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thatgirlwithasquid · 4 months

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Sometimes Werewolves Need Baths Too

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Super excited to share this fic and art as my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race :D

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The fur on Billy’s back is matted and tangled, clumped up with dirt and forest debris that itches against his skin infuriatingly. Every time he shifts he can feel it tugging at the roots of his fur, pinching his skin with every panting breath that clouds in the cold winter air that has draped over the woods like a smothering icy embrace.

It’s calm, though.

That’s something that life in the lab had never been, not even for a moment. Only pain, and suffering, and sorrow. Howling calls of every other child locked away and experimented on echoing through every empty room.

Living like this, feral and animalistic in these endless frosted woods, will always be preferable to the sorrow of that man-made hell. The air here, though burning cold in his lungs, is fresh and clear. The water runs free in its rivers and the ground beneath the pads of his feet is soft dirt rather than sickly impersonal tiles.

Freedom, out here, is something he would endure any dirt and coldness to keep. No matter that he’ll only ever be safe as a wolf out here, not a boy. He has made too many careless choices around his freedom before now, something he’ll be sure never to do again.

Hunting is difficult. Living in that damn lab for so long had stolen any wild instincts from him, save for that primal need to claw and bite his way to freedom. They could manage though, him and Eleven. They will.

Next to him, she finally catches up from their run and flops down into the crystalised grass, disturbing the frost there. With any luck, it can clean her coat some; or, at least better than Billy has been managing.

Billy doesn’t think he was made to be a big brother. It’d only been him and his mom against the world when he was younger, at least until his mom ran and his dad handed him over like some oddity to be poked and prodded in the name of science.

It’s not going to stop him from trying, because Eleven deserves better than this. Hell, she deserves better than him but he’s the best he can offer here.

Leaning down, Billy licks away a spot of dirt from between her ears. It ruffles the fur there and she huffs at him, kicking out a paw to bat at his leg.

Grumbling at her ungratefulness, Billy trots away.

There was a reason they were running out this way, after all. Hunting is hard, but begging is infeasible… save for one person.

It’s incredibly lucky for them that the Harrington residence backs directly onto the forest where Billy and Eleven have set up their little den and claimed it as their own. Otherwise they’d have never found him, and, especially in those early days, that was all that kept them alive. Without the young Harrington’s generosity, he and Eleven wouldn’t have made it three weeks.

Even after all this time, with nearly a year passing since they broke out, Billy can’t be sure if the Harrington boy knows what they are or just thinks they’re normal wolves. Nearly a year of running, and hiding, and chasing down rabbits to keep them alive and Billy still can’t even tell if the closest thing to a friend they have out here knows that they’re werewolves.

He smelled what Harrington was the first time he came across him, of course. Spending half his childhood shut away with other kids like him and a bunch of humans gave him a good basis for understanding what their kind smells like. It doesn’t matter that Harrington and his dad don’t smell nearly as strong as the werewolves Billy is used to, he can still smell what lingers in their blood.

And, even if he hadn’t, he’d have recognised it the first time the younger Harrington saw him, eyes flashing that familiar amber as he startled. The werewolf in his blood may be weak and distant, but it’s still very much there, and that’s enough for Billy to be certain and Eleven to take a liking to him.

The crunching of tires on gravel gives them pause, but, after pricking his ears, Billy is sure it’s just the Harringtons’ car pulling out of the driveway. Date night, he thinks. Which means it’s just them and the son.

That’s always preferable; Mrs Harrington had screamed the first time her son told his parents about the wolves he saw prowling out the back of their garden. She wouldn’t be happy to know her son feeds them when hunting comes up sparse, and even if Mr Harrington is indifferent Billy doesn’t think he’s unlikely to take his wife’s side.

The teen likes them, though.

His face splits into a hesitant smile when he spots them through the glass doors at the back of his home. Billy and Eleven’s eyes glow out like flickering embers from the darkness of the treeline, hiding in the growing shadows of a darkening hour.

Knowing the house will be empty other than their ally, Billy nudges Eleven forward, keeping a careful eye on her as she walks around the edge of the Harringtons’ covered pool.

The back door slides open and, as they have made their routine, Billy and Eleven hover at the edge of the patio. Harrington, as usual, stays one step from the door. It’s a good truce; enough space for either of them to turn and run.

“Hi,” Harrington greets them, crouching down and tucking his legs under himself to sit and face them. “You haven’t been back for a month.”

Billy chuffs, feeling unfairly chastised, but the effect is minimal with Eleven wagging her tail delightedly. Since they got out, she’s really begun to come out of her shell, especially around Harrington. Billy really wishes she could have friends her age, but in their situation that’s just not safe.

Rolling his eyes at her enthusiasm, Billy settles down on his belly, watching the pair of them from the corner of his eye with a feigned disinterest.

“Are you hungry?”

Billy can almost feel the air shift as Eleven perks up in excitement. Her nose twitches, smelling for any treats he might have hidden away on his person for her.

“Yeah? Great! I’ll get you something. I don’t think there’s much in, but I can… put some chicken tenders in the oven?”

With that, he gets up and lets himself back into his house. It shows a great deal of, frankly, stupid trust in what he perceives to be just some wild wolves that he leaves the door open behind him. Eleven is happy to use that to her benefit, though.

She scurries around to the other side of Billy, trying to peer into the house through the open door to watch Steve make them some food. It’s endearing, of the both of them; Harrington feeding wild animals food from his freezer and Eleven’s delight in his company and the human food it brings.

Truth be told, Billy is excited too. Until Harrington, Billy hadn’t had any human food since his mother was around. It’s nice, a little reminder of the other side of their nature that they’re unable to indulge in anymore.

He’s not sure Eleven had even had chicken tenders until Harrington.

The girl beside him, growing impatient, goes to take a step closer to the house. With a nip to her flank, Billy warns her off that idea as quick as she can even act on it. It’s not something Eleven is too pleased with, given the grumbling growl she lets out, but she does listen to him. He’s glad she still listens to that prerequisite of their escape; she always has to do as Billy says, to keep them safe.

Harrington’s face, when Billy looks back over, has appeared in the doorway. It seems he has seen Billy’s warning, because his face is considering and his feet carry him a step further than their usual place. The closer proximity makes Billy growl, a low warning in his throat.

This isn’t how they do this. For both of their safety, they have the unspoken agreement that they never get closer.

For a moment, it seems as if Harrington remembers himself. He glances away anxiously, stilling there. It’s almost enough for Billy to ease his tension, but then the boy’s shoulders set and he takes another deliberate step forward.

This time, Billy’s on his feet like a shot, snarling openly at him. He doesn’t want to have to attack, or run. He likes what they have with Harrington, it’s saved their skins too many times for comfort, but if he has to give it up to keep Eleven safe, he will. He’s all Eleven’s got and he won’t let anything happen to her just because they trusted the wrong person; even those who have been kind to Billy in the past have betrayed him before.

He thinks of his mother’s face, and the absence of her smell from their house. It was so long ago that he almost can’t remember it.

Eleven seems uncertain too, hesitating in moving away but holding her body tense.

“It’s okay,” Harrington soothes. “It’s okay.”

His tone makes some of the tension bleed out of Eleven’s posture, but that alone has Billy’s hackles rising further. She can’t drop her guard, they can’t afford to! For them it’s the difference between life and death. Friends are just something they can’t risk, no matter what she and Harrington want. No matter what Billy might want.

When Harrington takes another step, Billy’s growl grows even louder. One more step and he’ll be signalling Eleven to run. One more step and he’ll fend Harrington off, no matter what he has to do. One more step and—

“Enough,” Harrington huffs, eyes glowing their steady amber now.

Despite everything, it calms something in him. Amber eyes have meant safety to him, always, no matter what situation they’re in. He wants to pounce when Harrington shuffles another inch closer, but all the fight seems to flow out of him, something in his panicked chest settling.

Harrington stops in arms reach of them, dropping into a crouch in front. Billy remains still as a statue, but Eleven’s tail starts to sway back and forth happily. Harrington’s eyes are still glowing that warm, safe amber and Billy can’t look away. It’s like he’s been hypnotised. Transfixed.

A frown tugs at Harrington’s face as he takes in the state of them, but that doesn’t stop him from offering out a hand for Eleven to sniff. Seemingly content with the offering, Eleven nudges her head against his palm, encouraging him to rake his fingers through her fur.

Even when the texture of it makes Harrington cringe, he obliges. Turning to Billy doesn’t get him met with the same acceptance, though. He’s not prepared to throw away all his caution, not just for some pretty eyes.

“You’re filthy,” he observes, dusting the dried mud off his hands.

As if remembering the discomfort of the filth caking her fur, Eleven shakes and scratches at her skin.

“Yeah, that doesn’t feel good, does it?”

Harrington glances around, looking for a solution to the problem.

“I could hose you off…?”

Billy growls again. There is no way he’s letting some guy hose him down with icy water, no matter how mucky he gets. He'd rather remain filthy than suffer that humiliation.

“Fine, okay. Whatever.”

Harrington huffs, sitting down on the floor in front of them. Eleven happily trots over to his side, dropping her head onto his lap in a bid to receive more affection. Months in these woods have turned her pretty touch starved, no matter how often Billy curls up with her.

Hesitantly, Billy settles down again, keeping a watchful eye on Harrington with Eleven. Just in case.

When a timer goes off in the kitchen, Harrington jumps to his feet and hurries off to take the food out of the oven. It’s a little while before he gives it over to them, letting it properly cool so as to not upset their stomachs, but every bite is heavenly.

“That’s better,” Harrington coos as they eat, reaching out to pet Billy’s fur, not that Billy allows him to actually do that.

Eleven flops down contentedly, but Harrington still looks thoughtful. If he’s about to suggest the hose again Billy will be happy to rethink his thankfulness.

“I’m going to get in so much trouble for this,” he murmurs under his breath before Harrington addresses them again with a clap of his hands. “Okay! Let’s go get you guys in the tub. You need a bath.”

Eleven doesn’t even hesitate before she’s jumping up to follow Harrington into the house. It’s something that Billy doesn’t even have time to contest before the both of them are slipping through the doorway and into the building. That leaves Billy with no choice but to follow them inside, listening out for anything alarming. Even if Eleven has let down her guard, he won’t.

The Harringtons’ house is huge and immaculate, not a piece of furniture out of place. Of course, that changes when Eleven comes bounding through, leaving a trail of muddy pawprints that has Harrington cringing again. Billy is prepared to jump in and defend Eleven from his frustration… but nothing comes. Harrington simply pats her on the head and continues down the hall with her.

The bathroom is upstairs and two doors on the left.

The walls are all pristine teal tiles, the colour matched in all the bathroom furniture. Out of a cupboard, Harrington pulls out a pair of fluffy white towels that has even Billy feeling incredulous. He wants to wash two filthy werewolves… here? With those? In this nice clean bathroom?

Maybe they are safe with Harrington; the guy is clearly an idiot.

If wolves could make incredulous facial expressions, that’s what Billy would be doing right now. Instead he simply watches on as Harrington runs the taps, testing the water temperature between grabbing different colourful bottles of soap from the shelves.

Eleven looks ecstatic, hopping from foot to foot at the prospect of finally having a wash after far too long. It’s understandable, even Billy finds himself somewhat excited for her as the water froths with a sweet-smelling bubbly solution.

The younger lets out a happy yip when Harrington beckens her over and clambers into the tub. She seats herself in the centre, sniffing at the bubbles and sneezing when they inevitably tickle her nose. It makes Harrington laugh as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, kneeling on the floor beside the tub.

His hands quickly become covered in the frothy brown evidence of the dirt being washed from Eleven’s fur as he scrubs. It’s not something he minds too much, given the minimal complaining—though he does curse when Eleven shakes and splatters droplets of dissolved mud and murky water his way.

Eleven seems to be enjoying the bath a great deal, even when Harrington removes the plug to drain away the ruined water and reaches for the showerhead to blast away the final stubborn patches of muck. She even leans into a particularly satisfying scratch with a great aura of contentment.

Before long, she’s clean enough for Harrington to deem suitable, and even Billy has to nod his approval at the immaculate state of her coat. It’ll save her a great deal of discomfort in the coming months.

Towelling off has Eleven excited again, darting around the bathroom space to avoid the towel. It’s only a game, though, and she does eventually get dried. If she had wanted to escape the rub down, she could have easily squeezed her way between Billy and the edge of the doorway and dashed away to safety—and Billy would have been right behind her!

In the end, she tires herself out with all the fun and the warmth from the bath water that soothed her cold bones from days in the winter chill. Harrington notices it only a minute or so after Billy, shooting her a fond smile.

The next room he leads them to is, apparently, his bedroom.

He places a layer of dry towels over the surface and allows Eleven to hop up and get comfortable. With her settled in for a nap, Billy allows himself to be ushered from the room. He won’t divulge her of a comfortable rest, God knows she needs it.

“Okay,” Steve huffs, evidently feeling the energy drain after dealing with an overactive pup. “Now you.”

That makes the fur on Billy’s back stand on end, entire body tensing. Sorry, him? Does Harrington really think Billy is going to let him anywhere near him?

Until now, Billy hasn’t even let Harrington come within six metres of them! And even with this strange truce they have going on, he doesn’t intend to suffer the vulnerability and the indignation of letting this teenager bathe him. Has Harrington forgotten that Billy is the one who has been sending him warning looks and cautionary growls all day?

Another growl rumbles with his distaste at the very thought but, before Billy can dart away, or bite, or anything else, Harrington’s hand clamps around the scruff at the back of his neck. Billy finds himself startled at the sheer audacity! This part-human thinks he can just pick him up and carry him around like an unruly dog?

He finally snaps back to his senses when Harrington tries to encourage him into the slippery tub. Not that this is something Billy has any intention of allowing to happen on his watch. With a great deal of kicking and growling, head butting back to collide with Harrington’s shoulder with as much force as he can manage, he tries to buck his way free.

It doesn’t work. Barely. Harrington manages to wrestle him into the tub, panting with exhaustion, and jolts into action when Billy tries to jump back out.

Effectively, he’s been trapped by this idiot. This idiot who invited two wolves into his lovely clean house like lovable stray dogs.

It’s not a good look for Billy. He’s just glad Eleven is asleep and not watching him be outsmarted by this nitwit.

The water around him is indulgently warm as it pours from the tap, filling the tub with it and frothing white bubbles. Given the state of him and what happened during Eleven’s bath he’s sure it’s not going to stay that way for long.

Harrington has lathered up some soap between his hands and is reaching for Billy before he even knows it’s happening. Billy had been so distracted by the indulgence of the water that he hadn’t even noticed Harrington moving. The sudden proximity startles him and, within an instant, he has Harrington’s forearm caught between his teeth.

“Gah!”

They both freeze, caught in the moment. Billy waits for Harrington to hit back as the other just stares at him, but Harrington doesn’t do anything.

Slowly, Billy releases his hold. There’s no taste of iron or flash of broken skin, but he can see the indents of his teeth on Harrington’s flesh. That’s enough to make him feel guilty.

When Harrington, cautiously, tries again to wash him, Billy just lets it happen. Sure, he grumbles through it, but there’s no more fighting it. Of course, he’d never admit it—because this is still humiliating!—but, to an extent, it’s… nice.

The water is warm and Harrington is gentle, not lingering anywhere that has Billy stiffening nervously. After a few minutes, Harrington seems to settle, losing himself in his task and rambling happily at Billy.

“There we go. No one would have known you had lighter patches before this.”

Billy huffs.

“Yeah, I get it. You’re nearly clean, stop whining.”

Insulted, Billy thumps his sudsy head against Harrington’s side, making the other grumble in annoyance.

“See if I do anything nice for you again.”

The plug is pulled and Billy shakes off the water, reasoning that the bathroom was already trashed by Eleven anyway, and Harrington clearly wouldn’t do anything about it.

“Dude.”

If a wolf could grin, Billy would be.

Harrington dries him off with another towel and, wow. Billy hasn’t felt this human in years; clean and free and in a normal, if posh, house… It almost makes him homesick, but otherwise it just feels nice.

“There we go…” Harrington soothes, and Billy actually settles.

It makes him nervous, somewhere in the back of his mind. Billy has had his guard raised non stop since… Fuck, probably since his mom left. And now, after the better part of a year being spent cold and alone, on high alert as if the people from Hawkins lab would just jump out of the shadows and drag them away to that place again, he’s just tired.

He’s so fucking tired, and Harrington’s house is warm, and he’s clean, and the guy feeds them, and for once Billy just wants to stop. He doesn’t want to look over his shoulder, worrying about when their next meal will be and getting piss poor sleep.

Fingers brush hesitantly through the fur on his back, and Billy lets it. Only for a moment but, god, is it nice. He knew Eleven was lonely but… he hadn’t realised how alone he’d felt. He thought he’d gotten used to it, but maybe he never had. Maybe that was just a comfortable lie.

He refuses to leave Harrington alone to do god only knows what behind their backs, though. He may be relaxed and lethargic, but he’s still a safe amount of paranoid. Eleven can rest up, but Billy only pointedly glares at Harrington when he tries to coax Billy to have a nap with her.

In the end, they settle in the Harringtons’ living room after Billy watches Harrington painstakingly scrub down the bathroom and the muddy trails he and Eleven made on their way in. Honestly, watching paint dry would have been just as interesting, but Billy, strangely, liked the company, muttered cursing included.

The Harringtons’ sofa is comfortable, almost too much so. As the young Harrington settled down with a book, Billy sat beside him. He felt a little weird about it—Neil had never let him or his mother on any of the furniture if they were shifted, and that is really the only example of home life Billy had ever had—but Harrington had been the one to invite him up onto the cushions so he just went with it.

It’s proving more and more difficult to stay awake, now. Warm and clean and full, resting on a comfortable sofa, Billy finds himself reluctantly laying down and fighting his eyes as they drift closed again and again. Each blink seems to last a century, becoming harder and harder to fight back open.

At least, until he finds himself waking with a start at the sound of the doorbell.

With a groan, Harrington pushes himself to his feet, moving to answer it. All of Billy’s fears come rushing back.

It could be anyone out there! He should never have let his guard down. What if Hawkins Lab had finally caught up to them? What if someone had seen Billy and Eleven sneaking around? What if Mr and Mrs Harrington have come back?

No matter what, any situation seems to spell doom for them, but Harrington is just up and walking over to the door like it’s nothing. What if it’s him? What if he took advantage of the time Billy fell asleep for? Maybe this has all been some sick ploy to sell them out.

Billy jumps up, darting over to stand in his way, a wary growl rumbling from his throat.

“It’s fine,” Harrington dismisses, walking past without a care.

Billy should fight him, do whatever it takes to stop him from opening the door. He should buy him and Eleven a little bit of time to run. But he just doesn’t have it in him. After everything, the idea of causing Harrington any more grief has his stomach churning in despair.

But he has to do something.

His hand clamps around Harrington’s wrist, holding him in place as he startles at the sudden contact. He turns around in a panic to face Billy, eyes darting downwards before resolutely focusing on his face, cheeks burning.

Billy, though, pays no mind to his state of undress. It doesn’t matter that this is the most vulnerable he’s been in years. He needs to get Harrington to listen, he wants to be able to trust him. It’s been so long since Billy has had a good thing.

Harrington is a good thing. He just wants to keep it, this one indulgence.

“Don’t. Please.”

The word hurts coming out. Pleading has never gotten Billy anything good, any sympathy.

“Holy shit!” Harrington shouts, stumbling a step backwards. “No way. No fucking way.”

“Please,” Billy repeats.

“I didn’t think— I mean some part of me— …shit, dude.”

“Please. Don’t.”

Harrington regains his breath, not even seeming to notice as the doorbell rings once, twice more. It’s followed by pounding and some kid yelling. Neither of them move, eyes locked seriously on each others’. Harrington flexes his hand, making the flesh in Billy’s grasp shift.

Billy’s eyes flash, it’s instinctive. Harrington feels like home, has done since the first time they came across each other, even if Billy didn’t let himself acknowledge it. Harrington’s shine their own unique shade of amber in return. They’re beautiful.

“It’s fine,” Harrington whispers to him. “It’s just the kids I babysit. My ex’s brother and his friends.”

His eyes dart towards the staircase.

“Is… is the other one like you?”

“Her name is Eleven, and yes. Don’t… I can’t let you do anything to put her in danger.”

“I won’t, I swear. Seriously.”

Billy nods, satisfied.

“But I have to let these guys in or they’ll break down the door.”

At that moment, someone presses down on the doorbell and doesn’t let up. It constantly chimes through the house, echoing through the empty halls.

“Fine.”

Billy lets go and Harrington takes a step away before hesitating.

“What’s your name?”

“Billy. What’s yours?”

“Steve.”

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Next up in the race is the lovely @intothedysphoria so hang around to see what he's put together for us <3

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sehtoast · 4 months

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My Boys (Depowered Homelander x OC, Meeting His Mother)

1.8k | angsty but sweet | Fic Directory

Request: Can I request a fic where Ben and homelander travel back in time to see his mother.

I’m not going to go into how they managed to time travel– only that they did– and it’s gonna have to be non-canon to my depowered homie's mom content bc time travel can get goofy, but here we go~

God, this was a bad idea from the start. Neither one of them were prepared for the complexities of doing this– let alone simple things like the post time hop nausea they’d been warned about. They’d been cautioned against overstaying their welcome. Don’t step on any ants, definitely don’t sneeze around people, and absolutely no altering anything no matter how fucking terrible it is in the moment.

That’s all there was in that poor woman’s life. Terrible, terrible things. Horrific experiments and abuses. It would be a fucking challenge for both of them not to kill the head doctor of that time, but…

Homelander needed this. John needed this. The little boy who never had a parent, who never thought he ever would, who only met her through a patchy reconstruction of her patient file long after she was dead– he needed this.

He needed his mother.

Ben’s powers made it easy to bypass security. He was a supe, obviously he was affiliated with Vought. Homelander got by entirely as Benjamin’s plus one. Things only got hairy as they broke in deeper through the facility's laboratories. Stolen badges paved the way, guards were strung up in cocoons of webbing, knocked out and hidden from the grainy security cameras…

It was messy, but they’d managed not to trip any alarms. They’d both donned lab coats to pass by unnoticed to whoever may be monitoring the cameras. By the time they stood outside of her door, the same one listed in her files, Homelander was shaking. His hands were balled in fists and held tight to his sides, eyes set with a determination that swirled with fear.

Benjamin was no better. This was… quite an undertaking. The risk of altering the present was dangerously high. Every single action was volatile, though the effects couldn’t be determined until the end. One thing, though, that would be okay…

They’d touched down in the year 1982. No matter what happened, John had already been born, so they couldn’t fuck up too terribly . Of course, Ben also worried there was a tingling of opportunity in his love’s head to go save himself during this trip of theirs.

“Remember,” Ben breathed. “We go in, we meet her. You guys talk, we leave. We can’t change anything.” He shook his head at how he’d delivered the reminder. “Sorry, that’s… I know this isn’t gonna be easy…”

Homelander simply nodded and swiped the badge. The door to her room opened slowly as if it were a bulkhead shifting. Given what Ben knew about her powers and documented volatility, it made sense; however, she’d been kept sedated for years and there was simply no need. Still, precautions…

As titanic as the situation was… the reveal was anything but. In the center of the room was his mother, reclined and restrained in a hospital bed. Ben grimaced at the sight, but Homelander stilled entirely. The web-head pressed a hand to his back, rubbing soothing circles.

“We got this,” Ben whispered. “ We got this…”

Immediately following his voice was a deep, breathy exhale from inside the room.

The wall crawler took Homelander by the hand and walked forward slowly, hand out in a surrender-like gesture toward the woman.

John stood there, stunned out of his own body. He felt like he was watching a movie scene play out. His head felt light but his body was so, so fucking heavy. He felt as though he could crumble if he heard so much as a pin drop. He focused on the breaths coming from her– from his mother – and he gripped Benjamin’s hand with all of his might. His knees began to quake, but somehow he managed to utter that one fucking word he’s never been able to call someone.

“M-Mom..?” A chill ran down his spine when her eyes flickered up to him, gazing at him with the same vibrant blues that stared back at him in the mirror.

She was gaunt, nearly fucking malnourished if not for the IV lines keeping her alive. It seemed a miracle that she could so much as breathe on her own. The woman was clad in a hospital gown and a thin blanket that draped down her legs. Streams of long, tangled gray hair fell over her shoulders, littered with strands that still retained her natural dark brown color.

The photo Benjamin had found in her patient file had made her look far older than she was. The web-head would be surprised if she was any older than sixty-five…

“I… It’s me, mom,” Homelander rasped through the tightness of a bitten-back sob, hand hovering just above hers. He cracked a smile. “It’s me, I– I’m your son! I’m Ho– I’m John…”

Ben watched with a broken heart as Homelander began to falter and shatter, falling to his knees with tears rolling down his face as he sputtered through the same declarations twice more. At one point, he laid his hand on top of John’s to finally nudge him to take his mother’s hand.

The woman watched with nearly lifeless eyes, breaths huffing out loudly through her mouth. She’d been kept heavily sedated, per her file, since the day she’d been injected with a trial of Compound V. If she was conscious of what was going on… chances are it wasn’t by much.

Ben watched Homelander bury his face against the bed and bring her limp hand to rest against his hair. The sight was enough to break his heart all over again… Listening to him weep, being powerless to make it better… He chose to change the only thing he had any control of in that moment– something to keep him from crumbling too. A glance around the room and he spotted a dusty hair brush resting on a metal tray. Many of the bristles were worn down or missing, but it would do.

Benjamin started from the bottom of her hair and worked up, just like he used to do for his Gran… He listened and worked while John told her all about his life, telling her how much he loves her and wishes he could’ve known her.

“I hate them so fucking much for what they’ve done to us…” he laughed miserably. “Think the only good thing I ever really got out of all of this was Ben,” Homelander continued, gesturing to him. “He’s good to me, mama, I promise you don’t have to worry about that. That’s him brushing your hair…”

To the sheer shock of both, her head twitched the slightest bit to the side– just enough that her gaze could meander toward Benjamin.

She fucking moved…

“See,” Homelander rasped. “He’s sweet… See how he’s not even tugging your hair with that brush, mama? You’d have never even known he was doing it.”

Ben shivered under her unrelenting stare. There was something unsettling about it, but not in a bad way. It was like… like she had no other way of saying what she wanted other than through her eyes. Benjamin was no mind reader, but, if he had to guess, he imagined she was telling him that he better not hurt her baby. At least he’d like to think so, anyway.

“I don’t have my powers anymore but… he used to make me eat even though I never really needed to all that much.” Homelander continued, voice wavering and tight. “I went through some… real bad stuff when I lost my powers, but Ben saved me. He always makes me take my vitamins… He helped me learn how to cook, too. I’m really good at making macaroni and cheese,” he chuckled through his tears. “He’s there for me when I’m sad and he always cheers m-me up, mama, I promise he does! And he got us here from our time so I could meet you…”

Ben swallowed thickly around a sob threatening to break free. A few tears escaped, but he still tried to blink back the rest.

“He’s exaggerating,” Ben murmured. He tilted his head to smile fondly at Homelander. “I’m actually a total thorn in his side, y’know? And he whines about the vitamins.”

“They taste terrible!”

“They taste like watermelon candy and they’re delicious!” Ben retailed playfully, and the two began to giggle. “I could always sneak them into your–”

Benjamin’s eyes shot wide open and, if not for John’s expression being identical, he’d think he was entirely fucking insane. A weak grip landed on his wrist, just above the hand that still held a lock of her hair. His eyes flitted slowly to look at her, but, instead, she was looking down at Homelander.

The room would be dead silent if not for her wheezy breaths. Her lips twitched, and each of them stared at her in sheer shock and awe.

The first sound she ever uttered to them was more of a rattle, but… she did it. Over and over again, she did it, pushing herself to build upon each noise.

“Ma…” Was the sound she worked the hardest on– the first she made. Over and over again, following with, “Buhs…”

She pressed her lips hard together and strained, pushing the words from her throat in a tight, hoarse tone. The lightbulb clicked in both John and Ben’s minds simultaneously.

My boys.

They stayed with her for a while after that, talking to her, finishing brushing her hair, telling her about their lives. Where they came from, what they do, all of the good things they’ve been through together. She faded in and out of wakefulness and varying degrees of awareness, but she seemed to enjoy their little tales of the world– of the future.

Leaving was the hardest thing either of them had ever done in their lives, but they had no choice. Benjamin, rule breaker and quick thinker that he was, ended up revealing that he’d brought his phone. It didn’t take much convincing to make Homelander willing to have his first ever photo taken with his mother, nor one shot of all three of them together.

Each of them left her with a hug and a promise.

“I’ll keep him safe.”

“I’ll be good, mama.”

The days following their return to their own time proved normal as ever, save for the trillion-pound emotional weight thrown upon their shoulders. Ben spent his spare time making changes to a very special little stone, modified based on a paper he’d snagged just before they left her room.

They’d decided to take a visit to the graveyard where they’d had a headstone installed for her. Standing there, having finally met her, spending time with her… it felt different. Like a part of her lingered there with them, brought home to finally rest, guided to peace by her boys.

Gone was the nearly nameless stone, replaced instead with…

In loving memory of Patricia L. Gillman.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander x oc #the boys #antony starr #the benlander agenda #idk what exactly made me want him to call her mama but I feel like he would #I feel like he'd get all tripped up in his feels and start rambling like he did abt Ben #SHIEEET i wish i wasn't so emotionally numb to everything atm I feel like I could've really milked the angst #fuck it we ball #request

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perfectprofessorloverapricot · 6 months

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•|A not so stolen youth|•

Stranger things / Prologue

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes.

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Sounded the clock in the wall. The most pronounced sound in the room of four withe walls.

The breath of the little boy seating in the chair came erratic. His whole attention was directed to the can in the table in front of him. Nothing more.

He didn’t pay attention to the man in a lab coat in the corner or how his nose stared to bleed due to the exertion. All he wanted to do was crush the empty can in front of him. Maybe move it an inch at least, but nothing happened.

Giving up, the boy let out a breath he has been holding since an amount of time he can’t deduce.

His eyes opened wide while fear stared crawling in all his body. The can didn’t change nor move an inch. That wasn’t good news.

He looked at the man in the corner, his arms were crossed and an expressionless façade was kept in his face. Oh, but that disappointment and annoyance was more than evident in his eyes.

The result of his failure was being dragged by the arms by two guards while he screamed for his father.

“Papa. No please.” He begged in distress. He knew what was about to come and he didn’t like it. “Please. I can do it.” Pleaded the 7 years old boy. Tears cascading from his beautiful blue eyes with pain. Not physical pain.

At the end of the corridor he was, almost, through inside a dark room. Instantly backing up until his back was against a wall. His knees lifted to his chest.

A shiver ran down his spine at the sight before him. The man he knows as his father holding the door at the entrance, looking at him with disappointment. “P-Papa.” He whispered.

The man’s expression changed to one of pain. Real or fake, he didn’t know. “This is for your own good thirteen.” Said the man. “I promise this will change.” The man grabbed the heavy door with force closing it even when the boys cries grew louder.

“No papa. Please. Don’t leave me.”

His pleads were futile. The man didn’t listen. He would never.

The darkness grew and grew until finally.

Clank.

The boy woke up startled and panting.

It happened again. He’s been out of the lab for almost a year now but the memories of what happens in there kept coming every night. Almost like a reminder that he’ll never be actually free.

He checked his surroundings, making sure that everything was in its place.

After running away from the lab during the chaos he found himself living in the junkyard of the city. Too afraid to go to far but staying in a place secluded enough to not be found. He has had to hide in other places sometimes because the teens of the neighborhood decide it’s a good place to hang out.

But luck is in his side.

At the moment.

He hasn’t been disturbed in almost a month and had manage to steal food without being noticed.

Talking about it. The kid of now 10 years old got out of the least wreaked car that has worked as his hiding place, patting the dust of his oversized hoodie. One that he may or may not have stolen. Just like his pants.

And shoes.

Either way.

He was ready to start another day.

He sat crisscross and happily munching on a bag of cereal at the back side of one of the stores in the town. One of his favorites.

The guy at the counter spends most of his time with weird things covering his ears and that seemed to nullify any sound on his surroundings. His eyes were occupied by a weird book with drawings in it.

It was so easy to stay outside and use his psychokinetic powers to sneak products out the store. The guy still haven’t found out.

He sniffed the boogers produced by the cold weather and passed the back side of his hand under his nose, cleaning the almost dried blood that he forgot to clean. It was getting colder and colder each day and the thin material of his hoodie wasn’t enough any more. And he has a slight idea of where he could hide.

Satisfied with his meal he rolled the wrap to save the remaining for later. It could be his dinner, because he woke up late it became his brunch.

He stud up ready for the journey. He made sure to stay away from de preying eyes of the curious people. Always keeping himself between the trees to make it easy to hide.

It took him some hours, already in the afternoon, to reach the neighborhood he was looking for, but finally his efforts weren’t in vain.

He let out a sigh once he identified the house. The house that has been unused for the months he’s been out of the lab. But the main house wasn’t his goal. His attention was in the small house on the back. The shed.

He doesn’t understand the purpose of a smaller house behind the big house but he wasn’t complaining. It was small and made of wood. Perfect refuge for the cold weather, just like last year.

He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled. He froze. It wasn’t empty like last year. It was loaded with boxes filled to the brim. This wasn’t part of his plans.

He took cautious steps inside, ready to use his powers in case. But when he entered, walking around some boxes to avoid falling he found nothing more.

He let his shoulders relax and decided to inspect the content of the boxes.

Curiously, most of it were metal scraps or what looked like metal scraps for him, some wooden furnitures and clothing fabrics. Not something he would expect to find in a place like that but he could put it to good use.

He turned, ready to go back to the junkyard and eliminate all evidence of his stay in the place, but he end up tripping with a metal pole which caused him and some boxes to fall and creat a ruckus in the small place.

A certain redhead that was formerly enjoying the peace and quiet on her new house, no parents, no annoying brother nor his noisy music coming from his bedroom, it was disturbed when she heard the commotion coming from behind the house.

“Ugh, not again.” Grunted the teenage.

She and her family have been in the house for only 3 days and that was the second time she has to take care of the raccoon.

She left her skate board, that she was formerly painting, and took the bat in the closet. Ready to kick some raccoons ass.

She frowned when she got close to the shed and the noise increased. It must be something really big to cause that noise. She tightened her hold in the bat, just in case.

The door was slightly ajar, letting the light of the outside enter.

The teen grabbed the door with caution and with a quick move, she opened it.

She froze in her place when she saw someone squeak in fright and crawl backwards until their back was against the wall.

“What the-“ she exclaimed.

It was a kid.

A really frightened kid. She could see it clear as the sky those big eyes looking at her like expecting to be beaten to death or something like that.

“Ammm” she started, unsure of what she should say. “Hello?”

The boy kept quiet, the only evident movement was the blinking. He even seemed like holding his breath.

Feeling bad for scaring him like that she lowered the bat and left it leaning in the door frame to show that she didn’t mean harm.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” She reassured, but the kids demeanor didn’t change. “What’s your name?”

Once again the kid kept quiet. Obviously she wasn’t doing a good at appearing not threatening or the kid was to distrustful.

“Are you lost? I could… call someone if you like.” she recommended, but the fright in his eyes rose considerably.

“No, please. No.” He begged, stopping her before she could go back to the house. “Bad people can hear.”

The teenage blinked a few times. Bad people? Was the kid just playing hide and seek?

“Bad people?” She asked for confirmation.

Thirteen nodded once. “Papa.”

The redhead opened her eyes wide. She prays she misunderstood. Did that mean the kid was hurt by his dad? It’s not that imposible since she sees it happen in front of her every once in a a while in her own house so she could understand the fear.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to call anyone.” She reassured squatting in front of him to make herself look less threatening. And for a moment, she saw something other than fear in his eyes. “I’m max. What’s your name?”

The boy opened and closed his mouth, still doubting if he should give more information. But if she actually planed to hurt him she would have already done it, no?

“I’m thirteen.” He said in a small voice.

Max tilted her head. That wasn’t something she was expecting. “Thirteen? Like the number?” She asked again for confirmation, getting another nod from the kid. She bit her bottom lip in doubt. She needed more information to know what to do, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “Thirteen…” she got his attention. “Are you hiding from your father?”

The kid lowered his head in slight embarrassment. That sound like he was a bad kid. But he end up nodding too while playing with his fingers and the sleeves of the oversized hoodie in an attempt to make himself less nervous.

Max noticed the discomfort in the kid and tried to better change the subject. Unconsciously she made a decision. She’ll help the kid the way no one helped her brother. “Hey, do you like comics?” She asked lightheartedly.

The kid looked up at her, not knowing what a comic was. “Comics?” He said.

Max nodded. “Yeah, like books with drawings that help tell the story.” She noticed the way the kids expression was filled with more confusion instead of the contrary. “You don’t know what a comic is?” The boy shook his head.

She stood up, kind of exited to show her new comics. “Okay. Wait here. I’ll be back.” She walked slowly backwards but once she was outside she ran to her room, leaving the kid blinking at her.

He has been worried for a whole year that the bad people might find him, the first posibilite that always came to his mind once he made contact with someone was that he was going to be sent back to the lab straightaway. Not this.

But she looked kind, unlike the people in the lab. Her long read hair and her smile with crooked teeth made a comforting combination. Maybe the reason he didn’t disappear once she left him in there was because he believed her. Or maybe it was just because he was tired of hiding.

Whatever it was. He didn’t expect what this meeting would unleash for the future.

#x male reader #x male oc #x child reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #eleven hopper #jim hopper #hawkins #steve harrington

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princesspuresarahk · 6 months

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The Batman Au: Riddler’s Reform

Chapter:1 Court and Freedom

Arkham Asylum at the private courtroom Edward G. Nygma was waiting for the judge's final verdict after analyzing Edward's case for following his treatment in rehab successful and good behavior being seen fit to reenter society and being proven innocent of the incident the accident of the Dean of Gotham University caused by his former colleague Julie Porter who and Chuck Gorman who was also charged for attempt murder of Edward and the Batman who discovered was cheating in dirty contracts tricking businesses to sell out their inventions in scams and hidden rules both were charged in the scandals. Removing it from Edward's criminal history “In light of additional information about matters regarding a stolen invention that came to light from the Batman, I am proud to say Mr. Nygma that you’ve been improving so much since you returned to finish your treatment in Arkham.” said a woman wearing a black Judge’s uniform with a white blouse underneath, she sat about on a judge’s stand looking down at Edward with her nameplate reading Janet Van Dorn.

“Your Honor, I’m pleased to say that Mr. Nygma has successfully passed all of his therapy sessions with me. His participation and openness in his… criminal history have helped to rid Mr. Nygma of the Riddler permanently. Which is why I’m pleased to declare Mr. Nygma as legally sane and fit to re-assimilate with society” said Dr. Christina Bartholomew, who wore a white lab coat with a light rose button-down blouse and grey jumper over it. The doctor was new to Arkham, she’d taken over the role of Head Psychologist of Arkham Asylum when Dr. Hugo Strange had himself become legally insane. Edward let out a sigh of relief tomorrow he’d be free and start a new beginning as he was being led to his private room where patients go for their final days before being released one of the guards came to him with a phone it was Kayla one of the guards who were friendly to him "you have a call Edward it's from a Miss Saddler.?" Edward knew who it was as he was given the phone and the guards left him in his room for privacy until he was done "Hello Scarlet" he called letting himself relax on his bed.

Meanwhile, over at Wayne Industries, Bruce Wayne was in his office and was looking over resumes on his computer. Lucius Fox was with Bruce as they were both planning a large corporate event, a hiring spree that would bring new employees to the company. This year, the company wanted to hire reformed cons as several departments needed new spots to be filled.

“Bruce, there’s one young man that I think will be an excellent fit for the company. He’s due to be released back into society Tomorrow. If I recall correctly, his name is… Edward Nygma… yeah that’s him” said Lucius as Bruce pulled up Edward’s file that contained everything from his academic history to his work credentials.

“I’m not sure about hiring him, Bruce. Despite the fact his academic history is phenomenal, his criminal history says otherwise” said Lucius as he continued to look over his file. Bruce had a good look at Edward’s file before getting up and walking towards the large window that overlooked all of Gotham.

“I believe that all people can change, I know deep down that Nygma wants to change too. Besides, I see Edward Nygma as having a successful future here at Wayne Tech. Lucius, see if you can bring him in for an interview. I’d like to meet him, and I know you would too judging by his credentials” said Bruce as he sat back down, and clicked on Nygma’s file to consider it for later.

“I know your Father would have made a similar decision in your shoes. He may no longer be with us, but his good spirit in conducting business honestly still resides in you Bruce” said Lucius as he and Bruce looked up at the large portrait of Dr. Thomas Wayne; who founded the company years ago.

The next morning Edward had woken early for release Kayla the kind guard gave him some clothes she found from Arkham's donation room though they were a bit worn in size as she only was able to find some jeans that were a bit snug around the hips, some underwear, a soft pink tank top and a Gotham Gator's hoodie that was worn and big but it will be comfortable for him some slip on sneakers that she was able to find where his size with her describing Edward having Cinderella feet though sadly couldn't find any socks for him but he said it was all right and surprising him more with her kindness gave him a bagel with cream cheese and a Irish coffee before wishing him good luck as he left Arkham's gates heading down to rendezvous his destination where his cousin Scarlet would pick him at 6:30 sharp after his trial it was agreed by him his family and lawyer that Edward is to stay at his cousin's for now which he didn't mind as Scarlet's place was outside of Gotham city limits on private property near it's forest and swamp area's once he made it to the stop he checked his watch it was 40 minutes until his cousin arrived so in the meantime he decided to enjoy his bagel and coffee while he waited making himself comfortable he let his mind wonder as he munched on his breakfast taking sips of his coffee (I wonder how Mum's doing?) He thought as he didn't have a phone he'll have to give her a call later. Suddenly he heard two familiar voices that made his skin chill “There he is!" OH NO! It was Joker and Penguin!!!

Meanwhile, in the Batcave, Batman and Robin were discussing Riddler’s release. Batman thought Riddler despite all his efforts to take over Gotham using puzzles and word games, Batman was open to the possibility that Riddler could reform and finally abandon his life of crime; a life Riddler turned to after sabotage and big business broke his reputation. “How can you trust Riddler? I don’t believe he’s on the level. Just wait Batman, Riddler is going to go back to being the bad guy. I say that we should keep an extra eye on him… just to be sure he’s really going to change” said Robin as he was practicing some twirling tricks with his yellow lightweight steel spear. Robin didn’t like to question his guardian’s judgment; Robin knew that evil was seldom to never capable of showing regret and remorse, just like Tony Zucco who took the lives of his parents years ago. “I believe everyone can change. Remember Dick, there are such things as bad people having some good in them; they can be redeemed, but only if they’re willing to commit. Besides, I hear Riddler is moving in with a family member outside of Gotham” said Batman solemnly. Batman didn’t want to admit it, but he wasn’t sure if Riddler was truly going to reform completely. Still, Batman thought it would be best at some point during their next few patrols that they take a look and see what Riddler was up to, these days as a free man.

40 minutes before Edward’s release “Hahahaha oh Penguin! It looks like you just can’t resist coming back to the loony bin! HAHAHaa!!!” cackled Joker as he watched two guards carting Penguin through Riddler’s floor towards the maximum security wing. Batgirl had stopped Penguin the previous night when he tried to steal some priceless Russian Fabrigé Eggs from the Gotham Metropolitan Art Museum; and, of course, Penguin was once again furious that his latest criminal escapade was thwarted by a teen girl dressed as a Bat.

But as they were about to put Penguin in his cell they apparently overheard one of the guards talking about Edward getting released both their faces frowning as they still held a grudge against that skinny riddled speaking trickster for trying to win the bet to take over Gotham as Joker had a sudden grin on his face " I think it's time we go settle the score with emo face .you in tubby?" Calling out to Penguin as he quickly got ready for a quick escape plan, quickly in his crazy joker way was able to knock out the guard and get the keys he and Penguin made their way out as Edward unknown to him that in 40 minutes would be in a wild chase of cat(s) and mouse for his life! “LOCK DOWN THE CELLS!!! CODE RED!!!” called one of the guards as he saw the dangerous altercation, one hurried into the office and activated a button which sounded the alarms and caused all the cell gates to close and lock instantaneously. Guards quickly sprang into action as they hurried after the escaped convicts, grabbing their nightsticks, stun guns, and binders to use if the troublemakers required them. Seeing how serious the situation was growing, Dr. Bartholomew hit an emergency panic button that alerted the GCPD to the scene.

Meanwhile down in the Batcave, Batman and Alfred were making some repairs to the Batmobile when the Batcave alert came up on their phones. 40 minutes later at the bus stop. Edward's body froze when they saw him as his instincts were screaming for fight or flight. choosing the 2nd option Edward ran before the two goons could react.

Chapter:2 the chase is on! Will Eddie be able to outran Joker and Penguin? will Batman and Robin be able to get to him before the goons do?

credit to Queenie aka https://theivylinerart.tumblr.com/ for being a part of this Fanfic.

#the batman 2004 #batman fanfiction #the riddler 2004 #edward nygma #riddler #batman au

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alondradina · 1 year

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This kind of has spoilers for the end game? I think if you know the ending you'll get it, and if you don't know it then you won't. Which makes sense in my head, but I'm not sure if it'll make sense to anyone else. Sorry.

This was done for the 30+ December Holiday Event! It had to be less than 500 words (I had to cut from 813 and it was painful, let me tell you) and the prompt I chose was best Christmas morning ever.

Title: Save This Moment

Fandom: Pokemon Violet

Characters: Professor Turo and Arven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43644670

Finger held to smiling lips, Arven's father led him past the lab to the waiting sky taxi. The five year old giggled, covering his mouth with both hands. He had been promised an adventure.

The boy squealed when the taxi took flight and a beam from the lighthouse blinded them. His father pulled him into his lap, wrapping him in a blanket.

"Sleep, little one. I will wake you upon arrival."

"Where?" Arven questioned, leaning against his father's chest. Tilting his head, he sent a radiant, gap-toothed smile above him. "Will there be food?"

His father chuckled, arms tightening. "I packed sandwiches. You may have one now, if you wish?"

"When we get there," the boy insisted, yawning. With nothing to do but sit in the dark, he drifted off.

A jarring impact woke him. He flailed — certain he was falling out of bed — before realizing he was still being held.

"Good morning," his father whispered. "What do you see?"

The boy peered out the window; breath frosting the glass. Hesitantly, he rubbed the fog away with a pudgy hand. Outside it was white.

"Snow?"

His father nodded. "You wanted a white Christmas."

"Oh," Arven whispered. He let the window fog again before facing his father. "Can I touch it?"

"Of course."

Huffing and puffing on bare hands, the taximan offered a coat. "My kid's about his size."

A gust swirled through Arven's pajamas, and he gratefully pulled the coat on. Buttoning it, his father handed him a pair of gloves. "They will be too big, and are not meant for snow, but will provide some protection."

Snow wasn't what Arven had imagined. It wasn't soft or fluffy, and tasted like water. Everything was cold and wet. He refused to complain, though.

Glancing over his shoulder, he discovered his father watching him — a strange look on his face. His father was always in motion; hands full and mind focused on his work. He barely noticed his son. But now, open lab coat whipping in the wind — unbothered by the cold and snow — his father had eyes only for him.

The warmth stolen from his extremities curled around his heart; encasing it in an unfamiliar feeling. It was indescribable.

His father's expression seemed to reflect it, though. Something uncertain; affectionate. A special feeling only for them.

Arven took a deep breath and forcefully expelled it. The giant puff it created warmed his cheeks before vanishing into the wind.

His father sighed, but no cloud came from his lips. "Come here, Arven. It's too cold."

He shuffled over without protest. The taximan opened the door as Arven settled into his father's arms; searching for a warmth he couldn't find.

His concern vanished when he spotted a maschiff quivering on the floor. Setting him down, his father nudged him towards the Pokemon. "You wanted a companion."

"Yes," Arven whispered, fingers reaching for soft fur. The Pokemon sniffled outstretched fingers before licking them. Giggling, he stroked its head. "We'll be best friends. You'll see."

#pokemon #pokemon violet #professor turo #ai turo #dadbot #arven #spoilers #ish #30+ fanfic #30+ discord #30+ writers #prompt fics #domestic fluff #christmas fluff #white christmas #first snow

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purpleturtle9000 · 8 months

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Giving you them bc they reminded me of blue thing and purple thing <3

Speaking of purple thing, may I ask for any crumbs of them? Also, had a thought of do things (blankets, plushies, etc) ever get sacrificed to the alligator nest? Has any other blueberry other than Tello’s ended up in there?

Also, adhd moment but do any of the blueberries have surprise allergies bc for some reason I think it would be funny to make blue things life even more benignly stressful <3

Okay last question, where do each of the blueberries/grapes feel safest?

Throwing a blanket over you and leaving a basket of snacks on your table have a lovely day okie byeee

BABIES they're so cute look at them I wanna Gently Hold

I love talking about purple :3

Brief blueberry trivia: when Spruce first sees them, xe scrambles after them immediately, because xe recognises any version of xyr twin, and is briefly hopeful that xyr Donnie might've survived. It is a crushing experience for everyone to see how distressed xe is that they're the wrong purple.

Also the reason I gave them a battle arm was so they can turn it into a gatling gun with their ninpo, they need more ways to be extremely inadvisable with weapons. They were always an inch shorter than Leonardo so they made their new legs longer so they're the same height. Insufferable.

They never admit to sleeping better with Angelo there, but Angelo was well aware, and used to drag the twins into a sleep pile, with Leonardo and Tello curled together and Angelo on top of Leonardo's shell.

They teach all their grapes Be Gay Do Crime and is constantly in trouble with the blue turtle as a result. It's not like it's their fault that one of the grapes stole a nuclear missile, it didn't even go off!

You know how sometimes when you pet a cat, it'll bite you, but not hard? Like play biting? *points at purple* Yeah. Leonardo has so many scars on his hands and forearms from nibbling that they did too hard by accident but he doesn't mind. He calls it taste-testing and Casey Sr found that hilarious.

Speaking of Casey Sr! She was one of Tello's besties in the future. They were both unhinged and loved stabbing things so they truly made each other worse. Even if they were also at most two minor inconveniences away from stabbing each other. Maybe just one.

They will sit for ten hours straight watching Bill Nye, Magic School Bus, or How It's Made. Sometimes Leonardo will put one of those shows on just so Tello will get distracted for two minutes because that's all it takes for them to fall asleep.

They blame themself for Red's death. They were busy evacuating an injured Angelo, and they know that Angelo never would have made it out without them - but they also can't shake the thought that Red would have found a way to take care of them all, if Tello had been smart enough to find a way to take care of him. They took one of Raph's other spare masks and wore it as a bandana, since it didn't have the eye holes cut in it yet, until the day they died.

There was extreme pouting the day that their last lab coat was damaged beyond wearing. They committed to the mad scientist aesthetic as long as they could and I respect that. Part of committing to the aesthetic was secretly chipping everyone with trackers, which Leonardo still gives them shit about on occasion.

For movie nights, there's a ledge above the couch, near the ceiling. Like those wall-mounted cat trees! They can socialise and be nearby without having to let anyone touch them. And they can drop random insects on Leonardo's head.

Casey used to have his hair styled exactly like his entle Tello's but never did anything with it after Tello died :) He wouldn't even let his mom braid it :)

There are so many blankets sacrificed to the alligator nest. Whenever they see a new blanket, they inspect it. If it is suitable, it disappears. They sometimes get a replacement but generally whoever was stolen from is just shit out of luck.

They're pickier about plushies, but when Leonardo gets them a purple axolotl squishmallow, not even Jr is allowed to touch it. #1 prized object.

Blueberries in the nest are relatively rare. Just because Tello is always monitoring their health, happiness, and behaviour for signs of stress doesn't mean that Tello's bonded or anything, god forbid. (Distant sound of Leonardo wheezing.)

When Alpha isn't around, though, Cobalt goes to the alligator nest. Baby Blue is partially nonverbal, and when he is, he's allowed in the nest with Tello to nap together. Otherwise, not really!

There are several surprise allergies! Unicorn is allergic to seafood, Pilot Hamato is allergic to cilantro, and Alpha and Cobalt are both allergic to peanut butter. Also Alpha doesn't ever really figure out that tomatoes aren't spicy, he thinks it's supposed to be like that.

Leon feels safest when he's got Don with him, or failing that, Tello. (Tello does not know what to do about this but treats Leon like they do Junebug, and it seems to work out.) The place doesn't matter as much as the turtles.

Hamato prefers to be alone when he's stressed out. Usually this means curling up in a blanket nest in his closet in his room, because it's the place that's most shut off from the rest of the lair. Angelo is allowed occasionally and is always very gentle about it.

Baby Blue will be held and cuddled, or die trying. Preferably Hamato or Leonardo, but anyone is acceptable.

Sunflower likes to be around a bunch of turtles, but being around humans is still a bit unnerving. The only human they got along with was April, in their universe of origin, so having the Joneses around is strange for them.

Alpha is most comfortable when he's settled down on a beanbag and under a bunch of blankets, with Cobalt safely nearby (and although he'd never admit it, The Damn Cat, too).

Unicorn is bonded the most with Leonardo and Pep, but generally, Pep is off causing trouble, so she goes to Leonardo or Red. She likes hanging out with Leonardo no matter where they are, but really loves when she gets to sleep on Red's shell.

Vanilla likes holing up somewhere in Tello's lab, when they allow it. He can curl up in some spot nobody can see him, and where nobody will try to talk to him, but he can still hear someone being nearby.

Cobalt would feel safe in the prison dimension if Alpha was there with him. There's a permanent blanket fort in the play room that Alpha claims whenever Cobalt is upset about something, so Cobalt can hide in there without actually isolating himself.

Spruce will go in Tello's greenhouse and sit on the bench in the middle for hours, when he needs it. Sometimes Tello joins him and they wordlessly work on pruning leaves or cutting flowers, but he's just as peaceful when he's there alone.

Pep will fall asleep in Tello's arms and Tello still doesn't know what to do about it. They're all right with it, though, and they make an effort to be there whenever Pep needs them. When it's not a touching day, they instead let Pep use their spare battle shell as a nest, which Pep likes just as much.

Echo and Lee are inseperable when one of them is distressed. They have their own alligator nest, though neither of them will get bitey if they're discovered, they'll just relocate. There's several weighted blankets that makes Leonardo wonder if they're getting squished in there, but they prefer it to anywhere else.

River will sit and watch Lou Jitsu movies with Splinter for hours, listening to all his stories and anecdotes. She's well aware that he's not her dead dad, but the similarities help calm her down sometimes. When they don't, she goes to Leonardo.

Heiwa will dive in the big heated pool and stay at the bottom with Jihi for half an hour at a time. Eventually they have to put a timer up on the wall because various other turtles were walking in on this and ruining their decompression time by shrieking about him drowning.

#i've had two boxes of strawberry pocky today so i am imagining a basket filled with more pocky ty #i feel like i missed someone on the last question idk it's late here #wify meta #fic: reality check

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rachelbethhines · 2 years

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Fanfic Fashion - Four

Di Amara creates ‘evil’ clones of Big Hero Six.

Spoilers under the cut..

Varian flipped on the light switch and was met with the sight of a tall woman with long blond hair standing in the middle of his lab. She turned around to give him a wickedly charming smile. Her face was both beautifully, hauntingly familiar and horrifyingly alien to him.

“Hi handsome.” She greeted in a sultry voice.

“What are you doing here?” Varian asked, as he tensed up.

She bushed off his question with a shrug and then sat upon the edge of his desk. “I got to thinking. Since your girlfriend dumped you, I thought you’d might want to have a little fun?”

Varian narrowed his eyes at her. “Okay, first off, Honey Lemon and I never dated, and secondly why on Earth should I trust you? What are you really after?”

The girl who looked like Honey Lemon, but wasn’t, rolled her eyes. “Geez, chill out, will you? I’m off duty. We don’t slave away for Di twenty four/seven you know.”

“Then why did you come here?” He asked, as he crossed his arms.

“I told you. I’m here to have some fun. You’ve any idea how annoying it is to be cooped up in a stuffy lab with those lameo losers all the time?”

Varian raised an eyebrow. “So you decided to spend what little freedom you have breaking into a lab just to spend time with another loser?”

“You’re not a loser. Your dorkiness is kind of cute actually.” She gave him another smile. “Oh come on. I know you’re attracted to me, too. Don’t lie. I look just like her, but without all the weird hang ups and Catholic school induced prudishness.”

She examined her newly painted nails with a haughty expression on her face. “I could treat you right.”

Varian only frowned at her.

The clone sided eyed him, and then snorted with laughter when she saw his expression. “Wow, you really like playing ‘hard to get’; don’t you mister stoic?”

“I’m not dumb, and I’m not going to walk blindly into a trap.”

“Oh, I’m a trap am I?” She suddenly whispered.

Varian didn’t know what that meant, and he was even more confused when she started to slowly take off her jacket. He supposed she was trying to be seductive, but it wasn’t as if the cropped militarily coat actually hid anything to begin with.

She laid the red jacket aside, leaving the black tube top she wore fully exposed, and then started to tie up her hair, using her black headband as a pony tail holder.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being on your guard all the time?” She asked. “All those dirty little secrets you keep, all that fighting, all that effort you put into self destructing at every given opportunity... it must be exhausting. I can help you relive that all that stress.”

She stretched and childishly swung her legs back in forth, as they wouldn’t quite reach the floor from where she sat perched on the high desk. The toe of her leather black boots only barely scuffing the linoleum floor, despite her height.

She smiled wide at him again even as he took a more defensive stance. “I’m not her. I don’t care about commitments, or ‘making you stay’, or prying into your very weird and traumatic backstory. I’m just here to offer you a good time, and then we go our separate ways. So truce?”

“I’m not buying it.” Came Varian’s reply.

For a moment the cheery facade fell away from the woman’s face, and for a split second Varian thought he may have to fight her. But soon the fake smile was back on her face, and she gave another shrug.

“Oh well,” She sighed. “I tried. If you don’t wanna play, then I’ll just go find someone else who does.” She stood up and slung the jacket over her arm. “It’s your loss though.”

Varian didn’t stop her from leaving. As soon as she was out the door, he rushed over to the desk to make sure she hadn’t stolen any of his research. Then suddenly, she slammed the door back open.

“Oh come on!” She whined, and stamped her foot on the ground. “Are you really not going to follow after me?”

“Why should I?” Varian asked distractedly as he flipped through a folder.

“What am I doing wrong? I thought guys couldn’t resit a pretty face.” She continued on, ignoring the fact that he was ignoring her. “I rehearsed this a thousand times and the one time I try it for real, I completely blow it! And I know it’s not like your immune to romance or anything, I’ve seen you make out with both guys and girls.”

Varian paused in his computer scan to give her an incredulousness look. “How long have you been stalking me?”

She returned his expression with an annoyed one of her own. “Di made us study all of you, so that we can better copy you. Duh. It’s not like that’s how I want to waste my time. It’s not like I asked to be trapped in a laboratory my whole life, and only be allowed out so that I can watch someone whose just like me have everything that I could possibly hope for and just throw it away.”

Suddenly she started sobbing. “It’s not fair! I didn’t get a prom, or a graduation, or an abuelo, or a mother, and I certainly never had a cute guy chasing after me... telling me how wonderful I am all the time. I never get to have fun or do anything for myself at all! I never get to experience anything... I don’t even get a name! But she gets all of it, and she doesn’t even care! She doesn’t appreciate it. She treats both you and Mauve like crap cause she can’t get over her pathetic daddy issues, and meanwhile I get sent on crummy missions like this... which if I don’t do... if I don’t do...”

She was choking on her tears now. Varian too a step towards her.

“Cause if you don’t, Di will punish you.” He whispered, finishing the thought for her.

Varian had never met this Di Amara, but according to everyone’s stories, she sounded like a truly nasty piece of work.

The girl pouted up at him. “Di doesn’t know I’m here.” She gave a shaky breath. “She can’t know. You asked what I’m really after... it’s Zero. You have to give him back. Di will kill him if you don’t.”

The tears started to flow once more and she flung herself a him. Sobbing please over and over again.

Varian’s mouth suddenly grew dry. Zero had told them what happened to clones that displeased their creator. Di short circuited their brains and melted their bodies down to be reformed into a new clones. While he didn’t necessarily like the guy, the idea of that happening to someone who shared his own face nauseated him.

“Hey, no. That’s not going to happen. Listen to me.” Varian pulled away and and gently lifted the girl’s chin so that she was looking at him. “What is your name?”

“They... I’m called Four.” She sniffed.

“That’s a number not a name.... what do you want to be called?”

“I... I don’t know.” She blinked, confused. Then she suddenly got angry. “What does it matter!?”

“It matter’s because you matter!” He shouted back, and he firmly grabbed her by the shoulders. “Look, we’re working on a way to break the code that Di programed into you. To set you free. Zero volunteered to come with us, to be the test subject. He’s risking his life willingly to save yours, to save all of you. You have to give him a chance.”

“No!” Four howled and pushed him away. “You don’t know what you’re doing! You don’t know what Di is capable of. You haven’t seen what she’s done.”

She cried and pulled out a chimball from her pant’s pocket. Varian held up his hands and backed away quickly.

“Well I have seen it.” She continued.”And I not risking it. Take me to my brother, now!”

#varian #tangled the series #tangled #big hero six #rapunzel's tangled adventure #bh6 the series #bh6 #four #of rocks and robots

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krugecrow · 3 years

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@kuweiweek Prompt: Life before soc

Baby Kuwei playing scientist with his dad!

(Click for better quality)

Prompt: Powers

Prompt: Six of crows canon

Prompt: Relationships

Prompt: Alternate universes/memes/songs

#just a baby lab assistant :)#He may have stolen his lab coat too #also all the glassware measurements are in Chinese! hopefully I translated it correctly from Google ✌️#cawcaw #cawart #kuwei week #kuwei week 2021 #six of crows #soc #crooked kingdom #ck #kuwei yul bo #art #artkuwei #fanart #grishaverse #shu #shu han

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 3 years

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Aberration - Chapter 1

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Yay, here’s the first chapter of my new AU! It might be a little slower at first but it’ll pick up the further we get into it. So I hope you like this!

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist/Character profiles

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In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier…

Right?

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Before you stands one of the largest facilities you have ever seen. You take a deep breath, attempting to calm your rapidly beating heart. Adjusting the strap on your bag, you make your way into the research center.

Upon entering, you gasp in wonder. The inside is huge, tall pure white walls that meet at a double paned glass ceiling. In front of you is a wall of security, stretching to accommodate the vast interior of the lobby. You walk up to the nearest security officer and give them your information. Thankfully, you were on a list and after checking you over, you're granted entrance to the building.

That's where you meet a man and a woman, both dressed in white lab coats and carrying clipboards. You bow your head to the two of them and they return the gesture.

"Ms. Y/N, I presume? My name is Shota Aizawa and this is my assistant, Momo Yaoyorozu." The older of the two speak.

You smile at the two. "Yes, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, L/N, graduate of UA science tech. I am so happy to be here and look forward to working with the two of you."

The younger girl nods and smiles, gesturing behind the two of them. "If you would kindly follow us, we can get started."

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"Ms. Y/N, here's the list of the inmates you will be working with from this point on."

Momo hands you a clipboard containing pictures and descriptions of each individual. Your eyes scan the information on the page in front of you, your brow raising with each word you read. "There is… quite a bit of information on these individuals."

Aizawa nods. "Considering how dangerous the subjects are, it's best to have every detail we can."

You internally cringed at the term 'subject'. These were criminals, yes, but they were still living breathing people. Noone deserves to be dehumanized, no matter the reason.

Shaking your head of those thoughts, you continue to look over the notes in your hands. One in particular catches your eye. " 'Multiple counts of 3rd degree murder by reason of insanity' and yet he's only deemed as a level 4 danger?"

The doctor looks over your shoulder at the character profile. "Ah, yes. Fumikage Tokoyami. He's an interesting one, to say the least." You wait for him to continue, but seeing as it doesn't seem like he will, you gesture for him to elaborate. "Tokoyami himself is actually fairly harmless and incredibly cooperating, which is why he gets a level 4 only. However…" Aizawa looks down the hall of the facility to a door near the end. "Dark Shadow is deemed a level 9."

Your eyes shoot up in shock. "Dark Shadow? A level 9? Explain."

"Dark Shadow is his mutation. It's a completely sentient being that he harbors inside of him. Highly dangerous, more so if there is darkness." He looks back at you. "I'll let him explain the reason why he was instituted. He always prefers to explain the story himself."

The more Aizawa explains Tokoyami's situation, the more your excitement builds up, wanting desperately to meet this man. This was such an interesting mutation and you couldn't wait to hear everything he had to tell you. You take a breath to calm your childish manner and clear your throat.

"If it's alright with you, sir, I'd like-" You look down at your clipboard once again. "'Inmate 06' to be the first one I meet with."

Aizawa nods and writes something down in his notebook. "Very well. Follow me this way please."

You follow the doctor down the long white hallway, your excitement growing with each step. Along the way, you notice each door on the facility that lines either side of the stretched hall. Each door had a narrow window towards the top and a small number engraved underneath. You don't take too much notice and keep following the doctor to your destination. However, an eerie feeling makes you freeze in your tracks.

You slowly rotate your head and look at the inmate's door you stopped next to. The color drains from your face as you see two ice blue eyes peering right into yours. It felt like your breath was stolen, a hint of fear and anxiety built up within you from this intense gaze. After what felt like hours, you snap your gaze back to Aizawa and Momo, who were standing in front of a door you were also supposed to be at.

"I would highly advise you to keep cautious while you are in this facility. While we keep all inmates in cuffs that neutralize their mutations, the technology has not been 100% perfected yet and parts of their powers may leak out. That is why we have additional precautionary measures in place for each inmate." Aizawa gives you an impartial look as you walk over. "Now. The only special precaution with Inmate 06 is the lights must stay on at all times. There are no light switches in his cell, so nothing should go wrong. But like I said, always stay cautious."

You nod your head at the doctor's words and turn to face the door. Aizawa places a hand onto the keypad next to the door, scanning his prints before buzzing and opening the door. You give the man one last nod before making your way inside the room. The room itself is bare. White floors, white walls and an equally white ceiling. Nothing was in there except a desk with a chair and a bed.

On top of that bed sat a young man with the body of a human and the head of a crow. Your eyes widen in awe at the beautiful being in front of you. Tokoyami tilts his head and gives you a curious look.

"Oh. Hello, there. I've never seen you before."

The deep voice of the man shocks you. You bow your head and give the bird man a smile. "Hello, Tokoyami. My name is Y/N. I'm the new scientist at this facility. I'm here to get to know and observe you all to help further our findings for a cure. I hope we can be friends."

Tokoyami blinks. "You want to be… friends? With us?"

"Yeah, of course. Why not?" Your smile never leaves your face.

"Well, maybe because we're all… felons? The greater majority of us being murderers?"

"I truly believe everyone deserves a second chance." You gesture to the desk chair, silently asking if you could sit. The man nods and you greatly take your seat. "Now, would you ever be so kind as to answer a few questions for me, Tokoyami? I would like to get to know you a little better." You take out your pen and notebook, opening to a fresh page.

Tokoyami nods again and you give him a smile. "Just a few standard questions first. Can you please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

"Fumikage Tokoyami, age 22, October 30th."

"What is the name of your quirk and how does it work?"

Tokoyami fiddles with the quirk-cancelling cuffs around his wrists at the mention of his quirk but answers anyway. "It's called Dark Shadow. It's a fully sentient shadow that resides inside my body. It can come out when I call call it or it can show itself on it's own. But it's always connected to me and cannot be separated. It…" Tokoyami takes a breath. "It gets stronger the darker my surroundings are. So the less light, the less control I have over it. If it gets too dark, it completely takes over me, no longer under my control."

The longer you listen to him, the wider your eyes get and the more they shine in wonder. "That is incredible! To have that kind of quirk is truly fascinating!"

Hearing your words of praise would have made Tokoyami blush, if he could. He clears his throat in embarrassment. "Why, thank you for those kind words. Though, I doubt having this...quirk, as you say, is all to be impressed about."

You shake your head. "You may not think so, but really, I've never seen anything like it." You excitedly write a few things down before making eye contact with him again. "Now onto my final question of the day. Can you please tell me the reason why you are here?"

Tokoyami stays silent for a moment, staring at nothing in particular, residing in his thoughts. You clear your throat and he looks up to you. You give him a small, comforting smile and it causes Tokoyami's heart to beat harder. For some unknown reason, he suddenly feels like he can trust you with anything.

"I've been charged with multiple counts of 3rd degree murder." He sighs, recalling that day. "I was invited to a college party on a date, by someone whom I had grown quite infatuated with. I never really was one to socialize and never really had any friends. But I really liked this person, so I went. At first it was going okay, nothing too out of the ordinary. Then, the host decided that playing truth or dare was the way to go.

So my date dragged me to sit down and join them. Every time I was asked, I always chose truth. And everytime, their questions were about my appearance, my mutation. Laughing at all my answers, mocking my looks, talking about how unnatural I was. The more they asked, the more my anxiety and anger built up. But my stubbornness didn't want to show any weakness, so I stayed.

Finally, I decided to just choose dare instead. At that point, I decided that nothing could be more humiliating than what they've already done." His sharp, red eyes flickered to yours. "Oh, how wrong I was. They dared me to go into the closet with my so-called 'date'. We were shut in and from then, they decided to tell me how this whole thing was a set up, just to humiliate me. That anyone with mutations like myself should just disappear because of how disgusting we are." He spits out that word like it was rotten food. "Remember how I said Dark Shadow gains control in the dark? Well, with my anger rising and the fact that it was almost pitch black in that closet, I lost control of myself and Dark Shadow took control of me. Next thing I remember, I was standing in the middle of the college dorm party, blood painting the floors, the walls, and the entirety of my class slaughtered."

You almost dropped your pen in shock but regained your composure. You give the poor young man a sad smile. He sighs and finishes off his explanation. "I was arrested and charged with multiple counts of 3rd degree murder by reason of insanity, considering I was technically not in my right state of mind at the time."

The two of you sit there in silence, basking in all this new-found information. You close your notebook and set your pen down, facing Tokoyami directly. "Listen to me. There is nothing wrong with the way you look or your quirk. Just because it isn't the societal norm, doesn't mean it's disgusting or wrong. Remember that."

Tokoyami blinks in surprise."Um, thank you." Those were the only words he could say, as how shocked he was at what you said.

You tilt your head and stare at him. "If I may ask, would I be able to feel your head? I'm very curious as to what your feathers feel like. It would greatly help my research as well."

"Oh. U-um, yeah. Sure."

You move to gently sit next to Tokoyami, so as to not startle him too much. You slowly lift your hand and place it on his head, eyes lighting up as you card your fingers through his feathers. "Oh wow, they're so soft!"

Tokoyami's heart speeds up, his feathers ruffling at your touch. He gazes at you with something akin to admiration. No one was ever gentle with him like this before. After another few seconds, you retreat your hand, Tokoyami almost whimpering at the absence.

"Well, I better get going. I have quite a few more things to do today before my shift is over." You gather up your things and bow your head at the half bird boy. "I greatly appreciate your time and look forward to our future sessions. Have a good rest of your day!" You smile at Tokoyami before heading back to the door and signaling Aizawa to open it.

"Goodbye, Ms. Y/N. I look forward to meeting with you again." Tokoyami watches you leave his room. Once you're gone, he runs his hand through his feathers, imagining they were your fingers.

As the door closes, you turn to Aizawa who gives you a disappointed look.

"What?"

"You touched the inmate. Why in the hell would you do that?"

You place your hand on your hip and give the doctor a stern look. "I was curious about his mutation and wanted to see how it felt."

He sighs and runs a hand down his face. "We try to avoid any physical contact with any of the inmates, as it may trigger something deep within them. Remember, Y/N. Every single one of these individuals are dangerous and unstable. Any abnormal behavior could result in catastrophic consequences."

You sigh and shake your head, giving him a chaste nod. "Yes, Sir. You're right. I promise to heed your warning and modify how I work."

The doctor looks satisfied as he turns on his heel and walks further down the long hallway. You quickly follow to keep up. "Now, on to your next subject. Inmate 04, Eijiro Kirishima." You flip the page of your inmate profiles to see a picture of a red-haired man. "He is of a higher danger level, so make sure to keep your guard up. And for the love of God, under any circumstances…

Do not touch him."

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kaijurakunsobs · 3 years

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Karl coming back to you and the baby after a successful REVOLUTION!! Cause he deserves happiness (and maybe ethans there because I want rosemary and lil maginito baby to be friends

I like how you think anon

this one is gonna be fun and LONG

Let's start by pretending Ethan wasn't just a human chia pet, but the mold made him mutate like the Lords, he has no powers but his body is just...sturdier

that being said...

after Miranda's announcement of finding the perfect vessel and presenting Rose to the Lords, you could tell Heisenberg was extremely close to start his rebellion in that moment, what stopped him? that your child is waiting for the return of their parents and you still have no way out of everything goes wrong

it feels grotesque to receive a piece of such an innocent baby in a flask

through the creep vine you both learn about Ethan being in the Village, the father of the stolen child, you can see the expression in Karl's face shift into one of hope, he knows something you don't

when Winters is brought to the church you both play your role of sadistic monsters, giving a "show" for Donna and Moreau, but you have made sure there are useful things "left behind" by previous participants of your little game

with bated breaths, you follow his progress, feeling more and more hope with each Lord he takes down

Heisenberg cheers loudly when Dimitrescu goes down, lifting you off the ground and howling harder when only Moreau remains

He knows that, Ethan won't take it well when he arrives at the factory, so you offer to be the one to welcome him, reminding Karl to keep his cool and be straight with his answers and go to the point

NO THREATENING THE GUESS WITH THROWING HIM TO THE STURM

Ethan is, indeed, shaken up when he comes into the factory and the first thing he sees is you, he saw you at the church, why are you waiting for him?

"I must say, under other circumstances, it would have been...nice to meet you, but there's no time to lose, come with me, please"

he's hesitant, which is understandable, but he follows, a hand always hovering over his gun and eyes following your every move

when you reach Karl's center of command, you are careful with asking to sit and please listen to what you two have to say

"That boulder punching guy and his people are here, right Ethan?" Karl has his back to the other man "You see...me and Y/N...we need your help"

"My help!? after everything, each and everyone single one of you psychos put through?!"

But Karl is not listening, he starts to tell his story...your story, how Miranda took you both and used you like she's trying to use Rose, but you two were defective, useless, he wants revenge and is willing to do anything to get it

There's desperation in his voice but Winters seems unmoved by it, later you will admit that what you did was manipulative but as long as it works

Both men see you leave and come back with your child in arms, the kid is a bit older than Rose, the gray hair and factions that resemble yours is all that Ethan needs to know, Heisenberg as a child

they are vastly different but, he's like Ethan, he just wants to put his family in a safe place, so he accepts with the promise of "I'll kill you the moment you try to betray me"

Involving and convincing Chris is a lot harder, the man is already pissed at Ethan and now he's besties with 2 of Miranda's underlings? but time is running out and hes desperate for help, and maybe, it could actually work

Chris gives Heisenberg coordinates of where there's gonna be someone waiting for you and the kid, and that you have to be quick in reaching the point or they will leave with out you

of course, you panic! Karl is staying behind and you have to go? you want to kick Chris in the face and make him change his mind, he already has the soldats, why does he need Karl too?!

it's he who has to almost drag you away towards where the Duke is, he knows he has a better chance of getting you there, Miranda won't spare a glance at the merchant

a hefty payment and promises of coming back to you later, you are delivered safely to the team, Karl's trench coat draped over your shoulders and a sack filled with some of your most precious items. feeling like that's the last time you will see him again.

from the helicopter's window, you see with horror how the factory gets destroyed, gasping when Karl's mechanical form appears from the rubble and his army moving to where Miranda must be

the wait is grueling, painful, the sounds of gunfire and explosions make you jump, your crying child screams for their father, but this time, hes not there to calm the not cries and make them laugh

it's past dawn when the bigger explosion shakes the helicopter and when you cry the hardest, believing hes dead, that he die protecting you both.

the entire ride back to the BSAA is spent in silence, your child cried themselves to sleep and you are...just there...heartbroken, unable to shed another tear

a group of paramedics comes to you when you arrive at the new area, asking you questions and trying to check you for any wounds, but you don't answer or hear or care

from far away you see him, limping and using Ethan as a crutch, and then you are running, harder than you have ever done in your life, a strong hold in your baby

Karl looks up to see you and he can't help but smile and cry, open arms waiting for you and catching you, not carrying for his wounds, hes just there and his family is safe...and the 3 of you are free

neither of you put up a fight when the BSAA informs you that you will be under surveillance or that wherever you go you are expected to stay close to their offices, you laugh wholeheartedly when Karl asks "But we can go anywhere...you won't keep us locked away?"

Mia is the one who insists that both families must be close to each other, and you accept

it feels like a dream when Karl comes back and bitches about something that happened in the new lab, he may not be allowed to use corpses but hes allowed to tinker around with his creations and help to contain all bioweapons

you see your child grow and little Rose comes often to play, both children laugh and run around, not knowing what life they could have had

they whisper secrets and share what they have, Mia lights up whenever your kid gives her drawings, Karl melts down a bit when Rosemary calls him "uncle Heis"

and you see him change, he no longer frowns or gets irritated, he giggles or tells jokes, you have caught him develop a true fascination in watching videos and play video games

for once in so long...everything is finally fine

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 #mia winters #ethan winters #x reader #answer stuff #rosemary winters #baby stuff

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starlight-loki · 3 years

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Precautionary Surveillance (Loki x Reader)

Or, That Time You and Loki Became Friends

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none :)

A/N: this is platonic (and gender neutral! :D )

As this is my first imagine, I kind of just wanted to establish how the reader first meets Loki, but I’ve got plenty more fluff in the works! ;)

also this takes place post-Ragnarok, but Infinity War doesn’t exist here, shHHHH

Despite the long list of risks and expectations that came with living with the Avengers in their compound, you never thought that babysitting Loki would be included. And yet, a mere two weeks after having moved into the compound, Tony sheepishly approached you with the news.

He didn’t word-for-word call it ‘babysitting’ of course, but you knew it was definitely implied.

“Think of it as... precautionary surveillance.” Tony had explained to you that morning as he packed a small backpack, supposedly containing enough supplies to last for a week-long mission. “Or if that’s too much, just be normal roommates. But check in on him every few hours. Make sure he’s not destroying anything. And don’t let him go out. Or to my lab. Or Bruce’s. Or the roof-”

“Okay, I get it Tony,” you rolled your eyes as you heaved out a sigh. “You want me to babysit Loki.”

Tony shrugged, and patted your shoulder empathetically before zipping up his backpack. “Your words, kid. Not mine. Like I said, it’s just precautionary surveillance, we’ll be back before you know it.”

“I don’t understand why you can’t just bring him along with you!” You protested, throwing your hands up in the air. “His fighting skills and abilities would be really useful for your mission, you know that right?”

You were fine with the fact that Tony and Steve weren’t confident enough in your fighting abilities to bring you along on missions just yet -- frankly, you were completely happy staying behind and burying your nose in a book. But now Tony wanted you to babysit Loki, going so far as asking you to log any ‘suspicious activity’ from the god. You thought the entire thing was ridiculous.

“You know why, Y/N.” Tony began sternly, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and starting towards the quinjet hangar. He was walking briskly, and you scowled as you had to practically run after him. “The New York Incident? The two-hundred or so times he’s betrayed Thor? That time he stuck his dad in an old folks home here and just paraded around Asgard in disguise for two years?”

“New York was nearly ten years ago!” You protested. “Look at him now, all he does is putter around the compound in sweatpants because you won’t let him out-”

Tony sighed loudly, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Look, I know you’re new here and you mean well, but we don’t trust him Y/N. Thor dragged him here because Asgard’s gone and there’s nowhere else for them to go, but Loki is not one of us. It’s going to be a damn long time before any of us think anything different of him.”

You glowered at Tony, fighting the tiny glow of anger that sparked in your heart when you heard him talk about Loki like that.

You had stolen glances at Loki last week when he thought no one else was looking, and you knew he was far from the dysfunctional maniac who tried to take over New York all those years ago. Sure, the dysfunctional part may still remain, but he was far from a maniac -- you could see that in his features when he sat on the couch alone that day, flipping through a small worn book.

He looked... lost. Empty almost, as if any possibility of a joyful life had been stripped from him. It hurt your heart to see someone sit with their own melancholy the way Loki did. The fact that no one else in the Compound trusted him -- evident from the fact that you were being put on babysitting duty this instant -- didn’t make things any better.

“Take care of yourself, kid.” Tony said, pulling you in for a fairly awkward one-armed hug. “Keep an eye on Loki, but don’t do anything stupid.”

You frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Just... keep your distance from him.”

Tony’s words brought the image of Loki sitting alone in sadness back to the front of your mind, and you decided right then and there that you were going to do exactly the opposite of what Tony was suggesting.

The first day felt like an eternity. Loki remained in his room with the door shut, and with no one else to chat with and pass the time, time seemed to crawl at an eerily slow pace.

You made pasta for dinner. You figured the sound of pots, pans, and kitchen utensils clanging every now and then as you cooked would summon the lonely Asgardian out of his room to eat at the very least, and you couldn’t help the little sting of disappointment that appeared when you finished your meal as alone as you had been earlier.

After placing your own bowl in the sink, you grabbed Loki’s portion you had set aside and padded down the hall to his room. You tried to ignore the slight tremble in your hand as you knocked on his door.

“Loki?” You asked gently. “You there?”

You were greeted with a faint shuffling noise, but otherwise there was nothing but silence.

“I made you dinner. I haven’t seen you all day, you must be hungry... um... I mean, you don’t have to eat of course if you don’t want to, but I’ll just... I’ll leave this here at your door if you want it. No pressure.”

You felt fire rush to your cheeks as you cursed yourself silently for rambling, and carefully set the bowl of pasta on the floor.

“If you want anything,” you added quickly in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper. “More food, tea, some company... I’m in the other room.”

You stood frozen at Loki’s door for a moment, waiting for any sort of response. Earning nothing but more silence, you nodded to yourself before turning on your heel and heading back for the kitchen.

You looked back over your shoulder before you rounded the corner at the end of the hall, and the pasta bowl was gone. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

The second and third day passed much like the first. If it weren’t for the fact that Loki was constantly on your mind, it would’ve felt like you had the entire place to yourself. You would have enjoyed the quiet, but there was a part of you that couldn’t stop worrying about Loki.

After the god failed to leave his room once again, you brought dinner to his door which was hastily accompanied by another short little babble of an invitation to join you in the living room if he wished. Just like day one, you were greeted with silence and a meal that vanished out of the hall just before you turned the corner.

On the fourth day, you couldn’t get Loki out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Was he lonely? Bored? Did he sleep the entire day? Did he even sleep at all? The rooms in the Compound were just about the same: spacious, yet minimal in decoration. Everyone got a TV and a small bookshelf in the corner, but that was about it. Judging by the fact that Tony and the rest of the Avengers weren’t allowing Loki to leave the Compound, you figured he probably didn’t have much for entertainment.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you dashed off to your beloved little bookstore in the city. You ransacked the shelves for anything you felt Loki would’ve liked, as well as books you adored and would’ve wholeheartedly recommended to anyone else. If Loki was going to spend all day in his room, he deserved to have new books to keep him company, at the very least.

Two hours later you returned home, your shoulder aching from the countless books that were weighing you down in the best way, and to your surprise you found Loki with his back to you in the kitchen.

Was he... doing the dishes for you?

You dropped your tote bag of books to the ground in surprise, and Loki flinched almost imperceptibly at the dull thud that echoed throughout the open space of the Compound.

“Hi,” You managed breathlessly as the god turned and looked at you with wide eyes for the briefest second. You blinked, and just like that Loki had regained his cool composure. “You’ve finally come out of your room.”

Loki opened his mouth to reply, his eyes scanning the room as he searched for an excuse. After a moment of silence, he sighed.

“Thank you for the meals. I appreciate it.”

You took off your coat and hung it on the chair as you approached him. Your heart sank ever so slightly as you caught Loki take the smallest step back.

“Of course, I mean... we all gotta eat right?” You laughed quietly and looked away as you ran a hand through your hair. “You don’t have to clean up, I can do that.”

“It was the least I could do in return.”

The silence that grew between the two of you seemed to amplify with every passing second. Loki nodded, almost out of resignation, and began to walk back to his room without a word.

Now was your chance, if you wanted to make him feel welcome like you had hoped to.

“Wait!” Your voice came out more as a squeak and you tried your best to ignore the fire that rose to your cheeks. “I, uh, I got these for you.”

As you bent down to retrieve your fallen bag of books, you heard quiet careful steps as Loki approached you cautiously. He kept his distance, but leaned a little closer to you as you began laying all the books out on the table for him to see.

“I picked out a few books I’ve read and love dearly. I figured you could give them a try. And... I, uh, saw you reading Shakespeare last week, so I thought you might like these two.” You gestured to the novels closest to him. “They’re Ancient Greek tragedies.”

You glanced at Loki, and noticed how he picked up Oedipus Rex and began flipping through the pages carefully, as if the book were to vanish from his hands at any moment.

“I’ve never read this one before,” Loki mused quietly. Your heart skipped a beat as his steady gaze moved to meet your eyes. “When would you like me to return these to you?”

You blinked in surprise. “They’re for you to keep.” You smiled. “I bought them for you.”

You watched as gratitude, then confusion, then what almost looked shame flash across Loki’s features. He almost seem to clutch the book tighter in his grip.

“...Why?”

You pulled out the chair that you were leaning against and sat down with a sigh as you looked up at Loki.

“I don’t like how everyone’s been treating you.” You admitted quietly.

“So this is out of pity?” Loki asked cooly, nodding at the books on the table with narrowed eyes.

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head rapidly. “No, Loki, that wasn’t my intention at all. I mean, I’ve only been here two weeks and I could see immediately that everyone keeps their distance from you. You’re not allowed on missions-”

“Neither are you.” Loki cut in. You dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

“Yeah, but I’m the weakest link at the moment. I don’t count.” You replied quickly, trying your best to ignore the intrigue on Loki’s face as he gazed at you. “I saw you last week, reading your book. You looked so lonely. I thought maybe you just wanted some space, but I’ve noticed how the others treat you. Tony and everyone else, they leave you out of everything! They don’t try to include you in conversations at dinner, you wear the same two pairs of clothes everyday because no one’s bothered to get you any decent clothes besides sweatpants. Hell, Tony kept me off this mission to babysit you and it makes me so mad! You’re an adult! You deserve your own freedom, Loki!”

You slammed your hand down on the table in frustration, and winced as your words replayed in your head. You definitely went overboard this time. You should’ve just given Loki the books and left.

You were certain Loki was going to retreat back to his room as he moved away from you and around the table, but to your surprise, he sat down in the chair across from you, his hands clasped carefully together.

“Perhaps Stark is right, this is what I deserve.” He said quietly, breaking the silence that resided between the two of you. “I haven’t exactly been... welcoming to anyone.”

You shook your head. “You lost Asgard, your family... Thor brought you here with the intention of this being your new home. The least everyone could is treat you like a person, not a hostage. This isn’t a prison. You deserve so much more than that.”

“They don’t want me around.” Loki said simply.

“I do.” You held his gaze unwaveringly, and reached out to place your hand gently over his. To your surprise, he didn’t pull away. “I want you around. You matter to me.”

Loki sighed, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief second as he took in your words.

“Thank you.” He spoke slowly. “Your words -- and your actions -- mean more than anything Stark or anyone else has done in the time I’ve been here.”

You smiled in response, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before pushing his books towards him.

“You’ve got plenty of things to do while you’re in your room now.” You grinned nodding towards the books on the table. Anyone else would’ve missed it, but you caught Loki return your smirk for a split second.

“I think I would prefer to read my books out here... with company.”

The following day was nothing like the others. To your surprise, Loki greeted you with a small smile from his spot on the couch as you trudged bleary-eyed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

“You look tired.” He remarked quietly as you began searching the cupboards for something to eat. You managed a shrug.

“I don’t sleep that great most nights.” You admitted. You heard Loki get up from the couch, setting his book down on the coffee table gently before approaching you. He still kept some distance -- the kitchen counter did a good job of separating the two of you -- but he leaned in, almost grateful to be in the presence of someone who truly saw him.

“Me neither.” Loki chuckled. “Thor sleeps like the dead, but I rarely sleep well. That’s how my love for books began, actually.”

“Me too!” You exclaimed excitedly. “I’d stay up reading till 1 or 2 AM some nights as a kid. I’d have to use a flashlight and hide under the covers so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.”

That earned a genuine laugh from Loki, whose smile suddenly began to look like sunshine in your eyes.

“I used magic to see in the dark, but hiding under the covers was the only way I could read at night without waking Thor up.”

“You shared a room with Thor?”

Loki nodded, scoffing a little. “My mother thought it would help reinforce our bond as brothers. A lot of good that did.”

You leaned in towards him, your posture mirroring his as you rested your arms against the kitchen counter.

“Thor still loves you.” You said quietly, a small smile touching your lips for a brief moment. Loki rolled his eyes.

“Sure he does.”

“No, really. He wouldn’t have brought you here to live with him if he didn’t. You guys got here before me of course, but I’m sure he had to pull a lot of strings to get Tony to agree to have you live in the Compound.”

There was that silence again, like the day before, settling down gently between the two of you. You lowered your gaze to your hands.

“Sorry. I meddle too much. I should stop.”

This time, it was Loki who placed his hands over yours gently.

“No,” he replied softly. “You speak your mind, I admire that. It shows you have strength.”

“I don’t always feel strong.” You admitted quietly.

“Only the foolish admit their own strength.” Loki whispered.

“...Does that mean Tony’s a fool?”

“Your words, not mine.”

A laugh bubbled up out of you at Loki’s words, and as your eyes met his, you noticed the loneliness you had seen before was gone.

In their place was the warmth of a thousand suns.

The two of you stood there, hands intertwined almost as if to keep the other afloat. Loki’s hands made yours seem small, but his were warm and soft and surprisingly gentle.

You closed you eyes, taking as much of this moment in as you could.

“I wish they’d let you outside.” You sighed quietly. “There’s so many shops and restaurants I think you’d like. You’d love Central Park, too.”

Loki frowned. “When is everyone due back?”

“In two days. Why?”

You got a smirk in response. “Let’s go now.”

You let out a surprised laugh at Loki’s suggestion. It thrilled you to see this side of him.

“We can’t! Tony’s got cameras around the building, he’ll see us if we leave.”

Butterflies filled your insides for a brief moment as Loki suddenly winked at you. He raised his hand, which had begun to glow with a green hue, before snapping his fingers. Green sparks flashed briefly from the windows as he did so.

“I believe Stark will be needing to replace his cameras once everyone returns. Where do you suggest we go first?”

#loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki hc #loki headcanon #the avengers #tony stark #platonic #loki x gender neutral reader #loki oneshot #marvel imagine #mcu loki #the avengers imagine #thor ragnarok

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yui-kuromori · 3 years

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Mafia AU aesthetics

Based on this AU I wrote.

Because Hatter is extra like that, he likes to keep a very specific wonderland aesthetic for his group, and works hard to keep it while fitting their own personal tastes.

Danma Takeru – Mad Hatter - Hatter goes all out. He has this colorful, patchwork trench coat he wears all the time and multiple color lenses sunglasses he changes every day. From time to time he’ll wear an actual top hat. He sometimes uses temporary hair dye to get some colorful streaks. When he does have to wear formal clothing, it’s a brightly colored suit. The only other outfit he owns are psychedelic boxers and silk robes. It’s not unusual to see him walking around half naked in the gang’s hideout. He has typical yakuza tattoos mixed with bright, watercolor abstract tattoos from his arms, to his shoulders to his chest. Every member has a specific piece of jewelry and his is his “boss” ring.

Aguni Morizono – Bandersnatch - Listen. Aguni doesn’t like to dress up. He owns five black tank tops he wears in rotation, no matter the weather. He does have the Bandersnatch tattooed on his left shoulder blade. He will sometimes wear fuzzy socks that imitate the beast’s pattern. He also has an apron with it printed on him, that has mysterious stains that no one has the guts to question. His custom piece of jewelry his a thin chain with a claw charm that he wears under his shirt.

Chishiya Shuntaro – Cheshire - Chishiya is surprisingly open to Hatter’s antics. Because his work is mostly going undercover, he can’t have anything that’s too flashy. He has Cheshire Cat smiles embroidered on the edges of all his hoodies. He has very minimal, single line tattoos behind his ears, and Niragi’s been talking him into getting his neck covered. I feel like he’d have custom stamped sneakers and a cat eared hoodie. Smudgy eyeliner, always. His jewelry is a simple hoop earring with a smile engraved on it.

Kuina Hikari – Caterpillar or Absolem - Kuina is a fashion queen. She takes one look at the movie’s caterpillar and goes with the blue color pallet for most of her outfits. Butterflies, butterflies everywhere, in her tops, in her bras, even in her makeup, with butterfly shaped glitter around her eyes. She has a puffy jacket that imitates the caterpillar’s body. She has butterflies tattooed on her upper arm and shoulder and the trans flag on her ankle. Her piece of jewelry is a cocoon shaped charm that she hangs on her hair.

Niragi Suguru – March Hare - This man’s fashion sense is a mess, crazy shirts, colors and tight pants. His guns are all engraved with hares and hare ears. He has this blood red coat inspired by the animated movie that Hatter gave him. He has patchwork tattoos all over his body. His piece of jewelry is surprisingly simple, his tongue piercing that Aguni did when he first joined the gang. That’s why he’s always so proud to show it.

Samura Takatora (Last Boss) – Jabberwocky - Scales, scales everywhere. On the hilt of his sword, on the leather of his vest, on the soles of his shoes. His tattoos are very obvious, so when he’s on civilian duty, he actually has to cover them up with makeup. He looks so different that he can easily slip by police. His piece of jewelry is a dragon shaped ear cuff.

Ann Rizuna – White Queen - Pristine white suits and shirts and blood red lips. Her iconic white lab coat gave her her codename. Her sunglasses have little crowns on the frames. She has the human skeleton tattooed from her shoulders, across her chest and stomach to her hips. Her scalpels and tools are all engraved with icons representing the other members and she’s named them after them (a small sharp one named Arisu, a loud bone saw named Last boss). Her piece of jewelry is actually her sunglasses, that are way more expensive than anyone would guess.

Kodai Tatta – Dormouse or Arganaz - His cap has little a little mouse embroidered on the flap and he’ll often wear a loose purple bow tie around his neck. He has mouse keychains and teacups painted on his sneakers and coats. He wears a lot of jeans and T-shirts and he lets Hatter and Arisu paint whatever they want on them. He has a needle thin small knife he barely uses, that is covered in Ann’s special brand of poison. His tattoos are small and scattered. Spirited away smooth spirits on his wrist, starts behind his ears. His piece of jewelry is a small Dormouse ring he wears on his pinky finger.

Usagi Yuzuha – White Rabbit - She has rabbits everywhere! Surprisingly cutesy stuff too! On her peach hoodie, on her tank tops and gym shorts. She has a soft pink bunny stamped baseball bat that definitely became red once or twice. Hatter tried to get her to wear bunny ears, but failed after one glare from her. Kuina does her nails every week, and it’s their cute little moment. She gets sparkly sailor moon inspired stuff. She has cherry blossoms tattooed on her back and a letter from her father on her forearm. She also has a quote from Alice in Wonderland on her wrist that matches Arisu’s. Her piece of jewelry are customized brass knuckles Aguni got her and a pocket watch from hatter.

Arisu Ryohei - Alice - Pastel blues, white and red. A lot of trump card inspired accessories. He wears a lot of T-shirts and he has graphic stamps for every character from the books. His computer has Alice’s silhouette on the back of it. He’s got a pastel blue hoodie that he may have or may have not stolen from Chishiya. He has flowers tattooed covering up his top surgery scars, a minimal homage to “Pong” (first videogame ever) in one ankle, and a small wolf on the other (Shibuki, Karube and Chouta all have sheep. It’s an inside joke no one ever figured out), and an Alice in wonderland quote that matches Usagi’s. His piece of jewelry is a bracelet with the trump suits charms.

Extra: sometimes, when he’s working, he’ll get into the zone and not notice what’s around him, and Kuina will jokingly put Usagi’s bunny ears on him. He’ll just spend hours working and walking around with them on, not understanding the weird looks he’s getting.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Killer Inside

Pairing | Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary | As HYDRA’s weapon, Bucky Barnes has always felt used, but he was not the only Winter Soldier that felt this way. They look to one another for closure and comfort, only to lose it all once their brains go back in the blender.

Warnings | SMUT, unprotected sex, denied orgasm, angst, death, murder, a concussion, mention of abuse

Requested ✖️

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Soldat closed the door behind himself, the blood on his hands a normality for the pair of you. The scientist tilted your head once more, Bucky as you knew him frowning at the action.“What are you doing?” One thing that he had not been taught was to ask the handlers questions, but a part of him, deep down in his cold exterior was warm.

It was as thought the ice of his winter exterior was refrained by a crack; a singular flaw that set him apart from the newer soldiers that had been introduced within the gloomy base. There were a whole bunch of them, though, they seemed to prefer the originals, you and him. The majority of the time, neither one of you paid your dues to resist orders, or lash out at the surrounding agents.

At least, not in the same way as the newer breed. Though, they were much larger in mass, and had far more strength behind their pushes, which was evidential, considering the bruise that swallowed up the side of your face.

And the soldat cared, as little as he did, of was made to, he still valued you. The pair of you had experienced so much harm together, endured the needles that sled through the skin in a harmony, it had to have meant something. Whether that be because of your shared traumas, or the fact you were the same, it was not nothing. The image of the world’s most efficient assassins gave him something to hold onto.

It made him feel strong, even against the new batch of winter soldiers that had been introduced. They were out of control, disobeying the instructions that were imbedded in their heads. The two of you, though strong were so meek and small in comparison to the newcomers, they would toss you around like rag dolls, seeing you as nothing more than the enemy, when in reality, you were victims all the same.

“She’s got a concussion.” The scientist speculated, releasing his grip on you chin as you tried and failed to focus on the words that were fleeing from his mouth. It appeared that you were dazed, blown out of your body mentally from the nasty hit that you had taken whilst following your own orders. It involved protecting the scientists from the small and capable of army, and it was quite evident that you had endured a run in with them personally.

“Bucky.” You weren’t sure what the name meant, but it fell from your lips, a frown contorting your face as it was the only thing that made any sense, yet none at the same time. Or at least, you guessed that it was the labelling of a person, it felt like such as it vividly rolled from your tongue, and invaded the air.

There was a tenseness within the room after you spoke it, as though it were a forbidden hymn. And it probably was, from the dissolved way that you were eyes, as though you were revealing that you had gone through time, and time travelled, which you had, thanks to the concept of cryo.

The man examining you froze, and the soldat realised that you had struck some kind of nerve within your superior. It appeared that it was a word that you were forbade from uttering, one was both familiar and foriegn on your tongue.“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asked, but he had to learn, he was not in the placement, nor did he have the status to ask questions.

The person clothed in the white lab coat reached for a device that he used to communicate, and spoke into it. “They need to be wiped again.” At that, Bucky tilted his head, glaring at the man that had suggested that your memories been erased; the action had happened far too many times.

Yet this time, the winter soldier resisted the prospect, reaching out with his metal hand, and grasping onto the wired strands emitting from the doctor’s head. With the grip that he had obtained, the soldat pulled his neck back, only to push it forwards as he slammed his face into the corner of the desk, over and over again.

The sight had no immediate affect on you, instead you coldly viewed the uninstructed command that the soldier carried out, feeling nothing towards the blood that dropped upon the floor. Bucky knew that his time was limited, that name, which he assumed to be his own, and if those soldiers that were experiencing the whims of their ability could lose control, he sure as hell could too.

He needed to break free, so that he remembered who he truly was. Here, he was nothing more than a prime asset, and now, he released his grip on the man whose name he couldn’t remember, and allowed his body to drop from the chair lewdly to the concrete floor, a harsh thud clear as his lifeless body collapsed.

“Bucky?” You spoke again, this time in question, as you squinted at your well renowned comrade, and the way that you said it, Bucky was almost certain that the name belonged to him. For a long time, he had not even thought of what his real name may have been, all the executives of this organisation had names, and yet, he was stuck with the noun of ‘soldier’, as were you.

The metal armed knew that he was on the clock, the currently dead man had called in for an order to be carried out, the others would be here soon to carry out his firm request. And then, all would be blank once more, clean from any of this, the reminder of who he was gone in a split second. And that meant that you wouldn’t remember you either, and that the foundations of companionship that you had founded, would need to begin all over again.

As you remained confused, sitting upon the examination table with little clue that was going on around you, Bucky tenderly grasped your chin, watching as your eyes fluttered with contentment. He couldn’t keep up his resilience any longer, instead, pulling your face gently closer, and locking his lips wit yours.

It almost felt like a first kiss, it was messy, and there was a lot of overlapping. His hands raked down your sides, feeling the metal grid that kept your ribs upright, after the thing that lead you here happened. HYDRA had admittedly ruined the life you had once had, yet, now, against your non existent will, you were being treated like an abused dog. They had stolen you from the possible peaceful death and trained you to be nothing short of a killer.

Grasping onto the volume to the back of Bucky’s tactical gear, despite feeling slightly wavy in the head. You understood, the same as he did, that this would be the last piece of freedom that you would have the chance of seeing, under any context. This would also not be the first instance that you remembered giving into your carnal hunger for each other, but for some abrupt reason, it felt like the last.

It was an inevitable end, one that you were being sentenced to without so much as an argument from your side. There was no point in fighting back, for it always ended the same way, with your minds spun in that hellbent contraption, coming out as nothing more than an obedient slave, until the act had to be repeated. The cycle was never ending, there was no way out from the toxic lifestyle, it was what it was.

And thus, Bucky preached the bottoms off your legs, caring not about if he tore them, as he let them hang around the middle of your thighs. He stood closer between the section, doing some shuffling himself to relieve his hard cock from its strict confines, feeling a fluttering of pride swell in his chest as you looked down at his aroused appendage, and licked your lips.

The detail that there wasn’t enough room for foreplay within the gap of time that you were gifted was well apparent. You wanted nothing more than to come undone beneath the soldier in every single way that your body ceremoniously ached for, however, there just was not enough moments to spare, and instead, nothing more than penetration was offered on the table.

Wrapping his hand around his precum leaking cock, he stroked it a couple times whilst it was in his grip, before rubbing the desperate head around your exposed pussy. He could feel how wet you had become in such a short amount of minutes, and that factor seemed to do nothing more than fuel him further. And so, without a second though, he pushed into your entrance, giving you no time to adjust as his hips clashed with yours in colliding thrusts.

Animalistic and loud grunts escaped the soldier, for once, he was able to voice his pleasure, it wasn’t in the secrecy of the corner of the shower as he took you from behind, or in one of your bunks during the dead of night. He didn’t have to avoid being caught, because they were definitely on their way here anyways.

You didn’t hold back your noises either, gasping into Bucky’s open mouth as he rutted against you, causing a prominent squelching of your combined essences to fill the air. Not only was that prominent, but the room now reeked of sex, the hormones rolling off the starved pair of you in euphoric waves. His metal hand reached down, rolling your clit between his cold fingers, causing you to screech the name Bucky out into the air, loud enough for everyone within the compound to here.

“Cum y/n.” At that, the pair of you froze, staring into one another’s eyes as you took in the detail, prolonging the peak of your orgasm. It was undeniable, that was your name that he had just spoken in a breathy matrimony. The bar caused shock in both of you, but was quickly replaced as soldiers entered through the door.

Bucky couldn’t help himself, at their presence, he began to wildly thrust inside of you, trying to reach your edges before the pair of you were removed from each other’s lustful union. As one tried to peel him off you from the shoulder, he raised his hand to hit them from where he couldn’t see, and continued his administrations. He needed to empty inside of you, and complete this own personal mission of his.

You clung to him, trying to hide yet be stuck in his embrace, well aware of the men that were trying to separate the pair of you. The sounds of his skin upon yours, and his balls slapping against you reverberated around the room, only aiding you to come closer to your orgasm. “Bucky.” You moaned, almost reaching your climax, yet it was stolen from you, as a needle was injected in the back of Bucky’s neck, causing him to wobble for a moment, until he fell out of you, his dick flopping in the open from his forced exit.

You cowered at the sight, your walls clenching around nothing as you felt the emptiness. Though, there was not only an emptiness inside you, but there was one gleaming behind your eyes as you watched them hold the super soldier up, and drag him out of the room, not even having the decency to tuck him back inside of his trousers.

It was well assumed that you would be granted a similar treatment, and so, you did not fight as the dismissing injection was moved towards your pricked skin, welcoming the darkness that would accompany the side affects, but not the name that you would lose once they put you in that grand metal chair, and erased the slate of your mind for the unknown anniversary number.

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naralanis · 3 years

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little bumps in the road (pt. 8)

Previously on LBitR

“For the record, I still say Disney World would have been far safer than this insanity.”

Lena does her best to ignore Kara’s muttering. While this may be one of the more insane schemes she has ever concocted in her life, the truth of the matter is that she would have never, ever suggested it if she didn’t honestly think they could pull it off.

“Maybe,” she concedes, squinting at the drugstore compact sitting on the nightstand as she readjusts the wig. “But it certainly wouldn’t be as productive.”

She turns to Kara, who’s still frowning, and fluffs the strawberry blonde locks cascading from her own head. Maybe she should just bleach her hair and be done with it.

“So, what do you think?”

Kara’s frown deepens considerably. “You still look like you, Lena. I’m not sure about this.”

“Wait, hold on; I’m missing a crucial piece,” Lena retorts, reaching for a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses sitting on the nightstand. “Ta-da,” she says flatly, pulling them on. “Unrecognizable, I’m basically a different person.”

Kara pulls a face, and Lena mentally kicks herself, rushing to pull the frames off.

“Kara, I didn’t mean...”

The blonde raises a hand, stopping her in her tracks. “I know,” she says, though she does so through clenched teeth. “I still think this is a monumentally bad idea. Explain to me why I can’t go with you.”

Lena sighs. “Because you’re supposed to be dead, Kara--it’s far less risky if I go in alone. Even if I get caught, you remain a secret. Plus-- I know the building. I used to own it, once upon a different Earth, remember?”

Kara crosses her arms over her chest, looking entirely unconvinced. “I still think we should wait for Alex. She’s going to respond soon, Lena, I know it.”

“Maybe she will, maybe she won’t. Call her again tomorrow,” she says, as evenly as she can. “But I’m doing this, Kara. I can’t just stand by while you go without powers for another day--who knows when Alex will actually be able to help? I need to do this.”

Kara stares, pensively and worriedly, not saying a word for a long time. She looks at the wig Lena’s wearing, at the outfit they bought a few towns over to make her look like some intern--button-down, dark jeans, oxfords, at the medical supplies they’ll use to take a sample of her blood and transport it to LuthorCorp tomorrow. Her gaze lingers on the glasses Lena’s still holding, and she releases a sigh, sounding more than defeated--she sounds afraid.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” she waves a hand over the considerable space between them, seemingly at a loss. “There’s nothing to... atone for, or whatever.”

Lena smiles, knowing it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“We’ll have to agree to disagree there.”

Kara looks anguished, seems to be grinding the gears in her head, like she knows that at this point she’s just grasping at straws.

“Is it too late to find a vet lab somewhere?” she tries, with no conviction behind her tone.

“No, but LuthorCorp will have the equipment for much faster, and more accurate results. I can do this, Kara. I promise.”

Kara visibly deflates, and Lena knows the matter will be dropped, just like that. “Fine. I concede. I’m never talking you out of this, am I?”

Lena feels her smile twitch a little, but she reaches over the gulf between them, putting the glasses back on the nightstand.

“No, darling, I’m afraid not.”

Kara’s responding sigh seems to echo in the motel room; it lingers in the air, heavy with a fear Lena knows she’ll try to brush off.

“Alright, fine. Now please take off that wig--you as a blonde is freaking me out.”

Breaking into LuthorCorp is quite simple, in a manner of speaking: all one needs to make it through the main doors is a swipe card. If she had the necessary materials, Lena could easily clone one with her eyes closed, but as it is, she needs to acquire one from an actual employee.

That is easily accomplished; Kara, decked out as tourist (complete with a neon-orange fanny-pack of her choosing), distracts a low-level minion having his lunch break on the public plaza right across the street from the main building, and Lena just walks right past them, disguise in place. His entry card and lab-coat are in her hands in less than a second, and in the other, she’s already crossing the street.

With any luck, Lena will be in and out of the building before the card is ever reported missing.

The problem, however, lies in getting into a laboratory. Any of the more equipped labs, those working on secretive (and likely illegal) projects, would lie behind layers and layers of security Lena has neither the time nor the tools at present to even try to break.

To their luck, Lena doesn’t actually need to try to sneak into any high-clearance labs--all she needs is a solid thirty minutes with a mass spectrometer of her own design; a handy not-so-little piece of machinery that had become standard in all L-Corp labs in their previous Earth, and, because Lex cannot resist stealing a good idea, LuthorCorp.

Still, even to access a simple, run-of-the-mill lab at LuthorCorp, Lena needs to go through biometric sensors--retina scanners, to be precise.

And maybe, just maybe, Lena had neglected to mention that little detail to Kara when they discussed the plan for the umpteenth time that morning while she methodically took a sample of Kara’s blood, but that’s neither here nor there.

Once she’s through the main doors-- Kryptonian blood sample packed into a Thermos full of ice in her purse (I am amazed and disturbed at how easily you were able to get medical supplies like these, Lena, seriously), it’s easy enough to make her way through the elevators, carrying a stack of papers to look the part of an intern--no one even bats an eye.

The cameras on the third floor are exactly where Lena had expected them to be, so she walks down the corridor to where she knows is a supply closet, and swipes in with no problem. The layout of the building really had not changed at all since she last worked there, even if that had happened on a literal other reality.

Once she’s in, Lena only has to wait. She counts the seconds in her head in French, both to keep track of time, but also to calm her racing heartbeat, because this--this is the biggest gamble of her plan.

Since she obviously does not have a way to bypass the biometric scanners, Lena’s only option is to get someone to do it for her.

She lies in wait in the supply closet for about two and a half minutes, and then she hears it: the sound of footsteps, two sets of them, and idle conversation, coming down the corridor directly her way. Lena takes a deep breath, counts the steps as they approach--she only has one chance to do this right.

When the steps are right in front of the closet, she swings open the door with force.

“Ow!”

The hit is a good one--whoever’s on the other side blocks her from opening the door all the way with dull impact, and her papers go scattering all over the place.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Are--are you OK, did the door hit you?”

Lena’s holding a hand over her right eye, moaning and doubled-over in mock pain as two young men--both looking to be interns-- look her over with concern. One of them is already on the floor, gathering her papers.

“Ow, no, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have opened the door like that--oww” she cries, maybe a little too dramatically. One of the interns, tall and lanky, steadies her as she fake-wobbles on her feet.

“Ouch, did you hit your head? Let me take a look at your eye, take your hand---yikes!”

Lena removes her palm, previously dusted with the finest blush powder she could find at the drugstore yesterday, and makes a big show of blinking away her tears. The make-up gives her an instant shiner, and the fine powder has the added benefit of irritating the shit out of her eye--so the swelling and the tears are 100% real.

“I’m fine, really, thank you,” she says, waving them off and taking the sheets the other intern dutifully picked up. “I’m so sorry, I was in such a hurry--are you guys OK?”

“Better than you,” the first one, laughs, though he still looks concerned. “Are you sure you’re OK? Your eye looks pretty bad, do you want to go to the infirmary or something?”

“No, no, it’s fine -- I just got to run some stuff, then I’ll get some ice. I’m fine, really,” Lena waves them off politely, touching the skin around her supposedly injured eye.

The two men exchanged a worried glance, but the first shrugs his shoulders. “OK then, take care. Sorry again.”

“No worries,” she laughs, a little too high, but she’s so close, so so close... “I’m just a klutz--my fault, totally.”

She’s already walking away towards a lab, one she had checked during her walk from the elevator to the supply closet. The interns linger by the closet door for a moment, before slowly making their way to the elevator, still sending worried glances her way.

Lena swipes the stolen card, and immediately the panel by the side opens up, revealing the retina scanner and prompting her to scan her credentials. She leans towards the scanner, and the red light makes her blink; the machine buzzes and flashes red, and a robotic voice filters through the side-speakers.

Unable to scan. Please try again.

Lena huffs, audibly--she hears the interns’ steps pause someway down the corridor. She stomps her foot, and leans over the scanner again. It buzzes.

Unable to scan. Please try again.

“Shoot! You’ve gotta be kidding me right now!”

The steps grow closer, and for a moment Lena’s a bit worried she may be overselling her frustration, but before she can try scanning her retinas again, the tall and lanky intern is by her side.

“Did you try your left eye? Seems to be in better condition,” he jokes--his smile is genuine and friendly, but Lena puts on an impressive grimace of alarm.

“I never registered it,” she bemoans, feigning panic. “God, I meant to, but then it was just one of those things--oh my god, my boss is going to kill me--”

“Hey, relax,” he quips, raising a hand to stop what was going to be a rather dramatic tirade. He smiles, and swipes his card at the door, leaning over the panel and scanning his own eye.

Scan complete. The voice drones. Access granted; Montgomery, Jason.

The panel lights up in green, and the door unlocks with an audible hiss. Lena lets out a little squeak of delight that is barely faked--she can’t believe it worked.

“Oh my god, thank you, you’re a saint!”

She pushes the door open, but is barely a foot inside when an arm blocks her entry--she almost screams, body frozen in sheer terror as she turns to look at the intern the door panel just identified as Jason.

He’s smiling broadly. “Say, I’m sorry about your eye. Can I make it up to you over some coffee, later?”

Lena can barely contain her sigh of relief, but she puts on her sweetest smile and bats her eyelashes (though she’s not sure how good the effect is with the eye that is actually stinging quite painfully--what the hell was in that powder??). “I think you just did, Jason.”

His blush would have been cute, if Lena had not been on a very tight schedule. “Oh, I insist. When does your shift end...?”

It takes Lena a second to register he’s waiting for her name; she slowly maneuvers under his arm, dragging her fingers over the sleeve of his labcoat--she can practically feel the poor guy’s shiver as she leans in closer.

“Liz,” she whispers, close to his year. “And my shift ends at seven. The café across the street alright with you?”

He visibly swallows. “Yes, ma’am. See you there, Liz.”

Lena gives him a wink--with her good eye-- as he steps away. As soon as the door clicks shut again, she exhales with relief, leaning against it so she doesn’t just fall to the floor. Her knees are trembling.

She knew she could pull it off, but she also cannot believe she did.

With no time to waste, Lena practically bolts to the nearest spectrometer, quickly uncapping the Thermos with Kara’s blood sample and getting to work. It’s almost refreshing to be in a lab again, even under these circumstances, after weeks on the road. There is an innate sense of calm that falls over her when she’s working like this, like this is her element.

Like this is where she is meant to be.

The spectrometer whirs to life with Kara’s sample--Lena only needs twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes with it. She is tempted to stay for as long as she possibly can--there is so much equipment here that would be helpful... if only she brought a bigger purse, maybe she could have stolen some without detection, since there are no cameras in the labs.

The screen begins to break down the analysis, and Lena’s barely seeing it; she’s copying everything by hand onto a notebook--once the machine is done, she will make its history unrecoverable, and she doesn’t want to print anything through LuthorCorp printers.

Lena works quickly, annotating in her shorthand and trying to work as fast as the machine gives her results. She is barely processing what she sees; there will be time to read and figure everything out later, but now, she needs all the information she can cram into this little notebook.

She can feel her own eyes widening at some of the results, has to check them twice before writing them down--her pen furiously scratches across the paper, but her brain is already elsewhere, trying to reverse engineer the method of synthesizing what she’s seeing in Kara’s blood, trying to figure out ways to get it out of her system, trying to...

The spectrometer slows down and stops--the bar on the screen reads analysis complete. Lena releases a sigh of relief, hand cramping as she writes.

And then there’s the click of a gun right behind her.

“Fancy seeing you here, Lena.”

Lena shuts her eyes--the right one still throbbing, and raises her hands, still clutching the notebook as she slowly and deliberately turns around. She never even heard the door hissing open. She opens her eyes to meet a flinty, furious glare.

“Hello, Alex.”

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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jimlingss · 3 years

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hi Kina! may I make a request for a sort of sci-fi au? yn dies but when she opens her eyes, some unfamiliar yet familiar dude takes off his vr goggles and goes “hEy hOw wAs iT?” maybe Joon? or JK? I don’t really mind

↳ Awaken Again

2k || 50% Fluff, 50% Angst || Kim Namjoon

You die with some regrets.

But mostly without. It was a rather unremarkable, mundane life but a happy one where you feel general satisfaction for the choices and decisions you made. Above all, you feel tired. Oh so tired. You’re ready to sleep for a long while. Perhaps forever.

So you surrender to the darkness. Not sure what’s next.

……………………

Suddenly, there’s a burst of light.

It floods your vision, stirring your senses, and a comfortable weight around your head that you didn’t know was there is lifted. A gasp is stolen from your lips, filling your lungs and you realize you’re alive again. It’s hard to see, for your vision to adjust as your lashes flutter, and you squint.

But it eventually does adjust and you see again. Namely, you discover a certain man with sparkling irises and a dimpled smile in front of you.

“Hey.” His voice is deep, soft. It ignites an emotion stowed deep in your heart. “How was it?”

Your mouth draws open and your feeble voice croaks out, “Namjoon?”

His smile fades as he searches your expression and you fall out of the chair, frantically grabbing onto the sleeves of his white lab coat. You pull him into a hug and cry out, “Oh my god, Namjoon!”

He’s stiff against your body, not returning your embrace, but you don’t pay any mind. You’re too overwhelmed from seeing him again. “Is-Is this heaven?” you ask while shutting your eyes and savouring the moment.

“What? No.” He looks over his shoulder and you don’t know where to.

You pull away but keep him in your reach, your hands curled into his clothes. “But if this isn’t heaven, then how is this possible?”

Namjoon’s hands wrap around your shoulders and he takes a step back, lowering his height slightly to have his eyes connect to yours. “Y/N, do you know where you are?”

“What?”

“You’ve woken up to reality,” he enunciates gingerly and carefully. “You were just in a VR simulation for the past few years. We’ve been watching you.”

You don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense.

He’s scaring you. “What are you talking about? What’s going on, Joon?”

Namjoon leans back and looks towards the glass window. “Subject two has no recollection of past memories and no grasp of reality,” he deadpans in a monotone. “Will need monitoring for further investigation of potential symptoms and ramifications of simulation 230616.”

He turns back to you, a large distance kept between your bodies. As if you were strangers to each other. He merely says, “Everything will be okay.”

It does little to reassure you. And the Namjoon that you’re familiar with is nothing but reassuring.

Instead of dying, instead of surrendering to the darkness, you’ve been placed in a room with stark white floors, walls, a bed and a tinted window. Fluorescent lights burn your lids and you feel frightened, but it’s coming back to you. Slowly.

You cradle yourself, murmuring, “I am Y/N L/N.”

They said you were placed in a simulation. “I am twenty eight.” The ninety years you lived wasn’t real.

“I am a software engineer and scientist at Realtion.”

You recall some parts as if they were distant memories of your childhood. Blurred. Faint. But even then, they’re merely fragments of a whole mirror, puzzles of a much larger piece. You remember being excited after you were picked to be one of the first to test the simulation. You remember getting into the chair, remembering placing the headset over your head and covering your eyes. You remember the countdown of a smooth, dulcet voice — the same one that had greeted you when it was all over.

The door opens and you jolt.

The person that enters is the same one you’ve been thinking about.

Namjoon ducks his head to get in. “I don’t know why they make these goddamn doors so small.”

You smile unintentionally. But it’s easy to relax when it’s him.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” he says.

“Interrupting what? I’m being monitored like a lab rat. There’s nothing for you to interrupt.” To prove your point, you open your arms to your surroundings. It’s pretty obvious what they think about you considering the walls and floor are plush. This isn’t any different from a padded cell save for the few furniture pieces.

Namjoon shuts the door and gives you an incredulous expression. “Don’t be like that. They’re just worried.”

“Of my psychological state? Yeah.” You lean against the wall, seated on your bed. “Might be normal though considering I thought that simulation was my reality and I barely remember anything of my actual reality.”

He snorts. “The simulation has a few kinks, but we can iron it out. It might be a bit too immersive.”

You deadpan, “You think?”

Namjoon grins and takes a seat on the uncomfortable white chair by the desk. “It’s good to see you returning to yourself. Everyone’s missed you, Y/N.”

You hum a low note, looking away.

It’s hard to cope and you’re still traumatizing on multiple levels, but that doesn’t mean your entire personality will suddenly up and vanish. If anything, you know you’re being rather snippy towards everyone — that you’re taking out your anger on them even though it’s unwarranted. It’s not like they were the ones who forced you to step into the simulation. It’s not like they knew this would happen.

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t upset.

Everything you lived for, everything you loved, your entire life — it’s been a lie. A virtual reality.

“Why are you here?” you ask after the silence is prolonged.

“I just wanted to check up on you.”

You pause. “How many.”

“How many…?”

You look back at him, gaze meeting his. “How many people were watching?”

Namjoon hesitates, but he answers you. “Just three. Me, Jimin and Hoseok.”

A scoff emits from your throat and you roll your eyes. You can’t believe all of the private moments in your life were being observed and recorded by others the entire time. You really were a lab rat and you still are.

“It’s confidential, Y/N,” Namjoon says. “You know that. Nothing unnecessary will be written in the final report.”

“It’s still intrusive,” you spit and soften, knees pressed against your chest as if physically curling into yourself is all the protection you have left. “It’s just….it’s just hard to cope with.”

“I know,” he murmurs gently.

“I don’t think you do,” you bite back. “I lived this entire life, this full life and to know everything was just a figment of my imagination, that nothing was real, that we—” You interrupt yourself. “Never mind.”

You know if you get too upset and your blood pressure spikes, a whole team might run in. Or maybe they already know Namjoon’s in here with you.

“You don’t need to worry about it,” he pipes up, reassuring but in the moment you want it least. “The world you were in, it was constructed by your subconscious. You couldn’t control it. And relationships are built on the people who are close to you.”

There’s a moment of quiet. You hope he doesn’t say it, but he does—

“So it’s only natural that we ended up married and with kids and all that.”

You scoff.

There’s an array of emotions that overwhelm you. Hurt that Namjoon could brush off sixty years of your marriage like that and what was so entirely real to you. Mortified that others saw how your subconscious built an intimate relationship with a colleague of yours. Confused at what you feel, how you yearn for the man across the room who you once called your dear husband— but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

So these feelings aren’t real.

Right?

“If it’s only natural, then how come we’re not together in this ‘reality’.” It’s a bold question, but there’s no point in reserving yourself. You’ve already lived ninety years, so you know what kind of regrets are born in the face of hesitation and miscommunication. Confrontation is easy after so much experience. “You saw everything, didn’t you? You watched it all?”

Namjoon is quiet. “I did.”

“Then what do you think?”

You want to ask him how he felt about it. If he viewed that life with cold eyes and an impassive mind or if he possibly felt something, even as a bystander.

“Was our relationship really just a wild part of my subconscious, Namjoon?”

The hurt you feel burrows deeper when he turns away from you in an extended silence. Your lips part, about to tell him to go away, so you don’t confuse the simulation with reality. But he beats you to the punch—

“It was my fault,” Namjoon murmurs and your head whips up to him. Your gazes connect. “That night before you were going into the simulation, I said something I shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?”

“I….I knew you were going into the simulation for two years, so I thought I’d take my chance and if the outcome was bad, I would’ve been gone by then. I was an idiot. I didn’t know this would happen, that it would affect your subconscious so much.”

You slide off your bed, brows furrowed. “What did you say to me?”

Silence.

You come closer to him, raising your voice— “What did you tell me, Namjoon?!”

“I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” Namjoon’s eyes are darkened with regret, burning with embarrassment and shame. “We went out for drinks and I drank too much and I told you that if you wanted me to, I would wait for you. Until this was done.” He pulls a hand through the blonde strands of his hair, and he gets up from his spot. “There’s no point. You don’t remember it.”

But you grab him before he leaves, clutching the sleeve of his white lab coat. “What did I say?”

Desperation aches deep within you. A curiosity that eats at your brain.

Namjoon looks back at you and relays the memories you don’t have. “You said I shouldn’t wait for you, but if things don’t change and the timing is right, you’ll give your answer when you get back.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Namjoon searches your expression. It’s an intimate moment without interruption where you don’t care who might be watching or if there’s someone on the other side of the window. It feels like there’s just you and Namjoon. All that really matters.

Yet he forces you to let go of him. “I don’t want you to get confused with the simulation and reality.”

“Does it matter if it was real or not? What I feel is real. What I feel for you is real,” you spit as your annoyance surges. “Everyone keeps telling me what’s real or fake but no one wants to acknowledge that my experiences were real to me! Isn’t that the point of the simulation?!”

Namjoon’s eyes have widened. Your breathing is ragged, chest falling and rising. “I spent sixty years with you, Namjoon! We grew old together. And do you know what my first thought was when I saw you again?” You laugh bitterly. “‘Thank god he’s here, I can be with him again’.”

There are tears in your eye, welling up and blurring your vision.

Namjoon doesn’t utter a single word. He doesn’t make any excuses, any rebuttals, and doesn’t argue. He stops invalidating what you feel and instead closes the distance and embraces you.

His arms wrap around your shoulders and you lean into him, savouring it and shutting your eyes.

You know Namjoon’s worries have merit to it, that the others will think the same as he does. They’ll think you’re confusing the simulation with reality, that your ability to differentiate has weakened, that your feelings were manifested and nurtured by the simulation. They’ll think this isn’t real.

But time will tell.

You’ve already stood the test of time with Namjoon once. You have a feeling, a second time won’t be difficult.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #namjoon fanfic #namjoon scenario #bts sci-fi #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #verryy interesting concept anon #thanks for sending it in #jimlingss #Anonymous

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