#we will be going over the front again begore the next time she takes a shower to let her hair breathe

[doerot]

I did my roommates hair and I was so afraid of fucking it up (like I haven't been bleaching and dying my own hair since I was 15 🙄) but it looks soo cool everyone should tell her how good her hair looks

[dandelionflower]

Felinette Month Day 1

Matchmaking

“You have got to be kidding me.”

It was the week to end all weeks.

On Sunday, Marinette realized she had been over Adrien for months and had developed a much healthier crush on someone else, who asked her out later that day.

On Monday, she told Alya and the girls she wasn’t interested in Adrien anymore, aptly leaving out the boy who had gone on a date with her.

Tuesday through Friday, they had set her up on dates with what seemed like every eligible boy in Paris, including Adrien.

Now it was Saturday, and the girls called her to meet up later and apologize for the surprise dates at a new café that had opened up near the bakery.

When she entered, she expected to hear Rose’s squeals and the chatter of strangers.Instead, she was greeted by a darkened room, lit by candles, completely empty except for her and-

“Felix?”He looked up from his phone and gave her a warm look. “Hello Marinette, I take it you’re the reason I was forced in here against my will?”

“They trapped you in here?” She slid into the seat across from him.

“Yes, mind explaining that?”

She groaned. “It’s a long story.”

“All the better for a night like this. I’ll grab some coffee.” He strolled across the floor, stepping over the counter and helping himself to the warmed coffee.

“You like your coffee black, if I remember correctly.” He said, setting the cup down in front of her.

She brought her nose close to the hot liquid and breathed in the comforting scent. “Yep.”

“So, why did a masked figure trap me in this place to meet with you?” Felix asked, whilst pouring inane amounts of creamer and sugar into his coffee.

Marinette snapped out of her coffee-induced trance and brought the cup to her lips. “Well, it may have something to do with the fact that I told them I don’t like Adrien anymore.”

“I can imagine their reactions.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, so they took it upon themselves to plan out the next boy I should be obsessed with and I didn’t have time to tell them I was already dating”

“Not exactly surprising.”

“And they decided that I should be the one to decide my own crush, and that I should do that by going on as many dates as possible within the week.”

“What?” He stared at her with wide eyes.

“Yep, and during all of them I keep trying to text them and tell them I’m seeing someone, but they apparently never saw them.”

“It’s likely for the best anyway, they never quite were fans of mine.”

“True, but then why set you up with me?”

“That’s a fair point I suppose, but there is a bright side to all of this.”

“Seriously?” She teased. “The great Felix Culpa, pessimist extraordinaire? Finding the bright side?”

“It does happen every once and a while.” He grumbled with red cheeks.

“Well, don’t just leave me in the lurch, what’s this bright side of yours? I’m simply dying to know.”

“I didn’t have to plan our next date.” He said simply. “I wasn’t certain what I should do after I took you to that restaurant for our first, and I wanted to be prepared for when I asked you out next.”

“Next?” She asked quietly.

“Yes, next.” He looked down slightly as he rubbed his neck. “It was alway the plan to go on five dates with you before I officially asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“You-you were planning to?”

He seemed shocked. “Of course. You didn’t think I would just take you out on one date and never speak of it again, did you?”

“I guess not.”

“Well, since we’ve now had this discussion, I suppose I best do this now, plan be darned.” He stood up, his chair squeaking.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he walked around the table and knelt at her feet. “I have been infatuated with you since I first met you and that feeling has only grown.” He pulled out a box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a silver necklace, glimmering in the candlelight.

“Will you do me the immense honor of being my girlfriend?”

Marinette was stunned. She wasn’t really sure how to react. She stared at the necklace and at Felix, who was still blathering.

“I promise to spend as much time with you as you like, and never do anything that makes you uncomfortable or is outside your boundaries.”

“Felix.” She whispered, staring at his crystal blue eyes.

“I’m prepared to talk to your parents if you’d like to consult them before answering, as well as-“

“Felix.” She placed her hand over his own, forcing him to look at her. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Truly? Because my proposal wasn’t all that polished, I thought I would have at least another couple days to prepare…”

“Yes, Felix, I truly would like to be your girlfriend.”

He swallowed. “In that case, might I help you put your necklace on?”

“Of course.”

She turned around in her chair as Felix stood up

.She felt the cold chain touch her neck and heard a small click.

“It’s on.”

She turned around again to face Felix. “How does it look?”

“Like it’s on the neck of an angel.” He murmured.

Marinette felt her cheeks heat up. “Gat’s thood, I mean goods that, or that’s good! Yeah, that’s good.”

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I was just trying to complement you, and you really do look like an angel,” Felix began rambling again, and Marinette took his hands in hers again, begore he could pick up too much speed.

“No, no! It’s fine Felix, it was really sweet. I just wasn’t sure what to do after I got a compliment like that.”

“Oh,” the tension in his shoulders seemed to lessen as he relaxed, “that’s reassuring.” He glanced at the window. “It’s getting late, can I walk you home?”

She grinned. “Sure!”

They strolled down the sidewalk, hand in hand, as Marinette stared at her new necklace.

“It’s patterned after your flowers.” Felix said, noticing where her eyes were trained.

“Hmm?”

“The flower that you have on your clothes, I managed to make a necklace that matched them almost perfectly.” He explained.

“Felix, that’s… amazing.”

He coughed. “Well, I wanted to ensure that I made something that was as beautiful as you.”

“I-uh, oh- um… WE’RE HERE!” She yelled, lost for words.

He looked up.“Oh, we are.”

They looked at each other awkwardly for a solid minute before they both moved towards each other. Marinette opened her arms for a hug as Felix stuck out his hand for a hand shake. They stopped and laughed for a moment, before trying again, this time with Felix opening his arms and Marinette reaching out her arm.

They paused for another moment, unsure if they should try again, or do something different.

Finally, Felix broke the silence. “Marinette, may I, that is, if you don’t mind, but may I kiss you?”

Marinette looked at him for a moment, savoring the short seconds before her first kiss, then jumped towards him, just before he could open his mouth and start apologizing.

The kiss was delicate, like the thin wings of a butterfly. Her hands went behind his neck as he placed his gently on her waist.

It wasn’t passionate, exactly, but it was just what Marinette could have wanted.

They broke apart and Felix rested his forehead against hers.

They stayed in silence for a moment, before the loud sound of noisemakers made them look to the bakery.

There, in plain view behind the glass, were Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng, celebrating. “We are the best matchmakers!” They hurrahed, dancing around.

Marinette blushed and peered back at Felix, who was staring at her with a fond expression on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushed a rogue piece of hair from her face, “thank you, for saying yes.”

“Thanks for asking.” She gave him a sly grin.

And as Sabine and Tom celebrated indoors, outside, Marinette and Felix shared their second kiss.

[barnesaintdead]

Pandora's Box Chapter One

Summary: Times have changed, great heroes were gone and all that remained was wreckage and lives to start over. After an alleged attack, Bucky is taken back to the past. With nightmares still vivid in his mind, he must choose between succumbing to fear or standing before it.

Warnings: smut, angst, mentions!abuse/rape/torture, +18

Word count: +1,200

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Mutant!OC

A/N: after Endgame, another Stark Tower was built in honor of Tony and everything he has done for the world. There are lots of details about him all the way in the new Tower. Also, I'm hearing Griss's soundtrack while writing this.

The first thing she noticed when her brain woke up was how cold her body was. The warm sunlight kissed her cheeks gently, seeping under her lashes and making her eyelids flutter open to a blinding white room. Observing her surroundings, she noticed she wasn't alone. A men was sitting next to her bed, a long forgotten book in his hands and low snores coming out of his parted lips. Her entire upper body ache when she tried to sit against the headboard silently. She stayed quiet, watching dust motes travel across the room in the early morning haze. It was a chilly one, for sure. Her last memories started to appear in quick flashes trough her head. She was sleeping peacefully when the first explosion startled everyone in the building, flames already taking over almost everything in the first round. And then a second and a third, and everything was chaos and smoke and her only wish was to crumble down with the building because, fuck, it was happening all over again. The the fourth explosion came, those strong arms that were holding her tight vanished in a split second and everything she knew was the hard ground and the iron taste on her tongue.

"Good morning, sunshine", the man greets, throwing her off of her reveries. He stretched his arms up in the air, joints cracking all the way.

"Why am I here?" She asked under a troubled look. Her eyes darted to the window. From that level, all she could bring up was the Statue of Tony Stark resting above the fountain, his hand aiming at something beyond the horizon. She was in the Stark Tower.

"You know why", Sam answered. "Pandora, am I right? Like in the files?"

The girl nodded once, her slender fingers tugging to the thin fabrid that covered her legs. The moment he called her by her codename, she knew she was doomed and he was already aware of everything she was and everything that was done to her. She wondered he knew a lot more than necessary when he swinged her personal diary in his hand before throwing at her side on the bed.

"I want you to see someone... Do you think you can walk?"

Pandora nods once more and start dragging her feet off the bed's edge, startling herself by the purple marks all along her skin. It wasn't a pretty view. The first steps were difficult, like the ones of a newborn doe, she would have fallen instantly without  Sam's support on her waist. Side by side, they moved slowly towards the room next door.

Once Sam pushed the door open, her entire body tensed as if the blood in her veins had turned into ice. With her knees shaking, she stammered unconsciously:

"Zim... Zimniy s-soldat..." [Winter Soldier].

In his bed, Bucky's head moved to the side and his eyelids fluttered seconds before open slowly. His movements were lethargic by the sedatives.

"Gotov soblyudat..." [Ready to comply]. He flashes a weak smile, his voice nothing more but a growl and he focuse his blue irises on the terrified girl. "Nobody have called me that in a long time".

"Yeah. I call him asshole", Sam scoffed.

Pandora, still petrified, let a diminish laugh scape before forgetting the excruciating pain that was rushing furiously trough her body and let herself collapse against the cold floor. Images of a long lost life before her freedom takes place, filling her mind and projecting painful memories that went straight trough her heart like daggers.‎ Fear hit her hard and suddenly she is out of breath and the floor underneath her seems to disappear. Choking and trying to collect herself hysterically from the ground, she end up falling back onto Sam's grip. He hugged her tight and hid her face against his chest without hesitation, hiding her. Pandora's entire body trembled to the point of chattering teeth, her knuckles already white from tugging his shirt between her fingers.

"It's okay, darling. Nobody's gonna hurt you", Sam assured, whispering with lips touching her hair. "I promise. You can trust me, can't you? I'm here with you, nothing's gonna hurt you".

Sam had seen many post-traumatic stress atacks, more so panic ones. He knew how to deal with it. With her. She was scared and feeling unsafe and probably triggered by whatever Bucky said to her in russian, kidding or not. The first thing he did was lift them both from the ground and place her small crooked figure onto the spare bad next to the wall and covered her with the biggest blanket he could find at the moment. He watched as she started to roll herself up in a messy coccon mode.

"Don't worry, Panda. I'm gonna be here with you. Just breath, darling", Sam is now stroking long caresses across the girl's back. Bucky who had been silent trough the whole situation looked at her fondly, but there was still a hint of pain or guilt in his baby blue eyes. He knew he caused her that crisis. It was his fault. He desired to erase himself from her mind for a moment.

Almost an hour passed until Pandora was stable again. Her muscles were slowly untwining and letting her breathe properly, full deep inhales and long exhales to soothe her aching throat. Sam smiled when she looked at him with teary, but thankful eyes, but he kept his hand in motion caressing her for a while, observing how relaxed she was once she saw that were no danger. Not in him nor in the room or in Bucky's presence. She was now laying with face half buried in the sheets. looking dead into Bucky's figure like she was studying him.

"Feeling better?" Sam finally asks, taking a step back from the bed. Pandora nods and looks at him. "I need to report to Fury and get you both some food. Think you can manage to be alone here with him for a moment?"

"I guess... Yeah."

"I'll be back in a second then. Distract her, Barnes, will ya'?"

Bucky waved at him and whitin a second Sam was out of their sight. The air tensed a bit with the sudden silence, she wasn't much of a talker, neither was him, but they kept the eye contact before Bucky broke the connection to take a look outside the window.

"What happened to you?" Pandora's voice startles him, making him let out a chuckle begore putting his attention back on her. She was more mature, it was visible, there were some new scars, but still the same soft, childish features. Her question was short but complicated. He sighed.

"A lot, after Hydra. They wanted me to murder Steve, but I just couldn't finish. He broke the brainwash and after that I started to remember. When everything crumbled down, I found a place to stay in Bucharest", He lost himself in his thoughts for a moment, looking at his metal fingers. "I started a routine, everything was about remember who I was and be invisible. Then, the enemies came... Zemo, he caused a lot of problems... Thanos and the war. I turned to dust when he snapped his fingers, but Steve and the others brought us back. We fought, we won. I'm very thankful for their help. Shuri, who erased Hydra's poison from my head. I wouldn't be nothing without them, probably dead by now".

"So did you nightmares stopped?"

Bucky remembered his times under Hydra control once again, a specific moment, when he was in a cage. The girl next to him helped him sleep trough his nightmares that day. Pandora helped him even tho she was just as scared.

"Those never go away. They're always there, lurking inside my head", He laughed. "The nightmares never were about the brainwash, but about what I did when I was their puppet".

Pandora's eyes went to the ground. She understood him, her own nightmares almost drove her crazy most nights. She abused sleep pills and alcohol, but not even that made them go away. They would be always there. Her heart sinked into her chest for a second and then she heart his voice calling again.

"What about you?" He now had turned his body a bit to the side, for her to look at his front. The sheet went down a bit, showing his marked skin, so many scars in a tiny piece of him. A cold chill went down her spine.

"I was always running. Everytime something would get out of control, I just ran away to another city, then another state, and another country until I end up in that apartament".

"Get out of control...?" He lifted his eyebrow and she licked her lips.

"The things like those explosions and the fire?" She let out a faint laugh. "I'm used to that happening all time. I bring disgrace to everyone around me and that's why you should let me get out of here as soon as possible. I wouldn't want to ruin your lives."

"You mean you started the fire? You caused the explosions?" He asked.

"No. God, no. I... I didn't do anything is just... It happens around me, like I'm cursed or have this terribly bad luck", she shook her head. "I would never hurt anyone".

Outside the room, Sam and Fury listened carefully to their conversation. They new eachother from another times and leaving them alone was the best idea Sam had to show his boss that the girls wasn't a threat. Fury continued to listen while reading the girl's diary carefully while Sam got out to get the food he promised. When he got back, his boss was watching both of Hydra's best agents talking about their periods of peace and chaos with his hands befind his back.

"You hungry?" Sam asked munching on a big piece of his own cheeseburguer before handing one in the other man's direction.

Fury refused with a hand gesture and handed over her diary. He need to know nothing more, that was more than necessary.

"We're keeping her".

"Excuse me?"

"Project 001: Pandora", Fury repeated slowly, with a mischievous smirk in his face. "We're keeping her."

[calucadu]

The Riots, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 1.

I hope you like my piece for the @bokunovillainbang! My amazing artist is @pinalinet! Please check them out, they're incredibly talented as well as being an awesome person! They listened to my weird ideas and helped me come up with a decent outline for this fic.

I'll try to have an update every two weeks!! Please look forward to it!

Summary: Bakugou’s a villain who is forced to double as a vigilante to get info on this new group of vigilantes called The Riots. Surprisingly enough, he ends up making friends with them and Bakugou finds himself falling for the leader of The Riots, a redhead with a sunshine smile.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, sort of Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka. 

Rating: Explicit

CW: NSFW, violence, drug use/abuse/addiction, alcohol use/abuse/addiction, strong language, mentions of vomit/vomiting.

Next chapter (coming soon)

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It’s a cool evening. It’s dark out already, even though it’s not that late. Bakugou makes his way over to one of his favourite bars. The reason it’s his favourite isn’t because of the friends he has there, or the memories he’s collected during his life. It’s his favourite because he kind of works there. He’s earned more money there than at the other establishment, and this one is closer to his home.

From the outside, Old Glories looks like a fancy place to have a few drinks with your friends. It’s run by Kurogiri who welcomes you in politely and then offers you a variety of drinks.

Bakugou walks in, like every night, and nods to the bartender, who nods back at him. The blond walks up to the counter and orders a whisky. “Is the boss in?”

“He wants to talk to you.” Kurogiri answers back, placing a clean glass on the counter and throwing in some ice before turning around and grabbing the correct bottle.

“I heard.” Bakugou comments, looking around the regulars and winking at one of the women.

“He’s in a mood today.” The bartender mutters, pouring the whisky into the glass and sliding it over to the blond.

“It’s that bad, huh.” Bakugou chuckles, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a small sip of his drink. It’s strong but good; Kurogiri chose the most expensive whisky. Interesting.

The blond makes his way through the tables towards the private door next to the toilets. He gets his key out and enters the private rooms. To the regular customers and the odd newcomer, Old Glories is just a high-class bar. To the people that are in on the dark business that go on there, it’s a hideout for the League of Villains, of which Bakugou is a respectable member. He’s been a villain since he was fifteen.

The private rooms are no less fancy; with a huge lounge that’s always full of cigar smoke and the smell of expensive liquor and perfume, but the rooms above are even better. Bakugou’s got his own suite, which he seldom uses.

The blond sips on his beverage as he slips into the lounge. He sits on one of the leather sofas, spreading his legs wide and smirking at a few of the women that are hired to do a job he often solicits.

Two of the girls come over and sit next to him; the brunette wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her chest against him.

Dabi smirks at him as when he enters the room. If the blond has learnt anything in all his years as a villain, it’s that that’s never good news. The semi-charred young man strolls leisurely towards the sofa where Bakugou is sitting, but the blond pretends he doesn’t notice when he leans down and chuckles lightly into his ear.

“Boss wants to talk to you now.” The uncharacteristically silky voice almost makes the younger man shudder. It’s either that or the long strands or dark hair tickling his neck. Nevertheless, Bakugou pushes the other man away, replying with a grunt. He gets up, clicking his tongue as his joints pop. Since he’s going to have to face his boss, he decides to get it over with. On his way to his room he passes many of his villain peers. Their dark, dead eyes don’t haunt him anymore; he’s used to it, but he remembers what it was when he was first introduced to the League of Villains. He hadn’t been born a villain. He was scouted back in middle school, because he’d gained a little bit of a reputation for being more than just a prankster.

His name was spoken in fear by both his teachers and classmates. Exaggerated rumours of his endeavours had reached Dabi’s ears and of course the older teen had had to come see what Bakugou could do. And the blond blew his socks off. Quite literally, too, since he showed him exactly what his field of expertise was.

Explosions.

He’d had a passion for blowing things up since he was little, and had worked all his life in perfectionating his signature move, a homemade bomb he liked to call “The Howitzer Impact”. He’d of course been recruited immediately and with him being a naïve teenager, he’d agreed to join a gang of criminals. He was slowly introduced into the low life of crime. It had been petty things at first: a bit of thieving here and there, a fight and maybe a little bit of arson. But that soon escalated into bigger crimes, and before he knew it, Bakugou had killed over a hundred people.

The blond should feel bad he has so much dirty blood on his hands, but he really doesn’t care. It’s not like people matter to him anyway.

On his way to Shigaraki’s private room he passes his apprentice, Himiko Toga. She’s what Dabi calls an evil genius. She had quite literally been born to become a villain. Being the bastard child of two of the higher ups, she’d lived all her life in the League, being treated like any normal villain.

Bakugou thinks she became disturbed when she accidentally witnessed a murder when she was three that had led to her doing some pretty creepy things. When she was four, she slit her first throat. Oh, how proud she made her mummy and daddy.

She’d grown up to believe everything there. When she was ten, she became fascinated with Bakugou. He’s not sure if she genuinely liked him or if she just liked his style, but he took her in as an apprentice, teaching her how to create his homemade explosions. It’s only been a few years but she’s already very close to being better than him. Maybe he should feel admiration, but it borders more on jealousy.

Bakugou arranges his clothes begore going in his boss’ impressive room. It’s far bigger than the others and arranged with much more taste and style. Well, if you don’t count Shigaraki’s weird fascination with hands. He’s got hundreds of hands arranged all over his room, placed as if they’re statues or decoration. Bakugou’s pretty creeped out by them. He thinks – like many others – that they’re real; that they belong to people his boss has killed and decided to stuff them like some sort of trophy.

There are three huge sofas in a semicircle, surrounding a fake fireplace; a huge screen TV over it. It’s currently off, and if Bakugou’s honest, he’s never seen it on. But then again, he’s hardly ever been inside Shigaraki’s room.

The blond patiently waits until his boss motions him to sit, and he seats himself next to him in on the comfortable sofas and waits for the other to tell him why he’s there.

Shigaraki tilts his head, strands of blueish white hair falling over the mask he’s wearing. It’s also shaped like a hand, made to look like it’s severed and rotting. It looks real, at least from a distance. Many have speculated about the idea of it being from the first person he killed. It covers most of his face; leaving only his eyes visible.

“Who’s our enemy, Bakugou?” He asks, his fingers drumming over his crossed legs. The blond already knows his boss’ habit of never being still. He’s got to touch something to feel safe.

“The police.” He answers, watching his boss’ uneven nails drag over the skin of his arms, clawing up and down over the marks he left by doing that over and over until they bled.

“No. The vigilantes.” Shigaraki’s voice’s telling him he will not accept being contradicted. Not this time. They’re silent again.

“And do you know why?”

Bakugou moves his eyes from the blood now slowly oozing out of the new wounds he’s created on his dry skin. His gaze falls on the mask and his boss’ barely concealed eyes.

“No.” He does his best to not make it sound defiant.

“As villains, what we do is illegal. But, vigilantes… they’re illegal too. But they’re fighting the same war as the police, because they’re after us too.” He pauses and gets up, going around his room slowly. Bakugou watches as he paces around the place.

“As villains, we create crime, we create chaos. We want to see the world burn, want to make it burn. We want a shift in power. We want to rule the unrulable.” He continues, turning to look at the blond. He pauses again, as if he’s lost interest in their conversation. He finally focuses his attention back to his guest. “Do you know why I hate vigilantes so much?”

Bakugou just shakes his head.

“The vigilantes were created with the sole purpose of destroying us. I will not give them the satisfaction! We must destroy them first! Make them rue the day they decided to go against the League of Villains!” Shigaraki laughs, turning around and walking in the other direction. He stops in front of one of the hands he likes so much and picks it up, eyeing it carefully. He traces a finger over its knuckles, humming happily.

“There are so many vigilantes now. Like it’s a trend. We need to send a message. You know who we’re going to attack? The ones that started it all.” He weighs the hand statue in his palms before putting it back in its place. He walks back to the couch and lets his weight fall on it. “And do you know how we’re going to do this? We’re going to humiliate them. I want them to not expect us. I want them to think they can trust one of us, I want a villain to go undercover and I want them to gain their trust. They’re all about ideals and morals, so let’s trample all over them.”

He pauses again, tilting his head up slightly so that his gaze is fixed on Bakugou. The blond’s uncomfortable with the way the other is staring at him. Everything about what his boss has said is making him fidget.

“I’ve chosen you. You’re the perfect man for this job. I have full trust in you and your abilities. You’re quick, smart and resourceful, so if anything goes wrong, I know you’ll be able to get out of any tricky situation.”

Bakugou’s mouth flies open. His heart begins to race and he doesn’t know what to ask first. “Wha-what am I supposed to do?”

“Discover everything about them. Befriend them, make them trust you so they tell you their secrets. Let them tell you about every single little wannabe vigilante group out there, any solo vigilante that wants to cross us. We shall obliterate the whole lot of ‘em!” Shigaraki throws his head back and starts laughing maniacally.

Bakugou waits until his boss’ laughter has died down to ask more questions, but before he can open his mouth, the other man’s already spewing hateful and bitter comments about the vigilantes. “They think they’re so great. They think they can be on the other side of the law and still do what’s considered to be good? I piss on their ideals. They’re just as illegal as we are, but they’re seen as heroes. It’s sickening. I want to put them back in their place. I want to wreck them, ruin them. I want them to realise just what they are.”

“Who… just what… who do I have to befriend?”

“Those Riots. You know them? They’re all over the news. They wear colours and masks. I will bring them down. And you, Bakugou, you are my perfect pawn. You will bring them down. You will infiltrate the stupid vigilante group and you will gather as much information as you can. I want to know their names, their real names, where they live, what they do for a living. I need to know where their base is and what info they have on us.” There’s a maddening look in his eyes as he says all of this, and he’s increased the velocity at which he’s scratching at his bleeding wounds.

“You’ve got the wrong man for this job.” Bakugou snarls, trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“On the contrary.” Shigaraki shakes his head, finally leaving his arms alone. “I’ve got other people I trust, but there not as good as you. Twice and Dabi aren’t as smart or as resourceful. I bet you’ll have them fooled in no time, but anyone could see past them. Only you can do this, Bakugou.”

Ground Zero.

It’s a joke.

It’s an inside joke.

Maybe Bakugou would find it funny if he wasn’t being forced to do something he hates.

Ground Zero, the vigilante.

You know, like ground zero, the point on the surface of Earth that’s closest to a detonation.

Bakugou’s pretty sure he’s being treated as a joke.

Like he hasn’t given the organization over eight years of completely controlled explosions.

Yet he has to prove his worth by infiltrating a vigilante group.

Actually, no, he doesn’t need to prove anything. He’s already proved enough since he’s been put on this stupid mission.

Bakugou bitterly thinks that maybe he should’ve never been that good at his job.

 They’ve prepared an attack to a set of buildings to introduce him. Bakugou knows when all of it is going to happen, he just has to make sure he doesn’t get there too early and spoil the plan.

Dressed in the outfit they prepared for him and putting a mask to conceal his identity on, he sets off a little after eight at night, when he knows they’re going to start their usual chaos. He can see the smoke in the air as he approaches the area they attacked. He knows that’s Dabi’s work before he sees the blue flames artificially created by the chemistry genius he’s known for almost ten years.

He hears people screaming and he jumps in, ready to save everyone in need. It feels weird to be on the other side of the chaos, and it almost doesn’t sit well with him.

The blond picks a girl up in his arms and hoists her onto his back before screaming at her to stop yelling so incessantly. She’s terrified, screaming for her brother and the only way Bakugou has of calming her down is by promising he’d find him. Only then does she let up.

He takes her to an ambulance and is quickly looked over by the nurse.

“Another so-called hero, huh?” She mutters as she helps him get the injured girl onto a stretcher.

It’s funny just how wrong she is. Bakugou doesn’t answer. Instead, he runs back into the mess of fire and debris that’s eating the buildings alive. He’s searching for the little boy based on the description the girl gave him. He finds him, crushed under a lot of rubble, with bad burns and bleeding. He holds him tightly as he takes him back to his sister, watching as the life slowly seeps out of him. They don’t reach her in time, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful that the kid died in his arms so that she didn’t get to see him draw his last breath.

He hands the body over to a paramedic, who tries to resuscitate him with no luck. Bakugou’s forced to tell the girl the bad news. When she starts crying, he doesn’t know what to do. For once in his life, his first instinct is to console her, so he pulls her in a tight hug and she just sobs on his shoulder until she pulls away. He tells her to let the paramedics take a look at her and walks off, feeling terrible.

He only manages to walk twenty paces before he empties his stomach. Trembling and with his heart beating erratically, he wipes his mouth with his sleeve and tries to run to one of the buildings still on fire. It’s when he sees them. The Riots. They’re all colour coded, and the blond thinks they look ridiculous, like they’re not even trying to be heroes but they’re posing as if they were, all high and mighty.

Bakugou shakes his feelings off and jumps inside a flaming building. He’s not a fireman, he’s not a policeman, he’s not anyone special, and he’s definitely never done this before. He’s well-built and strong, having been working out for years hoping to get a body he’d be proud of, but he’s never tested his endurance like right now. Before he knows it, he’s being aided by a tall man, dressed in a particularly strange outfit. Bakugou knows it’s one of the Riots and tries to stop himself from snarling whenever he looks at him.

The man next to him smiles brilliantly at him, and greets him with a gentle “need some help moving the rubble?”

“I think someone’s trapped underneath.” Bakugou mutters, trying his hardest to force himself to be somewhat nice since he’s got to gain his trust and infiltrate his group, and he can only do that by being nice.

The man in red is amazingly strong, lifting debris like it weighs nothing. Like Bakugou, he’s wearing a mask to conceal his features, but his is crimson, like the rest of his ridiculous outfit.

Grumbling slightly, the blond starts imitating him, both calling to see if there is actually someone underneath. A weak voice answers them, and the man next to him quickly soothes him and calms him down with expertly practiced words.

This vigilante knows what he’s doing. Bakugou should be impressed, but he isn’t; he knows most of what his group’s been doing has been foiled by this precise man, and that thought makes him snarl.

They manage to save the person that was trapped and they both help take them to the ambulance. They hear familiar sirens which indicate the arrival of the police. The paramedic taking care of the injured person they just brought politely thanks them for their hard work and looks at them with a sad look on her face before warning them that they should leave.

With everything going on the blond feels a little overwhelmed. He knows he should try to talk to the vigilante in red, but his energy is drained, and he doesn’t really want to have to waste what little of it he has left on introducing himself to his enemy. Luckily, the other man does all the work for him. Patting Bakugou’s back and with a smile on his face, the redhead meets him with a friendly tone. “Is this your first day?”

The blond shrugs his shoulders lightly, brushing him off. “Yeah.”

“You did well.”

He almost bites back at the comment. He’d held the dying body of a child and had then had to tell his sister about it. For the first time in his life he felt responsible for someone’s death, which was strange. He’s sure his explosions have caused many, many more, yet the thought of killing anyone has never made him feel like it does right now.

And he’d never before emptied his stomach at the idea.

The redhead must have noticed the change in his face.

“It gets better.” The other man says, trying, for some absurd reason, to lift Bakugou’s spirits. The blond doesn’t need that, he doesn’t need him.

He’s about to leave, just like that woman suggested, when the other pauses, a frown on his face. “Hey… that paramedic is right, we should get going. They don’t like us interfering with ‘their work’. Uhm… wanna… come to ours? Have some tea? Meet the rest of the crew?”

Bakugou just wants to bath and wash the soot away, maybe light a cigarette and let the filthy taste of nicotine take him away, but he knows he can’t pass up this opportunity.

Warily, he nods briefly, and the smile the redhead flashes back at him takes him aback completely. It’s so pure and natural. He’s so used to lips curling up in twisted glee, to voices full of sickening demands and commands; this man’s unadulterated selflessness and joy strike him as odd.

The redhead grips his hand – yes, his bloody, sweaty, cut hand – and guides him through the rubble, chatting amiably about this and the other. Bakugou is so confused he can hardly concentrate on all the jibber jabber. He frowns when the man in red waves at a distant figure all in yellow and hurriedly takes him to it.

“Look! It’s a new vigilante!”

“Sweet!” This new man grins, flashing another sunny smile at Bakugou. “What’s your name?”

“Ground Zero.”

The man in yellow frowns at him, but there’s still a trace of a loopy grin on his face as he does. His blond hair has a dash of black dyed to look like a lightning bolt and he’s wearing a choker and a mask just like his friend’s but in yellow. He’s small and light, so skinny it’s kind of weird. Bakugou’s first impression of him is that he looks stupid and acts like a petulant child.

“I think I’ve heard that term before…” He cocks his head to the side comically, trying to think hard it seems. “I’m Yellow Riot!”

“Oh yeah!” The other turns around to – again – smile effortlessly at Bakugou. “I’m Red Riot! I’m looking forward to working with you in the future.”

“Dude, he’s got to meet the rest of the Riots!”

So Bakugou is dragged along by the big redheaded man as the two Riots chat to each other, as if they hadn’t been spending a large portion of the night rescuing people from burning rubble.

The other people he meets are pretty much as weird as the first two are. They all have matching costumes and masks, but in different colours. A girl with curly, dyed pink hair greets him enthusiastically, almost throwing herself on him. She’s chirpy and energetic, and she seems to get along very well with Red Riot.

The other girl there has a bob haircut, dark with purple highlights. She has big gauges and seems to permanently have a pair of earphones with her. Her tongue is pierced, but he only noticed when she spoke to him. She’s extremely short, to the point that he finds it cute.

Black Riot seems unimpressed by him being there. He’s lanky and has short black hair. Bakugou can’t really think of any other way to describe him.

Red Riot looks amazing next to these extras. He’s big and bulky and very strong. He’s obviously dyed his hair red, but it suits him. It makes his already very bright smile shine brighter, forcing the blond to catch a glimpse of his insanely sharp teeth every time he shoots him a grin.

He doesn’t doubt that the others are strong, but they’re nothing compared to this man. Bakugou doesn’t want to admit it, but his heart does something weird every time he glances at him. He’s just so attractive he finds it hard to look away from him. That and the fact that he seems so positive, so happy. It’s like he’s drawn to him, but he doesn’t want to fight it.

“Us vigilantes need to stick together.” Red Riot says, patting his back strongly before walking forward, leading the way.

“Yeah!” The pink-haired girl screams in agreement.

As they walk to what Bakugou hopes is the vigilantes’ base, the redhead maintains a conversation with him. “The police aren’t doing enough, and the villains’ schemes are escalating. People are dying while the police just turn a blind eye. It’s disgusting.”

“We need all the help we can get.” Pink Riot nods enthusiastically. “I’m happy to see someone else is trying to make the world a better place!”

 Their ‘base’ as they called it looks like an abandoned warehouse. It’s big, with walls made out of concrete and sloppily painted over in white. It must have been an old job, since the colour has faded and is mostly grey – it’s that dirty.

Inside the place it’s pretty cold, yet somehow strangely cosy. There are two fake leather couches facing each other in the ample main room, both a boring dark brown. Between the two sofas there’s a glass coffee table, stacked full of a mixture of mugs, games, books and empty wrappers. Bakugou scrunches his nose at the sight but is forced to sit down on one of the settees; Red Riot seating himself next to him.

Purple Riot offers him some coffee and he agrees as politely as he can. He’s a bit spooked out by how friendly they all seem. In his experience, that isn’t a good sign. But he guesses they aren’t like any of the people he’s ever met, and he knows he shouldn’t have his guard up, but he can’t help it.

Pink Riot is trying especially hard to get him to talk, but Red Riot somehow notices how off he looks and asks her to calm down, to give him some space.

“It’s your first time saving someone, isn’t it?” Purple Riot passes him a mug full of coffee and Bakugou nods, tired. She raises an eyebrow as she asks if he smokes.

“Sometimes.”

She grabs the packet of cigarettes from the coffee table and offers it to him but moves it away from his reach when his hand gets close enough to it.

“We can’t smoke inside. Come to the back door with me and I’ll treat you to one.”

Groaning, he lifts himself from the couch and follows her as she leads him to the backdoor. Outside she gestures to the vast open field in front of them and asks him if he finds it nice. He grunts noncommittally and she laughs, putting a fag in her mouth.

“Why’d you try your luck at being a vigilante?” She asks as she hands him the cigarette pack. He grabs one and wraps his lips around it, revelling in the taste of tobacco. It’s been some time, he’ll admit it, but he needs it now more than ever. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a worse day.

“I was… tired of my old life.” Well, it’s not a lie. It’s just not the complete truth, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Tired of being a nobody?” Purple Riot asks, inhaling a long puff from her cigarette.

Bakugou wants to scoff at those words. He’s the best at exploding things, but it’s not like he can say it aloud. “I’m not a nobody.” He ends up telling her instead, a smug smirk on his face. “I’m a great fucking cook.”

“Oh.” She raises an eyebrow again, lowering her cigarette as she speaks. “You a professional chef or something? Should I have seen you on TV?”

He laughs, he genuinely does. She’s an interesting character. It looks like he’ll like more than just her hairstyle and punk rock vibe.

“Those fuckers wish. But no, I ain’t famous. Not really my style.”

“What is your style then? You certainly look like a flashy person.”

“It’ll be annoying to be famous.” He blows smoke out of his mouth, purposely avoiding her face as he does.

“So what do you want out of life?”

“Have you never been tired of your life? Before this, I did the same thing every day. I needed something different, a change. I needed some excitement. Not knowing if I’m going to die or not. Maybe that’s what gets me so pumped up.”

“You’re a strange one.” She smiles, and it seems sincere. Not like she has any reason to doubt him.

“So, what about you? Why are you risking your life?” He finishes his cigarette and throws the butt away.

“I try to forget that last bit.” She says, shaking her head. She inhales again, closing her eyes as she does. “It’s… complicated, but my reasons are more altruistic than yours.”

“You calling me selfish?”

“There’s nothing wrong with your reasoning. In fact, I understand where you come from. You’re young, you’re reckless, I get it. I just don’t think that way.”

“You’d rather kill yourself slowly.” He agrees, smirking. He leans in, looking into her defiant eyes as he steals another cigarette from her. “I kind of get that too.”

“You’re kind of arrogant.” She notes, grabbing another one for herself before finally putting the packet in her pocket. “I don’t dislike it, though.”

They’re silent for a while, and he tries to get rid of this strange new sensation that has developed since he started this conversation with her. He hums as he slowly drinks his coffee and smokes.

“How was your first day?” She asks, turning to look at him again.

“I threw up.”

“Huh.”

“Whatcha mean ‘huh’?”

“Nothing. Just found it funny.”

“Found what funny?”

“So did Yellow Riot. And Red Riot, but he’s got a weak stomach, so he doesn’t really count.”

“Someone died in my arms. I would think that’s a normal response.”

“The same happened with Red Riot on his first day.”

“And… Yellow Riot? God these names are stupid. Am I supposed to talk about you like this?”

“For now, yes. It’s only until we’re comfortable having you around.”

“So, it’s a sort of test.”

“I guess it is.”

“Anyway! Yellow Riot. Why’d he vomit?”

“He saw a lot of blood. He’s not good with blood.”

“Why’s he a vigilante then?”

“To impress the ladies. His words, not mine.”

“Oh.” Bakugou finishes his cigarette and smirks, catching something in her eyes. “You like him.”

“He’s a close friend of mine.”

“You like him as more than a friend.”

She raises both her eyebrows this time, but there’s a playful smirk on her face as she shakes her head.

“Does he know?” Bakugou asks, strangely interested in these people he barely knows. Maybe it’s because of that.

Before she can answer – and he was sure it was going to get interesting – Yellow Riot opens the back door and walks towards them.

“Gimme a smoke.” He says, spreading his hand out. She rolls her eyes but places the packet in his palm. “Thanks. So, what’re talkin’ ‘bout?”

“About how he’s a daredevil.” She responds casually, a smirk on her face as she eyes Bakugou, awaiting his reaction. “And how I like that about him.”

He knows she’s playing a game, and that he’s being used as a pawn, but he finds it interesting.

“What?” Yellow Riot sounds unimpressed, obviously unaware of their plan. “So that’s why you’re into this vigilante thing? You get off on the idea of dying or something?”

“Sort of.” Bakugou mutters, playing along.

“Wow. And I thought I was into some kinky shit.”

“You are into some kinky shit.” She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“And you don’t know the half of it!” He beams.

They’re silent again, and by the look of things, Purple Riot doesn’t like that it’s turned out like this. She goes back to openly eyeing him up and down, smirking as she does.

“You’re really handsome. Anyone ever tell you that?” She says. It takes Bakugou a lot to not spit the coffee straight into her face when he hears her words, but instead he calmly answers her, grinning arrogantly.

“I get it a lot.” He leans forwards a bit and makes sure not to break eye contact, no matter how interested he is in watching how Yellow Riot reacts.

“Oh, cocky, too. I like that.” She comes closer to him, and they’re barely inches apart. He licks his lower lip slowly, putting on as much of a show as he can.

Yellow Riot clears his throat awkwardly and puts the cigarette out. “I… I gotta go. See you.” He turns and heads for the door, unaware that he’s being watched.

Once the door’s closed behind him, she sighs, dejected. “He still won’t do anything!” She groans, leaning away from him.

“You do something about it then.” Bakugou snorts, rolling his eyes and finishing his coffee. “Or what, you want to be wooed by him or something?”

“No, I just… I’m not convinced he likes me. But you were a great help. And that was a lot of fun, too.” She leans in again and whispers a word in his ear. “Jirou.”

She smiles at him as she leans back and turns around, skipping happily towards the door.

“What?”

“My name!” She yells at him, opening the backdoor and entering the building again.

Bakugou sighs, and his smile finally wears off. He remembers who he is and what his mission is. But he can’t deny he had fun playing around with them.

It’s weird, he’s never experienced anything like that before. All his interactions had been with cokeheads or people drunk on crime and money. It feels weird to actually be talking to normal humans.

He shakes his head, trying to get rid of how strange it is. He’s about to head back when he hears the door open again, but this time Red Riot comes out.

The redhead walks over to where he is and smiles at him.

Bakugou blames the adrenaline. He blames how that day has made him weak, because the ample grin on the man makes his heart stop for like a second. And that can’t be real.

There’s no way.

“How’re you doing?” The man asks him.

“I don’t know.” And he’s not lying. It’s a lot of information to take in, a lot of new people and things.

“My first day was really rough.” Red Riot says, looking off into the distance, his expression unreadable. “Someone died in my arms. A man, about forty years old. He asked me to find his wife and tell her he loved her.”

Bakugou’s silent as he watches the other, his gaze on the stars in the sky.

“I’ll never forget that moment. I’ll never forget anything about everyone I wasn’t able to save. But… I’ll never stop doing this. I like giving people a second chance at life. I’m sad when I can’t give them that.”

“What… what happened with that man? Did you tell his wife?”

Red Riot turns around to look at him, and there’s a deep sadness in his eyes.

“I tried. I went to the police when I could. I tried asking for his name, even explained why I needed to know. No luck. I personally never got to inform the wife. I just hope someone I’d told got to tell her.”

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mumbles, his gaze turning to the floor.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too. I wish I’d done more.”

“There’s nothing you could’ve done. You did your best.”

“My best wasn’t enough. Thanks, anyway. I just wanted to tell you that… first days are rough, but I hope it doesn’t discourage you. It’s worth it.”

“Someone died in my arms today, too.”

Red Riot does something he wasn’t expecting him to do, and he feels warm hands bring him into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” The man whispers, cuddling him.

Bakugou doesn’t pull back. He can’t. It feels nice to be embraced, especially after the day he’s had. Plus, who knows how long it’s been since he was last hugged. He feels tears threaten to burst out of him, but he stops them with his will. There’s no way he’s going to cry in front of this complete stranger.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Let it out if you need.” Red Riot cradles him, rubbing his back soothingly.

The only thing the blond can think is how the fuck are they in that situation and why doesn’t he will his body to move away from the other man.

[enelieslopez1992]

MY SECOND DRAFT OF MY DIGITAL LIFE.....

   There are many types of sexual assaults. First, contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. Falling under the definition of sexual assault are sexual activities such as fondling or unwanted touching, forced sexual intercourse, forcible sodomy, child molestation, incest, and attempted rape. Six years ago, I was sexually assaulted on my way home. That night, my life changed in many ways due to that moment of panic which happened the day of my birthday.

  On my 20thbirthday, I had to experience a horrible sexual assault. I would never have guessed that something like that was going to happen to me neither on my birthday. Men knows women are vulnerable and sometimes can defend themselves from actions like that. At 11:30 PM, I was walking home alone from school. Since it was late night and a rainy day the streets were empty. I was walking home, and I can say I was scared of being walking alone cause as women we know we can be in danger. Sometimes, we know being a woman and walking alone late night can be danger. We know something can happen to us because we watch the news and we see how sexual harassment, sexual assault and others sexual issues takes place in different ways every single day.

  When a woman is sexual assaulted, she can go through a traumatic process of being scared and thinking that can happen again. As I was on my way home from school, I was crossing the parking side which is before my house. The parking was already close which means the area was empty without any employees to observe the area around. As I started approaching the parking side, I saw three young brown skin boys following me from the train station. I knew they came from the train station because I saw them there when I got out from the train. They were looking at me, but I thought that was normal cause I was looking pretty that night. It was my birthday, and I was on my way home from school. My cousins were home waiting for me to go out that night. I know when we dress sexy men are a threat for us, but we have the right to feel free and protect.

    I was like how this is happening to me. Today, my birthday and I have to face this sexual assault arriving home. The three guys touched my body including intimate parts of my body. I was trying to hit them and run away, but they were three and I didn’t have the power to fight the three of them. I was screaming and pushing them away, I even started cursing them and screaming as loud as I could. They tried to put me down on the sidewalk so they could rape me. Fortunately, there was one neighbor passing by and saw what was happening. As I said above, I was going to be rape one block away from home. I was near home and that happened crossing the parking side which was located in front of my building.

  The man who helped me with the guys who wanted to rape told me to run away fast. I was so scared, but I ran and fortunately got inside my building. I saw how the man who helped were fighting with them. He took his belt from his pants and started hitting them. As I took the elevator to go upstairs to my apartment, I opened the door crying and went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to run back downstairs and kill them all. I was in panic but very angry and feeling impotent of being a woman and not a man as them. My family noticed and saw my face when I ran to get a knife in the kitchen and sked me what happened to me. I told them I was going to be rape by three guys downstairs and lucky a man helped me out. The man who helped me lived in the third floor of the building and knew my family from a long time. He went to my house the next and told my aunt who was home what happened to me. he explained my family those guys were in drugs and were very bad. He told me to stop walking around that area every day. He told me to take a taxi instead of walking late night.

  I went to the police station to give the details of what had happened to me the night before on my way home from school. I was so scared, but I had to do something about that because I didn’t want to see those guys anymore. When I left the police station and went home, the man who helped me to scape from that horrible moment was in my house talking to my father. He told me he was being followed by the same guys who wanted to rape me the night begore. He said they were following him on his way to his job. He related “They were more than last night, and I think they wanted to take revenge because I stopped them from raping you last night.”

I said inside myself, poor man he doesn’t deserve all this. He is a good person, and he just tried to help me from being rape. Also, I could be his own daughter and that’s why he helped me.

   The police station was investigating, but if I relate what happened to me four months later you won’t believe it. In fact, the same guys who tried to rape me sexually assaulted again on my way home. It seemed to be they knew the time I used to walk to get home from school. They knew everything and that was horrible cause I was on danger. The second time they sexual assaulted they were walking in the other side of the street. When they saw me, they knew and noticed I was scared. Then, they grabbed their dicks and screamed to me “This is for you, Spanish bitch.” I looked at them even though I was scared. As there was a lot of cars passing by including taxis, I stopped one and asked it to take me home. when I got home, I was furious and impotent once again. The same shit happened to me again and the police can’t even find them on the streets. This is happening again and again I said to my father. Now, I can’t even walk through the streets during night time because I think they are following me.

   Every time I walk through the streets, I observe everything around to make sure nobody is following. Now, I can’t close my eyes while walking out there. That horrible moment which happened twice in the past impacted me. That was traumatic and hard to overcome, I even started hating black people but then I learned no everyone is bad as them. There are good people out there and many of them have a great heart. I just can’t thrust when I walk through the streets.

   The other, I was watching the news because a woman got rape when she was on her way home crossing through the park late night. They interviewed some women asking them why the area isn’t safe anymore and they said “It's not even an option. I can't go running by myself at night. Especially over the bridge. I could get attacked. I could be raped. So many things could happen. So many things that men never even have to consider.” This some of the things that as women we are scared to do because we know we are in danger sometimes. One year after, I got married and moved to Brooklyn. I was so happy I didn’t have to live in Jamaica Center Queens anymore. I knew I wasn’t going to see those guys who tried to rape me anymore. I was totally happy about that. Thanks to God I got rid of that.

[cursed-saphire-hart]

The Four Horsemen and The Girl with Ruby Eyes.

@blotink @croctus @supernaturalcakes @avoidghost

Title: The Four Horsemen and The Woman with Ruby Eyes Pairing: N/A Chapter: N/A Category: N/A Au: Four Horseman Word Count: 2,408 Rating: Summary:

Once upon an authum eve, two young teenaged girls were playing in the leaves with they're black dog. The lives they lived were modest, and they wanted for nothing as they went about theyre time carefree.

It was than they were approuched by a beautful young woman, and the two were mesmerizes by eyes of firy ruby. She was dressed in a fine black gown and she spoke with a gentle voice, and a kind smile, "I need your help," she said as the girls listened, "You two will be my messengers, and I need you to choose my Horsemen for me." And she held out four small boxes, one was white, another one red, the third one black, and the last a pale grey, all four branded with four symbols. "Give these boxes to four generals of your choosing, and they will be my horsemen."

Without question each girl took two boxes, than the woman laid gentle hands upon their shoulders, "Do this task, and you and your parents will be safe under my care." The two agreed and they were both given gifts of theyre own, one was given a black plush goat, and the youngest was given a white lamb, which they accepted happily.

"These gifts will protect you, and will ne your link to me, keep them with you always."

With that, the woman walked away as a black car drove up to take her away, but before the door closed, she offered her hand once more, silently inviting the two inside.

The two girls climbed inside followed by their black dog, and it was than, in the darkness of the vehicle, they saw the womans violet horns and under her the heam of her dress where black cloven hooves. But still, the girls had no fear for her, they instead saw her as an old friend who had asked them a simple favor.

...

Miles away, in a quiet town, a young man walked out to the front steps of the church he worshipped at. He had finishes his shift at the hospital, and had decided to visit the church for a bit, but it would seem that the reverand forgot to unlock the doors again.

As he sat on the steps, it was than he noticed a young girl standing before him at the bottom of the steps, her forest green eyes staring up at him from where she stood as still as a statue, holding a white lamb. He didnt recognize her, and she couldn't be more that 12 years old. Being a small town, he knew everyone, but he didn't know this girl.

"Hello?" He greeted unsure, it was rather late at night for a girl so young to be out so late. When the girl instead gripped her lamb tighter, the young man stood up and walked down the stepped to her. "Are you alright dear? Do you need help?" Being a nurse, he couldnt help but feel the need to aid someone in trouble.

"Where are your parents?" He knelt down slowly to her level, she was so tiny, "Are you lost?" Without anwsering, the girl held out a white box to him. The young man took the box curiously, hoping it might hold a clue to atleast who her parents were. But if he had known, he would have never opened it.

Once the box was opened, the seal was broken, and a white mist poured out of the box and into the mouth of the young man. Despite dropping the box nor the chokes and gags he let out as he grasped his throat, the mist continued to flow into him without hesitation, and his body was frozen in place.

Soon the mist completely disappeared into him, and his arms fell to his sides, his mouth closing, and the girl picked up the fallen box. As the white haired man held out his hand to her, the girl pulled out the platium ring from its case, she than slipped the ring onto his index finger. Once it was firmly in place, a circle with a cross through it was burned into his skin on the back of his hand, and on the ring his name was engraved into the metal.

Soon the black car drove up again, as silently as before, the car door opened, and out stepped another girl, who than stepped aside for the woman to be visible, though staying within the silhouette of the shadows, the woman's ruby eyes glowing within the dark.

The young man knelt before her, bowing his head, "You are my first general, The White Horseman of Conquest," she stated, "You will be one of four to lead mine and fathers army. Do you accept this despite worshipping in the house of god?"

"Yes, I serve you." He agreed, and with that, he extended his hand to the girl next her him as thunder boomed above, "Come," he said to her and she took his hand, following him back into the car before the door closed behind them, his silver rosary left behind as they drove away.

It was time to find the second horseman.

...

He had been working on his bike all night, for some reason he couldn't find out why it wouldn't run, nothing seemed to be wrong with it in the first place. Yet it wouldn't run, like it didn't want to go anywhere, it just stopped all of a sudden, causing the man to drag his bike into an abandoned chop shop.

"What is wrong with this thing? It was running smoothly a minute ago..." the red eyed man turned slightly to grab another tool from a rusted tool box he had found, than he noticed her standing only a foot away. The girl seemed to be atleast 13, in one hand she held a black goat, and sudden appearance caused the mutant man to stumble backward. He hadnt even heard her walk up, much less know where she could have possibly come from. He had closed and locked the doors. Yet all the same, there the girl was, staring at him with stoic amber eyes.

"Um... how did... where did you come from..?" He asked still baffled as he sat up straight, but the girl didnt speak, she merely held put a red box to him. "Well this is a new one..." he stated taking the box from the girl, "Why are giving this to me?" He asked, but again, she didn't anwser, so curiously, the red eyed man opened it.

And the second seal was broken.

A red smoke flowed from the box, and entered the man, and no matter how he tried to stop it, or close his mouth, the smoke didn't stop until it emptied from the box.

Once the smoke disappeared, the girl took the box back, and took out a red rungest metal ring. The man slipped off his glove and offered his hand to the girl, and she slipped it onto his middle finger.

Once in place, a pair of crossing swords were burned onto the back of hand, and the band of the ring was branded with his name. The girl took his hand, and walked him to the garage door which opened without needing her assistance, revealing the black car, the door opened and the younger girl stepped out still hugging her white lamb.

"You are my second general," the woman state from where she sat, as the man knelt begore her bowing his head, "The Red Horseman of War, and you will be the second of four to lead Hells army, do you accept?"

A large grin spread across his face as he liften his head, "Yes, sounds like a riot."

The woman chuckled.

"Well than, how about we wake of your stead than," with a snap of her clawed fingers, and with that the bike roared to life, driving itself up to the red horseman.

The man chuckled excitedly and climbed onto his bike before offering the back of the seat to the younger girl who gave him the ring, and she climbed on.

The door to the car closed, before the two vehicles drove off leaving trails of fire in they wake as they spead down the street.

But this did not go unnoticed, and soon they were pressured, but despite the hero's attempts to keep up with them, the car and the following man on the motorbike disappeared as though they were never there in the first place.

...

The psyche ward was closed, all the patients in they're rooms, and some staff making rounds to ensure they stayed there.

He had just finished a full circle around one section and while on his way to the next, he saw a the young girl standing there in the middle of the hall. The first thing he noticed was that she wasn't wearing the clothes patients were given, the second was that there shouldn't have been any possible was for her to be there, on the third floor while visiting hours were over.

"Hey, your not suppost to be in here," the green eyed man said walking up to her, "How did you even get in here?" He asked as he reached out to grab her, he needed to take her to the security office, this wasnt a place for a child.

The girl instead held out a black box, but instead of taking the box, he took her by the wrist and tried to radio it in, but there was no reply, he than walked her to the front desk of that floor, only to find no one was there. So instead of running around looking for someone, he tried to call the security office, but found the line was dead.

He than tried to take her to the elevator, but his key card didn't work, all the while, she kept trying to give him the box.

Eventually he sat at the front desk waiting for someone to come around to lend a hand. As he sat there, the girl set the box on the desk and pushed it over to him. Raising a brow, the man finally took it, "Ok.. don't know why your giving this-" once her opened it the third seal broke, and out of the boke pouting a thick black smoke which forced it's way into him.

The girl took the box from him as the smoke disappeared, and she took out a black steal ring. The green eyed man gave her his hand, and the black band was slipped onto his ring finger. One in place, on his hand a symbol resembling a scale, with one side tilted futher up than the other, and the ring was branded with his name like the others.

He took the girl's hand and the two made their way to the 1st floor, anyone who tried to stop them were thrown to the ground without him needing to lay a hand on them.

Even the guards could do nothing when the two passed by them.

Waiting for them infront of the building was the black car and the red horseman on his bike.

The door opened, and he knelt before the woman as she spoke, "You are my third general, the third of four horsemen," she told him, "The Black Horseman of Famine, and you will help lead the army of Hell, do you accept?"

"I accept," he agreed standing up, a soon the older girl stepped out offering him a bottle if wine, which he accept happily before climbing into the car.

Now there was only one horseman left to find.

...

The only sounds in the room was the sound of fingers tapping at computer keys as he continued his little hacking project.l, occasionally checking his multiple computer monitors, but in a split second, every single one started to glitch and show nothing but black and white snow before they shut off completely. "What the hell!?" He shouted both stunned and irritated. The hooded young man stood up to go check the breaker box, but when he opened the door to the room, there stood the older girl.

Like before, she offered him the grey box, but instead of taking it, the young man stepped passed her, a bit to focused on getting his computer to work to question where she came from.

But the girl followed him quietly as he sped walked down the hall way. All the while as he tried to fix the problem, the girl kept offering him the box, and no matter what he tried, his computers wouldnt turn back on.

"God what is wrong with these-ACK! Ow!" She had thrown the box at his head to get his attention on it, "Goddamnit you have a strong arm..." he groaned picking up the box, "What's so important about this...?" He asked opening it, and the fourth seal was broken as a grey fog flooded out and into the hooded man, dropping the box as it did.

The girl picked up the box a once it was empty of fog, took out the last ring, and placed the silver band on his pinkie.

The symbol that burned his skin was a black skull as his name engraved istead on the ring.

"You could have just told me to open it..." he sighed following the girl outside.

Like before, the car was waiting for them, and the last rider knelt before the woman with red eyes, "You are my final general, the Pale Horseman of Death," she told him smiling, "You will help lead mine and fathers army, do you accept this?"

"Not really an offer I can refuse...."

And with that he climbed inside the car.

All four riders were chosen, whether it was fate or at random, it didnt matter. Each one was given a weapon and a few task to fufill before the battle could begin. Spread chaos and destruction, help the lambs to break the seals when the conditions were favourable, and to be wary of the two witnesses chosen to be heavens champions in the battle of good and evil.

As the grown ups talked the two girls played with the dolls they had been given, oblivious to what they had helped start.

[elvendara]

WILL THeY BE OK? DamIt YOU LITTWRLY GUESSED IT BEGOR I COULD THINK IT NOW I NEED TO KNOW

Get ready for some feels anon!

They sat in silence all the way to Yoosung’s apartment.Yoosung curled in on himself, guilt eating him up. He couldn’t even look atSaeran. Saeran hadn’t spared him any details about Rika’s last moments. It hurthim that Rika had suffered, and it hurt him that Saeran was responsible. Howcould he love them both? He felt that he had to choose one to love and one tohate. His head was full of confusion and contradictions.

“Are you getting out?” Saeran asked.

“Huh?” Saeran had come to a stop in front of his building,the car still running. He looked straight ahead, emotionless. “You’re notcoming up?”

Saeran sighed, “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”

“Are you angry with me?” Yoosung asked, tears in his eyes.

“You need time Yoosung. I know there are too many thingsrolling around in your head, things I don’t understand. Maybe I need time, timeto accept your feelings.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, damn it Yoosung. I don’t…I…how can you love thatmonster?” Saeran’s jaw clenched and he tried to keep the tears that threatenedto fall from escaping.

“She was my cousin, I know everything she did, I never saidshe didn’t deserve to pay for her crimes. But there was a different side to heras well. A side that she showed me, I looked up to her, I wanted to be her, shehelped so many…” Saeran slammed his fists on the steering wheel, turning to Yoosung,his eyes overflowing with tears and blazing.

“That was a lie! Everything that she showed you was a lieYoosung. While she was throwing those parties, while she was helping all thosepeople, while she was pretending to be such a selfless, wonderful person, shewas using me! I was just a kid Yoosung, she was supposed to protect me, she wassupposed to make my life better. Instead, she poisoned me. She poisoned mylife, she poisoned my mind. She made me hate the only family I had, my brother.She tortured me, she twisted my mind into something unrecognizable. And…and…Ican never escape it, because every time I look in the mirror the reminder isthere. That was her gift to me!” he was screaming, spit foaming around hismouth, teeth grinding painfully. “And if that wasn’t enough, she whored me out!Your precious idol used my body to gain new followers and their money. So tellme, why…WHY?!” he thrust himself towards Yoosung on the passenger side which madeYoosung fall back and slam into the door.

“Saeran…I…I know, but…”

“V wasn’t any better! He let her do it. But him…him you haveno problem hating, but not because of what he let happen to me, but because ofwhat you thought he did to HER! Turns out she did a good job poisoning him aswell!”

“I…Saeran…I’m…” he tried to reach out to Saeran, but Saeranshrank away from his touch violently.

“Get out!”

Yoosung’s body went cold, his heart bursting at those words.“What?” he gasped.

“Get the fuck out!” Saeran reached across Yoosung and openedthe door, swinging it open and unbuckling him from his seat.

“Saeran! Don’t do this, please.”

“Get out, before I do or say something I’ll regret.” His voicewas low, Yoosung could see that he was trying very hard to keep his anger incheck. It would be no use talking to him like this. But if he left, wouldSaeran ever see him again? He’d have to right? A mate to a werewolf couldn’tjust be thrown away, could they? He gulped, clutching at his chest and steppedout of the car. As soon as he was clear Saeran stepped on the gas and peeledaway, the door closing from the momentum.

Yoosung watched until he could no longer see the car thenfell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. His chest hurt, his heart broken,the lungs unable to contain new air. His breathing was heavy, a river fallingfrom his eyes. Snot ran out of his nose and spittle from his mouth. He tried desperatelyto inhale, but his body was not cooperating. He felt like he was going to die.Saeran was gone.

……………………………………………………………………

Only Jumin, Yoosung, Zen and Jaehee attended thefuneral. They had decided not to let Rika’s family know, they had alreadymourned her loss. True to his word, Jumin had Rika buried next to V. Yoosunghad no more tears left, his eyes were dry. He felt the loss of his cousin allover again, but now he had a perspective that had not been there the firsttime. He glanced at V’s headstone, wondering at the fact that he no longerhated him. He understood now why V had done what he did. It was stupid, heshould have told the RFA what was happening and maybe they could have savedSaeran sooner. What did any of it matter now. Their choices had ended themhere, underground, alone. He didn’t want that for himself.

He hadn’t seen or spoken to Saeran in almost twomonths. Saeyoung said he had locked himself in his room mostly, coming out toeat or run, usually alone. Yoosung was desperate but didn’t know what to do. Shouldhe confront him? Or let him come to him?

They were heading back to the cars, Yoosung with hishead down, watching the rocky path beneath his feet. Zen nudged him and hestopped to look up at him. But Zen was looking to his left, he pointed with hischin to direct Yoosung’s attention that way. On a gently sloped mound Saeranstood, leaning against the single tree planted at the top. He was too far awayto see his face, and he was under the shadow of the large tree, but he washere. Yoosung could breathe again.

“Want us to wait for you?” Zen asked.

“No, I’ll be fine, you go on ahead.”

“Alright, text me if you need a ride though.”

“Sure.” Yoosung absently agreed, walking towardsSaeran.

“Hi.” He said lamely when he reached him, afraid tolook him in the eyes. He put his hands in his pocket and fidgeted, moving fromfoot to foot.

Saeran pushed off the tree and moved to stand in frontof Yoosung. He also stuck his hands in his pocket to keep them from wringing orpicking at the hem of his shirt.

“Hi.” They stood in silence, neither of them knowingwhat to say to break the ice.

“Listen…”

“Saeran…” they both started at the same time, thenstopped. That made them look at each other and they both let out awkwardlaughs.

“You first.” Offered Yoosung.

“Uh, yeah, I…I’ve been thinking, and, I realized thatI can’t be mad at you for feeling the way you do. You’re right, there was aside that she showed you that made you love her and I can’t minimize thataffection.” Saeran rubbed at his neck and stared at the ground. “I can’t lieand say I like it, but…”

Yoosung placed his hand on Saeran’s arm and steppedcloser.

“I’ve been thinking too. I thought I had to choosewhich one of you to love and which one to hate. But I don’t have to do that. Ican love the things in Rika that made me a better person, and I can hate thethings she did to you and others. I can love you for all the things you are,and how you make me feel and I can hate you killing Rika.” Saeran turned awayand tried to take a step backwards but Yoosung brought his other hand out andgrabbed his other arm, forcing Saeran to stay where he was.

“I don’t hate it because she is dead Saeran, I hate itbecause you will have to live with it for the rest of your life. And no matterwhat you say, every death, every pain that you caused is a guilt that sits inyour heart. I know you, and I know that guilt eats you up inside. I’m sorrythat I ever made you feel that she was more important to me than you. You are mylife.” Yoosung reached up and caressed Saeran’s cheek.

“I love you.” Saeran whispered.

“I love you too.” Yoosung lifted onto his toes andkissed Saeran deeply. Oh how he missed this! They had a lot of making up to do.

“I’ve been thinking.” Saeran said when they came upfor air. He pulled something out of his pocket, hiding it in his fist. “I knowthat your apartment is close to school, but, well, I thought it was time thatyou joined the pack completely.” He held out the key to his house.

Yoosung mouth hung open, “Are…are you asking me tomove in? With you and Saeyoung and MC?”

“Well, yes. I mean, if you’d rather it just be the twoof us, I can understand, but, your apartment is so small, we could find somethingbigger maybe?” Saeran shrugged, dropping his hand with the key in it.

Yoosung grabbed it quickly, “No! No! I want to, Yes,yes, yes I’ll move in with you!” They held tightly to each other, both raw withemotions.

“Saeran, how did you, I mean, well, during your cycle,what did you do without me? I was really worried and Saeyoung and MC wouldn’ttell me.” He cast his eyes down, not sure he wanted to hear the explanation.

Saeran tilted Yoosung’s face up with thumb and fingeron his chin, he smiled tenderly, “I had them lock me up, like before. I couldnever be with anyone else but you Yoosung. You are my mate, and I love you,never doubt that.”

“I was so afraid you would never forgive me, that youwould hate me forever.” Yoosung had tears in his eyes again.

“That could never happen. And I didn’t hate you, Ijust didn’t understand. Whatever happens Yoosung, I will never leave you!”

“Even if I cheated?” Yoosung dared to tease, oneeyebrow cocked.

Saeran’s eyes narrowed and his jaw twitched, hisnostrils flared, “Even then,” he said, “but you’d better be prepared to losethat someone because I would tear them to shreds!”

Yoosung giggled and flung his arms around Saeran’sneck.

“Let’s go home.”

“Yes, Saeyoung and MC are waiting to welcome you home.”

Werewolf AU

[imagineangryspacegrump-blog]

Colorful Emotions

(Again with the cats, idek anymore)

Prompt: Bones rescues an alien child!reader from her abandoned planet and they both get attached.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,551

A/n: I’m such trash for Daddy!Bones. I need it to breathe. It’s in 3rd person and also, 2 fics in one night?! It’s a miracle.

“I still don’t understand why I have to come down to the planet with you Jim. I’m a doctor, not a ground zero investigator.”

A few minutes ago, the Enterprise had gotten a call from Starfleet headquarters with instruction to check out the surface of a nearby planet. Supposedly, the entire planet had been evacuated and Starfleet wanted to know why. It’s like they all up and left.

Jim, along with some other crew, and Leonard McCoy apparently, were going down to check it out. It was mostly just an observation mission to find anything that would give a clue as to why the planet was evacuated, and see if there was anyone still down there.

Jim wanted Leonard there mostly just to agitate him. The odds of there being anyone still on the planet was little to none so Bones was being dragged along just for shits and giggles.

When the team beamed onto the planet, they all stared in shock. Any hint of buildings or any civilization at all, had been turned into a black, heaping pile of rubble. There was nothing living in sight, just dull land.

The dust in the air was horrible, and the crew had to pull up the collar of their uniforms to keep the dust away.

“What could’ve done this?” Jim mumbled, kicking over a stray piece of singed wood.

Leonard looked around and slipped a tricorder out of his pocket. “I don’t know, but something big. And I don’t want to be here if it comes back but I’m getting a gut feeling to look around so get looking.”

Doing as he said, the crew started to look around for anything interesting or any signs of life. Leonard had the tricorder set to it’s thermal imaging setting to see if there might be any life underneath all the rubble.

Straying farther from the group, Leonard scanned the ground but saw nothing but cold blue on the tricorder. After a minute of searching, he almost gave up hope until he caught a glimpse of the tiniest of red specks on the screen.

Turning around slowly, he scanned over the spot again and found that amongst the blue, there was a dark red and yellow spot.

Acting quickly, he ran towards the larger pile of material and started to move pieces away. After clearing away a good portion of the rubble, the red spot getting larger, he heard a small cough.

Freezing, he brought out a flashlight and shined it through a small open passageway the rubble so graciously gifted him. E/c eyes quickly snapped shut from the sudden light and Leonard brought the light down quickly.

After a second, slowly this time, Leonard brought the light back up to help the person’s eyes adjust. What surprised him though, that the eyes had turned from e/c, to an alarming shade of yellow.

Leonard’s knowledge of the planet was very slim since the inhabitants that used to live here were very closed off from the outside world. He did know however, that the species that lived here normally looked like average humans until their emotions would dramatically change, in which their body would start to change color to match that emotion. The deeper the emotion, the more they would change.

The person’s eyes were yellow, which matched the emotion of caution. This person was very, very scared seeing as how the color was nearly as bright as the sun.

He also took note of the smaller features the person had. Small, rounded face, two tiny hands that he could barely see, and he was sure if he could see the rest of the person, that the bottom half would be small as well.

So he was dealing with a child, and a girl from the looks of it. Good, he had experience with little girls.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice was soft and caring. He had used the voice on his daughter countless times when she was younger and scared of checkups.

The little girl shrunk away and was nearly going to vanish from sight. Leonard couldn’t let her leave. The dust in the air was horrible and if she’s been breathing it in for a long time, it could cause some serious damage to her lungs.

“Hey, hey! Don’t go. I’ll get you out of there, ok? Then we can go find your parents. Would you like that?”

The girl hesitated but her eyes started to fade from yellow, back to their original e/c color. When she gave a small nod, Leonard smiled and started to think of something he could do to get her out.

“Ok umm. What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?”

“Y/n…” Her voice was tiny and it had the smallest bit of waver.

“Ok Y/n, does anything hurt?” He needed to see if there was any major injury begore trying to get her out.

She hesitated before nodding.

“Can you point to where it hurts?”

She held up her small arm and used her opposite hand to point to her wrist. Ok, that was good. The wrist should be easy to fix

“You wrist hurts? Can I take a look at it?” Leonard put an arm down the small passage and waited patiently for the little girl to set her hand into his open palm.

When she did, he held her hand with his right hand and lightly probed her wrist with his left. She whimpered when he pressed further up on her wrist, proximal to her hand. He could see some slight swelling as well.

He held her hand gently in both of his and looked at her. She was trying to act brave but there were still some yellow spots in her eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright. It just looks like a small fracture, nothing serious. When I get ya out, I can put a cool brace on it. How does that sound?“

Y/n smiled and nodded. "Good.”

“Yeah? Okay, well we have to get you out first. I think you’ll have to climb over to me darlin’. This garbage pile is really unstable and I can’t move anything else because it might make the whole thing fall. Now, I need you to try climbing to me ok? Be really slow and don’t move a whole lot. Once you get close enough, I can pull you out, alright?”

The yellow started to creep back but she shakily nodded nonetheless.

Moving slowly, she braced her hands on a piece of metal and started to climb up. The pile creaked with every step, and she would freeze whenever there was a loud sound.

Leonard could tell the pile was ready to give out any second, but she was a fingers length away from his outstretched arms. Taking one final step, the plank of wood she stepped on shifted immensely and the whole pile started to come down.

Thinking fast, Leonard lurched forward and found that his arms were long enough to grip under her armpits and tug her out. The force from the pull knocked him down onto his back with the small girl held tightly to his chest.

They both looked back at the rubble that had collapsed into a flat pile of dust and rusted metal.

Leonard sighed in relief then turned his attention down to the girl. She was shaking, eyes bright yellow once again. Now that he could see her whole body, he saw small intricate swirls and different designs that covered her upper arms and legs. They were probably covering her front and back as well. There weren’t any on her face or forearms/calves. They were also a bright yellow color.

She clung to him tightly, hands gripping handfuls of his blue shirt and breathing elevated. He gently rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair, which he found calmed her down quickly. The yellow designs started to fade, and eventually disappeared altogether so she looked like a normal human child.

“You were so brave. I don’t even know if I could’ve done that.”

She pulled away from his chest but stayed seated on his legs. She smiled shyly and played with Leonard’s fingers that she held.

“Ok, mind if I scan you over for any bigger injuries? All you have to do is sit here and look pretty. Can you do that for me?”

He saw her blush a little bit before nodding. Leonard smiled in return and turned to the case of first aid supplies he originally thought he wouldn’t need. Pulling out a tricorder, he slowly scanned her tiny body.

Just as he thought, she had fractured the small scaphoid bone in her wrist, and had a small buckle fracture in her ulna, both of which could be fixed with a brace. She had a small concussion, and did breathe in a lot of smoke, which wasn’t a good thing.

“Bones! We heard a lot of commotion over here, what’s up- oh…”

Jim and the rest of the crew ran up and slowly started to swarm Leonard and Y/n. Y/n instantly lurched forward and clung to Leonard again, hiding her face in his chest. The designs on her skin made their appearance and were once again, bright yellow.

There was a lot of whispering going through the group and Leonard glared at everyone.

“Back up, dammit! Can’t you see you’re scaring her?” He didn’t yell, since he didn’t want to startle the girl anymore, but he said it loud enough to get the point across.

Obeying his words, the crew shuffled off to where everyone was originally beamed down. Jim crouched down next to the two and reached down to poke at a zigzag pattern on the girl’s bicep but Leonard quickly slapped the hand away.

“Who’s this?” Jim asked curiously, watching in awe as the patterns on your skin slowly started to fade.

“This is Y/n. I found her in that big pile of old building. We need to get her to the ship and get her some oxygen before there’s more damage done to her respiratory tract. Then we need to work at finding her parents.”

Jim nodded and watched as Y/n slowly peeked at him, at which Jim smiled and waved. She didn’t turn away, but she didn’t move from her spot either.

Using one arm to hold her to him, Leonard used the other to push himself to his feet. Y/n moved to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, burying her face into his neck.

While they walked back to the crew, Jim walked behind the two and would lightly poke at the girl’s fingers that were around Leonard’s neck. When she would look up at him, he quickly acted like he hadn’t touched her at all, making her smile. She would bury her face into Leonard’s neck and wait until Jim poked at her hands again and try to look up quick enough to catch him in the act. Leonard had noticed the designs turn a dark blue color, which meant she was at peace and calm.

When they got to the crew, Y/n and Jim were giggling and Leonard was smiling like it was Christmas. The crew couldn’t help but smile either.

The ride back up to the ship was a scary one for Y/n, and Leonard had to calm her down and get her to put some slack into the tight grip she had around his neck.

Jim went back to the bridge to report what happened down on the planet, and Leonard carried the girl down to medical. People looked at them with wide eyes, wondering why the CMO of the ship had a tiny girl in his arms.

When he went to set her on the bed, she refused to let go and only clung tighter. He chuckled and tried to pry her fingers apart.

“It’s ok sweetheart, I’m just going to put you down on the bed. I won’t leave, I promise.”

Hesitantly, the girl let go and Leonard set her down on the bed so she could lay back against the pillows. She looked around the room and at the few people in it, smiling a little bit every time one of the nurses or patients would wave at her.

Leonard pulled out an oxygen mask and adjusted the strap on it accordingly so it would fit snugly against her face without falling off.

“This is an oxygen mask. It will give you some air so it’s easier to breathe. You won’t have to wear it for long.”

Y/n nodded and let him slip the device around her head, instantly breathing in the fresh air. Leonard started to fix the small cuts on her body and got a brace small enough to fit her hand. It was white, and wrapped around her hand, and about half way up her forearm.

When Leonard went go help with some other patients, he is the CMO after all, Y/n panicked and ripped the oxygen mask off, clamored off the bed with some difficulty, and ran after him, clinging to his leg. He nearly fell over, but caught himself on a nearby bed.

Knowing resisting was futile, Leonard let her toddle around with him for the rest of his shift. The shift was a solid three more hours, but the girl didn’t complain and followed him all night.

By the end of the night, Y/n was leaning against Leonard’s leg with nearly all her body weight, half asleep. All the nurses’ awed at the sight and some even took a few pictures.

Once Leonard checked out, he hefted the girl into his arms and pressed her head into his neck. The walk from the medbay to his quarters was all it took for Y/n to fall asleep.

After some difficulty opening his door, Leonard brought her inside and gently set her down on his bed. Putting his hands on his hips, he looked around for anything she could wear to bed.

Picking one of his old blue uniform shirts, he slowly took off the original clothes she had been wearing that were covered in black ash, and slipped the blue shirt over her head. It fit her like a nightgown and the sleeves hung over her hands by a few inches.

Since she was asleep, he took a wet towel and wiped her face, arms, and legs off to get rid of the soot and decided that she could have a bath the next day. Once he settled her in the bed and under the covers, he got himself ready for bed, and then slowly climbed into the bed next to her.

He smiled when she curled up into his side; the patterns on her skin turning into a soft baby blue color in contentment. After minutes of consideration, Leonard couldn’t help himself and scooped the girl up and laid her on top of him so her head was tucked underneath his chin. Joanna would always do this at night, so it was just something he had gotten used to.

He tilted his head down, kissed her head, then laid his head back onto his pillow and fell asleep, both of them having the best night’s sleep they’d had in a very long time.

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