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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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hi i got a request lol this is like my first time asking so i’m embarrassed☠️ but i was wondering if you could write something with a Spider-Man!anti-hero!reader and he’s in some fight with Red Hood, but they’re fighting near another fight where poison ivy’s fighting off some cops cuz she’s trynna escape from arkham and some of her aphrodisiacs/pheromone power from the plants get too close to where reader and red r fighting so they get intoxicated with it and yknow..also leading to some hate fucking. also with the added spinnerrette kink(that was RLLY embarrassing to write i’m so sorry if that sounds like a lot😭) but tysm !!

No need to feel embarrassed, I'm not judging. We are all friends here. I also got your elaboration so I will include that kink. Alright, lets get to writing!

Summary: Jason and (Y/N) are at each others throats. Ivy escapes and sex pheromones get in the air. Jason and (Y/N) fuck.

Warnings: hate sex, sex pheromones, top Jason, bottom reader, violence, Ivy escaping, cursing, again SMUT, I don't know if I wrote hate sex... The author is tired.

Also, this is such a good gif... Holy shit..., Also, (C/D) = code name

When (C/N) came onto Gotham scene, Jason was the first one to go after him. There was something about (C/D) that Jason hated and Bruce always tried to make sure that any type of confrontation between is made to be bare minimum. Also, Jason didn't like the fact that he was a Spiderman and not as funny as the OG one.

One particular night changed everything between Red Hood and (C/N). Gotham was in complete chaos because the big names in Gotham decided to make chaos and make their lives living hell. That night it was each man for himself.

Jason was tasked to stop Poison Ivy from breaking out of the prison, but he was distracted by seeing (C/N). All of a sudden, he saw red and started running towards (C/N). He took his gun out and started shooting at (C/N).

Of course, (C/N) or (Y/N) if you will, sensed it coming. He dodged every single bullet and Jason was just ready to kill him. He jumped at (Y/N), using everything in him to land a punch. Both of them were fighting, not noticing the Poison Ivy fighting the cops. When a building started shaking, Jason and (Y/N) were thrown off of the building.

They landed onto the prison roof top, where Poison Ivy was. She looked at the two heroes, before smirking. Jason wondered what the hell she was thinking, before he realized. She was going to release something now.

" Ivy, don't do it. Whatever you are thinking, don't do it. Don't make me hate you. " Jason said, going for his gun.

" Sorry Hood, but I can't. I need to escape. " She said and all of a sudden, air was filled with some sort of green gas and Jason choked on it.

He felt hot and his blood went south, all the way down to his dick. What in God's name is happening to him? And what in God's name is this gas doing to him? Oh God, this is sex pollen.

Jason coughed, before taking his helmet off. He took deep breaths to calm himself. Poison Ivy was gone with the wind and it was just (Y/N) and Jason. (Y/N) wasn't doing much better either. He was blushing beneath his mask and he felt that all the blood went south.

Both of them locked eyes with one another and despite not seeing each other's eyes, both could tell that their pupils were blown.

" Okay, " Jason started. He knew it was a bad idea, but if you were hit with sex pollen, masturbation won't do it. " I know a place a couple of blocks nearby, enough privacy for us to get this out. " Jason said, hands shaking from the surge of energy and self control.

" Lead the way. "

Jason never ran so fast in his life. The place in question was an old safe house that was scratched because it was made by Penguin, but God, it was closest place with some sort of privacy. And that's why Jason had (Y/N) hoisted up on the wall, holding his thighs and kissing him like a wild animal.

Jason felt (Y/N) pulling his hair and he moaned. Is he into pain? Well, that will be another plan soon. He took (Y/N) and threw him onto a single mattress in the room.

He took his jacket off quickly and (Y/N) took his own shirt off. " Are you sure? " Jason asked, huffing, legs twitching. My God. He looked at (Y/N)'s body. The defined abs, soft skin... Oh no, what is this pollen making him think?

" I do, now get to it. " (Y/N) said, clearly wanting to get to it. Jason shed his clothes and weapons before leaning down to kiss (Y/N) more animalistically, fueled by the pollen. He reached for (Y/N)'s wrists, wanting to put them above his head. (Y/N) shuddered and let out a breathier moan. Jason raised his eyebrows, before massaging his wrists.

(Y/N) moaned louder, his hips raising and his member brushing against Jason's boxer's. " What's up with your wrists? " Jason asked, looking at them. He saw small holes on (Y/N)'s wrists.

" It's a place where my web comes out and it's... Well, if you mess with it and massage it, it turns into a huge arousal spot. " (Y/N) breathed out, looking away from Jason. Jason smirked, seeing a way how to mess with (Y/N) a bit.

He massaged the wrists more, making (Y/N) louder moans. He squirmed beneath Jason, trying to get more friction. " Interesting... Good to know. "

Jason released (Y/N)'s wrists and moved his hands down (Y/N)'s hips. He hooked his fingers beneath (Y/N)'s boxers and removed them. (Y/N) was rock hard, with some precum dribbling down. Jason took his member into his hand and started stroking him.

(Y/N) choked on air as Jason started stroking him. When Jason stopped, (Y/N) whined, actually whined. That sound made Jason way more harder.

Jason moved away, knowing that there is lube on the shelf. Why and how? He smirked at the sight of the lube packet. He took it and took his boxers off. He tore it and spread some on his fingers, leaving some for his dick.

He warmed it up before pushing two fingers in. (Y/N) tensed, but relaxed a second later. Jason pushed them deeper, searching for the prostate. He knew he found it when (Y/N) gasped and his dick twitched.

" I think you are ready. " Jason said, coating his dick in left over lube. He grabbed the under side of the knees, moving them out of the way. He pushed in slowly, watching (Y/N)'s face for any signs of discomfort.

Despite hating him, Jason didn't want to give him trauma related to sex. That was the last thing that he wanted.

" Oh shit- " (Y/N) said, biting his lip. Jason let out a breath, trying to adjust. After a few moments, Jason started moving. He had to lean down to lean on his elbows. His thrusts got faster and more erratic. (Y/N) was shaking beneath Jason, whimpering in pleasure.

They both came quickly, but it wasn't enough. Jason pulled out, making (Y/N) whine.

" On your hands and knees. " Jason said, pupils widening even more at the sight of (Y/N) on his hands and knees. He pushed back in, grabbing (Y/N) hips to get some leverage. Both Jason and (Y/N) are hitting overstimulation, but they couldn't get enough.

After 3 more rounds, they collapsed next to each other. Jason's body was aching and (Y/N) was on the verge of sleep. Jason stood up, putting his boxers on, moving to get a rag. Using one of the leftover water bottles, he wet the rag. He moved back to wipe sweat from (Y/N).

" I thought you hated me. " (Y/N) said tiredly, trying to get up.

" I do, but aftercare is important. " Jason said curtly, wiping down (Y/N)'s body. He handed him a water bottler too, allowing him to rehydrate.

" Also, this doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you. " Jason explained, taking the water and wiping it before drinking himself.

" I know that. " (Y/N) said, stretching his arms. " Is it alright if I stay here for the night? I don't have strength to swing back. " (Y/N) said, moving to get his boxers. Thankfully he didn't had to move far.

" Good. I don't think that Batman will want to find you here. " Jason said, already dressed and ready to go.

" Well, I don't want to find him either. I can only hope that you won't tip him off. "

" Well, I may hate you, but I don't hate you that much. " Jason said, putting his helmet on. " And if I hear anything about our... Encounter anywhere, I'm going to kill you. " Jason said.

" I know you will. " (Y/N) said, turning on his side.

Jason left without a single glance towards (Y/N). He stepped out. It was still dark out and it was something that Jason was thankful for. Although, he was thankful when he heard his comms firing up.

" Jason where were you? We were trying to reach you, but they were offline. " He heard Bruce say in his ear.

" Don't worry about me old man. Poison Ivy just knocked me out. "

" I could see something is wrong when I had to go get her. She just told me you were going to be unavailable. " Bruce said.

Jason swallowed, feeling nervous. He could only hope that Poison Ivy didn't tell Bruce what gas she gave him. " Either way Jason, get back to the manor, all the criminals are in the GCPD, waiting transfer to Blackgate. "

" I will be back soon. " Jason said, cutting the communication. Bruce and the rest of the family can't know what happened between him and (Y/N).

They can't.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #red hood smut

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snaillamp · 4 months

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Sunset

CW: contains major character death

“Uh, Villain, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but this building is a waste of money. I do not recommend purchasing it. You’re flushing money down the toilet here.”

Villain clenched their fists, whirling around to look at their assistant. “It’s not about money. This building. It’s more than that! I’m purchasing it now. I won’t let them knock it down!”

The assistant frowned at Villain’s sudden emotional outburst, taking a step back and glancing around the roof they were standing on. The apartment complex was old, a small 6 storey thing with a dirty, crumbling exterior. But when Villain had learned of it’s impending demise, they insisted on purchasing it.

“May I ask something personal, Villain?” The assistant asked cautiously. Villain huffed in annoyance, nodding. “What?”

The assistant sighed, glancing around at the roof. “Why do you want to buy this… derelict building, Villain? There are plenty of good apartments that are in need of renovations, what makes this one so special?”

Villain gazed out at the slowly setting sun, breathing in a soft breeze and smiling. “Let me tell you a story…”

Villain spotted Hero making their way towards them, ready to thwart their plans. Villain quickly took off, running though the streets and scaling a fire escape, Hero hot on their heels. Finally they reached the roof, where Villain chuckled evilly, turning to face their nemesis and sliding into a fighting stance. Hero rolled their eyes, assuming their own and waiting for Villain to attack.

That was weird, Hero always jumped to make the first move. Villain threw a punch, then another, then kicked, easily making contact with Hero, who half heartedly fought back. Stopping suddenly, Villain panted, frowning. “Come on, Hero. Put your back into it, it’s no fun if you don’t try.” Hero scoffed, walking away from the fight, shaking their head. “Hey come on, what’s up?“ Villain asked, following them as they sat on the edge of the small, 6 storey building they were on.

Hero sighed, glancing away. “It’s nothing, Villain, and anyway, why the hell would I tell you? You’re my enemy. We hate each other.” Villain pulled a face. “I mean… sure, I’m not exactly your biggest fan, but I don’t hate you. I like our fights, our banter, everything. It’s all part of the fun that is our job.” They punched Hero’s arm playfully, only for their nemesis to glare at them and shuffle along the wall. ‘Yeah, okay somethings up…’ Villain thought, their face softening. “Hero… I know I’m the last person you wanna tell anything, but… Are you okay? You look… off.” Hero looked up at Villain, sighing. “No, Villain. I’m not.”

Villain shuffled over again. “Come oooooon. It can’t be that bad!” They smirked, wrapping an arm around Hero’s shoulders. “What, your partner leave your or something? Well, there’s plenty more fish in the sea, Hero.” Hero scowled. “I don’t have a partner. I live alone. I don’t have anyone.” Villain’s smirk faltered, “Aww come on, Hero! You have me!” They smiled desperately, trying to get Hero to smile, but their nemesis only seemed to grow darker.

’You have to tell someone…’ Hero’s mind reasoned.

“Don’t be so down Hero. I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll be able to fix it! Come on, you’re Hero, you can to anythi-”

“It’s cancer, Villain.” Hero interrupted. “I have cancer…”

Villain stopped, staring in shock as their mind reeled. But Hero was so healthy and strong and alive? So youthful… so witty and smart and… how could they have cancer? “Oh, but I’m sure it’s fine, Hero. I mean, they’re great at treating cancer these days. A few months of chemo and you’ll be right as rain, and back to beating me up for robbing banks or something.” Villain was desperately trying to reason their way out of this as Hero sighed, their eyes shining with tears.

“The prognosis isn’t good, Villain. It’s a rare, aggressive type… It’s in my bones, my blood… my organs. It’s not going to get better.” Hero’s voice cracked as Villain’s head began to shake in disbelief. “But you’re Hero… you can survive anything! You can survive this… you have to!” Hero shook their head.

“No, Villain. I can’t.”

Villain sat in the weight of the silence for a moment, before pulling Hero into a hug. “You didn’t have anyone else to tell, do you?” Hero shook their head. “I live alone… have no friends… work a dead end job and my parents are gone… there’s no one to tell. No one to go through this with me.” Villain shook their head. “No. You have me. I’m not letting you go through this alone. I promise you, I’m gonna take you back here, a year from now and where gonna watch this same damn sun, set right damn here.” Villain pointed at the slowly setting sun, Hero glancing at it, laughing softly. “Okay. You’re on. If you can get me here a year from today, you win.”

The two enemies shook hands, before watching the sun set below the horizon, before both heading home.

Hero sighed as they lay in bed, feeling awful. The chemo had been destroying them, the radiation and the needles and the operations. It was all so much. They were tired.

“And here’s my favourite hero!” Villain piped up, walking into their room. They were holding an obnoxiously large bouquet of colourful flowers. They smelled wonderful. Hero was honestly surprised they could still smell, their taste had vanished not long after chemo started.

Villain hugged Hero tightly, before gently tucking some of their hair out of their eyes. “How are you feeling?” Hero sighed, looking weak. It had only been a couple weeks of treatment but they already looked awful. At least they seemed to be happier with Villain around. They had really come to like each other, outside of being work enemies, they had similar interests, senses of humour… they got along like a house on fire.

Hero admired the flowers as they sighed tiredly, looking back to Villain. “I feel better now that you’re here. I was getting bored out of my mind without you to piss me off.” Villain blushed, hiding it with a smirk, sitting beside Hero, and taking their hand. They held it, rubbing Hero’s pale, weak fingers as Hero began to tell them about the different nurses and doctors.

“Well have you heard about Superhero and their sidekick?” Villain asked, grinning. Hero perked up. “No?” Villain sat back, looking at Hero with a glint in their eye. “Apparently they’re a thing now. Like officially.” Hero laughed, “I knew it! I knew they had a thing for each other, the romantic… hell, the sexual tension was so strong between those two.” Villain nodded eagerly. “I know right? I was wondering when they were gonna stop fucking on the side and make it offical.” Hero frowned. “I didn’t know they were fucking, how did you?” Villain pursed their lips, smiling mysteriously. “Well I was in my way back to my base one night, after fighting you actually. I heard a crash in the alleyway below me, looked down and saw them. They were really going at it…” Villain’s eyes widened at the memory.

“You’re bullshitting.” Hero smirked. “No! I swear!” Villain raised their hands in surrender. “Promise! I saw it.” Smiling, Hero nodded. “Honestly, kinda not surprised. They kept undressing each other with their eyes in the field I swear to god.”

The two laughed, swapping embarrassing stories about their coworkers for the rest of the evening, until Hero began to doze. “Sleep well, my Hero.” Villain whispered as they tucked their friend in, watching them sleep for a bit.

Villain sat with Hero who gazed at nothing in complete silence. They were doing this more and more often since the months of treatment had begun. “Hero?” Villain murmured, touching their arm. Hero seemed to break out of their daze, looking upset. “Oh, Hero… what’s wrong?” Villain asked, already knowing the answer. Hero burst into tears, Villain deciding to crawl up onto the bed and hold them tightly as they sobbed into Villain’s shoulder. Villain rocked them back and forth, hugging them tight and running their hand over Hero’s thinning hair.

“I don’t-wanna d-die, Villain.” They stammered. “I know.” Villain replied, unsure of what to do. “But the treatment has been working, you said yourself, things are looking better.” Hero nodded, sniffing. “Yeah… I guess…” They looked up at Villain. “It’s just… it’s not fair! I wanna be like everyone else my age! Go on stupid dates and mess around with my friends and go to work and complain about the weather… I don’t wanna be here! I don’t wanna be waiting to fucking DIE!” They screamed, voice shaking as Villain held them.

“Hero. You can’t give up. You can beat this, I know you will!” Villain tried to say the words with strength, but they didn’t know if they were saying it for Hero or for themself. “You said yourself the chemo was working pretty well.” Hero shook their head. “Not well enough. Villain, I told you, this is gonna kill me. I’m not gonna see that sunset.” The reality of what Hero had said set in, Villain clutching Hero tightly. “No. You’re gonna see it. I promise you. You’re gonna make it through and see it. You’re almost half way, Hero. You can do this.” Hero shuddered beside Villain. “Bag.” They gasped, reaching with a shaking hand for an emesis bag. Villain grabbed one quickly from the table beside the bed, holding it over Hero’s mouth as they threw up.

“It’s okay, Hero… let it out… let it out…”

Hero seemed to be doing a little better, as Villain helped them up the stairs to the roof. Together, they crossed the building, looking up at the sky. Villain had set up a little picnic before hand, helping Hero sit and eat as they waited for the sun to begin its descent.

Hero lit up at the sight of it, and they laughed, cuddling in the cool evening as they ate way too much cake.

Eventually, they both sat in the edge of the roof, watching the sun go down, hands entwined.

“Told you.” Villain smirked, kissing Hero��s cheek. “I win.”

Hero chuckled, nuzzling Villain’s shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“It’s been a year today, since we sat on this exact roof and you said you wouldn’t live to see this sunset.”

Hero laughed, wrapping their arms around Villain. “And I’m glad you made that bet. I couldn’t have done this without you. Especially after I lost my lease on my house… it’s just been nice living with someone too… someone who I love so much.”

The breeze blew gently. “You know… after I’m gone, I don’t want you to mourn me. Move on. Live life to the fullest. All I want is to see you happy.” Hero gazed into Villain’s eyes, before gently pulling them in for a kiss. Villain smirked against their lover’s lips. “You will live to see many more sunsets, my love.”

They watched the vibrant colours begin to fade, as Hero sighed in content, the breeze blowing gently around them. “Hey.” They murmured. “Yes?” Villain asked, running their hand over Hero’s head. “I want you to know, that after everything… every time you feel a breeze, that’s me. My spirit will live on the wind, flying and free… and it will always be with you.” Hero’s voice cracked, as they looked up at Villain, shivering. Villain smiled, cupping their hero’s face. “I like that. I like that a lot.” They swallowed back the rising sob.

“You’re cold. Let’s go home.”

Villain sat beside the bed, clutching Hero’s emaciated hand. They had been in a coma for days… and it was time. “Hero?” Villain breathed through sobs. They had heard hearing was the last thing to go. “Listen to me. I love you. Okay? I love you so, so much. I always will.” They gasped, wiping away tears. “G-Go when you’re ready… okay? Go and fly, and become the wind. It’s okay… alright? You’ll be okay…”

Villains body shuddered as they looked up at Hero’s pale face. “Go when you’re ready… go when when you’re ready…”

Villain wasn’t ready. It had only been two months since the roof picnic. They weren’t ready to say goodbye… and yet, somehow… they were.

So they sat there, repeating their phrase as Hero’s breathing got slower and shallower. They repeated it through the tears, the cries and the shakes…

And then Hero drew their last breath, sighing in relief as they became the wind.

They were finally free.

Villain stood in the rain in front of the grave. Everyone, heroes and villains alike stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stone.

None of them could believe it. A hero so young and full of life… gone in just over a year. So that day, they all stood together, in solidarity.

For Hero.

“That’s why I can’t give this place up.” Villain whispered, gazing at the sunset. “I’m not ready to move on. I never will be.” They smiled as a gentle, warm breeze kissed their face. “But I have to move on. Which is why I have to make this place something. Help their legacy stay alive.”

Villain glanced at the assistant, who had pulled off their glasses, dabbing their eyes. “I see.” They replied. “Well. I’ll get started on the payment process, and uh… give you a moment.”

Villain nodded appreciatively, feeling the breeze, stronger and warmer this time push against them. Something told them to turn around, so they did. A gasp escaped Villain, before they could stop it.

Hero was standing there, on the edge of the roof, gleaming. Their body was strong, healthy, just as it had been before and they looked so, so happy. Warm golden light illuminated their figure as they nodded at Villain, smiling softly. They were okay. They were free.

Turning into the sun, the light glowed brightly, Villain shielding their eyes as Hero dissolved into the breeze and the light. They could almost hear Hero’s laugh of glee.

Smiling wistfully, Villain nodded.

“Goodbye, my Hero. I love you.”

#snaillamp #whump #hero Whumpee #villain caretaker #hero x villain #original post #major character death #cancer #whumpee #whumpblr #whump writing #I’m gonna be honest #this was a tough one to write #but I needed to do it #for me #and for all the Heroes out there #hold your loved ones close #you’ll never know when you won’t get to anymore #x snail <3

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satansapostle6 · 4 months

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten: My Destruction

Luke discovered that fucking for seven hours straight does indeed take a lot out of you. Although he and Katherine only got about four or so hours of sleep, they were both still depleted.

“Let’s find someplace to eat. I think we need a huge breakfast after last night,” Katherine suggested.

“I second that,” Luke sighed as he climbed out of the shower, towel around his waist.

“Hurry up before we get started on round two,” she reminded him, pulling up her jeans. “Did you have to bite me?” she questioned, pulling her shirt over the mark.

“Yes,” he assured her before combing through his hair.

“Yeah, that was a trick question.”

Luke threw on the first set of clean clothes he could find, ready to leave.

“We should get moving. We’ve been in one place too long. I got a message about some Chimera thing going on in Baltimore.”

“Alright. We can get breakfast, and be there by tonight,” he thought. “I’ll drive.”

“Fine,” Katherine agreed, “But don’t think this means you get to drive my car all the time.”

Luke grinned as they packed up their things and left.

“I’m getting kinda tired of New York,” Katherine admitted as Luke drove.

“Really?” he questioned.

“Yeah… There’s just so much traffic. You hardly get to do anything.”

“I don’t get to see a whole lot of it,” Luke admitted. “There’s always a quest, or something.”

“You should just leave the camp,” she scoffed. “Live on your own.”

“No, I can’t. Besides. I think we need access to other demigods,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. He wants us to recruit,” Katherine agreed, “Which should be easy. I don’t think there’s anyone the gods haven’t fucked over.”

“Being born to one of them… It’s not the gift you would think it is,” he said, swallowing the pain he carried around with him. “The minute you have a god for a parent, you lose a parent. All of us are ignored our whole lives, until we’re punished when we fail, and just given a pat on the back when we do well.

“And everyone thinks this is just okay, because they’re gods. No one ever stops and says, none of this is okay. Everyone’s a hero, but no one wants to fight the bad guys. Because, like it or not, the bad guys are the ones who leave their kids to the wolves, and use people for entertainment,” he scowled.

“My mother says nothing is fair. That there’s always another shoe,” Katherine chuckled coldly. “But she’s the one who decides what’s fair,” she said softly.

“I remember when I first got to camp,” Luke thought. “I was fourteen. A friend almost died. We prayed and begged to our parents for help. All of us. Our friend, Thalia… she almost died. So Zeus turned her into a tree. Some fucking help. That day, I decided I’d never have to ask them for help again. I never wanted to have to ask anyone for help again.”

“You live on your own long enough, eventually that’s all you can do,” Katherine shrugged.

Breakfast, or lunch, given the time, was eaten very hastily as Katherine and Luke stopped at a restaurant on the way out of the state of New York.

“Hey. I have an idea I wanna run by you,” Luke said out of the blue.

“Hit me,” Katherine said as she ate.

Luke had something of a big question to ask, and despite having gone up against monsters and men with guns, he was still nervous.

“I was thinking, to make things easier for us, maybe you’d wanna… Live at the camp with me?” he invited her. “Full time?”

Immediately, he was already skeptical about her answer. He didn’t take it as a good thing when she initially met the question with silence, just thinking as she chewed.

“Why would I do that?” she asked.

The only response that came to mind for Luke was ‘uh oh’.

“Because… I want you to come with me,” he sighed, hoping this wouldn’t backfire.

“Why?”

He didn’t think this was going well so far.

“Because… I care about you?” he stated at her. “And I think it’d be cool if we could be together more often?” he offered expectantly.

Katherine Montalvo frowned for a moment, trying to come up with a suitable response.

“Luke,” she said, caught off guard.

“Katherine…”

“Let’s talk about this later,” she suggested.

“Why?” he looked at her inquisitively.

“Let’s just… Talk about it later,” she tried again.

“What?” he questioned worriedly, her avoidance putting him on edge. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Really? Cuz it kinda seems like it,” Luke stated. “Do you… not wanna come with me?”

“Come on. You seriously think we’re gonna be ‘girlfriend-boyfriend’?” she asked, laughing nervously as she tried to level.

“I mean… that’s the general idea, yes,” Luke said patiently. “That’s the impression I got.”

He had no idea what the problem was.

“Luke. Come on. This is you and me we’re talking about,” she stated flatly.

“Again. I know,” he stared, blue eyes widened.

“Luke, I like you, very much, but you have to realize there’s no way we can do that. There just isn’t,” Katherine rationalized.

“Why not?” he questioned.

“Because, look at our lifestyle!” she pointed out. “We hunt monsters! You’re gone half the time, I practically drive a new stolen car every month, and we could both be dead next week for all we know!”

“I’m not seeing a problem.”

“We both know our main goal is Kronos. We can’t let things get even more complicated than they already are.”

“How are they complicated?” Luke asked frustratedly.

“Because we both have a lot of shit to do if we’re gonna bring Kronos back, and take over the fucking world!” she exclaimed, not seeing how her point wasn’t coming across. “We can’t afford any distractions.”

“A distraction,” Luke stated, blankly staring at her in disbelief. “That’s what I am to you.”

Katherine looked at him across the table for a moment. Everything began to come together for her as she started to laugh for a second before stopping herself.

“Wow. Sorry. Uh, I didn’t think you were the type to get attached,” she admitted, trying to process.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘attached’?” he murmured, eyes wide with bewilderment.

“Dude. We fucked. Let’s not get carried away,” she laughed nervously.

Unfortunately, he misconstrued her awkwardness.

“Why are you talking like that all of a sudden?” he asked her, completely flabbergasted.

“Like what? I’m just trying to process what the fuck you just said to me.”

“Why are you being such an asshole?” Luke genuinely asked her.

Katherine gasped, laughing as she tried to contain her progressively escalating reactions. “Why are you being so confrontational?”

“Because you basically tell me you love me, and then we sleep together, and now you’re acting like we’re strangers,” he restated.

“I’m not acting like we’re strangers, you just think that us caring about each other and us sleeping together are relevant to one another, when really, they’re two separate things.”

Luke blinked at her profusely, trying to figure out how to proceed.

“You…” he stopped himself, beginning to feel warmer and warmer in the room. “You’re telling me that your feelings for me are completely platonic?”

Katherine frowned, a begrudging look on her face as she tried to explain. “No, I’m not saying that, I’m just saying, we don’t need to distract ourselves with that stuff.”

“What exactly did you think our relationship would be like?” he asked her angrily.

“Luke, I care about you. A lot. I do. And… I’m not gonna lie, you know what you’re doing when you lift your shirt up to wipe your hand off. But, those two things can’t mix. They just can’t… Things‘ll get messy, and someone will get hurt, physically.

“Love makes people stupid. It makes everyone stupid, no matter how smart they think they are. So I’m just trying to do both of us a favor, by keeping us in check so we both get what we want. It’s not personal. I trust you, with my life, and I have fun with you… You’re like my left hand. But that’s it. That’s all it can be.”

Luke was completely silent, fighting back tears and screams simultaneously.

“Fuck you,” he barely choked out, his eyes darkening as he sat forward, “Fuck you!”

Many heads turned in the restaurant, mostly older couples appalled by the exchange.

“What the fuck did I do?!” Katherine demanded, throwing her hands up.

“You’re such a fucking asshole for pretending like I’m just being stupid!” he thundered. “You’re a completely different person right now, and I hate it! You don’t even sound the same. You sound like a fucking male douchebag.”

“I’m not treating you like you’re stupid, I’m just trying to explain to you how this is better for us.”

“It’s better for us if you treat me like your left hand? Just use me when you get bored in bed, and then that’s it?” Luke scoffed.

Just about everyone was looking now.

“Quit making a scene,” she muttered under her breath.

Luke frowned, a completely deadpan expression on his face as he picked up the butter knife on the table, lightly tossing it at Katherine. She turned her head to avoid it, as it loudly clattered beside her on the ground. Her mouth dropped in disbelief as everyone around them began to stare in concern.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said through her teeth.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked provocatively.

“You’re acting like a fucking child,” Katherine frowned, “Seriously.”

“I am a child,” he shrugged, fully aware of his own stubbornness.

“You’re eighteen years old.”

“I’m a boy! We don’t mature as fast!”

Katherine frowned as she picked up her own knife, throwing it back at him. He scowled back at her, seeming to accept the challenge. This time, a waitress quietly approached their table, leaning down to avoid making an even bigger scene.

“Guys, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the girl murmured, afraid of their reaction.

“I’m sorry. We’ll leave. Here,” Katherine quickly reached for her wallet, quickly pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and handing it to her. “Keep it.”

“Thank you,” the waitress whispered.

But before she could leave, Luke turned to her, looking irritated.

“Sorry, but we’re not leaving yet.”

Katherine stared daggers at him, fed up with his antics.

“Will you get a fucking grip?”

“Will you act like a person for two fucking seconds?” he said confrontationally.

“Guys,” the twenty-something year old waitress said awkwardly, “Please don’t make me get a manager…”

“I’ll handle it, babe,” Katherine assured her, embarrassed.

“I hate you,” Luke Castellan snarled.

“You think I like you right now?” she snapped back.

Both of their attention was diverted to an older woman, who must’ve been the manager.

“Excuse me, but you’ve been asked twice now to leave. If you both don’t leave the restaurant right now, we’re going to have to call the police,” she informed them, matter-of-fact.

“Oh. You want me to give you a reason to call them?” Luke asked, standing up as he drew his sword.

Katherine’s eyes widened with rage as he unsheathed his double-edged sword he’d named Backbiter, made of both Celestial bronze and steel. At the very least, Katherine remembered the mortals around them would be protected from the sight of the demigod weapon by the Mist.

“Kelsey, call 911,” the manager breathed, as everyone in the room slowly began to panic more and more.

“Luke! Don’t be a show-off!” Katherine barked.

“You don’t tell me what to do, Katherine,” he argued obstinately.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! This is what we’re doing now?”

They both completely ignored everything happening around them, as many restaurant patrons had already begun to pay their checks and leave before things got any worse. The entire restaurant staff was now focused on evacuating the restaurant, no longer concerned with speaking to Luke and Katherine at all.

“Well, you don’t wanna talk about us, so I guess there’s nothing left to talk about!” Luke smiled coldly, punching out an older guy who tried to take him out.

He hardly had to take his eyes off of her to do so. There was running and screaming all around them now; it was absolute chaos. Katherine knew that the police were already on their way, if not approaching, and she needed to get Luke to disappear with her as soon as possible.

“You’re being insane! This is not how we’re dealing with this. Get in the car, before you get us arrested.”

“‘Us’? There’s an ‘us’ now?” he crossed his arms.

“You know, I really dodged a fucking bullet,” Katherine Montalvo muttered, drawing her sword as she looked around carefully.

“Bullshit. You care about me,” he insisted, his eyes burning with anger as he looked at her.

Only once had she ever seen Luke that angry. The only time he’d ever come close to looking at her that way was when they fought about the deal she’d made with Ares, but even then, he’d had sympathy in his eyes. But this time, there was nothing but rage. Katherine knew she may as well have been Hermes.

“You care about me! You love me! You just don’t want to admit it. Because you think if you admit, I’ll stop doing what you say!” he yelled at her.

Instinctively, Katherine knew the right thing to do in that situation was to tell him that wasn’t true in order to plead with him to come with her, but in these moment, she couldn’t exactly comfort him.

“You think that if you lose the ‘I love you’ card, you won’t have any leverage over me!” Luke roared, tears falling from his eyes as he yelled at her. “But that’s not true!” he growled, his eyes reddening as veins seemed to be popping out of his head.

Katherine looked at him with cold, dead eyes as she tried to find something good in her, anything good.

“I will never be on anyone’s side but yours!” he screamed at her with resentment. “I don’t care about anyone else anymore. Not my mom, not the camp, not Kronos! It’s all about you! I’d kill for you, die for you, it doesn’t matter! As long as I’m by your side, I don’t care,” he sobbed.

Katherine bit her lip, looking down at the ground as the sirens outside grew louder and louder.

“You took everything from me! You took who I am, you took what I care about…! I don’t care about anyone who isn’t you. I’m in love with you, Katherine,” he breathed, his blue eyes wide with hurt. “I don’t know why, but I love you. And it consumes me, it’s made me into someone I don’t recognize! I’m a monster, because loving you has made me into a monster!” Luke roared, as the doors burst open.

At least six police officers burst into the room, yelling loudly as Luke tried to yell louder.

“Both of you! Put your hands above your head!”

Katherine’s head whipped around as she looked back at Luke, who still held Backbiter in his hand.

“I thought I’d end up dying for Kronos, but that’s not— That’s not true anymore. I don’t care about anything else anymore. Not the way I care about you. I’m gonna die for you,” Luke thundered. “I don’t care if it’s ten years from now, or today, but I wanna die for you!”

“Luke, no!” Katherine gasped, desperately flicking the cap off her lipstick tube to reveal her own spear.

“Drop your weapons, or we’ll shoot!”

Luke silently looked between the surrounding police officers and Katherine, already sure of what he wanted to do. Katherine looked into his eyes, expecting her expression to be full of anger and spite. But instead, she just pleaded silently, her dark eyes wide as she faced the danger like a deer in headlights.

The daughter of Nemesis and the son of Hermes stood tall as the police officers aimed guns at them, spraying them with a hail of bullets as they desperately slashed at them, fighting for their lives.

Chapter Eleven

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pixelprinxe · 10 months

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Had a terrible funny idea

Bowser and Mario both have a crush on peach

Except one of them actually has a crush on Luigi… don’t worry it’s not Mario! Although for a few second when he finds out what’s been happening he’s scared he might’ve.

Peach got bored of doing princess duties. Luigi was in the right place at the right time. That place? Her bedroom making fun of Mario by pretending to be peach. Yanno as one does. Which gave peach the idea to have him switch places! Luigi asks if his peach voice was that good. She said oh no it was dreadful but you could look the part with a liiiiiitle makeup and a mask to cover that mustache…. Unless you want to shave- NO Luigi screamed. And then asked why should he agree to pretending to be her. And she gave this whole sob story about not spending enough time with Mario. Luigi still looking skeptical she said SIGH and you can have all the fancy party food you want. Luigi immediately agreed saying she should have led with that.

After that every time peach had a non important Royal event like someone’s birthday or soemthing Luigi would go in her place. And bowser did as he always does and flirts with Peach. Cause honestly he’s just as bored and if soemthing happens it happens. Usually peach would aggressively rejects him and he’s playfully fight back. It’s their thing. But then when Luigi joins the party, he doesn’t know their thing. And he’s kind of flustered, never been flirted with before. After the shock of wares down they start to have some real conversations. And get some real feelings for each other that they don’t realize. Although things feel so weird when it’s actually peach. Peach has been getting closer to Mario and is starting to really dislike their playful banter. Starting to outright ignore Bwser.

Things come to a pass when one day Luigi goes to this huge event for peach. Mario is like we’ve been getting closer this event could be our huge chance to make things official! So he goes to surprise peach. Leaving a note for Luigi. Peach let’s herself into his house after he doesn’t answer and sees the note. Says oh no and runs out. She’s too late tho and Mario is minutes away from Luigi dressed as peach. And before he could get there Bowser comes up and starts flirting with him. To which Luigi has now started to flirt back. In a rage Mario shouts at Bowser. Bowser laughs and shouts back. It’s a huge scene. They start like a super smash brothers fight in the middle of the party. People are rooting for who they think will win. A lot of ppl don’t liek bowser but he is bigger. And while Mario may be the town hero no one outside the kingdom really knows him and he’s not a royal. The two get both a bit beaten up before peach comes in and Luigi runs to her explaining what happened. Peach jumps in and breaks up the fight. Explaining to them what happened. Mario does this whole big love confession. Peach accepts. They kiss. Everyone goes awww. Meanwhile bowser and Luigi are off to the side where no one can see them. They kind of stare at each other having a silent conversation with their eyes. Eventually Luigi feels too much guilt and runs off.

The next party peach comes with Mario. Bowser comes up and while Mario is ready to defend, bowser barely looks at them and gives them a sour greeting. They’ve known each other for their whole lives, peach can tell what’s wrong and says she has a little surprise for him. Bowser rolls his eyes in disbelief. When just then Luigi walks over in his own little party outfit. Filled with some confidence boosting power ups. He flirts with Bowser just like bowser did when they first met as peach. Bowser starts laughing and they start their relationship over from the start. It does go way too slow though because they’re both too nervous so they need a little push. Mario doesn’t want Luigi to have to wait 10 years just to hold hands. To which peach rolls her eyes at.

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raineandsky · 8 months

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#53

Hero work is already unforgiving. It’s even more so in a tiny little town like this.

The population is less than a hundred, and one of this population is the hero.

The ‘agency’ they work for is themself, since clearly no one else is willing to do it. They can see why, though. Their most busy day had them chasing down a pair of thieves, which took all of an hour, if you include the lunch break they had halfway through.

Criminals don’t seem particularly interested in doing their deeds in a little place like this. There isn’t really anything worth doing crime for—the petrol station is the most expensive place in town, and that’s because the prices there are already criminally high.

So if there’s no criminals, there’s somehow even less villains.

The hero envies the heroes in the city, to be honest. They’re working day in day out, keeping villains in line and ensuring the safety of their cities. It must be nice, to feel useful. Villains laugh and actually fight, and the heroes take them down every time. The most the hero gets here is a teenager avoiding school and a stolen chocolate bar, really.

So it’s a surprise, to say the least, when a building explodes on the other side of town. The hero hears it from their tiny little home office. They can only sit there in confusion for a moment, staring at the rising smoke, before they lurch into action. They’re a hero. They need to go and figure out what’s going on. There might even be someone to save if they’re lucky.

‘The other side of town’ constitutes a two minute run. People are huddled around the remaining dregs of the building, nervously eyeing the smouldering rubble. Police are already dragging out rolls of tape to cordon the place off. The hero approaches the nearest officer of three—the town’s entire supply of police—clearing their throat to ready their business voice. Go time.

“‘Scuse me, officer,” they open with what they hope is an air of confidence. “Could you tell me what’s going on?”

The policeman glances back at the building with a frown. “Building’s exploded,” he says like it’s obvious. Which it is, they suppose.

“Do we know what caused it? Is it foul play?” The hero tries to keep the hope out of their voice, but from the scowl the officer gives them they clearly failed.

“We can’t say yet. We’ll have a team heading in soon to check it out, so I suggest you just—”

Another explosion sets off from inside, gutting the building like some already horribly mangled fish. Debris flicks to the ground around the onlookers, prompting screams and hurried attempts to shield themselves. The hero stays rooted to their spot, squinting through the settling dust. The entire building is leaning to one side like it’s sagging in defeat.

“Ah,” a voice rings through the brown fog. “Is this our hero? How cute.”

No way. “Who are you?”

A bright laugh cuts through the horrified whispers of the people brave enough to stick around. High, cruel, everything the hero’s been looking for.

A figure strolls through the cloud like they’re making a debut. A soft smile sits on their lips, confident and self-satisfied. “I’m your new favourite nightmare.”

The hero can barely contain the grin threatening to split across their face.

Finally.

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v-era-18 · 8 months

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HoneyBee

Chapter Seven: Sleep Talk

“ Even the best of hero’s have nightmares. It's how they conquer them, that makes them worthy enough for the title,”- (G/D) (L/n)

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Energon. Screams. Blasts. Falling!

The young brown skinned girl woke up with a start, tears flooded her honey eyes as she stared at the dark depths of her room. The twist and turns of the shadows didn't make things better as she could still hear and see the war terrorist from her nightmares; the red glowing optics to the angler metal of his faceplate. His whole design screamed ‘fear me’. Her grandfather went a little too into detail when telling her the story, he stopped shortly after she started to shy away underneath the covers. It was too real.

(Y/n) could almost vividly see the metal sword in her hands, swish and flick of her tail in her peripherals as the autobot leader gave orders to the autobots for their mission. It was everything she could imagine, fighting alongside hero’s for their planet. That was until everything they had accomplished was stripped from their arms within a few minutes. Scouts turned up missing, wreckers removing themselves from the fight as lost hope began to emerge, don't even get her started on the captains and sargents.

She wanted to be that hero that would earn the words ‘well done’ by a Prime. In the end, she was a fool. A child that didn't know any better.

She almost died, she could still feel her weightless body flowing through the air nearly hitting the metal ground below. It was horrible the sights she had seen; torn metal appendages, energon spilled-dried and fresh, to the lifeless cybertronian bodies laid in vast piles. These were the parts of war she had nightmares about-the cost of the auto bot cause, millions of lives and deaths thrown away for a planet that might not ever be the same way again.

She needed to leave the dark. She didn’t want to think of those red optics scratching down her small form.

(Y/n) got out from under the covers with space cadet number five-her teddy bear- and made the decision to seek out her grandparents in their room. It had been awhile since she’s done so, after all she was twelve now and needed to stop relying on her grandparents for these sort of things such as comfort. But the grave voice of that monster continued to echo in her head.

‘Run little knight! But your death awaits today!’

The master bedroom was at the end of the hall. It had a large bookshelf in the far corner along with a desk littered with papers that were no doubt the affairs of the (L/n) library. The walls were pure ivory. ‘We leave the walls white like a canvas ready to be painted.’ The bed was a carved one-antique- harboring the foreign language not made for the human youngest. She never could figure out what it said, Nana said she would be told when she was older.

The door to they’re bedroom was already open, on the other side she could hear their voices halting her movements. Her grandmother was upset, her voice rolling out in hisses she used in order not to wake her up when they were arguing. (GD/N) sat on the bed rubbing his head in frustration, his hair was long gone by now, only his beard and eyebrows left.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this!” Nana said, she was pacing back and forth her clasped hands over her heart. One thing about her grandmother is that her emotions affect her heart severely due to her age: one day something was going to give her a heart attack out of pure fright, “there’s an opportunity for you to live longer and you won’t take it-“

“I’ll live for a few more years with the treatment, but love-I’ve already lived a life worth living,” his mind was made up, he wasn’t going to sit by and invest money in a treatment to give himself a few more years, “You could use that money to put (Y/n) through college-“

“What about her?! You care enough about her education but not enough about her heart when she hears about your health?!” She sobbed, “She’s already lost her parents! Not to mention Estel who she can’t even remember. She can’t afford to lose someone else!”

“(GM/N) I-“

A creak of the door halted the two’s conversation, immediately looking towards the opened door seeing a stray teddy bear in its place. (GD/N) could hear the creak of another closing door at the end of the hall, giving them the answer to his suspicions.

(Y/n) was never good at pretending to fall asleep, especially when she was in trouble, or her mind continued to be active with endless possibilities. So when her grandfather sat on the end of her bed she decided to give it up and peek under the covers slightly.

The older man before her doesn't seem upset in the slightest, only a sad look in his eyes and a patient smile upon his lips. She opened her mouth to apologize for eavesdropping only for him to cut her off, “I'm sorry to wake you up sweetheart. That wasn't something you needed to hear-especially on a school night.” He fondled her teddy bear in his hands a bit before passing it over.

She gave it a little hug in response, “You didn't wake me up pops, i-it was him,” saying his name almost felt like a sin. A ‘he who shall not be named’ vibe with how much evil radiated off of him.

(G/D) brought the girl into his arms and kissed her forehead softly, it felt almost bittersweet with how much she had heard. She wasn't oblivious to what was going on; the less frequent stories at night, how tired he had grown so much he would miss out on dinner sometimes, to the way he had to force a smile after each cough. She knew her grandfather wasn't well, but just for a moment she didn't want to discuss it, she wanted to live a bit oblivious a little bit longer.

Oblivious to the fact he one day wouldn't be here to tell her every story known to man. Her original storyteller.

“He will not harm you,” He whispered in her hair, “he is far enough from your reach.”

“Because he's eroding on some planet somewhere right pop pop?” (Y/n) smiled a bit expecting him to do the same only to receive a faltering smile instead. Her expression fell, and a sense of dread filled her stomach, “He is far away from earth right Pops? He is simply a legend…..fiction-,”

“I have told you many times (Y/n). Legends stem from some form of truth, whether it simply be stories altered over time or something the human mind simply can't comprehend.” (G/D) looked towards the bookshelves in her room, eyes landing on the leather books, “I at times couldn't comprehend, neither could my subconscious mind. But there at times would be a voice or two in my corner ready to prove and relay the message before it indeed became that in my mind-a story-fiction.”

The young girls lips wobbled, “So he's going to come kill us all one day, and there's nothing I can do about it,” fat tears fell down her round cheeks as she furiously wiped them away, “How can I be a hero when all I do is have nightmares about that-that-stupid and selfish warlord and hide underneath the covers at the mention of him?”

“You are already beginning to act like a hero,” (GD/N) chuckled. His amusement to her augment fueled her frustration. Out of all the books she’s read it was hard to believe that cybertronian hero’s got scared, or were haunted by their terror. Could they even dream? When they recharge do they imagine what peace seems like? The families they could have and more?

“No I'm not!” She argued, “A hero doesn't get scared! Optimus doesn't get scared! The book never once mentioned him getting scared or having nightmares!”

“Ah,” He laughed, “That is indeed true, the book never mentions the Prime getting scared, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get scared like the rest of us. On the contrary, I bet every time he went on that battlefield his spark was pounding to the point he could barely give orders to his comrades. Lives are in his servos each time he goes on the battlefield-and that is indeed scary…especially if his most trusted friend is now his enemy, because he lost his way.”

(G/D) grabbed the young girl's chin and held it high, “Even the best of hero’s have nightmares. It's how they conquer them, that makes them worthy enough for the title,”

If he was going to leave, he was going to make sure she achieved this dream at least. Afterall, if things were to go down the way their family all knew, she would be the main successor out of all of them. The main hero of planet earth.

~ ✯ ~

The group made haste through the facility guiding the large cybertronian towards the Cube. Every second counted in this situation, there was no time for mistakes. It could be felt through the air: the tight tension of who was to die today and who could be saved.

They made a mistake, and it was time to fix it.

When they reached the room the cube was being held it took (Y/n) a minute to steady her breathing. Her eyes had gazed at it not even forty minutes ago from a safe distance, now that she was up close all the stories and legends told didn’t do it justice. The large encrypted block raided power.

Life.

Destruction.

Sam dragged her out of her gaze by pulling on her sleeve guiding her to the side as large ped steps got closer. It was grounding, as if the bots' near presence was a shield from everything going on. They were his charge, no harm was going to befall them.

The scout looked up at the cube for a minute before reaching up and placing his hands against it. Whirrs of wonder echoed from the young bot, leaving her to question if he knew what to do in order for them to leave with it. It was huge! Too large to even drag it out of the building with five autobots to join in the haul. For a moment and just a moment, she did wonder if the pyramid were all cubes, the other half buried underneath the ground. It was ridiculous, colonizers couldn't break through cybertronian tech as well as they could rock.

“Does he know what he’s doing?” Mikeala whispered to (Y/n).

“Of course he does,” she replied without hesitation, “he’s smarter than he lets you know.”

Optics flickered to her for a moment sending chills down her spine. She hadn't realized he could hear them whispering, and hot shame boiled in her stomach as if she did something scandalous. She would have to at least write that down somewhere that autobout have advanced hearing.

Bumblebee focused back on the cube placing his digits back up on it before an electric shock of blue consumed the cube. A metallic whirring could be heard along with the familiar shifting of metal as the artifact started to fold in on itself seeming to get smaller. He moved his hands in focus, seeming to instruct the cube what and how he wanted things to be done.

The humans in the room could do nothing but watch in sheer amazement. After centuries and years of believing they knew everything only to find out they didn’t even have half of it was truly shocking.

“Oh, my god,” Mikeala said, “(Y/n) this is-“

“More than I’ve ever dreamed of,” (Y/n) smiled, her hands were shaking at her side, tears welling up from too many emotions taking over, “Pops….I wish you could see this.”

The cube finally shrunk down to the palm of the bot's hand, giving his digit a little shock as he examined it a little. He then turned to (Y/n), “Message from Starfleet, Captain. Let’s get to it.”

“He’s right.” Lennoxx stepped forward, “We stay here, we’re screwed with Megatron in the other hangar. Mission City is twenty two miles away. We’re gonna sneak that Cube out of here and we’re gonna hide it somewhere in the city.”

“Good! Right.” It seemed like a miracle that Simmons was agreeing with them. I guess the cube being handled by the robot was enough for them.

“But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force.”

“This place must have some kind of radio link?!” Questioned the Captain, “Shortwave, CB?”

“Yes. Right, yes!” Simmons said, “in the Aline Archive, there’s an old Army radio console.”

“Will it work?”

“Anything is possible!” the agent exclaimed, gesturing towards Bumblebee and where the cube once was mounted. “Did you see that?!”

“Sir, you got to figure out some way to get the word out to them.” The soldier said, he turned towards (y/n) her face apprehensive, “are there any problems with my plan? You know these guys better than we do.”

Everyone turned to the girl expectantly, and it left her stomach doing twists. For some odd reason she looked up at Bumblebee, maybe hoping for an answer of his own. The only thing she received was a soft whirr and a nod. It didn’t need words, she knew what he was trying to say.

“ U-uh, so there’s only two problems-,”

“ Two?” Epps asked, “to be honest I was expecting more.”

(Y/n) laughed lightly trying to shake her nerves, “ Yeah well we don’t really have time to go in with a full hardcore plan right now. If we’re going into this we must understand the risks. First ,” she turned to the Captain and Simmons , “Be prepared to barricade the room for the radio, if I know anything about autobots and deceptions is that they can easily tap into satellites-that especially counts towards radios and internet. A decepticon might be sent loose in the facility to try to stop you.”

“Jesus,” Sam whispers.

“Second, about the cube being hidden in the city, I don't agree with it but we don’t have other options at the moment.” The girl huffed, “while on the radio with the men send out an emergency alert to order civilians to exit the city. War with cybertronians is nothing compared to war between humans. Thousands of people will die in this city if we are not careful. Am I clear?”

Everyone nodded, “ Good. That uh-was my peace.”

Mikaela smirked, “there’s the girl I got the hots for in the back of the class.” The girl missed the way the black and yellow bot snapped his head in her direction before an optic roll seemed appropriate.

To be honest now wasn't the time for emotions to flow.

Sam refrained from making a face, “ Let’s move before Megatron decides to use our bodies for target practice.”

“ He actually has done that with a soldier that betrayed him before-”

“ (Y/n) not now! ”

“ Alright Sam, (Y/n) get in the car! ” Lennoxx ordered, “ Mr. Secretary! Get our birds in the air! When we get to the city, we’re gonna find a radio, and I’ll have Epps vector them in, okay? ”

“Affirmative!”

Sam ushered into the passenger side seat with (Y/n) in the driver. Mikeala took it upon herself to protect the cube in the back. Personally (Y/n) would’ve done the job herself but a soldier had already shoved her in the driver's seat before she could protest. Bumblebee drove the facility with the soldiers on the rims of his tires. The exit seemed so far with the short amount of time they were making it through.

“ WARNING! NBE ONE CRYO-CONTAINMENT FAILING. ”

(Y/n)’s heart stopped, “ What the fuck did that just say?! ”

“ Oh boy, ” Sam uttered, “ Better get ready to haul ass Bee! ”

“ Haul ass?! He better drive like he got some sense! Cause I’ll be damned if I die at the hands of that terrorist you hear me! ”

A rumble of the engine from Bumblebee could mean two things: a scoff or a boisterous laugh. Now wasn’t the time to figure out which was which.

“Set a perimeter around the yellow vehicle!” Lennox shouted.

For support (Y/n) gripped the steering wheel trying to focus on the autobot insignia on the horn rather than the loud screams bouncing off the concrete walls. They successfully excited the facility with support ,they still weren’t out of the woods yet. They needed to reach the city to hide the cube or possibly had it off to Optimus. And Mission City was a few miles from their grasp.

“The cubes okay?” Sam asked Mikeala

“Yeah, it’s fine,” She said, adjusting it in the seat.

“Put the seatbelt around it” (Y/n) said quickly, “the less it moves the better”

Even though it was minutes it felt like ages before they got far enough to feel safe for a moment. Even safe enough to quietly talk amongst themselves as teens if they would never do it again.

“And here I thought I was going to go shopping this weekend for graduation.” Mikeala sniffed, “I’m the first to graduate high school in my family. It’s a big achievement and I wanted to look good when showing my potential future kids.”

“I was going to write a Harry Potter quote on my cap with our grad year.” (Y/n) laughed lightly. It was true, originally it was going to be Star Wars, but she decided that the many hormonal boys in their grade would’ve bashed her. A girl loving something ‘sacred’ to them didn't seem on their wish list.

Sam chuckled lightly as well, “lemme guess, ‘RONALD WHEALSLY HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR!’” the scream almost seemed like perfection at the moment,

They bursted out in laughter. The only real time they’ve laughed without stress behind it. Bumblebee even let out a little rumble.

“No, it was ‘Whenever in doubt, go to the library’” The girl giggled.

Mikeala smiled, “ It suits you.” It did, the library was attached to her family in more ways than one. It was her livelihood, almost like Banes Motorcycle shop was to her. “But honestly now you need to change it to ‘I saved the world I deserve more than this piece of paper.’”

There was a moment of silence before it was abruptly cut through with a blade of a truck horn. Seeing the familiar vehicle made the girl smile in triumph, it seemed like things were turning around with the reunion.

“There’s Optimus,” Sam announced.

The teens watched the autobot leader along with his team screech their tiers against the ground in a sharp turn before following them quickly behind. (Y/n) knew deep down the autobots we’re glad to see Bumblebee alright once more. Their scout had survived, although young, Bumblebee is a lot tougher than one could describe. But she had a feeling they knew that already, they had watched him come or of hard situations before right?

It was another few miles before they heard it. Sirens. At first (Y/n) had thought their plan of getting in touch with the government worked pretty quickly, that was until she spotted the military truck and behind it. It was a domino effect; two of the drivers surrounding them were taken out swiftly with the truck crashing and flipping them over.

The girl could only sit in the seat and stare her eyes widening as she stared at the side mirror. Abruptly she was yanked back further in her seat by the seat belt and the windows were rolled up completely.

“Are they-are they-“ she couldn’t finish.

“No no no no no no,” Sam said, watching the rearview.

“What?” Mikeala asked.

“It’s the same cop!” Sam hissed, “the one that attacked me and (Y/n) before. Block ‘em, block em, block em, block em!”

The military truck transformed first on the road, the ground shaking abruptly behind them as a fierce roar was let out from the decepticon. The enemy's enthusiasm was short lived as the autobot leader followed suit, making it his mission to be the defense as they continued forward. (Y/n) yanked a bit on the seat showing the scout she wished to see the action a bit more.

A Prime in action wasn’t something you see everyday.

A look in the side mirror led her heart to accelerate. The decepticon had skated purposefully into a civilian bus on the highway, the flames rode on the road watching fellow cars skid to a halt at the destruction the cybertronian had caused. Optimus unfortunately was a bit too late turning around, Sam let out a yelp as the autobot leader was tackled off of the skying road to the ones on the ground below.

(Y/n) snapped off the seatbelt with a new rush of adrenaline and rushed to Sam's side of the vehicle to see the fight below. A car was just a sliver away from the fight and she could only pray that the civilians inside wouldn’t be harmed. Optimus was the first to throw a strong hook into the cons faceplate then taking them further down to another level of the roads.

To see the Prime handle his adversary with determination and sheer strength was breathtaking. His sword’s protruding from his servos where nothing like she imagined. Were they hot or cold? They were a fiery yellow gradient to orange, and to see the damage they caused to the decepticon was chilling. The leader landed one final blow stabbing upwards through the enemies neck cabling, sparks flew everywhere before a snap sounded and the cons head rolled along the ground.

“Wow…” a breath left the Afro hairs lips, “ And that was only one decepticon. What was it like when he invaded bases with only three comrades by his side.”

Sam shook his head, “I dunno if I want to imagine that. Did you see what he just did?”

“I am so glad we got in this car.” Mikeala whispered.

A sliver of a memory of her grandfather warped in her mind. The comfort of his arms to the gentle peck on her forehead, “ Even Optimus gets scared,”

“I wonder how scared he is right now.” (Y/n) thought carefully, “my hands are shaking with the whole world in our hands. Imagine thinking of his world and protecting ours as well. His home is lost and he’s protecting ours from the thing that can possibly give them another planet.”

Sam and Mikeala both looked at each other, their eyes speaking for themselves without words.

Exactly what did they get themselves into? And what will be the cost if either side wins?

Upon arriving at Mission City, (Y/n)’s whole mood shifted. Uncertainty took over as she scanned the roads crowned by fleeing civilians and cars left along the roads. It was a reminder of how much was at stake. To think just staring at one road filled with people makes you think about the whole world; about classrooms, children, families, friends, even enemies.

Cause at the end of the day if this doesn’t work. They’ll all be damned.

The aircraft’s above reassured her that they indeed had taken her advice. Simmons and the others had made it out long enough to send a message out. Even though she didn’t like him-doesn't mean she can’t respect his bravery and service.

Sam pulled his best friend out of the car along with Mikeala. The cube rested in the backseat making the girl nervous; to be honest she felt like it needed to be held at all times. She had a feeling that if she looked away long enough it would disappear and all their efforts would be for naught. Even with all the heavy duty surrounding them in the street she still felt too exposed.

“Green smoke is the mark. Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction.” Epps ordered.

A thunderous aircraft circled a building, flying recklessly to be there. (Y/n) broke off from Sam peering closely before it dawned on her. To think that there wasn’t going to be any hacking with the transmissions between other aircraft was foolish-and she even forgot about it for a moment- and she was the one who had warned them about it. Through her most recent books of studies there were only a few aircraft’s recorded decepticons. And only two really mattered.

The Terrorist. And his Second Command.

The tales she had heard about Starscream made her laugh and grow frustrated. To think that one of the most dangerous decepticons was a coward and the most brutal was very contradictory. One that really stuck with her was the battle he had with three scouts, apparently there was only one that was able to outsmart Starscream and escape. It had led the commander to grow more hostile to scouts and lower ranks of the autobot cause as a result.

He had learned his lesson that ranks don't matter on the battlefield. Only wit and sheer determination.

“Oh shit-”

“It’s Starscream!” Ironhide announced transforming causing the other autobots to follow. The weapon’s specialist immediately started to get to work on a barrier for protection, “Backup! Take Cover! Bumblebee!” The scout was right behind him picking up a blue truck for a shield. The moment would’ve been something to marvel at however the expending screams ruined it.

“No,no, no, no, no! Move!” Lennox ordered, he grabbed two other soldiers from their posts gesturing for others to follow suit. It was obvious the aircrafts were not going to be able to defend them against Starscream in time, and now that (Y/n) thought about it was probably for the best. The fire back from the decepticon would have led to many plane crashes leaving more casualties in the city with the tall buildings.

“Back up! Back up!”

“Retreat! Fall back!” But it was futile; the tanks were already in position and all they could do was get out of them. The men stumbled over themselves to get away from the danger before them. Civilians being dragged along the way if they were hiding in nearby alleys and stores.

(Y/n) grabbed both Mikaela and Sam ducking for cover. Her heart was racing, she made it halfway on the ground before she felt it, the hot sizzling explosion causing the ground to rumble and break before them. They flew a few feet from impact, blinding them for a few moments.

“Anybody hurt? Everyone in okay?” Lennox screamed. He helped Mikeala giving her a once over before turning to Sam, “Where’s (Y/n)?!”

The said girl was on her side by a gray vehicle turned upside down. She let out a small whimper before shifting on her back, accidentally hitting her head against metal. At first she thought it was debris from the explosion, possibly from the truck. Until her eyes focused from the fog, seeing the infamous black and yellow signature of a cybertronian ped.

Only the thing is-it wasn’t attached to its owner.

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Separation

Based on this request: "Y/n is Bree’s Twin Sister. Y/n is dating Wyatt except her parents didn’t know, one night Wyatt snuck in at midnight until her parents saw and took him away. Her friends teamed up & went to get Y/n & told her they will save Wyatt. Y/n told her parents that Wyatt is not a monster he is the love of her life & her parents accepted their relationship."

a/n in the original request sent to me by someone on wattpad, wyatt was literally jailed for being seen with reader (and he proposed at the end??) so great liberties were taken to,,, not do that,,,

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It is very important to be normal in a town such as this one. Seabrook fosters its complacent children, nourishes them on the drink of supposed independence and keeps them hemmed in by clipping their wings each and every time they try to fly. This is not a place of doers, only of dreamers. Sometimes that’s enough for people. Sometimes it isn’t.

It makes no sense that a town blessed with the two perfect parts of a story, the monsters who run wild and the heroes who live vicariously through them, would cut themselves off from a wonderful existence by trying to separate one half of its populace. The zombies were the first to be kicked aside, and although they were tentatively welcomed back recently, the werewolves are the next to be removed.

Tensions are highly fraught, nerves as tightly wound as a spool of wire. One day, they’re all going to snap, and then what will come of your perfectly manufactured town? The supposedly perfect ones have all taken up pastels as their chosen colors; the blood will not wash out easily, the stain will always be seen.

War has forever been a distant foe, however, an ending that both parties would rather avoid. Conflict only leaves scars, it never heals. Both the monsters and the townspeople prefer to find a solution that doesn’t avoid fighting. It is unfortunate, then, that solutions from both sides are so drastically different.

The humans want a more palatable existence. It is easy to forget that people are different if you force them to blend into your society. They’ll be forced to cut away every part of themselves that doesn’t fit within the ‘normal’ box, and after that, everything will be fine.

The zombies and werewolves, on the other hand, want to be proud of themselves. They desire a life for them, not for the humanized versions of themselves. Is it really so much to ask for a world that could stand to look them in the eyes for longer than a second? Yes, Seabrook whispers back, yes it is.

That leaves everyone in some sort of transient middle ground, a constant escalation of tensions that can only end badly. Everyone’s waiting for the pin to drop, the first blow that will finally let the battle begin in earnest. All anyone needs is an excuse, and then things can really get going.

In the meantime, while everyone waits for proof that they were right all along, you’re doing your best to imagine yourself in a world that’s significantly more welcoming. You were one of the first to greet the zombies with open arms and hearts. You befriended Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo along with your close friend Addison and your twin sister Bree.

Everyone told you that you were making a mistake for trying to get to know the zombies, but you can gladly prove them wrong now. Zed and the others are some of your best friends. Sure, you might not have green hair to match, but that doesn’t stop you from having the exact same sense of humor or spirit to do well in school or sports. They’re good people, and the fact that they aren’t human should not be enough to automatically disqualify them from the life they deserve.

Now, you’re doing the same thing with the werewolves. Funnily enough, Zed initially distrusted the werewolves once they first arrived, but you’ve never doubted them. They’re just another group in Seabrook, ready for a shot at making the life they want so desperately.

You’re not just interested in the welfare of the werewolves for the sheer purpose of making new friends, though. Truth be told, you’re far more attached to one werewolf in particular than any other, and that boy would be Wyatt Lykensen. It only took you a few weeks to start liking him in earnest, and ever since you’ve been unable to let him go.

As it turns out, Wyatt feels the exact same way. You don’t know that you’ve ever felt happier than when Wyatt first asked you out, but now you get to experience that same joy every single day that you can wake up and know that he loves you just as much as you love him.

The only problem is that the rest of Seabrook does not feel quite so delighted with the whole affair as the two of you. Seabrook may avert its eyes when letting werewolf students through the door of its high school, or tolerate neighbors who aren’t human with all the barely restrained impertinence it can manage, but it draws definite lines in the sand when it so desires.

This, as it turns out, would be one of such instances. Addison, Bree, Zed, and the rest of your friends all know about the fact that you’re dating Wyatt, but no one else does. That’s as much for your personal safety as the threat of judgment. You know it’s for the best, but you hate feeling like you have to hide the best part of your life like some terrible secret.

It’s eating away at you, the constant spread of white lies designed to shield you. You end up spending sleepless nights thinking about what it could be like to live in the bright light of the truth, to exist in a world that wouldn’t hate you just for who you love.

On one of such nights, you can bear it no longer. The rest of your family is asleep, so you have no qualms about texting Wyatt. You didn’t ask him to visit, but when you hear a series of sharp raps on your window within about ten minutes, you certainly don’t mind throwing open the sash and letting Wyatt in.

His arms are around you in a matter of moments, and just like that, you feel infinitely better.

Wyatt laughs against your hair. “Lonely, are we?”

You swat him on the shoulder, but you can’t find it within yourself to put much ire into the gesture. “You’re the one who rushed over here.”

“Yeah,” Wyatt says, very pleased with himself, “I did. I’m very glad I did, too. I couldn’t have my best girl moping around for no reason, could I?”

“No,” you smile, “you couldn’t. I’m glad you came.”

Wyatt nods, pulling away slightly so he can get a better look at you. “What’s wrong, Y/N? You’ve been so strong this whole time, what happened?”

You sigh. “I’m just sick of all this, you know? I hate running around and hiding. I just want to love you without having to feel like I’m committing a crime. Is that really so bad?”

Wyatt lets out a slow breath. “You know I want you more than anything, and if you feel like you want to tell people, I’d do it without a second thought. I just need to know that you’re not going to get hurt by this. I don’t want people talking badly about you behind your back.”

You grimace. “That’s going to happen anyway.”

Wyatt gives you a lopsided half smile. “Doesn’t mean it’s right.”

“I know,” you begin, but your voice drops off when Wyatt holds up a hand.

“Wait, what was that?” He asks.

Your brow furrows. “What was what?”

Wyatt cocks his head to the side, listening hard, and his eyes widen. “Someone’s coming.”

You feel a knot of panic twisting in your stomach. “You have to go. Now!”

Wyatt starts to lunge back towards the window, but it’s too late. The door to your room is flung open, and you’re greeted with the terrifying sight of both your parents standing over the threshold.

Their faces contort in twin expressions of horror. “What is he doing here?” Your father demands.

From the emphasis he puts on the pronoun, you’d think that your father was referring to a convict or criminal, not a fellow student, and especially not the boy you love.

Wyatt’s face pales. “I’ll be going now. Sir.”

Your father shakes his head. “Not a chance.”

Before either of you can do anything, your father grabs Wyatt by the arm, pulling him back out of your room and down the hall, where they disappear out of sight. You try to follow them, but your mother holds you back. No matter how much you plead for her to let you go, she stands firm until you can hear nothing more.

They refuse to tell you what happened to Wyatt. In fact, you have no idea if your boyfriend is even alright until school the next day. You show up to Seabrook High in a state of complete disorder. The entire night, you were plagued with fears that he had been seriously hurt, all because you missed him.

Addison rushes to your side the second she sees you. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“You look terrible,” Zed asks helpfully. He changes his tune once Addison elbows him sharply in the ribs. “Ouch! I mean, you look scared. Is everything alright?”

“No,” you say miserably, “I was up late talking with Wyatt last night and my parents found out. My dad dragged him out of my room and I have no idea what happened to him. I’m terrified that–”

Your voice breaks off, and your friends’ faces twist in expressions of identical horror. Before anyone can try to lie and assuage your fears for the time being, the doors to the school open and the very boy you’ve been wanting most to see walks in.

If Zed thinks you look terrible, Wyatt must be on an entirely different level. The hollows under his eyes are dark, and he shuffles as he walks, like something had happened to him to stop him from being able to stand or even exist normally. What’s more, as he limps past you, he averts his eyes, and puts as much distance in between the two of you as possible.

Even though the two of you have been previously hiding your relationship, you have at least been able to be friends. Wyatt avoiding you now is certainly not a good sign.

Zed winces. “I’m going to figure out what’s up with him. You stay here.”

You don’t know that you could move if you tried. Addison pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, I’m sure it’s going to be okay. Don’t assume the worst until we know for certain what happened, alright?”

You nod haltingly. “I think it’s going to be pretty bad regardless. Look at him, Addison. He won’t even acknowledge that I’m here.”

You watch as Zed approaches Wyatt. Although you can’t hear exactly what is being said, you can see that Wyatt looks unwell. He moves slowly, unwilling or perhaps unable to commit to any great display of strength.

Soon enough, Zed is jogging back to you. “Your dad took him to the Z-Patrol,” he relates, “they shook him up real good.”

Your hand flies to your mouth. “Is he okay?”

“Not really,” Zed winces, “but he doesn’t blame you, trust me. He made me promise that I’d tell you that. It’s just that they are watching him to make sure he doesn’t get any closer to you, and he really, really doesn’t want to find out what they’d do to him if he broke that rule.”

You lean back against your locker, feeling completely devastated. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought him to my house. I knew exactly how it would turn out.”

“No, you didn’t,” Addison says soothingly, “none of this is because of you. Wyatt knows that, we all do. Wyatt made the choice to show up. Besides, I think I have an idea as to how we can fix this.”

You glance at her questioningly. “And how’s that?”

Addison allows a small smile to cross her face. “We petition the Z-Patrol themselves. I’ve had my experience of wrangling with them back when I first started dating Zed. Trust me, I can get them to leave you and Wyatt alone.”

You nod. “Let’s do that as soon as we can.”

After school you, Bree, Addison, and the rest of the friend group hurry over to the headquarters of the Z-Patrol. Addison leads the way inside, and you take the fact that the chief officer groans upon seeing her arrive as proof that she has indeed spent a lot of quality time getting her way in here.

“What do you want this time?” The officer asks, irritated.

Addison crosses her arms across her chest. “I need you to back off of Wyatt Lykensen.”

“No can do,” the officer grumbles, “the L/Ns said they wanted him kept away from their daughter. That would be you, I’m assuming?”

You nod when he points at you. “Yeah, and I want the restraining order gone. He’s not a danger, trust me.”

The officer glowers. “Rules are rules. I’m not lifting that thing.”

Addison’s brow furrows. “We’re not leaving until you do. Wyatt is a good person. Get rid of the order.”

It only takes half an hour of Addison badgering the officer for the order to be removed. According to her, that’s a personal best, which makes you wonder just how long she’s been in there before. She certainly seemed confident that you would succeed, if that’s any indication.

Once you have signed and documented proof that it’s alright for you to see Wyatt again, you all but sprint back to the home of the werewolves. Willa greets you there, and although she looks hesitant to let you inside, she backs off quickly when she sees you’ve got proof that it’s alright for you and Wyatt to be together again.

“He’s been absolutely crushed by this,” she whispers as the two of you walk, “although I have to say that you look pretty rough too.”

“I just want him back,” you say, “he didn’t deserve any of this.”

“I know,” Willa says after a pause, “but you didn’t either. Come on, he’s right in there. Go give him the good news.”

You don’t make her repeat it. You rush into Wyatt’s room. It takes him a few moments to realize what’s happened and that it’s okay to be together again, but after that initial discovery, he’s beaming ear to ear. He catches you up in a hug and you can finally, finally start feeling better again.

You spend quite a bit of time just talking with Wyatt and making sure that he’s alright. After that, he insists on walking you home. All goes well and you’re having a wonderful time just being with him again until the two of you linger a little too long at your door and your parents show up again. They look ready to throw a fit again until you hold up a hand. This time, you’ll be standing your ground.

“Don’t,” you say decisively, “I’m not leaving him. I don’t care what you do, I don’t care what you do, I’m not leaving him.”

Your father’s face is stony. “He’s a werewolf.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “And, unfortunately, I’m not. It would be extraordinarily cool if I was, but I’m not.”

Your father blinks in surprise. “But you were born a human?”

“And Wyatt was born a werewolf. Neither of us can change, so we don’t hold it against each other. Why should you?”

Your father opens his mouth to argue, but your mother steps forward again. “You’re sure you love him?”

You nod. “More than anything.”

By your side, Wyatt breaks out into a radiant smile, one that can’t be stopped even when your father directs the full force of his glare towards your boyfriend.

Your mother nods once. “Alright, then. If you’re so sure, why would we stop you?”

Your father blinks in surprise. “What?”

Your mother spreads her hands. “I’d rather know it’s happening than have these two sneaking around our backs all the time. Besides, we haven’t actually seen Wyatt do anything wrong yet, have we?”

It looks like your mother may have felt more than a small shred of remorse over sending Wyatt away that night. You’re certainly not going to argue against it.

You beam at Wyatt as your parents walk back into the house. “That actually went pretty well.”

Wyatt chuckles. “Yeah. I like it when you try to be intimidating. It’s very cute.”

You pretend to frown. “I thought I was doing a good job of being scary.”

“To anyone else, maybe,” Wyatt grins, “I can see right through it, though.”

You arch a brow. “Can you really?”

“Very much so,” Wyatt assures you. To prove it, he pulls you in for a kiss. Your spirits are lifted just like that.

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lily-drake · 6 months

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The Demon's Queen

Chapter Fifteen

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One month passed both far too soon and not soon enough. She hadn’t received any information from anyone on what she would be doing, but her training was ramped up tenfold. She hadn’t been this sore and bruised since her first few months of training.

“What on Earth was that ?” Maha bellowed from where she stood on the side of the mat. Marinette grit her teeth as she ducked under another blow made by the bulkiest of her oh-so-precious Jackals.

“I must agree with you Maha,” Hadid sighed, “and here I thought she had finally mastered the move.” He sounded disappointed and it pulled at something inside Marinette. For some reason, a part of her felt upset at the thought of upsetting Hadid. She could care less about Maha, but failing Hadid made her want to fight even harder. She felt like she needed to prove herself to him.

Feigning a punch she ducked before kicking out and pushing him off valence slightly. But the second that it took for him to fall back into position was just enough for Marinette to get close and hit multiple of the central pressure points she learned about from Tomoe, paralyzing his arms, shoulders, and neck. Then with one last well placed kick he was down with her on top of him squeezing his windpipe until he tapped out as best as he could with his paralyzed arm.

Marinette stood up. She expected her legs to start shaking, for her breath to be staggered, to feel scared about what she had just done. But no, she felt calm, her legs were steady, and she felt proud of herself. She felt like she had finally accomplished something great.

She looked up, her face an emotionless mask. Maha had her usual displeased frown, not giving away any emotions. But when she looked up and saw the large Cheshire grin Hadid was giving her she felt a cold shiver of fear run down her spine. His face was unnatural, but it showed just how proud he was of her.

“Still a long way to go with you, but it’s a good start,” Maha finally growled out, “at least you have proven ready for your mission.”

Marinette stared down at one of the men that had caused her so much pain and distress. She should despise him for the pain he’s put her through, after all he chose this life. He chooses to live a life that causes the pain and suffering of others. She should just leave him to get back up on his own. After all, it was just a training spar.

Hadid’s voice from so many months ago rang through her mind, “Your defiance against your allies could lead to your demise. Be careful of who you make your enemies.” Marinette didn’t like it, but she knew what she needed to do.

She lifted her hand and was actually rather surprised when the man—she’d been sparring him for months now and still didn’t know his or the other’s names—took her hand. Like usual he didn’t say a word and when dismissed by Maha, he disappeared.

__________ Damian was worried about sending her on this mission. It was the strangest thing he’d ever felt before. Never once had he worried over the safety of his servants. If they died it was simply because they were not strong or skilled enough to over power their enemies and return. But this, this was different.

He had chosen Marinette himself, had hand picked her to be part of his most elite. If she died here it would not only mean that she was not strong enough, but that he had made a mistake in his beliefs. He could not allow that to happen.

His mother was gone—something about a private affair she needed to see to—so she couldn’t tell him if he had indeed been mistaken in his decision or not. He didn’t feel like he had made a mistake, he needed her to see exactly what they’re fighting and why. Needs her to see that he is not the villain. Of course he is no hero either, heroes are naive and can only bring themselves to carry out the barest sentence of justice.

Take his father as an example. He calls himself and his little Posey “the heroes of Gotham”, but nothing ever changes. His enemies always escape their cages, always kill more innocents, always spread destruction and chaos, and then what happens to them? They’re sent back to their broken cages only to reoffend again and again.

Todd had the right idea when he broke the moral code and killed the monsters he found. With them gone and the others controlled under Hood’s reign, the people under his protection are truly safe.

Damian stared out across his balcony overlooking the entire base. He watched the silhouettes of Marinette and her team—The Jackals Maha liked to call them—headed towards the entrance where a helicopter was waiting to take them on their mission.

Something was pulling at his chest. A strange dropping sensation in his gut telling him to follow her. Telling him that something would go wrong and that he needed to be there to ensure her return. He ignored it. She would return, she is strong enough that she will live through this. It’s not even that complicated of a mission. The feeling of unease still remained.

__________ The helicopter ride to the “airport” was an interesting—unsettling—experience. All four of them, plus the pilot—so five—sat in complete silence the whole way. They were all dressed in their robes, faces covered and weapons strapped and hidden all along their bodies. Once they made it to a secret bunker of sorts they switched to a messenger plain where the shortest of the Jackals took over and began to fly them to G* knows where.

“I should probably know your names while we are on this mission if we want to communicate effectively.”

“And you will need a code name so we do not blow your cover.” The smallest of the group said tersely. The voice was obviously female though she spoke with a slight accent, but it was still a shock to hear it after so many months of nothing but silence. She had honestly wondered if all of them were actually mute or not.

“You may call me Rajani. My brother,” she pointed to the most muscular of them, “is Azrael, and he,” she pointed to the second man, “is named Hosaam. Now we must pick a name for you.”

“Khata sounds just fine to me,” the pilot—Azrael—grunted. Marinette’s brows furrowed at that. Through her studies of the Arabic language she had quickly found the name Maha had given to her as one of the biggest insults she had received. Everyday she would call Marinette a mistake. Everyday she would say that the name Khata was the only thing she had truly earned. It burned her insides and made her push herself if only to prove her wrong.

“I agree,” Hosaam nodded, arms folded in front of him. “It is a good name for this mission. No one would suspect.” The others nodded allowing the silence to fill the space once more. Marinette but her lip. She did not wish to be known in the field as “The Mistake”, but she knew arguing would only activate her supposed Allie’s, so she remained silent.

It took nearly 11 hours for them to reach their destination. 11 hours were the only noise was the whirring of the plane’s engine. It made her skin itch, but Marientte did her best to make as few movements as possible. She didn’t trust that either of these three wouldn’t try something if she left herself vulnerable in any way. Marinette was honestly surprised with how smooth the plane ride went. She had assumed that–with her luck–something would have gone wrong. But no, from the air to landing not a single misfortune moment had occurred–she wondered if that was because she no longer had any access to her miraculous.

They had landed in a sort of bunker, away from the public and any cameras that could have picked them up. She followed the Jackals to a sideroom where a large table sat in the middle of the room with a set of black blue construction manuals. “Where are we?” Marinette asked, breaking the tense silence.

“ Fortaleza, Brazil,” Rajani stated, shoving a flashlight into her hands. The others gathered around the table and turned their flashlights on before shining it above the paper, revealing the structural design of a large warehouse with text written all around it in the League’s Dialect. Marinette followed suit as she studied the design and read about their mission.

A large worldwide trafficking ring will be meeting in this city in two days. The ring leader will be the last to arrive minutes before they begin auctioning off hundreds of children to the highest bidders. Nearly everyone attending are people that oppose The League of Assassins and have been trying to destroy it. Their job is to break into the event, free the children, and kill everyone in attendance ensuring the safety and secrecy of the League and its existence.

The warehouse was large, and located in a deserted part of the city. It was far enough away from the Favelas to keep the public away while also close enough to not be a conspicuous meeting place. In order to ensure a peaceful gathering, the gangs and cartels were all paid off as were many of the cops.

“It will be best if we can get in and out.” Rajani began to plot, “I will ensure that all of the exits are sealed off while Hosaam sets up a trap. Khata and Azrael will be in the audience ensuring crowd control. We have the guest list, so it is of utmost importance we ensure everyone on this list only enters the building. I wonder if it would be best for one of us to go in as one of the children though,” everyone’s gaze turned to Marinette.

She felt a shiver up her spine from how intense everyone’s eyes were. They were all cold, calculating, distant. They were assessing in their minds whether or not she would actually fit in, and unfortunately for her, it was rather well. Marinette was short, her full height only coming to 157.48 centimeters (5ft 2in). She was petite, and was still covered in large bruises from her shoulders down from all of the sparing she has had to endure.

“It would make finding and freeing the children more manageable,” Azrael grumbled, tilting his head slightly as he studied her, “as long as she put up a convincing act.”

“And what if I’d rather not be the caged child,” Marinette snapped, meeting his gaze. She couldn’t see it as he still wore his mask, but she could feel his smirk, his cold brown eyes boring into hers.

“You don’t get a choice.” The coolness of his voice sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn’t let them see how much he frightened her.

What if she became like that? Cold, uncaring, cruel. How would she ever be able to live with herself?

“Where are we supposed to take the kids once they’re free,” Marinette snarked, changing the subject, “we aren’t doing all of this just to let them wander off and get taken by someone else.”

“The Demon’s Head has a plan. We take them to the rendezvous point four miles East of the warehouse–transport will be provided. Once they are dropped off we leave,” Rajani reported calmly. “We have our own rendezvous a mile north from there. If we do not arrive by twenty-two hundred hours we will be stranded here and forced to return in disgrace.”

This was a lot for Marinette to take in. Here was a top secret ninja league that had kidnapped her rescuing a bunch of children while also killing the children's tormentors. What was their goal here? Like Rajani had started, there were going to be hundreds of people who planned against The League here, and their main purpose was to eliminate them–Marinette wanted to gag–but why save the children. Why not just let them die as well in the collateral? Why go through the trouble of ensuring they’re safe at all?

“What’s the most efficient way to kill the others? There will be hundreds of people, and if even one person senses something off or dies too early, everything will be over.” Hosaam spoke for the first time since the flight, nearly making her jump. His voice was rough and deep, deeper than she imagined, though she didn’t know why.

“Poison is out of the question, too easy for something to be messed up in the interim,” Rajani muttered to herself as he brought her hand up to cup her covered chin. “There are too many people for a frontal attack, explosions hold too much risk to the cargo,” Marinette bit her lip to keep her from lashing out at calling the kids “cargo”.

“We could gas the place. First we could gas the place. Sleeping gas first, then nitrogen gas. Kills them fast and is untraceable. We get in, then we get out,” Hosaam supplied.

“We’d have to get the kids out first, kill the guards and switch them places, but it should work.” Rajani agreed with a firm nod. Reaching across the table to grab a single match, lighting it against the table before tossing it onto the blueprints. Marinette watched as the blue paper material burned black and red, turning to ash in front of her eyes. She couldn't help but think of a dress that she’d like to make based on the burning paper flying around her.

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If the batfam all starred in one commercial together what would it be? How would the commercial go? Who would be in their hero personas vs. who would be civilians?

I hope you know I hated writing every word

The commercial opens with Alfred getting ready in the morning and brushing his teeth with Colgate toothpaste while telling himself he needed the extra enamel protection. The camera then cuts to him putting the final touches on his suit and opening a drawer full of fancy watches, choosing a gold Rolex.

He then goes downstairs to start breakfast, where he switches on the Keurig and refills the water using a Brita filter. Damian slides down the banister and reaches for the Fruity Pebbles to go with his Silk almondmilk. When Alfred objects, Damian says, “But Alfred, Fruity Pebbles contain essential daily nutrients like 25% of your Vitamin B6.”

Just as Damian finishes breakfast, Dick rushes down, grabs a cup of coffee, and tells Damian he’s gonna be late. They hop into a Mercedes Benz where Dick uses the voice commands to “Play that song from the Huggies commercial on Spotify” and the car starts playing Born To Be Wild.

At school, Damian catches up with Carrie for their art class. Carrie dumps a backpack full of Crayola markers onto the table and they start drawing. Halfway through, Colin Wilkes interrupts Damian with his Nintendo Switch, where he’s playing Pokémon Sun and Moon. The whole class gathers around, with the window beside them.

The ad then zooms past the window into an ordinary-looking car. The driver has his phone propped up with the Lyft app telling him the directions. In the back seat, Signal is watching through the window while licking a spoonful of Sabra hummus when he spots an MCU monster leap across a building as the streets break into chaos. Signal hops out of the moving car and redirects the civilians away from the chaos before saying into his comms, “We got a situation here.”

Cut to Spoiler already on the roof, gravel crunching beneath her Nikes. She battles a round with the monster before spotting a masked culprit manipulating it from the ground. She swings down to confront him, but before she can get to him he runs down into the subway tunnels. Spoiler follows, only to be stopped by the turnstiles requiring a ticket. Thinking fast, she whips out her Capital One credit card and gets her tickets from the machine.

She runs across the subway platform past Cullen, who doesn’t notice the commotion as he’s listening to a podcast with Beats headphones while munching on a Taco Bell burrito. She follows the villain on top of a moving train only to lose him above ground in the crowd. Then, she pulls out her Samsung flip phone and opens up the tracker she put on him in the fight.

Back on the ground, Red Robin gets the ping and hops on his Harley Davidson. While riding, he spots traffic up ahead so he says, “Hey Google, find me a shortcut.” RR takes a detour through an alleyway, accidentally spilling a bag of Blue Buffalo that the stray dogs come and chown down. He spots the culprit disappear into a busy plaza full of businesses. He parks his bike and enters a Red Robin restaurant, where he orders a basket of bottomless steak fries, pulls out his iPad, and tries to triangulate the villain’s location.

Then, Red Hood plops in front of him and orders a glass of Jack Daniels. They’re talking when suddenly, a group of henchmen enter the restaurant and hold everyone hostage as they demand the restaurant give them all their ice cream. Red Hood leaps in before they could take the Klondike bars and throws them through the tables while his voiceover says, “Now you know what I’ll do for a Klondike bar.” Red Robin stops him before he can go too far and hands him a Snickers, saying, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.” hey tie the goons up and find a piece of paper detailing where the main criminal will be, and they sent the intel to the person who’s closest: Orphan.

Orphan is out on a longer country road but has full bars thanks to Verizon’s 5G family plan. She catches up to the mystery villain and they’re neck-and-neck in a high-speed chase. She lands a tracking chip but he lands a shot in her front tire, forcing her to stop with nothing but woods around her. Suddenly, a chipper little gecko hops onto her bike and tells her about GEICO’s motorcycle insurance and roadside assistance. While she’s getting her bike fixed, she starts sneezing from the pollen and gives Selina a quick call asking her to grab some Claritin.

We then cut to Selina shopping, where she grabs the Claritin alongside a pack of extra-absorbent Tampax and a bag of Lays potato chips, getting of course a generous Walgreens discount that comes as one of many perks to her Bank of America card. She then heads to Kate’s house. Kate, who’s in the kitchen, is notified by her Ring doorbell camera. They greet each other and set up in the living room, where HBO Max gives them a whole bunch of choices.

In the middle of watching Game of Thrones, the WiFi suddenly cuts out. They call Harper, who tells them they should switch to Xfinity not just for their house, but to use anywhere they go. While reconnecting the TV, parts of the wall fall apart so Harper heads to Home Depot to get the supplies to fix it. After buying the supplies, she counts her quarters and heads for the vending machine.

It eats her money and she’s just about to give up trying to get her drink when Batman puts in a dollar and gets two cans of refreshing Coca-Cola. He hands one to her and keeps the other. He takes a sip right as he spots the Villain of the Day on another building’s rooftop. Batman tosses his drink aside and corners the villain, who turns out to be Condiment King armed with the deadliest form of superheated Heinz ketchup. Condiment King fought hard, but Batman was always one step ahead thanks to the battle strategies he learned from leveling up his kingdom in Raid: Shadow Legends.

Batman defeats Condiment King by throwing him off the roof, where he lands on Commissioner Gordon’s car, much to the latter’s shock. It sets off the alarm and Batman gives a quick apology before carting Condiment King away. The Commissioner shakily makes a call to State Farm, who’s there for him like a good neighbor. Jake from State Farm asks what the red stuff on the windshield is and it’s ketchup, so the Commissioner quickly pulls out his handy Mr. Clean Magic Eraser to wipe it up. He also texts his daughter saying he’ll be late.

At home, Barbara tells her dad not to worry because she has Pepperidge Farms’ ready-made frozen meals. While it’s heating up, she switches her glasses and logs onto her computer as Oracle. She gets a notification that there were 26 failed attempts at hacking into her computer. She smiles smugly because it’s all thanks to NordVPN that her devices are safe and she can do her duty as a Gotham hero. The commercial ends with her voiceover going, “To download, go to www.nordvpn.com and enter the promo code ORACLE for 30% off your first 3 months.”

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Bakugou x f!reader Warnings/Tags: panic attacks, flashbacks, pro hero training ensues, a teeny tidbit of jealousy from bakugou 👀 Word Count: 5.3k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

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“Can you put your gun somewhere that’s not on your body?” Bakugou asks you when you reach outside of the gym doors of the agency. Your head swivels up quickly, eyes darting around him to see if anyone nearby heard, but the space is empty. Oddly so, for an agency bustling with too strong heroes. You wonder if he played a part in clearing the space.

“You don’t know if I have it, or not.” You frown at him, even though the warmth of the gun rests against your hip. Bakugou fixes you with an unamused face, and you stare back at him, even going as far as crossing your arms.

“I’m not gonna pat you down.” He tells you, matching your stance when you don’t budge. “And I really don’t need another shot hero in this agency.” He fires at you, eyes glancing to his shirt covered shoulder. You bristle at that, chewing your cheek before you huff loudly, exasperated.

“Keep bringing that up, why don’t you?” You groan, unholstering your gun from your hip as you hold it tightly in your hands, finger surprisingly away from the trigger.

“I’ll bring it up until the day I die.” Bakugou spat back pettily, eyeing the gun in your hands before looking up at you and cocking his eyebrow.

“Well let me bring that day closer to you, then.” You mutter, pointing the gun to the center of his chest. But he doesn’t flinch, only rolls his eyes at you before the gun goes limp in your hands as you hand it off to him. He takes it gently, unloading the clip and pocketing the heavy metal.

“Get yer ass in there already.” Bakugou grunts to you, holding the door of the gym open to you. You walk in, first sticking your tongue out at him childishly as he narrows his eyes at you.

On the other side, is a huge fucking gym, one that has absolutely no reason to be that big. It’s filled with racks and weights heavier than ten times the size of you, a couple treadmills, an open space with a hard mat on the floor, and some boxing sandbags that someone is occupying at the moment. He’s the only one in the gym currently, and you definitely think this was set up by Bakugou, because the redhead pauses mid punch to face you, grinning instantly and calling out your real name.

You falter in your steps, stomach suddenly dropping, haunches rising. Bakugou curses at you for almost making him run into you, but you don’t really hear him at the moment. All you can focus on is the too big man in front of you, with his unnaturally sharp teeth, his bulking frame, and intimidatingly large hands that reach out for you.

You take a shaky step back when he gets too close, ears filled with cotton as Bakugou’s voice calls out in the empty gym. But you can’t focus on him, can only focus on the too familiar build, the too sharp teeth, the too unnerving figure.

Oh, you wanna try to defend yourself? Wanna put up a fight, huh? Go ‘head, its not like you’d ever win. Fuckin’ weak bitch.

The eery voices that haunt your worse dreams feels like they’re becoming reality again, and it makes your chest tighten as you gasp for breath. This isn’t him, isn’t them, the person in front of you isn’t the one who hurt you, he’s dead, they’re all dead. So why does catching your breath feel so impossible right now?

“Oi,” Bakugou calls out to you, snapping you out of your stupor. You hadn’t even realized that you were shaking all over, that your body had automatically went into your ready stance, your fists up and trembling terribly in front of your face, that your mouth was set in a firm and determined line. You look over to Bakugou who stares at you with his eyebrows furrowed, a hand reached out to you, hesitant, but doesn’t dare to touch. You look back over at the redhead, who’s short brows had turned up in worry, a few steps further back than you had realized, with his hands raised in the air beside his head.

“Oh,” you mumble, slowly coming back to your senses. Your body creaks, feels numb with how you have to unfold yourself. You shake your head, looking between the two men as you try to catch your breath, before landing on the redhead, who hasn’t moved from his position.

“Sorry about that,” you whisper slowly, slightly bowing your head to him. But he only nods to you before glancing back to Bakugou, who’s still staring at you.

“I just,” you swallow thickly as you try to gather your words. “You just remind me of someone. In build. You know?” Your words are choppy, and you feel so fucking stupid when you get a good look at his face and realize who he is.

Fucking Red Riot, one of the most unproblematic heroes ever. One that even you and Vanity liked to a degree. And you almost drop kicked him because his stature reminded you of a dead man. Fuck your life.

“It’s totally fine.” Red Riot finally unfolds himself, arms hanging limply at his sides before he places them on his hips, smiling down softly at you, none of his teeth showing. “I usually get those kinds of reactions from kids and babies.” He smiles again before it drops in panic, his hands shooting out in front of him, and making you flinch.

“Not saying you’re a baby or anything! Just that, you know, being of this size, you kinda get those reactions often.” He starts rambling, and it disarms you more than you expect it to. In minutes, with his rambling and over explaining, you get why he’s loved by so many people. He’s just too big for his own good, you suppose.

“Shut yer damn trap, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou juts in after enough is enough with a roll of his eyes. “I brought her here so you can aid in training, not run your damn mouth.”

You expect the hero, who introduced himself as Kirishima mid ramble, to snap back at Bakugou, the same way you would. But he only handles it with grace, nodding as he rubs at his nape with a sheepish grin.

“Yeah, guess we should get started.” He smiles, looking over at you in confirmation. You can only smile back and agree with him, unaware of the way Bakugou’s eyes narrow at you.

You follow the redhead to the middle of the gym, where the spacious mat lies, watch how he stretches, directing you to do the same. You inhale deeply, thinking back on the exercises your self defense coach taught you, before you begin. They’re light work, with just a few arm stretches and bending your body until it doesn’t feel as stiff anymore. When you finish, you stand straight, pulling your hoodie off, looking around to where you could place it when Bakugou is suddenly beside you.

“I can take that,” he mutters, big hand reaching out in front of him. You blink up at him, wonder why he looks so grumpy all of a sudden, but chalk it up to his face always being like that. You hand him your hoodie wordlessly, watching him turn until he crosses the gym to a bench that rests against the wall, head swiveling back when Kirishima calls out to you.

“Ready to get started?” He asks, boxing gloves stripped from his hands, his own shirt baggy on his form. You match him in your loose sweatpants and a tee that covers your chest and upper arms, hands steadied on your hips as you hear Bakugou walk up a few feet beside you, off the mats. His arms are crossed over his chest, and you can make out the outline of your gun in his pockets. Secretly, you miss the protection of it, but you know that you have to get even stronger if you want to keep saving people.

“Readier than I’ll ever be.” You shrug, to which Kirishima smiles at you. It’s fucking infectious, and you can’t help but give him the tiniest little grin in return, albeit somewhat feral. You hear Bakugou scoff, but you don’t have time to reflect on it before Kirishima charges at you.

Your heart drops instantly, but the moment only catapults you back into your training days, days where you fist fought men thrice the size of you in the streets at night. And even if it is just training, you absolutely refuse to lose.

A few minutes go by, the only sound in the gym you and Kirishima’s grunting and hitting the mat, and Bakugou’s occasional input and instruction, despite repeatedly reminding him that you had your own training. He moves around you guys’ form slowly, eyebrows set deep on his forehead, barking out commands for you to hit him here, use your elbow, to not be afraid of fighting dirty. You wish you could say he did more harm than good with his instructions, but some of what he was saying actually was a little helpful, you guess.

“Self defense and hero training are similar, but vastly different. Get another go at ‘em, and see.” Bakugou commands you, with a jerk of his chin to Kirishima when you two separate, panting as you stare the other down, waiting for the other to make the next move. After a few seconds, you turn your head to glare at Bakugou with a snarl.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You bite at him, before turning back and lunging at the man who’s twice your size. You can tell he doesn’t expect it, neither of them do, and that makes the tussle even more thrilling.

This goes on for a while, with you sneak attacking Kirishima before he starts getting wind of your moves. After that, he starts pinning you, and the anger that lights within you is only the fuel you need to start matching his own moves. Bakugou hollers at out things for you to do, to be aware of, how to attack without relying on sneakiness, how to throw your body weight around.

You punch Kirishima in the stomach once, and damn near think you broke your hand. He freezes at your pained moan, and grabs your hand in his, and it pisses you off that he doesn’t even seem affected by the punch at all.

“I wasn’t even hard that time!” He cries out, to which your head instantly snaps at him. He looks confused for a second before his wording catches up to him, and his face gets as red as his hair. He tries to backpedal his words, but you ignore him in favor of going to punch him again with the other hand, and surprisingly, you get the same results.

“I think that’s enough training for today.” Kirishima laughs at you, now holding both of your hands in his own as he exams them. You frown at him, then at Bakugou who stares down at your linked hands with the redhead. His gaze lingers, eyeing your proximity, damn near toe to toe, before he turns sharply on his heel.

“I’ll get some ice.” He mutters, voice barely heard before he’s gone. You send an inquisitive look to Kirishima, but he only pulls his mouth to the side and shrugs.

“You were good today. Wasn’t expecting that kind of strength on you!” Kirishima praises, his grin big and just a little less frightening than before. “And for you to keep trying, even though you were in pain? That was so amazing to watch.” He sighs in awe, a big grinning lighting up his face as he keeps your hands in his.

“Usually I have to tell people when training them, to fight like their lives depend on it every single time, but you have such a fire burning in you already. It’s commendable and so manly!” He acclaims, shaking your hands around in his to make you chuckle lowly.

If that were anyone else calling your strength manly, you think you’d shoot them in both of their kneecaps. But this is his brand, and its not as shitty as you thought it would be in person. If anything, you smile a tiny little smile, nodding to him.

“Thanks,” you say simply, stepping back when Bakugou returns with a clear bag of ice wrapped in a white hand towel. He doesn’t say anything to you as he hands it off, before awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets, gaze focused on where you finally disconnect from Kirishima.

“You ready to go?” Bakugou asks, head cocking to the side as he surveys the damage to your hands. They’re bruising already, but its nothing that you can’t handle. So you nod at him, before turning to Kirishima again.

“Thanks again. I’ll see you next time, hopefully.” You tell him kindly. He smiles wide at that, pumping a fist into the air excitedly.

“Hell yeah! You were a great training partner.” He grins, to which Bakugou just scoffs under his breath. He turns quickly on his heel again, and you and the redhead share another look before nodding to each other. He calls out a goodbye to Bakugou, but he wordlessly waves over his shoulder as you jog to follow him, still holding the ice to your knuckles.

You two walk out of the busy agency into the warm air outside. There’s a few turns you guys make until the streets lessen with people, and Bakugou finally slows his pace to something more manageable. You glance up at him, his downturned brows and frown, and decide to break the ice.

“Kirishima was nice.” You say softly, and that only seems to make his shoulders hike up even higher to his ears.

“Oh yeah.” He says more than asks, tone sharp and just a little too on the loud side.

“Yeah.” You answer, suddenly feeling the need to poke the bear. “Don’t know why he sticks around with your mean ass, though.” You shrug, pocketing the ice so that your hands can rest on it inside of the front pocket of your hoodie. Bakugou side eyes you, before looking ahead again.

“Shut up.” He mumbles, and it doesn’t carry the same playful bite you’ve gotten accustomed to these past few days.

“How come you were getting so buddy-buddy with Shitty Hair, but I’m still called shit head every other sentence?” He grunts when your silence stretches on for a little too long.

“Because you are a shit head.” You answer simply, and wonder if it was the wrong thing to say with the way his mouth pulls tightly before he falls silent. You stare at him for a while, notice how he avoids your eye, and decide to speak up. Uncertainty always makes your chest squeeze a little harder than usual.

“Is that a problem?” You murmur softly, which makes Bakugou finally look at you again with a confused scrunch of his face.

“Hah? Why would that be a problem?” He tries to sound convincing and unbothered, but he fails miserably at it. You squint at him in question.

“Because you’ve been sulking since our training session. Didn’t expect me to be so strong?” You tease him, bumping him with your shoulder softer than you usually do. But he only frowns deeper, and doesn’t even try to bump you back this time.

“No I expected that.” He answers honestly, before his voice grows quieter in the empty neighborhood you two walk through. “Just didn’t expect you to take an immediate liking to Red.” He confesses, and it suddenly all makes sense.

“Well, I can’t say it was immediate.” You remind him of your panic attack at just the sight of the hero. But Bakugou merely rolls his eyes at that.

“You know what I mean.”

“What, are you jealous?” You shoot back, a little amused at the way the supposedly big bad hero pouts, pale bottom lip jutting out.

“What’s there to be jealous of?” Bakugou snaps, hands curling into fists in his pockets. It startles you, his tone, and suddenly you want to drop the topic. Its a little overwhelming to think about why Bakugou might be so jealous in the first place, why you always feel so warm and comfortable around him recently, why you even handed him your gun earlier with little complaint. So you drop it completely.

“Okay, Bakugou.” You mutter, kicking up a pebble, before starting up again. “Wanna get some sushi?” You ask to lighten the mood. Bakugou snorts quietly before nodding his head, looking to the street signs as he starts guiding you to the nearest restaurant.

“As long as you’re paying.” He mumbles, holding a hand out in front of you when you almost step off the sidewalk without looking. He motions you forward when a car passes, as you scoff loudly.

“I’ll never pay for a man.” You proclaim loudly, earning a few looks from some pedestrians. Bakugou chuckles at that.

“Damn straight.”

…

“So, when will I be able to start patrolling with you?” You ask Bakugou around a mouthful of food, and he only rolls his eyes up from his plate to look at you, before picking up another bite. He shrugs, chewing slowly, speaking around his own food.

“I think you’ll need some hero lessons first.” He tips his head and points his chopsticks at you. You try to bat them away, but he’s too quick, making you narrow your eyes at him.

“Well when is that starting?” You ask him, sipping at your water as you watch him watch you. He’s taking all of you in, the little scar on your forehead, the bags under your eyes, the way your mouth pops off the straw. And you do the same with him—how his jaw works slowly with every chew, his own scar running across his cheek to his hairline, how his eyes scan you, the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallows. You blink out of your stupor when he begins talking.

“It’ll start when you agree to become a hero.” Bakugou says simply, as if the solution was the easiest thing to get to. You groan at that with a dramatic roll of your eyes, resting your head on the table beside your plate.

“You people and your hero business shit.” You complain, reaching a hand up to push your food around on the plate with your chopsticks. You slap his away when they go reaching for a spring roll, and it creates a battle of chopsticks, one that you win surprisingly.

“Can’t get the secrets of being a hero if you don’t agree to it.” Bakugou grunts at you, waiting until you were caught off guard to snatch your food up. You only do the same to his, even though you didn’t even like the spicy shit. He chuckles at your cough when it slides down your throat.

“Shitty hero secrets.” You mutter childishly around your water, to which he only snorts under his breath. When the food is gone, do you both sit there in silence for what feels like forever. He keeps looking at you with these weird looks on his face, and you wish you could read his mind. It’s probably filled with dumb shit, like hero politics, and who has the biggest tits in his friend group. That makes you laugh to yourself.

“The fuck is so funny?” Bakugou asks, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his arms to face you. You only roll your eyes, matching his position, with the tiniest hint of a smile on your face.

“None of your damn business.” You counter back, watching how he scowls so petulantly. It makes you laugh quietly again, and his face softens, just the tiniest bit, before he’s huffing and rolling his eyes again. You two fall in silence once more, your eyes scanning his scars, and he does the same to you. You can’t ask if this is what you’ll look like if you change career paths, as you already match him.

What’s the worse that could happen? A lot, you think to yourself, a lot could happen. But maybe, the reward will become so much greater than the risks you’ve already encountered so often in life.

“I think I wanna become a hero.” You mutter softly into the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant air. Your eyes are focused on your empty plate, suddenly interested in the sauce and tidbits of rice leftover. You can’t meet Bakugou’s eyes, can’t watch the excitement or the hope build, afraid of what you’ll compare it to if it all somehow comes crashing down.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Bakugou says softly, doesn’t make any big hoopla around you agreeing to anything. So your eyes tilt up, hesitantly, and you take in his neutral face. He doesn’t look ecstatic nor does he looks upset, and something about the calmness of it all settles the churning pit of your stomach.

“Before I fully agree though, I’m going to talk to my friend first.” You add on quickly, sitting up in your seat as you plaster your hands on the sticky table. Bakugou nods again at that, still unswayed by your conditions.

“Do whatever you need.” He tells you, tilting his head at you. His voice from this morning rings in your head again, telling you to do whatever makes you comfortable. And he’s sticking by that statement, thankfully, with no pressure. You deflate in your seat, unaware of the breath you had been holding in, stomach untwisting from its previous knots.

You two sit there in silence for a long while again, looking around the emptying sushi bar as the minutes tick on. You think back on your training with Kirishima today, before a thought pops into your mind.

“Will I be able to train with some of your other friends? Like Deku and Shouto?” You ask, imagining what training with them might be like. Your thought bubble is popped though, with the ugly scoff that emits from the back of Bakugou’s throat.

“They’re not my friends.” He rolls his eyes at that, leaning back far into his chair. You hold your hands up in surrender, snickering under your breath.

“Touchy subject, I get it.” You tease, making Bakugou narrow his eyes at you in mirth.

“They’d train with you, though, cause they’re fucking nerds. Deku already talked about how much he could teach you.” Bakugou scoffs a little, eyes far away as if in thought. You smile at that, leaning forward to rest your chin on the backs of your hands.

“Stop holding shitty hero secrets, and tell me all about it.” You say softly, already thinking of ordering another round of sushi, because Bakugou sits up like he’s got a lot to share about his friends-not-friends. And you’re more than willing to listen.

…

Two days after only half agreeing to becoming a hero, do you finally make that dreaded walk to the warehouse. You know Vanity is in there since there was just news of her kicking some dudes ass for groping a woman on the street. But you hesitate, wonder if you should come back later after she’s cooled down, interrupted by the heavy metal door suddenly swinging open.

“You just gonna stand there all day or come in?” Vanity asks on the other side of the door, her eyebrows downturned, but you catch a hint of a smile on her face. It instantly calms you, and you sag your body into her welcoming arms with a heavy sigh. She only laughs, dragging you inside, as someone leaving out closes the door behind you.

“Missed your annoying ass.” She says quietly into your hair when you finally straighten up to hug her back. Her embrace is so warm, so tight, so nurturing as it always is, and you release the tension you hadn’t realized you were carrying the entire way here.

“Missed you too. And your cheap food.” You murmur back, feeling her whole back shake with laughter, making you laugh too. You both stand there in the entryway to the warehouse hugging for a while, before she’s the first one to pull away. She holds you by your shoulders, glancing around to make sure that the room is empty, before she speaks.

“I got your letter.” She whispers still, afraid that any looming ears might catch wind of what she says. The tension instantly springs back into your body, but her scarred hands only grip your shoulders tighter when you tense.

“And I wanted to tell you that I’m not mad at you.” She establishes first and foremost. You can feel the tears instantly spring to your eyes, your head suddenly becoming heavy as it hangs between your shoulders.

“Would I have gone the same route? No, but I’m not you.” Vanity lifts your face up with a single finger by your wobbling chin, her eyes kind where she takes you in.

“I don’t have your experiences in life, I don’t have your brain. I’m not you to dictate and create these decisions for you. You have to do that yourself, and if you believe that this is what suits you best, then I’m going to support you all the way.” She finishes with the kindest smile you think you’ve ever seen, her eye akin to the golden hues of sunlight peeking over the horizon.

It warms you, makes the tears spill over the apples of your cheeks, and you think that maybe she’s the only one in this world who can make you cry this hard and not feel ashamed about it. You pull her in for another hug, your face smushed into her neck, before you murmur into her skin,

“Will you still have that same sentiment when I tell you that I think I might become a hero?” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you can feel the way she tenses all over. But you press your palms into her shoulder blades, pull her in close to you, feel the weight of your words slowly melt off of her skin. She takes a deep sigh in before releasing it all, squeezing you back when the seconds tick on much too slowly for you.

“I will.” She states, voice sure and steady. “Not because I agree with your decision, but because I love and respect you too much to try to guide your life and shield you from everything. You did that for me when I needed it, when I came to you broken, and needing that guidance.” Her voice shakes on the last sentence, and it makes the tears roll around again, as you try to force them back down by blinking quickly.

You think back on Vanity when she first came to you, in quite literal pieces, how terrified she was, how relieved she looked when you told her that you’d take her under your wing. And to see her flourish like this, to mature like this, to support you and guide you and love you, even when you grew into someone that she hadn’t originally sought out? It makes your heart burst with so much love, it pains you.

“But I can’t force it on you, if you only need my support right now.” She murmurs into your hair, rubbing a soothing hand down your back. You take in a shaking breath, swallowing another sob that tries to inch its way up your throat.

“Thank you so much, Vanity.” You croak out, biting at your bottom lip to quiet your sniffles. She squeezes you tight into her chest before she lets go, holding you back by the shoulders again.

“And stop looking for my approval, damnit. You were gonna do anything you’ve ever wanted in life, even if I said not to.” She narrows her eye at your playfully, wiping a stray tear with her thumb as you laugh.

“I mean, yeah, but its nice having some kind of support.” You grin at her, holding her shoulders back as you grin at each other.

“Thank you, again.” You mutter after a long while, grin softening into something sweet that she matches. “You know if you ever need something, I can just take it from him. Well, except for his stove.” You shrug at that, before you both break out into giggles, still holding each other close.

“Damn, that’s the thing I need most!” She rolls her eyes playfully, making you laugh even harder, before it dies out slowly. You two stand there staring at each other, as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and you smooth out the wrinkles in her shirt. You can see the gears in her mind turning, and it scares you, just a little.

“Why a hero, though?” She asks after a while, smile lessening as she tilts her head at you. “I support you, but—why? Looking at their justice system, how corrupt so many of them are? Why would you want to be apart of that?” Her voice diminishes into a tiny whisper, her eye shining something that makes your heart clench.

You think about your answer for a long while, turning it all over in your head. Why did you agree? Was it mainly Bakugou, who has shown you more kindness, compassion, and patience than any man has ever given you? He offered his home to you, even though you had shot him only months beforehand. And yet—he still gifted you shelter without looking for anything in return, not even a yes to becoming a hero.

Was it the benefits? Of being able to be free? To put your name on the capture of a villain, a bad man? The ability to walk outside and inspire so many young kids to fight for what’s right, and push back against anything that’s wrong? Was it the status, the stability that comes with being a hero?

Was it all of that? Was it nothing at all?

“I won’t have to hide anymore.” You shrug softly, mouth quirking up weakly at the corners. “And I wanna make a change in the world, and being a vigilante can limits that at times.

“Obviously, there are limits to being a hero, too, but my reach would spread so much farther. I would be respected, more than I am now, because I’m choosing to show my face and fight for what I believe in.” You squeeze Vanity’s hands in yours, her attention undivided on you and you only.

“Also, I really need the fuckin’ money.” You tack on, making her laugh loudly in the echoing openness of the warehouse.

“Don’t we all,” she smiles at you, eyes casting down to the floor as the silence blankets the two of you for a while again. “I still don’t get it, but I know you’ll make the right decision. I have faith in you.” She whispers, looking at you again with the teeniest hint of a smile. You match hers, squeezing her hands once more as you bite the bullet.

“Do you have enough faith to let me drag you with me?” You ask hopefully, shoulders hiking up in nervousness. Vanity fixes you with a look, and it makes your shoulders drop as you nod at her, already understanding what that face means.

“Your journey is not my own.” She states simply, holding your hands tight in hers all the while. “I support you from my position in life. Just keep me in the loop when you can’t do something, so I can clean it up for ya.” She lets go to hold your face in her hands, squeezing it gently. You smile at her, leaning into her palm, before you pull her into another hug, embracing her tighter than you think you ever have before.

“What are best friends for?” You whisper, and she agrees with the quietest hum.

chapter eight

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Blood of the Hero Ch 10 (Link's Parents play BotW)

HA I hopped onto BotW for funsies and to finish studying and I ended up writing a whole whopping chapter while I was there XD I am... half insane at this point, so editing and everything is meh but whatevs!

Summary: The Soul of the Hero will always be there to save Hyrule. But when Calamity Ganon is nearly victorious in killing him, it's those that bear the Blood of the Hero who will prevail. Ten years after the Great Calamity, the Shrine of Resurrection is damaged and Link's parents fight to save their son and Hyrule along with him.

i.e. Link's parents play BotW while protecting their boy and they are ready to take on Ganon himself if they have to.

(AO3 link)

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To Kakariko - The Sheikah Warrior

Abel had to admit his day couldn’t get much more irritating.

Perhaps irritating wasn’t the right word. He wouldn’t call almost murdering a Hylian irritating, nor would he call finding the dead desecrated irritating, nor being launched to the top of a mountain by a stone talus.

Perhaps, then, this next setback was only completely infuriating because of everything else. And now everything was irritating.

The shrines atop these peaks share a connection—their memory the answer to the other’s question. Commit to memory before you start, lest, a failure, you will depart.

Abel stared glumly at the words on the plaque while Til wandered the shrine, scribbling madly to memorize or draw every inch of the place. They’d already known there was another shrine, so it didn’t take much to piece together the meaning. The issue now was that they had to climb yet another mountain and had nothing to show for it, and would then have to double back to this one.

Despite the former knight’s best efforts to stop himself from using the bomb rune to destroy the shrine altogether, his frustration was very evident to his wife, who offered to use the paraglider to travel between the mountains and investigate the other shrine. Abel had flatly refused; Til was not as good a climber as him, after all, and the height difference between the peaks and possible launch points meant she’d have to climb.

Besides, she’d already climbed the tower. It was evident she was as exhausted as he was. Lunch (dinner? He wasn’t sure at this point) hadn’t helped much.

No, Abel had insisted on going instead. The shrine was a safe place to leave his wife and son.

Til walked over slowly, glaring at the slate.

“What’s wrong?” Abel asked.

“It’s this thing,” she said slowly with no elaboration. Abel’s patience was worn thin, but before he could snappily ask, she continued, “It always talks about a travel gate when we activate things. It has to mean something.”

“Don’t they appear as points on the map?” Abel offered, glancing at Link distractedly. The boy hadn’t moved, but he was at least resting comfortably, bundled in several blankets to make a little bed for him.

“Yes, but why call them travel gates?”

“Because they’re notable travel points?” Abel threw out halfheartedly. He didn’t want to get into this, honestly. He already knew what he needed to do.

Til hummed, hovering her finger over the slate. She scrunched her nose, poking the slate, and Abel refrained from rolling his eyes, patience running out.

“Til, for heaven’s sake, just give me the damn thing so I can take Link—”

The rest of his statement was choked off by a yell of surprise as wife started floating and glowing before vanishing into a string of light .

“TIL!” he shouted, looking around frantically. “TILIETH!”

What had—where did she— what the hell just happened ?!

Link sniffled, but it went unnoticed by his frantic father, who started running around the shrine. When he quickly surmised Tilieth wasn’t inside, he rushed outdoors into a pouring rain, wind whipping chilled pellets of water into his eyes. Shielding himself with his hands, he continued to worriedly search, his heart racing. He couldn’t even fathom what had just happened - it had to be some sort of Sheikah trick, right? He’d seen—

His breath caught. He’d seen Yiga disappear in a mixture of light and enchanted paper. Was this the same sort of magic? He already knew that the old man wasn’t Yiga, it was the king for Hylia’s sake—

A whooshing sound emitted behind him, back at the shrine, and he whirled to see blue strings of light coalesce into his wife, safe, sound, and staring with her eyes wide open.

“Oh,” she said quietly.

“Tilieth!” Abel slammed into her, hugging her tightly before pulling her away to look her over. “Are you alright?! What happened?!”

Tilieth blinked a few times, seeming to orient herself, and then she smiled reassuringly, cupping his cheek. “I’m okay, Abel. It was the slate - look!”

Her unease melted away in lieu of eagerness and curiosity as she held the slate in front of him. At his confused expression, she explained, “The travel gates! If you touch a travel gate the slate takes you there! I just went to the tower and then came back here!”

“It… takes you… the slate teleports you?”

“Yes!” Tilieth smiled. “Isn’t that wonderful? We could travel to any of these shrines!”

Despite the information pouring over him in a similar fashion to the rain, Abel found himself finally growing a little warm with hope. That could make their current predicament much easier.

“Give it to me,” he said, holding out his hand. “I can activate the gate on the other shrine.”

“Not in the rain, you’re not! You can’t climb with Link like this,” Til argued, grabbing his wrist. “Let’s get inside, you’re shivering.”

Shivering though he was, he could tell his wife was trembling almost as badly. Once they reentered the shrine, he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Tilieth rubbed her arms in a small hug, chuckling nervously. “I… I am. Just unsettled by that. But I mean, it’s also great!”

Abel watched her uncertainly. “...Can it transport more than one person?”

Both grew silent, and the large, empty shrine hummed ominously as they contemplated the matter. That wasn’t… exactly something they wanted to test out.

“It… should be safe, right?” Tilieth said hesitantly.

Abel didn’t have any reassurance to give, only the fact that he and Link could potentially use it to get back to this shrine once they’d crossed the mountain. The wind that was sucked in between the Dueling Peaks would at least give them a good boost over, but coming back…

Honestly, it was worth a try if it meant he wasn’t paragliding across mountains with an endless fall waiting for him. He wasn’t exactly a fan of heights.

“Did it hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Tilieth immediately answered. “Honey, I told you I’m fine.”

Abel directed his attention towards Link. His wife didn’t appear to be injured, but he didn’t want to exacerbate whatever Link was enduring.

That was also when he realized that Link’s eyelashes were fluttering. He hastened over to his boy, kneeling and shaking him lightly. “Link. Wake up.”

Tilieth went to his other side, hand resting over his forehead. Despite his efforts, though, the teenager stilled, and his parents sighed.

“We have to try it,” Abel finally said. “We’re running out of time, and I don’t want to risk dropping him either.”

Putting the boy back in his harness, Abel slowly rose and went outside. Tilieth gave him a drawing she’d made of the patterns inside the shrine.

“It has to do with the glowing orbs, I’m sure of it,” she said with conviction. “See what you can figure out. I’ll be here, okay?”

Abel nodded, paraglider in his sweaty grip as the wind howled. Taking a deep breath, he decidedly refused to look down, and despite every fiber of his being screaming to not jump where there is no ground , he kicked off from the mountain.

Having started from the very top of the peak, its twin didn’t seem too much taller. However, the combined weight of the former knight and his boy did drag them down a little bit. Abel grunted when he hit the wall, one arm desperately clinging to a stone while the other put the paraglider away. Then he started to climb, and he had to look up and almost mutter a prayer of thanks when the top was just a few reaches away.

This new shrine mirrored the other one, which wasn’t a surprise. Thankfully, with Til’s drawing, the solution became clear quickly. Abel hastily put the orbs where they belonged and snatched up his son in his arms, letting him touch the barrier that encased the monk. When they were teleported outside, the thought of it gave Abel pause. They were constantly being transported as a group - surely the slate could handle what the shrines could do, then?

With Link resting comfortably on his back, Abel looked at the slate, finger hesitantly hovering over the twin shrine. He swallowed and pressed against it.

Immediately, Abel felt a strange lightness to him. His feet left the ground, and he had a strong sense of pulling before the world went white hot and then vanished into darkness for a moment. Then he blinked and in a dizzying realization found himself standing, shakily, in front of the shrine on the other mountain. He gasped for air, having forgotten to breathe, and then anxiously reached up to feel Link still sleeping peacefully on his back.

That… was… not as bad as he expected. And it was far more efficient.

Thank goodness for that .

Entering the shrine, Abel quickly turned over the parchment that Til had given him to show his own drawing to his wife. He smiled as she watched him hopefully. “It worked. And we can solve this one too now.”

Tilieth stole the parchment away before he could get another word in, eagerly moving orbs around. He settled Link on the floor and watched her, giddy with the utmost relief .

It was about damn time something went their way.

Abel was going to rest a little, but he felt amusement mixed with pity swirl inside him as Tilieth started struggling to carry the ball by the third column. He stepped over to assist her, and she quietly handed the heavy stone over to him, looking a little guilty.

“It’s all right,” he appeased her.

“You’ve been carrying Link all day,” Tilieth sighed. “I wanted to do something for you.”

“You figured out the shrines,” Abel assured her as he placed the last three stones. “That’s more important than anything. Besides, you climbed the tower - you have reason to be tired.”

As his words echoed in the chamber, the entranceway to the monk’s chamber opened with a hiss, and the couple smiled at each other.

By this point they had managed to find three spirit orbs since departing the plateau. That was nearly as many as what was on the plateau itself. After four shrines Link had stopped bleeding and had even awoken briefly to ingest something. Surely if they could find one more, they’d have similar luck. At least, that was the hope.

Hope. Hope . Goddess above, Abel felt a sense of hope . He huffed a little as he watched Tilieth finger comb Link’s hair while they planned their descent down the mountain. Although he’d known the shrine was meant to heal Link, hope was never quite a word he’d thought about or felt since the Calamity.

It probably won’t last , a bitter voice muttered in the back of his mind.

He looked away from his family. No… perhaps it wouldn’t. But for now he wouldn’t fight it. It almost felt real. Besides, he had to focus on the objective, anyway. Arguing about how his emotions were involved wasn’t going to solve their current predicament.

Abel took a step forward, and the slate chirped.

The couple glanced at the object curiously. Was it the sensor again? Did it detect another shrine? Abel’s earlier frustration with the object had lessened considerably, but he was still hesitant to try and follow its signal. Tilieth seemed equally uncertain, as she opted for looking around for physical clues rather than just grabbing the slate and using it as a compass.

His wife gasped in delight as she looked over the edge. “Abel! There’s another shrine along the main path!”

Along the main path ? Glancing in the same area, looking straight down and feeling his stomach twist a little at the height, he saw an orange glow.

Honestly, at this point, he wasn’t sure if he should be pleased that they found the easily accessible one last or exasperated that it was just their luck. Either way, a shrine was a shrine. “Well… that makes things less complicated. It looks like it’s on a trail going down the mountain.”

So they wouldn’t have to climb or jump. Thank the goddess.

The pair moved quickly, saddling up and stepping with haste. The next shrine came into view, and upon entering, the new puzzle quickly became apparent.

“The switches control the platforms,” Tilieth muttered as she stepped on one and watched a flat platform slant so that a ball could roll into an awaiting receptacle. “I suppose the slate was correct in saying timing is critical.”

“These are children’s puzzles, Til,” Abel commented dryly. “Let’s go.”

And children’s puzzles they were. The first was laughably simple and easy, and thank goodness for that. They deserved the break. He again found himself wondering how these were designed to strengthen the Hero in preparation for the Calamity. Timing in battle was important, of course, but regular combat training could teach that far better than this game of switches and balls.

Abel’s mouth twisted downward in mild annoyance as the second puzzle sent the ball flying against a wall and down into the bottomless pit.

“Oh, yes, so very easy,” Tilieth giggled. “Maybe let me do this.”

“I’ve got it,” Abel quipped mildly, slightly annoyed as another ball fell from the ceiling to replace the one he’d lost. He quickly got the second ball in its place, hopping onto the lift to get to the last one. The ball slid into place perfectly with one attempt, and the pair let the lift take them to the final platform. Tilieth’s gaze immediately drifted to a treasure chest that was just out of view, and Abel grabbed her gently but firmly by the hand. “Come on, Til, we don’t have time for treasure hunting. Nearly got someone killed with that.”

Tilieth didn’t argue, reasonably in agreement with him, though she still looked a little disappointed. Abel found it a little endearing - his wife’s excitement for discovery was one of her traits that had attracted him in the first place. But by heaven, if it wasn’t a fault when they had an actual mission to complete.

“You know,” Tilieth said thoughtfully. “We actually haven’t gotten any the chests from any of the last three shrines. Why don’t you rest with Link and I’ll see if—”

“Til,” Abel interrupted with a halfhearted glare.

“I’m serious!” Tilieth argued. “It could have important items! Like the sword I found you.”

“Or all the amber you’ve found?” Abel fired back.

“You need to rest anyway,” Tilieth pointed out. “ I’m the one doing the searching. And now I have a way to travel easily between shrines.”

Abel was going to argue further, but his wife pleading look practically screamed let me have this , and he gave in with a heavy sigh.

It wasn’t like anything inside the shrines had been dangerous this time.

“Fine,” he finally said, admitting defeat.

When the pair was transported outside, Abel returned into the shrine while Tilieth eagerly started messing with the slate. He slid to the floor, placing Link on his lap and leaning against the wall tiredly. It was getting dark - he hoped she wouldn’t take too long.

Abel’s gaze drifted down to his son. The burn on his neck was light pink like freshly healed skin. It had been deeper this morning. He smiled at the improvement, but it would definitely scar.

He still couldn’t believe it had even managed to heal as much as it had. Then again, it had been ten years. How long would it have taken that shrine to finish healing if a decade’s work was what the body could accomplish in a few weeks? Abel knew the boy had been far too injured for proper healing, but…

Abel took one step blindly. Then another. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy, he couldn't get words to form. He reached out, his hand trembling, eyes wide with horror, screams caged in his chest, dying with what was left of his heart.

The still fingers. The still feet. The still body. The paleness, the redness, the black and blue and–

Abel couldn't breathe.

Abel snapped out of the memory, his body rigid from experiencing it anew, shaking his head to rid the images from his mind. Goddess. It had been years since he’d thought about that night.

“Why can’t you just wake up, little knight,” he pleaded quietly, brushing some hair out of the boy’s face.

What he would give to see the boy’s blue eyes again. What he would give to see his boy smile, or frown, or pout, or bear that stony expression that had carved his features for the last few years before everything fell apart. He’d take anything, he’d give anything, just to see him again.

The hum of the lift caught his attention instead, and he saw Tilieth rushing forward with a satisfied smile, light blonde hair disheveled. He raised an eyebrow at her appearance. “Everything… all right?”

“Found some weapons for you,” she said triumphantly, showing him a serpentine spear. “Off to get the chest here.”

Abel shrugged as she ran by, leaving the weapon beside him. She bested the puzzles even faster than he had, knowing what to expect. He lost sight of her, but the anxiety from watching her take off across chasms had started to fade. She had managed so far, after all… and to be honest he was fairly certain his mind was growing numb from exhaustion.

He felt frustrated at that, bringing forth some life in him once more. He couldn’t afford to be too tired to care. He had to protect his family. Before he could properly chastise himself and stand, though, Tilieth was back, presenting him with a new gift.

Abel stared at it. “A bandana?”

“Not just any bandana,” Tilieth said as if she were announcing the star of a play. “The slate said it’s called the climber’s bandana, and it’s enhanced with technology to give you core strength and help you climb more easily.”

Abel’s expression grew deadpan. “A technological bandana that makes me magically stronger.”

“Oh, just try it on!”

He sighed heavily, taking the garment. “I’m going to look like a Lurelin fisherman in this, or worse, a pirate.”

“It might look fetching on you!”

Honestly, it was once again not worth arguing. At least his wife’s fetch quests were over. “We should keep moving. The stable isn’t far from here, and we can rest there for the night.”

Tilieth’s bright expression faded. “...Abel… the stable was destroyed in the Calamity.”

The words settled in his mind like a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. Years of memories spent resting on the last leg of his journey home, or giving the children a break from riding before they set out on a long trip, flashed before his eyes and were burned away in guardian fire. Abel swallowed. “Of course it was. Was there anything left? We could salvage something, at least.”

Tilieth hugged herself, looking away. Abel wanted to kick himself for even asking. She wanted to speak of the Calamity even less than he did. To placate and distract her, he put the bandana on. “How do I look?”

Tilieth giggled, brushing some hair aside that had fallen into his eyes, trapped in place by the cloth. “Like a dashing knight.”

“You always say that,” Abel huffed with a smile, nuzzling her nose. “How dark is it outside?”

“The sun’s already set.”

Abel chewed his lip, debating the matter. It would be better to cover more ground, but if the stable was completely destroyed, they'd have no cover for the beasts of the night.

Tilieth fidgeted. “The slate… did seem to pick up another shrine, though. In the direction of the stable and…”

And the fort.

Abel suddenly felt his blood freeze. He shook it off, though. “Well if there are more shrines, best get them in while we can. Kakariko will be close enough that we can get to it by the end of tomorrow if we just get to the stable.”

Tilieth hesitantly agreed. The couple headed out once more. Tilieth took the paraglider from her husband and hopped off the ledge, giving him anxiety as he called out to her. When he looked down at the main path on the ground, Tilieth was smiling up at him.

“It isn’t that far of a fall,” she reassured him. “And when it’s just me it’s very easy to glide! Oh, I wish I’d had one of these sooner.”

So you could give me a heart attack sooner? Memories of Link and their daughter, Lyra, pitching themselves off the freshly made stable roof to jump into the little pond by their home passed in his mind. He honestly wasn’t sure how he hadn’t gotten grey hair before the Calamity with the way his family was.

Shaking his head, he opted to climb down rather than follow the slope, as it would reunite them faster. As he did so, he found himself moving more expediently, Link somehow feeling a little lighter. Concerned, he looked at his son, but from his vantage he could see nothing different. When he reached the bottom he made a motion to pull the harness off and look his son over, when Tilieth clapped in delight. “The bandana does help!”

Abel blinked. Was that it?

Good grief. A magical bandana. He shouldn’t be surprised at this point.

A bokoblin horde stood between them and the end of the Dueling Peaks trail, and Abel dispatched them quickly. They had conveniently left a fire just out of sight, allowing him to send a flaming arrow towards some explosive barrels they were harvesting. Nature took care of the rest.

When they rounded the corner of the mountainside, Abel didn’t know what he was going to see, nor did he know what he’d expected. But the old stable was… certainly not in its better days. The giant horse head that usually decorated the tent was long gone, traces of wood all that remained, splintered across the field. The fabric of the tent was mostly torn and rotted, though some of the bare bones of the stable remained. In fact…

Were those people around there?

Abel remembered the traveler’s words from the morning, how some had taken to attacking others to get the resources they needed, and he grew tense.

“Abel, look! There’s another tower! And the shrine’s right here!”

Tilieth tapped him incessantly, pulling him towards a small pond that the children had loved to play in whenever they’d stopped at the stable. Had that shrine always been there? Abel felt like he would have remembered if it had.

Well. They hadn’t started excavating Sheikah technology when the kids were little. But how could this have hidden so easily?

And why in the world did it have a barricade around it?

The movement in his peripheral vision settled, and Abel turned sharply to realize that he’d lost track of the people who had been by the stable. His heart started racing, and he quickly started to unstrap the harness that held Link. “Watch him. I have to make sure those people don’t get near us.”

“People? What people?” Tilieth asked, looking around wildly as she bent down to brace Link against herself.

“We need to find a way in the shrine,” Abel advised, drawing his blade. “It’ll be safe there.”

He really regretted suggesting they move forward. He’d just wanted to save them some time. Impa supposedly had answers for them, after all, and they could only play this game for so long if Link didn’t wake up once more.

Abel felt something get snatched off his head, and he turned to see Tilieth tying the bandana behind her ears. “What are you…?”

“You focus on the threats, I’ll focus on the shrine,” she said quietly, taking the harness from him as well. “I’ll get him inside, don’t worry.”

Nodding, he turned to face the stable once more, but there was still no movement. Where had those people gone? Had they not noticed the couple?

When he turned to make sure he knew Tilieth’s position, he saw her climbing the mountainside with Link on her back. He hissed her name to get her attention - she didn’t need to be exposed for the entire world to see like that–

Tilieth pushed off from the stone, pulling out the paraglider and floating over the wooden stakes that guarded from the shrine, landing heavily at the building’s doorstep. Huffing, she collapsed onto her hands and knees and gave Abel a weak smile with a thumb’s up.

Abel sighed, equal parts exasperated and proud. He saw his wife enter the shrine with their boy, and his chest tightened in worry once more. He hoped whatever puzzle awaited them wasn’t too serious.

After a few minutes, the former knight quickly started to surmise that the lack of movement was likely because whoever was by the stable had gone to sleep. It seemed… awfully trusting of them. Surely, they had to have someone on watch. He wasn’t going to find out.

Taking an uneasy guardpost by the wooden stakes, Abel sheathed his sword, keeping his senses alert.

When someone did emerge from the stable, he narrowed his eyes, hackles raised, until he quickly realized that it was a child .

The little girl in question couldn’t have been more than eight or nine–Lyra’s age when the Calamity took her, his mind whispered. She had dark brown hair and wore clothes that were strikingly similar to styles Lyra had worn.

Those were Hateno clothes.

The child snuck over quickly to Abel’s area, eyes fixed on the shrine. Abel slowly and quietly crept behind the structure so she wouldn’t see him, crouching to hide just below the barricade. The girl picked up some pebbles and threw them into the water.

“Uma!” someone hissed, barely audible over the waterfall crashing behind him. “Get inside, it isn’t safe!”

“But I’m making a wish on the shrine!” Uma argued. “Kelnick said–”

“Uma, come inside, now . That shrine is dangerous, we put a barrier there for a reason!”

Said barrier suddenly burst into flames, magically burning away despite the water it was sitting in. Abel leapt back, alarmed, and the little girl screamed.

And then Tilieth emerged, looking satisfied with herself. Her expression immediately grew panicked when she saw the child and her mother, who were both looking at her in terror.

Abel stepped forward, sheathing his blade and holding his hands out. “We’re not here to cause trouble. Go back to the stable with your daughter.”

“You—the building!” the mother pointed at the shrine. Her eyes traced beyond the shrine and Tilieth, however, and settled on Link, and she let out a gasp. “Is he okay?”

Abel grew tense, but he tried not to become too defensive. The woman was clearly not a threat, and he refused to make the same mistake, even if he didn’t trust her.

“He’s…” Tilieth looked hesitantly at Abel. Neither had really planned on explaining anything of Link’s situation to anyone aside from Impa. After all, the king had spoken of attacks from Ganon, a thought that sent a chill shuddering down Abel’s spine. He had absolutely no intention of making Link any more vulnerable than he was.

“He’s ill,” Abel said succinctly. “Caught something earlier in the day. We’re letting him rest. He’ll be fine.”

“Oh, but you–you should sleep somewhere where there’s shelter, in case there’s rain,” the mother insisted. “We’ve been trying to rebuild the stable, there’s some space for people to sleep now. You should come inside, there are a handful of us.”

“We’re fine,” Abel said warily.

“Please,” the woman continued, pulling her child to her. “I… I know people are scared of strangers these days. But… my father used to run this stable, and I want to be able to make it a place of safety again. I promise nobody will hurt you. My husband has even been practicing fighting! He’s gotten pretty good at fending off ‘blins with a farming pitchfork.”

Tilieth’s hesitancy started to fade, and the look in her eyes spoke more of we should help them than they’re going to hurt Link .

Abel sighed. Tilieth wasn’t wrong in the change of the situation. If the only defense the stable had was a half trained farmer, they weren’t very safe. But he couldn’t exactly lend his aid - he had to take care of Link.

“We need a place to stay the night anyway,” Tilieth whispered.

Abel opened his mouth to argue and found no words coming out. He couldn’t justify abandoning these people when they were in such a false sense of security. But one night’s protection wasn’t going to save them, either. Nevertheless, he relented, though it didn’t drain him of all the tension. Just because this woman was trustworthy didn’t mean her guests were.

He wasn’t sleeping tonight.

“Very well,” he agreed reluctantly.

As Abel followed the mother into the dilapidated remains of the stable, he clenched his jaw tightly to stave off the emotions wreaking havoc inside of him. Little Lyra ran across his vision, giggling in delight as she chased a butterfly. Little Link pointed to all the horses and gave them names and tried to climb into the pen with all the animals. He shook his head, and his children’s ghosts vanished. He had to focus.

Inside, the beds were all broken or burnt husks, but pillows and blankets had been stacked on the side that still had some canvas covering the half broken tent frame. There were four other people inside. The husband was obvious, wearing a blend of Hateno traditional attire with a stablekeep’s hat, while–

Oh. It was those siblings again.

Thankfully, both were fast asleep. That left one more guest, who immediately made Abel feel a strange sense of both unease and relief.

It was a Sheikah warrior.

Her attire, skin tight and dark, denoted her style of fighting. Her hair was pulled up in a tight topknot, and her face was mostly covered in a black cloth, leaving only hazel eyes, which were watching him intensely. A spear rested loosely on her lap.

Tilieth smiled at her. “You’re a Sheikah, right?”

Abel really wished his wife wasn’t so friendly sometimes. He knew he should be happy to see another Sheikah, but he couldn’t shake the paranoia that had started to creep up his spine ever since leaving the plateau. It had been too long since he’d dealt with other people, it seemed. At least the mother was defenseless, the child harmless. A warrior was a threat, no matter where they were from these days.

He definitely wasn’t sleeping tonight.

The woman nodded mutely, her eyes drifting elsewhere, and Abel realized they were resting decidedly on Link.

They widened.

Abel’s hand slowly reached for his sword, and the warrior rose abruptly, turning away too quickly for him to react and start a fight. Without a single word, the warrior went outside.

The new stablewoman called after the warrior, a little more quietly so as not to disturb the others, and her husband watched with mild concern before turning his attention to them.

“It’s good to see other travelers out here,” he said softly. “Nice to see people venturing out again, you know? I hope you know you’re safe here. I keep watch at night while my wife runs things during the day. That way people are always safe. That’s our first priority.”

Abel stared outside, having lost sight of the Sheikah warrior, and the stablewoman returned, chewing her lip, clearly upset.

“Did she leave?” the stableman asked.

His wife nodded. “I hope we didn’t upset her or anything.”

“Who was she?” Abel asked, eyes narrowing.

“We don’t know,” the woman answered. “We don’t ask those kinds of questions. It isn’t our business, and we don’t really have enough of a business yet to have a ledger.”

Abel sighed and turned his attention to Tilieth. “I don’t think he’s waking up today, Til. Just try to get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

“Keep watch?” Tilieth repeated quietly as the pair chose a corner to settle in. “Honey, you need to sleep.”

The former knight shook his head. “This isn’t a shrine. It isn’t as safe. And honestly, as we unlock them, they’re going to attract attention and visitors.”

Which meant the shrines weren’t safe either once they were unlocked. At least not from people - it seemed monsters couldn’t breach them. Given the stablewoman’s fright over them, though, it was possible people would steer clear of them anyway.

Abel sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. This was getting increasingly more complicated. The sooner they got to Kakariko the better. Maybe he could feel safe there. Maybe they would be safe there.

Tilieth settled into an uneasy sleep, Link at her side, and Abel watched them rest.

“You can sleep too, you know,” the stableman piped in encouragingly with a smile. “I’ve got watch.”

Abel stared at the man, his gaze apparently intense enough to make the stablehand shrivel a little under his scrutiny. The man was certainly harmless enough, but Abel didn’t really deem him capable of protecting his family. He wouldn’t leave that in a farmer’s hands, whether he’d fought bokoblins off or not.

Rising, Abel decided to go for a patrol of the stable. His body fought him with every step, clashing priorities in his mind.

You should stay with them. Don’t let them out of your sight.

The farmer will keep watch of them. I’ll hear if something breaks out. I’ll see threats better if I’m outside rather than waiting for them to arrive.

You don’t want to see the fort. You don’t.

He really didn’t.

Fort Hateno had been a beacon of hope when the Calamity had struck. He’d sent his son there to regroup.

He’d promised Link he’d meet him there. Instead he found him in the woods, carried by two Sheikah warriors.

The world spun nauseatingly, and Abel leaned against a fractured wooden frame.

He didn’t have to see the fort. He didn’t need to see it. It was too dark to make out at this distance, anyway. He just needed to make sure nobody attacked the stable.

And it was a good thing too, because there was, in fact, a monster horde making camp nearby. He could see their distorted faces in the flames, though the bokoblins were settling in to sleep for the night. Gritting his teeth, he crept towards their lair, drawing his sword.

A horn blared. Abel looked up and saw a bokoblin on top of a husk of a guardian, blending into the darkness, and he swore.

There weren’t many enemies, honestly. Nine bokoblins was hardly a challenge. But it was the largest horde he’d seen so far, and his fights were far easier when he had armor, a sturdy shield, and hadn’t been running and climbing and carrying his son and being battered and bruised by a talus and a flying tree.

He really was getting too old for this.

Still. He’d killed far more than nine beasts at a time before the Calamity. This would be no different.

Abel snarled as the first bokoblin approached, and he slipped into the battle easily. With each bokoblin slain, he felt a little more like his old self, energized by the rush of adrenaline, the aches of the day burning away.

Nine was a little much when he didn’t have armor, though.

One bokoblin managed to scrape a hit, knocking the wind out of Abel as club met bone, and he rolled to get away from them, cornering himself against a stony wall. He rose quickly, but there were three beasts in front of him now, and his shield wasn’t in the shape it used to be. He saw it dent quickly under one blow, and after he felled two of the three, more took their place. He pushed his foot against the wall behind him, closing the distance as one of the ‘blins created an opening, and an arrow whizzed by his ear, making his veins fill with ice.

Where was the archer? Was it the same beast that had sounded the alarm? He couldn’t defend from the sky as well as the ground.

The bright full moon shifted, a silhouette cutting into its clear white hue, and he saw a bokoblin take aim. He readied his shield but had to parry another attack instead, and after shoving the remaining bokoblins away and creating some space, he looked up to see the bokoblin skewered on a spear, a thin feminine frame behind it.

Abel didn’t have time to consider the matter. He dispatched the last few bokoblins quickly and took a breath, feeling his ribs protest. He clenched his jaw to stifle a groan.

The Sheikah warrior from earlier easily landed beside him, settling her spear on a harness on her back. “You alright?”

“I’ve been worse,” Abel answered truthfully. This didn’t quite feel like a broken rib. Probably just bruised. But at least there would be no monster camp by the stable now. Belatedly, he tacked on, “Thanks for getting rid of the archer.”

The warrior gave a short nod in acknowledgement. She continued to look him over.

“I said I was fine,” Abel reiterated, growing tense under her gaze. He tried to shift the attention off himself. “Who are you, anyway?”

The warrior watched a moment longer and then looked away, debating something. Then she turned away from him. “My name is Sheik.”

With that, the warrior climbed the wall and leapt into a tree, disappearing. Abel watched her for a while longer and then finally gave up. Wherever she was going, he wouldn’t be able to follow anyway.

Sighing, he returned to the stable, slowly lowering himself to the ground to sit beside his sleeping family.

Just one more day. One more day and they’d be at Kakariko.

#abel at 4am: we could've just teleported back to our own damn house wth #at least they weren't tortured the entire chapter this time around lol #bless them #Til is spiraling between worry for her baby and being like EXPLORATION :D #Abel is just perpetually tired and growing steadily more Over It #I still crack up that a bandana has 'technology that builds your core strength'#please give me this bandana Sheikah #I'll look cool AND finally have some strength to lift patients #please I beg #I bet Abel DOES look good with it though #Til certainly thinks so #Link's just snoozing away but I promise the spirit orbs are helping him LOL #little baby needs another heart container probably #new character! :D #I should probably go to bed now XD #writing #blood of the hero #breath of the wild #loz au #abel #tilieth #breath of the wild link #botw link #world building life a decade after the calamity is kind of fun :D #oh right I said I was going to bed good night #AND ANOTHER THING--*gets dragged away by blorbos*

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mirrorballtales · 9 days

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Now that I’ve had two sleeps to absorb TTPD and all 31 songs I think I’m ready to share my thoughts. I think they’re still all over the place. I’m having to separate so many pieces of my sadness, reframe timelines all while trying to not fall to my knees and break down.

Before I go on, I have to say I think this album is definitely for the older fans. I mean obviously it’s for everyone but as someone who understands the lore or as much as we’re let in, and the discography, some songs have a bigger significance so I understand it’s not connecting with everyone. I hope it grows on them. Her fountain and quill pens have always meant so much to me. I cannot imagine the insurmountable pressure she must feel having a random place their existence in her hands. As much as I love her I have to just appreciate the art and interpret it the best way it fits me.

I won’t talk about every song - just the ones I’ve had visceral reactions to.

Fortnight, so when I first heard it Thursday night I started crying. The line “I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come get me.” Before a video was even released all I could think about were my hospital stays. I always joke about them. And all those jokes were funny and riddled with humorous truth. But when the punchline is given, and the laughter dies down, I’m left alone to grieve all that time I lost because of men and boys and people who ruined my life. They made me out to look crazy, like stints in these rooms were going to fix me. Pills I took to forget them just made me want to die. The scars I acquired like trophies are mine to wear like badges of honor. All of that is what I thought with just that line. Then the music video was released. I literally screamed. I saw it and sobbed with a sweltering scream of pain. Seeing myself chained up to a painfully lit room, chained up, drugged up all because I loved. All my life since, I’ve thought I only belong there. Every day, every emotion I’ve had has ruined my life. Ever felt so fucking crazy and no one sees you? That’s what this feels like. But every day. There was something about the way Post Malone hugged Taylor that broke me again. I can’t explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever been held like that. Not as a child. Not as an adult. In that moment I realized I’ve needed a tortured tragic poet hero to come break me out of the asylum. And I’ve waited. I’ve tried escaping but I am pulled back. I think it’s the first time I’ve admitted it to myself I don’t think I can do this myself. But I have no choice and it’s a painful realization that all my life I’ve had to save myself. I’ve been the crazy one in the family. I am the one that isn’t all there. I just want to run to anyone who wants to hold me and tell me they’re getting me out of there. Like I said the song had an incredibly raw and taxing effect on me.

Down Bad, I think this one is really easy for anyone who sits there crying because you’re well, down bad. And it makes you angry. It makes you sad. I think a reel of me being second choice plays in my mind. The boy I like telling me he doesn’t want me. Or the boy telling me I’m nice but there’s better out there. Or begging the guy you love not to leave and him telling you that you’re too much. So he leaves you stranded like he’s doing you a favor. And yeah fuck every single one of them. There’s a petulance saying that. Saying fuck you for not wanting me. Fuck you for not being down bad for me. Fuck you for not doing the all the fighting so you don’t lose me.

So Long, London. It’s track five. I gave all my youth for free. And to have to say goodbye to all of that like it’s my fault? Like it’s my prophecy to be a tragedy.

Fresh Out the Slammer, I’ve lived this song so many times. And then I grew up. I erased the number. Forgot it like my life depended on it but for a while, I knew who’d my first call was too. Then I realized they’d never pick up anyway. I know better.

Guilty as Sin? I’m very guilty. Listen to the way song builds like nirvana. And imagine yourself in it. Alone. I say this a lot but if you read my diary there’s an entry with these lyrics lived out by me. Tell me, you haven’t fantasized. Tell me you don’t recall things you never did. Tell me your body hasn’t longed before but you told yourself to let it stay in a vault. A fantasy where you’ve already done it in your head? I think it actually follows edging to completion. Your mind playing tricks on you, your sheets your only grasp, your chest rising and falling harder and quicker, labored breathing, waves of pleasure crashing into you, words escaping your lips, longing glances into other eyes while yours are closed. It’s a fatal fantasy that takes over you. And you worship it, religiously. Go ahead, recall the things you never did. Be guilty as sin.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? You should be. This is a response to mirroball. It’s so easy to vilify the quiet, the nice, the good girl. And then she breaks. Then she’s done playing your chess games. Being a pawn in schemes. I feel this so much as an eldest daughter, as the one that has to be perfect and a degree below that was unacceptable.

loml, I want to acknowledge that this song broke me. I still can’t listen fully without losing it. They say wounds heal with time. But I’m still waiting.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart, I think for me this is just how I’ve lived my life. I don’t get to be shattered without movement. I must be broken hearted and figure it out, be a tough kid, fake it, smile even if I want to die. It’s an art I’ve perfected.

The Alchemy, I’d like to wake up from the hospital stay. I’d like to be out of the vision in my head. Chemistry is something I’ve always been so fascinated with. You cannot fake it. You cannot learn it or grow it. It’s either there or not. It borders on magical. It’s the only time I believe in something otherworldly. You can’t fight it. You can hide it. Sure. But it’ll pull you out of darkness. It’s my favorite trope. Magnets. Addiction. The most human thing because you can’t make it in a lab. Like the hand of God said here’s the alchemy, you’ll find the other part of that equation.

In-depth thoughts for The Anthology will come later tonight.

#taylor swift #the black dog #taylor’s version #taylornation #the eras tour #healing #the tortured poets department #dead poets society #old habits die screaming #fortnight #post Malone

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eriquin · 1 year

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Steddie Superhero AU part 3

More from the outlined fic about a superhero AU.

(part 1) (part 2) (you are here) (part 4)

When we last left our heroes, they'd dated briefly and then broken up because of all the hidden identities and lying that happens as standard in comic book superhero nonsense. Yes, I watched Smallville back in the day. No, I'm not sorry.

Warning tags: kidnapping, bad parents, healing ability abuse, lost limbs.

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It’s at least a couple of months later when Steve gets a call after work. He’s tired and ready to turn in, but it’s a call on a high priority number. It’s not one of Robin’s and Steve almost doesn't answer it, feeling wary about it, but he does. It’s his mother. She says that something’s happened to his father and she wants to know if he’ll come to them. Steve’s blood runs cold when she says that his father can’t be moved, and he is a little terrified that they’re only calling him to get him to heal. But his mom says that his father just wants to see him and begs him to let them get a teleporter to him. He agrees, and soon he’s back in the family mansion and at his dad’s bedside.

His father is suffering from some kind of poisoning or burns. They’re not sure which, but it’s affecting his own healing ability. He wanted to see Steve before it consumes him, but both his parents say that they don’t want him to use his abilities to heal his father. They’re worried that it wouldn’t work, and even if it did it would mean that it might kill Steve instead.

Instead there’s a lot of words of reconciliation, and about how they’re proud of the work he does saving civilians. They say they brag so much about their son having gone into medicine, being a quiet type of superhero.

Steve is overwhelmed by this, because he never thought he’d get anything like his parent’s approval. The follow-up is that his father wants him to take on the mantle of being a real superhero again after he’s gone, even if it’s just as a figurehead. There’s a lot of talk about the family legacy and carrying on after he’s gone and how his dad doesn’t want his mom to be alone.

This is way too much for Steve. He has to leave the room to think about it, and while he’s there he gets a chance to look at whatever notes there are about what’s going on with his father. He thinks he recognizes it as radiation poisoning, and he thinks that he’d rather try to do that than try to actually be the kind of hero his father is. He comes to this decision and doesn’t discuss it with anyone, but goes back in to meet with his parents again. He sits down at his father’s bedside and tells him that he’s very, very sorry, but he definitely cannot take over his superhero position. Then he throws all his healing powers at his dad.

The transfer of wounds is agonizing and there’s yelling but it only lasts for a second because Steve almost immediately passes out. He wakes up in another hospital bed, but in his childhood bedroom. He’s high as a kite and somehow still in pain. There are nurses, and then his mom is there, and then he’s out again. It goes like this for some time, though Steve doesn’t know how long. Eventually, he’s able to stay awake enough for his mother to give him more information. Steve is fighting the illness better than his father did. The doctors think it’s because Steve’s younger and his healing abilities are a little different. They’re monitoring him, but think that he’ll be able to fully recover. It’s been at least a week, though, which is longer than Steve’s ever needed to recover from an injury.

His parents are both mad at and proud of him. They say they’re going to take care of him here, in the house, as long as it takes to get him all the way better. He’s healing so slowly, though. He keeps getting worse and better and worse, like he’s constantly fighting off the poisoning. The doctors say his overall health is trending towards better, but it could be a long fight. They’re still not sure what caused it, or more like what continues to cause it. Steve sleeps a lot. Eventually he realizes that it’s been a very long time since he talked to Robin or anyone other than his parents. He asks his mom how long it’s been and she doesn’t give him a straight answer. Just tells him not to worry about his job or anything, that they’ll make it all right after he’s healed up. He asks if his friends can visit and she says she’ll contact them, but that he needs to focus on getting better.

Eventually when he’s awake enough, he starts to worry about everything a little more. He starts with asking them to turn down the painkiller and sedative doses so he can be more awake, even though the burns he still has hurt terribly. The nurses do this so he can get up and walk around, and he figures out that it’s been a couple of weeks at least. But he can’t get them to give him anything to communicate with the outside world, as his parents are still worried about whatever’s happening to him. They say his dad is hunting down whoever did this. The next day, he’s much worse and his mother attributes it to him refusing the drugs and has the nurses put him back on everything. From then on, he has to screw with the machines to keep from being sedated often. He now realizes that he’s being kept prisoner by his own parents, and maybe this was their plan from the beginning and he walked right into it. He doesn’t know how to get a message out. He tries to make a break for it one day and afterwards ends up strapped to the bed “for his own good.”

He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, but eventually there’s a change. An attack on the mansion, which is seriously guarded. It’s the extended Party. One smaller group has made it in to free Steve, and they are suited up like it’s a poisonous environment. As they’re getting him out, they explain that it is. Robin has evidence that his parents have been exposing him to radiation regularly to keep him sick. Steve has to lean on some of his kids’ shoulders to get out, but he’s beyond furious. He wants to confront his parents and fight them, not that he’s in any shape for it.

They get him out to the front lawn, intent on getting outside of the mansion’s teleportation restriction field so that Erica can get him away. But he sees that Hellfire is being the biggest distraction, and he not only has more summoned monsters than he’s ever managed before (helped by Will and Dustin) but he’s got a massive dragon and is directly fighting King Harrington (or whatever his name is.) The dragon is doing most of the fighting. Steve can hear Eddie’s taunts, though, and he says that Mama Dragon doesn’t approve of bad parents. Steve gets to see the dragon bite his father’s arm off and is more than a little shocked by that. They send word to Eddie that they’re ready to go, and he leaves with a threat that if either the King or Queen goes near Steve again, he’ll let his monsters kill them. Then they make a break for it.

They have to scatter and Robin and Jonathan have been working on wiping records of the Party being involved, but Eddie is much too obvious. The next news cycle not only have him listed as villain #1, but have his real identity broadcast as well. They’re saying that he’s kidnapped Le Petit Prince, Steve’s old sidekick name (which now makes Steve cringe so hard). Eddie’s uncle is being questioned, but Eddie has gone to ground to avoid capture.

Hopper steps in as their group spokesperson and starts arranging things in a legal sense. There’s a lot of legal weirdness around supers, and the Regal Heroes have established their base and a separate entity from the rest of the country, so it’s more of an extradition thing. They’re banking on vigilante heroes going after Hellfire and public opinion being on their side, but they are in a gray area for having revealed his real identity because that’s just not done to heroes by other heroes. There’s a lot of inter-hero fighting but this isn’t something that was on public property or damaging civilians. They were literally on a private island. So Hopper wants to get someone to listen to Hellfire’s side of the story, but first they have to come up with it.

Words like “kidnapping” and “illegal imprisonment” and “medical torture” come up around Steve, but this means that he would have to have to be public again with his superhero identity. Hopper wonders what he wants to do. He’s not sure what kind of justice they’d be able to get against the Regal Heroes, but Steve’s his own person and if he came clean with his identity, it would mean that theirs would be easy to infer. Also, he could talk about them kidnapping him, and about the fact that bringing him on as a hero so young would be considered abuse in the current day and age. Child heroes simply aren’t a thing like that anymore. There’s a lot that Steve could tell about his childhood that would look very bad for his parents, and they’re really banking on public opinion.

Steve considers it, but isn’t sure that it would help very much. He doesn’t want the attention, and he doesn’t want his parents' wrath. He really just wants to be left alone and go back to his life. It was pretty good until they interrupted. And he’s worried that Eddie’s life has been destroyed, too. Robin wonders if he really cares about that, and Steve says that he does ‘cause the guy did it to rescue him. And maybe he lied to him about his identity but that’s superhero shit. People always do that. And now his identity is everywhere and his parents shouldn’t get away with that.

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I think part 4 will end it, though I might write up some of the brainstorming notes for part 5.

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