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ju1cyfru1t · 7 months

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the hourglass ⏳ (rise! leo x reader)

prologue

pt.1

rottmnt x reader (Leo centered)

gn reader, platonic???, arguing, leo being stupid 🤞

takes place in the turtles finding mystic metal era 🤭

Today had just not been your day at all. From the moment you woke up, everything was going wrong.

You woke up late because you had stayed up last night to study for a math test, April was sick so you were alone in most of your classes, and you had so much homework to do tonight. You know when you’re having a bad day and all the little things just seem to add up? It was one of those situations.

Now you’re walking home through the busy, noisy New York streets, absolutely exhausted but you knew you weren’t going to get to rest anytime soon.

That’s when it caught your eye in the window of an old, run down antique shop; an hourglass filled with pink sand a golden frame. It had a glow to it, willing you to go into the shop and look at it. There was just something about it…

You picked it up and observed every detail, turning it over. That’s when you saw the small piece of mystic metal wedged into the base. You knew you couldn’t just rip it out or you would damage it. Ugh.

You whipped out your phone, listening to it ring a few times.

“You’ve got Donatello.”

“Hey, Donnie,” you looked around to make sure you were alone except for the small old woman behind the counter but she was deep into a magazine, “listen, I’m at this crusty antique shop and I think I found a piece of mystic metal.”

“Perfect! Great!...What’s the catch?”

“Uh…Well, it’s wedged into the bottom of this hourglass.” You sighed.

“Hourglass?...Hm, just bring it by and I will extract it.”

“What? But I’d have to buy it and it’s…” You searched for a price tag, “Oh my god, it’s 20 dollars!”

Donnie laughed on the other side of the phone, “Don’t even worry about it! I’ll reimburse you…Maybe.”

Oh, the things you do for them. You thought for a second and took a deep breath, “Ok, fine. But you owe me…See you soon.”

The old woman set down her magazine as you placed the hourglass on the counter and digged through your wallet, praying you had enough to buy it.

“Alluring, isn’t it?” She smiled at you with a wink. You had a bad feeling about this.

“Oh, yeah…Haha.” You laughed awkwardly.

You looked very awkward as you carried your newly-owned, oversized hourglass down the sidewalk and you were definitely getting some weird looks. Hey, it’s New York City, right? Surely, they’ve seen weirder things anyway. I mean, you certainly have.

The worst part of visiting your mutant friends is having to crawl down into the sewer and hoping to god no one saw you. But…I guess if it would help them then it’s fine. They definitely owe you though.

You didn’t even bother to knock and just let yourself into their underground lair, which both you and them were used to by now. You looked around, but you didn’t see any of them around. Alright, guess you’ll just head up to Donnie’s lab and see if he’s there. Honestly, you just wanted to get this over with and go home. You loved visiting them, of course, but you were undeniably overwhelmed and not in a good mood at all.

“Whatcha got there?” You jumped and swiftly turned to face Leonardo who had a curious expression.

You sighed in relief, “It’s just you.”

“What is that?” He snatched the hourglass from your hands.

“Hey!” You reached to grab it back, but he moved it out of your reach, “Be careful, Leo. That’s not a toy!”

Leo smirked at you, raising an eyebrow (that he doesn’t have but you know what I mean), “Uh huh, I’m very careful, trust me.” He tossed the hourglass from hand to hand, observing it like you had in the shop.

“I’m serious, Leo, it’s fragile. Just give it back, ok? it’s got a shard of that metal you guys need in it and I need to give it to Donnie.” You groaned in annoyance.

“Come on, lighten up!” Leo scoffed, “What’s got you in such a bad mood?”

“Sorry,” you breathed out, “I just…Had a rough day at school.”

There was silence for a moment before Leo burst out laughing, “Seriously? School? Rough? Yeah, ok.”

“What?” You narrowed you eyes at him, confused. What the hell was he laughing at?

“I’m just saying…What’s so rough about it? You go to school, you learn or whatever, you go home. Seems pretty easy if you ask.” Leo snickered.

Now it was your turn to scoff, “And how would you know, Leon? It’s so much more than that. I mean, it’s so socially draining! All the work at school, and then the homework when you get home. It is hard. I don’t get to just relax all day like you. And put down the damn hourglass before you break it!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Protecting the city don’t just happen on it’s own, you know. I train super hard, I wouldn’t have time for pointless schoolwork. I just don’t see what’s so important about it. You act like school is all that matters to you” Leo’s smug smile faded and he shrugged, still carelessly playing with the hourglass.

“It’s not that easy! I have to care. I mean…God, you couldn’t walk a day in my shoes.”

“Oh, yeah? I’d love to see you walk a mile as a hero.” Leo challenged, smirking.

“If you knew what I go through and how hellishly unfair it is for you to even say that! Put that down!” You grabbed the other handle of the hourglass, trying to yank it away only for Leo to yank right back and leaving you in a tug-of-war.

“Puh-lease! I’d love to be in school all day without a care in the world besides some homework!” Leo’s smile turned into an annoyed, offended look.

“If you only saw the world my way for one day.” You laughed in disbelief at his dismissive, arrogant attitude, “Let go!” You pulled harder at your side of the hourglass, closing your eyes tightly.

A bright pink light filled the room and there was a buzzing sound, but you both were too angry to pay much mind before it faded away.

The hourglass hit the floor, but the glass didn’t shatter. The only part that broke was the small shard of glowing mystic metal, it fell out onto the floor with a small clink.

“Look what you did! I swear you act like such a child!” You groaned, looking back up and seeing…yourself?

“Oh, really, Y/N? I’m a…” Leo looked up and saw…himself?

You both rubbed your eyes and looked back up, blinking a few times, but you were seeing correctly. Whether you believed it or not, you had switched bodies and were staring back at yourselves.

“WHAT THE FU-”

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questionablecuttlefish · 4 months

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Some Headcanons 2/3 Jinx. Hoo boy, Jinx, here we go - some TW/s for mental illness, suicidal ideation, self-harm, she's a mess, our girl...

In Ill-Omen's Light, Jinx vanished for a year after firing her Super Mega Death Rocket at the Piltover council.

Her disappearance coincided with the outbreak of the Piltover/Zaun independence war triggered by her attack on the Council.

During this period, Jinx used the chaos of the war raging around her and her own intimate knowledge of the labyrinths of Zaun to slip in and out of the conflict, killing and stealing whenever she wanted to keep herself alive and rub out anyone chasing her, including vengeful Enforcers, Silco's emboldened rivals, and anyone seeking her out for the copious bounty on her head.

By the time the war resolved itself, Jinx had become something of an urban myth, a living cryptid and figure of legend and terror lurking in the Underground and spoken of in whispers or in jest.

Jinx was NOT in a good mental space during this period, keeping almost entirely her own company, falling deeper into her hallucinations and internal spaces, developing even deadlier weaponry, and surviving mostly on loneliness and spite.

The one exception was Ziggs, whom she met early in the civil war and formed a fast - if volatile - friendship based on a mutual love of explosions and the fact she mistook him for a figment of her imagination and kidnapped him for a month to serve as her 'conscience'.

Ziggs tagged along on several of Jinx's adventures, mostly to try to minimalize casualties. Despite a bit of ongoing trauma from having been kidnapped by a mostly feral Jinx and witnessing a lot of her atrocities firsthand, Ziggs has a deep affection and concern for his friend and worries for her when she isn't looking after herself.

Due to the age and species gap, Ziggs sees himself as a kind of 'cool uncle' figure to Jinx ( and is pretty mortified when Jinx later hits him with the TMI about her budding relationship with Lux.)

After a month or two of friendship, Jinx found her intrusive thoughts - her 'scratchies' - telling her to hurt or kill Ziggs more and more often and pushed him away.

The rest of Jinx's time was spent sinking further and further into her, er, 'Gollum arc', sometimes dissociating for days alone in her lairs, before, over time, slowly pulling herself out of it on sheer willpower, spite - and the underestimated power of her boredom.

Eventually, Jinx's volatile thoughts resolved into a new plan; call Vi out to one final fight, see her one last time, and finish things once and for all, going out together the way they came in.

In preparation for this, she interred the dummies representing Mylo and Claggor and prepared to face her last hurrah... ...whereupon her path crossed unexpectedly with a runaway Demacian, in Ill-Omen's Light.

Jinx has a lot of skills an aptitudes, as we've seen in League and Arcane; Genius inventor, skilled at close quarters combat with a nimble, unpredictable, almost inhumanly flexible fighting style now greater enhanced by her Shimmer infusion.

Singed's experiment to save Jinx's life used a rare Shimmer variant that had the unexpected outcome of permanently infusing itself itself into her system; she doesn't have the brute super strength of the more hulk-like Shimmer mutants, but she does have enough to lift Vi's gauntlets unaided and she's extremely fast and agile. Her senses are heightened, particularly hearing and smell, and she can see in pitch darkness. She also recovers quickly from all but the most serious injuries (she's annoyed that she doesn't scar easily anymore because scars are cool).

Her blood, as shown in Ill Omen's series, does have healing properties similar to the potion used in Vi in Act 2 of Arcane; however, as it's a potent Shimmer variant, it has nasty side effects if taken in any quantity.

Jinx is very sensory and smells, particularly human smells, are partly how she confirms her reality; if she can touch or smell someone they might be more real than her hallucinations.

Jinx is very touchy-feely, partly as above to confirm her reality, but also because she loves poking, prodding, climbing on people and getting in their spaces because it unnerves them and throws them off guard.

Sex and romance aren't things she really understands, though; Jinx falls somewhere on the gray-ace spectrum in terms of her sexuality, being mostly disinterested in sex (she's seen things, she grew up down the street from a brothel, but she mostly thinks it's weird and funny) but having very visceral, pleasurable reactions to gunfire and explosions that straddle the line between spiritual and sexual in nature for her.

She does, in some way, see Lux as a 'living explosion' personifying the beauty she sees in destructive power, partially explaining her physical attraction to Lux, which Jinx herself is still figuring out.

Jinx is just as inexperienced as Lux is, having had few opportunities and little interest in exploring relationships - in no small part to Silco being a loving but overprotective (and terrifying) parental figure. As Jinx herself puts it, nobody in his circles would touch her with a barge pole out of fear of both Silco and Jinx herself....

Not unjustified fear.

Lightcannon are both just dorks figuring themselves out, really.

#lightcannon #luxanna crownguard #jinx #lux #jinx x lux #arcane #arcane jinx #lol jinx #arcane netflix #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #my headcanons

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media-illiterate · 2 months

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Fallout 4 Alternate Timeline

Because @datura-tea asked about my tags on this post, and I already have it sitting in my wips folder, I thought I'd post my alternate timeline of events for Fallout 4! It always bothered me that the Commonwealth is still so underdeveloped while the West Coast has trains and a working electical grid. So I tried to come up with a coherent narrative of how it could have backslid into its current state.

Timeline under the readmore because it is, not short.

2077: The Great War occurs. The surviving students and faculty of CIT take refuge in the institute’s underground particle-physics labs, locking the rest of the wasteland out. They live in fear of being discovered by other survivors and raided for their tech, making them paranoid and isolationist.

2097: Building on prewar research, CIT survivors complete development of their Mass Relay teleportation device. Dubbing themselves simply as The Institute, they fully wall themselves off from the surface world and embark on an ambitious plan of underground expansion, scavenging what they need from the surface.

2131: The Institute develops gen-1 synths to act as surface operatives, mostly removing the need for Institute personnel to go to the surface. Now mostly insulated from violence, the Institute much more callous and combative towards surface dwellers.

2163: The Institute isolates samples of FEV from the air, and begins a program of carefully controlled mutation. The resulting supermutants are found lacking, and the program is put on hold.

2176: The Commonwealth People's Government is formed from several prominent settlements. The new nation takes steps to protect its people from the Institute’s aggressive scavenging methods, earning its ire. Though the institute takes steps to try and destabilize the CPG, their new gen-2 synths prove insufficient for the task.

2177: Reactivating their FEV program, the Institute begin producing supermutants from kidnapped wastelanders and releasing them into the commonwealth with the intent to destabilize the CPG. Through careful false-flag attacks using disguised synths, they manage to spark a state of war between the mutants and surface humans that will last for more than a century.

2180: The newly formed Commonwealth Minutemen, a volunteer citizen’s militia created by the CPG, help drive off the initial wave of supermutants from central Boston.

2180-2224: Tensions between the Institute and CPG continue to escalate. Though the efforts of the Institute’s FEV project hampers the young nation’s expansion, the supermutants are too disorganized and scattered to topple the government. Faced with an increasingly cohesive and rapidly developing CPG, the Institute begins work on its Gen-3 synth infiltrator project.

2225: The Institute discovers information on Vault 111. Preparations are made for an expedition to recover a pristine pre-war genetic code from one of the pre-war vault dwellers in cryostasis.

2227: The part where they murder your spouse and steal your kid happens.

2229: An early model synth infiltrator "malfunctions" in downtown Diamond city, exposing the existence of Gen-3 synths to the world. The cause of the malfunction is never found, though escaped synths often claim that it was an intentional suicide-by-cop.

2230: Realizing the security threat posed by the new Gen-3 synths, mid-ranking members of the CPG's nascent spy corps founds the town of Covenant over top of an abandoned tunnel network. Posing as a new settlement, almost no one outside the project know its true purpose: the town is actually a front for researching a method to discern humans from Gen-3 synths.

2233: The Institute begins its infiltration of the CPG using upgraded Gen-3 synths, killing & replacing key individuals at all levels of power. Though paranoia about synths continues to build, most fail to anticipate just how far the tech has advanced.

2235: The Institute finalizes development of an advanced model of Gen-4 synth, dubbed Coursers. Incorporating FEV and cybernetic enhancements, Coursers form an elite corps of assassins that eliminate anyone who learns about the Institute’s plans.

(Side note: I think coursers should have been so much weirder)

2237: Having completed their infiltration of the CPG, the Institute kicks off their plan to topple the CPG.

August 4: The Executive Chair of the CPG council, Robert Gray, is assassinated by his secretary in broad daylight. During the assassination and subsequent arrest, the secretary loudly declares that the Chair has been replaced by an Institute Synth.

August 12: Scandal breaks out as evidence of massive financial corruption is leaked to the public. Protests occur across the commonwealth as the full scope becomes clear.

August 26: A special election is held, and voters elect minister of transportation Patricia Weiss as Chair. She delivers a hawkish election speech warning the Institute to back down.

September 10: A portion of the CPG stages a coup, using claims of mass election fraud as justification amid mass public unrest. They capture most of the CPG council members, and declare them traitors to the people of the commonwealth. Weiss escapes and sets up a government-in-exile out of Quincy with the remaining CPG military. She issues a two week ultimatum to the coup’s leaders, demanding that they release the counselors and surrender.

September 20: Before the date of the ultimatum passes, the CPG council is executed via mass firing squad in the CPG council chambers. Public dissent boils over into active civil war. The Minutemen quickly declare neutrality, but their attempts to protect outlying settlements are hampered by the widespread violence and lack of volunteers.

October 30: Under the guise of a ceasefire negotiation, the coup regime arrests Weiss. She is put through a kangaroo court and hanged as a synth infiltrator, to the shock of the public.

November: Multiple settlements withdraw from the CPG as the violence escalates, Bunker Hill and Goodneighbor first among them. The CPG civil war begins to peter out as both sides lose support, and numerous CPG military units defect to become raiders in search of pay.

December: Loyalist forces gain the upper hand, begin a reign of terror style purge of the remaining CPG officials, and declare the coup defeated. Weakened by the withdrawal of numerous settlements in reaction to the violence of the purge, the Loyalist government promptly collapses. Remnants of the rebel CPG forces attempt to declare a new government out of University Point, but fail to attract any major settlements.

2238: The CPG totally collapses. The remnants of its military forces, both loyalist and rebel, defect to the gunners en masse; many, disillusioned with military life, become raiders. Only the Minutemen command staff, operating out of Fort Independence, remain cohesive.

The collapse of the CPG ushers in an era of violence lasting decades as raider warlords exploit the chaos to carve the Commonwealth up into bandit fiefdoms.

Rumors begin to circulate that several of the key players of the CPG’s collapse were secretly synths. In truth, the entire chain of events was planned to a T, and leaders on all sides had been replaced. Only the Minutemen were overlooked, being seen by the Institute as just ragtag volunteers.

Several synth infiltrators defect from the Institute, seeking a way to free themselves and their peers. The organization they found will eventually grow into the Railroad.

Covenant, its secrecy miraculously intact, becomes radicalized by the fall of the CPG. Their methods become more desperate and more barbaric as time goes on.

2240's: The Minutemen begin rebuilding support for the CPG among the populace, striking back against the raider warlords and defending settlements from their depredations.

2250: Supermutant attacks increase sharply as the Institute releases more and more mutants onto the surface in an attempt to stop the Minutemen from reforming the CPG.

2274: After weathering two decades of freaquent supermutant attacks, Fort Independence finally falls at the hand of a mirelurk queen; unknown to anyone on the surface, this was the work of the Institute, who used their advanced signals technology to drive the creature into a frenzy.

2282: General Becker dies, leaving the Minutemen leaderless. The militia quickly declines, becoming disorganized and factional; raiders quickly exploit the chaos.

2285: Disgusted by his role in the Institute’s FEV program, Doctor Brian Virgil sabotages the program, mutates himself, and escapes into the glowing sea with the accumulated research. Distraught by the sudden lack of new reinforcements, the commonwealth mutants face an extinction crisis. Many begin to question their way of life, among them a mutant named Strong.

2288: The Sole Survivor wakes up.

#I don't think this is perfect but I do personally think it has a lot more coherence than fallout 4's baseline story #The Institute being both totally disconnected from reliant on and genuinely terrified of the surface would go a long way to explain things #Coupled with dehumanization and insulation from the consequences it becomes very clear how they would turn out Like That(tm)#Explaining the massive amount of raiders as being a bunch of competing bandit warlords also makes way more sense than 'its just like that'#This would preferably go with a remake of the raiders as. y'know. a bunch of competing bandit gangs rather than a bunch of violent randos #The power vacuum being artificially maintained by the Institute so they can continue to use the surface like a larder ties it all up nicely #fallout 4 #fallout 4 meta

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littlelesbinonny · 3 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 44: In Which The Daylight Has Dawned Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

The weight in the air wasn't so much heavy as it was palpable.

Alcina had done it.

Mother Miranda was dead.

To those who had stood behind, supported, and were loyal to Alcina, this was a pivotal moment. They had seen what had taken place in the city hall. They had heard the words of Mother Miranda, seen her display of power, and battled with her very own minions she had brought to take over the city. To them, this was a most grand and rewarding moment.

To those who had not been on Alcina's side, who had never fully supported or liked her, this was a moment drenched in perplexity. To their dismay she had proven her strength and resilience. Her fortitude. Her unwavering loyalty to the underground and all those in it; including those opposed to her.

This historical event would reverberate through every vampire sect that existed, on this continent and every other. To kill ones' own kind was heavily frowned upon, and in some places condemned by death. To challenge a rival to the end was done only in the most unavoidable circumstances. But, vampire and lycan alike were a species of keep what you kill, regardless of the terms in which it was done.

Mother Miranda had been slain, and Alcina, by right of the vampire way, was unchallenged and unmatched. There would be no faltering now; she must make good of her actions.

This fateful moment, dizzyingly silent, was finally broken as Karl Heisenberg, overcome by his pride for Alcina began to howl.

He had stepped forward from his place in the circle, tilted his head to the ceiling and bellowed his cry of subservience.

Every lycan from all around could be heard joining their leader in his howl; expressing their congratulations to their leaders reign that wouldn't be coming to an end any time soon.

Alcina had shaken herself fully from her blood-rage and couldn't help but snicker at their unabashed, and loud, display. She chucked the halves of Miranda's skull towards her dead body and turned to face her people. She expected half to be in scowls, but to her surprise they were not. For the first time she can recall in her reign, everyone bore nothing less than a look of approval. Except two.

She found her daughters on the front lines in the crowd to her right, and with them was Mia and and a now conscious Ethan; on their knees held against their will with sickles protruding from their shoulders. Now there were the looks of pure detest. Alcina grinned widely.

The howling came to an end and Alcina straightened her shoulders, making herself even taller and more striking than you thought imaginable. She was covered in dried blood, looking the perfect part of a conqueror after a great war. It made you weak in the knees.

"My kin..." she stated firmly, "this is the start of a new age. No concern will go unheard. I will convene with the council promptly. Anyone who is injured, please get yourselves to the medical bay at once. I will send word to our medical staff to be present immediately. The city... has suffered much damage, this must be addressed; I will have scouts dispersed to notate every area affected. And our new... guests," she motioned warily to the mutants that were still lingering unmoved, "will be dealt with - please leave them be for now. There is much to discuss going forward. Please, keep your eyes open for anything we may miss. Come prepared to City Hall when the gathering date and time is announced. I wish to hear and speak with any who have something to say. Now, let me, your military, and council get to work. Go rest and wait for word."

With much murmuring and scuffling, vampires and lycans that weren't immediate in ranks went off, weaving through the mindless droned mutants that were standing littered like mannequins in the streets.

You noticed through the commotion some familiar faces coming in; Karl, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela, while you were turning your attention to your crows who'd gathered once more at your feet.

"Listen," you said with a smile as you knelt down to them, "I don't know how you got in here but you should get home... I hope you all understand how grateful I am to you. I promised you all the croissants and I wholeheartedly mean that," you grinned, "I'll see you guys up top soon, ok?"

They clearly understood you, giving you sharp nods and short coos before hopping up into flight and taking off in the air to a dark corridor on the bleak stone walls of the underground a long ways from you to the left.

You sighed. What a fucking day. Er, night. Week, month? Reality was still feeling pretty foreign for you at this moment.

Suddenly you felt a gentle arm wrap around your back and there beside you was Donna.

"You and I have a lot to talk about," she smiled at you, "I do look forward to getting to meet you properly, now that what could have been vampire Armageddon is over."

A short guffaw escaped you as she ushered you slowly with her over to the gathering of people whom you all thankfully recognized.

"HOOWEE!" Karl burst, basically trotting over to the group, "What a fun fucking time! Goddamn! Haven't had that much action since you and I went to dukes, eh? Miss new Queen of the Underworld!"

Alcina took very little joy in his elbowing of her arm from him, but she was unable to reply before he went off on another path entirely.

Karl jolted over to where Miranda's jaw had been displaced from her face and discarded to the ground, grabbing it with utter glee, "you don't want this, right? Like, you don't need it? Can I have it? I'd really like it - I'll just - I'll just take this, I'ma take this - I need it for reasons and stuff."

Alcina already had her face buried in a palm by the time Karl was pocketing the jaw and rejoining the group.

"Mother?" Daniela asked brightly, tugging her prisoner over with no remorse, "What would you like us to do with these two? And for your information they bled all over the manor... like, all over."

Daniela's wicked smirk made Alcina chuckle, "did they, now?" She asked rhetorically as she reached for her daughter and kissed her forehead, "Well, we shall add that to the list of offenses they will face in their trial," she straightened her spine as she peered with a scowl down at Ethan and Mia and took a deep, nonchalant breath, "take them to Dmitri. I want them in a holding cell with full security. Tell him I sent you."

"Understood, mama!"

Alcina beckoned each of her girls to come closer as she took them into a strong embrace and kissed the top of their heads, "my darlings, I'm so proud of you. When you deliver them to Dmitri, tell him I require he and Sylvia's presence at the council meeting, as I will of all of you. We have so much to do and in a short amount of time."

"Yes, mother," the three answered in tandem and set off, dragging the two offenders with them.

Your attention was now occupied by Angie and Karl, who were in deep conversation about what other parts of Mother Miranda's body they should hang onto; hands maybe, or the two halves of her skull; for decoration purposes and future warning. Something foreboding, of course. You giggled as Angie made a compelling argument about how the skull pieces would make for an excellent talking piece hanging on the front of City Hall; blonde hair drenched in blood and all.

It was around that time Alcina had caught onto the conversation and stepped in.

"Her body is going to the sun tower." She enunciated sharply.

Angie dropped her shoulders, "aww, c'mon. All of it???" she whined, "I really think you're missing out on an opportunity here. Can't I get a memento, too?"

Alcina gave Karl a very long drawn stare accompanied by a slow blink, the pursing of her lips and hand on her hip telling more than she needed to say, "see what you start?"

Karl shrugged dramatically, "pookie has a good point!" He nodded to Angie, "there are occasions for important mementos and I highly agree this is one of them."

Pinching the bridge of her nose exasperatedly, Alcina waved that same hand in the air and turned on her heel, "just - fine - whatever. But you both make damn sure the rest of her body is sealed up in a sun tower never to be opened again, do I make myself clear?"

She didn't actually wait for a response. She'd send Dmitri to check on it later. For the time being she really desired to change into some clothes that weren't shredded or drenched in blood before she met with the council.

As Alcina approached you and Donna, she took a deep breath and smiled, "Donna, will you please round up the council members? I'm heading to the council hall now."

"Of course," Donne nodded, "but, wouldn't you like to change first?" she inquired looking up and down Alcina's blood stained, tattered clothing.

A small pause passed but Alcina's smile only grew in size at her friend, "absolutely not."

"Georg was lost in the battle, I regret to report, and Clarice is in the medical bay," Donna went relayed to the group, "but we aren't lost on members as it stands right now."

She was right; the room was quite full.

As it was currently, everyone, plus some outside the council, were present: Alcina, you, Donna, Angie, Karl, Mitch, Dmitri, Gerard, Mateo, Elina, Sylvia, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Vincent, Brutus, and Salvatore were here to discuss the myriad of things on their large proverbial plate.

You could not have felt more out of place.

"My Lady," Donna began again, "where would you like to start?"

Alcina lit a loose cigarette and you did everything you could to hide how fucking sexy that was. Not that you really found smoking all that attractive, but goddammit everything that woman did dripped with finesse and sex-appeal.

A long cloud of smoke gathered in front of her and slowly began to dissipate into the air as she pondered, lifting her head Alcina leaned back into her chair with a face brimming with thought, "these mutants cluttering the city must be taken care of... Salvatore," she said with a hint of a bite, "your expertise on the matter would be much appreciated."

The air was crackling as all eyes turned to the man at the end of the left side of the table, his demeanor, as if it weren't small before, shrinking even further.

"Ah, y-yes, well, m-my Lady," he cleared his throat, "as I had explained earlier -"

"You explained only to the small group of us and I in the Eastern sun tower tunnel," she stated sharply, "please, indulge the rest of the room what you told us there."

Salvatore swallowed and cleared his throat once more, fixing his posture as he began his rickety tale.

Hearing it again didn't make it anymore digestible to you, it still provoked a grating anger and hatred to the woman who was quite dead, but that didn't take care of the problem that her experiments were still walking, or existing in limbo, freely all over the city.

"Since Mother Miranda no longer lives and breathes, they cannot function without the queen of their hive mind, to my knowledge at least."

Angie slapped her hands down on the stone table, "vampire Borg drones. I'll be goddamned - we're dealing with vampire - Borg - drones! Ok, so who's getting assimilated as the new Borg queen?" She asked dryly looking around at everyone, arms wide open as if asking for participants, "Eh? Anyone? Anyone? No takers for a creepy ass parasite to control a big freaky-deaky mutant army?"

"Angela Beatrice Beneviento!" Donna barked.

"Awww man, she used my full name." Angie grumbled with a crumpled pout.

Karl was not hiding his cackle, "BEATRICE?!"

"You are SO not allowed to use that against me!" Angie shouted, "Karl Adalbert Heisenberg!"

"Oh - oh! That is the LAST time I trust you with a secret!"

Donna was trying to get back in the middle and restrain Karl and Angie from going to blows while everyone else in the room was looking back and forth between themselves, Alcina, Donna, the two bickering on opposite sides of the table, to you, Donna, and back to Alcina.

You were stunned and unsure entirely what to do. Your eyes, too, turned to Alcina, who you assumed in cases like this would be brutal and demanding of seriousness. But she was chuckling silently, a smirk not hidden on her face at all as she let out a long drag from her cigarette.

"Adalbert?" Alcina's voice spilled out with a drawl, stopping everything in its tracks.

Karl slunk back into his chair with a thin line that was once his mouth. Angie too, slowly slipped back in her chair, eyes wide and face going blank.

You could tell by everyone's facial expressions that this was definitely not how anyone had expected this to pan out. Whether that be the situation itself or Alcina's reaction was your utter best guess.

Her chuckle permeated the otherwise twistedly tight air and you watched and waited for what more would unfold.

"Salvatore," she said smoothly, segueing effortlessly, her face not nearly as cross as she knew everyone expected her to be, "you were saying?"

He rapid blinked and fought with his jaw to work properly, "uh-hh... well, they, uhm, they will be useless with direct order. They have no real mind of their own, Miranda made sure to this. Unless you can alter their genetic make-up, I'm afraid they are shells of living beings. That... was why she wanted your blood so badly." He finished, looking directly at you.

Your skin crawled at that statement.

"Mm," Alcina mused, taking the attention off you, "Sylvia, would your scientists be willing to work with ours to see if we may make heads or tails of Miranda's work to... I don't know, help these creatures in some way? While locking them all in the sun towers and ridding them of their simple existence would be easy... if we could bring them back to some kind of functioning people again, I'd like to try."

Sylvia stepped towards the crowded table and nodded, "absolutely, My Lady. And if it isn't out of line," she hesitated, focusing on you then back to Alcina, "depending what we find with her research, may we run tests with her blood?

Alcina's eyes narrowed quickly, "she has a name and a mind of her own," her visage now settling on you with a firm yet comforting way, "that choice is entirely yours, draga. Do not feel pressured for anything."

"Apologies," Sylvia back-peddled, "I meant no disrespect." She stated bowing her head to you with a hand over her abdomen.

"N-no, no it's alright," you finally voiced yourself in front of everyone, looking to Sylvia who met your gaze, "please let me think about it."

She nodded once more and swallowed, "of course, of course. I am General Sylvia Martel. If you need anything or have questions, do not hesitate to speak with me."

Her smile was warm and you introduced yourself back.

After the tension of that passed, Sylvia took a deep breath, "now, in the meantime, what would you like us to do with the mutants?"

"There is plenty of room in Miranda's secret lair, is there not?" Dmitri chimed in.

Salvatore nodded, "yes, plenty. It would get them out of the way."

"Good thinking Dmitri," Alcina took another drag, "Salvatore you will aid him and Sylvia with whatever they need, is that understood?"

"Yes, My Lady."

The conversation went into depth about the damage done to the structures of the city for at least half an hour. You were impressed by the workability of everyone present and by the sounds of it, they'd have everything repaired or rebuilt within four to five days. If only humans were this efficient.

"And what about her?" Elina, the vampire who had remained pretty silent for the most part added smoothly.

The conversation was coming to a close on everything, but now all eyes turned to her in curiosity to the question.

Elina was motioning to you, her face void of malice or any emotion, really.

Once the confirmation was made, now everyone's vision flung to Alcina who had narrowed her eyes once again.

"What about her?" She countered sharply.

"Yeah, what about her?" Karl chimed in even sharper.

Elina took a breath and relaxed in her chair, "the vampires have already begun to talk. I realize she is not human, but she is also not one of us, a vampire or a lycan... I only assumed you would wish to know they're having opini -"

"Let them," Alcina stated briskly, "let them have their opinions. The fact of the matter is that she is an ally, and will now be a protected member of the underground. No harm is to become of her. Do I make myself quite clear?"

There was that uncomfortable silence again.

"You will all make that very clear. And while I'm at it, I would also make it clear that I am not taking advantage of my power; she is not a pet; she is not a commodity, nor a toy. She is a person all her own. A powerful one. If it still escapes anyone, allow me to elaborate, which I expect all of you to reiterate at great length when permitted; had it not been for her aid and magick - which she did not have to give, but did regardless completely unaware of the foe she faced - it is entirely likely I would be dead and you would all now be under the rule of that tyrant whose head I split in two, with her help. Yes, let them have their opinions, but make sure they're well informed ones. And... if this perceived problems persist, anyone is welcome to bring it up with me personally."

Everyone outside of the people you knew were already on your side began to nod and you breathed a short and quiet sigh of relief. Nothing like being put on the spot by a bunch of immortals in their own territory.

"Is there anything else?" Alcina asked coolly.

Not a word.

Cleary this concluded the meeting.

You remained in your seat one down from Alcina and waited patiently while everyone shuffled their way out of the room. Karl, Angie, and Donna made it a point to give you reassuring nods and smiles as they left, which was repaid with a beaming smile of your own; a silent thank you for everything.

And now it was you and Alcina in the disheveled room that was still full of Miranda's totes and things she was eagerly moving in.

Finally rising from the chair, you noticed Alcina had returned her focus to you after snuffing out her fourth cigarette in the black ashtray on the table.

She looked... intense.

"Draga mea I don't want you to put an ounce of thought into what Elina said," she began as she beckoned you to her with palms outstretched, "no one will dare lay a finger on you. You are welcome here."

Your smile was soft but tired as you took her hands and she tugged you close, "I thought that was all very much against the rules, though."

"I make the rules now," she tilted her chin upwards, the dark dried spots and splatters of blood making her look increasingly menacing if you didn't know a thing about her, "you are my companion. You will walk freely here whenever and however long you desire... which, I hope... is for a long time."

Her smile coaxed the weariness in you out in full force and you fell into her, nuzzling your nose into her chest, eyes closed, arms tightly wrapped around her torso, "kinda crazy isn't it?" you mused mindlessly.

"Hm?"

"All of it."

Alcina grinned, stroking your hair, "mm, yes. I can only imagine it is ten fold for you, dragoste."

"Oh, by far," you wearily chuckled, "byyyy far, babe."

The moments didn't feel long enough, but she held you and you could feel the exhaustion really setting in. You'd been thriving on the adrenalin rush, and pure fight or flight for several hours, and now that you were all safe, that come down was searching for you with vigor.

Leaning back to steal a peak at the clock on the far wall, you released a heavy sigh at the time. After 2 PM. In truth you didn't know how much time you'd been lost down here, but you unfortunately had a life above ground that was very likely in dire need of your attention.

Alcina hummed once more, cupping your cheek to bring your eyes to hers, "talk to me."

You groaned softly, "I have no idea what day it is. My work may have called out a search party for me, or fired me," you laughed, "but as much as I... don't want to go back up there right now, I know I need to."

Her eyes grew slightly severe, the slate color edging on a somber darkness, "you are spent, draga. Must you go? Would you not stay and rest here before venturing out?" Her inquiry was stitched together with the knowing you did need to return to your life, and also the heavy desire to keep you close, for the sake of pure selfishness but also your safety, "My bed is large enough for the both of us..." Alcina smirked through her coo, intending to sweeten the deal, "and if you stay until nightfall, I will take you home myself."

Oh, damn her.

Really, she didn't need to try too hard to convince you to stay, but this was a deal far too good to pass up.

"You know what?" You grinned, "you make a very compelling offer... I think I'll have to accept."

That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Alcina smiled brightly, "an excellent decision."

Her kiss was languid and you let it linger for a thick moment before she was linking your arm in hers.

The manor was impressive beyond your wildest imagination. Alcina hadn't ever gone into great detail about it, but even what you had conjured in your mind didn't come close to how it actually looked.

It dripped class and sophistication. A perfect home for your vampire.

Her bedroom was your favorite spot so far, and not just for the obvious reasons. The white, red, and gold accents were a stark contrast from the rest of the house that matched her personality with perfection. That large four-poster bed was the only thing with black; those sheets and plush pillows looking all the more inviting as you looked around. Not to mention you'd kill for that closet space, to be honest. Plus the giant, lion-pawed bathtub? Yes please.

Whether it was the comfort of the room, the quietness of it, or the reverb of everything that had taken place in the last several hours, time did seem to slow and the two of you found yourselves looking at one another with great pause.

Yes. That had all really happened.

Alcina was the first to grab for you; wrapping one arm around your middle back, the other reaching to cup your face and study you like a fleeting sunset she wasn't ready to let go of.

Oh, the immensity of this was so much to take in.

You were here with her in the underworld; a place no human had been in decades. You aided her in the defeat of Mother Miranda; that blood-sucking leech, no pun intended, she never thought she'd be free of. You were powerful in your own right and quickly coming into your fae-hood; the possibilities for your future surely now endless. She could barely grasp it, and you, with any comprehension.

"How you've turned my world, you precious thing," she whispered, the softest most elegant expression gracing her face, "and how we've made it to this point, I..." her voice broke off, pulling you closer, resting her forehead against yours, "can hardly believe it's real."

Leaning into her wasn't hard at all; you could melt into this woman without question at any given time.

Closing your eyes and holding her tight, you nodded and smiled, "yeah, both our worlds got flipped upside-down, huh?"

Alcina pulled back ever so slowly and studied you again, her face turning just a little more somber, "you're alright; you're not hurt at all?"

You shook your head, "I'm fine, tired but fine... what about you?"

"Nothing time won't fix," she beamed, "your blood allowed me to heal very quickly during the fight, and endure much more than I probably would have alone."

"Plenty more where that came from, "you wiggled your eyebrows.

"Draga you are going to sleep. In my arms. As soon as I shower, that is." Alcina instructed firmly, "But, we can visit that offer later," she winked, "now let me find you something to wear."

She left you with a kiss and meandered to her closet, letting your curious eyes really take in your surroundings. You could get used to this place. Quickly. But, there was little energy for all of those thoughts as you felt yourself growing heavier and heavier. Waltzing slowly to Alcina's vanity, you let your finger trace her pearl handled hair brush and comb, eying the marble jewelry box, the ornateness of the wood around the mirror, and overall smiling at her fine things that you could tell were quite old. You loved it. Her room felt so comfortable, familiar even.

And then you caught her reflection in the mirror as she emerged from the closet.

"How this ended up in my closet baffles me, but," she said, walking to you with a warm smile, "I'm grateful as I don't think much of my things would fit you. Here," she offered the article to you, "this is an old nightgown of Bela's. She won't mind, I assure you."

It was a lovely navy blue satin thing; spaghetti straps, a cowl neck, and looked like it would rest just below your knee.

You took it a little warily but smiled up to Alcina and nodded, "if you're sure she won't mind... it's pretty."

Alcina hummed and leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your arms lovingly as she grinned, "change and crawl into bed, I'll be there shortly."

You sighed.

When she returned from her shower, her hair was dried and nearly styled as she joined you in bed. She wore a slinky black nightgown much the same as yours but it hugged her in such a scrumptious fashion. If you weren't so tired, you would have exploited the slit up the side without remorse.

She turned out most of the lights aside from one small, dim lamp in the far corner from where the bed was, giving the room an ambiance of a fire-lit cabin. It was warm. Welcoming. Almost as beautiful as her.

Alcina lay facing you, and you her, taking the time, all the time in the world, to enjoy these quiet moments together.

Reaching out with a delicate hand, Alcina traced the side of your face while humming with contentment, "I must admit something to you, draga..." she said softly, memories wafting in like heavy smoke, "the night you fell into my life... when you went limp in my arms and slipped into the limbo abyss, I brought you here. To my bed. And I watched you for hours... I shouldn't have, but I couldn't let you go. I knew I had to, and I did, at least for a while," she laughed gently, "but... I admired you much like this once before. Though I must say, I like this better. I like you here, with me, in my home, in my world."

Oh. Wow.

The smile on your face couldn't be helped, "really? You little devil," you teased, "stealing me away? I can't believe you didn't tell me this until now."

"Well," she cast her eyes down briefly, "it's not something I'm necessarily proud of. I was terrified just as much as I was captivated by you. Bringing you back here was reckless and dangerous, for you and me but, you'd cast your spell on me whether I liked it or not. You struck me with such force... I hardly knew what to do with myself."

Vulnerability looked stunning on her.

You scooted closer to her and grasped her hand, "I'm glad I did whatever I did to snare you, then. I can't imagine living my life with the ghost of you forever; knowing in my core this was real, you were real, and you'd always be out of my reach."

Alcina took a deep breath and squeezed your hand, "perhaps fate never would have allowed me to stay away. I clearly couldn't." Her lips pulled into a tired smile.

"I'm happy you couldn't."

"Me too." She sighed, shifting in the bed and opening her arms for you.

As the two of you snuggled into each other, tiredness sunk into your bodies and swiftly carried you away.

Alcina whispered an 'I love you' before you fully faded, smirking at your exhaustion drenched reply, took one more deep settling breath and finally, after far too many years to count, drifted off to sleep without a worry in the world.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #angie beneviento

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✤ Crime Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ my heart, in deadly rhythm by orphan_account (M, 42k)

There exists somewhere a very, very small list containing the names of people who don’t want Louis Tomlinson dead. Harry Styles may or may not be one of those people.

(or a Spies!AU in which Liam is the Wade to Louis' Kim Possible, Zayn seduces people for intel, Niall is an expert at blowing things up, and Harry is more than a bit famous in his particular field... or infamous, actually. And Louis? Well, Louis just wishes people would quit trying so bloody hard to kill him all the time.)

2️⃣ A Rose, By Any Other Name by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry (E, 10k)

“I don’t understand, Mr. Tomlinson,” Harry says quietly.

“You don’t have to understand, sweetheart.” Louis reaches over and runs his thumb across Harry’s cheekbone, watching the boy’s breathing pause as he dares not move beneath the touch of this strange, imposing man. “All you need to know is that you work for me now, and that I’m going to keep you safe from all the bad people in this city, you hear?”

Louis Tomlinson is the head of New York City's mafia, and Harry is the beautiful boy from Texas who falls in with the wrong crowd (which turns out to be the right crowd).

3️⃣ Little Cub by aace1234 (NR, 68k)

Harry is head of the underground, he's ruthless, possessive, feared and powerful.

Louis is a student, his dad works for Harry but Louis has no idea about the underground world.

What happens when Louis Dad causes trouble and Harry kidnaps Louis for revenge.

4️⃣ we've got the world in our hands by sarcasticfluentry (E, 54k)

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

5️⃣ Watch Him As He Goes by LoadedGunn (M, 14k)

It's why Harry loves assignments with Louis; they're thrilling in a way. It's like he never rests. He's this animated, gorgeous guy who's all over the place and Harry actually has to work hard just to catch up to him.

It kind of reminds him of trying to stalk a predator stalking its prey, with his old 70-300 mm lens. Only the predator is a cheeky arsehole. "Come along Harold, I know you usually wait for your zebras to pose for you but here you've got to think on your feet," Louis yelled one time, before disappearing to interview Detective Payne. Never mind the fact Harry was slow in the first place because of Louis' tight jeans.

Or, the AU where Louis' the best police reporter in the country, Harry's the new photographer who is more used to penguins than human subjects, and also there are superheroes.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 this charade (was never going to last) by @scrunchyharry (E, 68k)

On the surface, CitizenX, an international caritative nonprofit, looked like any other nonprofit, funding humanitarian missions worldwide and striving to make the world a better place, one donation at a time.

At least, that was what Harry thought, until he was hired as a computer specialist for a spinoff agency called carish, whose true purpose was to reveal CitizenX’s tangled web of lies.

As if the whole ‘industrial spy’ business was not stressful enough, Harry found himself in a hatred-at-first-sight relationship with one of his new coworkers, Louis, a man intent on detesting Harry.

When the worst happened and Harry and Louis found themselves thrown together in hiding, with only each other to rely on, Harry never could have predicted the turn their relationship would take.

Nor could he anticipate that it would all be taken away from him and he would have to decide how far he was willing to go to get Louis back.

💎 All My Roads Lead to You by @dandelionfairies (M, 41k)

Harry’s stuck in a life he didn’t choose after leaving home at eighteen. Bartending and running drugs were never on his list. Louis is an undercover cop sent in to figure out exactly what’s going on inside of the bar. Neither could have known they’d be drawn to each other.

It’s obvious to Louis that Harry isn’t aware of everything that happens in the backroom. It’s obvious that Nick [Grimshaw] has used Harry’s vulnerability, insecurities, and naivety to keep the man exactly where he wants him.

Harry has never admitted to anyone who he is. They wouldn’t accept him. In fact, he has no doubt that if anyone found out he’s gay, he’d be dead. He doesn’t want to let that wall down for Louis. Because no one can know. But that’s easier said than done. Louis is everything Harry could have ever pictured.

💎 Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings (M, 29k)

Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rouge ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

💎 Tonight's the Night by @jaerie (E, 24k)

Tonight’s the night. The night Harry has been waiting for. Everything has been carefully planned, nothing left to chance, the scene set and waiting for their arrival. It’s time.

Harry lives a double life. During the day he's Harry- trusty blood spatter analyst, at night his darkness comes out to play. So far he's been able to act his way through a normal life without drawing attention. What happens when that is no longer the case?

Or a Dexter AU where Harry is Dexter, Liam is Doakes, Niall is Masuka and Gemma is Deb.

💎 Harry, That Kills People by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 2k)

If there’s one thing that Harry hates, it’s getting his clothes dirty.

If there’s one other thing that Harry hates, it’s murder.

Unfortunately, right here and right now, Harry’s clothes are dirty, and he’s murdered someone. So. It’s not a great day.

“Ugh,” says Harry. “Yeargh. Bleh.”

#ficrec #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ladylondonderry #jaerie #rearviewdreamer #loadedgunn #dandelionfairies #scrunchyharry #sarcasticfluentry #aace1234 #iwillpaintasongforlou

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etheartist · 7 months

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Falloutober -Day 3- Distant Glow.

"Take my advice kid, whenever you head out there, try your best to stay above ground. It might take longer, you'll get to where you're going covered in sweat and dust, but you'll get a better chance to even reach it. Avoid the Metro Tunnels like the plague unless you absolutely have to."

"See, when the sirens went off and the bombs were about to drop, almost everyone in DC went for the tunnels, hoping to get on one of the last few trains heading out the city, desperate for safe passage, hoping for a chance to escape from being consumed by fire."

"But when the bombs dropped, it was worse underground than in anywhere else, the tunnels collapsed, the cars crashed, thousands upon thousands of lost souls trapped underground, some were probably lucky...but the rest...the radiation took them."

"Understand now kid? Down there in the tunnels, there are hundreds upon hundreds of them, Ghouls, rabid and feral, and worse off, there are even some that glow, those are the ones you should be afraid of, they are different than the rest, they ooze radiation, can keep those corpses fighting even after you shoot them in the head. And they can call a whole horde of the fuckers too, down there in the dark, if you aren't careful, they'll swarm you and tear you apart."

"The city might belong to the mutants, and the wastes may belong to the raiders and slavers...but the metro..."

"The Metro belongs to the hordes."

(Could have used more texture, but I'm happy with the lighting for now).

#falloutober 2023 #fallout fanart #fallout #falloutober #2d artwork #fallout 3 #fallout ghoul #glowing one #falloutober2023

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makenna-made-this · 5 months

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Sequel to 2005 horror classic The Descent but instead it's point of view: you're a lil bald crawly dude chillin in your underground cave with the rest of the homies and all of a sudden a group of hairy mutant versions of yourself with a bunch of tools and a whole ass extra sense break into your house and start climbing all around and like what were you SUPPOSED to do??

#look we have no business being in elaborate cave systems #if something gets you it's your fault #ngl i think about this often #something is wrong with me #makenna made a shitpost #shut up me #the descent #being paid to dress up and crawl around like a little freak is such a dream job #jealous of all the doug joneses out there

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winterspiderpurrs · 8 months

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I don’t have a specific prompt I just want done dirty winterspider goodness please

Not sure if this will scratch the itch. But! Hopefully you still like it!

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The bass was loud in the underground club he was at. Lots of people where dressed up. Some in costumes, some just your generic club outfits. Petere had on a silky unbuttoned long sleeve shirt that was tied up to expose his abs. Had a thick black cat eye make up on, his hair was already wet with sweat.

Peter didn't normally frequent clubs like this, but he was close to his heat and had a lot of pent up energy. He couldn't really spend his heat with anyone who wasn't a super/mutant, spent most of them alone but leading up to his heat he had a lot more control and didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting someone in the heat of the moments.

It was a hassel sneaking off with out being tailed, closer to his heats Mr. Stark gets very protective of him. Happy is normally his shadow until he gets locked up in his room at the tower.

After one round of dancing he decided to take a break. Moving to slide up and lean against the bar. He pulls some cash from his pocket and waves it at the bar tender. He gets a coke with grenadine. Didn't need the alcohol to dull his senses that much. He was here to work off some steam, not to get drunk.

He just finished taking a swig of his drink, resting his chin in his hand when he felt a presence next to him. He turned to look at the person, definitely an alpha. His blue eyes stood out against the smear of black around his eyes. The muzzle around his face, maybe it was part of his outfit, seemed to match. Could be a kink maybe? Worried he may end up mated? Couldn't trust himself maybe? But those muscles...

Peter turned to face the man, he bit his lip for a moment before mustering up his courage.

" Wanna dance? I'm Peter. "

Peter extends his hand out to the other. The other studied Peter for a moment before glancing at his hand before reaching out his metal hand to grab onto Peter's. Giving the strange alpha a small smile, he pulled him onto the dance floor.

They danced for what seemed like hours.

The alpha leaned down to nuzzle up against his scent patch on his neck. This close to his heat, even his patch wouldn't be able to cover up his scent, not fully at least, especially with all the sweat he has worked up dancing. It would be extremely obvious to the alpha he was dancing with that he was attracted to him. Thank goodness he wore special heat underwear under his skinny jeans. He didn't want to be that obvious with how wet he was getting. Not long after, after they switched their dancing position, him leaning back against the Alpha, lightly grinding back against him that the Alpha was lightly pushing him in the direction of the back rooms.

That is where Peter found himself, pants around his ankles, the alpha pounding into him against the bathroom stall. After the knot deflated, Peter was surprised but the sudden coolness behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he realized the Alpha just up and left.

He tried not to feel hurt, his inner omega whining at the loss of a potential mate. His eyes pricked with tears. He shouldn't be bothered, he came to the club to blow off steam and he did. He was still secretly hoping to find someone though.

And its not til later right before the airport fight would of happened. That Steve and Tony were arguing about Bucky. They had just gotten back from another mission when Peter shows up at the tower, he was due for more scent patches that Tony and him worked on.

" Umm is this a bad time Mr.Stark? I can come back later?"

Bucky stares at Peter, before looking at Starka and Steve, then back to Peter. Peter turns to look at the stranger in the room. Frowning a little " Hey... have we met before? You look familiar "

Tony moves to stand between the two to put some distance to separate the two. " No way you could know him kiddo. He is dangerous and needa to be turned in, right Steve?"

Steve sighs and shakes his head " Bucky has done some things, but these recent crimes he is being blamed for wasn't him!"

" Peter...."

The room froze when they heard Bucky say Peter's name. Them all staring at him. Tony makes some faces trying to figure out how Bucky would know. " Why do you know my pups name?"

"Your pup?"

" Shut it capsicle. I'm talking to Mr. International War crimes here... now how do you know his name?"

Bucky glances at Steve, stares at Tony, shifting his stance a little. " The Backroom club..."

Tony turns to look at Peter. He knew he wasn't one for clubs, but he recalls several months where Peter called him to pick him up late one night. The confrontation. The overwhelming smell of Alpha.

" You fucked my kid??? In a dirty ass club?"

#asks #i kinda went crazy with the gifs...#winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #omega peter parker #alpha bucky barnes #winterspiderpurrs #writing prompt #dont mind if someone wants to expand on this

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In the teenage mutant neglected turtles au, I know you said that splinter didn't want them going out when they were younger (even though he didn't watch them to make sure they didn't) but is he the one giving them missions now, or do the turtles make those up themselves? How invested is he in them doing stuff on the surface?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. OK, here's the situation (keep in mind this is a new AU/TMNT iteration so I haven't ironed out all or even most of the wrinkles yet. im not even set on Splinters backstory)

BUT here's what I've been thinking. So as you know, when they're younger, Splinter would always lock them inside at night (or whenever he went to rest/sleep) because he didn't like the idea of them getting into trouble while he's asleep. But as they got older and he got more used to "taking care of" kids, that became less and less of an issue for him so he doesn't really worry about it anymore. He'll often ask one of the turtles where the other one is and either get "I don't know" or "Probably in his room" as a response and just not follow up on it, if he remembers to check up on his kids in the first place.

so by the time he realizes they've been to the surface he kind of doesn't give a shit anymore. he's like "eh, if they haven't gotten in trouble by now then they're probably fine." I mean, obviously he threw a whole rage fit at first but that was more because he'd been lied to/his rules hadn't been followed, than out of any fear or concern for the turtles lives. Once he cools down though he's like "well no reason to stop you since you've already been doing it for years"

he's also been training them since they could hold weapons because why not, right? Might as well make sure they can defend themselves when he's not around. and they've already shown they're generally proficient in what he's taught them so he's confident in their abilities (or i guess it's more like he's confident in his teaching. he's fully willing to demean them if they fail to meet his expectations though)

WHICH leads us to the turtles fighting ppl. I think at first they just kind of accidentally get into fights with humans/other mutants. mostly criminals or anyone they think is being a dickhead (cause they're impulsive teens who are highly skilled at fighting). obviously they don't tell Splinter about this, but he finds out eventually when they start to get into fights they can't get away from unscathed. By that point though, Splinter already knows they're going topside and is harshly like "Just be better and you won't get your ass beat. I swear I raised/trained you smarter than this" and all that jazz.

And this kind of escalates to them taking themselves very seriously as like, protectors of their little part of New York, right? Both to prove themselves to their dad and because it's the most freedom they have as a family unit. Like, they become wayyyy closer once they start fighting crime together.

SO for the most part they kind of just do whatever they want. but now that splinter sees them as a potentially useful task force who are (mostly) loyal to him he might start getting them involved in his past/grudges with, say, the foot clan :)

so I imagine Splinter sending them on occasional missions, either checking up on foot clan business or just like a fetch quest to get him something he wants. Naturally they trip over themselves for a chance to get a approval from him.

But for the most part they just do whatever they feel like, and give themselves missions/vote on which mission to do next.

sidenote: there IS a yokai Hidden City in this AU, or at least some kind of underground Yokai Society, maybe one more intertwined with New York than the Hidden City is in ROTTMNT but I've gotta figure it out a bit more first. so when they find that place they have a ball there too. eventually <3

sorry this kinda got ramble-y but i hope this answers your question :)

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles

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mika-writes-fanfics · 1 year

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Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Author's Note: Reader is a bit of a clueless foreigner who has no clue UA is a school. Y/n is in for a hell of a surprise these next few chapters. Also sorry this is turning into a slow burn. There's gonna be some sexual tension next chapter and within 3 chapters, I will have the first REAL smut scene (not just fantasizing).

Warnings/Tags: Kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk, mentions of burns, passing out, Dabi takes care of you

Abbreviation Guide: y/n (your name), e/c (eye color)

Word Count: 3.5K

Tags: @toutoshodoroki

Chapter Six: That's My Type

New faces start showing up around the base. The league of villains is growing, officially accepting two new members, with more to come. Magne seems to fit in well with Toga, quickly earning the endearment ‘Big Sis Magne’. Her quirk isn’t outright lethal, but you figure out that it may still be a problem should you escape. She can magnetize according to gender identity. Should you flee, she could magnetize you to reign you back in. It was becoming tiring to be consistently outmatched.

The other member goes by the name Spinner. There’s something about him that makes him seem different from the rest of the league. He’s much more nervous and awkward. The others carry themselves with a bit more confidence and conviction, contrasting Spinner. Plus, his get-up is strange, even with what you’ve become accustomed to. It’s like some sort of costume or cosplay. Just what the hell is he doing here?

During his introduction, you learn of his quirk. You could tell it was some sort of mutant quirk, as it obviously influenced his body. He has both the appearance and the abilities of a lizard, such as being able to climb up walls. His quirk and mannerisms combined have you suspecting he’s not as skilled in combat compared to the rest of the league. So far, it seems like your best bet would be to attempt to reason with him. Maybe you could trick him into letting you go. If that doesn’t work, you’d have to consider escalating. You want to believe you could totally throw down with him and win, but the current risk of failing is too great for your liking. Not to mention, you have no idea what the consequences would be should you attempt. You’re not in the business of fucking around and finding out.

‘Reasoning it is,’ you decide.

Unfortunately, you’re already beaten to the punch. Shigaraki always thinks ahead. The leader briefed Spinner on your situation, giving him specific instructions against allowing you to leave. Should you get caught running away, Shigaraki allows the use of force to bring you back. The new member seemed conflicted upon the explanation, citing something about Stain’s ideology. Shigaraki was quick to defend your captivity.

“This world -no- hero society classifies people like us as villains or undesirables. But the healers? They’re never judged for their quirks. They never become villains. How are we supposed to keep ourselves alive, when hospitals would call the heroes? How are we supposed to be healed when the healers themselves are aligned with heroes?” Shigaraki monologues. It’s not hard to guess how he feels about the current hero system. Under the hand mask, his eyes hold a rage you’ve never seen before. Just his expression alone chills you to your core. “It’s karmic rebalancing. A means to an end.”

Shigaraki’s seething speech seemed to placate Spinner. There’s still some reluctance in his body language and expression, but evidently, his hesitation isn’t enough for him to protest further. You bite your cheek, frustrated at the way things are going for you. Maybe there’s still hope for you to convince Spinner, but the odds are becoming slimmer. It’s enough to make you sulk.

After you’re dismissed by Shigaraki, you head to your room to stew in your own disappointment. You’re feeling far too hopeless and exasperated to brainstorm other avenues of escape. Instead, you bury your head deep into the pillows and let out a good scream. Your muffled shout gives you a little bit of catharsis. Your sulking is short lived, as your time alone is interrupted. The door to your room bursts open. Out of reflex, you instantly shoot up from your bed, scrambling to sit up straight. The suddenness startles you, causing your mind to instantly assume there’s some sort of emergency. Toga bounds over to you with an excited smile on her face. Evidently, she’s unharmed and unworried. No emergency this time.

Toga practically drags you into her room, citing a need for ‘League girl-time’. You’re not exactly in the position to deny her, with being a hostage and all, so you go along with it. She urges you to sit on the floor along with her and Magne. You take a seat across from the two of them, settling yourself on a pink pillow. While the two of them talk, you take a moment to look at your surroundings. The layout is the same as yours with identical furnishings. She’s clearly decorated the space to make it her own. Her room is exactly what you’d expect for a teenage girl, pink decor with a bed drowning in plushies. The only part that ticks you off to her unusual fixation lies on her desk. There’s an assortment of knives and tubes of blood littering the table. How fitting.

A thought dawns on you upon staring at her knife collection. Maybe this could be useful to you. ‘Taking one wouldn’t be such a bad idea, I might need some sort of self-defense in the future,’ You think. ‘Toga’s got plenty, surely she wouldn’t notice one missing, right?’

“Aw man, I screwed up! I can never do the other hand right,” Toga complains. Her exclaim pulls you out of your thoughts and you shift your eyes to her. She’s pouting while trying to wipe off the smeared polish from her skin. It only makes the smudges worse, staining her nearby skin in red polish.

You remember seeing a bottle of nail polish remover near where you sat, so you pass it to her. “Looks like you could use this,” you offer.

She gladly takes it from your hands and thanks you. The acetone dissolves the smudged polish, fixing her mistake. You can tell a lightbulb must have gone off in her head, as she turns to you and asks, “Hey, y/n, are you good at doing nails?”

“I’m alright at it, I guess,” you answer modestly.

“Would you mind painting this hand for me?” She questions in a small voice. It’s hard to rationalize denying such a tame request. You find yourself agreeing, to which she welcomes with an appreciative smile. She moves over closer to you and presents her non-dominant hand. You start carefully painting the rest of her nails.

“So,” Magne starts. She turns to Toga, addressing her question to the teen. “Shigaraki said our next mission will make UA look pathetic. What do you think of his plan, Toga?” You’re not sure where you heard the name ‘UA’ before, but it somehow feels familiar. Maybe its some sort of hero association? An agency maybe? You regret not learning more about the hero culture of Japan. Pushing it off and assuming you’d learn about it better firsthand clearly didn’t work out for you, after getting kidnapped and all.

The two of them continue the conversation, not noticing your confusion. “I’m really looking forward to it. There was a boy I saw from the UA sports festival that seemed really cool, maybe I’ll get to meet him!” She gushes. Toga begins to passionately ramble about the boy, her pale cheeks flushing in excitement. “He’s got green hair and a quirk that leaves him really beat up. I bet he’d look even cooler covered in blood!”

Their discussion seems to veer off into a tangent about past crushes. You’re silently thankful their conversation shifts. Hearing their future plans worries you too much, even if you don’t fully understand what they’re talking about. You tune out their conversation, instead focusing on finishing up Toga’s nails. The conversation around you seems to just melt away. Their talk about what type of person they like becomes background noise to you. Or, at least it did until Magne wanted to know your input on the topic.

“So, y/n, what’s your type?” Magne turns to you and asks. It’s a sudden question to you, not one you were expecting from her. You pause.

“Like, the type of person I’m attracted to?” You ask for clarification, desperately hoping she meant anything else. Your wishful thinking ceases when Magne nods. You shift uncomfortably. What have you gotten yourself into?

“Yeah, I wanna know too,” Toga agrees. “You know I like people covered in blood, so I wanna know what you like!” You feel both of their eyes watching you, expectantly. Maybe you can attempt to lie your way out of this.

“I… I just like someone with a good personality, that’s all,” you lie. You’re worried about what kind of attention your true answer would bring. Just thinking about all the possible, awkward situations it would cause is enough to make your cheeks flame.

“Come on, that’s boring, be more specific!” Toga whines. She’s disappointed with your answer, but it’s better for you this way.

“There’s no shame in a woman knowing what she wants, you should be more honest,” Magne agrees. You groan in response, still refusing to budge. “We won’t judge you for your tastes.”

“Yeah! Why’re you so embarrassed? Unless…” she trails off, voice becoming more mischievous towards the end. You don’t like where this is heading. “Maybe there’s someone in the league that is your type.” Either you’re more expressive than you think, or Toga is good at reading you, as she lets out an excited squeal. “Eek! Do you have a crush? Who is it?”

“What? No! No way,” you frantically refute. Toga and Magne remain unconvinced, perhaps even more sure of the truth.

“I bet I can guess!” Toga wagers.

“It wouldn’t be hard, there’s only so many of us,” Magne agrees.

“I’m not saying anything,” you deadpan. Toga thinks on it for a moment, tapping her finger on her lips in a thoughtful gesture. A lightbulb must have gone off in her head as she opens her mouth to speak.

“I can see you liking those refined types, sorta like Mr.Compress!” Toga guesses. You’re thankful she’s not correct. Evidently, your expression is telling. She pouts upon studying your reaction. “Dang, I was wrong, huh?”

“‘M not saying anything,” you remind, still refusing to budge. You finish up painting her nails, hoping busying yourself would hide your expressions. You don’t notice how Magne scrutinizes you, too distracted with Toga’s whines. The teen tries to goad you into giving her hints, before Magne snaps her fingers. Her gesture silences you and Toga. You and Toga look at her expectantly.

“You’re into guys with a rough edge to them. The dark, mysterious, and witty types of guys,” She predicts. You feel a bit mortified at how she figured it out, but you’re trying your damnedest not to show it. Magne sees right through you and smirks. “It’s gotta be Dabi.”

“N-no no no, that’s not-” you try to deny. Your attempts at convincing otherwise fall on deaf ears.

“Woah, Big Sis Magne is good at this,” Toga marvels. You feel your cheeks burn the longer the conversation goes on. “How do you do it?”

“What can I say? I’m a lady with a keen eye,” Magne gloats. “I suspected we had similar tastes.”

A succession of knocking on the door interrupts the conversation. You’re initially thankful for the interruption, but when the door swings open, you rethink that relief. It’s Dabi.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Y/n,” He addresses. You stiffen and straighten your posture. “I’m a little burnt. Mind helping me out?”

“A-Alright, ‘m coming,” you agree. You rise from your spot on the floor. Your eyes catch Magne giving you a not so subtle wink. The action makes more heat rise to your cheeks. Damn, this is embarrassing.

“You’re interrupting girl time, you know,” Toga pouts. He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t care,” Dabi retorts. Toga sticks her tongue out at him, to which he reciprocates with a glare. When you meet him at the door, he guides you forward with a tentative hand on the small of your back. His other hand catches the door and shuts it behind the both of you. You can clearly hear the conversation between Toga and Magne through the door. Your mind can’t help but nervously wonder how much of the conversation Dabi heard.

The anxious questioning in your mind distracts you from noticing how much touchier Dabi is today. His warm palm retracts from the curve of your spine, fingers softly dragging along your back in the process. Despite how warm his hand feels, the featherlight sensation of his makes you shudder. His hand brushes yours a few times while the two of you walk to your room, the contact only making your nervousness worsen.

Toga’s room is not far from yours, so it doesn’t take long for you to arrive at your door. Dabi casually makes himself comfortable on your bed while you retrieve the first aid kit. Before you use your quirk, you disinfect his wounds and inspect the state of his body. You’re able to visibly see that most of his burns are on his arms and hands, but the lower levels of tissue have been damaged. It’ll take longer to heal this, especially if he wants it treated today. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves for the long healing session ahead of you.

You begin the healing process on his hands first. It takes time for the skin to even start healing over, leading you to focus a lot of your energy just in one area. Despite your best efforts, your mind keeps wandering, thinking about Dabi, your feelings, and how it all fits in with your situation. You find yourself wishing you met under different circumstances and wondering what he’d be like if he chose a different path in life. Magne was right, Dabi was your type. Not only that, but you enjoyed talking to him. Even healing him wasn’t much of a chore to you. What stops you from pursuing anything is the whole being a criminal part and complicit in your captivity part. You wish you could just shut your feelings off so you could focus solely on scheming a way out. But alas, you cannot fight feelings. You can’t fight the heartbeat in your chest when he touches you. You can’t fight the breath he steals when his eyes meet yours. You can’t fight the playful banter exchanged between the two of you. You can’t fight the attraction you feel towards Dabi.

You focus back on reality when you feel the numbness creep up your fingers. Upon glancing down, you notice your fingers are turning darker. His hands seem to be healed up enough, but there are still burns on his arms. Should you push your quirk and keep healing him, you’d likely start seeing the effects of frostbite. It’s time for a break.

“Hey, I’m near my limit. I need to warm up before we continue,” you explain. “It might take some time for me to stop feeling so cold.”

“How long are you thinking?” He asks.

“Depends. Maybe an hour if I get under blankets? It might be faster if I take a hot shower instead.”

“That’d take too long, I have a better idea.”

The roles are reversed as he grabs both of your hands. You’re about to ask, but the words die on your lips. His hands heat up, slightly above his usual temperature. The warmth he gives off relaxes your cold hands and you let out a pleased sigh.

“That feels better already. I didn’t know you could do this, thanks,” you say with a breathy voice.

“‘S no big deal,” he mumbles. Dabi turns his gaze to your hands and notices how well your hands fit into his. Time seems to slow. The two of you let the minutes tick by, hand in hand. His thumb lazily traces your skin. Such a simple, delicate action manages to ignite electricity where he touches you. He makes it hard to ignore the attraction you feel.

Still, something about the situation feels like you’re crossing a line. It feels forbidden, like you’re losing yourself the more you enjoy his touch. Reluctantly, you pull your hands out of his. He fights the feeling of disappointment when you do so. “I’m feeling better now, but I’ll let you know when I’m cold, okay?” His eyes meet yours as he merely nods in response.

Time passes on as you heal him, with more instances of Dabi warming your hands and more internal battles with complicated feelings. Your thoughts seem to go in circles, starting with you thinking about giving into your desires and enjoying the way Dabi makes you feel, and then fearing you’re feeling the beginnings of Stockholm syndrome, only to end back at the start. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the league’s humanity and remember your end goal. With Dabi, it feels impossible. He’s cold and detached from the others, yet with you, he’s surprisingly pleasant and easygoing. You hate to admit, but you find a bit of solace in him.

During your deep thinking, your hands have climbed farther and farther up the expanse of his arms, leaving healed skin in the wake of your touch. You’re almost done, but you find yourself feeling a bit woozy. Quirk specialists warned you that using your quirk saps your own energy, but you never experienced that downfall of your quirk. The hypothermic side effect was your biggest concern, but with how Dabi’s warmth negates the cold, you’ve pushed past your usual limit. Is that what you’re feeling? An energy depletion?

You stop healing him the instant the feeling worsens. It’s too bad you’re a moment too late. The room seems to spin around you and your body begins to feel heavy. Your vision even looks fuzzy around the edges. Dabi notices you swaying on the spot. There’s a look of delirium on your face and you seem to be blinking slower than usual. He can tell something is off.

“Hey, are you-” The rest of his sentence dies on his lips when your eyes roll back and you start to fall backwards. He springs into action, quickly standing up to catch you. You’re pulled flush against his own body. He’s bearing the brunt of your weight, while your foggy mind struggles to react. It takes a few seconds for your e/c eyes to flutter back open. You look up at his cobalt blue eyes with a mixture of confusion and panic upon realizing you can’t stand. Your hands clutch onto his shirt sleeves, fingers bunching up the fabric.

He catches onto your anxiety, and assures you, “I gotcha, you’re okay.” Your weak legs twitch, attempting to move and hold your body up. “‘M not going to let you fall, relax.”

Your bodies are so close he realizes that he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, only to notice your heart rate slows to a more relaxed pace. He can feel some of the tension in your body subside. If the circumstances were different, he thinks he’d enjoy the sensation of being so close to you, the sensation of touching you. He can’t help but think he should, but any shred of satisfaction is replaced with a gnawing concern for you. There’s this desire in him to take care of you right now, a desire he relents to as he guides you to your bed and gently lays you down. You seem to weakly nestle into the pillows, your body appreciating the rest. While you’re relieved to no longer be in danger of falling, he’s still internally freaking out. You seemed to just faint out of nowhere to him, there’s something seriously wrong with you. He’s still close enough to you to discern your lips are turning blue. Instantly, his brows furrow in concern. Are you cold now too?

He touches the back of his hand to your cheek, confirming his question. Your skin is like ice, you must be freezing all over. He thinks you must still be a bit delirious, as he catches you leaning into his touch, an action he never pictured from anyone. You whisper a meek, “So warm.”

“This a side effect of your quirk?” He asks, trying to mask his worry with feigned curiosity. You’re in no state to analyze his tone, so his concern goes entirely unnoticed by you.

“Mm, I think so,” You tiredly slur. “Seems like my quirk used up my energy.”

“Is there anything you can do? Anything you need?”

“Don’t know, never had this happen before,” you whisper. You attempt to close your eyes and sleep, but he nudges you awake, earning a displeased groan from you. Your eyes open slowly as you look up at him with a pouty expression. “I just wanna sleeeep,” you whine.

“If you’re out of energy you need to eat something,” he scolds. Truthfully, he’s talking out of his ass. It might help, but he’s just guessing at this point. You don’t seem to have any clue what to do either, as you’re in no state to think of solutions. He’s just a bit afraid of you not waking back up, should you fall asleep now.

“But ‘m dizzy and the kitchen is so farrr,” you complain.

“Guess you got a point there,” he softly chuckles and agrees. “I’ll get you something, okay? So stay awake until I get back.” You meely nod in agreement with his terms, despite how heavy your lids feel. He leaves your room and shuts your door, before heading downstairs to the kitchen. It dawns on him that he’s treating you differently than the rest of the league. He’s even helping you without being asked to, without any immediate benefit to him. Why the fuck is he doing this for you anyways? Why did your whining and pouting not piss him off? Why does seeing you like this worry him? Why does he even care what happens to you? His next thought makes him stop in his tracks.

Oh shit.

It’s because he fucking likes you.

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Title: Continue.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men, The Gifted.

Pairing: Underground mutants.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 595 words.

Warnings: Mention of characters death, run away, Sentinels.

Summary: You and the rest of the mutants are trying to survive to the “new” world.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover, Annie-1018 & square 1:

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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You kept running; the only thing on your minds was that you had to escape; if you didn't, then the Sentinels would catch them. You still didn't know what would happen if that happened; you had had no communication with anyone about what the Sentinels had caught.

The X-men no longer existed; now where would there be a safe place for mutants?

Finally, after a couple of hours, you found a place where you could hide. It did not seem very safe, so you had to make several modifications to be able to condition it and try to make it as close to the home you used to have as possible.

"I'm sorry about James," you said to John.

"He has always been like that; I knew that sooner or later he was going to sacrifice himself, but I didn't think that so soon...

"I know he was always trying to protect us; we have lost a great member...

"Am I interrupting something?" Lorna asked with a playful little smile.

"No, we were just remembering James," you answered, and the smile disappeared from Lorna's face.

"Do you need anything?" John questioned her after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Marcos and I were checking out the place; maybe we could set up here, but we will need to make some modifications so we can be safe," "Lorna informed.

"We also need to look for the others, as well as other mutants; we are all useful in some way or another."

Slowly, you were able to rehabilitate the place; it definitely didn't look anything like Mansion X, nor did you have the same technology, but none of that mattered; it was your home now.

You saw the old photos; that first place after you had to flee from the mansion no longer existed; the Sentinels had destroyed it. Not counting all the casualties, you had, you missed Sonia. Whenever you had nightmares, you went to her.

You were waiting for me to return from the confrontation against Reeva. It was indescribable what you felt when they started telling about Reed's sacrifice.

A couple of nights later, you reunited; the Sentinel program and the Accords had been cancelled, and the Purifiers were also being tried for your crimes.

You began to talk about what you were going to do—everything you would like to do—you were finally free, yet an emptiness was felt; without hesitation, you would have liked all mutants to be there and be able to live such bliss—all those you considered your family, the family that a few had taken from them.

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us." John suddenly said

"I miss Mansion X and all the adventures we had..." you started to say, but your voice broke.

In the last five years, you had lived through horrible things—running away, hiding, and countless other things—and it seemed implausible to be able to have a relatively normal life or as close to what it was before all the chaos broke out.

"Well, now we can do whatever we want. Our Aurora will grow up happy and normal," Marcos commented.

"There's nothing normal about Dawn's parents," you whispered, causing everyone to laugh. You still didn't understand how Lorna had fallen in love with Marcos.

You kept joking until something distracted you.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?" Clarice called you.

"Steve Rogers is coming to get us," you said, still staring blankly.

"What does he want?" John questioned.

"Our help."

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unabashednightmarepizza · 1 year

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Hi there!! I have an idea for you! How would Aizawa react to a young villain(who is in the LoV and at the same age as his students) being an evil genius? The rest is up to you but she is very skilled and very smart and she hurts him. Also his quirk doesn't work on her because she has a similar quirk which nullify others' quirks. Have a good day/night!

A/N: Hi, dears! Thanks for requesting and I know it had taken a lot for me to write this but school sucks... I hope that's for your liking and good readings!

After I wrote this, I realized that this included both requests...

Also, the reader is like 18-19 here and has a quirk called " Manipulation" which helps the owner to manipulate and control quirks and objects etc.

Taglist: @camerondiaz48104

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Goodbye... Sensei...

Pairings: Aizawa x young!villain reader

Summary: The USJ attack was traumatizing to everyone in the Class 1-A in many ways. For their homeroom teacher? It was even worse...

Requested by: @makizeninfan

“No. 13, Do the evacuation procedure! And try calling the school!”

“ Kaminari, you too! Try contacting Yuuei with your quirk!”

At his teacher’s stern voice, Kaminari let out a shocked squeak while the others were too busy with being worried about being in a potential danger and the wellbeing of their teachers. Seeing Aizawa prepare his binding cloth and put his googles, Midoriya walked to his teacher.

“Sensei!? Are you gonna fight them alone!?”

And then his worried muttering began. Without a care, Aizawa put his googles on and jumped down from the high steps after putting all of his hopes of protecting his students to the 13th hero.

The villains in front of him all laughed at him jumping into the action, thinking that he wasn’t that strong and thus made their first big mistake.

“Who the hell’s that!?”

“Wasn’t there supposed to be only no.13 and All Might!?”

“Wait… IT WON’T SHOOT!!”

Behind the screen, a young girl who has been watching this little introduction part with bored eyes while polishing her nails turned her head at the voice of a familiar tone and widened her eyes upon seeing who was there. Then she started to laugh slowly and spinned her chair gleefully but her happiness didn’t last long when she heard the villain’s stupid talk. She looked at the screen menacingly and snarled at the idiots, while slamming her hand and opening the mic.

“Ya idiots!! Are you that stupid to not realize he erases your quirks?! I didn’t tell Shigaraki to collect a bunch of middle-schoolers here!”

At their patron screaming at them, they all shut their eyes close and held their ears in pain because of her quirks affecting them. But a certain one who had a mutant quirk didn’t seem to care at all and contiued to walk towards their new target.

“Hehe… Can he even erase mutant-shapes like me!?”

His sentence was cut short upon his face meeting with the black haired teacher’s fist and he stumbled backwards, eventualy passing out. Shigaraki, who was behind the whole plan, scratched his neck all the while thinking about the next step.

“God, pro heroes are such a pain. If we were just any group, we wouldn’t stand a chance but…”

“… we have someone that they would never have. A genius. A true villain with great potential and hatred…”

“… someone whose hopes were crushed by the society we want to destroy…”

While Shigaraki was occupied with thinking, the one who she mentioned about gat up from her seat and started to talk with Kurogiri.

“Kurogiri-san… I believe that the underground hero underestimates us…”

“We can’t allow that.”

And when Kurogiri’s black mist covered the whole place and blocked their ways out, all the students backed out with fear written on their eyes while 13 was also shocked at the sudden appearance before her eyes. Before they would attack and protect each other, the one before them started to talk and explain the reason they were there.

When you saw two spiked haired boy attack Kurogiri, you jumped from your seat and started to gather your items while Shigaraki who was like your bratty brother stopped you with the four of his fingers, holding your wrist carefully. You looked at him questioningly with a rised eyebrow and he pointed at the screen and then at you, commanding you to take care of yourself. You smirked at him teasingly and nodded your head, telling Kurogiri to warp you into the USJ.

At the meantime, Kurogiri was threatining the young students while they were trying to stand still because ot the wind that happened as a result of his mist. But then a soft and teasing voice interrupted him, making him calm down slightly.

“Kurogiri~~ Don’t scare the poor things to death! They are not the ones who we came for!”

“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/N).”

The young woman walked slowly at the students and 13 but a shocking truth dawned on them…

They couldn’t move any part of their body.

Then, they started to freak out since they were miserable without using their bodies and the young girl looked at them confused but smiled soon and swinged her arm around one of the students which made him growl in response.

“Oh dear, you must be wondering what’s going on! To sum it up, It’s my guirk Manipulation. I can control everything and anything living or non-living… including Quirks…”

“ And right now, I’m controlling every cell and muscle in your bodies alongside your quirks to immobilize you all. Actually I know quite a lot of things about your quirks. Not gonna lie, every one of you has great quirks but you’re all blinded by the flashy and highlighted colors of the hero society. Poor you, never thought of why the villains are the way they are… “

“I see that you wanna talk, ponytail so… go on.”

When you finished your talking and looked at the girl who was now able to move her mouth, she sighed in relief but that didn’t cover the fact that she was still scared and thinking about a way out and eventually, she looked at you straight in the eye and talked.

“ You are villains just because you want to destroy what you don’t have. You’re abominations of our society and you’d never win and you know this too. That’s why you are here…”

When she stopped talking midsentence to search for your reaction and you started to pout sadly which made a few of them think that a part of you still held regret but immediately, you smiled widely while looking at the blue haired male out of the corner of your eye.

“By the way Iida-kun, you might want to hurry up or else I’ll probably kill or at lest go near killing your dear sensei~~"

As soon as he heard his name come out of your mouth, Iida widened his eyes and slowly turned to look at you with fear in his eyes, the same fear as his friends held.

You waved your hand towards the entrance and smiled softly at him and he slowly moved to the entrance and then took a run for the Yuuei. You turned to the students with a cold look on your face and dusted yourself off.

“Well, it was nice to talk with y’all but unfortuanetly I have other jobs to do so… have fun with your training!”

With the wave of your hand Kurogiri opened his portals again and sent the students to the different parts of the training ground.Then, he came to stand beside you to look down at the events happening and looked at you with his static yellow eyes.

“ Are you going to face with Eraserhead, Miss?”

You slowly looked at him with big eyes and looked down at the man fighting against your brother and tsked at his immaturity, cracking your knuckles and plopped down on the ground.

“Not yet… His favourite one is about to come and I don’t want to deal with his tantrums.”

Seeing your previous sensei all beaten up and bloodied was a sight you never tought you would see. Seeing him so stubborn and dead-set on protecting the students made you let out an annoyed "tch", wondering why he hadn't done the same for you.

Why hadn't he come for you...

The day when all your trust for the heroes vanished, was the day none of them ever came for you and your friend. You had watched her die, choking on her blood with spikes shooting out of body, with a huge debris over your legs that made you unable to move...

If it wasn't for Kurogiri and your master, you would be dead just like her.

But you didn't, and ever since that day... Only your master's voice rang inside your mind, blocking your friend's sweet face and voice.

"Get revenge..."

And now, standing before his beaten body by the Nomu after Shigaraki's taunting of the next heroes, creating an invisible shield that prevented others from entering, you crouched before him. The yells of "sensei!" could be heard even inside the bubble that they obviously couldn't break, and the sounds of that Bakugo guy exploding and ultimately failing made you laugh crazily, even going as far as making you cry.

Or maybe, you finally lost the connection between your brain and emotions after all that you endured.

Aizawa couldn't focus on one thing, his brain was too smushed for that. His sight was blurry with tints of red and he was ready to die for good. For a middle-aged man, he saw and experienced enough blood-shed and broken bones to know that his end was near.

That is, if the others wouldn't arrive any time soon.

But even in the middle of his death, he could always remember those eyes. The eyes that once held a bright future in them, the eyes that had the ambitions of a young girl who only wanted to save humans...

The eyes of hif favourite student, the one he saw as a daughter... The dull eyes of the once young girl whose dream was to be a hero...

"Y/N..." his weak whisper made you stop in the middle of your laugh and look down at him, not hearing your real name for a long time. You tilted your head confused and brought his head closer by yanking on his bloodied hair, not understanding where all those voices were coming from.

"You have potential to be more..."

" You can do better like this, here... Try it..."

"Don't forget to eat your meals, kid..."

"Forget about them, your new home is here!"

"I'm proud of you, Y/N... of the hero you will be one day."

You shook your head, heart trying to make you... remember? What was there to remember anyway? The time when they left? Or the times you had to go through all those experiments..?

How your master... never cared about you and tousled you from side to side..?

Or how you never trully mattered... to anyone..?

"Why do you do this... Making me question myself when my loyalty is-"

"If you were sure... of it, you-you wouldn't question it... I thought I taught you... that..." tears gathered at the corner of Aizawa's eyes, both from the physcial and emotional damage done to his body. He remembered that day, when he was still new to being teacher. He hated how lousy the kids were, how they didn't cate about the consquences, how they didn't think before they acted...

Except you.

You always trained and was aware of the extent of your powers. You could read the environment even in times of crisis, always knowing where to stand and exactly when to attack. You were kind, supportive, loving and hardworking...

All the reasons why he loved you more than any students he had at that time.

And that was the reason why he almost killed everyone for stopping him from getting to you. He never forgave them, and always pressured them to search for you and your friend. They only told him that she was dead and there was no sign of you...

And it broke his heart. Maybe if only he didn't listen to them, looked for you more or tried harder... You wouldn't be where you were right now.

You grew up to be an amazing young girl with the sharpest mind he had ever seen... You would have been an amazing hero, inspiring others and saving lives just as you always imagined with him watching you accomplish all of your dreams with a proud smile...

But here you two were.

Student against teacher...

Villain against hero...

"You taught me a lot... For example never to trust anyone fully, I just never thought it would be you whom I shouldn't trust with."

"Y/N... I tried to find you... I tried to fight but the Hero Commission-"

"If a hero is bound by the law made by people with zero care for human life... Then, they are no hero..."

To that, he didn't have an answer to give. He saw how your heart was broken and he let out a shuddering breath, accepting his fate...

Dying at the hands of his student.

But he reopened his eyes at feeling no pain and looked at you with eyes wide with shock. He no longer felt pain, and his skull was a lot better, all the blood disappearing as if nothing happened.

You... healed him?

He watched your figure slowly getting closer to the purple and black portal with a pounding heart. If what he thought was true...

Then you weren't completely gone into that evil side.

Before you got out of the bubble you created, he caught your hand thightly and begged you with tears in his eyes. "Y/N, I know you're not completely gone! I can help you!"

"You can't and won't." You said harshly and got your hand out of his grip, fearing yourmaster would see the dilemma you were in. "What makes you think-"

"Because if you were... You wouldn't have healed me. Look, I know I am at wrong, that I didn't do anything but this time, even if I have to fight with you, for you.... I will not give up on you this time!"

And while you left them there, healthy and well unknowing to the League, Aizawa swore that he heard you call out his name with a sad look over your shoulders.

"You can't help me, Sensei... I'm in too deep."

And he swore to himself that even if it got him killed, he would save you...

Knowing that you could read minds.

"I will save you from them... I will do it, no matter what!"

And smiling sadly at his words while walking in your room under the heavy stares of the others in the team, you slid down on the door and sat down with crossed legs.

"Goodbye sensei... I hope that you won't do that, for your own good..."

With only the memory of you two holding his binding scarf and him letting you use it precisely, watching with a rare happy smile.

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