent, but if most of the victims weren’t even capable of self-defense… Oogami would be getting no ‘thrill’ from her battles, merely despair.

And that would match Ultimate Despair’s M.O.

“A party…?” Togami’s eyebrows arched as he sat across the table from Munakata, arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other. “Really now?”

Munakata was leaning his elbows on the table as he laced his fingers together and stared over his knuckles at the heir.

“Up until now, we have been restricting your nighttime activities. I figured it might do you all some good to have at least one night out, spending it amongst friends.”

Togami’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the proverbial carrot.

“You’re not going to allow us ‘true’ freedom, however… If you did, the possibility of us killing each other or plotting to overthrow you would be too great.”

“Of course we would need to be present.” Munakata reasoned diplomatically. “Consider this a way for our two groups to come together as one, even if for just one night.”

‘We don’t have to be enemies.’

Togami scoffed at the unspoken olive branch. While he himself didn’t care for socializing, he knew there were a few in Ultimate Despair who were going stir-crazy, cooped up in their rooms all night…

There were also those, however, who would demand he shoot this business proposition down like the Nazis over London. A dissatisfied faction was inevitable. At this point, it was a waiting game until Yasuke and Miaya fixed their “Despair” program… Did it truly matter if they accepted?

“I’ll run it by everyone.” Togami replied airily. He raised his head slightly as he peered at Munakata arrogantly. “Would you object to Ultimate Despair having a small meeting to vote on it? Place whatever restrictions you see fit, if it helps you sleep better.”

For Togami, this would be the only topic of discussion at the meeting; anyone else could take up their grievances with the Future Foundation for all he cared.

Munakata tapped his knuckle rhythmically as he mulled it over.

“… Guards will be stationed at all the exits, of course. But we will let you speak privately… for five minutes.” Munakata knew he was taking a real gamble here, but if this opened up doorways for cooperation between the Future Foundation and Ultimate Despair… If this allowed for any chance for Ultimate Despair to open up, and allow the Future Foundation to help them recover … Then Munakata was taking that gamble.

He would believe in the people they once were. Despair had claimed their minds and bodies, but Junko Enoshima was dead – the worst of the storm was over, and now the dark clouds could recede beyond the horizon. Damage could be repaired, even if they wouldn’t be exactly the same people they were prior to Despair.

~*~

Once the last of them trickled in and sat around the rectangular table, with Byakuya and Kyoko sitting at the heads of the table opposite each other, Leon broke the silence as the door closed behind Sakura.

“I know this is the first time we’ve gathered in a while, but anyone care to explain why he’s here?” The baseball player jabbed a thumb behind his back, towards Kamukura, who was leaning against the wall and looking as bored of everything as ever.

Hagakure blinked before pointing in outrage at Kamukura as well.

“Hey, yeah…! He’s not one of us!”

Kyoko crossed her arms and momentarily looked over at Hope’s Peak’s “grand” experiment before turning her attention back to everyone else.

“Izuru Kamukura comes and goes as he pleases. Let’s just cut to the chase and go over the proposition Togami was given; I agree that it takes precedence over everything else.”

Togami snorted.

“So you heard it, did you?” The heir was hardly surprised. The detective made it no great secret that she clearly and strongly disagreed with his decisions, as of late.

“P-Proposition…?” Yamada trailed off nervously, biting his fingernails.

“You were in the middle of a cafeteria with everyone present…” Kyoko tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “And personally, I am absolutely opposed. Regardless of the outcome of this meeting, I will not be going. Fraternizing with the enemy serves no point in this instance, and is simply frivolous. I predict none of us would be interested in taking up this offer, because it is ridiculous.”

Togami crossed his arms to mirror the stubborn Kirigiri.

“You’re opposed, no matter what? That’s fine. I had a hunch you would be. This meeting is for everyone, not just for you.” He coldly dismissed her out of hand, and disregarded the frosty glare she sent him in return.

Celes, who had remained quiet up until now, twirled a lock of hair around her finger idly.

“Togami, please do explain for the rest of the class, otherwise our five minutes will be up before you two finish your tete-tete and this meeting will have been worthless.”

“Very well…” Togami humphed before proceeding to lay it all out for everyone. Despite Kirigiri’s confidence that everyone would be united against the proposition, it appeared, for once, Togami had a better grasp on their organization’s personnel than Kirigiri did. A fact that he did not let go unacknowledged by the detective as he gave her a triumphant smirk, which she bitterly disregarded in favor of directing a silent communication with Celes.

“You’re not shitting me, right?!” Mondo had been the first one to speak up after Togami’s explanation. “They’re really gonna let us out of our rooms at night?!”

“Sounds like it’s a one-time deal…” Leon frowned before breaking into a wide grin and rubbing the back of his head. “But that’s still awesome…! Seriously sucks to be in those cabins for hours, nothin’ to do…”

“It sounds like we won’t have the same freedom that we do during the day, however…” Sakura mused, closing her eyes and crossing her arms, deep in thought.

“Plus, sounds like they’re gonna try to be buddy-buddy with us!” Asahina whined. Loudly.

“It doesn’t mean we have to be friendly with them in turn…” Fujisaki mused, tapping his chin with a frown. Mondo grinned and gave the programmer a thumb’s-up.

“Damn straight, kid! I’m just doin’ this to stretch my legs! The Future Foundation can fuck off!”

“I wonder if they’re gonna let us get drunk…” Hagakure cupped his chin shrewdly, to which Celes scoffed.

“I highly doubt there will be any alcohol… They are naïve in extending a hand of friendship, but they are not morons.” Even she had to acknowledge that much.

“Wh-What do you think about this party, Miss Ludenberg?” Yamada nervously asked, to which the gambler began twirling a lock of hair around her finger again.

“… Like Kyoko said, it is frivolous, and serves no purpose.” Celes then interlocked her fingers under her chin. “But I would be lying if the thought of defeating them at cards or Mahjong did not amuse me…”

Togami narrowed his eyes at the gambler’s stance. He had his suspicions for why she was willing to come when Kyoko wasn’t going to, but he wasn’t going to call her out on it. Wagering a verbal war with Celes or Kyoko never ended well…

Genocide Jill cackled as spit flew out of her mouth in glee.

“Who knows?! Maybe they’ll need one or two more cooks in the kitchen, and I can slice them all up?!”

Everyone stared at the serial killer, unimpressed. As insane as she was, she had to know, on some level, that was never going to happen. Fujisaki was never allowed near computers. Asahina wasn’t allowed out in the ocean. And Genocide Jill was never allowed blades of any kind – including butter knives. They all wrote off her comment as “heat of the moment”…

“I, of course, shall ensure there is order during this gathering…!” Ishimaru raised a fist proudly. Kuwata groaned in annoyance, as did Hagakure.

“You’re supposed to get wasted at parties, not treat ‘em like field trips…!” Hagakure grumbled.

“Fuck off…” Kuwata groaned.

Togami noticed a few of them had yet to give their opinions… although, Kamukura was likely to stay silent in his corner.

“How about you two? Maizono? Ikusaba?” He raised his chin at them, prompting them to speak up.

Sayaka merely beamed at all the attention on her.

“Well… I think it’s a waste of time, but I’ll come if Hinata-kun is the one to watch me.”

A few felt their skin crawl at the idol’s condition for coming to the party… While they were all for cruel treatment of the members of the Future Foundation, Maizono took it to another level when she was around Hajime Hinata. They weren’t going to touch that topic with a thousand foot pole… How Maizono conducted her affairs was her own damn business.

“I’ll go.” Mukuro intoned quietly, to the surprise of some. What they all missed, however, was how her gaze was directed at Maizono when she said that.

“To conclude this meeting, let’s just have a show of hands to confirm who will be attending this party.” Togami blandly ordered. As he looked around the table, it was going about as he expected it would… Most of them wanted to go. Kirigiri seemed to be the only holdout. Even the recluse Fujisaki and the conditional Maizono were raising their hands…

For now, Ultimate Despair was “united.” Though that did make Togami wonder just how long that was going to last…

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botgalhs · 6 years ago

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Commission for @coolcat101s. Based on @pboperation ‘s BNHAstuck AU. Todoroki and Midoriya meet for the first time, and some misconceptions about romance are had.

Thank you so much for the commission, friend~

Todoroki sighed as he stepped through the portal which he had taken to get to his current location. After taking a quick stock of his surroundings, he started to examine them more closely. His face held its usual amount of blank stoniness, but inside his heart was pumping at about 100 miles per hour.

He was supposed to meet Midoriya, the human, for the first time ever in this place. And god if he wasn't so internally freaking out over the idea that he was going to utterly fuck this all up forever.

But no. He couldn't just let this opportunity slide. It was just talking to someone. No big deal, right? Just talk to him, act like a normal person. And everything would be absolutely fine. Just fine.

“Todoroki? Is that you?”

Oh god he was so screwed he was going to fuck up every single solitary particle of time of this interaction to the point that even a Prince would be impressed at how utterly he had annihilated every part of a moment spent on this vital first conversation.

He looked up to the sky, where the voice had come from, and there he was. Floating with the light of this planet's oddly non-deadly sun at his back and looking right down at him. Everything about him from the bright orange of his God Tier robes to his ethereally sparkling green eyes seemed to be lit up brighter than anything and everything around him.

Midoriya slowly descended to the ground, until they were standing right in front of one another.

Okay, this was it, Todoroki. There had been so much time and preparation and steeling of nerves in anticipation of this moment. Just say something! Anything! Get the conversation ball rolling!!!

“Hello yes, I'm Todoroki.” Aaaand that conversation ball went rolling for just the couple feet it had before it bounded off a cliff, into the deep and inescapable chasm known as complete and utter social failure. “I-I mean-!” he tried to backpedal desperately. “In response to your question earlier, what you just asked. I'm Todoroki,” he finally managed. “And you're... you're Midoriya.” A flush of color welled up in his cheeks, one faint red and one dark blue. He expected the other to, he didn't know, burst out laughing before maybe slapping him in the face? Something befitting how royally he'd just screwed this up. But, perhaps to even more his embarrassment, Midoriya just smiled at him warmly.

“Yeah, I am. It's nice to meet you in person at last, Todoroki... You look better in person than I thought you would.” Todoroki blinket at him, before it became Midoriya's turn to light up blushing. “Or-! I mean-! Not that I thought you were ugly when we were talking! I thought far from the truth with that! I meant it more as a compliment!” He was clearly panicking while trying to backpedal, the one wheel device he was doing so on veering out of control and quite possibly about to have a collision course with the conversation ball which was previously launched into the aether of awkward, and as much as internal Todoroki was craving to have a good old fashioned screaming session with the void over how much he had messed this up, he knew he had to do something to help calm him down. They had spoken through the chat client plenty of times previously, and he was about 90% sure that they had definitely been black flirting. So...

Taking a breath, he reached out a hand, and firmly pressed it to Midoriya's cheek in a solid pap.

“It's alright... you can relax.” Choice words coming from someone who felt like his heart was about to explode at any moment himself.

Midoriya immediately looked at him, the expression on his face more startled or confused than anything else. For a moment Todoroki felt a stab of fear that his bold advance was being rejected on the spot. Was he being too brazen? Had he misread the signals about what quadrant they had been speaking in?!

Thankfully, much to his relief, Midoriya ended up smiling sheepishly in the end, and he put a hand over Todoroki's.

“Yeah, you're right. Sorry, I don't know why I'm getting so worked up over this... I guess it's just sort of nerve wracking, meeting you for the first time like this... I've really been looking forward to it, but I wasn't really sure what to do about it all...” Internally, Todoroki breathed a sigh of relief. Oh good, he hadn't misread the signals. He was accepting his pap, and was even starting to share his feelings with him right there over it. A bit too brazen for him, personally. But then, he was the one who had started with a pap not ten minutes after they met in person, so he was really one to talk. It was nice, too. The warm, comforted smile that Midoriya was giving him...

Worried he would make it too awkward if it went on for too long, he pulled his hand away from Midoriya's cheek, holding it in his other one. Thank goodness he'd had one brief moment of thought to use his right hand instead of his left. He imagined a shock of cold from his left hand on the first pap would not a good first pale impression make.

“So... would you maybe like to go back to my place? Maybe we can relax a bit?” Todoroki started at Midoriya's sudden suggestion, but couldn't find it in him to refuse. He had come over to visit him on his planet, after all. This was his gracious host of the day, he may as well follow along behind him wherever he may lead.

“... Sure. Sounds good.” Midoriya smiled at him (another one of those bright smiles so much more like the gentle suns of this planet than the flesh-boiling sun of Alternia), and Todoroki felt his blood pusher beat against the inside of his chest.

May whatever powers out there in Paradox Space watching him grant him strength.

–

Todoroki looked around nervously, arms just about locked to his sides. When Midoriya had invited him over, he hadn't exactly expected to be immediately brought into his respite block. Not that it wasn't nice, it was just... fast.

Okay, maybe all the strange posters of some large, muscular adult man with a grin that stretched from ear to ear was more than a bit strange, but who was he to judge? He didn't know this adult. Maybe he was his... ancestor or something? (If that was truly the case then holy shit this guy was going to grow to be huge when they got to that age.) Other than that, seemed an... interesting room, anyway. No recuperacoon, just a large flat looking surface covered in snuggleplanes. A desk with a chair on it. And a couple of splaysacks colored in red white and blue in front of a pile of stuffed toys that looked much the same as each other. (He had studiously avoided staring at the pile for too long.)

At present, the both of them were seated on said splaysacks, sunk back into the oddly comforting yet strange texture of the bags. (Not quite the sort of splaysacks he was familiar with, felt like they were more full of tiny round balls instead of the usual sopor slime, but not bad all the same.) Midoriya had also provided a few human snacks, which were spread out on the floor between the two of them. They had gotten through the usual chatter about how he had a nice hive (humans called it a 'house', apparently) and complimenting his food. All the usuals.

Now, though, it was just... very very awkward.

This was supposed to be their first meeting (maybe a date???), and already they had run out of things to talk about. Not good. He had to try and fix this situation, and soon.

“So...” Midoriya spoke first, to his own relief. For all his thoughts about it, he legitimately had no idea what to say to break the ice. “... I know this is just our first time meeting each other and all,” he went on, “but have you ever... you know... done anything like this before?”

“...No,” he answered honestly. “I've never gone on a pale date before, so I'm really... not sure what we should be doing. I mean, I've read books and all, but... really not much else on the subject.” And not like romance novels would really do well in advising on how to pale date a human. Midoriya nodded understandingly, and he felt a weight lift from his chest. As long as he understood what he was trying to get at there.

“Oh yeah, I mean. This sort of stuff is... kind of not really the stuff you can study for. And that's coming from me,” Midoriya laughed. He had a nice laugh. Bright and cheerful. And very very genuine. The human tilted his head at him. “Something happy come to mind, Todoroki?” He hadn't even realized he was smiling until Midoriya mentioned it, but when he did,” he flustered immediately. “Oh, um... sort of? I was mostly just thinking about how you have a nice laugh-” his hand sprung up and slapped himself in the mouth, staring at him in terror. Oh fuck he was not supposed to say that aloud.

Midoriya blushed almost immediately, hands shifted nervously in his lap.

“Oh, um. I see...” God damn it, why did he have to say that?! He was so sure he had blown it with the pap, and now this was all happening for god's sake why- “Well, um... I think you have a really nice smile?” … Oh. Well, that was... unexpected. But not entirely unpleasant. Not at all. Neither was the hand that suddenly was put over his own. Okay yeah, this was happening right now, wasn't it? “And I think you're really smart, and I feel... relaxed, around you.” Wow, laying it on thick now. But then Midoriya had a tendency to ramble on chat, so this wasn't too strange- “And... I think you're really handsome.” Okay, what?

“Um... thanks?” Todoroki grimaced. This was sounding an awful lot like a red solicitation. Wait... was this? Shit, should he ask? Had he read the signs wrong? “Um... I think you look really nice, too, but... I'm sorry, did I read this wrong?” Midoriya's face turned confused, and he blinked.

“Read what wrong? What do you mean?”

“I mean... I thought that we were going more in a pale direction. But you seem like you might be going red? So, did I... Did I read this wrong? Did you flip red? Or was this always red for you?”

“... Red? Pale? What are you talking about?” Midoriya had withdrawn his hand, and looked more confused than ever. Todoroki opened his mouth, about to ask what in all of Paradox Space he meant that he didn't know... Then it hit him like a subjugglator smashing him in the face with a gigantic bloody juggling club.

Human. Midoriya was a human, not a Troll... And possibly didn't even have any quadrants. Had he ever asked that?... No. No of course he fucking hadn't.

“Oh my god, I am an idiot,” Todoroki bowed his head into his hands, pressing his palms against his eyes. Midoriya looked at him with mild alarm. “Of course you don't know what moirails are, or matesprits. God why did I think this was going well, I'm so stupid...” He groaned into his hands loudly, feeling (not for the first time since meeting this human) the press of hot and cool of his respective hands against his face for all of this. This was not going well in the absolute slightest and he was just embarrassing himself more and more by the minute.

“Well, yeah. I don't know anything about more-rails or mayte sprits, or anything like that,” Izuku admitted, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. “... But, I'm always up for learning about new things.” Todoroki looked up at him in shock, and all he saw was that kind, warm smile again. “Do you think you might be willing to teach me?” The Troll boy stared at the human, the silence around them thick, but hopeful, and at last, he smiled back.

“Well, moirails, pale romance, are represented by diamonds...”

#homestuck #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnhastuck #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #fic #my work #sfw #commission #commissions #tododeku

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stylinsonlibrary · 7 years ago

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SPIES & AGENTS FIC REC: fics where Harry, Louis, or both are a spy or agent of some sort.

Mr. & Mr. Tomlinson (6k)

Louis and Harry are married assassins/agents and they try to work it all out.

Into the Badlands (12k)

“007, need I remind you that this was meant to be a covert operation?” he snapped through the mic. He waved away one of his minions when he was approached, unwilling to suffer any sort of attention deficit that could possibly result in the near annihilation of a very small country by one of his very, very stupid double-oh agents.

“Q, you wound me,” came the cheery voice over the speakers, gunshots sounding in the background. “Of course I listen when you tell me what my missions are.”

“Covert, 007, covert. Shall I bring you a dictionary so that you may look up the definition of the bloody word covert?!” he nearly shrieked as another explosion rocked through monitor.

007 giggled. “You sound angry; have you been doing those relaxation exercises I showed you last time? They’ll do wonders for your elevated stress levels.”

Or Louis is Q. Harry is a double-oh agent who thinks that making knock-knock jokes around foreign embassy delegates mid-mission is a good idea.

Of Course, Mr. Styles (12k)

Harry's new babysitter is unlike the four before him.

Louis Tomlinson with the blue eyes takes Harry's shirts without asking, buys enough boxes of cereal to feed a battalion, calls him a beetle in arguments, forces Harry to watch Grease the Musical with him, and wants Oliver to drink more milk just to see him be the tallest in class

Harry feels guilty about asking for more. He doesn't know how to tell Louis to play blanket fort with him and Olly instead of staying out.

Uncovered (13k)

And if Harry lingered a little longer on those pictures, it was because he was a professional and he wanted to make sure the lighting was perfect. And if he stared at them until he had memorized every detail of the boy’s face from his sharp cheekbones to his fluffy hair and cute nose, he was just being thorough.

Louis has a rich dad who is the subject of Harry's first case at the MI6.

Shoot First, Fall in Love Later (14k)

“I’m gunna go wash this blood off me.” Harry declares before getting up and heading into the en-suite.

“Does he scare any of you?” Niall asks with a faux shiver.

“Adorable yet deadly,” Zayn laments before smiling at Niall, “J'adore ça.”

Niall snorts and Louis really wishes he knew French.

Or The one where Louis is a dick with feelings, Harry is sweet but secretly a bad ass, Niall loves everything to a point, Liam is a computer nerd, and Zayn speaks french when he's emotional.

How Many Secrets Can You Keep? (19k)

Being a spy meant always keeping your emotions in check. It looked and sounded good in theory, but in practice things like soulmates and trusted bonds of friendship got in the way. The real key to being a spy was keeping your emotions a secret.

Or: Harry and Louis are partners and agents for MI6, but their worlds are torn apart when Harry goes rogue.

You're the Bond to My Q (19k)

It was just another routine mission for "The Ghost." It should have been an easy one. No one was expecting it to go wrong.

No one imagined the after effects either.

Too good to be bad (24k)

“You’ll never guess who’s here,” Louis rushes out, knowing very well that this is not how it’s supposed to go.

“Louis, we should focus on the mission.”

“I know, but it’s Harry, Li.”

Liam falters for a second. “Training camp, sexual awakening Harry?”

Or: Two spies, one mission, zero things left in common between them.

Criminal Minds AU (series; 26k; 2 works)

Running in the Shadows (26k)

“Zayn was right,” Liam says. “Someone is searching for his asset, and they’ve got about a month’s head start on us.”

“And I assume this is where I come in?” Louis asks wryly.

“We don’t have a lot of information – Zayn did a very thorough job protecting him – but we think there are three strong contenders: a photographer, a baker, and a yoga instructor.”

“Seriously? Do we even know this bloke’s real name?”

Liam shoots Louis a small grin and shrugs. “Yeah, actually. The man you’re looking for? His name is Harry Styles.”

Louis is an MI6 agent, and Harry is...difficult to find.

Bullets In Our Hearts (27k)

Louis had always dreamed of working as an agent for the CIA and after going through training he had thought his dreams were coming true. Unfortunately, that’s not how it works. He’s stuck behind a desk, looking at computer screens, and giving directions to Harry Styles, a handsome field agent. When a mission goes bad and the CIA needs someone to send in that isn’t recognizable, Louis volunteers, ready to make his debut as a field agent. Suddenly he’s fighting bad guys and gaining the trust of the very person he’s not supposed to make contact with. And in the midst of it all, he’ll be shocked to the core by two double agents he’s more than familiar with, one of which he might just be in love with.

The Things You Hide (27k)

Louis has been an MI6 agent for four years. Now he wants out. Unfortunately, his superiors have other ideas. Their solution: a 'mission' in the Greek Islands, one that's more vacation than actual work.

Harry is an avid photographer who shows him around the area. He's open and carefree and everything that Louis wishes he could be.

Along the way they fall in love, and maybe Louis learns a little about love, a little about lies, and a whole lot the meaning of home.

we've got to get away from here (23k)

“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.

“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.

Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.

Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.

Calling An Audible (series; 36k; 2 works)

A self-indulgent spy AU in two parts.

my heart, in deadly rhythm (42k)

There exists somewhere a very, very small list containing the names of people who don’t want Louis Tomlinson dead. Harry Styles may or may not be one of those people.

(or a Spies!AU in which Liam is the Wade to Louis' Kim Possible, Zayn seduces people for intel, Niall is an expert at blowing things up, and Harry is more than a bit famous in his particular field... or infamous, actually. And Louis? Well, Louis just wishes people would quit trying so bloody hard to kill him all the time.)

I'll Throw Away My Faith (Just To Keep You Safe) (42k)

AU. Harry Styles is an MI6 agent on a mission to find out who’s planning on killing the Prime Minister. Louis Tomlinson is a wanted professional assassin, hired by the MI6 to kill whoever wants to kill the Prime Minister. Louis doesn’t do relationships but he does Harry. Featuring Niall as their handler, Liam as Harry’s boss and Zayn as his sidekick.

Where You Go, I Go (43k)

“Agent Cowell yelled, ‘Remember, lads this is a sacred relationship. Spies and their handlers must be closer than most spouses to survive.’ Which, like, that would be okay, except Harry was staring directly at the boy he fucked in the toilets at the club the night before.”

In which Harry and Louis are secret agent partners who probably shouldn’t fall in love.

The title’s a line from Skyfall, by Adele. The story, otherwise, has very little to do with Bond.

I Walk the Line (55k)

Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.

What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him? Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him.

never gonna dance again (55k)

Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?"

This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.

Louis surges forward.

Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

Psychic / FBI (series; 57k; 2 works)

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

somethin’ bout you (59k)

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

like real people do (64k)

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

Or, the sort-of Jessica Jones AU in which the dead stay where they belong, featuring Zayn as the high-powered lawyer with a hopeless crush on his assistant Liam, Niall as the constantly stoned but strangely insightful neighbor, Harry as Manhattan’s media darling, and Louis as the never-was hero who’s just trying to pick up the pieces.

Wanted Most (156k)

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him.

When Worlds Collide and Days are Dark (157k)

It's Harry's job to investigate and stop any threats to National and International security as MI6's top operative, which in this case, might just be Louis, over glorified Personal Assistant / Ministerial Diary Secretary to the Prime Minister, no matter how blue his eyes are or what his tight pants might do to Harry. With Harry as James Bond, Louis as his Bond Girl, Liam as M, Niall as Moneypenny, and Zayn as Q.

#larry stylinson #larry stylinson fic rec #larry fic rec #stylinsonlibrary #masterpost #crime #thriller #agent #spy

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sneakywitch-thief · 6 years ago

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Andromeda OC: Henri Ryder

So I finally got to playing Mass Effect: Andromeda. I dove into this game with the expectations of it being a turd of a game as the reviews said. I was convinced it would be horrible. EA Bad.

Nope.

While it’s got its flaws it’s fun as hell. Especially playing as Ryder, who I love nearly as much as I do Shep. I’ve only played female Ryder so far but it’s certainly been a good time. Looking forward to playing as a male next time around, though since I’m 100%-ing everything I’m definitely taking a break from this game! Things get, um, kind of repetitive after a while.

But I’m finding myself writing this post because my Ryder ended up becoming one of my favorite OC’s I’ve ever created. I’d write a fic to do her justice but I’ve already got a full plate. So I’m writing this instead.

Meet Henrietta “Henri” Ryder.

She’s adorable. And looks so dang young. Still losing that babyfat, almost. But those cute cheeks are scarred forever by her crushed helmet, to always remind her of the ultimate sacrifice of a father she had never really known. A horrible reminder as twisting as ugly as the Scourge, each and every time she looks in the mirror.

It had almost been her who had died... and perhaps it should have been.

Henri was a young and awkward grad student looking to gain her doctorate in xenoanthropology. Studied Prothean artifacts before her estranged father went and ruined her chances in achieving her dream. Or any, for that matter. So she joined up with the Andromeda Initiative as a sort of field science officer on the Pathfinder team.

Henri had not seen combat before Habitat 7. She wasn’t a peacekeeper -- she was a scientist and a scholar. Her twin Scott was the soldier, the beloved child of Alec. She still loved him dearly, but still felt lesser for having been born a Henrietta and not a Henry. Never really knowing Alec as Scott had.

She felt she was made Pathfinder simply because she was the only one around at Alec’s death. After all, it had been her fault he had died. And she was no soldier, no real explorer -- just a scholar. Of Protheans. She had likely only been admitted into the Pathfinder team in the first place due to her being the Pathfinder’s daughter.

All she had to defend herself against the kett was a pistol. She never strayed much from that, even as Pathfinder. And to stay true to this, I stuck with ONLY tech abilities and two pistols for the entirety of the game. Overload, Shield Drain, and my frisbee turret. Engineer 6, baby. (ended up being a bit OP, actually)

So with this initial handicap of sorts my game took a long, looooong time. In my opinion, and with all the wild goose-chasing and colonization you have to do all over the cluster without relays, the main questline of Andromeda alone would take months, if not years. Space is huge. And Rome wasn’t built in a day, so a colony on a hostile planet? Several? I tried to reflect that.

As the Initiative gained a better foothold in Andromeda over months of exploring and building, Henri started to grow in confidence in herself and her role as Pathfinder. She was good at it.

Or maybe it was just SAM who was good at it.

She grew her hair to hide the scar that reminded her of her failure, her guilt. She felt better for a time, keeping this from her mind. However, she still felt as though she was the cause of her family’s deaths -- and Scott’s coma -- and felt uneasy about herself. As if growing too comfortable would bring back ruin and tragedy back down upon her.

Her burning passion for discovery and science, as well as her know-how of foreign and alien cultures in defusing the Angara, enhanced her abilities as a successful pathfinder, though perhaps not the Pathfinder. Trailblazer, perhaps. Hopelessly lost person stumbling off a cliff and miraculously surviving, definitely. But still, she was surviving. They weren’t all dead yet, and the outposts built were, actually, thriving.

Enter Reyes Vidal.

To say Henri was swept off her feet was a vast understatement, as she had never really felt real affection before from anyone other than her mother and Scott, whom she had both lost. This shady smuggler in Kadara, he changed things.

He made her feel like someone worthwhile, not just as the human Pathfinder but as Henrietta Ryder. A lonely young woman in a galaxy full of horrors and terrors, it felt easy to be around him and to be herself instead of this bigger figure she had not the slightest idea how to be. She could be a young woman in love. With him, extinction and certain annihilation could be forgotten for a while. For fleeting moments, happiness.

Comfort.

He saw something in her that was beyond the Pathfinder, beyond SAM. Henri was there too, and he LIKED her. He knew and recognized that, and most shockingly to her, he actually wanted to be with her. Every instinct within her told her to run, he’s a thief, he’s a criminal. But she felt the same about him. They wanted to be people who mattered, and most of all, who mattered to one another.

It felt almost too good to be true when she gave herself wholly and heartily to him.

And what a charlatan he was. Lies. Manipulated into bringing Sloane to her ultimate death, Henri was too shocked to save her during this mockery of an honorable duel to save Sloane. The feeling of utter betrayal was crushing, and despite what he said, Henri knew she could never trust him again. He was a dishonorable man, a criminal, and for all she knew his feelings for her had all been a ruse to gain her trust.

Perhaps he was sincere, but to Henri, the idea of that made it all the more horrible. No matter what he said or what she told herself, she felt used.

She left him then as King of Kadara port, all that he had wanted. But she took her heart with her. In pieces, but out of Vidal’s hands before he could go and break it again.

Back on the Tempest, between FTL jumps, she lingered and ruminated on her failed romance with Reyes. Reyes, who despite her better judgement and sense of honor still very much liked. Gradually, these thoughts of betrayal and heartbreak turned on herself. Had she not been enough? No, she would never be enough. Alec deserved to be Pathfinder. Scott. Cora.

People even told her so, multiple times, directly to that scarred face of hers.

Literally anyone but her should be Pathfinder.

So Henri sheared off the hair that had made her feel good about herself. All that progress that had made her feel worthy, all that she felt had brought the heartbreak of Reyes upon her. Gone. She never got the facial reconstruction surgery urged for her by Lexi, who recognized the dangerous spiral Henri was going down.

But she needed to see that scar, let everyone see it, to remind her of all she wasn’t.

She threw everything into being a Pathfinder, running herself ragged for the sake of the Initiative. She gradually became more and more reckless in combat and exploring, almost with disregard to her own safety if it meant the completion of a mission or saving just one more civilian. (Her best friends Liam and Peebee were not good influences.)

She needed a victory after so much complete and utter failure at being someone.

However, her passion for alien culture and history earned herself a loyal friend and subject of study, Jaal Ama Darav. With Liam and Henri’s constant badgering, the three became thick as thieves. Then, to Henri, the unthinkable:

She attributed it to typical Angaran affection and blunt honesty; flowery words of politeness and friendliness, nothing more. Perhaps her interest in diplomatic relations and studying the Angara had been mistaken for romantic interest -- something that was not in Ryder’s particular set of skills. She didn’t want it to be.

So she distanced herself.

Hint not taken. Instead, he sent poems and e-mails, words of “I love you” and “dear one”, words that were to painful for her to ever hear again -- not after Mom, Dad, Scott... Reyes. People you love were people you lose.

It’s just culture clash, it’s just alien curiosity. Henri assured herself again that it ultimately meant nothing. At least, not until Havarl and the Roekaar. Jaal’s eagerness to show off his beloved new human friend to his turncoat siblings, his bravery to show down Aksuul with a gun held to his head -- perhaps there was more to learn about Jaal than about his species.

Jaal was more than just an Angaran ally, and to him, Henri was more than a human leader.

And so utterly enthralled with his human friend, or something more, Jaal brings her to meet his family. A huge family full of love and kindness and generosity. The likes of which Ryder has never known. She doesn’t know what to do in such a thoroughly alien situation. To be so readily accepted by strangers, in many more ways than one, to be known as Jaal’s “someone special”.

She’s overwhelmed. And Jaal brings her to his “tiny sanctuary” and opens up about himself, what he did as a child, stories of who he was. How she makes his heart sing, how he wants to be with her.

Henri doesn’t know what to do. She feels that Jaal is misguided, she’s an alien to him -- she’ll just end up destroying his loving family as she destroyed hers. She has to ruminate on it for some time, likely worrying Jaal terribly as he patiently waited for an answer.

Love could mean another Reyes, used for greater goals, but Jaal -- he wore his heart on his sleeve. And it was a good one. He was honorable, he was courageous, he was loving. Lies and trickery, those horrible things had belonged to Reyes weren’t anywhere in Jaal. And she felt now, realizing in his tiny sanctuary with this man who was just as curious and enthralled with her and she was about him, that he was safe -- no, that she felt safe around him. That she could.

So she said yes.

After acceptance by Jaal, her crew, even those at the Nexus who had doubted her -- Henri became a formidable and competent Pathfinder. Confident and strong. Literally forging her own path where there was none, damn all who stood against her. At this point she knew what she was doing.

While a peerless diplomat and cultural expert, she most certainly needed a few combat pointers. Still reckless and hopelessly inexperienced in a firefight, squadmates have to yank her down from an overly aggressive hover blast or pushing her reckless butt back into cover. Jaal and Drack admired her boundless courage, as thoroughly stupid as they admitted it might be.

Though Pathfinder and a brilliant scientific mind, she filled much more of an active support role in the squad than any sort of leadership role. She knew that she could never stand on her own as Pathfinder, something that she had been struggling with her entire time in Andromeda. But now she could accept that, that she didn’t have to stand on her own if she had a team, a family, to stand beside her.

And if I would have to pick a face claim for Henri, it would have to be the lovely and talented Alison Pill.

#sneaky speaks #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #andromeda #mea #my ryder #henri ryder #henri reference #my ocs #long post #long post under read more #long

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furashuban · 6 years ago

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Spectating

a fic for @lapidot-anniversary-week !

Prompt: Bob Appreciation

Words: 2.6K

Summary: While the Crystal Gems get ready to play baseball with Rubies from Homeworld, Peridot is overwhelmed to be watching her new roommate play alongside them

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14731098

Hardly anyone around the barn could calmly process about what just happened to them a moment ago…… THERE IT WAS, a roaming eye fresh from Homeworld, that seemed to have just came out of nowhere and putting everyone off guard as they tried retreating from it. But if it was not for Lapis’ immense strength to her water powers, then the barn, including Peridot and Steven, would have been wiped out tragically.

The roaming eye was worn-out in front of the gems as confusion filled the air. As for the blue gem, she showed no feeling of fright or worry after she partly destroyed the gem vessel. After all, she has dealt with way worse than just a red flying sphere. But she knew that one gem with scarce specialties would have no asset to handle such an encounter, and she turned around to catch that gem fleeing from the scene.

“Peridot…” she lightens her tone for the first time to the green gem, still able to frighten her when she turned. “Are you okay?”

She was waiting for a simple ‘yes’ or anything to confirm wellness. But all she received was a gesture that was so unfamiliar with her. “I KNEW SHE CARED!!!” the green gem exclaimed in her head. Peridot stared at her with her pupils amazingly enlarged, grinning and chuckling as if she had seen a miracle right before her eyes. No, wait…Lapis wasn’t that miracle, was she? The blue gem couldn’t help but feel confused yet pleasured to see her acquaintance like this. And all she could and wanted to do now was face away and blush like she never had before, trying to ignore that Peridot was still beaming at her.

But it wasn’t going to end this way. On the spur of the moment, a hatch from the roaming eye opened up and revealed a one-eyed Ruby. The Crystal Gems tried to react quickly and retreat to the barn, then eavesdropping on the unexpected visitors. Oh no, what was going on now? Wasn’t it enough that Lapis and Peridot had to get along for a whole morning, only to get their mood ruined by Homeworld? What a way to go down.

Peridot’s anxieties came back when she thought about being annihilated by the planet she rebelled on. As for Lapis, she was at a loss for thoughts and words when everything the green gem said about being a big deal was in fact true. “You really weren’t kidding.”

The small gem was scampering out of fear in being captured back to Yellow Diamond. Even hiding underneath a suffocating box was decreed as a way of avoiding. She needed comfort, but as Lapis sat and watched her terror, she wondered what on earth was she supposed to do. She has been a terrible ‘friend’ to Peridot all day and she knew that a new comer like her would be eccentric if she approached. Distressing as the situation was going, Steven and the others were there to help instead. And Garnet had already formed a plan. The gems that made Garnet unfused to reveal a Ruby and a Sapphire, and initiated a plan to blend in with the Homeworld gems. On the other side of the plan, it was “keep Peridot hidden.”

Lapis and Peridot’s bliss continued to lessen for a moment as they waited for the Homeworld gems to flee. The ocean gem stood still on one of the corners and went back to her impassive state. She overthought about her day so far, what life on Earth was like up to now. And if every day was going to be a messy and confusing escapade then she wanted to reconsider right away. The whole fiasco right now was not ending quickly than she hoped. So in the meantime, she was gawking at the anxious Peridot huddled with her other friends.

“How do they manage to live like this…?……How does she manage to live like this…?” her vision zooms in to the green gem. “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought you were.”

The Homeworld gems were staying, and Peridot became more fretful every minute. It wasn’t until an unexpected phase to the plan came to be;

Play Baseball.

Steven and Ruby came back elaborating on disguising as humans and keep hiding Peridot from harm’s way. It was hard to believe, but even Sapphire saw it as one of her outcomes. This could not possibly work, can it? But there was no turning back now if the Crystal Gems wanted Homeworld out of Earth in a flash. There still needed one more gem to make the baseball phase work, and Steven inquires the spare blue gem across the room for her participation. Lapis thought quickly about it…Well, she had nothing better to do anyway…

“This plan sucks.”

Now there was no time to waste. The Crystal Gems needed to give themselves convincing looks for local, baseball-playing humans. Ruby rushed back to the other rubies while Steven refereed what could be admissible for his friends. First, he scavenged around the barn’s inventory to look for clothes for himself. Pearl and Amethyst were fitting for outdoors, and Sapphire dressed preppy for her significant other outside to be appealed by. The half-gem was feeling optimistic and anxious through the first part of the plan. But then there was Lapis…

“Lapis, why haven’t you shapeshifted yet?”

The blue gem stared down at Steven intently. “Um…first of all, I don’t know what baseball is.” she states. “And I don’t know what people who play baseball look like.”

“I’m gonna explain how the game works when we get out, so don’t worry about it.” Steven assures. “And for the other thing…just dress in something that feels good when you’re outside.”

“I think my clothes right now feel good outside already, Steven.”

The quartz boy didn’t think he’d be coaching about style before the actual game. “I mean like, something you’d feel comfortable wearing while ‘running’.”

Lapis was getting mangled up with how this was supposed to work. She already felt comfortable sprinting with the dress she always wore. But then again, she was more of a flyer. Maybe it really was time to reassess her attire for once. “Hmm…Okay, I think I have an idea now.” She says. “But I don’t want anyone looking while I shapeshift....”

The blue gem walked elsewhere and concentrated on what she wanted to look like. Without a hassle, she flashed into blue light and then revealed her new attire based on what she could gather. “Huh, doesn’t feel that bad.” She says as she examines herself. Peridot was the closest gem to her and thought maybe she could give an opinion on if she looked silly or not. “Hey um, Peridot…” she calls and gently approaches her. “Do you think I look okay like this?”

The green gem glanced at her quickly and gasps astounded. “Oh…Lazuli, you look…uh…” she utters but tries not to choose the wrong words. Peridot observed the gem that she barely recognized was her new roommate for a moment. She felt her face flush but tried to resist showing the slightest blush on her cheeks. “Oh stars, she looks great…” she was thinking the more she stared at her. “…What was the word that I learned from Amethyst again…?”

Lapis tilted her head as she was awaiting a reply from the awestricken gem. “…hot.” She heard Peridot whisper.

“What was that?”

“I MEAN…Nothing.” The green gem flinched.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lapis says and leaves before letting Peridot say something else. “Thanks Peridot.”

The green gem was now isolated in the barn and kept herself busy by being the only crowd to watch the match off between the “Humans” and the “Rubies”. All the gems were surprisingly good in baseball, considering it was primitive to just swing a bat onto a ball and make it fly. No such games existed on Homeworld either. Now she and Lapis had a new reason to stay on Earth.

Speaking of which, the teams have switched positions and Lapis, or “Bob” for her human name, was first to swing the bat. The ocean gem continued to show no expression for the game and even Peridot could notice it from afar. “Us gems don’t feel tired though…” the green gem says. “It wouldn’t hurt to smile a little bit, Lazuli.” Lapis formed a stance to help her carry the bat and swing it. Then and there, Peridot’s eyes widened and blushed once more as she gazes on the amateur baseball player. There was something about her temporary form that made her want to…embrace her.

Most of the time spent was for Peridot to keep worrying about her capture. She could hardly focus on the game’s status from her pressure, but she was able to experience watching how well the gems could play baseball. All the exhilaration made her wish she could participate in the game too. Not only did it seem fun, but it would have been the perfect opportunity to improve her social skills with Lapis, who was SPECTACULAR in the game.

She played effortlessly yet skillfully. Some call it ‘natural talent’ from what Peridot was able to grasp in Camp Pining Hearts. One of the Rubies then swung her bat and launched the baseball flying into the air. As gravity pulled it back to the grass, Lapis landed on the ground and caught it safely with her glove.

Peridot couldn’t help herself now. “WOOOHOO!” a screech augmented in the barn. “YES, GO LAZULI!” she cheered on with a fist raised in the air. Forgetting about being vigilant from the enemy, she puts her hand back down to cover her mouth and goes back to silence.

Lapis got up and overheard the scream from the barn. She glances afar to see Peridot’s face watching over the game, but seemed to be looking more over at her. The green gem waved her hand rapidly and gave out two thumbs up The ocean gem even noticed a bright grin that she has been getting used to all day, and could not help but maybe laugh at her dork-ish behavior. “…I thought you didn’t want to be caught.” She utters flippantly, waving back at the green gem promptly. “Hey pass the ball already!” one of the Rubies exclaimed. Lapis flinched and threw it back to home base. “Oh, sorry.” She flushed. Hopefully Peridot would not distract her from this point on.

…Many innings later and the Human team were losing greatly. The green gem did not want to notice that fact, and all she knew what to focus on the players’ composition. She has seen the crystal gems in battle before. The baseball game seemed like it was showcasing a toned down version of their fighting styles. Henceforth, she could care less about cheering them on.

Lapis would come in batting the ball painlessly, or catching the ball when she is able to see it. “Aghh, I wish I could use my wings to reach the ball better.” She thought. “This clothing is the worse.”

She positioned her bat near Ruby’s glove, awaiting the ball to hit it on its fixed spot and amble to first base. She broke no sweat and had her hands tucked in her pockets as she carried on. “This is too easy.”

Suddenly, another brief noise came from the barn. She baulked and looked afar again, sighing to see a half of Peridot applauding and going back to retreating. “SHOW THEM WHO THEY’RE MESSING WITH, LAZULI!!” was what she heard. In both ways, she wanted her to stop but maybe keep going.

The Humans won the game after a strong homerun by Sapphire. Lapis took one out of the final winning score while the other blue gem took the second. Admittedly, she had fun interacting with everyone despite being discomforted before. And now she along with the Crystal gems awaited Sapphire to make it to Home base.

Ruby caught the short and blue gem in her arms as she impacted her after running. The result came to them fusing back to Garnet, and the Crystal Gems went from being on thin ice to compromise. The Homeworld Rubies were now furious and decided to fuse themselves into a simply bigger, scarier Ruby. The gems were huddle together and readied themselves for a fierce battle. But before anyone could lay a finger on each other, the last distraction from the barn was overheard and a frantic green gem came out of hiding.

Peridot felt a sense of heroism coursing through her when she attempted to save her friends. But embarrassingly, she was not the gem Homeworld was after. Instead it was her exhausting excuse for an ex-escort, Jasper, who just so happened to be shattered by now. ALL the gems were now in suspense, until Steven could take advantage of their short minds. The group of Rubies kissed their farewell to Earth and assumed the location of Neptune to find Jasper. The Crystal Gems watched their take off in the Roaming Eye for a brief moment, and headed back to the barn to rest. Lapis found Peridot walking on her side with a still anxious look.

“That was quite a brave thing you did back there, Peridot.” Lapis admits.

“Wow, thanks.” She replies grinning. “I mean, I’m not the new leader of the Crystal Gems for nothing, you know?”

Steven was overhearing the conversation and decides to interrupt. “Uh Peridot, you just became a Crystal Gem four days ago.”

Dusk was finally coming to be, and the Crystal Gems made it home to the temple after many weeks of work in the barn. Now it lies in the hands of two gems fresh from their old life, and Lapis could easily say that she’s had better days than this. The blue gem was ambling around the barn while she stretched and yawned once in a while. She went back to leaning back-first on one of the corners and shut her eyes closed. “I guess I can finally change back to my normal clothes now.” She says.

“No wait…!” Peridot exclaims and stirred Lapis. “You uh, you don’t have to if you want…”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m…just saying that look of yours is really good on you, that’s all.” Peridot was facing down and was already having her face turned dark green.

Lapis also found herself flushed at the green gem’s compliment. “Thanks.” She lightly says. “I guess I can keep it on for the night if that’s okay.”

“Certainly.”

Peridot walked closer to Lapis and sat down, the blue gem also joining her to be seated. “Were you also that good in playing baseball before?”

“No, that was my first time too. It wasn’t too hard to play.” She answered. “Oh and, thanks for cheering for me and Steven’s friends back there.”

“I was…mostly cheering for you, Lazuli.” She grins gawkily as her face burns to a darker shade even more, even tainting it to her roommate. “…I guess that’s kind of what happens when I watch Camp Pining Hearts all night long.”

“What is that exactly?”

Peridot’s mouth dropped and gasped heavily the moment she realized her first activity with her first roommate. “Oh my stars Lazuli, we have so much to talk about tonight!”

Lapis giggles. “One thing though; you can just call me “Lapis”.”

The two gems stood up and directed themselves to the second floor. “I guess I’ll call you “Lapis”…” the green gem thought.

#lapidot #lapidot anniversary week #steven univers #my works #lapis lazuli #peridot #fanfiction

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another-sonic-blog · 7 years ago

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ShadAmy Week 2018: Day 5&6: Pink&Black/ AU or CrossOver

ShadAmy Week 2018 Day 5&6: Pink and Black/AU or Crossover

Modern Amy & Shadow X Boom!Amy & Boom!Shadow Crossover

. . .

“Yes, whatever you say, Mr. grumpy”

“Just give me the Shattered Crystal Shards, pink hedgehog!”

“Come here and make me, black hedgehog!”

Amy and Shadow were in their typical fights of the day, ever since Shadow accepted to be part of ‘Team Sonic or Team Knuckles”.

“I cannot tell you that!”

“Then, I shall not give it to you!”

“You know what! I am this close to punching you in the face and just steal the crystals from you!”- Shadow got closer to Amy so close to fighting her.

“Bring it on you jerk!”

That’s when Amy and Shadow run towards each other, Amy taking out her hammer and Shadow in a kickboxing stand.

“HOLD UP!”

Sonic got in the middle of both, Amy and Shadow quickly stopped.

“Move out of my way Sonic, I want to kick her pink butt!”- Shadow quickly looked over to Amy and Amy was quick to snap.

“Yeah, move away so I can actually break those black legs of this!”

“Guys please calm down! Its only been five minutes since we all gather together!”- Tails stood up from his sit. Knuckles and Sticks watched from afar, the sight already familiar to them, so they weren’t amused at all by the scene.

“I have been helping you and your pathetic team save the world for a damn year! And I think this is enough. Be careful Rose, one of this days, those Crystals will disappear from your possessions!”- Shadow then, walked out of Tail’s house as he slammed the door.

Everyone fell silent, everyone got used to having Shadow around, it was a year after all... and for him to suddenly to just get out of the team seemed to unreal at the moment.

“Amy, can I talk to you for a sec?”- Sonic looked Amy, to which she nodded in answer. They both went out of the house and as Sonic closed the door behind them, he kept looking at Amy.

“Amy-”

“I know, I know! I was wrong”- Amy, looked down at her feet in disappointment.

“It been a year since Shadow join us, but you seem like you can’t trust him still”

“It's just, I don’t know...Every time I am near him, he gives me this weird feeling, I-I”

“I am not telling you that should give him the Crystals, they are yours after all but I am just telling you that should try and give him a chance. You might actually end up liking Shadow haha”- Sonic said, smiling at her.

“Oh, hell nah!...But, I do think you are right...I’ll go look for him”- Amy said as she began to walk away.

“Good luck, Ames!” . . .

Amy didn’t take long at finding Shadow. however, the bag that she was currently carrying behind her back contained all seven Crystals. He was at his usual place, the village nearby lake. This used to be Amy’s usual place as well, but as Shadow came to stay in the village, she stopped coming once in a while. It was either she was here first or Shadow. He was sitting in front of the lake, still thinking about his previous actions. Maybe he was the one doing wrong? Maybe he didn’t work hard enough to gain Amy’s trust?

“Hey, Shads!”-Amy patted on his back and Shadow quickly flinched at the touch. Amy was never friendly like that...at least not to him. Amy sat down next to him, looking at the moon.

“Shads?”- Shadow asked him, Amy had never called him Shads before. Only the rest of the gang.

“Look, Shadow... I know, we have problems but...I think is my fault for not trusting you. Its been a year and well, whatever happened with Lyric should stay in the past...its just that whenever I am near you, I don’t know I just feel weird and-”

“Are you confessing your love to me, Amy Rose?”- Shadow teased her.

“Only in your dreams blackie!”- Amy playfully punched him in the arm.

“Right back at you pinkie”- Shadow laughed a little, but he quickly stayed quiet as he wanted to keep his cool.

“Oh, actually I brought you this”- Amy showed him the bag she brought with her, and as he opened it, he was surprised to see all the shattered Crystal.

“Wait, why are-”

“You used them, make sure to give it back to me tho!”

“You don’t want to know what I am going to use them for?”

“If you don’t want to tell me, then I respect that...I trust you Shadow”- Amy smiled at him, and at that moment he felt glad Amy was with him.

“...I want to use this...to learn about my past”

“Uh?”

“Have you ever heard of alternate dimensions?”

“Um, yeah...but Shadow, what may happen in another dimension, doesn’t mean it will be the same as ours”- Amy didn’t want to disappoint Shadow, but at the moment it was for the better.

“I know, but...Its been so long since I stopped searching for my past... I just want to know...how is the other me doing? Does he know about his past? And if he does, how did that affect him? Was his past good? bad? Did he ever stop looking for that blonde girl I see in my dreams? Maybe, I can get some answers....”

“Shadow...lets do it!”

“What?”

“Let's travel to another dimension!”

“No, It might be dangerous, that's why I didn’t want to tell anyone! I don’t want anyone to be in danger because of me-”- Shadow realized at what he said and stopped himself from speaking up his mind.

“Oh, Shadow...I would hug you but I know you hate hugs” So, all of those times Amy didn’t want to hug him in ‘group hugs’ was because she knew he didn’t like hugs?

“But, just like I trust you, you have to trust me that I can take care of myself...so please let me go with you”

Shadow took a moment to think...and in the name of the Ancients, he hoped he was making the right decision.

“...fine, let's do this as quickly as possible...and let's not tell the other ones”

“Let's do this!”

Amy and Shadow placed the Crystals on the ground in circle form, they were soon in the middle of the circle made out of Crystals.

“Ok...Amy...hold my hand”- Shadow said, and Amy didn’t complain and she quickly did as he told. Shadow quickly flinch again, goosebumps going through his body... damn it, Amy.

“Oh, shredded Crystals... show me the way to the answers I want to find” The Crystals began to glow and move around them.

And then, they disappeared. . . .

“OUCH!”

“I thought this would be a pleasant ride, Shadow”

Amy and Shadow had landed in a beautiful landscape, a forest behind them, a cliff with an ocean view and a beautiful sunset in front of them.

“HEY, THAT’S MY MOTORCYCLE YOU ARE ON TOP OF!”

Shadow instantly recognized that voice, he didn’t know his answers will get this quick. Amy and Shadow both stood up as they landed on the not so stranger’s motorcycle.

“Amy, what are you doing here with that FAKER? We were supposed to have a date today”

Shadow then looked at Amy up and down, he got closer to her and smelled her scent.

“HEY, STAY AWAY FROM HER!”- The other Shadow said as he grabbed Amy by the hand and putting himself in front of her in other to protect her from himself.

“You are not my Amy”-Shadow then look at his motorcycle to make sure she was fine but....

“YOU IDIOT! YOU BROKE ONE MIRROR!”- Shadow said as he bent over her.

“I-AM-GOING-TO-KILL-”

“SHADOW!.....and friends?”

Shadow turned around to see his Amy coming closer to him and noticing both equal parts of them. They wanted to speak but before that, Amy interrupted.

“Are you names, Amy and Shadow?”

“Yes”- They both quickly responded a bit surprised at their simultaneously.

“Ok, before we start...Shadow will be Black and Amy will be Pink...and we will just keep our names... you know just so there’s no confusion”- Amy smiled, and they both just agreed, anyways they were used to calling each other ‘pinkie’ and blackie’, so this should be fine for them.

“Get out of our world before I destroy you for destroying my bike!”- Shadow threated Black.

“Shadow, it was just the mirror!”- Amy said to him, trying to calm him down.

“But you gave me this bike Amy, I wanted for her to stay the same way as you gave it to me...now I have to make changes”- Shadow pouted at her.

“Let's repair it together shall we?”

“Fine”

“Wait... are you guys...dating?”- Pink asked both of them as they watched them interact.

“Yes”

“What?!...Wow, we are actually in a parallel universe, aren’t we blackie?”- Pink teased him, laughing a little.

“Anyways...what are you both doing here?”- Shadow asked them.

“I need to know...about my past... I have no clue about it, and I thought maybe you could tell me something about this blonde girl that I keep seeing in my nightmares”- Black asked and Amy instantly looked at Shadow.

“Amy, could you take Pink to another place? I want to talk to Black for a second”

“Sure things Shads...come with me pink! Let’s talk about our boyfriends”- Amy said giggling. She also wanted to have some alone time for them and male all kinds of questions to her. As soon as Amy and Pink came out of Shadow’s sight, he signed and looked at the horizon in front of him.

“The blonde girl that you see in your dreams...her name is Maria... and she was murder by humans”

“Wh-att?”- Black was astonished, how can humans be so despicable?

“She was my only friend...you see, I was created by scientist in order to become the Ultimate Form, with my powers, I will bring world peace and create a better world overall, but world authorities were afraid of my powers, and they came here to kill me...but my friend Maria gave up her own life in order to save me...This is what happened to me, but that doesn’t mean that it happened to you”- Shadow wanted to conclude his story as quick as possible, even though he was over his past, it still hurt remembering Maria being killed in front of him.

“Why? Why didn’t you go after them? You should have taken revenge!”- Black almost yelled at him and Shadow looked at him.

“I was going to...I was going to annihilate the whole human race once and for all...but”

“But?”

“Someone reminded me Maria’s wish...her wish was to protect and save everyone from danger, that’s why I was created...after that, I wanted to forget everything forgets my past and star brand new”

“Isn’t that good?”- Black asked again.

“It's not bad that you want to move on from the pain...but it is wrong to forget people that have loved you and care for you”

“Who is that person who made you remember? Maybe I can find that person in my universe and that would-”

“You already know that person”- Shadow said interrupting him.

“...Amy?...Um, Pink?”

“Yes, and don’t act like you don’t like her, I see the way you protected her...the way you look at her...Its just like I do with my Amy”

“I won’t deny that...Amy, um I mean Pink...she was the main reason I joined Sonic and his gang...there’s something about her...that I really like...even though we fight most of the time...but I guess is just me trying to hide my attraction to her”

“And it took you to travel to another dimension to find that out? I don’t blame you, I realized I loved Amy after Sonic took me to a club, made me drink and after passing out, he tricked me into believing I slept for 10 years”- Shadow added a bit of the spice and didn’t want to look ‘un-cooler’ in front of him.

“How would, I know she feels the same way as me?”- Black asked a bit shy about the topic.

“She traveled to another dimension, put her safety aside just for you...I think she likes you...but she doesn’t know it yet”

“Look...I don’t know if after what I told you, you still want and look for an answer to your past but one thing I am sure of...If Amy is with me in my present and my future...I can let go of my past and live again...I believe you should stay with her”

. . .

“So, how are things with Black?”- Amy asked Pink teasingly.

“Well...we are not dating”- Pink said blushing,

“Yet”

“What?”

“Shadow was quick to find out his feelings for me but...I took longer to realize that...Maybe you as well haven’t figure out your feelings towards him?”- Amy said they were already going back to Shadow and Black as they made their walk longer than expected and Amy didn’t want Pink to leave with giving her some answers with her current relationship with Black/Her Shadow.

“Well, ever since he joined ‘Team Sonic’ in my universe, we fought all the time... it wasn’t until a few hours ago, that I realize that it was my fault for not trusting him...is just that everytime I am with him, I don’t know.. I feel..weird and different”-Pink was quick to answer, what better advice she could get than from herself?

“That’s what I felt when I was around Shadow...It didn’t take long after that to realize that I was actually in love with him”- Amy teased him as she was telling her the truth.

“But...How do I know he feels the same for me?”- Pink asked a bit worried.

“He lets you come to another dimension with him in order to discover together about his past...I think he does like you, we may not have the same Shadow, but I don’t think any Shadow from any dimension would trust anyone that much to open up about his past.”

. . .

“Shadow! We are back!” Shadow and Black turned around to see Amy and Pink come together to the place they previously were.

“Just in time!”- Shadow said as he looked at Amy.

“Did you get the answer that you were looking for?”- Pink asked as she got closer to Black.

“Yeah, my answers were right here...all of this time”-Black looked straight into Pink’s eyes and she blushed knowing that her Shadow didn’t mean this place, but her.

“Well, sorry to interrupt but Amy and I have a motorcycle to repair”- Shadow said a bit annoyingly.

“Aww Shadow, remember we were like that when we first dated?”- Amy said as she intertwined her arm with his.

“No, when we first dated a blonde hedgehog was screaming at me and you instantly called me your boyfriend”

“It-it was to protect you!”

“Yeah, can you send us back already, with your um...Chaos Control, or something like that you were saying?”- Black said as he grabbed Pink’s hand.

“Alright...Chaos Control!”- Shadow pointed his hand towards the couple and a Chaos Energy surrounded them...and quickly they disappeared back into their dimension.

“Do you think they will be fine?”- Amy asked Shadow “I think they have a whole adventure ahead of them”- Shadow answer.

“Just like we do, don’t we?”

“Yes...but first I need to fix my bike!”

Amy giggled if she was with Shadow, she knew her adventures will never end, and she liked it that way.

. . .

A/N: Sooo I combined two days prompts due that I was already two days late for ShadAmy Week, so this ain't my best but I hope you still enjoy it! Ah, I just came up with good ShadAmyBoom! Story but I don’t think I will make it any time soon haha. See ya guys later!

~hani

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