#you're yelling at the top of your lungs hoping the people around you will hear you but you're reaching no one

[emeryleewho]

I genuinely enjoy posts that offer the "your work is good even if it's not getting the traction you wish it had" platitude, and sometimes it really lifts my mood, but I also hate the way "just love your art, if you please just one person, you're doing enough, even if that person is you!" is just kind of... thrown around in a way that treats people lamenting not reaching audiences as a matter of self-doubt, personal insecurity, or feeling "not valid".

Like... I love my stories and my art and my OCs. I share them because I want other people to love them. I want to be able to give people something they can take and use. My art doesn't exist in isolation. I create it to be in conversation with the larger canon, the culture, other stories and audiences. If nobody sees it, nobody engages with it, etc. I can still love it, but it's also devastating because that means that art will never fulfill its purpose. It'll never live up to its potential because its true potential isn't just as something pretty to look at or something to entertain you but as a form of communication between artist and audience. Like, even beyond the capitalist concern of "if nobody buys my art, I will literally starve to death", I'm not sad when a piece fails to reach people because I'm just so full of self-loathing and insecurity that I can't believe my work has value if it's not being externally validated by the commercial masses. I'm just sad that that piece will never find a home with other people, that the part of my soul I put into this project will never be heard or understood by anyone but me. It's isolating and lonely.

[bones4thecats]

Hello! If you're still doing requests, could I ask for a angst (or fluff if you think that it works better) of Leona, Vil, Malleus, and/or Lilla (if I could do 4) reacting to Male!Reader having the Unique Magic of a Empathic Healer. This spell would allow the reader to heal any and all wounds inflicted on whom he's trying to healing. However, rather than creating blot to patch up the wounds, they are instead transferred onto the Reader, making it like he was the one that got the wound instead. He is well aware of the dangers and still can't stop himself because he hates people being hurt if he had the power to stop it.

I hope that this was good! Thank you for reading it at least!

M! S/O With A Emphatic Healer! UM.

Type of Writing: Request Name: M! S/O With A Emphatic Healer! Unique Magic (UM.) Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia, and Lilia Vanrouge Requester: @beawesome04

A/N: This is fairly angsty with fluff at the ending of each, by the way, this is by far one of my best and favorite requests ever received! I loved the prompt and how you described everything! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!!

P.S.: For Lilia's part, I used his General! Self

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of war and harm ⚠️ Spoilers for: Books 2 and 7 ⚠️

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Male! Reader ; Reader Heals Leona From Overblot

🦁 Leona was sorer than he ever has been in his entire life

🦁 Opening his eyes with a massive groan, he could hear the sounds of crying and whimpers while people both yelled and ordered people in different ways, this large amount of sounds made his ears pucker down towards his skull as his eyesight became clearer

🦁 Looking at the sky, Leona noticed that a small amount of liquid dripped onto his face, making him slightly flinch and fully open his eyes, catching the sight of a large cut forming onto his boyfriend’s forehead

🦁 His eyes widened as he lunged upwards and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he asked you what you were doing

" I- I just wanted you to be okay… " " Y'know what your unique magic does to you, Y/N! I may be okay, but you'd be damaged just as badly, you dumbass! " " It's better me than you. " " No! It was my fault for letting my emotions control me so easily, not yours! "

🦁 Leona furrowed his eyebrows as you began to crack and start crying as he held you closely, then he noticed that you had quite a few bruises and burns from no doubt healing others and him

🦁 As his eyesight began to slosh over with tears of his own, he gripped your tighter, minding where you had injuries. And as he noticed you begin to sob harder, his tail wrapped around your leg protectively

" Leona- I mean, Housewarden? " " What? " " Is he alright? " " He'll be fine… but he might need to heal himself. I’ll take 'em to the nurse. " " You better get fixed up yourself, Leona! " " Yeah, yeah… "

🦁 Looking down at your frail form, Leona sighed internally. What did he, a lazy and arrogant second-born prince, do to deserve your caring and comforting self?

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Male! Reader ; Reader Helps Heal Others From A Poison-Blast

👑 Vil knew that you cared for others, and he also would scold you whenever you would end up in some bad spots because of your care for others. But this was too far

👑 He understood that other students outside of certain dorms, Pomefiore and Diasomnia, weren’t the best when it comes to handling poisons and other dangerous concoctions, but this was officially topping any kind of incident he had ever seen before

👑 A second-year had accidentally splashed something into their cauldron which resulted in a poisonous 'bomb' that had affected multiple of the members in their class

👑 And because you hated seeing people being hurt, you had jumped in and began to help others with the poison by using your unique magic

👑 This healed them, but resulted in the poisoning affecting you instead

👑 Now Vil was staring down as you as you drank multiple poison-antidotes in order for your body to heal more naturally

" What were you thinking, Y/N? " " I’m sorry, Vil. But, I couldn’t just watch as they suffered from such pain. You know what my weaknesses are! "

👑 Sighing and running his hands down your bandage-wrapped arms as he sat down next to you, Vil began to hum a small tune that he had heard over the radio a few days prior

👑 He knew you liked this song, and you smiled gently and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Vil just looked into your eyes and loosened his stance slightly

" Just- don’t get over your head like this again, please… " " I promise on my collection of photo-albums of us. " " Good answer, Meine Liebe. "

( Meine Liebe = German for "My Love" )

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Male! Reader ; Healing Yuu From Leona’s Overblot

🐉 Malleus was not amused when you jumped into the battle against Leona’s overblot state and began to try healing others, as he knew how dangerous your unique magic was to yourself

🐉 He then began to use his magic to levitate others into the healer’s direction, but he tried to get them away from you

🐉 Unfortunately, you had found the injure-ridden magicless prefect, Yuu Sei, on the ground and you began to use your magic faster than Riddle would be to behead someone for taking his strawberry tart

🐉 He looked around and noticed that Yuu was waking as your once-clean frame was being tattered with bruises and scratches alike all from the human

🐉 When he finally was able to pull you away from everyone else, he began to use his own magic to heal you, his eyebrows furrowed as he silently worked away on each cut, bruise, and injury alike

🐉 Once finished, he looked into your eyes and sighed deeply before embracing you tightly as he burrowed his face into your neck and took in your scent

" Why…? " " Why what, Mal? " " Why risk your own life for a human's? " " You and I both know that Yuu has value. One beyond many of us', they make me want to protect them more than any other mortal, well- besides Sebek and Silver, I suppose. "

🐉 He watched as you began to debate with yourself as your injuries faded away second-by-second. A small smile overtook his features as he hugged you again and you embraced him back

" I love you, my Healing Beauty. " " And I love you, my Darling Prince. "

( Men can be beautiful too. Bite me. )

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Male! Reader ; Healing Him During the Fae v. Human War

🦇 Groaning in pain as he held his side while you hid beside him, Lilia felt the slight amount of blood begin to fall from his midsection. These damned mortals were getting more powerful by the second

🦇 Hopefully the others were doing just as well as before… he cannot afford to lose any more men in this treacherous war

🦇 He turned as he heard you move and roll your uniform’s sleeves up as you pushed your butterfly mask aside and began to chant your small unique spell’s name

" Y/N… what- what are you doing?! You know what that damned spell does to you! " " I don’t care at the moment, Lilia. Your health matters more. " " Bullshit! Y/N, I’ll be fine, just step aside and let me- " " Lilia. As your spouse I will heal you, no matter what. "

🦇 Giving in as you stared at him deadly, Lilia watched as your arms began to glow with many symbols of healing, from ones ranging from those in the burning Savannah to ones in your homeland of Briar Valley

🦇 He then watched as the pain began to fade from his side, but he also noticed how you began to look faint. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling bad

" Love, I'm fine now. The bleeding isn’t as bad as before, it should heal faster… take a break- please. " " Alright… "

🦇 Laying back on the tree, Lilia tore open a satchel that was once thrown aside by one of the previous human soldiers, he ran towards you and began to apply both alcohol to his and yours minor wound that was slightly leaking blood before wrapping them in gauze

" Alright, we should be fine now. Do you feel better, Mango? " " Yeah, thanks Lils. " " No problem, Dearest. "

( Fun facts: Butterflies symbolize rebirth, transformation, and the delicate balance between life and death & Mangos are one of a bat’s favorite fruits )

[coff33andb00ks]

where i come from - LS

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!reader (lilli. it's lilli) summary: hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood word count: 1.2k a.n.: the first of three small fics for my beloved Lilli @maxlarens Happy birthday my darling!! I hope you enjoy this little love letter to you (and to american road trips). inspo: all the road trip songs my family blasted during my childhood, compiled here warnings: it's not a waffle house it's a waffle home, author is in love with american south almost as much as Lilli's in love with Logan

"Logan, you can't be serious."

He laughs, parking the car next to a slightly bent light pole. "What? You want to see America, right?"

You press your lips together, staring at the small, flat building that looks as though it's been in that spot since the 1960s and hasn't been refurbished once. "This is America?"

"One of the best parts," he promises, climbing out. The balmy air of Florida immediately makes the car's cold air disappear and you sigh, unbuckling your seatbelt as he walks around to open the door for you.

"A Waffle House is America?"

"Trust me," he says. "You'll understand."

You do trust him, so you let him take your hand, sweat beading before you've taken two steps across the parking lot. There's a crowd of people near the door and you feel their eyes on you and Logan as you approach, the air thick with humidity and weed and tobacco smoke.

The interior is worse than the exterior. Your sandals slide with each step on the ancient tile floor and you can feel the grease in the restaurant. A bored server is leaning against a booth and hands you and Logan menus as you walk by, telling you to sit wherever. You want to turn around and go sit in the car, but…

Logan looks so fucking happy.

So you sit in a booth with him, ignoring the sticky spot on the bench that catches the material of your shorts. You ignore the faint aroma of tobacco smoke that lingers in the dining area. You ignore the yelling from the kitchen staff and the argument starting up between a couple at the counter.

The food is pure American stereotype. Sweet, greasy, and the portions enormous. But your first bite of the burger has you smiling. Because—

"Oh my god," you practically moan.

Across from you, Logan's grinning.

The server is pure southern charm as soon as she hears your accent, and you relax as you enjoy a meal big enough to last you an entire day. It's not great but it's good, and the atmosphere seems to shift.

He buys you a mug, telling you under his breath about a time his brother stole one because apparently everyone does that. Once outside in the sweltering heat, he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. "Welcome to America."

The road trip was his idea. It's the best way to see this land he loves so much and because you love him so much you agreed, and after a week with his family you're driving out of the Florida panhandle, the windows down and the music blasting, both of you singing Sweet Home Alabama at the top of your lungs.

He takes an exit off the interstate and you're already lost but he's content, speeding along unmarked country roads, past lush forests and rolling fields. He has to slow to a crawl for tractors, and every time a car passes he waves like the other person is an old friend.

Left or right? at every stop sign. No map, no GPS, just a whim.

A tiny shop – gas station, babe, not a shop – in the middle of nowhere is selling fresh peaches and the woman is so sweet and talkative you want to stay and talk all day. Her great aunt makes those crochet blankets you're admiring and before you know it you've got three draped over your arms.

"Where y'all headed?" she's asking as Logan pays.

He shrugs, smiling that bashful smile that made you fall in love with him. "Nowhere, really."

She gives the vaguest yet most detailed directions to a motel – you're gonna wanna drive thataway til you see the old rusted school bus? Then take a left and keep driving til you pass the turnoff for the highway. It's down on the right. If you get to the stoplight you done went too far – and Logan gives you a look as you bite into a fresh Georgia peach.

You smile.

More rolling fields and woods. Farms and family homes and kids on swings. He gets to the stoplight and you both laugh all the way back to the motel.

It's tiny and has almost zero amenities but it's clean and the window overlooks a small field of wildflowers. You take a shower and when you come out there's a jar with a bunch of wildflowers in it and you smile at him. You've been smiling so much the past couple days that your cheeks ache.

He finds a place to get dinner and you feast on what he says is pretty okay bbq but you think is the best you've ever tasted.

The next day you're better prepared, and you fully enjoy the rambling tour of the countryside, relaxing with each passing mile. Feet on the dash, singing along to Fleetwood Mac and Tom Petty and Creedence Clearwater Revival. Songs that are familiar and songs that he knows every word to and you are still learning.

Lunch is a picnic, thrown together with gas station sandwiches and bags of chips, sitting on one of the blankets you bought yesterday by a river. You want to enjoy the scenery, because it is as beautiful as he always told you it was, but all you can focus on is him.

He looks so happy. You've seen him happy, of course, but lately he's been downtrodden. Anxious. And you sit there, watching him as he talks about maybe making it up into North Carolina by sundown, seeing how relaxed he is.

And you fall a little in love with this spot of the world that heals him.

"You love it here," you say softly after a bit of silence.

Logan nods, looking out to the river where it disappears into the trees. "I do."

"I'm—"

"I love sharing it with you more."

Oh. Oh. Your eyes are burning and it's not fair that he can drop the sweetest lines when you least expect them even though by now you should expect them because he always does and—

"Lilli?"

You blink and he's moved to sit right in front of you. "Logan?"

Why does he look worried? Your mind scrambles, thinking something must be wrong. He feels ill, or he just spotted some venomous snake slithering nearby or—

He shifts and you glance down, seeing the ring sparkling in his hand.

Later you'll remember every word he says. How his hand shakes and his voice wavers while he tells you how much he loves you and how happy you make him. But for now all you hear is the river splashing over rocks and birds twittering and the breeze ruffling the leaves of the oak tree. And all you can see his eyes, shining and bright and beautiful.

There's hot sauce on his fingers and yours are gritty with salt. His lips taste of salt and vinegar and there's an ant crawling on your leg, and he's apologizing for not giving you some grand proposal, but you don't care. You're glad he asked you here.

"I love you," he whispers, forehead resting against yours and you feel the sigh that exhales his worries.

He worried that you'd say no. As if yes wasn't on your lips before he said the words.

"I love you, Logie."

[animekpopsimp]

A Familiar Song (Bakugou x villain reader)

"Bakugo!" (Y/N) shouted as she ran up to her best friend. The little girl had a large smile on her face as she looked up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement. The little boy looked back down at the shorter girl, a tiny smile on his face.

"Bakugo, when I get my quirk. I wanna be a really strong hero!" The little girl cheered. Bakugo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You can be my sidekick since I'm gonna be number one someday" He proudly stated, smirking,

"If you're gonna be number one, then I'm gonna be number two since we're best friends!" The little girl stated, the smile never leaving her face.

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The blond boy found himself lost in thought, his crimson eyes staring off into the distance, his lips drawn into a thin line. Bakugo tried not to think about the memories that often haunted him, but every now and again he would remember (Y/N), the girl he once considered his best friend. The image of her smiling face as she would proudly declare that she was going to fight alongside him never left his head. Bakugo never liked to express his feelings, but deep down he felt like a monster. He had driven away one of the few people who could stand being around him.

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"Katsuki! Katsuki!" (Y/N)'s excited voice filled the air as she ran up to her best friend. She stopped in front of him, noticing the scowl on his face.

"What's wrong?" The little girl asked, head tilted to the side. Katsuki turned to face her, anger shining in his crimson eyes.

"Leave me alone" He sneered, looking down at (Y/N), his arms crossed. The little girl frowned, she never liked seeing her friend upset.

"But Kat-" The little girl was suddenly cut off by the sound of an explosion. The force knocked her off balance, causing her to fall to the ground, wincing as she landed. (Y/N)'s eyes went wide as she looked up at Katsuki, tears starting to fill her eyes slowly.

"I said leave me alone!!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the air. His words stung as they reached (Y/N)'s ears, and tears began to run down her face as she scrambled to her feet. The little girl opened her mouth, trying to speak, but the blond boy had already beat her to it.

"Just go away, you're quirk is stupid anyway, you'll never be a hero! So just go away!" He screamed, hearing this (Y/N)'s heart broke. Katsuki had been supportive of her dream to become a hero up until this point, what had changed? Was her quirk really that stupid, should she really just give up?

"Fine!" She yelled back after a tense pause.

"I never wanted to be your sidekick anyway!" With that, the little girl turned and ran off, tears spilling from her eyes. Katsuki watched her go, a small part of him regretting his actions, but he would never admit it.

(A week later)

"Look at her, she can't even defend herself" One of Katsuki's friends sneered, looking down at (Y/N) with a hateful smirk on his face. The other two boys laughed loudly to themselves, kicking the girl while she curled her body inwards in an attempt to protect herself. She winced as each blow landed on her body, no doubt leaving bruises in various places on her body. After a moment, she could faintly hear footsteps approaching. (Y/N) glanced up for a short moment, only to see Katsuki, any hope that someone would help her died at that moment.

"What are you doing? She's not worth it" The blond told the other boys, looking down at the girl as if she were nothing more than a piece of discarded trash on the sidewalk. One last kick landed near (Y/N)'s ribs before the group left, and all the little girl could do was lay there for a moment, hissing as the pain spread throughout her body. After a moment, she finally mustered up enough strength to get to her feet. With one look down at her battered body, she could tell she would have bruising for a while. She could feel her eyes start to well up with tears as she slowly limped home, cursing Katsuki for what he had done to her.

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Katsuki, better known as the pro hero Dynamite had been called to the scene of a villain attack. He was no stranger to situations like this, having graduated from UA and becoming a well-known hero in a short time. As well as becoming a strong, loved hero, his temperament calmed down. Sure, he still had his moments, but he had grown as a person. He had even apologized to Izuku for the years of bullying he put the boy through. Though deep down, he couldn't apologize to someone else, someone who rightfully deserved it. The blond was suddenly snapped from his thoughts when a faint sound reached his ears. As he reached the center of the chaos, he looked around, and after a moment he realized it was the sound of singing. As soon as the sound reached his ears his entire body seemed to freeze as if weights had been tied to his limps. Katsuki tried to move forward, but his body felt heavy. Then, within an instant, his surrounding had changed. The city he used to be in was now replaced with what looked like a field of flowers. The male's eyes went wide as he looked around, trying to understand what was going on.

That's when the sound of a branch snapping reached Katsuki's ears. He spun around, eyes spotting a figure standing in the distance. He could barely make out their features.

"Who the hell are you?!" He shouted, his voice demanding. The figure said nothing as they simply approached him, a calm smirk on their face.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Katsuki?" The figure asked, their voice feminine. Katsuki felt his heart start to race as he took in the woman's appearance. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what was in front of him couldn't be real.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, too shocked to say anything else. She had obviously grown older, but there were unmistakable features he remembered from back then. Her eyes were the same beautiful shade of (E/C), but there was something different about them.

"I'm surprised you still remember me" the woman commented, a hint of malice in her tone. The way she looked at him made Katsuki shiver. He could see the hate hidden behind the smile on her face. The blond tried to move his body once more, but his muscles still refused to cooperate with him. It was as if something or someone was keeping him in place. For once, Katsuki felt completely helpless.

"I've been waiting to see you again. I still remember the way you treated me." (Y/N) sneered, the smile falling from her face. She stood right in front of Katsuki, staring at him as if she was looking directly into his soul.

"I'm-" the blond tried to speak, but he was suddenly cut off by the woman in front of him.

"Don't try and apologize, it's too late for that." She told him, her eyes never leaving his still form. Everything inside of Katsuki screamed at him to move, to fight back. But he couldn't. bring himself to do so. He didn't want to believe that someone he considered a close friend had become a villain. But, no matter how much he tried to deny it, the fact was staring him in the face.

"I'm sorry" he finally spoke, tears welling up in his eyes. Deep down he blamed himself for this outcome, if he had been a better person at the time then maybe he wouldn't be in this position now.

"I know you're sorry, I just don't care" (Y/N) told him, keeping a straight face. It was clear she had grown to hate him.

"You know, you were right though. I would have never made it as a hero. I'm much better as a villain, don't you think?" (Y/N) asked, lips pulling up into a smirk.

"Please, you don't have to do this" Katsuki tried to reason with her. But deep down he knew there was no reasoning with the woman standing before him. Suddenly, the scenery changed a second time, and (Y/N) was gone. Once again the sound of singing filled the air. In an instant, Katsuki found himself surrounded by shadowy figures, though they were faceless he could feel them staring at him. He could feel the anger that was directed toward him.

"You don't deserve to be a hero" a voice filled the male's ears, it was quickly followed by many others that began to mock him and throw insults at him.

"You're a bully"

"you're not a hero." Their words filled the air like poison gas, seeping into Katsuki's body. He could feel his body begin to shake as he finally found himself able to move, he scanned the crowd of shadows as they continued to spit vile words at him, reminding him of all the regrets that weighed heavily on his mind. He tried not to let them affect him, knowing this was all an illusion, but the more he tried, the louder the voices seemed to get. Katsuki covered his ears, trying to block out the sound, but it didn't work no matter how hard he tried.

"You're not a hero" (Y/N)'s voice suddenly rang out, replacing the many he had been hearing before. Katsuki looked around confused, but he couldn't see the woman anywhere.

"Shut up!" The blond suddenly yelled, he charged forward, following the sound of the woman's voice. Finally, he found her and tackled her to the ground. Her singing abruptly came to a stop and the city reappeared. Katsuki let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. His crimson eyes looked down at the woman below him, she was struggling to get out of his grip but he kept her from moving. There was a hateful look in her eyes as she stared up at him, silently cursing him. A soft, saddened look appeared on Katsuki's face. When he looked down at her, all he could see was the little girl from before. The same one he had bullied and driven away from him. The guilt still ate away at him every day.

"I'm sorry," he said, before using a pressure point to knock the woman unconscious.

[euphoriajunkie000]

underdog. prologue

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-7 years ago- 

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“The Jian, also known as the bird who shares wings. Only possesses one wing. Unless two people lean on each other and act like one, they’re incapable of flight. They’re imperfect, incomplete creatures.”

"But, for some reason, their way of life struck me as profoundly beautiful.....It was beautiful, I felt."

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...How do you explain to a child that their parents have just been murdered...?

...A seven year old child no less...

...Do you sugar coat it...?

...Or do you tell them the horrible truth...?

...Do you lie and say that they are in a better place now…

...A place wyoue they’re flying with beautiful, white wings…

...A place wyoue angels thrive…

...Or do you say the five words that nobody ever wants to hear… 

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

...No one would ever want to be the person to break the news...

...But that was okay...

...Do you know why...?

...It's because you had to experience it yourself...

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My darling,

It was late at night. The moon was shining over the dark night as stripes of the luminescent light was making its way through the windows. The scenery was still. It was beautiful. Too beautiful to even be real. But not everything had to have a grim setting in a tragedy like the stories your mother would read to you. No. This was your reality. And honestly, you didn't want anything to do with it anymore.

By the time you read this, everything has changed.

The moonlight was your one and only light source as you could only see what had laid out in front of you. You were crouching behind a rather large sofa, your hands over your mouth. The screams of escaping your parent's lips were horrifying. They kept on bouncing off the walls and you already knew that those wails of pain would forever haunt your dreams. You felt your heartbeat rising faster and faster as you broke out in a cold sweat. Your eyes were practically bulging out your head as you were afraid. Afraid of what would happen if you came out of your hiding spot. Afraid of what might happen if you even let out a squeak. Afraid of the dark figure that was in your house.

I won’t be able to wake up to your beautiful smile everyday.

When it all went quiet, you turned your head to the side to see what had exactly transpired. There was a man looming over your parents. He held a knife that was dripping with thick pearls of blood. "Where is she!" he yelled. "I’m not going to let any witnesses out of this damn house if it's the last thing I do!"

Or be able to see you on your wedding day.

"Get the hell out of my house!" your father yelled. His piercing blue eyes were gazing dangerously into the murderer's eyes. If he even did have the ability to move, there was no question he would kill the murderer with his own two hands. He would do anything to protect the only family that he had.

But I hope you know that your dad and I would do anything for you.

"Don't you even dare touch my darling!" your mother snapped with tears rolling down her face.

I hope when you're older, you can find this letter.

The man let out a *tsk* sound as the knife clattered to the floor. "Whatever," he said in a dangerously low voice. But you could tell that there was an evident smirk on his face. He grabbed the shirt collar of your father and raised him up. He gnashed his teeth together and slammed your father's head to the ground. He didn’t move after that. The villain bellowed at the top of his lungs, "I’ll search every square inch of this house if I have to!” You heard the creak of the white, carpeted staircase as the murderer began walking up the stairs slowly. Once it was dead silent, you had immediately scrambled away from the sofa.

As you looked around, your throat tightened up. There on the ground were your parents. It wouldn't even matter if the ambulance had arrived because by that time, they would have already left this world.

I know it hurts to finally realize that we’re gone by the time you read this.

Your breath hitched. your mother’s beautiful, long, pink hair was laid out in a fan. Her hair and clothes were drenched in blood. Some of it had started clotting around her recent wounds. Your father's black hair that was once combed neatly was now tangled up in a rat's nest. He had stab wounds that littered his body trying to protect your mother. They were laying on the once white carpet floor as their skin tones were a sickly pale color. The red liquid was everywhere. Not only was the blood dripping down the walls, but it was splattered on the floor in a horrifying manner. But the most heart-stricken thing you saw was your parent's eyes. They looked so dull and empty to the point you couldn't bear to look at them anymore. Your mother's once sparkling sea-foam green eyes and your father's deep, ocean blue eyes were now gray. Like they had lost any emotion connected to them in the world. You saw them barely move their fingers as they both tried to cling onto the last threads of life.

But it won't matter.

YOU FELT LIKE YOU COULDN'T BREATH.

Do you know why?

The most depressing part was the fact that they didn’t have the chance to name you. When holding the infant in their arms, they had a million thoughts running in their minds that were only filled with love. They had thought of a thousand dreams of what they wanted their beautiful little girl to achieve. Too bad they didn’t have the chance to see what their child grew up to be.

It's because we’ll be with you every step of the way.

Their names and actions would forever be engraved in your memory. If only someone could stop what was going to happen to you and the adversities you would be forced to face. 

Our ghostly fingertips will forever be connected to you, heart, mind, and soul.

It truly was such a shame for them to have died such a young age and quirkless as well. No wonder you felt so helpless, you felt like you were nothing. You felt like a zero, like you were worthless. 

You are worth so much.

You. Had. Nothing. 

Don’t feel grieved by what you couldn’t save.

If you had been a bit stronger, you could have saved them from this cruel fate. Your stomach was doing flips and front handsprings. You felt like you were about to puke. You had to get out of here, fast. You didn't want to see the sickly pale corpses of your parents.

If you ever miss us, call our names.

"M-mom? D-dad?"

If you can learn to do just that, you will be okay.

You didn’t know what to do other than to drop down onto your knees and intertwin your small fingers with theirs. Your lips began trembling as clear tears were about to flow down your face.

Don’t hide away.

You tried not to cry. You didn’t deserve to.

Never hold back your tears, you're trying so hard to be strong.

But as that same action replayed in your head, you couldn't hold it back anymore. "P-please... D-don't leave me... This is a joke right...?" You gripped harder. "...so please..." You inhaled a deep breath as you snapped your head to look at the ceiling, your beautiful wide eyes letting the tears cascade down your face. "...wake...up..."

I love you.

"...Darling..?" You lowered your head towards your mother. "...Darling... are you here...?" you mother asked. Her sweet as honey voice was now dry and cracked as it wavered in the air. 

Do you know why?

"Ye-yeah, I'm here, Mom..." You said with a shaky voice. 

It’s because.

"I just- I just want to let you know that we love you so much, darling. You have always been the light of our lives. And I know you're such a bright girl. I'm just- I'm just so sad that I'm never gonna see you when you grow older..."

You.

Your heart sank to the bottom of your chest. "This can't be happening-"

are.

She lifted up her hand as she gently caressed your face and wiped your tears away. She had put on a small smile yet, it held so much pain. "Hey, hey, hey. As long as I get to see you one last time, I already know that I can finally rest happy... Be the hero you want to be... And… I love you so much..."

my.

And then, she went limp.

everything,

The perfect wings that had once adorned your body were now ripped from your body as they would forever leave a wounded battle scar. They were your wings, and then they were ripped apart from your future in a blink of an eye. There was a hole in your heart that you couldn't cover up. But one thing’s for sure, you have finally found your name; it's...

Absolute Zero.

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Bursting through the doors, you could never fathom the thought of any innocent people dying. From that day on, you wanted to be a hero. A melancholic smile appeared as you recollected your memories. You wanted to do what you couldn’t have done for your parents. You honestly didn’t know where you were going. All of that didn’t matter anymore because you just ran; with you tears overflowing until all you saw was darkness. The sting of the snow sticking onto you feet was just enough for you to stop moving.

It was such a shame that you didn’t notice the taller figure watching your every move.

As he aimed the tranquilizer at your neck, he shot it. He bounced off of the dark tree. He smiled painfully as he was pleased to say for a fact that you were unconscious. Bringing his mouth close to the communication device he only said one thing. 

“Phase 1 is complete.”

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The tall figure reached down and you in his arms. The touch of your skin was starting to get colder and colder with each passing second. He traced the features of your face with an indescribable look. He looked solemnly at you, as if he was recalling something from his past. You were only a child. He bit his lip and positioned his eyes to view the night above him. Sighing to himself, he slowly carried your unconscious body towards the center of the forest, where you were originally running into. 

The silhouette of the tall trees surrounded him. A rush of wind and snow blew through his hair, he felt a shiver run up his spine. He closed his eyes out of instinct while holding the girl closer to his chest. As he peered around through the dark night, he had come to notice a very distinct concrete square. Piercing eyes stared down at the potential gateway.

Now stepping onto a concrete square, there was a certain symbol embedded onto the surface. It was a zero with a line slashing the number diagonally, left to right. As he rested his hand directly onto the emblem, he only whispered one thing, “Code:1016.” It glowed a beautiful blue hue. Suddenly a rush of azure and green colors came to life. They blasted upwards to the sky, the colors that had mingled together could put the northern lights to shame. When the light died down, you both were gone.

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And there he was. 1016 stood on a clear launchpad that looked to be used for astrology and rockets. The pad looked to be strikingly similar to the hues of colors that the figure had experienced only a few minutes ago. The colors had a mind of their own as they began thrashing around wildly until they cooled down into a more peaceful state. Though, it wouldn’t matter because the tensile strength of the glass was unreal because it never let the colors out.

1016 looked around in his surroundings and it never failed to take his breath away. Above him was a transparent dome which led him to see the galactic hues up close and personal. It was almost as if the barrier wasn’t there and he could have just brushed his fingertips against the stars. The floor was made of tungsten or some other metal he couldn’t identify. Tubes that were filled to the brim with all the shades of the color wheel, ranging from green, blue, and purple. They glistened and glowed with sparks of light that appeared to be stars in each individual one. Black wires were everywhere, interconnecting within each other. But the one thing that he noticed was the hospital bed that laid in the corner. There was a recurring aesthetic of galaxy colors, tubes, and glass. But that was no different. The hospital bed was big with a clear, thin cylinder surrounding it. The top and the bottom that sealed the ends of the chute were both made of connected metals with an abundance of buttons on each side. A pillow rested peacefully against the mattress accompanied by delicate, white blankets.

Suddenly a soothing voice asked,“Did you get her?”

1016 nodded his head. “Yes, I did.”

A relieved chuckle was to be heard. And there he was. There was another young man sitting on a chair looking through a grand telescope. It was enormous. A tense silence filled the air until 1016 took a deep breath. “Can’t we think of another plan… You know one that doesn’t involve her?” As soon as those words fell out of his mouth there was a dangerous aura that radiated from the teen that was now standing in front of 1016.

An airy laugh left his lips until he exploded. 

“Do you still don’t understand?!” he demanded. There was a menacing glint in his eyes. He gritted his teeth together while gripping the 1016’s wrist tightly and dragged him to a telescope. Pushing him down into the chair, he said, “Look.” As the teenager looked to the dark night, he was absolutely spell bound by what he saw. It was absolutely beautiful. Splotches of purples, blues and pinks filled the nights until they were all mushed together in a brand new color. Stars were swirling around as they brightened luminously. It was perfect, too perfect. That is, until he spotted it. It was a meteorite hurtling towards them.

 “Now do you understand?!” he yelled. He pulled 1016 away from the telescope and forced his head to look up at the sky. He pointed to the meteor and fumed, “In about a few years or so, that fucker is literally about to obliterate the entire Earth! And do you know who has to pay up for our screw ups?! Us, you idiot! And that includes me.” The male pinched the bridge of his nose until he dragged his legs to sit in his chair. An inaudible ‘sorry’ whimpered out of the once furious man. He leaned his back against the cool metal chair with his palms pressed against his eyes. “What are we going to do…?”

1016 was shocked by the sudden outburst. In all his life when working with his partner, named 1004, he had almost always kept a cool composure. Sure, he would occasionally crack a few jokes or two, but he would never blow a fuse. As a result, 1016’s stomach churned with uncertainty.

1004’s gaze was cast down. “Look, 1016,” he started to grieve. “It's been around 20,000 years since you fell from grace and when I got banished.” There was a long pause. “We did something that we weren’t supposed to do. And this, this is the punishment for our actions.” A deep breath was to be heard from 1004 as he continued. “But you know the deal. In our punishment, we’re supposed to protect this planet, but because of our actions, we had most of our powers stripped!” 1004 groaned. “I mean- if we fail to protect this planet, it’s really going to be over.”

1016 thought hard for a moment, trying his best to think of any possible answer. “Oh-! I got it!” 1016 snapped his fingers. He grabbed 1004’s shoulder and looked him in the eye. “I know what to do but you have to trust me.” Quickly, 1016 grabbed your body and handed you to 1004. Pushing one of the buttons of the capsule he laid you on the hospital bed. He attached a gasmask to your head. On the back were numerous ports that were connected to an abundance of the same wires he saw earlier. Gripping the black wires in his hand, 1016 plug each into a very large computer.

In a flash 1016 fingers typed at an alarmingly fast pace, his eyes never leaving the keyboard. 1004 looked over at his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing this time?”

But 1016 ignored the question of his partner. “You said that they only deleted some of our powers right? Well if you still have your time powers, I need you to stop time itself. Only for 2,000 years. This is the only way.” He looked directly at the screen that had an illuminated blue and continued. “I’m loading some data into her head. I honestly don’t know how it will work, but she’ll mentally be ancients of years old, though her physical appearance wouldn’t change. There are some things we have to alter though, understand?”

1004 nodded his head in agreement. 1016 grabbed a pen as well as a piece of blank paper. When he was done, 1016 slipped the paper to 1004. “At this exact time and place, I need you to release you. This is crucial. Like I said, you need to trust me.”

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Your eyes opened.

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You were starving. The piercing internal jab that kept on stabbing your abdomen was getting severe. Living on the streets was hard. How many years have passed? Three? No, four? You had lost count after a while. You found solace in a beaten up cardboard box. It was placed in a very dark alley as there were piles of garbage growing bigger with each passing day. You had managed to survive only on the table scraps that restaurants had no use for. Using the garbage bags as pillows, you curled into a ball on your right side and you waited for the night to engulf the city whole.

If anyone thought that the days were bad, the nights were hell in comparison. Heavy gunshots echoed between the alleyways while the air smelled like liquor. There would always be blood splattered on the concrete while drunk laughs and hiccups were heard from nearby bars. Neon signs that ranged from pink to blue and even a purple appeared everywhere if someone had just simply opened their eyes. It honestly would have been comforting knowing that the darkness wasn’t the only thing that consumed everything; if only the signs weren’t promoting sketched out night clubs.

You really did try resting your eyes but as soon as you did so, you woke up again. But no matter how much your eyes were battling the urge to close them, you couldn’t even sleep. You couldn’t take it anymore. You could survive. No. You needed to survive. You would do anything to see the next sunrise, even if you did get your hands a little dirty.

You pulled yourself together, what else could you do? Taking a deep breath, you set off to the neon lit streets. As you started walking, you ran into a boy who looked a bit older than you, not by much, however. You bumped into him, fully expecting pain to follow through, but nothing happened. In fact, he seemed quite fluffy, like an enormous teddy bear, the kind you would see in those rigged carnival games. 

“I’m so sorry!” you gasped.

But the person you ran into just smiled and waved his hand dismissively. You almost laughed because of how unreal he looked. He looked tall, though. If you had to give an estimate, your bet would be around 195 centimeters. He looked wide and friendly with his big smile touching the corners of his cheeks. It was as if the main fat animal from Studio Ghibli’s My Neighbor Totaro came to life and had sandy blonde hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked, with genuine concern overflowing from his facial expression.

Your face shamelessly heated up. He was too nice, it almost made you feel guilty for what you were about to do next. “Yeah!” you grinned. And unbeknownst to you, his face had also heated up. Although the dirt and grime was muddled in your hair, it didn’t take away from the shine in your eyes. He actually thought you looked… pretty cute, in a way. A short silence had ensued and you quickly broke the ice. “Thank you for worrying about my safety,” you expressed, but then you quickly started to run in the direction you had previously gone and lazily waved your hand. “You should go home before your parents start to worry!”

“W-Wait!” the middle schooler stuttered. “I didn’t catch your name!”

You bit your lip at the sudden words. It certainly has been a long time since you’ve had a friend. But, what if you scared them away because of the way you lived? You gulped and pushed those disgusting doubts away. You grinned, “You’ll know soon enough!” And with that, you ran, and you didn’t look back.

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Once you were alone, you sighed. You were scared that you were going to get caught. In between the dark alleys, you sighed and leaned your back against the cold cement. You opened up a wallet, a wallet that did not belong to you. You had pickpocketed that nice middle-school boy who had tried to make sure you were okay. God, you were such a scumbag. You knew it wasn’t right, but life wasn’t fair. Survival of the fittest, right? That was the phrase that you had used to single-handedly justify your poor actions. You shrugged it off, you’ll pay him back soon enough. As you looked at the contents of the wallet, you saw and identification photo and name of the same boy you had ran into and his home address, along with–

“30,000 yen!” you gulped. Oh shit. You didn’t need this much money to enable you to do what you needed to do tonight. You bit the inside of your cheek, you weren’t going to use all of his money, just enough to help you survive this night. You smiled sadly, showing remorse for your actions as tears began to well up.

“Thanks, Taishiro Toyomitsu…”

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As you navigated the grimy stairs that led to the underground tunnel, you scrunched up your nose. The air smelled of grime and dried blood. It made your stomach churn and your eyes very, very unhappy. The concrete below your feet was stained with water and mold started to form on the walls. The dull lights that illuminated the tunnel looked unstable, flickering as if they were about to burst a fuse at any second. You finally reached it, the front desk. The lady looked at you with sad eyes. Probably wondering why a young girl such as yourself would be in a place like this.

“May I help you?” she said.

“Yeah,” you said bitterly, but you tried your best not to show it. She didn’t do anything to you, so why should you take your anger out on her? Save it for the fight, you always remind yourself over and over again. “I’m here to compete, actually.”

“O-Oh,” the lady spluttered. “What’s your quirk?”

“You can’t turn me away,” you said apologetically. “This ring allows anyone of any age to compete. And, unfortunately, I don’t have one.”

“N-No! Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just mean that there is an entry fee of 10,000 yen! I’m just not sure if someone as young as yourself can come up with that kind of cash-”

But before the last could say anything, you slided the demanded amount of money (thanks to Taishiro) on the cheap, plastic table she was sitting behind. She counted the money and nodded for you to go in.

You gulped, half terrified for what was to come next. You were about to fight for money in an underground martial arts ring,

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Your duffle bag had already been waiting for you in the women’s locker room, you just needed to grab the bag with your belongings. You got ready in the dimly lit, unsanitized bathroom. Your long hair was tied back into a ponytail and you put on the rest of your uniform. It consisted of loose parachute pants that had hung by your hips, a sports bra, and a tight fitted black shirt. No quirks, and no armor to protect yourself, this was definitely going to be a long night. You shoved Taishiro’s wallet in your bag with the clothes you wore. You gripped your towel and your water bottle and pushed the bathroom door open. You shuffled through the packed stadium with your head feeling light. You knew that in the shady parts of the big city, people paid to see fighters dual it out in illegal rings. In addition to this, you also knew that fighters could enter by paying a rather hefty fee, but if they made a good enough show, they would also get paid a rather hefty fee. In the years you fought, you made a name for yourself. You weren’t the best by any means, but you were… respected among your peers. They were a lot older than you, and they knew that you didn’t have anything. No job, no education, no family, no quirk, and no future. During practice when you sparred against them, they didn’t hold back at all. They didn’t need to because you could get up by yourself. After a brutal beat down, they’d buy you snacks as a little token of their appreciation. And you’d graciously take it. You always did.

Now, you were watching the fight that had unfolded in front of you. You sat in the front row, the ring itself was a lot lower than where the audience sat. It was a safety precaution for if any fighter had a dangerous quirk, at least the difference in height between the ring and the stadium could offer protection. The element of the ring would change, it would offer a water based zone, earth based, you could name it all; anything to keep their patrons hooked. As you gazed below, your cheek resting on your forearm which was in turn resting on the railing. Although the cheers were so loud that you could have sworn that your ear drums would burst, you managed to block them out. You had other things to worry about. You looked at the one victor that had stood proudly. And you looked at the victim with such sadness, he was obliterated. Blood gushed from heavy hitting wounds with a black eye to match. You grimaced. That was going to be you.

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“And now!” the announcer boomed. “What you have all been waiting for. The darling of this ring! Although she may look small in stature, I promise you that she kicks one hell of a punch! Give it up for… Honeysuckle!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd and claps filled the air. You smiled ever so graciously and you waved a hand in the air, pretending that this crowd won’t know what your bloodied face will look like in the span of twenty minutes. You had to pretend. You were good at pretending. So, you pretended that everything was fine. You looked up to see your opponent's face. He was a large, muscular man. A torn up wife-beater was tightly worn on his body with black cargo pants to match. And when you looked at his face, his right eye was completely white with a nasty scar that made its way from the right side of his forehead, through his eye, and ended at the corner of his lip. And your heart dropped. You studied all of the opponents in the databases this ring had to offer. And his quirk was nothing to sneeze at. It was shock absorption. Everytime you hit, he could hit harder. Everytime you kicked, he kicked harder. This felt like a sick joke. You were only a teenager for fucks sake, a teenager living out in the streets trying to make ends meet. You were angry at the organizers of your event. You were quirkless trying to face upon a stone, cold fighting machine. Your mouth ran dry, ‘Oh shit.’

“Ready! Three! Two! One! Fight!”

The man made no hesitation to strike first. He threw a right hook at your face and you dodged, only by a millisecond to lose. You gasped, you didn’t expect him to be this fast. While he was still fixed in his position, you gathered up the strength to kick him square in the ribs. It was powerful and you could hear the audience mourn in favor of him. You looked up and he only paid you a sickening grin. He harshly gripped your foot that had kicked him and he spun you around like a rotating top. You felt the air whipping your hair carelessly until he let go. Your back had hit the wall of the ring, hard. You felt yourself coughing up blood and you saw double. However, your opponent didn’t spare you any mercy as he kicked your ribs and you have sworn you felt your spine crack. 

‘Get up!’ you pleaded with yourself.

‘Get up!’

‘Get up!’

‘Goddamnit! Get up, Absolute Zero!’

Unbeknownst to you, he had grabbed a hold of a boulder. You felt the shadow looming over you and your eyes were blown wide open. He was about to smash your skull into a pulp. ‘Are they even allowed to do this!?’ you screeched. And with every fiber of your being, you did get up. With your hands planted on the ground, you pushed your torso from the ground up and moved your legs in a windmill fashion and kicked his legs with such an unwavering force that he fell down, boulder in hand. And you did it, you did manage to get up on your feet. But, he didn’t like that at all. Unfortunately, he recovered quickly as he started to bolt at you.

“You think you’re so cocky, huh?” he spat, lifting you in the air by gripping your collar.

You must have had a death wish because before you could stop yourself, you shot back, “Yeah, a cocky brat that knows how to use mouthwash.” 

He wiped the smug grin off your face by giving you a punch square in the jaw and on your eye too. Pain coursed through your body, but you weren’t done yet. You moistened your lips and with your core strength you swung your legs and crossed them over the arm he was grabbing you with. With one fell swoop, you rotated your body on top and his back hit the floor. While on the dirt of the ring, you knew you had to act fast. In all the years you have been fighting, you knew that you couldn’t win by brute strength alone. Endless night you have been studying about the pressure points located in the bodies of humans. Everyone has a constant flow of energy that allows them to use their quirks. Once you block that energy flow, you block their quirks, temporarily. It was this small piece of knowledge that was going to make you win the battles to come. Without a second to lose, you positioned your hands in order to make a certain formation. Your pinky and ring fingers were held down by your thumbs leaving your middle in pointer fingers extended. You jabbed the pressure points located in his neck, shoulders, arms, legs, and chest. The stadium soon fell silent. As your opponent came to his senses, he groggily tried to get up, although his eyes looked tired and clouded. He tried to throw a right hook at your face, but you dodged. You grinned, his movements were significantly slowed and it felt like fighting a drunk. Slowly breathing in then out, you enacted a front handspring and finally jumped so high as to see the top of your opponent’s head and you used a hook kick that took him down from the neck where your leg made contact. He fell, and you were victorious.

Everyone applauded you and you offered them a lazy grin. This was the first fight that you weren’t beaten into a pulp. You were escorted out of the ring with a genuine smile plastered across your face. You went to the bathroom and took a hot shower and cleaned yourself up. It felt like a reward in itself. You changed into a baggy crew neck and equally baggy cargo pants as well. Your hair was still wet, but you couldn’t care less. As you looked at your complexion in the mirror, you touched your jaw gently and you hissed with pain. Although you won, you didn’t feel like a winner. You felt like a girl who had escaped getting killed on the field and was given a head splitting migraine.

Putting on your shoes and clutching your duffle bag, you left the bathroom for a final time. You met the lady at the front desk; the same location in which you had given her the entry fee. She smiled ear to ear once she saw you.

“I’m so glad that you made it out okay!” she beamed. “I watched the footage and you truly are the darling of this ring! I made a bet on you because I knew you could do it!”

“Thank you,” you smiled shyly, “I’m glad that you didn’t lose your money.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m glad that you made it out in one piece! Which reminds me!” You saw her lean down and grip a safe that was hidden from others in plain sight. She placed it on the desk and opened it using a combination. “You award for tonight!” With that, she pushed a check for 550,000 yen to you.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. “550,000 yen?” Your voice wavered, this was ten times the amount that you were supposed to earn for this one night. “I-Is this a joke?”

The lady looked at you with concern. “N-No! It’s all authentic darling. I actually spoke with some of your friends that train with you. And they say that they want you to have a better life than this.” She sighed, “Their words not mine, but they say that you aren’t very good at hiding that you are homeless. Since your first day at fighting, they were actually matching the amount of money you earned and putting a deposit in a separate account once they think the money they will give you can support you, for fighting for good, or something like that. They overheard that you had dreams of becoming a hero and they wanted to help you reach that threshold.”

As the lady babbled on and on, your voice began to crack and you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. The years of busting your ass trying to survive off in the streets, even opting to sleep in public restrooms for safety—it was all going to end today. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You could say thank you.”

You heard a familiar voice and you whipped your head to see your friends who you fought with standing at the end of the tunnel. You gripped the check in your hand and you raced toward the people you could have called your family. You jumped and hugged everyone that was there. Your hug was filled with gratitude and love for the people there. Heartbeats mingled into one unwavering rhythm.

“Why would you guys do this?” you asked with such happiness in your eyes.

“Because!” one of your friends said. “You’re too damn young and too damn kind to be living like this. You deserve the whole world for making it out this far.” He looked at you with tired eyes that had seen the world for decades now. “We all want to see you thrive, and smile like there’s not a care in the world. We all want you to make it to U.A. and become a hero!”

Now, you were just a mess. Ugly crying was to be heard along with sniffles and smiles along the way. “I don’t know what to say other than…

Thank you!”

As you ran outside of the underground tunnel, you heard one of your friends joke around and say, “If we don’t see you on the big screens, we want our money back!”

You laughed and waved. “Don’t worry! I’ll be sure to give it back with added interest!”

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As you gazed at the high-end houses that stood neatly next to each other, you walked and looked at the addresses that could potentially match the one you were looking for. Then you saw him. For what you could assume to be his bedroom light, you could have sworn the boy you had met earlier had walked briskly past the window. It looked as if he was pacing back and forth frantically. Your shoes pattered against the sidewalk until you reached the front door of his house. His room was on the second floor and you cursed. Although you were good at hand to hand combat, you weren’t good at climbing people’s walls Rapunzel style. You were, unfortunately, not Flynn Rider. As you scaled the wall silently, as to not wake up any of the neighbors, you managed to find a resting stop under the presumed Taishiros window sill which was a minor roof that jutted out from the main body of the house. As you stood up on your tippy toes, you saw Taishiro pacing back and forth in a hurry. It looked like he was on the phone with his mom.

“I-I don’t know where I put it! I’m so screwed!”

The pit of guilt in your stomach just sank lower. God, you were just a selfish jackass weren’t you. Shaking your head, to get rid of those thoughts, you carefully opened his window once you saw his retreating figure head to another room. And carefully placed his wallet on the window sill. You heard his footsteps come closer and closer and you began to panic. You lost your balance and fell onto the ground. Thank god a rose bush was there to help the fall, not. You groaned but then as soon as you remembered your current situation, you ran as fast as you could into the moonlight.

ღ

“You know what, I think my teacher likes me, maybe she’ll be more lenient-” but Taishiro’s voice stopped to a halt. He looked at his window. He… He never remembered opening it up at this hour. “Hold on, I’ll call you back…” he said hesitantly and hung up the phone before the person on the other end could say anything. As he started to walk closer and closer to the window, he found the wallet he had been looking for, the wallet that made him nearly lose his mind over.

Opening the wallet, he saw a note tucked in the clear, plastic protector allocated for his middle school ID photo. It read:

“hey! absolute zero here! i just wanted to say that you lost your wallet somewhere and thank god there was an address along with your shining face :D here’s my number if you wanna talk (xxx)-xxx-xxxx”

Taishiro’s face burst into flames and he looked outside to see if you were there. You weren’t, but nonetheless, he grinned. As he counted the money in his wallet once more, he noticed the extra wadded up 1000 yen bill that was to be seen between the stacks of 10,000 yen bills. And he gave a boisterous laugh that echoed in the halls of his home.

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[yakuzabrainrotlive]

SO; turns out the reason I've felt like a dying woman for days on end is that I have had bronchitis this whole time! Don't wait for 10 days to see a doctor if your lungs feel funny! ✌🏻😌

Anyway, more gameplay! Finished Saejima's part ^_^

I love how openly and unashamedly Saejima expresses his emotions. It feels like a nice change of pace. I adore stoic characters like Kiryu as well, but this is very refreshing.

I admire Saejima's bravery in how he yelled at those bloodthirsty people and refused to budge under pressure. This is clearly a man who thoroughly sticks to his code of honor, no matter the consequences. He was willing to let the Florist's information that would take him closer to reuniting with Sasai, slip through his fingers, just to stick to his beliefs.

Saejima is honestly climbing the ranks to be one of my top favourite characters - and I feel like I barely know him yet!

Oh, okay. We're doing this now. I'm fine!!! I'm not scared!!! I'm SOOO ready for this!!!

....not. SEND HELP.

Actively chewing on my fingernails in fright like a cartoon character. What I wouldn't give to hear Majima's thoughts right now...

First with Kiryu in Y3 and now this? Majima really loves to flex the sheer amount of manpower his family has, huh?

Okay, I truly do believe that this is to keep the cops away, just funny to me how this is the second time we see the entire family surround the perimeter of a building in a vaguely threatening manner.

Ouch... he does NOT want to have this discussion right now. Or maybe he does, but he's trying to collect himself a bit. Can't get a good read on Majima right now. I really wanna see this chat happen but I also dread it.

Saejima.... what a man. He could have let his rage take over, take Majima's whole "Yeah, I betrayed you" at face value and... idk? I don't think he would have killed him? Then again, they made that promise... but I don't see it.

I love how much emotion Saejima has and shows, but he also has a cool enough head to wanna hear Majima out instead of immediately lashing out.

Majima looks so... peaceful? here. Like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. And it's really no wonder - Saejima decided to hear him out, he still calls him "bro" and they're already kind of joking around.

I can already tell I'm gonna LOVE the dynamic between these two. As long as Saejima doesn't end up in the Side Characters We No Longer Need Void™, that is. But I kind of doubt they're gonna pull that with him.

YAYYY!! I CALLED IT!! Welcome back, Puppy Eyes Detective!! I hope you're as good as I'm expecting! Glad to be able to put a name to the face. I'm eager to see how you fight!

[miniimapp]

4*TOWN High School AU - Theatre Club (Aaron T Edition)

Gen ;; fluff - headcanons

Warnings ;; none

Proofread + Edited ;; nope lol

Auth. Note ;; after months (??) of work, struggle, my blood, sweat and tears, i'm finally gonna get these motherfuckers out and i'm so glad

i wrote this literally last year and my style has changed a lil so spot the difference ig ??

enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - Hi, I'm Aaron T and I'm Your Freestyle Dance Teacher

When you'd heard about the school play you weren't all that bothered

It's cool that the arts department have the budget but you weren't too fussed either way

Until, of course, you were dragged into it

One of your friends really wanted to do the play but refused to audition without someone there with her

You didn't want to audition

The compromise was that you joined the stage crew instead

So here you are

Living your best life, truly

You're hoping if you repeat it enough you'll end up believing it

As a stage hand your main responsibilities are operating the moving scenery and rigging the fly system.

When you aren't doing either you start hovering, waiting for someone to give you a job

In the months of rehearsals and tech runs you'd come to realise that these theatre kids aren't the worst to be around

When they aren't obnoxiously screaming Les Mis or Be More Chill at the top of their lungs out of nowhere that is

But everyone has their flaws, you can't exactly blame them for theirs

In fact, you get along well with most of the cast - you'd expected them to be less respectful towards you but you were pleasantly surprised

Your responsibilities as a stagehand consequently mean you spend a lot of time with the people you rig up to the fly system

Including one Mr. Aaron T

Who you had not been expecting to see once tech rehearsals started but oh well, you're not exactly complaining

His entrance into another part of your life caught you off guard, in more ways than one

You see when you first saw him in rehearsals he was doing aerials, flips and handsprings like there was no tomorrow

You'd honestly been anticipating that there wouldn't be a tomorrow for him if he kept up those tricks

Luckily you've come to realise by now that he's basically a professional

A professional at giving you heart attacks

And so you're not too concerned anymore

Lies !! You still tense up whenever you see him do a trick

T finally noticed your existence when he came to you to get rigged up

Because of course he would be the one zooming around in the air doing cartwheels and somersaults

And his reaction to seeing you ??

Most of the cast and crew would argue it was more dramatic than most of the scenes in the actual show

You were just preparing the rigging system for when T arrived and out of nowhere you just hear someone yelling your name

You turn around, mildly concerned and majorly surprised, and find T standing there with the biggest grin you've ever seen

Mans literally runs over to you, flitting around you like an overexcited hummingbird as hyped up ramble spills from his mouth

Lord give you strength and all that because this ??

You did not sign up for this

And while you pretend to be annoyed by his antics you can't help but feel grateful for them too

T is a break in an otherwise stressful job

The director had been especially hard on you and the others working alongside you who operate the fly system

You understand why, obviously, but that doesn't make the pressure any easier to bear

Luckily not many people need to be rigged up to the fly system, 2 or 3 if everyone is present during rehearsals

Moving scenery, while used more than the fly system, is also not incredibly prominent so there's a lot of times that you're waiting around unless you're needed for a job

Time that you spend watching the cast performing and mimicking the dances with your fellow stagehands behind the wings on the opposite side of the stage

T makes sure to note this and comes to keep you company whenever he can

But he can't pretend he doesn't enjoy watching you dance and goof around when you can

While T is more versed in the acrobatic parts of the dances he is still fairly good at the parts the rest of the cast perform while he does his routine

Being one of few doing the acrobatics routines he first learned the parts of the dance that the rest of the cast learn so that if anything goes wrong he can default back to that

Given T has this knowledge he can't help but employ it when he spots you fumbling the moves for what must be the hundredth time

T decides to take matters into his own hands and speaks up the next time he notices you dancing alone

You very nearly jumped out of your skin when T started talking behind you as you attempted a step-ball-change in the small space you had in the wings

You whirled around, ready to start whisper-shouting at him for scaring the living daylights out of you, when he offered to teach you the real moves

Sorry what ??

No, no, no.

No because you only started doing this whole dancing thing to pass the time

It's just a stupid little thing really !!

It's not that you're secretly worried T's going to start making fun of you even though you know that logically he'd never do that

"Don't worry about it if not, I totally get it if you don't wanna! Just thought it'd be even more fun to teach you the moves so we can pretend we're on stage too, y'know?"

T's grin somehow gets impossibly wider as he hypes himself up and gets lost in a daydream of his

"Like, we'd close our eyes and pretend we're dancing on a cloud or, or we're performing to a huge audience or if that's not really your thing we could be like tiny little fairies dancing on mushrooms and flowers like in those Tinker Bell movies, have you seen those by the way I think they're actually pretty good!"

You feel like you're getting whiplash as you listen to his rant, trying your best to keep up

What T's saying makes sense though, underneath all of the waffle you understand what he means

...at least you think you do

So that's how your "dance lessons" (as T so lovingly calls them) begin

And surprise surprise you find yourself having a lot of fun doing them

Soon enough it's not just the moves you're learning but you're also figuring out more about T as well

You knew each other before this, you've sat next to each other, you've talked, he's borrowed your things, you've both embarrassed yourselves but now you feel like you're really growing close to each other

He's quickly becoming one of your favourite people, whispering silly little secrets in your ear, twirling you around

T laughs freely when you whisper sarcastic comments back as you twirl him in return

Soon the "dance lessons" become more just you two dancing in the wings

Slow dances full of twirls and spins, overly-dramatic box steps, random waltzing and accidentally stepping on each others toes peppered with healthy doses of laughter and whispers

(Omg this is the sappiest shit I've ever written,, my teeth are rotting help)

Obviously, T doesn't know the dances to every song and not every song has a dance anyway so when it comes to numbers that T doesn't participate in things get a bit more...chaotic

Like,, a lot more

I'm talking dramatic lip syncing, down on his knees during every emotional song

Mans is as over-the-top as possible hoping he can draw a laugh from you

And it works !!

So y'know, can't blame him for the dramatics tbh

Somewhere along the way T learns the words to most, if not all, of the songs

He definitely serenades you as you two dance

T savours any reaction he can bring out of you, but his favourite is making you laugh or smile

He swears that you glow brighter than the stage lights when you let yourself feel freely

T pulls you close and sings into your ear, his voice rich and smooth, a heavenly melody for only you to hear

[den-of-the-jadewizard]

Whumptober: Day One; I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.

"But you're already gone..."

A/N: This one's a bit rusty, and doesn't feel whumpy enough for me, but that's okay. It gets better.

This is the FNAF AU for the cast of Unified, my comic about shape people. Since I'm hyper fixed on Unified, a lot of these one shots are about them.

"Brother...?"

Bracer stilled, almost bristling as he heard Swift's meek and concerned tone. He didn't dare move his gaze from the corkboard in front of him. He didn't answer him either, hoping his silence was enough to get the point across that he wanted to be left alone right now.

"We've talked about this..."

He put a hand up to cut Swift off. Of course, he wouldn't take the hint. Bracer huffed a sigh, reply curt and to the point.

"I don't want to hear it."

"It wasn't your fault-"

"You've told me a million times already."

"It's true."

"I know that."

"I don't believe you. You've been running yourself ragged for the past month on this, Bracer. The case has been closed-"

"It's not!" Bracer slammed the table and whipped around to face him, snarling.

Swift flinched at the sudden outburst.

"You're a hypocrite, Swift," he rebuked him, "The hell is this any different from the cold case

you've been deadlocked on for four fucking years!?"

"Least we had a lead, but here we knew what had happened how it malfunctioned-"

"-No, I'm not going to listen to whatever you're spewing. If you're here to do that then get the hell out of my house..."

"Bracer, I-"

"Get out," He took a step towards him, Swift taking a step back, "...now."

Bracer took another step, and he took another back as well, this continued till they were out the door, Swift franticly tried once more to convince him.

"Brother, please! I knew they meant quite a lot to you but..." Swift trailed off upon seeing his shocked and then outraged expression.

Bracer trembled in rage, the simple sentence tipping him off. How could he possibly know what he was feeling right now? How dare he...

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY LIFE!!!" He screamed at him. "How could you possibly know!? When you've been gone for most my fucking life!?!"

Swift reared back, almost like he was just shot. The words cut deep but Bracer couldn't stop himself, wouldn't, not this time.

"Bracer, I- I'm..."

"They were a better family than you ever were..." He said coldly, venom dripping off his tongue.

Bracer did not waste time in staring at Swift's shocked expression. He slammed the door in his face before turning to flee down the hall, charging into his room and slamming his door behind him as well.

He screamed, throwing any objects in reach against the walls and across the room. He couldn't control himself any longer, he couldn't stand it.

His voice cracked, throat feeling as if it was being torn in two. He yelled at the top of his lungs, sounding as if he was being murdered, it was a wonder no one called the police. He didn't care about anything but the rage...the hurt.

He threw himself onto his bed, screaming and clawing into the sheets, his body thrashing as if trying to bury itself into it.

Why did they have to visit that damn restaurant!?

WHY!?

It should've been him.

'It' wanted him.

Not them.

So why?

Grief crashed into him like a freight train. He sobbed bitterly into the sheets, body heaving in vain attempt to calm himself.

He wanted them back...

He just...wanted them.

Just...

...

Bracer wasn't sure when he had cried himself to sleep, it surely didn't matter. It wasn't the first time he did so and probably won't be the last either.

It all shifted into a deep-seated numbness as he laid on his side. He was spent from last night, it had all been too much, not just this but all of it had. He glanced at his closed door, a sense of longing hitting him. Part of him expecting them to just knock on the door and walk in.

He sighed, closing his eyes again. He doubts he'll have the strength to even get out of bed today, much less continue with the investigation.

He was left alone with only his thoughts to keep him company.

Alone...

Swift...

Bracer had probably drove away the only living person who cared about him anymore. He had no hard feelings about his past, he was angry and just saying whatever without a sense of tact. He noted to apologize whenever he met with him next, if he ever did.

However, the case still had not made any sense to him. He didn't want to let go of it, he needed to know why it happened. Animatronics don't normally have a bite strength hard enough to kill anyone, it would go against every law of common sense for any company at all, it had to be intentional in some way. Plus, with the numerous other cases of tragedy happening in many different franchises, it all had to be connected in some way as well.

His head started to ache again, he was straining to think, he felt terrible. He huffed a sigh again, and stopped thinking, just lying there helplessly numb to the world outside his bedroom.

He'll figure this out...

Even if it kills him.

He owes them that much.

[the-firebird69]

Warhammer 30k Horus Heresy(Death of Hope) Tribute-In the End

Yeah you hear it and you see it and you're wrong and you won't shut up and we know you're wrong and you're going to force yourself to be dead the whole crew here

Thor Freya

We're doing it everyday we see we're doing it every day we end up just repeating it for all that it's worth we should go try and get something done

Brad

As it is right now humongous armies are going down into the caverns they're extremely massive. The first few rounds were small 0.2% all together over the past few days and they're trying to figure out where they are and what they got now they're sending big groups and as a percentage of the population on Australia it's probably about 0.3% but a group every hour or so so in 3 hours it is 1% of Australia if that doesn't do that they have to try something else that is a massive amount of people it's really a huge amount but it's not as much as you think it's not 1% of the general population or one out of 15% it's one out of 100% and they comprise about 23% of the Earth population it's not even a fraction of that 23% so it's not up there yet and they're doing some research and they have to and they plan to do this and we know about it

-there's a huge number of pseudo empire moving in and the Tampa area they plan to because they're not going anywhere and they have to there's too many people running around bothering them trying to gain them same dumb things saying dumb things trying to corner them get them in Fights. Right now they're in about 42% in about a half hour 45% in a few hours 50% they're doing that and then Georgia Alabama and soon Northern Florida and they're moving fast at the beginning to Tampa and a lot of stuff and they're moving out and they're bringing stuff to bear and they are sick of you idiots you'll see back talking and you don't know what you're talking about

Couple other things are happening

-these people are shouting our son's name at the top of their lungs at night and they're screaming it and it suddenly stopped and they screaming so we're going after them and it's for doing that and we're taking them down and they're saying what for and such and we say for using his name and that's why anyone caught doing it just going to be killed and we are going after you right now we have a bunch that lit up the board it's about 10,000 and we take it seriously

-and yeah the idiot is back and he doesn't have a real job and we're going to relieve him of everything he's doing here and others are too right now we're working on getting him out of all sorts of big jobs and a small one so far

-he's going to go to court and today and he is going to face a judge and a judge is going to throw the book at him for threatening his family and slander and a bunch of other things and he is going to be going away for quite a while if the judge can do it and we think he probably can do some of it is war happening and we're going to get to it pretty soon and we are sick and tired of you people we need you out of here and it's very tired of listening to you you're a gibberish is a really annoying sound we don't find you to be amusing and we are taking apart for your little skits in the park and you're ridiculous people you're suffering and feeling a lot of pain from it you go home and you get hit your family and your friends and your neighbors tell you not to do it and they start to push you around enjoy you the falling over saying they're wrong and it's a way to treat these people a lot of stupid s*** that's coming out of your mouth and we are going to nail you for them you're sick people okay but in the process of this yelling and screaming you do we noticed that our son is getting more and more angry at you and his situation which decided to take care of you and help him at the same time and we are getting more and more powerful in the face of your master who you pointed out and we went after successfully and now you're fighting them and you succeed they are the problem and you're having a lot of problems on Australia but you are failing to back off Us in any way and you're saying that you don't have to but you don't want to and look just like them all sorts of s*** and coming out of your mouth after everything we've been through for me and we were going to make sure you pay for it idiots from reviews and others taking our time and stuff I'm going to do all sorts of stuff drive you around put your brains out put them inside of things to check and make sure that what you say about your armies are true if not you're exchange right away if they don't track with a max they're fired fully and juice you up with them making the Swiss cheese and then into it until you're done it's a lot of work and we're going to work and we hired we're hiring tons of people and a lot of it is due to your screaming and yelling here you don't scream and yell at us and you don't scream and yell at him and your performance is pathetic they say it every day but he says is doing okay cuz we're taking full advantage of it he's gaining territory was getting weaponry and soon will have the diamonds in the caverns believe it or not and we don't think that you can even check where the nozzles are but we will make sure that you don't get those and they don't and yeah we made those for a purpose this huge numbers of people going down there really good and you will start fighting each other over it and you will suffer massive losses and it has been noted that that's coming out and we know it is and we are anticipating it now it's going to be a great time it's it's a exciting time in history to watch you go and destroy each other it's fun but absolutely necessary absolutely we need to have this happen in order to survive you are asinine life style s.

There's a lot of stuff happening around town but nothing phenomenal I'd like to have kept saying you gave them all these ideas and what to do to you more luck you're idiots a lot of people are telling you to shut your face and you refuse to

-this face battles are kind of almost where they were no and they're almost spent off Mars except the pseudo empire you think you'll be 40 billion pseudo empire ships and no Tommy f and the other ships are carted off and off Titan Trump is down to about 30 billion and bja 40 billion and Tommy f is at 80 billion and he's getting some steam and he's going to knock you both out very soon too and coming up shortly we have a couple of people here who are going to get extracted by you each other and it's the trumpsters. They aren't doing too good all in all the fleets of the warlock we feel off of Titan will be gone tell me if we'll have a fledging force off of Mars they're not there anymore that's Tommy f though and the more luck a losing off of the rings of Saturn at the tower ships and we think they'll be gone Trump and tell me up too Tommy f as well once all that's done and say that kind of knock each other out the pseudo empire makes sure there will be probably only $100 billion molex ships they will make a run for the Earth and very few will try for Venus if any but we're prepping for them all and that's coming up possibly today it's going to be a high alert today globally because of that and because of Tommy f. They are dangerous terrorists most of the time. Home on top of that they are battling in the caverns it is a distraction but they do here with the max you're saying which is a relief finally they can see it and they're saying it to tons of them so the more you go down there the more you educate yourself as to what they're actually up to and it's a lot of so today is going to be a big day

##we are experiencing a lot of threats and calls here and all over the world on the populace ours are to stay indoors and sheltering place today is the day where the molex lose their fleets in space and the rest will be chased down small groups and hunted for weeks until extinct

##they will be threatening like madness before ground basis small spaceships in large ones and will be ornery and mean and try and steal things all the time

##at the current time their numbers are still around 11% in the general populace and it is a dangerous level they are very much too big on the islands we are beginning to form up a blockade as well of anything going there or back out and they won't steal from us we're going to take our stuff I'm going to take it back and we're going to stop him

##we're in receipt of hundreds of threats right now we're going to handle each and every one of them by showing up at the door and pulling them out

##the pseudo empire is going to engage them on their Islands to prevent them from leaving we're thinking of pitching in because of what their activities actually are and they're no good and Hera is going to talk to us separately we have several things to do here then we're going to get them done today including making sure our son has a chance to get his funding

To all we wish you the best luck today of ours and Godspeed

Thor Freya

Olympus

We need to issue this right now Hera

[unhingedexperimenter]

Hyde had stared in the direction the man had gone running off to, yelling at the top of his lungs for help that he'll most likely not get from anyone. "There are some strange people in this city, Jekyll. And that's saying something if it's coming from me. Alright. We'll hit up Whiskers lair first. I want to check out how one actually looks. For inspiration. When I become one." Henry wasn't going to enjoy watching this fold out but it was still better than telling Rachel about Dr.Two-Brains. He should've learned from when he had told her about Morcant. "What will you do if they reject you? If they want nothing to do with you?" Hyde had an irritated expression at Henry's doubts. "Must you be negative about everything, Jekyll? I'll just show them how great of a villain I can be. They will be amazed by my abilities. By what I can do. After all, you know exactly what I can do. Which is why I am shocked by your negativity! It will be a piece of cake." Hyde seemed overly confident about him joining the villains. Of course his ego would be exaggerated. That was one of the traits that Hyde showed that embarrassed Henry greatly. Knowing that deep down, it had come from him. "Fine. I'll watch you try. I know I shouldn't be able to stop you anyway." This earned a cackle from the blond. "You're damn right! Now, where did that weird guy say Dr.Two-Brains was?" Henry's silhouette had face-palmed itself. It figures he would've forgotten like that. Being boastful of himself. "He had said that his lair is a warehouse located by the docks. I'll save you the next part if he's not there. He'll be at a motel located just out of the city." Hyde grinned widely, looking quite pleased. "Fantastic." With that said, the criminal set out in the direction towards the warehouse on foot. He preferred to travel by foot. It was much easier to get away from the authorities when he did steal.

Dr.Two-Brains reached the motel around the same time as some other villains had arrived. Greeting the first one he says. "Hope I'm not too late." The other shook her head at that. "No, you are on time, on schedule and punctual!" Lady Redundant Woman smiled at him. Despite going on a date previously and it not working out, they had gotten along pretty well. Not letting that tiny hiccup get in the way of their villainy. Neither had ill feelings towards each other. "That's good to hear. Thank you. How long do you think this will go on?" The mad scientist didn't want to leave his daughter alone for very long. Even though he knew that she would be out cold until morning and the four would look after them.

Patricia was the second to arrive at that house. She wasn't surprised to find Jenkins opening the door but was surprised to find the lack of Dr.Two-Brains. "What's going on?" The villainess seemed concerned. "Dr.Two-Brains wants to find more information about a criminal. I wasn't able to find much information on him but you might. He's not here right now because he had to attend a meeting by the EVA." Patricia looked shocked by this. "Hold on." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She checked through it and groaned. "I must have missed this. He better tell them that I'm not there for a good reason." Jenkins found this reaction amusing. He sometimes would forget that she was also a villain. Although she wasn't the top villain she was still pretty high up there. “I'm sure he will. He knows you're needed here. The criminal that Dr.Two-Brains had been talking about. Maybe you've heard of him. Edward Hyde. He gives himself the title of The Spirit of London at night. Strangely.” Patricia thought about it for a moment. “That strangely does sound somewhat familiar. I've seen so many people. Describe him more for me?” Jenkins looked hopeful but then there was another knock at the door. The scientist quickly went to answer it. Opening the door to find Archie standing there. “What's happening? I'm sorry it took me a while to come over.” Jenkins shook his head. “You were quick enough, though. Where's Hugh?” Patricia's phone had dinged at that. Like it as on que.

@thecountoflondonfansite

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

@thecountoflondonfansite

[bellafragolina]

Ingo, laventon, or emmet’s s/o who is normally shy and quiet but someone insults one of them so their s/o stands up for their lover loud and proud? It’s usually the other way so I thought to reverse it!

You're very right! Let's change it around! These boys are lovely and deserve to be the ones swooning over their protective S/O!!

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Ingo:

He's well aware that some people think he's cold, stiff, creepy due to his natural frown. You're well aware too, which is why he's grown an instinct to grab you by the back of the shirt whenever someone tells him to his face. But you're not having it.

"Say that to me!" You demand, fighting his grip. The person, not expecting you, hiding behind Ingo when they came over, to react so violently, steps away. "I'll have you know Ingo is the kindest, sweetest person alive! If I hear another bad word outta you, you'll be needing a podiatrist to extract my foot from your ass!"

Ingo drags you away, touched but a tad exasperated with you. As you blush and wilt under his amused gaze, he ruffles your hair and gives you a tender kiss. He thanks you by getting you a treat, and giving you plenty of affection once your home, kissing your blushing cheeks as you hide your face in your hands

You're always so quiet, but seeing you get loud to defend him makes him sappy. Even if he has to restrain you from kicking butt

Emmet:

The first time you go guard dog, it's after someone called him creepy. You had been keeping your distance, not wanting to interrupt a conversation, when you overhead the insult. Now he's got you in his arms, held off the floor, as you try to claw your way over to the person

"Don't you dare disrespect my boyfriend!" You shout. Emmet didn't know you could get that loud. "He is the most wonderful person I have ever met! I'll tear your arms off if you insult him! Apologize! He's the best boyfriend anyone could ask for, and he is not creepy, you-"

Emmet takes you away, thought begrudgingly. He's super interested in what you would've done, but he knows you hate the attention. And as soon as you both are somewhere private, you immediately cow and apologize to Emmet, only to get worked up again as you remember that rude person's comments

Emmet just peppers you in kisses and calls you his Guard Lillipup. Your embarrassment at the term makes him snicker, and he makes a mental note to next time let you go ham. He wants to see what you can do

Laventon:

Sadly, he's not unused to insults. Most of the villagers think he's strange, he dresses weird, acts weird, and is a little inept to be a professor with how often his Pokémon escape him. He can't do anything about it, so he just tries to ignore it, even if it chips at his confidence sometimes. You notice this, and do your best to cheer him up, but sometimes there's nothing that helps

So when a villager calls Laventon a horrible professor after a Pokémon escapes his grasp, you don't hold back. The entire village is shocked to see you yelling at the top of your lungs about Laventon's accomplishments and how great of a professor he is while said professor blushes heavily and smiles like a lovestruck fool

"-and I'll have you know that Professor Laventon has done more in his time here in Jubilife that you have ever done in your life, so-" You're dragged off by Laventon, but you just grow louder as the distance between you and your target grows. "-SO THE NEXT TIME YOU WANNA TALK SHIT-"

You're horribly embarrassed once you've calm down, but you firmly tell Laventon you'd do it again in a heartbeat. He kisses your hands. Your defense has boosted his confidence tenfold, and he's very appreciative

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Get they asses, reader.

Hope you liked it, love! Have a great day!

~Renee

[missymurphy1985]

Second Chances - Cillian Murphy X Fem!Reader One Shot

Warnings - mentions of serious accident / disability / fluff / smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212

Requested by @heidimoreton

Wheeling yourself down Grafton Street on a sunny Spring day, you headed down the small alleyway you found on a Google search the day before looking for the old bookshop. The cobbles were tricky to navigate in your wheelchair, but after almost a year of being in it, you managed, though you were admittedly completely exhausted by the time you saw the shop.

Thankfully the doorway was ground level, and wide, so you were able to wheel inside without any issues. It was only once you were in, you realised your relief was to be short-lived.

The ground floor was a cafe. Hot baguettes and fresh cream cakes behind the counter, niche little tables and chairs lined the floor, and the books you were hoping to browse through? Well they all sat on the first floor, atop a spiral staircase and a lift with a big 'Out of Order' sign written across it.

You could feel your exhausted self start to well up. A combination of your arms and back aching from rolling across hefty cobblestones, and a lack of sleep the night before as a result of insomnia that had plagued you since the accident, an argument in the last store you were in with a random Karen who said you were taking up "too much room" in the aisles... This felt like the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Hey, are you okay?" You heard a young waitress ask you, kneeling down. You hated that, people kneeling to talk to you like you were a fucking child.

"I'm fine," you snapped, eyes burning with fresh tears that you bit your lip to stop from falling.

You're stronger than this, come on YN...

You turned your chair around, accidentally knocking the table where that nasty woman from the shop earlier sat with a coffee and a book, the coffee spilling onto her smart suit as she lurched back suddenly to try and avoid it.

"Are you blind as well?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, and your resolve broke, but someone else answered before you could.

"As well as what, exactly?" A dark haired man you recognised almost instantly was stood at the table, arms folded, waiting for an answer from the woman. You recognised him instantly, hard not to when he's one of the most famous men in Ireland..

"Come on, don't keep us in suspense. 'Blind as well as...' what?" He pressed on, his glare never leaving the hers.

She garbled something you couldn't hear, and quickly gathered her things, leaving the shop in a hurry.

Your eyes were burning, your chest heaving as you said a quiet thank you to him before wheeling out of the store. Parking yourself in a quiet corner out of view, you held your head in your hands and sobbed in shame.

Drying your eyes on a tissue from your handbag, you suddenly saw him again, this time with a coffee in a takeaway cup and a slice of cake wrapped in foil.

"Looked like you needed a pick me up?" He smiled, and you found yourself smiling back. Taking the coffee, you took a sip and winced.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted sugar, I'll grab you some. And how about I grab that book for you while I'm in there huh?"

"What book?"

"Well, you don't come into a bookstore for a new TV, do you?" He chuckled.

"Oh... Sorry, yeah... Erm, no no, don't worry it's okay, you've done enough for me.."

"I insist. Tell me what you're looking for, I promise I'll find it."

You weren't actually looking for a specific book, just something new to read. He asked what kind of things you liked, nodded, and headed back inside. Opening up the wrapper of the cake, you smiled to yourself. Cillian Murphy just bought you carrot cake.

He came back out after just ten minutes and found you finishing the last bite.

"Got the cake right, at least," he said, handing you a bundle of sugar packets and a little wooden stirrer. He took the foil from you and pocketed it.

He invited you to sit with him outside the cafe where a couple of tables formed a neat row. Moving one of the chairs out the way kindly, he made room for you to wheel up to it.

"Do you need a hand?" He asked gently. And you didn't take offence. Shaking your head, you eased into the spot and put the brake on, dropping the contents of a couple of sachets into your coffee and stirring as he handed you the book.

"I read this one last year. Couldn't put it down. I think you'll like it."

You looked at the cover and smiled. An author you were familiar with, but hadn't got round to reading yet.

"Thank you, Cillian," you said, placing the book in your bag.

"You recognised me too then?"

"Too?"

"Y/n y/l/n?"

You blushed a little, nodding your head.

"I don't tend to get recognised much these days," you frowned, indicating your clumpy, yet stylish set of wheels.

You grimaced a little at the sharpness of the coffee and he laughed.

"Yeah, coffee isn't great here, sorry. I only come here for the books. And I don't get harassed by fans because no one knows it's here."

"How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, it's fine."

"I'm not a charity case, Cillian..." You felt yourself getting annoyed again, but he didn't flinch a jot.

"I never said you were."

Later that day, once you'd finally made it back to your bungalow in Malahide, you wheeled into the living room and put the radio on low. Opening your book, a note fell out of it onto your lap.

"If you ever fancy a decent coffee. Cillian." His phone number was underneath his name.

You felt yourself smile and blush, and saved his number in your phone.

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A few days later, you decided to take a chance. You'd spoken to your sister who told you if you didn't start taking these opportunities you'd regret them forever. And it wasn't like he was a bad guy. You knew from your actor friends and former colleagues who'd worked with him in the past how nice he was, and how friendly he was.. all of them couldn't be wrong.

Typing a text and pressing send, you felt a real sense of nervousness and fear.

"How about tonight? I can pick you up around 7?" His reply read.

"Bit late for coffee, don't you think?"

"Depends if you want coffee after dinner. I prefer red wine, personally."

"Who said anything about dinner?"

"I did. Send me your address and I'll see you at 7."

He was cocky, that was for sure. But you couldn't deny that you liked it. Checking the time and realising you had a couple of hours to get ready, you navigated through to the bathroom. You hadn't quite mastered the mechanics of a 'quick' shower yet..

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The restaurant he'd chosen was a beautiful Italian place in Malahide. You'd driven past it a few times in your new adapted car, but had never been in. In fact, this was your first time in a restaurant since the accident. You hadn't felt brave enough to try. That day you'd ventured out to the bookstore was only the 3rd or 4th trip out and about. The car you'd bought and adapted a month ago was your way of forcing yourself out - you couldn't hide in your bungalow forever.

"Are you okay with this?" He asked, kindly, as you were led to a table in the middle of the room.

"Yes, thank you," you smiled nervously as the waiter moved a chair out of the way and set you both up with the wine menu.

"Cillian before we go on, please let me pay for this. My way of saying thank you?"

"You know I'm never going to agree to that. Plus, you have nothing to thank me for."

"Then at least let me pay my share." He could tell it wasn't a question, more of a demand, and he smiled, knowing he wasn't going to win.

"Fine. I'll allow it this time."

"So you think there'll be other times, do you?"

"I certainly hope there are."

The wine was brought over, along with a lemonade for Cillian, and you ordered your meals. The conversation flowed easily, there were no lapses, or awkward silences. He was genuinely interested in your life, no matter how mundane it had been until recently.

"I did hear about the accident. You were lucky to survive from what I heard?"

"It was a freak moment that I've been trying to forget."

"I'm sorry..."

"No it's fine. Running away from it isn't going to help is it? Or wheeling away, should I say," you chuckled and Cillian nearly spat his lemonade over the table.

"Wasn't expecting that, sorry," he laughed, wiping his chin.

"I've always found laughter is the best form of medicine, so I'm trying to apply it to this - albeit it's probably massively inappropriate at times!"

"No I think it's brilliant. A great coping mechanism. Can I ask.. can you walk at all, or.."

"My left leg was amputated above the knee. My other leg amputated below. Neither could be saved. I wear prosthetics for show when I'm out, but I can't walk on them. They're sore enough on their own."

"Wow. Would walking be something you're aiming for?"

"One day, maybe. There's options, but I'm not looking at them right now."

"Fair enough. So what's been the biggest challenge?"

"Work. Can't really get decent acting roles if you can't walk."

"Do you miss it?"

"I miss the camaraderie onset. I miss being able to do all those crazy stunts I used to do. Funny that I miss the thing that put me in this chair in the first place, huh?"

"That one you did, was it jumping off the motorway bridge onto oncoming traffic, you did that?"

"Yep. Did all my own stunts."

"Can I ask what happened?"

"Funnily enough, it was that stunt that did it. I misjudged the jump, landed on top of a car funny and shattered my shin bone. When I hit the tarmac, the next car ran over my legs. Luckily the driver saw me fall and slowed down but not enough..."

"Shit.."

"They thought they could save my legs, but gangrene and sepsis had other plans for me." Your eyes welled up, and you felt his hand squeeze yours across the table. But it wasn't pity in his eyes. No pity whatsoever in fact. You didn't know what it was.

The waiter arrived not long after with your main meals, and a comfortable silence fell between you as you ate. Occasional glances from you to him, and you'd catch him doing the same.

You couldn't deny the attraction, and you certainly couldn't deny you were having a good time.

When the meal was done and you'd finished your wine, he drove you home, and you invited him in for that decent coffee.

He stood in your living room admiring your book collection when you called him through to the kitchen.

"Can't wheel and carry coffee at the same time - health and safety hazard," you grinned, handing him the cups.

"Decent coffee indeed, y/n." He followed you back into the lounge and sat on the sofa. You pulled the chair next to it, and lifted yourself from the hard seat onto the sofa expertly.

"Sorry but that was fucking impressive," he smiled, watching you.

"I'll have arms like Mike Tyson soon," you laughed.

"Thank you for tonight," he said after taking another sip, playing it on the coffee table and leaning back and to the side to face you.

"I had a good time. Didn't want it to end."

"Who says it has to?" Your eyes met, and you saw his flash with a sudden intensity. You felt nervous again, but you didn't push him away when he came a little closer. He looked at you for approval, which you gave in the form of a subtle nod, and he leaned forwards, cupping your face gently and leaning in to place a tender kiss against your lips. You felt your hands shake and giggled as you realised your coffee was still in your hand. He smiled and took it from you, placing it next to his, before he kissed you again. It deepened, your hands came up and tangled in his hair as you felt his tongue push past your lips.

He pulled away..

"I should go..."

You could see in his eyes that he didn't want to, and you didn't want him to either, but you felt almost sick with anxiety.

He didn't make any other moves, so you took a deep breath and moved for him. Crashing your lips onto his, he soon got the hint and reciprocated the deeper, more passionate kiss. You felt yourself be pulled into his lap, and both of you stopped as your prosthetic legs clunked together from the impact. Glancing at each other, you wanted the ground to swallow you up, but to your surprise he laughed.

"Laughter is the best medicine, remember?" He reminded you, and you laughed with him.

"I'll take them off, they're killing me anyway!" He let you lean back on the sofa and you slid the plastic attachments off, casting them aside and rubbed your aching limbs. His hands quickly took over, massaging the skin, not even slightly bothered about the stumps of what was left of your legs. His fingers felt incredible, and you couldn't help but groan as he kneaded the soreness out of them.

"See, now I'm gonna have to do something drastic, and frankly I don't care if I offend you," he said, very matter of fact, before standing up and leaning down over you. His lips back on yours, his arms scooped up under your shoulders and knees. With no effort, he lifted you up into his arms as you kept your lips on his, a giggling smile from you as he carried you down the hallway. You pointed to the bedroom, and he kicked the door open, laying you down on your bed softly.

"I'll only be offended if that was the last time you do that."

He laughed as he reached up your thighs, feeling the hem of your underwear and hooking his fingers through them. Sliding them down, he smiled at the damp patch on them, raising his eyebrows at you.

"Better be more where that came from," he smirked.

"How'd you know it isn't wee and I'm not incontinent?"

He rolled his eyes playfully and parted your legs, and you felt your cheeks burn as his eyes cast over your bare core. A single finger slid through your folds, and you bit your lip as he brought it back to his lips.

"Doesn't taste like it."

"What's it taste like?" He grinned and leaned his body over yours, his lips at your ear as his finger stroked back over your folds.

"Like it's begging for my cock, y/n." You felt him push two fingers deep inside you and your back arched, the sudden invasion making you gasp, writhing underneath him as he searched slowly... Smiling when your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.

"That's my girl..." He groaned, his voice dropping a few octaves, sending shivers down your spine.

"Don't stop..."

He moved his body back down and buried his face between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit and stroking it in rhythm with his fingers. You gripped the sheets behind you, eyes closed, desperate little pants leaving your chest as his tongue and fingers drove you insane.

"Fuck... Oh god, Cillian..."

You felt and heard him moaning against your throbbing pussy as he continued his assault on your senses. Your orgasm building so quickly it was taking your breath away. The fingers of his free hand reached up, looking for yours, and you gripped it, linking your fingers tight against his as your pelvis started to rock against his face.

"Cill... Oh shit, oh fuckfuckfuck!!!" You couldn't stop yourself crying out as your orgasm flushed through your entire body. His tongue stopped, but his fingers continued, still pressing on that magical spot deep inside you, pummelling you through your waves of pleasure.

You tried to pull his hand away but he leaned back over you, his forehead pressed to yours.

"Let it go, I can feel another one in there, squirt those sweet juices over me," his hot breath on your face and the deep tone of his voice sent you over the edge, a violent arch of your back as you felt a gush between your legs, and your vision flashed white. Your whole body tingled with a burning intensity. Your core throbbed. His fingers finally slowed down as he watched your eyes open slowly.

"Jesus..."

"I've been called worse."

"You're changing these sheets in the morning, you know that right?"

"I know - but I'm planning on making you do that a few more times before then."

He slid your dress from under you and over your head, and he removed his trousers and shirt. He stood before you in just his boxer shorts, and you made fast work of removing those for him. His cock at eye level, you stroked the thick, long shaft with one hand, cupping his heavy balls with the other. He tilted your head up, and pushed you back down on your back, parting your thighs with his knee.

"We have plenty of time for that beautiful mouth to suck my cock dry, but if I'm not inside you any time soon my balls will fucking implode."

"Better do something about that then, hadn't you?" You didn't know what had come over you. You'd never felt so confident, so empowered. He made you feel beautiful. Sexy again.

You lined him up against your still pulsating entrance, and he slid inside easily after your warm up earlier. A satisfied moan from both of you as he filled you completely.

"I have the coil," you smiled as you felt him freeze suddenly.

"Works for me," he kissed your lips again as his hips started to move in and out of you, aiming his cock for the spot he'd found not that long ago.

"Oh!" You cried out as he grinned smugly, leaning up on his hands as your fingers raked over his fine chest hair, up over his shoulders. Small little crescent shapes appearing as your nails dug into his skin with each deep thrust against your G Spot.

"Feel good baby?" He asked, upping the pace.

You simply nodded, unable to form words. You looked down where your bodies were connected, watching his cock disappear between your folds. Glancing back up to watch his face, etched in concentration, trying not to let go too soon. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, gripping the skin, tugging at his hair as the pace quickened and deepened.

"Need you to cum for me," he panted, barely holding on.

You slid a hand down between you and circled your soaked, throbbing clit, edging yourself close to orgasm. You felt your walls contracting around his cock, the swell of his shaft as he pounded into you.

His hand around your thigh, lifting it to your side as he grabbed at the flesh, the new angle allowing him better movement and a deeper thrust, and you heard him groaning as you started to cum around his cock.

"Fuck yes, that's it, gripping me like a fucking vice, cum for me, give it to me," he was panting harder, and your back arched for a third time as you felt that familiar surge through your core of your juices flowing from you. Coating his thighs.

His eyes fixed on yours, his hand holding your jaw with a gentle force to keep you looking at him through your orgasm and he fell through the abyss with you. His eyes widened, a higher pitched few gasps, and you felt his cock twitch and empty his seed deep, his thrusts pausing from the intensity.

"Fuck, oh fuck..." He gave a couple more final thrusts as his cock finished painting your walls, his eyes fluttering closed as his breathing deepened, coming down from his high.

He fell onto the bed next to you and pulled you into him. You rested your head against his chest, feeling his breathing calm, stroking through his chest hair gently.

It didn't take long for both of you to fall into a deep, comfortable, and for you, dreamless sleep.

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Six months later...

Your hips rocked against his on the sofa, chasing your impending orgasm as his hands groped at your breasts. Foreheads pressed together, you felt your orgasm pulse through you as he shot his seed deep inside you with a grunt and a cry of your name, your hips slowing.

He lifted you off him and back onto your chair, and pulled your underwear quickly back on you, before pulling his jeans up his legs and straightening out his t-shirt.

"Bit more relaxed now?" He chuckled, checking his hair in your dressing room mirror. Cillian had completely restored your confidence, and after auditioning for a part in Enda Walsh's latest production, the part was yours. After four months of rehearsals, tonight was your opening night.

"Much better, thank you."

He leaned his hands on your wheelchair handles and bent down to kiss your lips.

"Now go out onto that stage and show the world what my girl can do eh?"

[cherri-cherri]

× Little Flower ×

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Pairings - Ryoumen Sukuna x Reader

Synopsis - No one was allowed to touch you as you were his. Those who dared would suffer a fate worse than death...

Warnings - Possible Grammar Errors, Slight Gore, Swear Words

A/N - This fic here is pretty short but I wanted to write this after having a weird dream with flowers and Sukuna. I honestly have mixed feelings about this one but I hope you all enjoy! - 🍒

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"Speak, girl. Do you know why you stand here on trial here today?" A voice called out to you from above but you simply kept your head hanging down to stare at the stacks of dry wood pressed under your feet. Your body ached due to the countless bruises and cuts littering your skin and the tightness of the ropes cutting into your bound wrists weren't helping at all in the slightest.

"Y/N L/N, do you understand why you stand before us?" The voice repeated again, this time a rough hand grabbing ahold of your hair and gripping it tightly, forcing you to stare up at the man before you.

"Cat has your tongue? Well then, let me remind you that you were caught giving aid to the king of curses. No doubt spreading your legs for him like that harlot you are" his words only mirrored the disgusted look in his cold grey eyes, glaring down at you as his grip on your hair only tightened. Sad to think that you would be used to this knowing your uncle was not a kind or gentle man and yet his words only stung.

"...I did no such thing....He was hurt and I was trying to help, I was–" Letting out a yelp as your cheek burned from the slap your uncle gave you, you felt tears prickling your eyes as he leaned in closer.

"Liar!! Someone saw you with him, saw you hold him! It is obvious that your vile ways allowed him to take over your mind and possess you!" Yelling at the top of his lungs, you heard others around you cheering the man on as some even chimed in. So many hateful words, so many people who you believed to friends and family only for all of them to look at you with such disdain and anger. Tears began to form until your uncle released you and stepped away, "There is only one way to save your soul now before he swallows it whole. The flames will send you to the afterlife and maybe then, you will be saved."

Your heart dropped after hearing that. You were going to die, all because of giving a monster sanctuary, all because you tried to be kind. Men carrying large clay pots came to the stake you were bound to and then began splashing you with oil. Coughing as the liquid was poured ontop of your head, you heard the chanting of the people all around you, screaming and yelling for your death over and over again as your uncle came walking back towards you while holding up a lit torch.

This was the end. Your miserable life ending at such a horrible note, it made you let out a small saddened chuckle as you slowly closed your eyes and waited for the fire to engulf your completely until nothing but ash reminded.

You waited..

And waited..

The ropes wrapped around your wrists were soon sliced off and at the same time, you hear a few thuds collapsing onto gravel not too far away from you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself staring at your uncle. Your now headless uncle. The blood erupting from his neck like a geyser as the body slumped down to its knees, occasionally twitching as the blood sprayed across your face and ragged dress. The color drained from your face completely as you stared down at the blood on your clothes, horrified until a large tattooed around wrapped itself around your waist. Freezing completely, you looked back forward to see the villagers beginning to flee until those who even took a step back were diced into cubed pieces.

"Any human who moves another muscle will die." A rough voice called out behind you, sending your heart to panic. Turning your head slightly to the side, you saw him.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

His eyes darted down towards you, crimson hues staring into your watery E/C eyes and he simply gave you a toothy grin. "Come on now, Y/N, you shouldn't give such a frightened look to your knight in shining armor. I just saved your life."

"Y-you killed them.. " you muttered, causing Sukuna to roll his eyes as he lifted you in the air before placing you down onto his shoulder to carry you. "And? I don't see what's wrong here. You're alive, they're dead. Now that we've been over that, I think you owe me a reward—"

"I knew it..." a woman said from the crowd, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping her fists. She stared at the two of you with fear in her eyes, more so you than Sukuna. "Y-you were sleeping with him..you dirty whore...letting a monster in this village. Letting a curse spread in this village!" As she screamed out, blood soon enough trickled down her lips as she felt a pain in her chest before a growing numbness. Looking down, the woman saw nothing but a gaping hole in the middle of her chest, blood dribbling down the emptiness to the stomach until she slowly collapsed on her back. Others around her screamed out, some moving from the places they were standing before being sliced in half or trisected into parts. You gasped out, covering your mouth as you felt bile rising up.

"S-she did nothing wrong!" You yelled to Sukuna as he only stared at the remaining people in the crowd with a smirk. "Wrong...As far as I see, everyone here has committed a great sin."

Crimson stained the once grey pathway as people are killed by the curse one after another. A few brave (or foolish) souls attempted to even rush at Sukuna only to make it as far as five steps forward before their insides became their outsides. A woman tried to beg for her life by offering herself as Sukuna's personal slave, even going as far as to give away to lives of her children but once again it proved nothing as she too was killed.

It didn't take long for Sukuna to kill off the rest of the villagers, regardless of their age or even if they were innocent or not. They were all killed and slaughtered brutally without mercy, their blood mixing together as the smell of their corpses began to reek. You stared down at the headless corpse of your uncle, eyes dulled as you thought perhaps it would've been better if the fire had claimed you. Then no one wouldve been killed. No, no that wasn't true.

It would've been better if you never met him. If you simply continued on your way and left him bleeding out for the shamans to find. If you had never opened your heart to the curse..then no one would've died. Then no one would've been killed. Feeling a hand brush your hair gently with his nails and combing a strain behind your ear, you were snapped out of your thoughts. Sukuna pulled you closer towards him with one arm and wrapped each of his arms around your small frame before pressing his lips onto your forehead.

"They didn't have to die..." your voice was practically a whisper at this point, hoarse and dry from the screaming and begging for him to stop. Sukuna merely chuckled as he released you, "Do you feel guilty?"

"What sort of question is that supposed to be? Of course I do...." Saying that you didn't would only be half of the truth. Sure you were angry with how they were so quick to hurt you and kill you but then again, if you knew this was what Sukuna was capable, you would've accepted the punishment. You should've listened, should've stayed away from him that night yet apart of you knew that this perhaps wouldn't have changed much.

"I don't see why when because of you, your people get to live on..."

Those words got your attention as they left you confused. Before you could even question him however, you heard a small weak voice speaking out towards it. "You've doomed us all, girl..."

You could've swore that it was your uncle speaking to you and yet you knew that was impossible seeing as his vocal cords were severed alongside his head. But when your eyes slowly looked over to the severed head, you saw a large flower growing where the blood pooled over. It might have been beautiful if it wasnt for the fact that your uncle's face was on the flower, darkened eyes staring at you. Gasping out, you covered you mouth and took a step back, pressing your back into the warm chest of Sukuna as he pointed over towards the other bodies littered around the execution ground.

A variety of flowers had sprouted forth from the blood soaked ground, each with the faces of the dead villagers as they yelled and screamed out in agony at you. So many cried out your name, children who were unfortunately brought here wailed as their mothers simply screamed out multiple swears at you. Speechless, you froze at the sight as more flowers simply began to grow up around the two of you and were only spreading. Small vines began to creep towards you, only to be sliced away when it got too far, not to you but to Sukuna.

"Regret, anger, hatred, sadness. So much negative energy, so much rage here. I wanted to repay my little flower and what else to gift her with than a garden of her own." He hunching over and reaching for one the screaming flowers, he plucked it forth from the ground as the face on it contorted in pain before it began to beg for mercy. "Flowers for my flower. Though none of this compare to you." Sukuna chuckled, placing the plant onto the back of your ear before combing a strand of your hair.

You felt disgusted as the flower's voice grew more and more faint, it practically whispering in your ear for himself to be spared such a fate. You could do nothing but silently say how sorry you were yet your hushed apologies were drowned out by the voices of your new cursed garden.

[hnychn]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

pairing: poly! bakusquad x gn! reader

summary: why settle for one lover when you could have five? 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 🐝: ugh i love the idea of all five of these assholes in one relationship !! it just makes my heart 😫. lmk what you thought of it, i appreciate any constructive criticism that'll help me improve 🤍 i'm also working on a shoto work next so!! PS. this ended up being a lot longer than i thought, so i'll be making it into diferent parts!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞

ur their baby

sorry

don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

so first and foremost, how you became a part of their relationship.

surprisingly, it was bakugo who brought up the idea to the others 😳

you're not in 1a, but you are in the support class. you make them gadgets 😌

and bakugo met you when the last student who was supposed to be responsible for his costume design and other shit refused to work with bakugo anymore

that was the sixth guy to quit

so you offered to pick up his work 😌

otherwise the storyline wouldn't continue

so bakugo goes to you after school and is like, "listen here you fucking extra-"

and that's as far as he got before you interrupted him and was like:

"no yOU listen you hot-headed cyndaquil! the only reason you should be talking to me is if you want to submit a request for your costume. other than that, don't look at me. don't speak to me. don't even breathe near me. GOT IT?!"

and he was just. . .😳 damn

highkey thought your yelling was hot

so the weeks pass and surprisingly he listens to you and doesn't speak to you outside of making requests for his costume or giving feedback

and your relationship with him is relatively stable

you're not friends but you can live together without ripping each other apart

there's a term for it but i forget what it is

he starts coming by more often because there's a kink in one of your gadgets

so you ask him to stay after school to test it out and figure out what the problem is

you end up talking

and you realise he's not as much of an asshole as you thought he was

and your relationship turns into more of a "friendship" but not if that makes sense?

like, "ok so i don't hate you, but i still hate you."

does that make sense? i how it does

anyways,

the two of you start saying hi in the halls or nodding at each other

bakugo's babies see this and are like ??

yOU MADE A FREND??

yes. yes he did 😌

so kirishima and mina try and convince him to introduce them to you

"why would i introduce you to that dumbass? they're nothing special."

he doesn't mean it, he's just flustered.

so kirishima, mina, kaminari, and sero start looking out for you in the halls

and they start picking up on your routine

without knowing they basically know your schedule

it's bakugo who points it out when kirishima said it was time to go

🦈 "oh! it's time to go guys!"

💥 "why? lunch isn't even over yet"

⚡️ "y/n usually goes to that vending machine by their art class during this time"

💥 ". . . how do you fuckers know that?"

and they're all silent like. . . how do they know that?

that's when it hits then that without them knowing, you slipped your way into their heart

because here they were,

right next to the vending machine where you always go 20 minutes before lunch ended to get a small snack

and when you get there and see bakugo surrounded by a bunch of people looking at you with starry eyed

". . . hi?"

mina lunges at you and asks how the hell you tamed bakugo

"easy, i beat his ass."

"NO YOU DIDN'T YOU FUCKER!"

and you just snort at his reaction and put some coins into the vending machine

"why do you think your gauntlet backfired yesterday, dumbass?"

and he blanks like. . .wait. . . wAIT A MINUTE

"THAT WAS YOU?!"

you nod, "wish i was there to see it though."

and you pout

fUCKING.

POUT.

and they all just feel their heart go doki doki

so the bell rings for class to start and you say goodbye to them and kaminari promises to show you the video he took of bakugo's gauntlet backfiring tmr at lunch

and while they're walking to class, none of them are talking

which is very unusual

but they all know their thoughts are only of you

it's kind of like an unspoken agreement that they're all falling for you

they have a hard time paying attention in class that day.

OK NEXT DAY!!

so you rush over to the bakusquad and practically throw yourself at kaminari

because you wanna see that video

you don't notice he's a blushing mess and the others are staring a bit bitterly because

:I i want that

so he shows you the video and you start laughing so hard

and it's so contagious and soon they're all laughing

except bakugo because he refuses to laugh at himself

but they suddenly hear someone calling your name

and you all look over and see some guy who's also from general studies

they see you roll your eyes and mutter, "fucking hell" under your breath

so it's safe to assume you don't like this guy.

"hey l/n."

"hey tanaka. . ."

the boy shoves his hands in his pockets, "so about that date saturday-"

you might have slapped the bakusquad in the face with a fish because holy-

they never considered you were seeing anyone and now they're kinda heartbroken because oop-

caught feelings too quick 🙊

but you grind your teeth, "it's not a date tanaka. the teacher paired us up for a project because he knows you're so incapable of doing anything on your own you have to be watched like a child."

anD WHOO BOY THEY WERE NOT EXPECTING THAT

kaminari snorts a bit before slapping a hand over his mouth

mina grabs kirishima's arm and burries her face into his jacket to stifle her laughs

kirishima and sero and just staring at each other with wide eyes and slowly growing smiles like "bro did they just say that?" "dude i think they did!"

and bakugo. . .

he's staring at you with the proudest look in his eyes and a smirk because yeah, that's his baby

wait what.

now the boy is a bit embarrassed that you said that in front of some of the school's top heroes

so he sputters a bit before walking away with a red face

💥 "damn i didn't know you had that in you, spit fire."

you stare at him a bit with a small blush at the nickname

and you sputter out a thanks before making an excuse to leave (something about banana milk)

and they all stare at each other

⚡️ ". . .did they . ."

🦈 "was that a-"

🍊 "holy fuck that was-"

💥 "-adorable."

mina is took shocked to say anything

during this time, you bang to realise your feelings for the group as well

but you thought you were being selfish for wanting all five of them

so you kind of avoid them for the next few days in hopes of your feelings going away

you change up your schedule

and when you see them or one of then in the halls you turn around and go another direction

they were a bit confused as to what they did

but kirisima assured them that you were probably just working out your feelings and they should respect that

so they did

and they pretended it didn't hurt when you suddenly dart the other way when you see one of them

they gave you your space

and they thought you would come to them when you had everything worked out

until bakugo cane storming into the dorms one day

he was obviously pissed, but his eyes were also a bit glossy

so they all dragged him to kirishima's room since it was closest and asked him was was wrong

💥 "that dumbass quit from making my items."

and they were all kind of shocked

like wtf ??

uhm, for why?

you had assured bakugo that you wouldn't be another one of those losers who resigned because of his eccentric personality

and yet here we are

they spend the rest of the night in kirishima' room comforting bakugo

because he really took it the hardest

like sure the others liked you too,

but bakugo spent the most time with you

and developed a deeper relationship with you than the others

so the next day,

kirishima wants to talk to you

so he goes to the support room and bumps into hatsume as she was walking out

he asks her if you're in

"oh, yeah they are, I'll go get them for you."

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be uhhh oops

so you come out, not knowing it was kirishima asking for you because hatsume was vague

only telling you, "someone wants to talk to you"

like ok specifics??

anyways

you're like. . . oop heyyy. . .

because you knew what he was there for

the two of you don’t say anything for a bit

you’re just staring at your shoes and he’s looking at you with a small frown on his face 

lowkey he’s kinda disappointed in you

so he finally speaks first

“you quit.” 

it’s not a question, or something you were expecting 

but you nod 

there’s another silence 

“why?” 

you fiddle with your fingers for a bit. 

now this was a question you were expecting, though, you didn’t want to answer 

kirishima is a patient boy though, and waits for you to gather the courage to tell him 

he’s not leaving without an answer

“i just-” you begin, “i. . .” 

kirishima is still waiting patiently for your answer 

“i don’t want to be selfish.” 

now he surprised. wdym selfish. please explain.

“it’s just- you all already have such an established relationship and i don’t want to interrupt that. you guys have a schedule. adding myself into the mix would only mess all of that up, and no matter how strong my feelings are for all of you, i could never mess up your relationship like that. it would be so selfish of me to put my feelings before all of yours, so i thought the only way to get rid of these feeling as to distance myself from all of you...” 

“starting with bakugo...” kirishima whispered after your rambling came to an end. 

you nodded 

kiri was at a stand still for a bit 

and it was silent once again in the hall

kiri knew his lovers had feelings for you too, and would have no problem adding you into the relationship, 

but he also knew he couldn’t fore you into anything 

he was about to reassure you that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything and that they would love to have you in the relationship 

but then you were tackled 

to the ground 

by kaminari 

and smacked your head against the floor

really hard

like, you passed out 

ahaha. . .

when you wake up, your head feels like it’s going to split open

and the loud voices aren’t helping 

so you let out a groan, “shut the fuck up...” 

and everything goes silent. 

until someone SCREAMS AGAIN

“YOU’RE AWAKE!” 

it’s kaminari 

bless his soul

poor baby is a bit slow 

so you groan out again and clutch your head

bakugo slaps the back of kaminari’s head

“shut the fuck up, dunce face!” 

he whisper shouts

mina hands you some pain killers recovery girl said you give you when you woke up, and sero hands you a glass of water 

they’re all watching you as you take the pills 

it’s silent for a bit 

and it’s making you anxious, so you fiddle with the empty glass for a bit before bakugo snatches it from you, 

“dumbass...” he muttered as he refilled it and handed it back to you

sero rubs the back of his head, “so...” 

mina pulls at the hem of her sweater, “we heard everything you said to kirishima.” 

kaminari sits next to you on the bed and whispers, “sorry for tackling you. i just got a bit emotional...” 

I'm so sorry this is getting so long 😭😭 i'm trying to wrap this up so if it gets a bit jumbled, my bad

so they all reassyre you you're more than welcome into their relationship and wouldn't be interfering with anything

so you agree

and they're all so happy 🥳🥳

and while everyone is celebrating

(quietly because your head still feels like shit)

bakugo comes up to you

"you better start making my items again, dumbass. those other dipshits in your class don't know what they're doing."

bakugo only said that because they weren't you but he'd never outright say that to you

OK ITS OVER OH MY

IT GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY LMAO

[rogue-durin-16]

STICK TOGETHER

Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: swearing

A/N: @meph1stophelian is here putting pressure on me to post this already so I'm apologizing for the poorly written ending lmaoo enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Fred, calm down." George begged me; he walked by my side, trying to talk some sense into me, but it was not the moment. "You gotta understand her— throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone—" I didn't even look in my twin's direction while he spoke. "Bloody hell, Fred—"

"Y/n!" I quickened my pace, leaving George behind after spotting her in one of the corridors, having a chat with a couple of Ravenclaws. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure— Oi!" I hadn't waited for her to reply before grabbing her hand and snatching her away to pull her into the nearest broom closet. "What was that about?"

"Tell me I heard Katie wrong and you're not actually leaving."

"I can't tell you that." She plainly responded, her voice steady.

A single, gobsmacked snide left my throat. "You're joking, right?" My heart ached as if it was being constricted when she shook her head no. "So you're fleeing?"

"What?"

"Things are getting ugly so you're running away."

Her eyes dug into mines as she stayed in a very uncomfortable silence before replying with. "So what if I am?" When I averted my eyes from hers, she called my name. Her eyes were somewhat softer now, with a gleam of plea in them. "For the last two years we had nothing but tragedy. Diggory died, You-Know-Who is back and recruiting, the ministry is full on going against a teenager, this pink colored nasty toad is physically abusing us, and on top of that, I have to put up with my housemates' bullshit for having muggle blood— I'm tired!" Her voice had raised a bit, enough for me to know she was struggling to keep it at bay, but still managed to. "If I can have a life out of this then—"

"You're a coward."

"Fred." there was a warning on her tone, but I couldn't listen.

"You're leaving... people behind," she attempted to reason; I didn't let her. "Dunno why I'm surprised, really. At the end of the day you're a Slytherin for a reason."

Her eyes started to well up, and I couldn't tell if it was with anguish or fury. I knew I was getting under her skin, but that was exactly what I intended to do; if I was going to leave that room scarred, so would she.

"Self-preservation, you call it." I scoffed, feeling my own rage building up faster each passing second. "Pure cowardy."

"Is that what you think?" Her tone wasn't steady anymore; she was holding back the poison of her words, for my sake.

"Yeah." I wasn't capable of doing the same thing for hers. "And I don't want your cheap excuses and emotional manipulation to convince me otherwise." My face was probably red due to the anger, my jaw and fists hurt from clenching them; I was off the rails, and the person who would usually stop me was standing in front of me. "Better leave now so you don't have the chance to sell us out when shit goes down."

Silence fell upon us, our gazes locked, equally watery and with the same amount of fury and sadness within them.

And finally she snapped. "Maybe I'm a coward, but you're a self-absorbed prat who's not able to see beyond your own ego!" The way she said it hurt me more than the sentence itself. "This is not gonna be a DADA class, Fred! I don't want to fucking die because I was too slow casting Protego."

"Good luck, Y/l/n." I curtly wished her before stalking out of the broom closet I have initially dragged her into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We avoided each other for a week. The following Monday, when I entered the Great Hall, I found George and Katie quite depressed.

"What's gotten into you?"

They shared a look before my brother turned to me, deciding to break the news himself.

"Y/n left last night." He gave me an apologetic look. "Thought she'd wait until the graduation—"

"But she's had enough." Katie finished, toying with her breakfast. "Honestly, I wish I had a life in the muggle world too."

My lungs were refusing to take the air inside; I felt as if I would choke if I stayed there, so I stormed out, jogging to reach the countryard.

I needed to breathe.

Even after the wind hit my face, that vital task felt like the most difficult thing in the world to accomplish.

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her.

A sob escaped my chest, realising the harsh words I had spat at her were probably the last ones she would ever hear from me.

I love her.

A Year And A Half Later

READER'S P. O. V.

I managed to apparate somewhere in the cornfield —the only place around the Burrow I remembered clearly.

I should have landed with a broom, but apparently, Mad-Eye didn't inform Lupin that I would serve as an extra escort for Harry if they were ambushed, so my broom was now smashed somewhere down the muggle road we had flown over.

Mentally cursing the damn moment in which I spoke to Shacklebolt in hopes of being useful in this war, I looked for the entrance of the Weasley home, which took me quite a while.

Funnily enough, it was Lupin who stepped out, wielding his wand and casting yet another hex at me that I somehow managed to block.

With a swift wave of my hand, he was propelled back into the house. "YOU!" A long-haired redhead I recognized as the eldest Weasley helped my old Professor up as I stalked to them with my wand up. "YOU HEXED MY BLOODY BROOM! I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!"

"Y/n, calm down—" Shacklebolt was now besides me with his hands up. "He didn't know you were coming— he was trying to protect George from further harm."

My brain was slow to process his words, but as soon as it did, I started to down my arm. "What happened?"

"Snape hit him with the sectumsempra." My eyes widened at Lupin's heavy words.

"Did everyone else make it?" The three of them remained silent, the ginger shaking his head no.

My breath caught up in my throat, but before I could ask if Fred was alright, another tall ginger flashed the corner of my eye, and my head snapped to the living room's door.

FRED'S P. O. V.

Everyone was scattered around the house. Ginny took Hermione and Fleur to her room; Ron and Harry made its way up too; Tonks went out —she needed a moment alone to mourn Mad-Eye—, and, while my parents and I stayed with George, Lupin, Shacklebolt and Bill went to guard the entrance.

I was still kneeling by George's side, holding his hand while our mother healed his wound the best she could, when we heard a yell followed by a strong blow in the kitchen.

I looked at my mum and dad, my eyes flickering to my twin while I reached for my wand.

As I got up, more yells were heard, this time clearer; the voice was familiar— I knew that voice all too well.

There she stood, at the entrance of my home.

Her eyes met mines as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, and my head started to spin. I knew I had no right to do what I was about to do, but after that night's events, in which the war became very much real, I couldn't help but rush to her and engulf her in a tight hug.

Surprisingly enough, I couldn't take more than two steps forward, since she did what I intended to do first.

"You're alright." She mumbled against my shoulder. My eyes shut, trying to block the tears that threatened to fall. "How's he?" She inquired whilst pulling away with a concerned frown.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded in the living room's direction. A quiet sough escaped my lips as she passed by, her hands lingering on my arms for a brief instant before she entered the room and took careful steps towards the settee.

I barely caught a couple of words from George and Y/n's exchange, my mind still buzzing due to the shock.

"What do you say, Freddie?" I frowned at my twin, regretting not listening to the conversation. "She can take my bed, right? I'm not gonna get far anyway."

"Right." I agreed, struggling for my voice to come out steady. It was Y/n we were talking about; I had known her since our fourth year, I had been friends and more with her, seeing her shouldn't be that nerve-wracking.

A couple of minutes later, we were all heading to our respective rooms, and as I closed my room's door behind me and Y/n, it dawned on me that I had underestimated the anxiety that could cause me being left alone with her.

Get it together, Fred.

"If you want, you can grab a shirt from the drawer." I finally managed to speak, motioning at the chest besides the window. She nodded and turned to it to look for one she could sleep in.

Now that I had the opportunity, I carefully observed her, and soon realized how much she had changed in the time we were apart. Not only when it came to her physical appearance; she stood a bit straighter, talked a little calmer; the joy with which she used to sparkle was dim now, eclipsed by a severe, worried attitude— a sign of us no longer being the kids who messed around at Hogwarts.

"I missed you" I knew right away that wasn't the best start for the conversation.

"It sure didn't seem like it." The bitterness in her tone stung my heart harsher than I expected.

"You're still mad?" The way I was conducting the conversation was making me want to bang my head against the wall.

She sighed, turning around now that she had the shirt on to meet my gaze. "A year and a half, Fred. You didn't contact me for a year and a half. I thought we were friends."

"You left me behind!" I talked back, partly because I panicked, but also because I, to my surprise, was still mad too. "What did you even expect?"

"A letter?" She questioned, throwing herself down on the bed. "I mean— I didn't really expect anything, but a letter would have been a good way to let me know you didn't fucking hate me." My eyes, now fixed on my lap, went wide when Y/n's voice broke at her last three words.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quite ashamed of having to apologise while also being scared of saying anything that could harm her further. "I'm sorry about not writing and- uh... I'm sorry about what I said to you. I know it's not an excuse but I was really mad and..." I cleared my throat and felt the blush creeping up my neck even before I finished the sentence. "... and hurt 'cause you- I thought that maybe I wasn't important enough to you and- yeah, I'm sorry about what I said." I tried meeting her eyes but they were fixed on the wall before her.

"It's fine." She shrugged, "I guess you were right anyway."

"I wasn't right-"

"You were." She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face there. "Wanna know why I'm back?" She didn't need my response. "They're hunting down my family." My heart stopped beating for a second due to the shockingly deadpanning tone. "A friend gave me a tip-off— they were tracking them down. I got to them just in time." I refrained myself from asking about them —the less I knew, the better. "So yeah, you're right, I was a coward and left people behind."

My body shot up and my legs carried me to George's bed; without me being fully aware of what I was doing or which consequences it could have, I sat down and pulled Y/n into my arms.

Though she was shocked at first, her body soon relaxed into the familiarity of my arms, and she let out a relieved sigh. "You're not alone on this." I whispered, pecking her crown. "I'm here, okay?"

"So you don't hate me?" She murmured against my chest.

Maybe it was the fragility of her voice, or the warmth of her embrace I missed so much; maybe it was this past year and a half of regret, or the night's events, but I couldn't hold back my words.

"I love you."

And even though she went stiff, even if I had just blurted them out almost in accident, I didn't regret saying them, because I, in fact, loved her.

She pulled away to look into my eyes. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." I replied, calmer than I had been in a while. "And I'm really sorry about everything, if I could turn back time—" words and air were cut off by her lips crashing against mines.

We had kissed before, but it was on a bet's behalf or to prank someone; this was different, this was her pouring her 'I love you' into actions, and I embrace it gladly.

"No more running away." I commanded when she pulled back. "From now on, we stick together." She nodded, her forehead resting against mine and her palms on my chest.

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things: Wingmen (Aaron Hotchner x Female BAU! Reader)

this is based on season 10 episode 10 “amelia porter”

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

A/N: I am so beyond obsessed with the mutual pining. Initially, this was going to be one part, but I have to slow burn the heck out of this, so it'll be a few parts. Enjoy!

The Purest Things Masterlist

august 2014

Bookend: "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever." – Love & Other Drugs

I walk into the jazz club, searching for Rossi. For the past year and a half, we have frequented this classy establishment, bonding over our shared passion for jazz and fine liquor. We come here every Friday unless the job keeps us away. It's a form of escapism that I have grown to cherish deeply. With a job like ours, finding something to look forward to each week, some semblance of a routine is crucial.

I stroll over to “our” booth, but instead of seeing David’s familiar face, it's that of the Unit Cheif. I throw my head back and laugh, “Of all the people I could have expected to see here...you were not one of them.”

Don't get me wrong; I'm not upset to find him here. I could never get enough of him. I see him nearly every day of the week, I have weekly movie nights with Jack, and Aaron and I have been to hell and back with each other over the years.

He shakes his head and smirks, “What can I say? I'm full of surprises.”

“So tell me Aaron Hotchner, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“David Rossi, ” he emphasizes.

“So you’ve been recruited as one of his wingmen too huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well I'm glad you're here.” I slide into the booth next to him.

He glides his cup in circles along the tablecloth, “Me too.”

“May I pry?” I inquire.

He nods, “You may.”

“Why exactly are you here? Believe me, I'm thrilled you're joining us, but David and I have been coming here for over a year. Why'd he invite you now?”

His shoulders tense up, and then he inhales deeply, the tension releasing when he exhales.

“If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that Beth and I are no longer together.”

“Oh my God, Hotch. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Aaron looks up at me; the professional man, the profiler I'm so familiar with, is gone. Instead, he looks at me with the eyes of a vulnerable man, someone who loves so passionately and craves that same love in return. This isn't the first time he's looked at me with those eyes, and I pray that it is not the last time. If it were anyone else, the prolonged eye contact would deter me; my glance would dart in the other direction. But, for years, I have savored these intimate moments with him. I'm not exactly sure when this connection began or when it deepened to the awareness we now have of one another.

Most likely, it began shortly after Haley’s death, when I started to spend more time with Jack or those late nights working in the office with him. Maybe it was that time I brought him his favorite coffee and bagel to his house because I knew he wouldn’t feed himself otherwise.

(Aaron’s P.O.V.)

I gaze at her with utmost fascination. She is a mystery I have never been able to solve, a profile I cannot complete. She is whole, a pillar of strength for our team, her family, me, and Jack. Yet, there is a fear within her that mimics a young child scared of the monsters that are both imagined and real. She’s seen and experienced things that no one her age should have to witness. I can see through the worn expression on her face. She’s holding herself together for the sake of everyone around her, but inside she’s slowly falling apart. All I want is to help mend those crumbling pieces and hold her together. She doesn’t realize that she has been doing that very thing for me for the past four years.

In my life, I have had the opportunity to love deeply and freely. But two of those loves stand in realms of their own. The first time I fell in love, it was with an opposite. A precious, symbolic tale of love and loss.

With Beth, I did love her. She gave me the strength to feel something again after Haley died. I found the ability to move forward with hope and recognition that I deserve happiness once again.

The second great love came in the form of a mirror. We share an empathy, an understanding of the fundementals of life and love that shapes our individual values. I was far from perfect when we met; I was detached, damaged, and hopeless. I felt like I was barely a man. Truth be told, I won’t be perfect after the fact either. But, she gives me a sense of realness that I never perceived as possible. And since the day we met before I even accepted the actuality of my affections for her, I strove to better myself. Every day since, and for the rest of my life, I want to work every day to be the man she deserves and needs.

Awakening from my trance, I speak up, “I am grateful every day for the relationship I had with Beth. I truly did love her. I love her still for the person she helped me become. I realized, through her, that I can choose to move forward with my life.”

“You deserve to be happy, Aaron,” she interjects.

“Some time ago, Rossi came into my office encouraging me to start dating again. He reminded me that Haley wouldn’t want me to avoid moving on. Of course, my immediate instinct was to deny that I was guilty of just that. But he was right. He told me that I am no good to anyone when I’m miserable.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “Miserable? No, I wouldn’t call you that. Slightly uptight? Absolutely.”

I gasp, exaggerating a look of offense, “I’m hurt.”

She touches my arm, and I can feel my heart stop for a beat. Something about her touch elevated my heart and soul to another plain. It’s as if her small hand on my forearm revealed the certainty I had been searching for.

I chuckle, “Don’t worry. David and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Phew,” she breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good because I didn’t know how I was going to dig myself out of that hole....but please, continue what you were saying.”

I take a deep breath, “When you and I met I had already lost my entire world. Haley had just recently taken Jack, we were fighting constantly, and then...” I feel my eyes beginning to sting, and I realize that she hasn’t taken her grip off my arm once she squeezes it reassuringly.

“When Haley died, it felt like I was staring into an abyss. After the funeral, you found me alone, in some room that I had escaped to for some solace. But I didn’t feel any relief. And then, you came in. You sat across from me, and we just sat in silence. Somehow though, more was said in that silence than I had ever dared to utter out loud to someone. You didn’t know it then, but you saved me that day. You saved Jack too.”

I hear her short intake of breath and look over to see her lip beginning to tremble.

“Aaron...”

As much as I want to hear her melodic voice speak to me now, when I am most unarmed, a feeling that is entirely foreign to me, I have never felt so driven to yell from the top of my lungs a profession of love for this woman.

I begin to speak again, and I am immediately interrupted by Rossi, accompanied by the jazz singer hooked on his arm.

“La mia bella ragazza! Finalmente sei arrivato,” he says, kissing the top of her head. She blushes slightly, her eyes flickering to me briefly.

“You are a sight for sore eyes my dear. Is she not Aaron?”

I take a sip of my drink, glancing at y/n, her beautiful y/e/c sparkling back at me. How can anyone put into words just how beautiful she is?

I nod, “She is indeed.”

I’m suddenly made aware of the absence of her touch on my arm. How can someone’s touch both simultaneously have such a stronghold on you and also set you free? Regardless of the reason, I long to savor that feeling once again.

“Well,” she inches out of the booth, “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you boys anything?”

We shake our heads in unison. Rossi suggests that his date join her.

He places his hand on my shoulder, “So? Any progress made?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her. There’s so much I want to say. But I feel like I’ve put her through enough already. I’m an old man Dave. I’m a widower with a son. The damage I’d be asking her to cope with, the burden I’d be subjecting her to...”

David clears his throat and slips his phone out of his pocket. He swipes through some photos in his camera roll and lands on a photo of y/n and me. It’s from a cocktail party he hosted a few years ago. Jack, y/n, and I are sitting on the grass in Rossi’s backyard playing with dandelions. I can still hear their laughter filling the air: Jack’s squeals and y/n’s child-like giggles. We felt like a family. I would give anything to relive those moments of genuine bliss, to feel that sensation of being complete, heart, mind, and soul once more.

“Sometimes,” Rossi begins, “when people are destined to be together, their love grows over an undetermined span of time. It could be months, weeks, even years. You both may feel the shared pain of this rollercoaster called life and the hurt that comes from being separated from one another, but this helps you better grasp the priceless value and purity of the love you share. There is no easy road to love. Anyone who claims otherwise is doomed to be plagued by the mediocrity that is a false sense of security. The path you are on, Aaron is the one walked by the greatest lovers in history. In layman’s terms, don’t screw this up.”