#we gotta kick off the fall heightened activity!!

[lanternsong]

to motivate myself and get in the Good Vibes Writing Zone, i think... hmm... if i get my work done today i'm going to bake with the otgw soundtrack and then trundle over here awhile. so STARTER CALL! like for a starter & reply to let me know which muse you want!

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 2

Part 1   Part 3  Part 4   Part 5   Part 6

Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to have seen a single James Bond movie to understand the story, trust me

Tw: Mentions of past transphobia. Descriptions of a dead body like right away, jump to the 3rd paragraph if you wanna skip that

Picani's body sat lifeless against the bed. His eyelids were still open but his eyes had rolled back into his skull. Parts of his shirt had turned red from blood.

The most gruesome part was his neck though. large chunks of meat and skin were missing, leaving only a bloody mess of nerves and bone. It looked as if someone had bitten down into it. It was an inhumanly large bite.

Remy stared at him with wide eyes. They'd seen dozens of dead bodies and yet tears pressed on. Remus lowered his gun for a moment and was about to reach out to hug them but stopped himself. They didn't have to time for comfort until the job was over for the day.

Instead he hunched down next to the body and inspected the gaping wound. "I think Jaws might have done this" He said after a while.

All Remy could get out as a response was a quiet sniffle and a nod.

Jaws had become an infamous killer among the MI6. He had single handedly murdered more agents than anyone else. If 005 and Picani was to be counted his total of murdered agents were 6 and that was only after at most 3 years of being a threat. Since most of the people who'd seen him was now dead all they knew was that he had a tall muscular, nearly inhumane stature and of course his teeth. His sharp metal teeth. Similar to a shark's. His usual murder method was biting chunks out of his victim's neck before letting them slowly die.

Remus could pick up Picani's corpse with ease. It hung limp in his arms. It was best to get it back to the MI6 so he could get a proper burial. He looked up and saw Remy stare at him with wide panicked eyes. They moved their finger up to their lips.

He stopped and listened. There was a ticking...a ticking...a...a bomb! He looked at Picani's body and in horror realized there was a bomb strapped to his back. A bomb that had began to count down when he moved it.

He dropped picani's body instantly. He instead heaved Remy up into his arms before dashing to the closest window. He shielded them from the glass as he jumped out. Right as the ticking stopped and an explosion went off.

He felt heat against his cheek as he fell down into the snow a story below. When he looked up all that was left of the hotel room was fire. His breathing was quick and his thought blurry. Boards and burning bedsheets were falling down around him. Glass pieces had pierced his skin.

"Guards- They have definitely noticed that. That guy wasn't there to like actually guard the place. He was there to make sure no one found Picani or to see Who would try to find him. There must be others. He must have told them by now" Remy heaved out in one big realization. They met their husband's eyes "Babe we gotta go"

They tried to stand up in the snow but fell down again because of their high heels. They let out a few swears words while taking off their shoes. Remus looked around for a quick escape route. To his luck the hotel guest's skiis were stored in a shed a few meters away from them. With a swift kick the wood door fell down. He took on a pair of skii boots while Remy stood guard.

His spouse quietly tapped on his shoulder. In the distance voices could be heard. Remus motioned for them to take a pair of boots as well but they shook their head. There was no time.

Remus gave them his gun before getting on the skiis. Remy wrapped their legs around his waist and held their arms around his shoulders. He was looking forward while they were keeping an eye on the back with the gun ready in their hand. The guards became visible from the side of the hotel. A shot was fired.

"Go!" Remy commanded.

With one quick motion they shot down into the steep hill. Trees blew by as he maneuvered across the thick snow. The guards weren't far away, they'd also found skiis.

Remy saw in a haze how a bullet blew past them just a few inches away. They tried to steady their hand enough to shoot back but it was all far too shaky and far too dark. They looked around and caught eye on a part of the mountain where the trees were even closer together.

"Babe! To your right!" They said quickly.

Remus nodded while turning. The trees were so close together he had to hold his arms against his chest to not run into anything. It forced everyone to slow down slightly, including the guards. Remy leaned their hand against their husband's shoulder and shot. The bullet landed right in one of the guard's thighs making him fall over.

Right as they were about to fire another shot Remus knocked into a tree and one of his skiis stuck. It made him go into a half circle before the skii fell off and he was left going backwards down the hill with only one skii on.

In a panic he grabbed on a tree and forced himself to turn around again. He flailed his free leg around to try and keep his balance. Remy teared off a loose branch from a tree and threw it at the guards before shooting anywhere and everywhere at them while they were busy trying not to get hit by the branch.

Left was a few guards. The trees disappeared and they came out into a wide patch of nothing but snow. Remus felt a bullet whine past his arm. He did an abrupt turn to give Remy a clearer shot. The snow became red from blood as another guard fell down.

He spotted a steeper part of the moutain and drove to it. When he got closer he realized it was a cliff. Far down he could spot a barn.

He heard bullets pass by him as he drove up to it. He tried to get as much speed as possible before diving off the cliff. While falling he kicked his skii off and took Remy into his arms. He hoped the snow would dampen his fall.

There was a loud crack as he collapsed down into the ground, it was probably one of his bones breaking again. Remy didn't give him a chance to breathe. They stood up and forced him over to the barn. The roof hid them from the guards seeing them.

"We gotta get outta here. Who knows if there's some otha way down here" Remy said while breathing heavily "Y'know otha than the ridiculously dangerous way you just took"

"Hey at least I took the fall instead of you!" Remus pointed out.

"That doesn't make it better! You still like probs got hurt"

The adrenaline rush from the chase started to wear off and Remy realized just how cold it was. They only had the dress and some tights on. They were so cold their skin ached. Remus noticed and took off his blazer, he laid it around their shoulders instead.

Remus stood up and promptly picked up his spouse bridal style since they definitely couldn't walk in the snow without shoes unless they wanted to freeze to death. He moved his bracelet so two specific parts connected. A quiet sound could be heard as the communicator in the bracelet activated.

"Q?" He asked.

It took a while and he repeated it a few more times before he got a reponse "I expect this to be important because I had to pause the documentary I was watching to answer" Q, also known as Logan answered.

"0012 is dead" Remus stated bluntly. Remy winced "But I can report more on that later. We need a warm and safe place to stay before our fingers freeze into bloody ice cream. We're-" He looked around at road signs "2 miles outside Reznekne"

"Excuse me a minute......There. A room has been booked under the name Juris Benzins for you. I have requested that the temperature would be heightened. I'll send you the adress"

"Thanks Q!"

"You're welcome, as always. Call me if you need anything more. Don't die because that would force me to fill out much more paperwork than I want to"

The call ended. Now all that was left was walking. Walking and walking. The snow kept coming down.

Remus noticed how his spouse was shuddering like a leaf in his arms. They were visibly close to falling asleep because of how freezing cold they were. Their skin had turned even paler than usual, almost looking blueish.

(He ignored how cold he was. Ignored how weak his body felt. Ignored his shirt getting spots of red from blood. It wasn't important. Making sure Remy was okay was the only thing that mattered)

"Hey babe" He lightly tapped their cheek "Stay awake. We'll be at the hotel soon. You can tell me your top 3 worst missions you've been on"

"You've...you've heard it before" They mumbled out.

"I just wanna hear my fav dork talk. I'll get anxious about carrying a corpse otherwise"

"Mhmm. Third worst...that mission..you were so stupid..and got so...so hurt. I neva wanna see you...that bloody..and beaten"

"Aww that's cute. I thought the bloody look fit me"

"Neva....second...second worst...we infiltrated that like the the beach place. having no choose but to disguise and...tuck-..horrible..more painful than....than like being shot" They let out a shaking breathe as a cold breeze blew by "Worst..worst...worst mission...easy...easy it...that time I" They grimaced "I had to seduce a lady to..to get...get her to to tell me a like code to stop a missile...Me and women neva go together"

Remus couldn't help but laugh.

"Girl dont laugh at m...my misery. I'mma be a dead- a corpse soon"

"I'm sawry. It's just so stupid that anyone would ever think you're straight"

"Shut up....you got like 3...3 pairs of rainbow thigh highs so you...you aint one to talk"

The conversation came to a halt as they got to the hotel. The receptionist looked shocked as they entered. Who could blame her, they came in in a nice suit and a dress without any jacket while it was heavily snowing outside. She handed them the keys while barely saying anything.

Remy was still shuddering as they were carried into the room. Their lips and nails had turned purple. Remus carefully sat them down on the bed and wrapped all the blankets around them. He made sure they were still awake before going to fill up the bath. While the water ran he searched the entire room for cameras or listening devices. It was an instinct at this point.

With a few stumbling steps Remy got up and tried to get to the bath before collapsing onto their knees. Remus helped them up and gently assisted them with undressing so they could get in.

"When we get home I'm buying nothing except for giant cheeseburgers so you can get some godamn fat on your body to heat you up" Remus grumbled.

"I can like super get behind that" They replied. They closed their eyes and leaned back into the water. "Babe you should warm youself up too"

"I just need to make sure no one can get into the hotel room first an-"

They opened one of their eyes and gave him the look™️ "Babe"

Remus nodded. He grimaced as he took his shirt off, fully revealing the pieces of glass that had pierced into his skin when he jumped out the window. It was painful to get in the water.

Remy got a worried look on their face while inspecting his wounds. They cupped his cheek "We gotta take care of that"

He took their hands and intertwined their fingers instead "Later. Once we've warmed up" He gave them a long and tender kiss "You look so pretty"

"Gurl my makeup is running the fuck off. I'm looking like my skin is melting"

"Skin melting can be hot!" Remus exclaimed with a big grin.

Remy rolled their eyes. They cuddled closer against his chest and wrapped their arms around his waist "Stupid self sacrificing idiot" They mumbled with affection in their voice but their smile quickly disappeared.

Their eyes slowly got filled with rage as they stared out into nothing. Their voice turned cold as they nearly growled out "I'll find Jaws. I'll find him and hurt him over and over until he is begging me to kill him. I'll make him suffer for murdering Emile"

--

9 Years Ago

Lucia had spent the morning just like she spent most mornings, looking for cans and bottles she could use to make a few bucks. It was early December and the lake in the middle of the city had frozen to ice. She would go ice skating if she owned any pair of skates.

She caught eye on a bottle someone had dropped carelessly on the ground and hurried to pick it up and put it in her backpack. When she looked up again she noticed a small figure cowering right between 2 storefronts. Between the walls of the buildings a tiny inwards part was left, just enough to shield a person from the harsh wind.

At further looking she realized it was a teenager. A teenager dressed in nothing but a pair of worn out jeans, shirt and a light jacket. They could be 15 at most. Lucia had always been known as the parent friend so of course when she saw a shivering child she couldn't stop herself from walking up to them.

"Hiya kiddo" She greeted "I'm Lucia. Lucia Marinez"

The person didn't even look at her. They moved their legs closer to their chest to make themself as small as possible. Lucia hunched down in front of them and nearly let out a gasp when she saw their face.

There was a black eye around their right eye. Bruises continued down onto their cheek. Their lip was cracked and dried blood had dribbled down onto their chin.

"Oh dear" She mumbled to herself "I can get you some water to clean the blood up? Or help you get back home? If you have somewhere to go I mean"

No response.

"Okay well I know a place you can stay if you want. I can show you if you'd come with me"

They shook their head.

"That's good, you shouldn't follow strangers to random places. But I'm a good stranger I promise" Lucia wanted to facepalm over how stupid she was sounding. She fumbled around in her pockets "Here I got 3 dollars, take that at least"

She nearly forced the money into the teenager's hands. She let out a quick goodbye before getting up. To her surprise the kid started to follow her as she walked away. They kept their distance but was staring at her with wide vacant eyes the entire way.

It took 30 minutes until they got to the place Lucia was currently living at: under a bridge together with her 3 friends. She turned towards the teenager and put on a smile while doing jazz hands.

"Welcome!" She pointed at a short woman with long curly hair "This is Fray, she's nice" She pointed at her other friend, a lanky one with tired eyes "This is Róse. And last but not least" She pointed at a woman with oversized clothes and a kind smile "This is Lucy. She's my girlfriend. It was her idea to match our names when we choose them" Lucia still blushed when she thought about it.

The stranger still didn't say anything. Lucia's friends got excited and wondered who the hell they were. The attention only made the kid shut themself off even more. Though they accepted the sleeping bag and food the group offered them. (It was Lucia's sleeping bag so she and Lucy started to share one).

2 days went by. The teenager mostly stayed in their sleeping bag. They didn't sleep, didn't talk even though everyone in the group tried to start conversations with them, barely even ate. Fray thought they acted like a grumpy kitten.

It was past 1 am when Lucia noticed the kid shuddering even though they'd crawled into the sleeping bag. Everyone else was asleep so she went over to them. She took off her jacket and laid it over them. They flinched and looked up at her with scared eyes.

"Sorry kiddo. Did I wake you?"

They shook their head and sat up. After a moment of hesitation they put on the jacket. Lucia sat down next to them. It was quiet for a few moments.

"You do have a name right?" She asked "It's okay if you don't. I went without one for a few months before I met Lucy"

No reponse.

"You can vent about why you're here if you want to. I've been told that my shoulder is amazing to cry on"

Lucia looked at the teenager. The bruises were still there. She just wanted them to be able to trust her, she just wanted them to feel safe.

".....I used to be married before I became homeless" She confessed "Me and my ex-wife were planning on having children and I was so excited. It was just...just...I was close to crying every time someone talked about me becoming a dad. It made me realize I had never wanted to be a dad at all or anything like it. We'd been married for 5 years I thought my ex-wife would accept me but as soon as I told her I was trans she turned so...so...cold. She didn't even let me pack my bags before throwing me out"

For the first time the stranger was actually meeting her eyes. Not just staring at her as if she would tear them apart. They'd never met another trans person before.

"i-i was thinking about maybe the name r-remy?" They nearly whispered out "it's a pun on rem sleep...since..i...i'm not good at like sleeping"

Lucia chuckled "Aww that's a great name"

Remy looked away again. They held onto the fabric of their pants so hard their knuckles whitened "it was my fault i was thrown out. i was stupid"

"Oh honey it could never be your fault" Lucia assured.

"it was. i'd bought a trans pride pin. it was so small i thought i would be able to hide it but-" Tears were pressing on in their eyes "i came home from school and my mom had cleaned my room and she found it and my dad was at work i-i will never know how he would have reacted and-"

They choked on their own words. A tear rolled down their cheek. Lucia was about to ask if they were allowed to hug them when Remy buried himself against her chest and held onto her shirt as if their life depended on. The tears had turned into muffled sobbing, as if they couldn't physically hold it back anymore. She wrapped her arms around them and mumbled sweet words into their hair.

"s-she wouldn't stop yelling. she said she didn't w-want me as her child anymore. she would rather see me dead than that i w-would be- i would be-"

Lucia combed her fingers through their hair to comfort them "She was wrong. There is not a single chance she would have ever been right in what she did" Remy looked up at her. She wiped a few of their tears away as they sniffled.

"i-it wasnt the first time- she always- she would- there was always something wrong with me- i was never what she wanted an-and she just kept h-h-hurtin- i must be so h-horrible to have to deal with"

"Dear you didn't deserve any of it. You never did....I...I think that you would be lovely to have as a child" She cupped their cheeks and sent them a small smile "How about we look for a trans pin to replace your old one tomorrow?"

They wanted to say yes but instead "i'm not trans like you are- i- i don't- i want- i use they/them"

"Kiddo me and the other 3 are all old trans hags. I am 99% sure none of us will mind whatever pronouns you use. So then it is planned. We won't stop our search until you get yourself a nice trans pin"

Remy couldn't respond. They were too choked up on another wave of tears, but tears of relief this time. They sobbed into the hug again. Their bruises still hurt but for the first time they actually felt at home.

--

7 Years Ago

"-So y'know I panicked and like ran and it wasn't until like 4 days later I realized he'd probs been meaning to give me his number" Remy concluded.

Róse chuckled at the story. The enby was sitting right in front of her so she could cut their hair. She'd wanted to be a hairdressed for a while now anyway but she hadn't been able to get any work. Not having an adress made it a hundred times harder to get employed.

The two of them were having one of their 'Guy talks' since they were the only two in the group who liked guys. The other 3 were all useless lesbians. Todays talk had mostly been Remy flusteringly rambling about some cute guy with a mustache they'd met who'd made them realize that their new type was apparently guys with msuatches.

"Thanks mom" They said while running their hand through their new haircut.

"No prob hun"

Remy quickly got up and got ready. It was their day to go out and look for bottles and other things that could help them survive. Right before they could leave Lucia grabbed them by their arm.

"Remember kiddo: no alcohol or drugs. You're not 18 just yet. And don't break any laws again! No stealing!"

"I know mom. You don't have to tell me every time"

"Don't accept any jobs from anyone. Not even 1 time things" Fray added on.

Remy nodded while walking away "I got it mom"

"And no intercourse you heathen!" Róse exclaimed.

They pretended like they didn't hear that one as they turned the corner. They immediately decided to head to the fancier part of town. The part where the police would probably force them away if they dared to even sleep in one of the parks.

Remy loved looking into all of the windows of the expensive stores. They daydreamed about owning fancy clothing and buying a house for their moms. They wanted to be makeup artist or costume designer or both. They wanted to reform people into new shapes.

They stopped by a window and stared at the luxurious makeup products. They made a mental note to try and steal something later. Fray's birthday was coming up and they wanted to give her something nice. None of them had the money to transition in any way so makeup or clothes was the best they could get.

They let themself disappear into the crowd of people on the street while looking for someone to steal from. They spotted a man walking next to a bit shorter man while holding in a baby stroller. Remy walked past them while looking in the other direction. They let their hand trail down into one of the men's pocket and quickly grab what felt like a wallet.

With the wallet hidden under their shirt they began to walk in the other direction. They fell into the crowd but sped up their step while looking for a quick exit route. There was a small alley which they quickly went into.

It'd been a good one. The wallet was filled to the brim with money. They took it out and hid it under their shirt while putting the actual wallet in their pocket.

Remy was too busy with happiness over the money to notice the shadow coming up behind them. Before they knew it a hand had grabbed their shoulder and forced them around. An arm slammed them back first against the wall. It was the man they'd stolen from. His cold yellow eyes seemed to stare into their soul.

They were severely underweight and malnourished so it was easy for the stranger to hold them still. He could probably break their bones with ease, like a toothpick.

Remy threw the wallet in his face. He lightened his grip for a moment because of surprise. They took their chance and shoved him away. They heaved themself up on the trashbin standing beside them and jumped so they grabbed onto the railing of an old rusty fire escape stair case. They landed on the stair case and made a run for it up toward the roof. They'd almost gotten halfway up when they heard a click from behind them.

"This is simply a suggestion but I think you should stop" The stranger said.

He was holding a gun. It was pointing right at Remy. Their heart was beating out of their chest as they moved their shaking hand to take the money out from under their shirt. They threw it down at the stranger who caught it midair. Still he kept pointing the gun at them.

"P-please you'll never see me again after this I promise" They stuttered out "I'm sorry but I-I'll disappear and-d ne-never cause trouble again"

"Get down here, and don't try to run" The man commanded.

It felt like their legs would give out under them as they quickly went down the stairs. They kept their hands over their head "I-I have a family"

"Good for you" The stranger replied druly. He motioned for them get closer.

Tears formed in their eye as the gun only was a few inches away from their chest "P-please" They cried out "If I die- I-I- they're no-not my birth parents- i-if I die no one wi-ill tell them. They won't k-know what happened. P-please take me to th-the police or so-omething instead. Do-o-on't please don't k-kill me"

The stranger's eyes stayed cold and uncaring even as they begged. He lowered the gun and shifted it so he was holding it by the barrel and handing over the magazine part to Remy. He pointed at a specific part of it "Is this point red?"

"N-no"

"Why do you think that is?" Before Remy could answer he continued "The safety trigger is on. Right now I am unable to fire. Besides"

He took off the magazine and showed the inside. It was empty. No bullets. He moved his hand down to his pants pocket and took out a bullet. He loaded the gun in a matter of seconds.

"Now I can hurt you" He said "But I won't"

He handed the gun over to Remy who held it lightly in their shaking hands. Their gaze flickered between the thing in their hands and the stranger. A small smile played on the stranger's lips.

"It took me a while until I realized you'd stolen from me. That's impressive"

He held out his hand. Remy didn't shake it.

"Please call me M. Though most call me Deceit" He sent them a warm smile "And you are?"

"Why would I tell you that?" They hissed out while taking a step back.

"That is a great attitude! So I would be very pleased if you would accompany me for dinner so we could talk about your new job. You can keep the gun by the way. Hell shoot me if you're feeling like you're in danger"

Deceit grabbed their wrist and pulled them with him as he walked out of the alley "Job?? Dinner? Wha- I- Weren't you taking me to the cops or something???" Remy sputtered out.

"Oh honey" Deceit moved his arm around their shoulder. He smiled as he whispered to them "If you accept my offer you will be above the cops"

[imagineseclipse]

Your Character Development Imagine

Season 1 Part 6

“I’m really glad that you guys play Lacrosse-well not you Stiles”you spoke to two boys as you walked down the corridor in a row, you clutched your books right to your chest.

You started to daydream about when they were playing, you wouldn’t be anywhere near them, you wouldn’t have to hear their voices, you wouldn’t have to smell them-honestly the last one wasn’t a choice but because of your heightened senses the smell of there aftershave had now become intoxicating.

“Because of the health and social aspect right”Stiles leered breaking you out of your daydream.

You paused for a second, not really having a clue on what he was talking about.

“What?!...No?! It’s because it’s the only time I get away from you two losers”you grinned to yourself excited to have some alone time so that you could actually breath again.

Even though Stiles had practically been stuck to your hip, prodding and poking you whenever he needed to you had been doing your own research on the side.

You had been going through Derek Hale’s history, but it seemed like he’d gone incognito after the Hale house fire. To say you’d hit a dead end was an understatement.

However, you were onto something when it came to your own personal research. You’d been looking at articles on pixies and it mentioned somewhere that they are normally woodland beings.

Which explained your love for nature, and it explained the birds. The headaches however were still bothering you every night and you couldn’t find anything that could help. You’d started to replace the darkness in your room with pretty fairy lights and plants.

It was a big change for you, but after a while you grew to like it.

Stiles had come up with this theory that your wings would come at a time when you least expect it, you were just worried about the fact that it could happen during class. Which you never really attended so your worrying was pointless.

And as for magic, you still couldn’t perform any spells, but there was dust everywhere it was driving you psychotic seeing the glitter all over your room.

However it was amusing when Stiles would nit pick about the amount of glitter dust you’d left in his Jeep.

“Not so fast”Scott tutted.

“You’re coming to practice today”Stiles sang out.

“I really don’t think so”you shot back, ready to swear your way out of it.

“Why not?”Stiles questioned.

“I hate you and I hate Lacrosse why would I surround myself with things I hate it’s not healthy”you held your hands up.

“So you’re really gonna say no to Allison when she asks you to come?”Scott raised his eyebrow.

“Yes!”You sassed, folding your arms as the boys entered the changing rooms.

An hour later and you were sat miserably in the bleachers, the funny thing was that Allison was nowhere to be seen yet she had still somehow convinced you to watch the Lacrosse practice. You were disappointed in yourself but you also wanted to know how she did it.

Since the night of the party Allison had approached you more than once, sometimes to have a conversation, to ask you if you wanted to join her for lunch. It wasn’t as if you were actively trying to ignore her like you were Scott and Stiles.

She wasn’t that bad, well she was the least annoying out of everyone, in fact you wouldn’t like to admit it to yourself but you were kind of enjoying her company as long as she wasn’t with Lydia.

Allison considered you a friend now, and as much as it pained you to say it, she was on her way to being your first proper female friend in since freshman year.

You kicked your leg up onto the bleacher in front of you, stretching your body out. You might aswell be comfortable if you were going to endure an hour and a half of that torture.

You looked around you, to your right a couple of spaces down sat Lydia Martin, she was re-applying her lipgloss in her little mirror.

She was probably there to pressure-sorry... support her idiot boyfriend Jackson Whittemore.

In your eyes the two suited one another, they were both self-centred teenagers who depended on climbing the social ladder and they wouldn’t stop even after they had gotten to the top.

“I really like your denim jacket, where did you get it from”Lydia scooted over next to you, making you feel extremely uncomfortable.

Stiles spluttered from across the field when he noticed that his crush Lydia Martin was sitting right next to you.

“I got it from a thrift store”you deadpanned as you weren’t really interested in all the fashion advice she was giving you.

“A thrift store... interesting”Lydia considered shopping there.

You tuned back into the conversation when you heard her asking for your name.

“You’re y/n right?”Lydia smirked as she flicked her hair behind her shoulder.

“Uhhhh yeah”you slowly replied.

“Allison has told me so much about you, you should really join us for lunch at our table”Lydia offered.

“Do you only wear pink on Wednesday’s?”You mocked. You high fived yourself mentally for that little joke.

Lydia pinched your cheek, she was lucky that she let go before you had the chance to smack her hand away.

“You’re funny, I like you. I’ll see you at lunch y/n”She answered before retreating back to the school.

“I wasn’t joking”you murmured, slumping down in your seat. Trying to already form a plan to try and get out of this lunch time arrangement.

Stiles raised his arms, as if he was questioning your conversation with Lydia but his sign language was cut short when you detected Scott storming across the field.

Something was wrong, you could see that there was tension in the air, Scott was breathing heavily. His anger rising with every second that passed. Suddenly Scott’s emotions hit you like a brick, making you fall backwards a little.

You’d missed what happened because of Lydia’s ambush but you were concentrating immensely now.

Scott began to charge towards Jackson, barging him to the ground. Jackson screamed out in pain.

“Well Lacrosse practice just got appealing who’d have thought”you smirked as you leant forward to get a closer look at the commotion.

Jackson was rolling around on the floor, clutching his shoulder, Scott was on his knees a few feet away, his hands around his head as if he was struggling.

Coach ran over to Jackson and Stiles leapt towards Scott with urgency.

Everyone gathered around Jackson in a circle, the coach holding his hands up telling everyone to back off a little.

The seriousness of what had just happened was starting to sink in.

You took this as your chance to climb down from the bleachers, darting past the boy laying on the floor to get to Scott and Stiles.

“What the hell just happened?!”you yelled in a whisper as you knelt down.

“It’s happening, I can’t control it”Scott wheezed.

“Great timing McCall”you opposed.

“Now?! C’mon get up, get up!”Stiles began to tug at his bestfriends arm.

“A little help?”Stiles requested desperately.

You shot him a dirty look before grudgingly taking Scott’s other arm, dragging him up off the grass.

You and Stiles lead him away from the scene quickly, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Derek Hale standing, observing the situation.

You spun your head to glare at him as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You didn’t have time to stay and have a go at him.

You’d safely made it back inside the school with out Scott lashing out at anyone.

“Do I really have to go in there?”you complained as you reached the boys changing rooms. Flashbacks of freshman year flooded you and you suddenly felt the need to throw up with anxiety.

“I kinda need your help”Stiles replied, pushing Scott through the door.

“The deal was that you help me, not the other way round”you advised before taking a step into the room.

“Please just quick! We gotta do something!”Stiles yelled.

Scott fell forward, leaning on the tiled walls, both you and Stiles knelt down next to him.

The werewolf looked up at you both, rage filled his now yellow glowing eyes.

“Get away from me!”he bellowed, causing you and Stiles to fall backwards in fear. Stiles pushed you up off the floor and he stumbled behind you, running behind the back lockers.

You would have hit Stiles for breaking rule number 3 for the second time but he was guiding you around the changing rooms. If he hadn’t have been there you wouldn’t have known where to run.

Scott jumped on top of the lockers, perusing the two of you.

“He’s going to kill us!”you muttered under your breath with realisation.

Stiles rapidly pushed you in front of him again, guiding you around the locker room away from Scott who was chasing after you in hot pursuit.

McCall growled viciously at you, as he scaled the upper half of the room.

“What do we do?!”you cried out, Stiles looked around fearfully, his eyes setting on the fire extinguisher on the wall next to you.

“Grab that!”he instructed you.

You stretched out your arm, but there was no way that you could reach it, and you couldn’t move not with Scott circling above the two of you.

You closed your eyes, frustrated and very convinced that you were going to die.

An energy inside you started to grow stronger and your hands started to tingle. It was as if your hands were magnets, you couldn’t control it.

Stiles’ eyes widened in disbelief as the Fire extinguisher rose from the wall and flew over to your hands. You’d just unintentionally performed magic for the first time. You panted heavily, your head spinning. It seemed that it had knocked some energy out of you.

“How did you-

“Just take it!”you bellowed as you passed the extinguisher to Stiles, not wasting any time. You slumped back against the wall.

Just as Scott plummeted to the floor, Stiles released a large cloud of white smoke.

As Scott threw his arms around trying to free himself from the substance you took this opportunity to run out of the door, you and Stiles both leaning against the wall just outside of the changing rooms.

You were trying to catch your breath when you heard Scott call out.

“Guys?”He called out weakly.

You both hesitantly peered around the door at the teenager who was now sat on the bench.

“What just happened?”he asked confused and disoriented.

Stiles threw the extinguisher to the ground and you both walked back into the stuffy changing rooms.

“Are you being serious?!”you were so angry.

“You just tried to kill us, It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger”Stilinski clarified.

“That experience was definitely triggering, not just for Scott”you whined as you ran your hands through you hair.

“Y/n, you did magic!”Stiles’ mood changed in a matter of seconds as he clapped.

“No way”you gawped sarcastically.

“It was amazing”Stiles nodded vigorously.

“Well in that case, why don’t you become a pixie with weird grey freaking eyes and white dust everywhere?!”you discussed growing sulkier.

“Anyways, back to Scott, every time you play you seem angry”Stiles changed the subject before you exploded into tiny pixie pieces.

“But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed”Scott stated as if Stiles had ever played a game of Lacrosse in his life.

“Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game”Stiles broke the news.

You pouted to yourself.

Seeing people get hurt on the field kinda made you forget about your own problems. It was your form of entertainment.

“I'm first line”Scott objected

“Not anymore”

[eerythingisshaka]

#Fictober Day 30

“Do we really have to do this again?”

(Witch!Shuri)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Elements of racism and revenge against it.  Plus, I was inspired by The Craft

Shuri entered the doors to her summer internship brimming over with pride.  Having seen some of the world outside of Wakanda, Shuri had a hefty appetite for curiosity.  What all has she missed out on?  Meeting people like Bruce Banner, Everett Ross, there had to be so many other like-minded individuals who she could bounce ideas off of.  

Queen Mother saw her off, hiding her sadness as much as she possibly could.  She knew that Shuri could handle things on her own just fine, but her baby was still moving thousands of miles away from home and that left a big hole in her heart.  Shuri assured her she would be fine, and T’Challa reminded her as well that War Dogs would be summoned at a moments notice to assist with her protection.  

Shuri observed the hallways of the university in awe and amazement.  The all white walls were so drab and basic, let alone inefficient.  All of the people crowding around her and chattering away pushed to make it to their assigned meeting rooms for counsel and rooming arrangements.

The ginger running things beamed at Shuri as she came in.  “Hello!  Welcome to the Brilliant Minds summer program!  I’m Hanson, I am one of the coordinators that will be working with you this week!  Can I get your name please?”

“Yes, I am Shuri, daughter of--er, I mean Udaku, Shuri Udaku.”  Shuri laughs nervously.

His eyes widen, “Oh yeah!  You’re the royal!  Well, I’m sorry for not greeting you properly.”  He steps back and bows.

Shuri scoffs.  “Thanks, but that’s not necessary...nor was it executed properly.”

Hanson laughs, hands raised.  “Fair enough, I’ll practice.  But thanks for coming all this way!  Here is the itinerary and your dorm key.  You will be staying at Atkins Hall, just south of here on the lip of the quad.  After today’s labs, there will be a bonfire so we will be roasting and toasting this evening if you’re up for it!”

Shuri takes the papers and grabs her bag.  “Sounds good!  I’m looking forward to it all, thanks Hanson!”  She waves goodbye turning and bumping abruptly into someone.

“Ugh!  God!  I’ve been attacked!”  a ditzy voice exclaims.

Shuri brushes her arm from the collision.  “No, it was a simple misunder-”

The short bottle blonde white girl screws her face up like she’s about to spit as she looks back at her brunette friend.  “Oh, no.  We have must’ve gotten off on the affirmative action floor instead.”

Shuri squints.  “What are you talking about?  This is the-”

“God, Miqaila, do you understand what she is saying?  It’s like nothing but clicks!”  Her friend practically snorts her Starbucks at the ‘joke’.

Shuri feels uneasy, looking back at Hanson, who appeared to notice the disruption but looks away quickly.

Shuri holds her head up.  “I will not tolerate your rudeness!  My eyes have been offended by your face for too long, keep looking that way and it will stick.”  Shuri brushes past them.

Miqaila shrieks.  “Ew, Ashleigh!  I think she got something on me!  Is she covered in grease??”

“Bish where!?  You wouldn't know soft skin if I slapped you across the face with it.” Shuri yells back, flipping her the bird whilst exiting.

“Probably doesn’t use a napkin after eating so she can knock out her ashy.  You know they’re prone to it, so sad,  Wipe it off soon, I’m sure it’s ritualistic…”  Ashleigh whispered to Miqaila.

Shuri’s blood boiled as she stomped out of the office, beyond offended by the debacle.  She hadn’t even said a word to them and they already held so many prejudices, what was wrong with them?  It wasn’t the ideal introduction to the program she dreamt of, but she kept walking along to get to her dorm assignment to hopefully realign her mood.

Heading up to the second floor, Shuri finds the room number and tries the key, going inside.

“Hey girl, hey!  It’s about time I met my roomie!  I thought I was gonna miss ya!”  A beautifully dark skinned, statuesque woman with two afro puffs gleamed.

Shuri smiled just as wide.  “Yes, sorry to keep you waiting friend!  What is your name?” she holds out her hand for a shake.

“Maxine, you can call me CeCe though.”  she says, giving a firm grip.

“Nice, I am Shuri-”

CeCe holds her hand up.  “Oh!  I know who you are!  You were on the magazine of Young Engineers Quarterly last month.  Girrrrl, you were the youngest and first Black girl on their cover!  I have it framed and I’m already kicking myself for not bringing it to autograph!”

Shuri laughs.  “It’s not the biggest deal, really.  Anyone could’ve gotten it, but with Wakanda being open now, people are just riding its wave.  My hype will die down soon.”

CeCe shook her head.  “Maybe for some but not I, sis.  Shoot, Teen Vogue gotta be next, check out these threads, Ma!  This the fashion where you come from?”

Shuri looks down at her royal purple jacket with white piping over her yellow crop top and high waisted capris.  “Yeah, the material is very durable from the vibranium elements and of course our designers have a keen eye.”

CeCe bends over to squint.  “God, I just can’t get over you.  I get salty sometimes thinking about how convenient it is that the ‘random’ assignments  always make my roommate the other Black one here, but this time around they did right!”

Shuri puts her luggage on the bed sitting down.  “Have you been here before?”

CeCe nods.  “Year three for me.  I came when I was a sophomore in high school and just kept coming!”

Shuri’s spirits lifted.  “So it must be a great experience then?  What do you like?”

CeCe puffs out her cheeks in thought.  “The food, the connects, the activities when people fuck something up.  And honestly, I come back just to get some time to myself from home, it’s the same every year as far as things to do and raggedy people trying to show off.”

Shuri nods in agreement.  “Yeah, I got my fair share of that and it hasn’t even been an hour.”

CeCe looks at Shuri pitifully.  “Oh man, I know it.  These suburban kids think it’s their world alone.”

“I just can’t get why that girl would see me and not even ask my name before insulting me like she did.”

“Oh man, Shuri.  You know these white folks care more about an anthill than they would you.  They are annoyed when we don’t do better for ourselves, they annoyed when we do.  Talk about us being ugly, then can’t stop touching and copying the same features, so it’s a terrible cycle history keeps telling us.”

Shuri looked away, biting her lip in thought.  “This is true.  I know of their ways, I just thought I would get through this week without problems since the people are of a higher IQ.”

CeCe guffaws, clutching her stomach.  “Oh sis!  They real bold to try you.  Don't you have a secret service detail or something to protect you?”

Shuri squirms a little.  “I do….but I wanted to keep as lowkey of a profile as possible.  My family would love for me to do that but I refuse to comply, you know?”

CeCe snaps her fingers.  “Damn, you better than me.  Respect though, the rebelliousness.  Stick with me then, cuz I’ll help you get them told.  I know you know there are different intelligences.  A book smart person does not a wise person make, right?  Don’t let it phase you cuz that’s when the bullshit really crops up.”

Shuri and Cece talk a little more about their backgrounds and what they were looking forward to.  Before they knew it they had to book it to their lab class.  The hall was packed with buzzing students but there were two empty seats in the middle.  CeCe and Shuri took their seats waiting for things to begin.

Hanson was at the front of the class greeting everyone and congratulating them on their arrival.  Shuri was beginning to feel excited again about getting to know regular people from a world unlike her own.

“This is so cool how primitive the classrooms are.  Simple wooden desks, beige solid walls, you really have no choice but to concentrate on what’s in front of you.”  Shuri looks to CeCe who is already lightly snoring.  

“Ahem, Hanson is it?  Can I move please, my vision is obstructed at the moment.”

Shuri looks behind her and locks eyes with a sneering Ashleigh, who is right behind CeCe sleeping.  

Hanson stutters a response.  “Well, uh, if you can find a place, have at it.”

Miqaila joins her to move.  “Thank you!  The cocoa butter smell is making my eyes water as well, it’s disgusting!”  As they get up and walk by, CeCe is startled awake.  

“Damn!  Did you fuckin pull my hair?”  CeCe yelled from her her chest.

“Ladies, please!  We have to stay on schedule, maintain some couth.”  Hanson pleads.

CeCe points at Miqaila and Ashleigh.  “Long as you tell those to maintain they distance or I won’t!”

Shuri takes a bead on her kimoyos discreetly.

“Oh please, I don’t play with pubes.”  Ashleigh snarks as they make their way down the steps.  Shuri takes one and rolls it down the steps, stopping it just before Ashleigh’s stride.  Shuri says a command in Xhosa, activating a trip wire.  

Ashleigh hits the trap falling face forward down the remaining steps, Miqaila dominoes along with her, causing the classroom to erupt in laughter.  

Ashleigh flips her hair back glaring at Shuri as Hanson helped her up.  “What the...You!  You  said something, and-and I tripped!  You’re a witch!  That country you’re from, they're  wicked, with their heightened abilities!”

Shuri scoffs.  “Do we really have to do this again?  Whatever helps you sleep at night...or doesn’t!”  She wiggles her fingers and hands around to resemble casting a spell making CeCe cackle.  

Ashleigh and Miqaila looked genuinely spooked as they went to two seats in the front, murmuring and looking back at them.

“Ok, if that is all, let’s get back on topic…” Hanson continues.

When the lecture lets out Shuri and and CeCe can’t stop talking about the funny altercation.

“Man, am I glad you did something to them that didn’t get you arrested cuz I had nothing but felonies on my mind.”   CeCe said.

Shuri chuckles.  “Yes, see?  We can’t have you racking up a record.  I can handle them just fine with things like this bracelet.”  Shuri stops to let CeCe examine the beads.  “These are kimoyo beads, I have thousands of programs I can run through them to make them do what I need them too.  I’m already trying to upgrade their look to broaden their abilities, but they still hold up well.”

CeCe looked at her wrist in awe.  “Whoa, is that what did it?  God, how are you not teaching here instead of being a participant?”

Shuri smiles.  “They actually did ask me to speak, but I declined.  I wanted the regular experience before putting myself out there like that.  But that’s not so easy it seems.  At least if I was teaching those girls would have to show a little more respect.”

CeCe kisses her teeth.  “Please, this is way more fun.  You see them for who they are and bring them down a peg.  Which reminds me, you coming to the bonfire tonight right?”  Shuri nods.

“Then we need to come thru with a plan to fuck with them, so they don’t mess with anymore.”

Shuri tweaks her mouth the the side.  “I don’t know.  Not like I don’t enjoy a good prank, I just didn’t want to bring that out here.  Plus my best stuff is at home anyway.”

CeCe waves her off.  “Oh you don’t have to have a bag of tricks!  You saw how they acted with you just acting spooky for a second.  What would they do if we went full on bitchcraft on them?”

Shuri chuckles.  “Bitchcraft?  Is that what you call it?”

CeCe nods proudly.  “When petty is involved, yes.  We gonna put on a show for they asses to never forget.  Make em feel like they whole lineage cursed, get it?”

Shuri looks away, weighing the pros and cons as CeCe went on with that she had in mind.

The bonfire attracted a lot of people to enjoy treats and warm flames in the cooling night air along the water.  As the night wound down, less than 10 people stuck around to continue the night.  

Ashleigh and Hanson were cuddled up by the fire as Miqaila sat across as an awkward third wheel eating marshmallows from the bag.

“Hanson, thank you for helping me up from that tumble I took today.  I still can’t fathom how it happened. I am usually so graceful because my feet are so small.”  She says, rubbing her bare, sandy foot against his ankle.

Hanson shift nervously.  “Uh, yeah, it was nothing.  Happens to the best of us.

“It’s just so weird, I didn’t miss a step, it’s like something grabbed my foot or something.  I still blame that African girl, she’s not all together.”

Hanson sighs.  “Her name is Shuri, and she is possibly the smartest teenager alive today from a royal family.  What part of that screams ‘not all together’.”

Ashleigh begins to explain when Miqaila points jumping up.  “Look, what’s that?”

A figure in the darkness walks along the water.  This wouldn’t be unusual since they were at a party but the figure had was holding a large staff and possibly had the head of an animal.

“Hanson, go yell at it or something.  It could be wild!”

Hanson wouldn’t budge.  “Shit you not, if you make me go out there, I’m putting you on a plane home tomorrow.  I’m not messing with that!”

CeCe peeks through the mouth of her mascot mask as the people begin to notice her.  She takes off a kimoyo bead and tosses it towards the fire, letting put her best bone-chilling howl.  

As it lands and whirlwind appears, whipping sand in the air.  Ashleigh, Miqaila, and Hanson cough and sputter as Shuri appears out of nowhere, eyes rolled back in a trance.  She is dressed in a long brown suede skirt with slits on either side, adorned with a shell belt.  She wore her bra with a band on her bicep and one of T’Challa’s panther suit prototype necklaces on.  With her braids down, she looked rather haunting.  

They scream at the sight of her.  “Oh God!  I told you, look look look!”  Ashleigh says, moving behind a petrified Hanson.

“Sh-Shuri?  Are you al-”

“SILENCE!  Have you know respect for what’s sacred?”  Shuri says, her voice chopped and screwed by an altering device behind her ear.

Miqaila has her head in the ground, crying.  “We don’t want to die, please don’t hurt us!”

Shuri turns in her direction.  “Miqaila…”

She looks up slowly.  “Y-yes…”

Shuri points a finger at her.  “To live your life as a parasite, makes for a dependent experience.  Everything they eat, you shit; do not catch yourself ingesting spoiled food…”

Miqaila freezes listening to Shuri, unmoving until Shuri bore her teeth hissing and tossed sand in her face making Miqaila shriek and run away.  Ashleigh tries to follow.  

“Stop!  You...come here…”

Ashleigh says some Hail Marys as she walks up to Shuri fretful.

“What a shame it is to waste the gift of youth on the ugly decrepit traditions of past generations.  Have you learned nothing from the dead?”

“My-my grandparents are still alive.”  She stammers.

Shuri scoffs.  “Maybe that is the problem.  If you care anything for them, you would learn to keep past mindsets in the past, unless you enjoy being a sadist?”

“That's not fair, I'm a good person! My grandparents are of a different-”

“Do you plan to defend them!! Try it!  And see what happens…”  Shuri does a wave with her hand to reveal Ashleigh’s grandparents in the palm of her hand.  As Ashleigh looks, their images began to melt crudely.

“No!  No!  Don’t please, spare them ma’am!”

“Princess Shuri, is all you shall call me by.”  Shuri says, crushing their image in her hand.  “Be gone from me at once, and I won’t hurt a single hair on your head.”  Shuri snatch a strand quickly.  “Hamba uyo bepha inja!!” Shuri says, throwing the strand into the fire.  Ashleigh yelps as she runs off.

Shuri then turns to Hanson.

“Uh, please, you know I haven’t been anything but nice-”

Shuri points to him.  “But you stay in the background.  No better than a pest scuttering along the wall for me to squash.”

Hanson holds his hands up.  “I know what it looks like, but what can I do!  Ashleigh’s parents give a lot of money here, we can’t just treat her anyway.”

“And if that is true, she should not be excused for blatant racism!  She is a pauper to me, but I do not wave it around pridefully.  You will be lucky to still work here by morning…”

Hanson gets on his knees at her feet.  “No, no, please.  I’m almost tenure, come on.”

A howl is heard in the background sending chills down Hanson’s spine.

“My pet is becoming hungry.  Maybe sufficing her appetite will forgive your sins.”

“Yes, yes!  What could she want.”

“Something of a high rated dining experience.  No cheaper than $30 for the entree, and bring a dessert to my room as well.  Leave the receipt to confirm my instructions as fulfilled.”

Hansons nods, running off in a hurried pace.  Shuri flips her eyes back again and bends over laughing out loud.   “Oh my goodness, that was rich!”

CeCe comes out of the shadows, taking off her costume head, laughing as well.  “I told you this would be fun!  Play into their fears, they won’t test you no more, bet.”

“Bast I hope you’re right.  I still think the dinner request was a bit much, but it seemed to stick.  Now let’s go home before I freeze to death in the air.  I still think being in a shirt would’ve brought the same effect.”

“Nooo, I needed you in full on Queen of the Damned mode.  You made them your minions no doubt!  And I knew this would make us hungry, might as well get something for nothing; not like he ain't good for it. But you go ahead, I'll be back at the dorm later.  Got some loose ends to tie up first.”

The next morning, Shuri and CeCe sit in lecture to await the beginning of class.  Hanson walks in nervously looking across the crowd, locking eyes with Shuri.  Shuri reaches into her bag and pulls out a receipt, crumpling it up and tossing it on the floor.  Hanson looks away, not at all relieved.  

Ashleigh walks in quickly walk into lecture, cap pulled over her head as she takes her seat.  

“Class, before we begin I forgot to mention our special guest participant, Shuri Udaku of the royal family in Wakanda.  I highly recommend picking her brain as she has exhibited outstanding work in engineering vibranium for a multitude of purposes, far beyond her years.  Let's give her a round of applause.”  

The class gives a hearty ovation and Shuri waves and bows.  Maybe she should have been more forthcoming about her background after all.  Hanson walks over to Ashleigh, motioning for her to remove her cap.  Her head shakes from side to side.  Hanson clears his throat.  “Today we will be doing preliminary testing.  If you have a hat on, it must be removed before we begin.”  Hanson looks to Ashleigh insistently.  

Ashleigh’s hands find her cap to pull it off.  The class gasps at the large bald spot in the middle of her head.

CeCe snickers to herself as Shuri questions her.  “Did you do that??”

CeCe nods.  “Man, Nair does not smell like her conditioner, she should blame herself.  She snatch me, I snatch back.  Your hair shit at the bonfire inspired me, like you said something.  What was it?”

Shuri looks at her in awe, holding her fist out to dap CeCe.  “I just told her to go fuck a dog, but i must say that is genius!  Diabolical.”

When lecture let out, Ashleigh walked fast past them without a word, which was way better than before.  Miqaila trailed behind her.

CeCe calls out.  “Hey, Miqaila!”

She turns, avoiding Shuri’s  gaze.  “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I wanted to get you something as a peace offering, just to say sorry and stuff since you and Ashleigh seem to be going through something, you guys ok?”

CeCe hands her a cup of iced coffee from Starbucks, making Miqaila smile halfway.  “No, we are fine, just….working out some kinks and stuff.  Learning to work independently.”  Miqaila glances at Shuri before taking a sip.

CeCe nods, “Ok, just let me know if you need anything else.  Praying for you guys!”

Miqaila sets off and Shuri turns to her, arms crossed.  “So why does Miqaila get the Hollywood treatment and Ashleigh is scalped?”

CeCe smiles a big, creepy smile.  “That gesture will have her sitting on the toilet for the rest of the day.  Your parasite comment gave me that inspo, so genius.”

Shuri’s eyes bucked as she lead her friend along.  Never had she met such a petty, mischievous, cunning person in her life.  She loved her.

[writershawks]

Winged Villain: Villain!Hawks x Reader AU

This was made for @magical-eternity , and it is with her permission I am posting it here. Enjoy!

Today was one of those days where the universe had decided everything that could go wrong would go wrong.

“Central do you copy?” You hiss over your radio as various projectiles whizz through the air just above your head. The only response was static, causing you to curse. You check your watch for the third time in the past minute. Backup was supposed to be there three minutes ago, and yet here you were, alone against the villainous Hawks and three henchmen. You were huddled behind a car, barely avoiding fire from the henchmen and their leader’s persistent feathers. Any moment now the winged villain was bound to fly over, so you were quickly running out of options. Taking a deep breath, you activate your quirk to make a cushion of air around you and charge at the henchmen, hoping the cushion was enough to deflect their attacks.

Dodging a couple shots by the skin of your teeth, you manage to make it to the first henchman just in time for you to take a breath. Within seconds you had the man pinned beneath you, and had slapped a restraining device on his wrists. You were barely able to reactivate your quirk before you were surrounded by a flurry of feathers. The obnoxious little things surrounded you, and your felt your lungs start to burn as they begged for air. Desperately you tried to move away, but they surrounded you like a swarm of bees, and finally you couldn’t take any more. You let your shield drop and were barely able to take a breath before the pointed shafts of the feathers pushed you into the ground, pinning you. Before you could re-activate your quirk, you feel hands grab you and within seconds you are bound with a bag over your head, and forced into the back of a car.

Fifteen minutes later you are tied to a chair and the bag removed, now completely alone. Well, almost alone. You tug against the ties on your hands, testing them for weakness.

“Everything has gone according to plan.” A distorted voice resonated from somewhere behind you, and you could practically hear the smirk behind their mask.

“Oh please. You got lucky.” You had stopped working against your bonds long enough to roll your eyes.  You hear the gentle tapping of padded shoes come up behind you until a figure stood over you, bending down and resting one hand on the armrest of the chair while the other went towards his mask.

“Was it luck? Or-” He rips off the mask in a dramatic fashion, revealing a stunning smile and eyes that glittered with a hidden intelligence. “Was it fate?”

“We really gotta stop meeting like this.” You can’t help but smile, your expression reflecting his.

“Why? I rather like you like this. Bound...helpless...” There is a suggestive purr to his voice, the heat only rising as he leans closer.

For the past three months you have been in a relationship with Hawks, a notorious villain. In the public eye he was your arch nemesis, however behind closed doors he was anything but. You had gotten close to him during an undercover mission, but instead of bringing him in you found yourself falling for the charming villain. Thus began the game of cat and mouse you two had.

“You can just send me a text if you want to see me.” You meet his gaze unflinchingly, purposefully ignoring the innuendos weaved into his voice.

“But this is so much more fun. Plus,” He steps back, spreading his arms wide and letting his wings fluff out. “I look super cool in front of the guys.” He gestures with a thumb over his shoulder, referencing the henchmen he had leave only moments before.

“Well you won’t look super cool after I manage to escape like always.” You laugh, though his expression grows serious.

“What if you didn’t escape.” He says suddenly, catching you off-guard.

“What?”

“What I mean is,” He walks up to you and begins delicately undoing the ties on your wrists. “What if you stayed. With me.” You were silent for several heartbeats before answering.

“You know I can’t do that.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, his intoxicating scent surrounding you and making it hard to force the words out. He stands back after releasing you, letting out a laugh that sounded a tad forced.

“Of course not. Where would the fun in that be?” He grins at you, but you find yourself empathizing more with the silent pain in his eyes than the false smile on his lips. You knew exactly what he was thinking. This couldn’t go on forever. Eventually one of you was going to have to make a decision. You force those thoughts to the back of your mind, decided to match his expression with a smirk as you move into a fighting stance.

“Let’s make it look good, shall we?” You say, and he follows your motion.

“I always do.” He gives you a smug look before launching several dozen feathers at you with a single flap. You quirk, cyclone, allowed you to manipulate the air around you while you held your breath, so you used it to defect the blizzard of feathers around you while you run at him. You come at him with a roundhouse kick, but he dodges it, bringing around a right hook. You block it while simultaneously bringing a single palm forward to his chest, landing a solid hit square in the center of his ribcage. He gasps as the air is knocked from his lungs, but responds immediately, grabbing your arm on his chest and swinging you around so your back is to the wall. The impact momentarily dazes you, so you are unable to activate your quirk before several feathers imbed themselves through your clothing and into the wall, some narrowly missing the skin. He has both your arms pinned above you, face to face close enough that his breath lingers with yours.

He lets no time go to waste, and before you have a chance to counter his lips are pressed firmly against yours. All thoughts of escaping vanished from your mind as you are quick to return the embrace, your lips moving is quick, hungry movements against his. His tongue soon requests entrance and you eagerly oblige. You let out a low moan between breaths as his hands moved from your hands to run down the sides of your body, your arms wrapping around his neck in return. This pulled him closer, heightening the passion of the kiss. You reach one had up to entwine your fingers in his golden locks, while he had wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his body, feathers once pinning you to the wall now gone. He moves his wings to surround you, as if hiding your taboo love from at spying world.

You both were breathless by the time your lips finally left his. He rested his forehead gently against yours, cherishing the time you had that was quickly running out.

You wanted nothing more than to remain in his feathery cocoon a bit longer, but urgent yelling resonating from outside the locked room acted as a cruel reminder that time was running short. With a sigh he unfolded his wings and backed away.

“Pretty sure I was supposed to knock you out during that.” You say, and he shrugged, wings rising and falling with his shoulders.

“I wasn’t about to let you have all the fun.” He gestures to the window behind you. “Ladies first.”

“So we are chasing today, then?” You laugh, stepping towards the window and opening it up.

“Yeah. Not really feeling the concussion today, ya know?” You laugh, but he continues. “Besides, maybe you could lead me somewhere a bit more private.” You could still taste him on your lips, and the thought of being alone with him was nearly too tempting to resist.

“Only if you can keep up.” You wink, before jumping. The questions of the future briefly passed your mind but you shove them away, determined to enjoy the present while you still could.

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Matthew Murdock Application

OOC Information:

Name / Pseudonym: Matt, Not as Dumb as Pretends To Be.

Age: 18

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Timezone: GMT +1 Triggers: A lot of hard stuff for me to handle emotionally and mentally.

Activity: I’ll of course be active once I get the role, can’t wait to roleplay as Murdock, but I’ve got school and I gotta study so, yeah. IC Information:

  Character you’re applying for: Matthew Michael Murdock Age: Thirty-two. FaceClaim: Charlie Cox Traits: Brave, intelligent, secretive, serious. Matt is funny, deeply thinking and charming man outside. Intelligent and careful in the courtroom and deadly serious fighter as Daredevil at nights.

Reformation Stance: Pro

Is their identity known: To a lot of people due to Born Again storyline.

Class Standing: Law Educator Why do you want to play this character: I really like Matthew Murdock, I’ve been a long time fan of him. I’ve read Daredevil comics since the year 2006, and I literally fell in love with the character. I spent days explaining to people why I love the character so much, why I think he’s one of the most troubled, yet so great people of comic books. And when the show came out, it hit my heart. It was so good, I was so happy they’ve done the characters so good. I also had experience roleplaying as Murdock before, in few other roleplay groups, and I hope I’ll be apart of this group too. And yeah, that’s why I wanna play Matt.

Other character you’d like to play: I was considering Bullseye or Moon Knight, but Daredevil is always a number one!

Bio: First Chapter: BATTLIN’ JACK MURDOCK

Matthew Michael Murdock grew up with his father Jonathan ‘’Battlin’’ Jack Murdock, professional boxer from New York’s part ‘Hell’s Kitchen’, on whom the bad times came. Matt’s mother Maggie left them both, when he was just a child, and since Jack wanted to not make his son suffer, told him she died. Old boxer didn’t get any fight offers, so he had to take the job from all kinds of criminals, so he could get money for both him and his son. He didn’t want to go deeper, but when mafia leader Fixer started to threaten that he would hurt Matt, Jack had to start working for him. Matt was naturally born sportsman and as kid he did a lot of bad stuff. Jack always tried to keep Matt out of Jack’s work and hoped that Matt will get education, that could allow Matt get away from the dirty streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Jack convinced Matt to PROMISE him that he would fully study and that he would NEVER go to beating up people. For that, they bullied Matt in school. Because of his father’s nicknames (such as ‘’Devil’’) they started to call Matt Daredevil, and when Matt couldn’t stand it any longer, he beat up one classmate for that. Jack was then angry at Matt when they were both at home. Matt then learnt how law is important, how it shouldn’t be broken. And that was the day when he decided he’ll start to study to become a lawyer. But he didn’t want to be with books all day long, so sometimes when Jack wasn’t at home, Matt went to Fogwell’s Gym where he trained hard.

Second Chapter: BLINDED

Matt’s life changed ever since the day when he saw a truck going through way where blind man was walking by. Matt was a brave child by then, and he did not hesitate. He jumped right into the street and pushed the blind man away, sadly the truck didn’t have time to stop, so it rapidly turned to left side and let all the chemical tubes fall from the truck and hit the people around. Sadly for Matt, the chemicals hit his eyes, taking his sight away but giving him powers no one has ever dreamed of. Few hours later his father found him there lying on street, and Matt was brought to hospital. In hospital he was visited by a lot of people, and due to what happened, he was even called ‘’Angel of Hell’s Kitchen’’ by Mayor of the city. One day in the hospital, he was visited by an unknown old woman, who gave a cross around Matt’s neck, and kissed him on his forehead. Matt didn’t know who she was, or what she was. She told him that his powers are a gift from God, that he should NOT tell anybody about them. And then she left.

Matt’s powers were heightened senses. Master hearing, touch, smell, everything except sight. Matt was now studying everything in braille while him and his father tried to live better. Jack asked for more from Fixer to feed his son, but Fixer denied until one thing. Fixer offered Jack a bunch of money and protection of his family, ONLY if Jack manages to lose his next fight. Jack would agree, bringing himself into a deadly deal.

Third Chapter: GUARDIAN DEVIL

Few days later, when the match came to happen that night, Jack thought about the deal he got with fixer. He would look like a coward to his son, an idiot who loses a fight. He didn’t want that. He wanted his son to be proud of him, to see him as a hero. He wanted to show Matt that life is about sacrifice, being brave, doing what you believe in. NEVER GIVING UP. That night the match came, Jack knew his son was in the audience, listening to the reports of who gives shot, who wins. Matt was there with his best friend Foggy, who also later becomes his partner at work. That night Jack won the fight, and that meant an immediate death to him. As Jack left the building, he got brutally wounded and shot through eye. The bullet flew through eye, brain, and then out. After Matt found this out, he put on his first yellow costume. He tracked down all the killers, and accidentally made Fixer get heart attack. That night, a new hero was born. DAREDEVIL.

Writing Sample:

Matt was at the church’s rooftop, his right hand gripping the cross that was stabbed into the rooftop. He was in his typical Daredevil suit. Just the mention of Daredevil created fear in his opponents’ minds. Matt was listened around the city, to people. He listened to them asking for help, praying God to help them with what their children/close people are going through. Matt wanted to feel sorry for them, but he knew he couldn’t. If he would, it would break him from inside, show his weakness. He then heard an old woman cry and beg God to help his son, because he got himself into a trouble with Hammerhead’s henchmen. Matt then sighed, listening to the lady say her son’s location. He then stopped gripping the cross, letting himself start falling off the rooftop, as he was falling, he swung his right arm up, turning on the billy club as grapple hook was shot out to one rooftop. It pulled him at the rooftop, as Matt started to run through the rooftops to get to the lady’s son. Matt arrived into a warehouse near river. He was on the highest floor possible, no guards were there. Matt was just walking around, having his fingers on the wooden doors next to him. He sensed the boy in the room, alone. That was good, it gave him time. Matt opened the doors quietly, walking in as the boy looked at Matt. The boy got scared, as Matt approached him in a silent and deadly way. Matt untied him from the chair quickly, then speaking out to him. ’’Stand up. We’re going to get moving.’’ He turned, walking outside and waiting for the kid to follow him. As they both left the room, 6 Hammerhead’s henchmen aimed at them both. Thug ‘We played you, Fool of Hell’s Kitchen.’ They all grinned, aiming still at Matt. Matt tilted his head, listening to their breathing and heartbeat. He also felt what’s inside of the gun. They all have just two bullets. Two bullets to take him down with. And they’re six. That means 12 bullets that could end his life.

’’You should have pulled the trigger when you had your time.’’ Matt threw one his batons into the wall, as it bounced off to hit one thug to head, knocking him out. Matt gripped the boy, rushing past the knocked out thug downstairs. He threw the boy on the stairs, turning and climbing up. As he again returned to the floor, Matt punched one armed thug into nose, then gripping his arm and twisting it, making the gun fall to the ground. Matt spin kicked him, knocking him out as he immediately threw his second baton at the 3rd thug who got knocked out too. The other 3 thugs quickly all pulled their triggers, with all of them missing as Matt ran to hide behind the wall. He leaned himself to the wall, tilting his head and listening to what the 3 remaining thugs with no bullets will do. One of the thugs walked to the room where I was, and as he stepped into the doors, Matt rushed out, wrapping his arms around his neck, choking him. He hit his head to the wall, knocking him out. Matt then rushed out, kicking one of the two thugs into gut brutally, causing him to fall off the stairs. He turned to the other one, headbutting him and punching his right side of the chest. He then kneed his gut, afterward backflipping and hitting through the thug’s jaw, knocking him out. Matt then fell down, leaning himself to the wall and breathing deeply. He yelled at the boy. ’’Run home, kid. Before Hammerhead gets you….’’ Matt then stood up, walking towards the window. He opened it, listening to the sounds of the city again. He concentrated on others who wanted help too. And he caught a job again. Another crime for him to stop. The Devil was on his way. Daredevil.

Rule Check: Removed by Admins