#to a potential criminal hideout

[paradiseprincesss]

dangerous woman | jonathan crane

i'm sure everyone is familiar with the album cover of "dangerous woman" and what she's wearing on it. if you don't, then i feel like the outfit and nickname won't make sense in this fic !!!

summary: you've been stealing the scarecrow's fear toxin for months, and finally, he catches you red handed.

warnings: smut, p in v, bondage, rough sex, general adult content lol, MDNI 18+ only

word count: 3.1k

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you’d been stealing the scarecrow’s fear toxin for months now — and you knew it was only a matter of time before he found you. 

it was profitable, okay? you would steal his supply, leaving him empty handed, and selling it at a much higher price to the criminals of gotham city. easy money, light work. simply put, you were running him out of his own business. 

jonathan was growing increasingly more frustrated with this mysterious thief that was stealing his supply — it’d been months and yet he couldn’t catch the guy. “the guy” — yes, he thought perhaps this was the work of one of the many dangerous men in gotham. 

this type of organized, deliberate crime couldn’t possibly be done by a woman working all alone — wrong. he was so wrong. this was exactly the type of crime that would be committed by a woman such as yourself. he was a psychiatrist for crying out loud, shouldn’t it be in his job description to know personality types? 

jonathan had his goons working overtime, keeping a keen eye on the drug shipments, but it was no use — you were one step ahead of jonathan every time. jonathan was ready to snap his glasses in two at this point. for someone who was trained in human behavior and complex criminal psychology, you would think he would be able to detect a pattern by now. 

tonight, you had big plans — you were going to steal his toxin from his warehouse directly.

forget shipments and hideouts, this time you were going big or going home. it was all or nothing — and right now, you wanted it all. 

your fitted, latex, corset-esque bodysuit clung to your figure as did your matching, latex thigh-high pleasers. the cherry on the top was the black bunny ears you accessorized with.

sure, it was a little risque, even bordering on kinky, but hey — it screamed dangerous woman. it was like wearing a caution sign but in the best way.

something that said: “i bite.”

dressed in your usual attire, you head to his warehouse in the dead of night. you sacrificed a prolific amount of late nights to figure out the location of this warehouse, but it would all be worth it once you were drowning in piles of cash after profiting off of his toxin. 

you’d been watching him for months — you even knew where he lived. you knew his profession, his full legal name, where he grew up, what type of food he ordered the most when he got takeout…

but what can i say? you were dedicated to your job — your morally dubious and ethically questionable job, but still a job nonetheless!

you strategically checked every entrance point of his warehouse (which, by the way, took a total of two hours of driving and twenty minutes of walking in high heels to get to!), making sure that there were no cameras or potential threats waiting outside. once you decided it was safe, you went through the back door. 

how, you ask? well, it was simple — you had a key replicated ages ago when you’d first broken into his office back at arkham asylum. in fact, you had all of his keys replicated. you know, just in case. 

stop asking why — it was for personal reasons!

after sneaking into the warehouse, you flicked on the lights and started to rummage around immediately. you came here for one thing and one thing only; fear toxin — and lots of it. you looked up at the ceiling as if some higher power up above would answer your calls. please, you thought, show me what i'm looking for.

god was your witness that night — and your prayers were answered. 

…just not in the way you thought they’d be.

as you were bent over, half hidden behind a bunch of empty crates, you were digging through piles of miscellaneous items. you were locked and loaded, so very focused on the task at hand, that you didn’t hear the front door creaking open quietly. 

jonathan heard shuffling once he entered his warehouse, the lights being turned on clearly indicated someone was here. jonathan did not panic, however — he believed that the feeling of panic and anxiety was useless to the human body. how could he make rational decisions when his mind was filled with the what if’s?

he was certain that this time, he’d caught the thief that had been stealing his toxin red handed — finally. however, as he got closer to you, he realized that you were not at all what he was imagining you to be. as he inched closer and closer, he saw two little bunny ears peeking above some empty crates.

he silently made his way around the crates, only to be met with a sight that caused his jaw to drop slightly and his cheeks to turn pink. 

you were bent over in your latex bodysuit, on your knees, rummaging through a pile of random things and the best part? you were completely oblivious to the scarecrow standing directly behind you, watching you poke your ass out as the bunny ears on your head moved every time your head did.

jonathan cleared his throat, causing you to startle. you turned around as a small gasp left your lips. once you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes — they were so blue. he seemed to have noticed you staring though, as he raised a brow and gave you an opportunity to explain yourself silently.

“um,” you started a little nervously, “hey?”

you mentally face palmed yourself — all you could come up with was an “um, hey?” so much for being one step ahead all the time.

“that’s quite the costume you have on," jonathan said smoothly, looking at you through the frames of his glasses. “i assume you’re the one who’s been stealing my supply?” 

you stayed silent as he loomed over you — he was tall. very tall. he was still standing above you as you sat almost obediently on the cold, concrete floor of the warehouse. empty handed at that. 

“listen, bunny,” he continued, “do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me?” 

finally, you found your voice. “i do — that’s why i did it.” 

“is that right?” jonathan said, crouching down so that he was now at your level. you felt awfully immature; but it was kind of…exhilarating. to be in the presence of someone so dangerous, just like you. “you’re not what i was expecting.”

“what do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head to emphasize your question. his eyes darted to your black bunny ears, then back to your face. he didn't answer your question, but instead, he reached his hand out towards you. 

hesitantly, you took a hold of it as he helped you up. “do you always go around stealing what doesn’t belong to you in outfits so…promiscuous?” he asked, eyeing your body up and down shamelessly. 

“...i’ve never done anything like this before,” you admitted shyly, watching his eyes trail along every part of you. “i get off on the thrill, mostly.” 

jonathan almost choked when he heard your response — if he wasn’t so attracted to you, he would’ve sprayed an extra concentrated dose of fear toxin in your face. he was standing so close to you now that you could smell his cologne — montblanc, if you remembered correctly. 

“maybe we could work out a deal,” he suggested, his voice low and almost…sultry. “i won’t kill you or turn you into the feds — if you give me what’s mine.” 

a feeling of sheer panic surged through your veins; you’d already sold all the drugs you seized from him. it’s not like you just could get any of it back, and now your life was on the line.

“i-i already sold the drugs—”

“not that,” he reprimanded, eyeing you down hungrily, “i think you know where i'm going with this.”

you stared at him blankly for a moment before you felt your cheeks heat up at his insinuation. he didn’t want the drugs, no — he wanted you. according to jonathan, you were his now. 

i mean, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it? 

jonathan was not one to fall so easily, but once he laid his eyes on you, his heart stopped. a beautiful, young, witty woman who was also a thrill seeking, danger loving felon? you were just asking to be his. it didn’t help that you came dressed like you were a triple-x star, either.

“well, what’s it going to be, bunny?” he asked softly, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“what tough choices,” you pouted, looking up at him as you feigned distress, “i don't know what i'm going to do, jonathan.” 

he paused, his hand coming to grab your face gently. “how do you know my name?” he asked, his tone sharp. 

“i know everything about you — i've been watching you for months.” 

he was silent as his jaw clenched slightly. a tell that his calm, collected persona was about to crumble at any given moment — you had him where you wanted him. “i see,” he replied calmly, “i should have you admitted to arkham, really. something is very wrong inside of that pretty little head of yours.” 

you didn’t say anything back, but you bit your lip softly whilst looking into his impossibly blue eyes.

that, however, seemed to be the trigger that pushed jonathan over the edge, because suddenly, he had you pressed up against the cold cement walls of his warehouse. your ass was pressed up against the obvious tent in his pants as your face was met with the rough texture of the cement. 

“i’m going to test your limits,” he breathed, “a little experiment between you and i.” 

“i live for danger,” you mumbled against the wall, not letting up as he continued to threaten you. his threats were fuelling you, if anything — didn’t he hear you when you said that you got off on the thrill of things? 

“prove it, bunny,” he challenged, and you pushed away from the wall, grabbing him by the tie that hung loosely around his neck. 

holding onto it with an iron grip, you brought your lips awfully close to his as you whispered out to him. “take this off,” you instructed, “and tie me up.”

“rope bunny — i should have known.” he teased back, undoing his tie. 

roughly, he pulled your body back against his. your ass was flush against his bulge, and he bound your wrists up with his silky, red tie. “walk,” he commanded softly, guiding you into a whole separate room — a room with an old bed. 

he helped you sit on the edge of the bed before shutting the door completely, making his way back over to you. with your hands tied, you were limited in terms of mobility, but jonathan's hands were free — and he intended to make very good use of them. 

“latex,” he pointed out, reaching over to your bodysuit, “bold choice...but it looks good on you.” 

his comment caught you off guard — his tone was far too sweet for what was about to go down. his voice had you in a trance for a moment, but the feeling of him trying to maneuver your garment off of your body brought you back to reality. after a few moments of fumbling with the tight suit, he finally got you out of it. 

his lips were on yours in mere seconds, kissing you roughly as he squeezed the sides of your neck gently. he continued to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth as you both moaned into the steamy kiss. however, after a few minutes, he breathlessly pulled away and took a good look at the sight that was in front of him.

you were suddenly very aware of how exposed you were — it’s not like you wore a bra or any panties underneath your latex bodysuit. there’s nothing quite like the thrill of wearing nothing underneath to get your blood flowing…

he let out a heavy breath, looking slightly disheveled as he took in every inch of your perfect body. the way your tits sat up, the way your skin was slightly flushed, the way you were on display like an art piece at some french museum — you were a divinity.

not to mention those latex thigh-highs that you still had on — and the bunny ears, too. fuck, maybe he’d keep you like this. take a picture and frame it to really make a point of you being an art piece for his eyes only. 

suddenly, he harshly pushed you down and flipped you around on the bed so that your stomach was against the mattress.

he hoisted your hips upwards, putting you in a face down ass up position. the way he positioned you made how wet you were all the more obvious, your glistening cunt on display for him as he choked back a moan at just the sight of you this powerless.

you heard his pants being unzipped, along with the sound of his belt being undone, and his hard, thick cockhead was brushing up against your sticky folds. he pushed into your tight hole, making the both of you moan. his hands were suddenly reaching for your bound ones, gripping onto the tie as he started to fuck you mercilessly. 

“j-jon!” you squeaked out against the sheets as you felt his cock drilling into you at a brutal pace, sure to leave you sore for days to come. ��s-slow down, f–uck!”

“you can take it, bunny,” he assured you lowly, continuing to ram into your tight little hole. “you’re going to fucking. take. it.”

you let out a strangled moan, feeling his cock brush up against that spongy spot inside of you over and over again. it was only a matter of time before you were creaming his cock, the angle giving him access to the deepest parts of you. you were certain that at one point, you swore you’d felt him inside of your stomach with how deep and how forcibly he was fucking your cunt. 

“is this what you — fuck —  wanted, bunny?” he groaned, giving your ass a harsh smack with one hand as the other was still gripping the tie around your wrists. “you just needed to have your tight little pussy stretched by my thick fucking cock?” 

“y-yes, fuck yes!” you whined, “i need to be filled, j-jonathan please—”

“i know,” he cooed with faux sympathy, “you’re such a needy little bunny. you get a cock in your tight fucking cunt and suddenly you’re not so tough anymore, are you?” 

his words went straight to your core, rather than your head, soaking you even further and making his cock slip in and out of you with pure ease. he was slamming himself into your dripping cunt, fucking you raw as you took him so deep that you were full on screaming his name over and over again.

“j-jonathan, fuuuck!” you wailed, letting him ruin you entirely.

this wasn’t exactly how you planned the night to go, but it was better than you’d imagined. better than you’d hoped. you couldn’t dwell on the thought for very long though, because suddenly he was pulling out of you right before you were about to come, much to your displeasure.

you whined, causing him to scoff a laugh. he flipped you over to that you were looking at him now, in missionary, before he sunk back into you. you let out a bratty whine along with a pout. your hands were still tied so you couldn’t touch him — and you were getting desperate. 

“please!” you exasperated as he fucked you stupid, “let me t-touch you, oh my god—”

jonathan watched as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and finally, he decided you’d been good enough for a reward. he reached behind your back, still balls deep inside of your warm, wet hole, and quickly undid the knot around your wrists.

and as soon as your wrists were free — you were clawing at his back. 

“fuck,” jonathan groaned, feeling your hands pawing at him.

his hand suddenly reached down, playing with your clit as you mewled out incoherent babbles and pleas. he continued to press his fingers against your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to the edge once more as he plowed you. 

your cunt was dripping with your arousal, you’d never been so wet in your life. you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you were close to coming, and jonathan moaned as he felt your cunt flutter around his thick cock. “close?” he asked breathlessly, and you just nodded — unable to speak as your orgasm washed over you in a blur.

“thaaaat’s it,” he growled, “pretty baby.” 

you whined, looking to the side as you came down from your high, but he continued to ram himself deeper and deeper into your cunt. you reached for his biceps, clinging onto them for dear life as his cock stretched your walls right open. 

“i’m about to come, fuck!” he groaned. “should i come inside? i think i will — you like the thrill, right bunny?” 

before you could protest, he was spilling his warm, thick cum into your abused little cunt. you were on birth control but you hadn’t taken your pills in days — so you were going to have to figure this out later, after the reality of what could happen would set in. he was right though; you did love a good thrill. something to get your adrenaline pumping and your blood rushing. 

you were a fear addict, and he was the supplier of fear — you were freakishly perfect for each other in all the worst ways. 

after both his and your endorphin levels gradually calmed down, he pulled out and watched the mixture of his sticky, white cum and your arousal drip out of you.

“you know, i could use someone like you to help me distribute my toxin — i'd pay you more than whatever you're making now.” he said after a minute, and your head shot up.

of course — his version of pillowtalk was bringing up business. he seemed to read your thoughts unnervingly well though, because before you could say anything, he was talking once more.

“we’d make a good team, don’t you think? since you’re my girl now and all.” he teased.

“am i?” you teased back, placing a kiss on his plush lips. “hm, i don’t see the harm — i'm game if you are.”

“that’s my girl.” he said softly, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “i’m curious though, out of all the people in gotham — what made you want to steal from me?”

“what can i say?” you whispered, “somethin’ bout you makes me wanna do things that i shouldn’t.” 

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[scary-grace]

Enough to Go by (Chapter 14) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Chapter 14

When you agreed to be Tenko’s sidekick, playing for keeps this time, you made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t involve anyone else. You broke that promise almost immediately, but Kazuo made you break it, so you decided it doesn’t count. Your friends who were killed in the Kamino incident weren’t dragged into it by you specifically, but you’re still part of the reason they died, so you have to count them, too. Mitsuru’s stayed out of it by having a girlfriend and being too busy to notice whatever the hell you’re up to, and Yoshimi’s got enough to worry about with her illness. You never wanted your friends to get caught up in this. You thought you’d hidden it well enough to keep Mitsuko and Ryuhei safe, too.

Except now Ryuhei and Mitsuko have met Tenko, and they’ve become the League’s first ever sleeper agents. Every time the two of them show up at your apartment, for any reason, League-related or otherwise, you can’t help feeling like you’ve failed them. You feel like you’ve failed Tenko, too.

Tenko’s not here today. He’s been spending at least some time at the new hideout Overhaul provided in order to keep up appearances, and with Kurogiri on another mission, it’s harder to move people back and forth safely. Toga and Twice are embedded with the yakuza full-time, which means you haven’t heard from them other than a request from Toga to go thrifting and find her a new coat. It’s cold in the Hassaikai base. Compress is usually at the new hideout, too – now that he’s got his prosthetic, your services are no longer needed. The people who spend the most time at your apartment now are Dabi and Spinner. And your friends from before.

Dabi and Spinner aren’t here today, but your friends are supposed to be here at any moment, and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you hear the secret knock on the door – followed by an order to “let us in, you criminal”, which sort of defeats the purpose of a secret knock. You unlock the door and open it. They both push past you eagerly, only to pause, disappointed, when they realize your apartment is empty. “Come on,” Ryuhei complains. “I wanted to meet the rest of them.”

“Not even your weird boyfriend’s here? Lame,” Mitsuko agrees. “I wanted to give him this.”

She’s holding your high school yearbook. “Why?”

“So he can see all the bad haircuts he missed out on. This –” Mitsuko gestures at you “ – is the result of five years of my influence on your fashion sense. He owes me.”

“Yeah. I’ll be sure to let him know.” You’ll show Tenko the yearbook when hell freezes over. You shut the door. “Do you guys have questions about any of the stuff we talked about last time?”

“No. I don’t care that I’m not fighting,” Mitsuko says. “My quirk sucks for it.”

“Not if you fine-tuned it enough. If you could sense people’s intentions towards you really closely, you’d be able to tell their moves ahead of time,” Ryuhei says. “My quirk could be good for fighting, though. Is he sure he doesn’t want me fighting?”

“Yes,” you say. Tenko was impressed by Ryuhei’s quirk, but if Ryuhei gets captured, he’ll be a potential link to you, and Tenko’s still trying to keep you out of any suspicion. “For right now, anyway.”

“Fine,” Ryuhei says. He sits down on your couch with a thud, and Mitsuko grabs the armchair. You take the other end of the couch. “We got some stuff going. Inada’s been looking into the Hassaikai a little more –”

“We’ll get to that,” Mitsuko says. “Tell her our real idea.”

“Supply caches,” Ryuhei says. You blink. “Storage units aren’t that expensive. We could rent a bunch of different ones all around the country and fill them with stuff you guys need – like medical shit, food, supplies –”

“New information, if we’ve got any,” Mitsuko adds. “Phones aren’t safe. If they’re tracking where your signal is coming from, they’ll find it bouncing all over the place, and that’ll be suspicious from somebody who’s supposed to be in Yokohama.”

“Why wouldn’t I be in Yokohama?” you ask. Then it clicks. “Wait, you think I’m going to be with them?”

“Uh, yes.” Mitsuko and Ryuhei trade a glance. “At some point you have to, right? If you’re their medic, they need you to be with them wherever they are.”

“Kurogiri just comes to get me.”

“What if they need you and he’s not with them?” Ryuhei is giving you a weird look. “What happened with the one guy’s arm – it could have been bad if you weren’t there, right?”

It would have been. Nobody else in the League carries medical supplies, and without you to smooth the way at your clinic, Compress could have easily been reported to the police and arrested. “And it would make more sense for you to be with them,” Mitsuko continues. “Your boyfriend’s a lot more hinged when you’re around. If that’s what hinged looks like for him, I don’t even want to think about what he’s like on his own.”

Tenko’s more grounded when you’re around, or so you’ve heard from Spinner. He and Dabi don’t argue as much, and he’s apparently a lot less apathetic about things. But you’re still taken aback by what your friends are saying. The role they’re envisioning for themselves when it comes to helping the League is the role you’re playing right now, because they don’t expect you to play it for much longer. You hadn’t even thought of that. Are they right?

You’re not going to think about that right now. “I think supply caches are a great idea,” you say. “How many were you thinking?”

“That depends. How much money are we working with?”

Money’s not the only thing it depends on. It also depends on where the League is likely to be, and how easily they’ll be able to travel, and whether they’re more likely to be spotted in big cities with tons of surveillance or small towns where everyone knows everyone, and a whole lot of other questions. Mitsuko points out another benefit of you traveling with the League full-time; the cops still don’t know your face, which means you can move around freely even when the rest of the League can’t. The longer the three of you talk about it, the more it makes sense. You’re starting to wonder why Tenko hasn’t brought you with the League full-time already.

You’re in the middle of looking up storage units when the doorbell rings. The sound scares the hell out of you, like most unexpected sounds do these days, and you rocket to your feet. “Where are you going?” Ryuhei asks. “It’s probably just a delivery. Did you order something?”

You shake your head. “The others might have. They’ve done stuff like that before.”

Ryuhei accepts the explanation, but Mitsuko doesn’t. She follows you to the door. “I’m getting a weird feeling.”

“Like a feeling that the delivery guy is going to kill me?” you ask. Mitsuko shakes her head. “Then it’s fine. It’s easier if I just grab it now.”

You unlock the door and find yourself looking at a man holding a manila envelope. You can see your name written on it, along with your address, in neat but spidery handwriting. You hold out your hand for it. “Do I need to sign for this or something?”

“Nope. Just confirm your name and address.” The delivery guy holds the envelope just out of reach until you confirm both pieces of information. “Perfect. Here –”

He places the envelope in your hand, but once you’ve got it, his other hand comes up, and both enfold yours. The delivery guy is holding your hand, and in the split second before your mind registers just how weird this is, you find yourself feeling sick. Really sick. Dizzy. Nauseous. Another split second later, just as you’re thinking you should pull away, pain knifes through your skull. It’s not just weird. It’s a quirk.

A status effect quirk? You try to pull your hand away, but your arms feel like lead. Your voice comes out strange and slurred. “What –”

“Overhaul requires your presence,” the man says, and your stomach twists. “Come with me.”

“Fuck you.” A pair of arms wrap around your waist and yank you backwards into your apartment. Mitsuko pulls you away from the door and keeps pulling, even when your legs give out and she has to drag you. “Sasegawa, get your shit together!”

The man steps across the threshold into your apartment, dropping the envelope on the floor. “Thought you’d be alone in here. This is going to get messy.”

He reaches for you, but before he can make contact, Ryuhei hops the couch and gets between the two of you. The would-be kidnapper’s hand collides with Ryuhei’s face instead, and Ryuhei’s quirk activates. You’ve seen Ryuhei’s quirk at work before, but it always amazes you just how fast the rebound happens. The kidnapper’s got next to no resistance to his own quirk. Most people don’t. He throws up all over himself and the floor. He’s throwing up blood.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Ryuhei snaps. “What kind of quirk was that? Who is this guy?”

“Hassaikai,” you and Mitsuko both say at once. Mitsuko keeps talking. You’re too busy trying not to retch. “See how his eyes glow green? His quirk’s called Irradiate. It can paralyze people if he wants it to. Or it can kill.”

“So how the fuck did you miss it? You’re supposed to read intentions!”

“His intention was to kidnap her, not to hurt her or kill her! Hurting her is just a byproduct! My quirk doesn’t do what you think it does!” Mitsuko sounds as pissed as you’ve ever heard her. She shakes you. “If you’d just listened to me –”

“We have to do something about him.” You cut her off and gesture at the delivery guy, who’s now having a seizure just inside your doorway. “Emergency services. I have to call them.”

“You want to get him medical help? He just tried to kidnap you!”

“I need him to leave. And I don’t need the cops here.” You know the Hassaikai are under investigation. You’ve already come into contact with them once that the heroes know about. If you’re documented making contact with them again – “This guy is just a delivery guy. We don’t know what happened. When I opened the door and took the package, he started convulsing. That’s it.”

“And what about you? You look like hell,” Ryuhei shoots back. “You’re a nurse. Isn’t helping with shit like this your job?”

Shit. It is your job. If the cops come here, they’re going to ask why you’re not tending to the guy who tried to kidnap you. “One of you needs to call,” you say. You pull away from Mitsuko, fighting the urge to throw up, and head to the delivery guy, tilting him onto his side so he won’t aspirate if he starts vomiting again. “Now.”

While Mitsuko places the call, you try to remember what you know about radiation sickness. Not a lot. You seem to remember that the symptoms correspond to the dose, and that instant vomiting isn’t a good sign. Vomiting blood is never a good sign. But you got nauseous right away, even though you didn’t throw up. If this guy actually irradiated you, you’re in trouble, too. Did Mitsuko say his quirk was radiation, or just that it mimics the effects? You need to ask her, but she’s still on the phone, acting really panicked and hysterical to ensure that the EMTs get here fast. You’ll ask once she hangs up. In the meantime, you’ve got one hell of a headache and a guy having a seizure on your floor. You’re busy.

The EMTs don’t question your story when they arrive. They get the gang member off your floor and onto a stretcher, give you a bodily fluids cleanup kit to deal with the vomit, and book it. Ryuhei’s too squeamish to help you clean, but Mitsuko isn’t. The two of you work on taking the stain out of the carpet while Ryuhei opens the envelope the Hassaikai member brought with him. “I should be the one to open it,” he says when you protest. “If there’s a quirk in here it’ll bounce off of me.”

“Why would there be a quirk in an envelope?”

“Why would the Hassaikai send a delivery guy to kidnap you? These people are insane.” Ryuhei rips open the envelope. “No quirk. Just a letter. It’s – well, fuck. This is bad.”

“Don’t just say ‘this is bad’. Read it,” you say. It’s quiet for a few seconds. “Well?”

“It’s not addressed to you. It’s for Shigaraki,” Ryuhei says. Your stomach lurches. “I guess the guy was supposed to leave it here for Shigaraki to find after he kidnapped you. Overhaul’s saying he doesn’t trust Shigaraki to behave himself just for Toga’s and Twice’s sake – wait, are they hostages? – so he’s going to hang onto you, too. And – fuck, this guy is a freak.”

“Wait, let me see.” Mitsuko strips off her gloves and goes to investigate. You come over, too, but she shoos you back. A moment later, she swears. “We can’t let him see this.”

“See what?” You’re not done with the bodily fluids cleanup, but you peel off your gloves and step around Mitsuko. “He was going to kidnap me. I should get to –”

“You don’t want to,” Mitsuko snaps at you. You’ve never heard her take that tone before, and you’ve heard her get really harsh. Then, to Ryuhei: “We can’t let him see this. If he sees this – look, I’ve been around the yakuza before. I’ve seen some shit. This is fucked up even for them.”

“What is it?” you say, exasperated. You’ve met Overhaul. He creeped you out plenty in person. You doubt a letter could do the same thing.

“I think we should show him,” Ryuhei mumbles. “Let him see what he’s up against.”

Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket, and you pull it out to find a text from Tenko. We got him. We’re on our way over.

They got who? And why are they coming here? How are they coming here without Kurogiri? Are they really traveling through Yokohama on foot? They’re going to get caught. You can’t think straight. Your head hurts. “Mitsu, is that guy’s quirk actual radiation or just the symptoms?”

“Actual radiation.”

You might be screwed. The thought that your would-be kidnapper is even more screwed than you are isn’t much of a source of comfort. You put on a fresh set of gloves and go back to cleaning up the mess of guess-it’s-radioactive bloody vomit on the floor.

Tenko and the others don’t arrive until half an hour after you’re done cleaning, when you’ve switched clothes and showered off and you’re sprawled on the couch, reading the Wikipedia page on acute radiation sickness and trying to decide whether the continued urge to vomit is the result of anxiety or whatever dose of radiation you caught from the kidnapper. You hear the secret knock, but Ryuhei’s at the door before you can even get up from the couch. The door opens, and a moment later you hear Compress’s voice. “Who are you?”

“New ally. Who are you?”

“We don’t have time for this,” Tomura says impatiently. “Let us in.”

Ryuhei lets him in, and the rest of the League piles into the apartment after him. The entire rest of the League – Twice and Toga are back, looking extremely pleased with themselves, and everybody else looks like they’ve had a great day, too. “Overhaul’s fucked,” Tomura announces. “Turn on the TV. I bet they’re covering it.”

You switch on the TV, and everyone comes to settle around it. Twice plops down on the couch next to you, only to scramble up a moment later when Tomura comes over. Tomura’s not shy about being affectionate with you in front of the League. He pulls you against his side, not quite into his lap, and you lean against him, squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t want to tell him about the attempted kidnapping, and now you don’t have to. It’s a relief.

It turns out that the League’s revenge against Overhaul is just the final piece of Overhaul’s worst day ever. The heroes moved against him at last, destroying his headquarters and capturing his lieutenants, effectively destroying the Shie Hassaikai for good – and on top of that, Tomura, Dabi, Spinner, and Compress attacked the convoy that was transporting Overhaul to a villain-specific hospital. A hero’s dead. Two cops are badly injured. And Overhaul himself is now short both his arms, and his quirk.

“I was thinking,” Tomura says, “somebody who hates quirks shouldn’t have one of his own. We got revenge for Compress –”

“I took his arm myself,” Compress says proudly. Twice high-fives him. “And in revenge for Magne, we took everything else that mattered to him.”

“Those quirk-destroying bullets he had? Those are ours now,” Dabi says. “Smug bastard. He had it coming.”

“You have no idea,” Mitsuko mumbles. Dabi gives her a weird look.

“We messed with them during the heroes’ raid,” Toga sings out, grinning her sharp-toothed grin. “And I got to see Izuku! He’s so cute when he’s covered in blood. Ochako and Tsu were there, too! I wish I’d gotten to talk to them more – they’re so pretty –”

At least Toga likes the idea of having age-appropriate friends. She’s got a few screws loose already, but only hanging around with you and a bunch of older guys probably isn’t helping. On the TV, there’s another alert – something about a girl the heroes were trying to rescue from Overhaul, who’s since gone missing. “And on that note, Saintess,” Compress says over Twice’s crowing about just how badly they pissed off one of Overhaul’s lieutenants, “we have a present for you.”

He extracts one of his spheres from his pocket and uncompresses it on your coffee table to reveal a messily severed arm. Mitsuko yelps and recoils. “Wrong one,” Compress says hastily, and compresses it again. “This is for you.”

You have a bad feeling about it, and once he uncompresses the second sphere, you’re proven right. In place of the arm, there’s a tiny girl sprawled out on the table. She’s wearing a hospital gown, her arms and legs heavily bandaged. She has greyish-white hair, just like the girl in the picture on TV, and just like the girl in the picture, there’s a horn on the right side of her forehead. She’s also asleep, or maybe unconscious. There’s a hectic, fevered flush in her cheeks, and her breathing is rattling and uneven in a way that raises a whole host of red flags.

“This is Eri,” Twice says as you stare in horror. “Isn’t she cute?”

“She was the key to Overhaul’s plans,” Tomura says. “Her quirk’s Rewind. It activates when she touches someone, and it turns back the clock on their body, or parts of their body. Overhaul was using it in the deleter rounds to turn back quirk factors until they no longer exist.”

“He was being so gross with her,” Toga says. Her mirth from before is gone. “He kept cutting her and using his quirk to put her back together again. We could hear her crying if we went down to that level.”

“The heroes were trying to rescue her, but we nabbed her when their backs were turned,” Twice adds. “And we brought her back here! She should be with us, don’t you think?”

You can barely think. “Can she control it?” Mitsuko asks. “Like, is it active right now?”

“Maybe. Why?”

Mitsuko doesn’t answer. She grabs your hand away from your side, yanks it towards the coffee table, and slaps it down on top of the little girl’s hand. Your entire body jolts, and you struggle to pull free, but Mitsuko leaves your hand there for a second, two seconds, three. When Tomura grabs you and pulls you back, she lets you go. “What the hell was that?” Tomura demands.

Mitsuko doesn’t answer him. “I can Google shit just as well as you can,” she says to you. “Feel better?”

You do. Your headache’s completely gone, along with the nausea, and it’s easier to think – and now you get why she did it. The exposure to the little girl’s quirk Rewound you, past the point where you were exposed to the radiation quirk. You’re not irradiated any longer, which means that by bringing Eri back here, Compress and the others have saved you a lot of trouble. But they’ve also caused a problem. A really big problem. “We can’t keep her.”

The League stares at you. “Why not?” Spinner asks.

You’d expect that question from Tomura or Dabi. Not from Spinner, who lived at least adjacent to the real world until four months ago. “She’s a little kid,” you say. “Kids need stability. They need a roof over their heads and to know they’ll have food and a safe place to sleep every night. And if one of you is about to say that you didn’t have that and you turned out fine – no, you didn’t.”

Dabi snorts. “But she’s so cute,” Toga complains. “Look at her little cheeks. I just want to bite them!”

“No biting the kid. If you’re going to bite the kid we’re definitely not keeping her,” Tomura says. You can’t believe he’s still thinking it’s a good idea to keep her, and when he turns to look at you, you can see that nothing you’ve said has sunk in. “She could stay with you. It’s safe here.”

“No, it isn’t,” Ryuhei says, and you glare daggers at him. “Don’t. I’m not going to act like there wasn’t –”

Whatever he was going to say, it’s cut off when the girl on your coffee table startles awake. She pushes herself to seated with shaking arms, glancing left, then right. Her eyes are bright red, like Tomura’s, and as you watch, they begin to fill with tears. Her mouth is trembling, and so is her voice when she speaks. “Where’s Deku?”

“Oh, come on,” Tomura complains, and the girl cringes. “You want Midoriya? Really? I – hey!”

You’ve elbowed him into shutting up. The girl is curling in on herself, arms wrapping tight around her knees. “He was going to save me,” she whimpers. “Him and Lemillion and the man with the glasses –”

“They did save you. From Overhaul. Then we saved you from them!” Twice chirps. “It was no trouble. Say thank you!”

“Hey,” you warn. They brought Eri to you. It’s your job to help her. You turn to her and soften your voice. “Hey. It’s okay. You’re safe here. Nobody here is going to hurt you. I promise.”

She shakes her head. “Nobody here will hurt you,” you say again. You don’t even want to think about what it must have been like for this girl to live under Overhaul’s thumb, being tortured by him to manufacture the quirk-canceling bullets. “You aren’t in trouble. You’re not going to be in trouble, and even if you were, there’s nothing you could do that would make one of us hurt you. That’s not what we do.”

“Overhaul –”

“He’s gone,” Tomura says. Eri looks at him. “We got rid of him. I took his quirk away and left him for the heroes. He’s not coming back.”

“We’re not him,” Spinner adds. “He sucked.”

Eri’s shoulders relax slightly at that. Then her face crumples. “I want Deku.”

You preemptively elbow Tomura, then start strategizing. If you touch her, you might get rewound further than you want to be, so you need to find a different way to comfort her. You hand her a box of tissues first, pluck a few out to show her that it’s okay to take them, and get to your feet. “The rest of you, stay where you are,” you order. “I’ll be right back.”

Your apartment doesn’t exactly have kid stuff in it. You find a spare blanket in your hall closet and come back, unfolding it and settling it carefully around Eri’s shoulders. She’s picked up the tissue box, but instead of using it, she’s hugging it. At work, you keep a box of cheap stuffed animals to give to scared kids, for them to hold during their appointments and take with them when they leave. You don’t have any stuffed animals here, so maybe you can give her a pillow. Or –

You head to your room on autopilot, dig into the box of things you brought from your parents’ house, and come back. Tomura’s eyes go straight to the object you’re holding. You know he recognizes it. He wouldn’t be staring like that if he didn’t. “Is that –”

You nod and crouch back down next to the coffee table. “Eri,” you say, and she looks at you. You hold up the plush corgi Tenko gave you for your sixth birthday. “I’ll trade you for the tissue box. This is way more fun to hug than that is.”

Eri’s red eyes brighten ever so slightly, but she’s hesitant to reach for it. Maybe she thinks you’re going to take it away. You set it down on the table and push it towards her, making sure to pull your hand away so she knows you aren’t planning to snatch it back. You feel the smallest sense of relief when she drops the tissue box and grabs the plushie with both hands, hugging it tight against her chest. It’s really cute. Or it would be, if you didn’t know why this is happening to her. If you didn’t know why she’s in your apartment in the first place.

She peers at you from between the plushie’s ears. “Who are you?”

“I’m Saintess,” you say. You’ve never called yourself by your code name before. You feel twenty kinds of dumb. “It’s really nice to meet you. But I know it’s probably not comfortable to sit on the coffee table. How about you go sit in that chair –”

Dabi’s in it. Tomura glares at him until he moves, and Eri stumbles over to it, trailing the blanket and clutching the toy. “And get comfortable,” you tell her. She burrows into the blanket, watching all of you with enormous eyes. “Do you feel okay?”

“Cold,” she says. Chills, then. Probably a fever, too. “It hurts.”

All those bandages. You don’t want to know what’s underneath them. “Okay. I’m going to put on some gloves so it’ll be safe for me to touch you, and then I’ll take your temperature and check to make sure you’re okay. Is that all right with you? It’s okay if it’s not.”

Eri hesitates. “Will I feel better?”

“You won’t feel worse,” you say. She nods, and you go back to the hall closet for your first-aid kit.

You try to tune the others out as you tend to Eri, but you can’t quite make it stick. Dabi is asking Toga and Twice about which heroes they dealt with during the operation against the Hassaikai, Compress is raiding your kitchen, and Spinner is way into your personal space, wanting to know what’s going on with Eri. Tomura is, too, at first. You catch him watching you more than once, a weird look on his face. You know him well enough to know most of his expressions, and that one’s new. You wonder what it means.

Then, while you’re waiting for the thermometer you just put in Eri’s mouth to beep, you glance back to check on Tomura, and he’s gone. He’s over by the kitchen table instead. There’s an envelope in his hands.

No. No, no, no. You grab Ryuhei, order him to take the thermometer out when it beeps and memorize what it says, then race towards Tomura – but you’re way too late. The envelope and the letter inside it crumble to dust as you reach him, and when he looks up at you, his jaw is clenched so tightly that the tendons in his neck are standing out. “What happened?” he snarls.

“Lower your voice,” you beg. You don’t want him to scare Eri. “It’s not a big deal. Nothing bad happened. It’s just –”

“Don’t fucking lie,” Mitsuko says, coming up beside you. You don’t have to warn her to keep her voice down. “That yakuza bastard sent a hitman here to kidnap your girlfriend. It would have worked if Ryuhei hadn’t been here to give him a taste of his own quirk.”

“It’s fine,” you say. “The Hassaikai’s been dismantled, right? It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“They knew where you were,” Tomura says flatly. “When I find out who told them –”

“Nobody had to tell them.” The pieces are coming together in your head, slow and ugly. Overhaul saw the bandage on your hand at the warehouse. He’d have known that the League would need to seek help for Compress, and the free clinics are the only place where an injury like that won’t result in immediate police involvement. “A Hassaikai member showed up at my clinic. He asked about my hand.”

“Overhaul brought it up, too.” Tomura’s right hand lifts, clawing at his neck – lightly at first, then harder. “You – Inada – why did you use the kid’s quirk on her?”

“She got radiation poisoning. That’s the fucking hitman’s quirk.” Mitsuko ignores you when you tell her to shut up. “My guess is, Over-fuck knew he could fix whatever his hitman did when he got ahold of her. Him fixing it wasn’t an option. So I used the kid.”

“I owe you.” Tomura is still scratching, and now he’s focused on you. “They knew where you were. They’ve known since we made the alliance. It – fuck!”

“Hey, keep it down,” Spinner calls anxiously. “You’re scaring the kid.”

“Her temperature is 40 degrees,” Ryuhei adds.

Shit. “We need to table this,” you say to Tomura. His eyes flash. “That girl is really sick. It’s not safe for her to stay here, and I can’t help her the way she needs. She has to go to people who can help her.”

“The heroes? Fuck that.”

“She has to,” you say again. “They can help her. We can’t.”

“What makes you think they’ll do anything?” Tomura’s expression twists. One of his nails digs deep into the side of his neck and pulls up blood, and just like you did before, you cover his neck with your hand. “They won’t give a shit. They didn’t when it was – when –”

He breaks off. You wait, and he looks away. “Forget it.”

“They’re running her name and picture on the news,” Mitsuko says. “They care about what happens to her, and you all are in enough trouble without another kidnapping on your record. They’ll look for you twice as hard.”

Tomura’s fingernails scrape lightly across the back of your hand before his hand comes to rest over yours, index finger raised. “I’m not just dumping her on the street.”

“You won’t be,” you promise. “I’ll take her to the police station. I can say I found her wandering around –”

“So they’ll think we just dumped her on the street.”

“Or that she got away somehow. I don’t know.” You don’t have time for this. “Her fever’s high enough that she might not remember anything. If she does, she’ll remember we didn’t hurt her. That we took care of her while she was with us. She’ll know we aren’t him.”

Tomura’s shoulders relax slightly. It matters to him to be better than Overhaul. It matters to you, too. “Hang on,” Dabi says from where he’s leaning against the wall. “Maybe we shouldn’t send Saintess to drop the kid off. She’s had one run-in with the Hassaikai already, and the police already know about it. Her turning up with the kid is too big of a coincidence. Inada should be the one.”

“Two run-ins. Overhaul sent somebody here for her.” Tomura’s hand tightens around yours. “Her identity’s compromised. When we leave this time, she’s coming with us.”

Your stomach drops. “The kid trusts her,” Tomura continues. “And she’s a nurse. It’ll look like we left the kid by the clinic or something.”

“Why does it matter where we drop the kid off?”

“So we don’t end up looking worse than they do,” Tomura snaps. “What’s the point of revealing their hypocrisy if we just throw someone away?”

It’s quiet for a second. “Wait until nightfall, then,” Dabi says shortly. “So we can at least keep a lid on the number of people who see Saintess wandering around carrying a missing kid.”

“She’s sick,” Spinner says. “Doesn’t she need help as soon as possible?”

“Not if it gets us caught!”

You’re on Spinner’s team here. “What if Compress uses his quirk on me and Eri both? Then he can bring us near the police station, so we won’t have to walk as far and risk getting spotted. We won’t even show up on camera until we’re right there.”

“What kind of distance can you release your quirk from?” Tomura asks Compress, who shrugs. “If it’s far enough, you can give the sphere to Inada or Sasegawa to carry.”

That’s the plan they settle on, eventually. Compress will use his quirk on you and Eri, Mitsuko will carry you both to the police station and text when she’s there, and Compress will deactivate his quirk from a distance. Eri’s breathing is raspy. You need to hurry. You roll her up carefully in the blanket, making sure she doesn’t touch you. “The puppy,” she mumbles. “Can I keep him?”

“Of course,” you say. You were too old for it, and you don’t need a keepsake of Tenko when you have the real thing. “He’ll take good care of you as long as you take good care of him. Are you ready to go?”

She nods. You pick her up. Rolled in the blanket like this, she’s unwieldy but light. You turn to face Compress. “Okay, let’s do this. We –”

You get compressed mid-sentence, and the next thing you know, you’re standing in an alleyway a block and a half from the police station, face to face with Mitsuko. “Be careful,” she says. She looks pissed, and you’re not sure why. “Look, me and Ryuhei are activating the sleeper thing right after this, and you’re going with them. We’re not going to see each other for a while.”

Oh. “I’m going to miss you,” you tell her. Mitsuko laughs. “They still don’t know my face. We’ll see each other.”

“We’d better.”

“Keep an eye on Yoshimi for me,” you continue. “And Kazuo. I worry about them.”

“We all do,” Mitsuko says. “And now we have to worry about you, too.”

You feel a surge of guilt, one that melts into bemusement when Mitsuko leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. “Go on. I’ll see you around, Saintess.”

Saintess. That’s your name now, isn’t it? It’s the one everyone’s going to use. Mitsuko leaves the alley first, heading in one direction. You stand still and watch her go, watching a piece of the life you had before disappear around the corner. Then you adjust your grip on Eri and aim for the police station.

[sourpatchys]

Hi, I wanted to ask if it would be okay if you could do Dabi, Spinner and Shigaraki (separately) Helping their girlfriend’s Recovery after her surgery?😊 I love those boys they always bring me comfort🥹

(last year, I got both of my fallopian tubes removed because I didn’t want kids and wasn’t planning on having any at all whatsoever! and honestly best decision I ever made, because. I’m already dealing with stress and anxiety bad enough as it is!!!😱)

Hi!! Yes, of course I will! I’m happy to hear you got to make that decision, I definitely understand the want to do so haha

Notes: no real setting, I wanted reader to have a warm bed to sleep on, so this could be before the summer training arc or afterwards in a nice hideout! (potentially PLF era?)

A/n: just so that everyone can read, regardless of whether they want kids or not, I made the surgery in question a little vague! It can be whatever your heart desires

Guidelines Masterlist

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Tomura wasn’t really sure what to do with you.

He knew you were hurting and had to take it easy, and, honestly, he had no real issue with that— but everything else had him a little lost.

You slept more often than not, waking only to take your pain medication or to ask for a cool or hot compress— which of course he’d always get for you— even if he complained first.

And that’s really all it was. He took over as your caretaker, not even thinking twice about the decision. And why should he? You were someone he cared deeply about, and even if it showed a side of him to others that he didn’t necessarily want them to see— he was nothing if not adaptable.

He never went off on his own to get what he thought you needed, choosing instead to wait for your airy voice to mumble out a request. Though, he sat by your bedside, waiting for the next one to stumble out of your lips.

Getting food and water in you was difficult, the pain had made your hunger subside, and your sleepiness didn’t create many openings to help with potential dehydration, so he did bitch at you a few times to make you drink and nibble on a granola bar or some blended up soup.

Other than that it was quiet, tame and comfortable. At night he’d sleep beside you, making sure to put your medication and water bottle on your nightstand, allowing you to take the reins of your own fate while he slumbered— though— if he woke up every time he felt you shift— that was no one else’s concern.

Dabi was not the best caretaker. And by that I mean he basically took all free will away from you and completely took over, refusing to let your requests or opinions sway his decisions.

He’s well aquatinted with surgery and recovery, one doesn’t get to look the way he does and not understand the basics of both.

He made you drink when he felt it was appropriate, he would shove easily digestible food at you with such ease— as if it would be criminal for you not to take it.

He bitched at you the entire time,

“don’t do that”, “shut up”, “lay down.”

There was really no room for what you wanted. But really, all of your needs were met, and you felt better much quicker than you ever thought possible.

He made sure you took all of your medication, down to the last pill, regardless of how well you felt. He was both patient and not patient with you at all.

He stayed by your side the entire time— dressing you in silk pajamas as to not irritate your skin, fluffing your pillows when you weren’t looking, calling you names when you’d hurt yourself by moving around too much.

But the recovery was a success, and though it was agonizing, it really could’ve have gone any better.

Spinner was clueless.

He was at your every beck and call, fluffing your pillows, running around with every medical device he could get his hands on.

He was frantic, concerned and worried, with utterly no idea how to help you. He did try— oh boy did he try.

From the beginning of your bed rest until the end, he couldn’t keep still. Every groan that left your lips, every sigh, he was up and he was moving.

Your medicine was always distributed on time, sometimes even a little earlier than was necessary. You were stocked up with snacks, water and juices, and you were sure you had every pillow and blanket ever created.

He would cook for you, run his clawed hands up and down your scalp to sooty your aches and pains, he even got compress to put on a silly little magic show for you.

Anything to distract you— anything to make you laugh.

And while it was definitely overkill, and you were definitely more stressed about his well being than you were with your own— it made for a wonderful recovery.

You found yourself not worrying about weather or not you’d have to be out under again— because you knew that, above all else, you could laugh all the while.

[looptroupe]

HI GORGEOUS!!!!

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Foams at the mouth

I’m in the middle of writing up a whole HC post for someone asking about a highschool AU but I’m gonna take this opportunity to sidetrack the conversation towards something I’d love to genuinely see from the series… a HEAVY (film) noir lean. Think: Bogart, Framed, Gilda, Vertigo… probably pushing the era back 40’s, 50’s way (Maybe even some 30’s lean in there, if I could get away with it) instead of the general 60’s vibe Lupin has going for it.

I think there’s a TON of potential there. I mean, I’m aware something like this was pitched (and never picked up, sigh…) so there IS sentiment there, and the idea has been thought about, but instead of TWCFM’s ‘serious Lupin’ I’d love to see a true noir ‘serious Lupin’. I think you can put these characters into a serious setting without making them straight up evil, and I’ll be honest, I think it would be way more appealing than the stuff they’ve been releasing lately (besides Zero. I have to admit that I loved Zero).

I’d want the gang to actually feel like criminals, though. Cutting shady deals in illegal bars, Lupin running his mouth to big players about whatever new heist he has up his sleeve. I’d take them back to being Miyazaki-esque ‘living paycheck-to-paycheck’ rather than ‘insta-rich Lupin funding his hedonistic spirit’ because I think that would work better in this universe: Lupin is constantly getting them in hot shit with the big leagues because he can’t keep his mouth shut. Jigen has shot ten guys this week who have come knocking at their hideout’s door looking for trouble. Goemon’s sick of digging graves and is antsy to finally be who he dreams of being. Fujiko’s got her eyes on a bigger prize, like always.

Zenigata’s an underpaid beat-cop-turned-inspector who has been trying to climb the ranks for a long while. He’s ambitious, but a little too soft for his own good: he’s hopeful in a way that most of the guys in his squad aren’t, and that makes him the perfect candidate for when the commissioner has to shill a shitty 9-5 case on an unsuspecting worker. A file lands on his desk, and he flips through it with this eager fire, like he’s just been asked to take on the world, and Lupin and his gang smile up at him from the pages.

Lupin is a crook, he learns. Part-time petty thief, full-time smooth-talker: a man with a legacy to live up to and not a whole lot to show for it besides a reputation as a lady-killer and a particularly long unpaid tab at the seediest bar in town. His sticky fingers have landed him in more trouble than they’ve gotten him out of, and recent reports say that he’s managed to get under the skin of the most notorious once-criminal-now-film-director in town… the very criminal that underhandedly paid Zenigata’s boss to start an official investigation in the first place.

Jigen is a gun-for-hire. Babysitter, bodyguard, hitman… whatever you need, he’ll do, however begrudgingly. He’s not a guy you mess with: and his reputation is actually pretty good in criminal circles. He’s well-respected and well-liked. Or, he was, until the monkey-faced man at the bar implicated him in a crime he didn’t commit. Now, he’s babysitting without pay, and he’s starting to get a little sick of having to put bullets into the faces of old friends who decide his bounty is worth more than his loyalty. Figures.

Goemon’s a man slightly-less-out-of-time. A famous Japanese-American film star, he’s known world-over for starring in Samurai flicks alongside his leading lady, Fujiko Mine. The thing is, Goemon is classically trained in swordslinging, and when Lupin offers him an opportunity to be the very person he’s been portraying on screen, he’s more than happy to throw his reputation away. He never cared much for fame, anyway. There’s just this one little hitch: he’s enamoured with the sword he last used on set, and he won’t take no for an answer when he asks Lupin to retrieve it for him.

Fujiko has her eyes on a prize a little more exciting than Zantetsuken: the film empire she’s helped build herself. The tabloids can’t get enough of her, and she knows that a marriage to the most famous director the world has ever seen might just secure her a place in history. The thing is, the man she’s trying her best to seduce has stopped paying her attention since his beloved priceless-antique-turned-prop-sword went missing, and she’s determined to get it back for him. Because what would make him fall quicker? Ah, there’s just one catch: Lupin is kind of charming, and the life he’s living is… exciting. Tempting. Fujiko likes playing with fire, but she’s starting to get a little too close to this one particular flame. The heat has her cheeks burning… Or maybe that’s Goemon’s doing.

They’re a strange little bunch, the Lupin Gang. But man, do people have a habit of underestimating them. Zenigata included. Because what he thinks to be a simple case of theft soon turns into something more sinister as the layers of movie-magic veneer begin to peel away. Maybe Lupin was onto something, targeting this guy, and maybe this hotshot director isn’t quite as reformed as he says he is.

He went to court recently, after all. Say, how much did he pay the judge to overturn that guilty verdict? Zenigata would like that sum as a pay rise once this has all blown over. That, and some fresh smokes.

((Mmm someone should hop on board and help me develop this I think. Could be a fun little exercise on the side… if it’s up anyone’s alley >:) ))

[helluvaoutlaw]

The Devil's Advocate

After his wounds had finally healed, Striker found himself roaming the shadowed streets of Greed, each step a reminder of his recent defeat at the hands of Blitz.

Bruises, scratches, and burn marks adorned his battered frame, but despite his physical frailty, his resolve remained unbroken.

As a wanted criminal, he moved with caution, every alleyway a potential trap, every passerby a potential informant.

His fury burned hot within him, fueled by his loss to Blitz and his seething hatred for both him and the insidious clown, Fizzarolli. With each painful step towards his hideout, Striker vowed to reclaim his honor and settle the score, no matter the cost.

....No....

No, he needed to focus. And to keep his word. He told Keenie he wouldn't have done that.

Revenge was a sucker's game, after all. A waste of time and not at all good for business.

And besides, right now, he needed to lay low and finish healing, regain his energies and then train his skills to get even better.

[kanerallels]

five fun facts in a kanera western au?

Oooh fun one! Okay let's see what we've got here. There are so many potential options for a Kanera western au, so let's go with this one:

Kanan Jarrus is a part-time gun for hire, part time bartender, all time criminal who's avoiding the corrupt law. His current hideout of choice is Gorse, a mining town in the middle of nowhere that has nothing going on for it

Hera Syndulla is the daughter of a rich rancher who took off on her own, and is currently working with a group of free grazers going through Gorse. She also fights corruption in her free time. Lucky for her, there's plenty of that in Gorse, including Vidian, who wants to take over the mine here and take away the jobs of hundreds of miners

She and Kanan meet when she hires some crooks to do a job for her, things go south, and Kanan helps her out of the situation. They meet again at the bar where he works, and she convinces him to help her take down Vidian

Unfortunately, this only makes the price on both of their heads get bigger, so they take off after Vidian's been handled, travelling with Hera's free grazer team-- made up of Rex (a retired soldier), Zeb (a brawler who may have escaped from the Australia penal colony) and Sabine (teenage runaway who refuses to talk about her past)

While Hera originally only views Kanan as an ally and friend, more than a few late nights watching the cattle and the stars and talking start to convince her otherwise. And seeing his empathy in action when they help others doesn't hurt either

[miguelswifey04]

fucked out (spider noir x gn! reader x miguel o’ hara)

summary: in this universe spider noir and miguel o’hara work side by side but you one day your caught their eye and they can’t get enough of you…they’ll show you just how much they want you after a mission.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, anal sex , oral sex, threesome

In the dark, gritty streets of New York City, Spider-Man Noir and Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, found themselves allies in a battle against the city's criminal underworld. Both possessing unique spider-like abilities, they fought side by side, their skills complementing each other in their pursuit of justice.

As time went on, their camaraderie grew stronger, their respect and admiration for each other deepening. It wasn't long before their alliance took a more intimate turn, fueled by a shared understanding of the dangerous lives they led. They found solace in each other, a connection that went beyond the spandex suits they wore.

One night, as they patrolled the city, they came across a dangerous gang, cornering innocent civilians. Together, they swung into action, effectively taking down the criminals one by one. When the dust settled, they realized they weren't alone.

There, caught in the midst of the chaos, was the you, a fellow spider-powered hero. With your unique abilities and fierce determination, you had joined the fight, unknowingly catching the attention of both Noir and Miguel.

Intrigued, both Spider-Men approached you, their eyes filled with admiration for your skills and courage. They recognized a kindred spirit in you, someone who understood their dual nature and the sacrifices it entailed.

“Impressive moves, Y/N," Miguel commented with a smirk, his gaze locked on them. "You handled those criminals like a seasoned pro."

Noir nodded in agreement, his voice deep and gruff. "You've got potential, darling. You've got the instincts of a true hero. We could use someone like you on our team."

Your heart raced at the prospect, having admired both Spider-Men from afar. "I'd be honored to fight alongside you," you replied, a certain fire burning in your eyes.

As your partnership grew, so did the bond between the three spider-powered heroes. You all trained together, honing your skills and pushing each other to new heights. But amidst the intense training sessions and thrilling battles, something unexpected happened—a deep and powerful attraction sparked between the three.

One night, the three of you found themselves alone in their secret hideout, their senses still heightened from their latest mission. The adrenaline pulsated through their veins, fueling the fire that burned between them. With a shared desire, they allowed their masks to fall, revealing their vulnerable and heated gazes.

Without hesitation, you stepped forward, capturing the attention of both Noir and Miguel. Their hands intertwined, their bodies drawn irrevocably closer, they embraced the allure that coursed through their veins. In a passionate and heated tangle, their lips crashed against each other's, tongues dancing in sync. The room filled with desperate moans and the sweet scent of desire. They both took their turns touching you and caressing you—listening to your pleas, being very obedient towards you. Noir had his mouth latched onto your breasts while Miguel buried his face in between your thighs, giving you those mind-blowing orgasms that just kept coming and coming. Noir’s cock plunged into your hole, stretching and filling you with each forceful thrust. His movements became fast and relentless, his hips meeting you with an urgency that bordered on primal. With every stroke, he could feel you opening up, accommodating his size and yearning for more.

Meanwhile, Miguel’s grip on your hips tightened as he delved into your tight ass. The sensation was exquisite, every inch of him enveloped in the slick tightness. He set a steady, relentless pace, his cock stretching you to your limits and beyond. The burn of pleasure mingled with the delicious friction, the intense sensation driving you further into a state of euphoria. You were so fucked out of your mind that your ears started ringing and your vision was blurring. Noir praised you making you feel beautiful while Miguel degraded you making you feel like a slut for him—how you’re getting both of your holes fucked, being so fucking greedy.

Your cries filled the room, your voice a symphony of pleasure and need. The combination of Noir’s penetrative force and Miguel’s unyielding grip pushed you closer to your ultimate desire, your bodies pulsing with a throbbing ache for satisfaction.

As the trio continued their passionate dance, they could sense your body giving way to the relentless pleasure. Your walls trembled, your senses heightened by the stretch and depth they craved. Each thrust brought them closer to the pinnacle of pleasure, their bodies becoming a conduit of desire and longing.

The three of you explored each other with fevered intensity, your bodies moving in a dance of pleasure. Hands roamed, skin heated beneath skilled caresses, and the air was thick with the scent of arousal. The weight of your combined power and desire enveloped them, each touch and kiss unlocking a new level of ecstasy.

Noir and Miguel admired the sight before them, intoxicated by the pleasure they had brought to you. The sight of you trembling, your body glistening with sweat and cum, made them feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. They exchanged glances, sharing a wordless understanding of the pleasure they had just shared.

With gentle care, they helped you ease down from the height of your climax. Their touches were tender, their hands caressing your body, soothing them with comforting gestures. The room was filled with a lingering warmth, a tangible sensation of their shared intimacy. The air was filled with a mix of scents: the musk of sex, the sweet sweat, and the lingering aroma of their passion. It was a scent that reminded them of the pleasure they had shared, a memory etched into their senses.

———

a/n: i need to be put down 😀

🏷️: @refridgerators @sabcandoit @kairiscorner @alliwriteistrash

[chr0macide]

Encounter

more magdalena stuff, this happens soon after she flees the villain base

debated whether I should post this or not because its edgier than what i usually write, she runs into Larry and bad stuff happens

TW graphic descriptions of pain and injury

this is ~2400 words divided into 2 chapters. the second one is tiny but i thought i ought to include it, because I feel like Larry came off as more of an asshole in chapter 1 than I intend for him to be oops

Chapter I – Found You

The forest floor squelched under the Engineer’s boots as she meandered through the trees. The rainstorm had passed, though not before turning the ground into a slurry of soil and soggy leaves. Her toolbox felt heavier in her hand every second, but she didn’t reduce her brisk pace. She’d deemed it too dangerous to walk along the road or any of the main hiking trails. Who knows who might have been skulking around there. She wasn’t the only one who had fled the criminal hideout after Miss Gearwise’s defeat.

She came to a sudden halt and let her crowbar fall to the ground, clutching a spot on her abdomen instead. It felt like something sharp and jagged was slicing her from the inside. The Engineer’s eyes were screwed shut against the pain, but the discomfort was mercifully brief. She’d already felt something like that once before. The only explanation was the wind-up key affixed to her back. She knew complications might arise when she’d implored the Warden to use it on her, but this was starting to worry her. Nevertheless, there was nothing she could do about it now. She picked her crowbar up and carried on.

The girl had some idea of which way the inner city was in when she’d set out, but every part of the woods looked the same, not to mention how impossible it was to see through the thick morning fog. She was starting to lose her bearings as she searched for one of the lesser-known trails. Hopefully she wasn’t walking in a circle.

She breathed a sigh of relief. There it was: a dirt path in the grass, worn in by years of footsteps. She walked in the direction that she believed was correct. It wasn’t too long before she glimpsed something luminous through the mist, but her ashen skin prickled with unease. The edges of the woods were still a fair distance away, and this didn’t seem like the glow of a campfire or cabin.

The Engineer’s stomach dropped. She understood what she was looking at when the pair of lights shifted. The automaton’s hinges creaked as he tilted his head curiously. The girl dropped her toolbox, too petrified to think of running away while she still could.

“Mr. Clockturn?” she squeaked.

She trembled even more than usual as Larry’s towering figure emerged from the haze. The Engineer clutched her crowbar close to her body. Her fingers squeezed tighter and tighter around it until her nails broke skin and left red notches in her palms. Her mouth was dry. The machine came to a halt in front of her… then chuckled at her apparent dread.

“Why do you look so afraid?” he asked.

Why did she look so afraid? Anyone with two brain cells to rub together was afraid of Larry Clockturn, and the Engineer had slighted him personally. Fortunately for her, it didn’t appear that he realized who she was with her mask on and lab coat missing. She didn’t want to respond to his question—he might have recognized her voice—but it would have been suspicious if she remained mute.

“I-I wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here,” she stuttered, but she relaxed just a little bit. Larry’s hold on his crowbar was visibly lax. He wasn’t brandishing it at her. He hadn’t come out here searching for potential victims.

A hint of confusion intruded upon Larry’s amused smirk. “Neither was I.” Had he met this girl before? His eyes caught a flash of tarnished metal on the girl’s back as she turned and looked around nervously. He stepped around her for a better view. “You have a prototype key.”

The girl jumped when he spoke again. Larry was staring at her like he expected her to explain. “Y-Yes. I… um…” the Engineer trailed off as she debated how much she should tell him. “I had the Warden insert it for me. Though I don’t believe it’s working as it should be,” she confessed.

That was obvious. Her clothes hung loose from her gaunt frame. Her eyes were bloodshot and what little of her skin that Larry could see was pallid and waxy. “Well, you ought to brace yourself. The transmutation isn’t pleasant,” the automaton laughed coldly, gesturing at his own metallic exterior as he walked behind her, “and I doubt this thing’s defects will make it any easier on you.”

He ran a finger over her key as he spoke. The Engineer shivered and cringed away from the touch. Larry’s smile faded again. She was so familiar. Her identity was on the tip of his tongue. Larry stepped in front of her again, scrutinizing her with narrowed eyes. “Who are you?”

“I’m an indentured servant a-at the base,” the girl stammered, reluctant to divulge her name. “I-I mean, I was. I left during the infighting-”

Larry reached out and brushed her dark hair away from the left side of her mask.

Roses.

“Magdalena.”

She recoiled from his hand, but the automaton wrapped his fingers around her neck and hurled her into the mud before she had a chance to bolt. The impact knocked her mask askew. It slipped off of her face and onto the ground as the girl scrambled to stand up, but she didn’t even make it onto her hands and knees before Larry was upon her again, trapping her under his crushing weight.

“She made me do it!” Magdalena cried as she tried to wriggle out from underneath the automaton. “I never wanted any part of her experiments!”

Larry grabbed the back of her head in his enormous hand and shoved her face into the filth as he straddled her. “Is that so?” he hissed in her ear, all traces of pleasantry gone, replaced with malice and promises of pain. The disgraced crime lord remembered each and every one of his minutes in Mary’s laboratories all too well. He remembered the serrated edges of her tools as she cleaved him open, remembered the feeling of her cold hands on his coils and cogwheels and valves, remembered the scalding heat of the welding torch when she haphazardly repaired the wounds she’d wrought in him. And he remembered Magdalena standing next to her all the while with that same maddeningly vacant expression. It was so different from the way her haggard features were contorted with terror now. Larry liked that.

Magdalena’s squirming ceased when she felt Larry’s gloved hand close around her wind-up key. Nobody had tried to turn it before—she hadn’t had it for long—but she knew it wouldn’t induce any sort of enjoyable feeling. “Please don’t,” she whimpered.

Larry didn’t wrench her key around, but his jaws were parted slightly in morbid anticipation. The girl could feel the scorching heat seeping out of him. He wanted this to last. He adjusted his grip and turned it agonizingly slowly. Little by little.

Magdalena screamed.

Now she was thrashing even harder than before. She could feel the key’s roots twitching in dissent. It was like every nerve ending in her body was being torn out of her at once, but she could hardly even struggle with the automaton on top of her. “Please stop! I’m sorry! It hurts!”

Larry grinned.

Music to his ears.

“Oh, there’s no need to tell me that. I know what it feels like,” Larry snarled as he continued to wind her key towards the first checkpoint, but it wasn’t even midway there. His laughter dissipated after a moment, however. The automaton leaned in close. “On second thought… describe it to me,” he whispered, his voice thick with markedly false sympathy.

Describe it? Magdalena could scarcely think, let alone form words through her cries.

“Unless you’d rather die here,” Larry added when she didn’t answer. He tightened his grip on the back of her skull and pushed her face a little further into the mud.

Tears streamed down Magdalena’s face, mixing in with the murky rainwater, but fear compelled her to speak. “It feels like”—she had to scream again—“like my skin i-is being flayed,” she sobbed.

Larry had forced her key halfway around now. Magdalena convulsed. A few gears had already shown up embedded in her tissues since she’d left the base. It had been uncomfortable before, but now it was infinitely more excruciating as the toothed wheels unwillingly rotated backwards and carved bloody fissures along her innards.

Larry’s robotic eyes dilated appreciatively at her words. “Go on.”

“It—m-my-”

Her utterances dissolved into hysterical shrieks and supplications. Larry’s jaw clanked shut in annoyance. He grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her head away from the grime, drinking in the suffering on her face as he turned Magdalena’s key further still, but he released it right before it reached the point of no return. It snapped back to its original position. The way she writhed in agony beneath him was one of the most delightful sensations he’d felt in a long time, but his fun was over if the girl wasn’t going to contribute.

The automaton stood. Magdalena did not, still shuddering and gasping for air in the waterlogged dirt. Her lungs burned with every breath. There was a coppery taste in her mouth. Larry glared down at her, a disgusted sneer on his face.

“You sicken me,” he spat, delivering a kick to Magdalena’s side with his steel-toed shoe. She choked out a cry of pain. He didn’t put that much force into it, but after what she’d just gone through, it felt like someone was driving a blunted knife between her ribs.

Larry scoffed at the girl’s deplorable state and walked away without another word. She did not deserve an end to her misery, nor would it have been worth his effort.

Magdalena couldn’t move her head to look at him, but she heard his footsteps fading away. She tried shifting just a little bit, but her muscles howled at her in protest, so she simply lay there and listened to the leaves rustling above her gently. The girl let her eyelids close, thinking through her muddled ruminations that it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here forever. She lost track of how long she remained on the cold, indifferent earth. It might have been hours or mere minutes before she felt movement underneath her coat.

One of her diminutive mechanical insectoids squeezed out from under her. Magdalena was surprised it wasn’t crushed when Larry threw her to the ground. Then again, she had hardly any mass to crush it with, she thought as the bot crept over her. It paused behind her neck and scuttled over the side of her face.

Magdalena didn’t react.

It scratched at her skin with its pointy forelegs until she produced signs of life.

Magdalena groaned in weariness and irritation, but the sound came out as more of a croak. “That’s enough. I’m getting up,” she mumbled.

The android tumbled into the leaves as the Engineer hauled herself onto all fours. Every little motion sent another twinge of soreness through her limbs, but she had to get up. What if Larry wasn’t the only one lurking nearby? Magdalena clutched at the felled tree trunk next to her for leverage as she gingerly rose to her feet and slipped her coat off her shoulders to wring some of the water out.

Her insectoid’s legs flailed in the air for a few seconds before it righted itself. It crawled up her pants and into her overcoat as she put it back on. Magdalena staggered to where her mask had fallen. She didn’t have the energy to wipe the grime away before placing it back on her face. She grabbed the handle of her toolbox and picked it up, along with her crowbar. They felt even heavier than before.

Magdalena set her eyes on the dirt path and carried on.

Chapter II – Found Me…?

Larry took a small detour on his way back to the safehouse. He wasn’t quite ready to see the others again yet.

He nearly flung the rotting wooden door off its eroded hinges as he entered one of the abandoned homestead’s utility rooms. The bloodstained sheets and old clothing hanging from the shelves looked like silhouetted figures in the dark. The automaton’s eyes darted around frenetically. He kept thinking he’d seen movement at the edges of his vision, even though he knew he was alone. Alone.

The sound of his own gears whirring and rattling within him seemed so deafening all of a sudden. His footsteps thundered in his ears. His engine roared. Everything in this empty place was so loud, yet none of it did anything to drown out his feverish thoughts. He lifted his head and stared into the mirror at his rigid, unyielding faceplates. Smoky, acrid exhaust jetted from his vents, permeating the cramped space.

Cathartic.

She was only trying to survive. Mary would have turned her into another one of her projects.

So? Why would the life of a quivering pile of jaundiced flesh matter more than mine?

I know what it feels like. There was no need for that.

That bitch deserved it.

Didn’t she?

Of course she did. I should have kept going.

I—I-

Larry smashed his head against the mirror to silence his mind’s ramblings. The wall quaked. The glass shattered. The shards hit the floorboards noisily.

He kept his forehead against the remains of the looking glass for a moment, staring at the ground. A hundred glowing golden pinpricks watched him knowingly from the broken fragments. Larry tore himself away from the wall abruptly, staggering back as he shut his eyes and buried his face in his hands. His claws strained uselessly to dig into his impenetrable skin.

The automaton was as motionless as a statue for a few shallow breaths, but then he drew in a long breath of air and sighed. He removed his hat and brushed the slivers of broken glass away. His inner mechanisms decelerated. Larry laughed to himself as he looked down at the mess he’d made. Why had he gotten so worked up?

Larry redonned his hat. He stepped back into the frigid morning air and carried on.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Debating whether to make the criminally underexplored platonic dynamics polls into a tournament (with the top two or three from the Grace Field kids, Goldy Pond crew, Lambda/Paradise Hideout gang, and free-for-all rounds advancing to a final round).

I'm also taking suggestions for any of these, either in the reblogs or replies of this post, or as asks or in a DM. The requirement is a panel of the two characters interacting* in the manga or a piece of official Demizu art must be included in the suggestion, or in lieu of the picture itself, the chapter citation of where the panel is in the manga.

Notes: • One suggestion per person per poll on a first come, first serve basis. 11 options per poll, with #12 being "other." • Adam, Emma, Lucas, and Yuugo are eligible characters for the GP poll. • Lucas & Oliver, Yuugo & Emma, Yuugo & Ray, and Gillian & Nigel are ineligible dynamics for any of the polls. • Free-for-all is technically everything not covered in the three prior polls (e.g., Nigel & Yvette, Gilda & Violet, Pepe & Ray, etc. If there's enough interest in a demon-exclusive poll, it can be a separate fifth poll. Otherwise, stuff like Leuvis & Sonju goes here.) • *"Interaction" preferably being them talking or engaging in something together intentionally, but if you want to stretch it, it can be two characters just conveniently standing next to each other (because the potential is there Shirai throw us a bone.)

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Mask aspect of Roman gave me an idea. How would romance between him and Heroine who didn't hide her face would play out? Like she just fights him without mask, beats him, afterward says "My name is Y/N L/N, remember it" and then leaves? Doesn't care she she doesn't have family and only 'friend' is Batman.

"Wearing Masks" Black Mask x f!reader

I'm ngl to you, it'll be ROUGH at first. Roman doesn't play nice.

TW: villanous behavior, abduction, implied stalking, harm against reader insert, some NSFW/mention of bdsm play

When he first meets her, when she manages to get the upper hand and flaunt herself and her name- he thinks perhaps she deserves the Janus Cosmetics mask treatment. Maybe then she'd hide her damn face.

But no. She was already wearing a mask. One of bravado. She thinks she's a regular lone wolf. So he does some research. Easy enough when you pass out your name like that and he has the underworld connections. Nygma owes him a favor.

Life's tough without friends, ain't it? Even Batman can't be watching your ass every second unless you're one of his brats. Maybe it'll be a valuable lesson when he has a bunch of goons gang up on her to scoop her up to a hideout- with a wicked ass beating.

when she wakes up, Roman is stabbing someone. One of his hires. Grunting. Growling, "I said! Don't touch her fucking face! What's so goddamn hard about that?!" So that's the ache in her skull and the crusty feeling on her forehead.

If she tries to move, she'll find that her arms and body is suspended by rope. And then he's in front of her, holding her face. Poking and prodding at her wounds. Then he's cleaning them while barking at his men to leave.

"Shit, what am I gonna do with you?" If she tries being a smart ass, he just continues, "You don't gotta wear that with me, Y/N. You think you're hot shit, don't you? The whole world can't get you if you don't let it seep in. I see you. You're gonna crack." He squeezes her face for punctuation. Caresses the side of her face with the muzzle of his gun.

eventually, he'll let her go, bloody and bruised. A calling card if she "wants a friend." It's absolutely a peg knock down when a man like that is that close to killing you and just doesn't. Is it pity? That'll put a rage to your gut.

And they keep running into each other. Building at first a wary, tense form of trust. Flirtations that edge on danger. Both of them know they shouldn't- It's not exactly good for his business and she's not going to get trust from other heroes if she continues that sort of dalliance. But fuck it, Batman flirts with Catwoman all the time, right?

The nice thing about him already knowing her identity is no messing around with the "reveal." No, he wants to see under the skin, under all the heroics and needing people to remember her name. If she's down for it, there will be a bit of submissive play where he tries to find that sweet doe-y headspace for her to let loose and let go of control. Scary but it has the potential of her allowing a deep trust and bond that she might not have with others. Of course bringing her back up afterwards and fostering that trust.

The sex is, in fact, really hot. Public sex if she allows it. Wearing collars, necklaces or bracelets that indicate who she's with even when she's fighting villains (if she's still fighting villains). And there's definitely some roleplay mixed in there where he "captures" the hero and gets to do whatever he wants to her...

There might be a lot of mixed feelings on the criminal end depending upon her morality scale. Maybe not! Maybe that's kinky for them! Alexa, play Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades.

But he does have these moments where he sees her struggling. Fighting to keep up that mask, that appearance to others of being strong. He'll take off his gloves and put her cheek in his callused hands. A sort of grounding. Whispers in her ear that she can take it off, even if it's just for a second. Feel her melt and lean into him.

"I'll put you back together every time sweetheart, you just tell me when."

[imavillainok]

[ Chapter 1: The Little Girl ]

Masterlist / Menu、Chapter List

ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1218 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : EG Arts (Facebook)

Feitan was born in the heart of Meteor City, a lawless and poverty-stricken area where few could survive. His parents were both dead, and he had no family to rely on. As a result, Feitan was forced to fend for himself from a young age. His life in Meteor City was a constant struggle. He had to scavenge for food and shelter on a daily basis, often resorting to stealing and other petty crimes just to survive. He was constantly hungry, cold, and afraid, never knowing when he might be attacked or robbed by other desperate individuals in the area.

Despite his best efforts to avoid trouble, Feitan often found himself on the receiving end of violence and abuse. He was beaten up by gangs and other criminals.

Feitan quickly learned that life in Meteor City was brutal and unforgiving. To survive, he had to be cunning and resourceful. He learned how to pick pockets, sneak around undetected, and fight when necessary. But despite his skills, life was still a struggle. Feitan often went hungry and had to sleep on the streets.

One day, while scavenging for food, Feitan stumbled upon a group of kids who were also living on the streets. They welcomed him into their group, and for the first time in his life, Feitan felt a sense of belonging.

Together, the group of kids learned how to survive in Meteor City. They would scavenge for food and supplies, and sometimes they would steal from the richer areas of the city. Feitan quickly became one of the most skilled members of the group, using his agility and speed to outmaneuver his opponents.

As Feitan grew older, he became increasingly disillusioned with life in Meteor City. He saw firsthand the suffering and poverty that plagued the people there, and he knew that something needed to change.

One day, Feitan was approached by a member of the Phantom Troupe, a group of skilled thieves who operated throughout the Meteor City. The leader saw potential in Feitan and offered him a place in the group.

Feitan saw this as an opportunity to make a difference. He knew that the Phantom Troupe had the power to take on the corrupt and powerful people who oppressed the citizens of Meteor City. And so, Feitan joined the Phantom Troupe.

As a member of the Phantom Troupe, Feitan found a sense of purpose and belonging that he had never experienced before. He was able to use his skills for a greater cause, and he became one of the most skilled and respected members of the group.

A few weeks later, Feitan Portor was wandering through a deserted alley in the slums when he stumbled upon a young girl, no older than five, lying in a pile of garbage. The girl was covered in bruises and cuts, her hair matted and dirty.

Feitan was only nine years old himself, but he couldn't ignore the sight of the helpless child. And there was this.... mysterious aura around her. Feitan approached the girl and knelt down beside her. She didn't seem to notice him at first, her eyes fixed on some distant point. But when he reached out to touch her shoulder, she flinched and recoiled.

Feitan realized that the girl was terrified and didn't know how to communicate. He slowly backed away, trying not to scare her further. But he couldn't just leave her there alone and wounded. Feitan told the girl to stay in the same place. The girl stared at him with fear and confusion, but she didn't move.

Feitan looked around. He quickly went home and returned with a first aid kit. The girl was still there. He approached her gently, he grabbed her arm and cleaned the girl's wounds as best he could and offered her some food and water. The girl didn't say a word or show any emotion, but Feitan felt the little girl relaxed a bit. Feitan stayed with the girl until she felt better, and then he took her to the Troupe's hideout. The little girl willingly followed him....

As they walked through the streets, Feitan noticed a shadowy figure following them. He was on high alert, ready to defend themselves from any potential danger. But as the figure drew closer, they recognized him as a member of the Phantom Troupe - Shalnark.

Feitan introduced the girl to Shalnark, telling him that he found her wandering the streets alone. Shalnark was fascinated by the girl's unusual appearance, with her striking light blue hair and piercing green eyes.

As they walked to the Troupe's hideout, Shalnark took a liking to the girl, trying to communicate with her in his own way. He joked and made funny faces, trying to get a reaction out of her. The little girl was still not reacting to anything. Feitan watched as Shalnark tried to interact with her, amused by his friend's attempts. Feitan had never seen Shalnark trying to impress someone new.

Finally, they arrived at the Troupe's hideout - a run-down building that was easy to miss if you weren't looking for it. Feitan led the way inside, with Shalnark and the little girl following closely behind. The inside of the hideout was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting a flickering glow across the room. He walked up to Chrollo - the leader of the Phantom Troupe and told him about the young girl he had found earlier. Chrollo listened intently as Feitan explained how he found the mysterious girl, and how she seemed to have no memories or even a name. Chrollo was intrigued by the girl and asked to see her.

Feitan brought the little girl out from the other room, and Chrollo observed her carefully. Despite the girl's lack of communication, Chrollo saw something special in her. He could sense a powerful aura emanating from her, and he knew that she would be a valuable addition to the Phantom Troupe.

"Feitan, where did you find this girl?" Chrollo asked, turning towards Feitan.

"She wandering on the street. Alone. Can't leave her there. So I bring her here," Feitan replied, his voice filled with concern.

Chrollo nodded, still observing the girl. "She's special, Feitan. I can feel it. She will be a great addition to the troupe. Keep her safe and take care of her," he said with a reassuring smile.

Feitan felt a sense of responsibility towards the girl. He had taken her in and promised to protect her, and he would do everything in his power to keep that promise. "Will do, Chrollo. I make sure she's safe," Feitan said firmly.

Chrollo gave a nod of approval, and Feitan took the little girl back outside the room. Feitan showed the little girl around the hideout, introducing her to the other members of the Troupe. Some of them were wary of the little girl, unsure of what to make of her, but Shalnark's infectious energy and enthusiasm seemed to win most of them over.

And so, the little girl became a member of the Phantom Troupe, the mysterious girl with no memories and an aura of power that drew everyone towards her. Though she remained silent and withdrawn, the other members of the Troupe could sense that there was more to her than met the eye.

Character Info

Chapter 2: New Home, New Mission

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Hello wanted to make a request Loki x plus!size reader. The reader is the enemy and the avengers capture her she threatens to kill the avengers and they agree that Loki has to try and confidence her to join the avengers but while convincing her Loki falls in love with her she feels the same so when the reader joins the avengers and on a mission Loki is sort of protective of her because he doesn't want her to get hurt or lose her cause she is his hole world and maybe she gets burnt and when they get back Loki notices and he turns into his frost Giant form to heal her and he is expecting her to leave him but instead she kisses him and confesses her love for him and he does the same "OMG IT'S SO LONG Sorry"

Hi! Thanks for the request! I'll be giving the reader some powers so it'll be spicier and this will be probably long so don't worry! I love full and long concepts!

Sleeping with the enemy | Plus Size, Villain!Reader x Avenger!Loki

Summary: You're a wanted villain, and who else better than Loki to help you "surrender", in other ways

Cw: Smut (yes finally), violence, reader has powers, seduction, lots of magic, mild injury

"Okay everyone listen up, Thor stop eating pop tarts!" Tony said as they all gathered in the common area "We have a new mission, potential new villain with amazing abilities" some huge TV's showed footage of the potential bioweapon that was this new person

The footage in question was you, using your amazing abilities at magic, dark magic to be precise, using telekinesis to rob weapons from Hydra, maybe for a darker purpose?

"We need to stop her, we don't know what she's doing with those weapons but what we do know is that, she's not good" Cap showed a photo of you and your criminal records "There are no traces of her from 2010 back, it's like she appeared out of thin air, so we got an expert in magic to help us out"

An orange ring opened, Dr. Strange coming out of it, waving awkwardly at everyone

"Her name is Y/n, no last name since she was born 1468, dotted herself with the elixir of life and sold her soul to the devil to become the most powerful witch in history, knowing as The Dark Eye" pictures of your depictions through the years were shown, some accurate some definitely not

Loki was paying attention to it all, he had read of you in a book about witchcraft and all that, he never knew you were still alive

"We need to stop her right now" Tony informed "We know where she's hiding and have her surrounded as we speak, she's extremely dangerous, she has killed at least a million people"

They all made quick trip to your hideout, surrounding the place in case of an outburst or literally any move, but it was so risky, you could just think about them all dying and it would happen

So that's why, they sent someone to distract you

Someone, with a silver tongue

"Alright Loki's in" Cap informed Tony through their earpiece

Entering the room where you were, a huge protection star was drawn on the floor were you hovered above, black candles lit, their flames adverting you of Loki in there, dark magic instantly surrounded him, leaving him at your mercy

"Loki of Asgard, God of Lies and Mischief" you spoke slowly, turning around to face him, multiple eyes in your face blinked at the same time as your normal two eyes "It is nice to finally meet you..." You made him come closer to you "But I see you're here under other circumstances" you took his earpiece out, crushing it "Much more privacy"

"Damn it, we lost connection with Loki" Cap said to Natasha next to him

Thor was ready to burst in when Cap stopped him

"It's too risky to go in, she could kill us all if she thinks about it"

He retreated back, he was worried for his brother, this woman was way more powerful than him, his brother and even Odin combined

"So tell me, Prince Loki, why are you here? You're not the typical hero that wears a cape and saves the day, so why join these so called 'heroes'?" You said looking at him, finally releasing his mouth

"Well you see dear, I had to do it, or else I would rot in a cell forever" he licked his lips "A god can't be spending the rest of his days like that, it's humiliating" you hummed "That's why I'm here, but you... You're special"

That made you quirk an eyebrow "How so?"

"You, you're The Dark Eye, the most powerful witch in history, have lived for centuries, fooling people that hunted you into thinking you were a normal pure woman, so stupid of them" you huffed a laugh

"Yeah, I did pretty good at that"

"That's why I think, we could make a deal" he offered

"Go on..."

"You, give us the weapons and everything you stole and, join the team"

You furrowed your brows "What? You're absolutely insane" you mocked a laugh

"If you don't, then there's far worse fates than death"

"I don't fear death, I am death!" You yelled at him, crushing him with your magic "Maybe I should just kill you, kill everyone and then make my own universe, that sounds nice doesn't it?"

As Loki was losing oxygen he could see in the corner of his eyes how Hawkeye shot a tranquilizer arrow at you, but you held it on your hand, looking back at him

"Really? Couldn't do better than that?"

With that distraction Loki was able to free his hand and induce you on a sleep spell, your body fell but he caught you before you hit the hardwood floor

Soon the rest of the team bursted in, you were being held on Loki's arms, looking defenseless and powerless

"Great job Loki" Cap said to him

"Yeah good one Bambi"

He rolled his eyes at them

"Let's just go"

Some hours later...

You were woken up abruptly, you tried to sit up but something was holding you down

"I wouldn't move too much if I were you..." It was Loki next to you "If you use your magic you'll get shocked and will pass out, so I wouldn't do anything funny"

"You damned god! I knew you would trick me! I will kill you so slowly and painfully you'll wish you were never born!" You yelled trying to get free from your restrains

He just blinked at you "I've heard worse"

He growled at him, hopelessly falling back down on the bed, at least it was comfortable

"So what, now I'm a prisoner of you clowns? Ridiculous"

"Not a prisoner, just for the mean time, you have to be restrained" he said calmly "The offer is still up"

"Yeah right, I would never join you bunch of ridicule, tight suit wearing assholes!"

Loki almost laughed at that comment, but he composed himself

This was gonna be long...

Months went by, you and Loki got to know each other more, he would spend hours in your cell with you, telling.you about his life and his doings, you opened up to him slowly, telling you about your life back in the witch hunting era, how you fooled the people for decades into thinking you were pure, how the rumors of you selling your soul to the devil was all lies you yourself made up

"There's no such thing as selling your soul, I just made that one up, to get magical abilities you have to do a lot of research and manifesting, also some basic spells"

You told him about how your family died, they all were killed on a fire, that you survived because you were out of town, it was horrible

"I swore I would never die... I have, a fear of death... Ironic isn't it?"

He snorted a laugh "That day you said the contrary"

"Yeah well I was just intimidating you..." You bit your lip nervously "I prayed to you... A lot..."

"I know... I heard you"

"And you answered" you smiled at him "Do you think I'm a good person...? Even after everything I did?"

He nodded "These people have convinced me that, everyone has good on them... You just gotta look deep in them..."

He had taken off the collar that shocks you a few weeks back, trusting you completely into not killing everyone

A few moments of silence was enough to drive you two into a make out session, in between kisses, clothes were taken off by magic, soon enough Loki was making love to you

"L-Loki..." You moaned as he filled you up, he was big, really big

"It's okay darling, I got you..."

His hips moved at a pace that had you seeing stars, it was all too perfect and romantic, your legs wrapped around his waist to make him go deeper in you, hot sloppy kisses and nibbles at your neck while he railed you were making you crazy

"I'm so close Loki"

"I'm close too, fuck I'm going to cum in you" he moaned

You moaned his name again as your climax came barreling down on you, you had never felt something like that, soon enough his hips haltered and he was spilling inside you, hot cum filling your insides

Wrapped in a blanket while you traced lazy patterns on his chest he spoke "Is this you officially joining the team?" He kissed your hand

You thought for a moment, giving in, he had you under a spell you couldn't rid yourself off, not that you wanted to

"Yes... I'll be in the team"

What you didn't know, is that he was under a spell too, called love, for you...

Months later...

After your special encounter with Loki and officially joining The Avengers, a mission where you were needed came

Destroying a Hydra nest seemed easy when you had a bioweapon in the form a human, so they sent you in to do most of the work, Loki had stayed at the tower, he wasn't needed in the mission

"Okay, I have everything secured" you gave your report through comms "Now I just need to-AAAH!" You were cut off by an explosion

"Y/n!"

Hours later...

"She'll be okay, it's just a really bad burn" Bruce informed Loki who was anxiously waiting outside your room "You can go and see her"

He nodded walking in, your right arm was wrapped in a bandaging, you smiled at him

"Hey..."

"Hi darling" he said sitting next to you "How do you feel?"

"I'm okay, it doesn't hurt"

"That's good..." He grabbed your hand "I thought I lost you for a second... I... I can't lose you, you're my world..."

You felt tears threatening to spill out but held them in

"I'm okay Lokes... I promise"

He nodded, having an idea, looking into your eyes he spoke again

"I can heal you... But promise me you won't hate me after it..."

"I could never"

His pale skin started turning blue, ridges and marks all over it, his emerald eyes turned a deep ruby and he sighed

"Loki..."

"Just, don't speak for now..."

He placed his hand on your bandage, making the burn fade off and new skin reappeared on it

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner darling I just... I hate this part of me..."

You placed your hand on his cheek, staring lovingly at him

"I knew it all along honey... And thank you for telling me... I love you..." You finally said

He couldn't smile wider, he just kissed you so passionately you felt your heart melt for him

"I love you too..."

"Oh guys I forgot to tell you" Bruce came in, interrupting the moment "You were lucky, your baby is in perfect state and shape, it's developing nicely, congratulations!"

You two stared at him in disbelief

A new life was forming inside you... How better could life get?

[glapplebloom]

Technically, I saw this last year. But let’s make it official.

So Wordgirl has been on my radar for a while. I’ve been watching some random clips on recommendation and I’ve been enjoying what I’ve seen. But what really took me to look at a full episode was because of the Death Battle Discord. One of the Community Death Battles featured Wordgirl Vs SheZow. That got me to watch an episode to find out the context of her being able to resist time. 

So the episode in question is called Time-Out with Two-Brains. It begins with Two-Brains going into his vault of cheese only to find out that they're going to expire soon. So what does an evil scientist do to prevent his favorite food from going stale? Freeze time. So he created a device that froze the planet and everyone on it so he could eat all the cheese he could. But what about Wordgirl?

She was offworld taking care of some asteroids. So the effects of the time freeze didn’t reach her. Yet it froze the Narrator. She talks about how she wishes she could pause life so she could work on all the things she had to do. Sure would be nice if time froze for her to be able to do all that. Luckily for her, she notices the time stop and decides to immediately try to solve it.

She thought of some criminals but sadly they weren’t responsible since they were also affected by the Time Stop. So she uses this to put them in jail while still figuring out who was responsible. This eventually leads her to the Beach where Two-Brains reveals himself. Despite knowing the benefits, she decides to stop them and they have their climatic showdown: a sandcastle building contest.

It doesn’t last long because Two-Brains sees the problem with stopping time. No TV, no service from waiters, no new magazines to happen. Oh yeah, it also has the potential to stop time forever if not stopped soon. So Wordgirl goes to his hideout (since it's the kind of show where the bad guys are on friendly terms with the hero) and stops the Time Stopping Ray before it affects her.

So with time back to normal, she takes Two-Brains and his two henchmen to jail. But what were the henchmen doing all this time? Combined, they did the following: write a novel, discover the joy of mountain biking, learn how to bake a cake, learn how to play the piano and became an expert in Yoga. Doing one of these would take a long time, yet it didn’t feel like it was that long.

If I have to give the episode one issue, she seems to be upset that she wasted time when she really didn’t. It was like the episode was originally meant to be a half an hour long but was cut to fit the normal runtime of a typical episode. Still, it is enjoyable and based on the clips I’ve seen and some of the great choices in voice works (Cree Summer, Tom Kenny and Patton Oswalt being three of them), this is one show I hope I can see all the episodes.

Which leads me to my issue: there’s 8 seasons with 130 episodes in total. Luckily I did this early in the year. And now 120 episodes to go by the time of this writing. And so far I am enjoying what I am seeing. The Butcher is my favorite.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Netga: Speedy Rabbit

Designer’s Reflection: Speedy Rabbit

Obtained: Hot Pursuit gacha

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Blue/Cool

Awakened Suit: Dashing Bunny

Story - transcripts from Designer’s Reflection

Chapter 1 - Mecha Girl

Chapter 2 - Uninvited Guest

Chapter 3 - First Mission

Chapter 4 - New Partner

Story - summarized

Netga is behind on bills, and it doesn’t help when some of her customers come storming back demanding refunds because they decided they don’t like her modified mechas. Unlike most in her neighborhood, she doesn’t see mechas only as battle weapons. To Netga, each mecha has a unique personality, and she intends to unlock their full potential with her modifications.

If she can get the money for that.

One day, a newscast announces a reward for catching a scientist selling illegal stimulants through the black market. These stimulants would provide a violent, unfair advantage in mecha battles. And the experiments done to make these were on live animals!

Shortly after the broadcast ends, something rifles through the wires in Netga’s garage. She approaches it... and it’s a small bunny, containing a chip behind its ear. Netga hacks into its data-frame and discovers its creator’s origins.

Following the directions, she and her favorite mecha find a suspicious man leaving a building at the back of an alley. It doesn’t take long to break in with Netga’s skills... but instead of a criminal’s lair, she finds a cluttered, disgusting room,filled with cages of bunnies. Other than being brainwashed by violent movies, the critters seem harmless and happy.

Netga reports the suspect’s hideout and hands over the info on the fake stimulants. In days, she collects the reward. It’s not enough to boost all her tools and modifications for her job, but it’s enough to pay her bills. So, she decides to do both bounty-hunting and mecha modification from here on out!

Connections

-While Nightbane isn’t a part of this Reflection, his suit Soul Magic makes an appearance in the trailer for this event. Netga is hunting the girl wearing his suit.

-Besides Netga, we’ve met only two other woman scientists/engineers, and that’s Hestia and Cecilia.

Fun Facts

-Rabbits are a common experiment animal. They’re not the most common animal, but they’re mainly used in tests regarding antibodies and health.

-From what I could look up, animal experimentation still occurs, but it seems to be for research purposes rather than for testing makeup or products. No one is forcing them to watch bloody films, though.

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Happy STS! What does your character's morning routine look like? Share a snippet about it if you like 💜

Happy STS!

I don't have a snippet for a morning routine but I do have one for a daily routine, so I'll share this Chase snippet:

(Nani is a stand in nickname that Chase has for his grandmother, It might change but that's the way it is for now)

Henderson City’s subway was a dirty one, filled with graffiti, trash, and the abandoned train tunnels probably had crime hideouts in them (but no one dared go far enough to investigate).

Chase swiped his subway card through the gate, making sure his passenger bag backpack was in front of and close to his body to avoid getting pickpocketed, and his wallet with the emergency credit card and some cash for the way home stowed in the inside pocket of his jacket. The only remotely valuable thing in the bag was the laptop that he’d pieced together himself from a bunch of salvaged computers- but it didn’t hurt to be safe.

There were about a dozen or so other passengers on the grimy subway platform, waiting for the train as well.

He grabbed a soda from a vending machine while he waited, making sure to keep his head down. He was only a highschooler with a potential robotics or cybersecurity scholarship in his future, but that wouldn’t stop some people from assuming he was a criminal or terrorist or some shit. The things people (especially cops) could come up with were wild, let alone remotely true.

He checked his phone to see what the algorithm had come up with. The night before, after Nani went to bed, he wrote a simulation program that could calculate based on patterns where crime would pop up, where and when robberies or criminal activity was likely to happen. He wanted to try it out tonight, because the cops and the richer than God mayor wouldn’t lift a finger to do anything about actual danger in the city.

And he didn’t mind showing off his talents a little bit.

The train ride was long and quiet, and then it was a twenty minute walk through a remotely safe neighborhood, and a long climb up the stairs of an apartment block.

Thankfully, the apartment was decent enough, and the rent was affordable.

Chase entered the apartment, greeting his grandmother, Nani. She was in the kitchen as usual, making matzo balls and latkes for dinner. Her hair was hidden by a hair wrap, the cloth faded blues and grays with woven patterns.

The apartment was small, with just a living room, dining room and combined kitchen, and one hallway with a bathroom and two bedrooms right next to the fridge at the end of the cupboards.

Chase opened the door to his room, and set his bag down (or rather tossed it onto his bed), and took off his jacket- now in his worn jeans and the long sleeved moss green t-shirt they almost always wore.

“Did you take your medications?” Nani asked as she molded the dough into the shapes she wanted with her hands.

“I’m gonna do it right now,” Chase said as he came out of his room, orange bottle in hand. 

“Wait,” Nani said, turning around after turning a knob on the stove. “You know it’s best if you don’t take them on an empty stomach.” She started cutting a loaf of bread on the counter. The bread had a braided top and was baked to golden brown perfection, with herbs cooked into it and sprinkled on top. She cut a thick slice of the bread, and handed it to them.

“Don’t take any until you’ve eaten the whole slice too,” Nani said, “I know you forget to eat.”

~

Thanks @winterandwords !

[elvenbeard]

AAHHH!!! I *finally* got to play a little more Phantom Liberty today öahjsdföasklfasfhdfs

First I wanted to riot slightly cause GoG didn't find my install anymore (but rescanning folders did the trick).

Man OH MAN. I'm really just rambling about how fucking cool this game is below the cut, but beware of spoilers!!

"How the fuck do I keep ending up in these situations..."

I played all the way up to meeting Reed and agreeing to work with him back in the President's hideout. This was also the point up until I'd seen the gameplay at Phantom Liberty Tour back in August, but I also saw a loooot of new stuff o.o The demo back then started at entering the Stadium (when V walks through that area with cyberarms hanging from the ceiling) - stopped at meeting Myers in the crashed plane - continued at arriving at the hideout with her and then ended, as I said, with shaking hands with Reed.

SO. The whole "how do we get the president to the hideout" sequence was completely new to me AND MAAAN. That Chimera fight was so good like?? The whole setup and everything, I didn't expect such a big and epic boss fight so early on in the expansion at all, really sets the tone I guess xD First V gets his face bashed in by the President, then gets his ribs broken by this thing, things can only get better from here on. That whole section gave me such Bioshock vibes actually like... the Art Deco architecture the "amazing city that turned out so awful" vibes, it's impeccable, and I love it so so much. Really gotta take some time to properly explore everything (and now I gotta wait for Reed to call me back so, best opportunity).

I saw that thing under the tarp and was like "oh yeah, later on in the story this is gonna come back to bite me in the ass" - only that in this case "later" was "five minutes later" not "10 story missions later" as I anticipated XD

Also, I gotta say, I really don't trust Myers or Songbird much at this point with their intentions. I mentioned this previously... how convenient for Songbird to know to contact V via the Relic, but how the hell did she know about it in the first place, that he had it, where he was at, etc.? And then, in the Space Force One Wreck there was the shard with the answer! They knew about the Konpeki heist and two involved mercs through an informant potentially working at Arasaka. Yet, when I then deliberately chose a dialogue later on where V was like "yeah, I got Arasaka's Relic stuck in my head" Myers was all "oh, what really! how peculiar!". And maybe she really didn't know and I'm reading too much into it, but I'm really not liking her vibes atm at all XD (as a character though she's so cool, not at all how I'd picture a typical NUSA president, and I get the impression she doesn't really like the role all that much - I wanna read up on her background lore as soon as I'm done playing XD). AND. The shard on the plane specifically mentions Johnny on the Relic AND I'M CALLING IT NOW like I called it before, I BET they're really after Johnny's engram to do some experimenting with it for some fucked up Militech scheme. And in return V gets to live or some crap. URGH. I hope I'm wrong but I said it before "Phantom Liberty" (if you read it as in "a ghost that was freed" or "no real freedom") screams to me that this all boils down to something happening to Johnny in a messed up way in the end in exchange for V's life. Analogue to the Devil ending, but instead of Arasaka you have Militech/NUSA (if I'm wrong, please don't spoiler it to me, and if I'm right or close, please don't spoiler it either XD I wanna see just how far off I am myself XDD)

Songbird being MIA is hmmm... Not quite suspicious, but I'm wondering if she is still alive or maybe also doomed to be a construct now, but I'm really not sure. It would be kinda disappointing, I'd like to meet her in person still and am excited to see what she is gaining in all of this. I like the tragic "gifted criminal kid turned government asset" trope a lot and I'm curious to see how her story develops.

I'm also loving all the lifepath specific dialogues so much, I'm actually learning something new now and then about what Vince's Arasaka job was actually truly like at the core!

Also Myers roasting him for not having had a high enough security clearance to know about Reed xDD So rude! But I'm so so so curious how Ex-Arasaka agent with occasional homesickness to the corporate world and FIA-Sleeper agent with a big Arasaka-grudge are gonna work together o.o

I feel like, they're either really gonna see eye-to-eye very much or will continue to clash over and over and V is gonna come out as the loser at the end of this xD But currently, me as the player I'm trusting no one, and Vince as being caught up in all of this tries to play nice and be on everyone's good side but behind the scenes does not trust any of them one bit either xD It's really more a one hand washes the other kinda deal for him with no long-term obligations.

I'm also LOVING Johnny in all of this so far like... Vince and he don't get along that well most of the time for a variety of reasons. And so far, even though I got the Sun ending as my canon (as of right now), I feel like Vince acted more out of desperation than real trust or anything in going down that path and not any other. So I think Phantom Liberty *might* be the storyline that has been missing for me personally so far to really legitimize to myself that Vince would trust Johnny enough to let him take over his body for that last mission or go on a suicide run through Arasaka Tower with him. They are really seeing eye to eye on a lot of the stuff that's going on, both paranoid and suspicious, both not liking to swear any oaths or work for the FIA or anything like that. Bonding over their shared dislike for all the secrecy and scheming xD

Speaking of timelines, I found an ingame date for the 16th of June about an meeting Myers was to attend and another meeting scheduled for June 18th - sounding like the 16th is already passed at this point and the plane crash probably happening on the 16th or 17th or something like this... which completely throws my previously established timeline overboard :D But also stretches the canonical timeline a bit, if my assumptions are right, which would be nice and a lot more realistic than "like, a month, for all of that to happen". (For reference, in my timeline for Vince without PL I put the last quest on June 9th).

But that's only speculation ofc!

Then I also had my first vehicle gig for Muamar and omggg I loved this little convo with him so fucking much?? Like, this really built up his character so nicely, and the whole car stealing scheme would also be super down Vince's alley XD

And this exchange I LOVED sm:

Vince, car nerd surpreme, offering to fix the Cap's car, and Muamar's response: certain things I don't do halfway -> my clothes, my cut, my cars. Vince 100% seconds that sentiment XDD Like, so far I have to admit Muamar never really grabbed me that much as a character and I felt like he and Vince probably didn't have much in common. I was wrong XD

I also wanted to pay Mr. Hands a visit in his funky pyramid, but he wouldn't let me in yet. I'm so looking foward to finally playing his gigs now :D And seeing what else Dogtown has to offer in terms of stories and side jobs :o

Others mentioned it already, but I'm loving this place's design so so much... it feels like a different city altogether, the style of the buildings and everything is so unique and it's such a biiiig sprawling place o.o

And a random little thing I noticed, there's a lot of little cinematic moments now (the contextual removal of the HUD for conversations for example is such a good new feature). And occasionally the camera will automatically pan to interesting events or V's optics zoom in automatically - it was a bit weird the first time it happened but I really like it in a way? I noticed it during the part of rescuing Myers where you had to sneak past the huge Barghest drone (also such a good good moment, I'm loving all the stealth, parkour, and whatnot, the level design is *so good* hhhhh).

And finally, when I decided "okay, I'm gonna go to bed now" and was just about to close the game... I got a text message from Kerry I didn't know yet :DDD

(the fucking emojis with noses, Kerry pls, your age is really showing)

Like... I did not expect new texts from the LIs, and yeah, this got me really excited xD (and yeh I obviously had to read all the different outcomes and there *are* some differences depending on what you text back. I love it sm). AND. Then I called him. And there's new conversations about the events of PL too??? Hello?

Man I wish there was something like that for the other missions but obviously, with how late-game Kerry's romance is that sadly doesn't make much sense. So this is also something that made me tremendously happy (and also adds some new depth and bits and pieces to Kerry's character, which I'm always so here for XD). Exicted to see if there's more to talk about with him as the expansion progresses - I doubt it, but I'm ready to be surprised, maybe also by the other main NPCs that you're not in a relationship with.

That one V will definitely bear in mind for whatever is to come. Hhhhh I'm so excited!!