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[theirfirespirit]

OURS - POLY!MAFIA!MHA Series

Chapter 2: Deja Vu

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Cursing

My eyes wake up from some bright ass light hitting my face. I slowly wake up and see the sun beaming through my windows. 

Getting up, I groan softly while holding my head. Man, how much did we drink last night? 

Thinking back to last night, I immediately start to smile, remembering the men we spent time together with. Too bad we probably will never see them again.

I get up to go take a shower and brush my teeth.

As I finish my teeth, I hear Mycha get up and do the same. Damn, she looks like a zombie.

“Good morning to you, sunshine.”

“Ugh…” she groans, “I need food.”

“Ok, well we’ll go get some breakfast.” I say to her as I get into my bed and grab my phone off the nightstand. I open it up and notice all the birthday wishes from last night and the time. 

12:32 pm

“Or maybe lunch”

“Yea, lunch sounds good, but I want to go shopping as well.” Mycha says, racking her brain for other errands she may need to do.

“Well, I was thinking about going to start my tattoo piece and maybe getting my nose pierced.”

“Ok, we go to lunch and then we go our separate ways and then meet up for dinner?”

“...Yes, that should work. What about dinner at 8? Gives us time to come back if possible and get changed.” I suggest.

“Perfect.”

We both get dressed and grab our purses and keys. She gets in her modified 2015 Ford Fiesta ST while I get into my modified 1998 Acura Integra GSR. I followed her to our favorite hibachi place down the street from our place.

We sit down and eat our lunch. As we sit down, we talk about what she plans to get and what my tattoo may be.

“I’m thinking about getting that tattoo of the yin yang dream catcher for my native american side, and then the feathers flow into the colors of the flags for each of the other ethnicities.”

“Where though?”

“Maybe starting on my ribs and going to my hip.”

“Ma’am, that’s going to hurt.”

“Ma’am, dating my ex hurt. At least, I’ll get pleasure from this.”

Mycha giggles and shakes her head. “I mean … true.”

I laughed a little and we continued eating our food before paying and leaving.

“Remember, we are meeting back at our place at 6 so we can head out. If anything happens, call immediately.”

“Ok, mom.” I smirked.

She rolls her eyes and gets in her car. “Whatever, I love you, bitch.”

“Love you, bitch” I say back while getting in my car and putting on my quick release steering wheel 'til I hear the satisfying ding of the wheel to signify its truly on.

Mycha’s POV

I get to the mall and park in a spot. Walking into the mall, I think about exactly what I want/need to get so I’m not wasting too much time.  I checked the time on my phone once more. 

1:45pm

Ok that gives about 4 hours to do some damage. 

I walk into Macy’s and look for some nice tops I can dress up or down. While walking into the store, I saw that there’s a sale going on storewide. 

YES! Buy one get one 50%! I’m here for it.

I searched around and found these pretty v neck t-shirts in multiple colors. Looking at the tops, I can’t choose between colors.

I do wear a lot of black and pinks but maybe this olive color would look nice as well. Ok, but this purple and blue. Oh my gosh and this yellow would brighten up my skin too!

As I’m pondering over these colors, I feel a presence behind me. 

“Hi cutie.”

“Look sir, I don’t know who you are, but I’m not -” I start as I turn around and see a familiar redhead, smiling.

“You’re not interested? I can leave you alone if you.” the redhead said, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“No no no, I thought you were some creep trying to flirt. I’m sorry.”

His smiles once again. 

His smile is so fucking pretty! Ugh! Please, keep that smile!

“No, I get it. Also, I think you should get those. They’d look nice on you.” He points to the tops I was previously looking at.

I turn to look at them and sigh.

“I want to, but I don't know which one to get.”

“Why not all of them?”

“Sir, I’m balling on a budget.” I quipped.

“I’ll get them for you.”

I stared at him for a moment. Did he just - No, don’t accept it because you still don’t know the man.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll -”

He goes to grab one of each color.

“Hey! You don’t have to do that! I can get a couple now and get some others later.”

“Later, you don’t know if there’ll be a sale.” He says walking to the cash register with the shirt in hand.

“We’ll you don’t even know my size.” I crossed my arms.

He looked at me, “You still have the size of the shirt you were possibly going to get in your hand, love.” He takes that shirt out of my hand and adds it to the pile on the counter.

“Ok, seriously you don’t have to do it.”

“I know, I don’t have to, but I want to. Plus, you’ll look beautiful with your new shirts and a smile on your face.” He grins as he pays for the shirts and whatever else he grabbed before. “Can you separate the shirts for this? Thank you.”

“Ok, but what is the catch? What do you want from me? How did you even know I was here?” 

“Cutie, I came here because they are the only place that carries my favorite cologne and I just happened to catch you walking past me to go to the shirts. Also, I don't want anything, except dinner, if that’s ok with you. Last night got cut short and I didn’t even tell you my name, which is Eijiro.” 

Eijiro grabs the bags and hands me my bag of shirts.

So, his name is Eijiro.

“Honestly, I just want to formally introduce myself to you because I find you cute and sweet but feisty, but not as feisty as your friend though my friends like her. It’s not that I don't like her, though! I’m sure she’s a great person and what not but I’m not interested in her like I am you. Wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” He stumbles a bit. Eijiro rubs his free against his neck again, blushing slightly.

I giggled, “I understand and yes, she’s fiery. How about this? I’ll see if she minds going to dinner with us instead of just her and I. Therefore, we all can formally introduce ourselves to each other and I can thank you for the shirt.”

“YES! I mean, yea that sounds great. Here’s my number!” Eijiro enthusiastically reaches for his phone and gives me his number. I texted him and he received my number in exchange.

“Alright, well I’ll text her and I still have about 2 and a half hours before I got to head back. Wanna shop some more?”

“Yea! I’ll let the boys know as well”

I opened my message and sent Luna a quick text to let her know the slight change in plans. 

Maybe, one of them, or both, will help her recover from her ex.

Luna’s POV

I feel a buzz from my phone as I pull into the parking lot of Blue Flame Tattoo and Piercings. Once the car is parked and turned off, I pull out my phone and look at the notification.

iMessage from My Wife Mycha at 1:45pm

Opening the notification while taking off my quick release, I read the message.

Mycha: Hey, do you mind if we change plans, slightly? I met Eijiro - or the redhead from last night and somehow, he ended up asking us to dinner with his friends. I know it’s sudden and I agreed BUT I told him I’d ask you. What do you think?

So, they met again. I’m glad, he seemed quite interested in her and it better not just be for sex, or I might just go to jail for murder. 

Me: Let me see how I feel after this, and I’ll let you know.

I walk into the shop and the doorbell rings. I’m greeted by a man with raven-colored chin length hair. His bangs could cover his face if it weren’t held back by a bandana. From what I can see, he has a half sleeve right arm, a lip ring, and his left ear is full of piercings.

“Welcome to Blue Flame, I’m Tamaki. How can I help you?”

“I’m here to start my rib piece. I made an appointment with … I wasn’t given the name. My name is Luna.”

“No problem, I have you in the system. The person you’ll be working with should be finishing a client now. I’ll let him know you’re here though. Feel free to chill in the lounge while you wait.”

I go to sit on the couch and look at the tattoo I hope to start today.

Not even 5 minutes late, the previous client comes out. She is thanking the tattooist for her new ink. The tattoo artist comes out and gives the money to Tamaki who puts the money in the register.

The tattooist turns to me and smiles. 

Oh, are you serious?

“Well, if it isn’t the spitfire from the club?”

[theirfirespirit]

Ours - Poly!mha Series

Chapter 1: Feisty

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cursing, nothing really.

MHA x BLACK!FEMALES

A/N: This is @cosmicspitfire re-posting these fanfictions on a different blog. I will be using this page more so for my fanfiction, short stories, etc.

Side Note: The main characters, Luna and Mycha are based off my best friend and I, so they are female based, BUT I try not add too much description of them.

Music can be heard all around. The line to the building is down the block, filled with people trying to get into the all exclusive club. As people get approved and rejected to get into the club, the line gets shorter and shorter. Mycha and I are excited as they are waiting to get into the club for my 24th birthday. 

When it gets to our turn, we show our IDs. The bouncer checks the IDs and smirks creepily.

“Well ladies, you two are gorgeous but I don’t know if I can let you in as it is pretty packed.” He says as he glances inside quickly, “I can get y’all in, but I just need you to do something for me first.” 

Mycha and I look at each other. 

“Sorry, what?” I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. “Wanna repeat that, 'cause I didn’t hear that correctly.”

“Oh, come on. It’s just a start to your birthday and you two are the most beautiful girls I’ve seen so far.”

We roll our eyes and right before we say something else, we feel something fly past us and pin the bouncer to the wall.

“What the f-” Mycha and I turn around and see this man with messy blonde hair suavely walk by. He gets to the bouncer and smirks.

“Oops, looks like my knife slipped out of my hand.” He grabs the knife from the man’s shirt and whispers in his ear, “next time you decide to be a creep at my club, you’ll go missing, got it?”

The mysterious man dismisses the bouncer and turns to us.

“I’m sorry about that, doves. I’ll make sure he gets his punishment soon. How about I let you girls in, no charge as an apology?

Mycha and I, once again, glance at each other and do a slight nod before walking into the club with the man.

As we walk into the club, we are astounded by the beauty of it all. It was a luxury club all right. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The tables and chairs are covered in satin. The dance floor was glowing from underneath. Nothing like that from the normal clubs. Those here are dressed in almost evening gowns with jewelry glittering underneath the lights.

Mycha and I turn to face the man who saved us from that creep, and he’s gone. Excuse me, what? He was here when we walked in… Whatever, we’ll find someone else to party with. 

We walk past beautifully dressed people to reach the bar. Once we reach the marbled black bar, we saw a nicely built man with bright red hair that’s put into a man bun. He is wearing a fitted white shirt with his sleeves rolled up and some nice black dress pants that Mycha commented fit him as well. From the looks of it he definitely had some ink on his skin and has gauges in his ears. Nice, some eye candy for her, she needs it. Now, where is mine… 

The redhead flashes us both a smile. “What can I get for you two gorgeous ladies?”

“I want a Mimosa and she’ll take a Malibu Shark Bowl.” Mycha replied, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.

“Alright, I can handle that for you girls.” He turns to start making our drinks and as he does, he starts to ask questions, such as what brings you to this club?

“It’s my birthday and we wanted to splurge a little bit.”

“Well, Happy Birthday. How old are you turning?”

“You don’t ask a lady that, well at least, not on the first meeting.” I giggled.

“Alright, you got me there.” He hands each of us our drinks carefully, “Here are your drinks. It was nice meeting you two, but I got to get back to my friends before one of them gets impatient. I hope you enjoy your night. We’ll see each other soon!” He winks and before we know it, he disappears within the crowd too.

As we finish our drinks and walk onto the dance floor. T-Pain’s Up Down is playing and Mycha and I are dancing with ourselves. I feel someone watching us and I look around but it’s no use with the crowd of people on the floor.

As we dance, two drunk guys grab us by the waist. The one behind Mycha didn’t know what he was doing with his life. This man had on a striped shirt and plaid pants. At least the colors matched. Imagine not knowing you don’t mix prints. From what I can tell, the person behind me had on black leather pants and a black polo shirt. He had one hand on my hip like he was trying to arm wrestle it and dancing too rough for my liking.

The creeps started to grind on us, and we were starting to get uncomfortable. In a club, this is the norm, but it’s not what we wanted so we kindly, at first, take their hands off us, smile, and walk away. As we tried, hence the word tried, to walk away, they grabbed us right above our elbows.

“Where do you two lovely ladies think you’re going? We are just getting started.” Mix-match creep says.

“Plus, you two got us so aroused, you gotta take responsibility.” Biker wannabe slurs. 

I rolled my eyes, “Sorry, I am not taking responsibility for something I have no control of. But you know who does have control of it, you do so why do y-”

He yanks me closer to him and growls in my ear, “Watch your fucking mouth or I’ll fix that attitude of yours myself.”

Mycha’s eyes widened but she giggled. She and I shared a look, and we shrug our shoulders.

“Fine, but you got to get off the ground first.” Mycha smiles. The two looks at us with a hint of confusion in their faces. At the same time, we tug on the arms they are holding onto, causing them to stumble forward before we headbutt them with enough force that it’ll hurt us a little bit too. Before they could swing back, we grab their arms and pull them but their backs while pushing them onto the ground. 

Right as we get them on the ground, security, two attractive males from and two more show up.

“Alright, nothing to see everyone. Looks like everything is being taken care of, go back to having a good night.” The blondie with the messy hair says.

“Are you girls alright?” Firetruck hair asks us, though it looks to me he already knows the answer from the way he’s trying to bite back a smile.

“Clearly, dumbass. They aren’t the ones with our knees in their backs and their hands almost tied in a pretzel behind their backs, now, are they?” a man with ash blonde hair says with a gruff, “Whatever, just get these assholes outta my club before I do it myself. And don’t make me ask twice.” The security quickly gets the men up and out of our grasp before taking them to the door.

There’s a deep chuckle from a tall, dark-haired man beside him. “Let’s admit, it was kind of hot though, if I do say so myself.”

I roll my eyes and ignore the comment from him. I go to Mycha and check to see if she’s all right but like me, she’s not harmed.

“Look, generally that kind of shit doesn’t happen here and how they got into the club that drunk is beyond me,” says the voice that could rival that of Corpse Husband. “But let us make it up to you. Why don’t y’all come with us to the VIP area on the second floor?”

“Why? So y’all can ditch us for the third time? Sorry but n-”

“Excuse her, she’s just a sassy bitch who’s just too independent for her good. We’d love to come up there with you.” Mycha covers my mouth and smiles at them. 

She whispers in my ear, “If you don’t shut the hell up, today with be your last birthday and last day you live, got it?” I roll my eyes once more and bite her hand. “Did you just bite me?”

“You know better than to put your hand over my mouth and I’d count that more of a nibble.” I grin and turn to look at the four undeniably handsome men, not that I’d let them know that. “Yea, whatever she said. We’ll go” 

“Are you sure? I mean you co-”

“I just said we can go, don’t make me change my mind.” I interrupted the redhead and walked towards the stairs.

“She always like that?” I hear from behind me. 

“Yea, but she could get a lot worse. That’s her being nice.” Mycha shrugs and follows me.

“I like it. She’s fiery.” 

“Shut up, T.”

The six of us walk up the stairs to the second floor and the rougher blond-haired person leads us into a huge lounge area that looks over the entire club. Was it them I felt earlier looking at us? No, no way, it couldn’t have been. There is a half-circle couch that faces the balcony over the bar with two tables with four glasses on each. There is space in between those tables to walk in between as well.

 Mycha and I sit down first, near that space where the break in the tables is, just in case. Firetruck and French Fry sit next Mycha while Slenderman and Mr. Boss Man sit next to me.

Slenderman chuckles quietly and smirks.

“Got something to say, Slendie?” All I hear is Mycha groaning a bit and the three of the four men just look at me. Boss Man still looking out over the balcony.

“Luna, chill for fuck’s sake.”

“It’s fine, I can fix that problem.” he says.

Ugh, not another one! “Listen, it’s not a problem unless you’re an offended little bitch, so is that what you are?” I smile at him. Fire Red and Blondie stared at me with the most shocked look on their faces. 

The ash blond-haired person finally laughs. “Man, fucking finally called you out for your fuckboy bullshit. I like her, she’s a keeper.” His compliment does cause me to blush a bit but the look on the other man’s face: priceless.

The look on his face is like that of Windows XP shutting down. Let’s add a bit of salt around the rim, why don’t we? “What? Nothing else to say. You’re awfully quiet.” Mycha nudges me, but she’s trying not to laugh.

He finally comes to and shakes his head with a smile. Slendie gets up, walks in front of me and squats down. He gently takes my chin in his hand and makes me look in his eyes. They are gorgeous baby blues. Like sapphires or aquamarines. “Look here, little one, you do have a mouth on you, and I won’t lie and say I don’t like it 'cause I do, but eventually that will get you in trouble. You should watch it and maybe I’ll reward you.”

I just stared into his eyes like he did to me. Did he just - …  He flipped the roles, but damn, that was hot. Don’t say, don’t fucking say it. Don’t let him get to you ma’am.

“A lot have tried to ‘tame my mouth’ and clearly, it’s been unsuccessful. What makes you think you think I’ll listen to you of all people?” Everyone around us is intrigued by the nature of the conversation as they’ve caught on to the fact, I’m just testing his patience in a bit of tug of war. 

The ash blonde adds in, “Touya, I think you’ve met someone who can finally go toe to toe with you and she’s not one of us.”

Touya grins and his aura gets a bit darker as he growls low in my ear, “keep talking, love and I’ll show you exactly why I’m nothing like those wannabes and I’ll make sure everyone here realizes who is truly on top.”

Mycha, who has been drinking some of the drink one of the other two has ordered for her, chimes in. “Damn, I think it’s her who has finally met her match.”

I sneak a side eye at Mycha who winks at me. I hate you so much right now. “Match? I mean, he’s cute and so is Boss Man over there.” 

It was Touya’s turn to roll his eyes playfully. Ok, but you could roll your eyes at me any day and I’d still gawk at them. 

“Huh? Cute? Did you just call me cute?” Boss Man grunts out, “Cute is for a baby or a dog. I’m not ‘cute’.”

“Aww, are you upset you got the wrong adjective?” I giggle and look over to Mycha, who happens to now be between Fiery Red and Bird Nest. Red is holding her hand and the three of them are having their own conversation while still in tune with the little spit back I’m having with Touya and Tough Guy. I see her smile as they complement how pretty she is. Better complement her, she’s a fucking goddess!

As well all continue our banter and conversation, two bulky men come into the area and clear their throats.

“Boss, we have a problem.” one says

“It’s pretty bad.” the other adds on, as we have glass breaking and yelling from downstairs.

The four look at each other and get up.

“Sorry, doves, that we have to cut this night so short, but we have to take care of the situation,” Birdie says calmly, “you two, make sure they get out of here safely.”

The men nod and reach out their hand for us to take. Mycha and I get up and before we leave, Red kisses her hand, “I hope to see you soon, beautiful.” 

The four boys walk out of the area one way as we go the other way towards the door. I notice both are wearing earpieces. I guess they are other security

We glance at the clock hanging above the door. 2 am, it is time for us to go.

The men bring us outside and wait until there is a taxi for us to go. As we get into the taxi, one is holding his earpiece and says ‘Yes, sir.’ He then speaks to the driver, “Make sure these two girls get home safely.”

The taxi driver nods and takes us to our direct address. Once we get inside, we say goodnight to each other, head to our separate rooms, strip off our clothes and slump into our beds. Before I finally close my eyes, the last thing I see are those beautiful aquamarine eyes staring at me and a voice saying, ‘I’ll see you again soon.’ 

I fucking hope so and same for you, Bossie.

[theirfirespirit]

Poly!Mafia MHA AU Characters

Here is a quick list of all the Characters.

Major Characters:

Eijirio Kirishima (a.k.a Red) – Age: 25; Domestic Boss; Weapon of choice: all around, preferably custom pistol

Keigo Takami (a.k.a Hawks) – Age: 26; 2nd in Command Domestic Boss; Hitman specialist; Weapon of choice: all around, preferably custom made hook knife and small 45 gun

Katsuki Bakugou (a.k.a Dynamite) – Age 25; International Boss; Weapon of choice: all around, preferably custom revolver

Touya Todoroki (a.k.a Dabi) – Age 26; 2nd in Command International Boss; Parts specialist; Weapon of choice: all around, preferably custom glock to match Shoto

Luna (a.k.a Nyx, sometimes Kitten by Katsuki & Touya for flirtatious reasons)– Age: 23; Lover to Katsuki & Touya; Car girl, Negotiation/Undercover specialist; Weapon of choice: knives & swords, preferably a custom made Matte black and purple bowie knife with a crescent moon on the handle Touya has gifted her. She has been best friends with Mycha for years and she’s a smart with a spitfire attitude. She is tomboyish with a hit of girlish tendencies. She has been hurt by multiple people throughout her life but she tries to be carefree about it be has her spirals. She is a Gemini Sun with a Sagittarius Moon and Aquarius rising.

Mycha (a.k.a Cardinal, sometimes Hummingbird or Bunny to Kiri & Keigo for flirtatious reasons) – Age: 24; Lover to Kirishima & Keigo; Car girl; Negotiation/Undercover specialist; Weapon of choice: guns, preferably a custom made matte black and rose gold pistol with a cardinal on the handle that Keigo gifted her. She is the more girlier of the two, while still being a tomboy. She is chubbier but she doesn’t let that stop her from kicking ass when need be. Like Luna, she’s been hurt and has her spirals but she still believes in love. She is a Scorpio Sun with a Leo Moon and Libra rising.

Secondary Characters:

Shouto Aizawa (a.k.a Eraser) – Age: 31; Assassination/Weapons specialist; Weapon of choice: Guns, preferably a custom made sniper rifle

Toshinori Yagi (a.k.a All Might) – Age: 31; Manpower/Assassination; Weapons of choice: all of them, prefers custom fitted brass knuckles and his custom 9mm

Hitoshi Shinsou (a.k.a Mindfuck) – Age: 25; Private Investigator/Negotiations; Weapon of choice: Guns, preferably a custom made 9mm

Denki Kaminari (a.k.a Sonic) – Age: 25; Communications; Weapon of choice: Guns, preferably a custom made 9mm pistol

Shoto Todoroki (a.k.a Ares) – Age: 25; Assassination; Weapon of choice: Guns, preferably a custom made glock to match Touya

Izuku Midoriya (a.k.a Deku) – Age: 25; Assassination/Weapons Specialist; Weapons of choice: all of them.

Minor Characters:

Tamaki Amajiki (a.k.a Shadow) – Age: 26; part of the Assassination/Weapons specialist with Aizawa; Weapon of choice: preferably a couple sniper rifles

Mirio Togata (a.k.a Zeus) – Age: 26; part of the Manpower with Toshinori; Weapon of choice: all of them, no preference.