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capo-cedes · 4 years

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Tutus or Ties

INVOLVED: Mercedes D'onofrio and Nicholas D’onofrio TIME FRAME: Thursday, March 19th, 2020 LOCATION: D’onofrio Estate; New York City, New York NOTES: Nicholas doesn’t show for Mercedes scheduled appointment like he asked, causing her to discover their child’s gender alone. Nicholas action causes an argument between husband and wife.

Mercedes sat in the back of the truck as it escorted her back to their home. She looked up, feeling Freddie’s eyes on her as they rode “you don’t have to look at me in that way” she reminded him easily as she sat there. Her head dropped once more as she spun her wedding ring around her finger agitatedly, in a fit of rage she’d snatched it off before and left it on their marital bed only to have graced it with her hand again. She forgave him; for Sarah, for her sister, for his lack of involvement. She pushed all of that aside and just accepted the many flaws he had but this; she couldn’t outwardly project her true feelings right now. She made her doctor wait an hour for Samuel. And he still didn’t show. He said he’d be there, and he didn’t show, didn’t even call? It was their child for goodness sakes, it was his son. He’d made a fool of her again, after claiming he wouldn’t do so moving forward. She exhaled slowly as they pulled up to the estate and she looked at Freddie as he climbed out of the vehicle and moved to open her door, Mercedes climbed out and slid her sunglasses off her face. She hadn’t even cried, hm, was that because she hadn’t seen his face yet or was that hate consuming her?

"Tighten the gag." Nicholas told Paul, looking down at his Rolex, with a deep scowl. He had the distinct feeling he'd forgotten something. But what? He thought, head rolling back against the seat. Paul tugged at the gag tied between the jaws of the man folded on the floor of the town car, with a grunt. The man on the floor began to sob in earnest, sucking in his own spit from the wad of cloth into his mouth. Nicholas spoke with an absolute calm that oozed malice. "Mr. Lampier. You didn't want to talk when you had the chance. Don't waste your breath now. You're going to need it." He said, licking his lips. "Part of the fun will be dragging the truth out of you." He looked up from his watch, and the answer to his riddle stepped from her own bullet proof SUV. "Shit." Nicholas uttered, as they pulled in behind Red's vehicle. He sighed, "Let me out here. I'll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes." He said, climbing from the car.

Mercedes tucked the expensive sunglasses in her purse as she moved towards the front entrance of the home, Freddie didn’t hesitate to beat her strides and open the front door for her. She walked into the quiet home and looked around, if her husband was really here, they’d be making themselves busy on purpose bustling around. Her presence seemed to be the only thing to magically quicken their steps. “You don’t have to endur-” she raised her hand up at Freddie and said “I don’t want to talk about that now” as she looked at him, handing her purse off to a maid. “You always chose to rid yourself of things that causes you grief and now you’ve managed to-” Freddie started and she tilted her head, her eye twitching. He silenced himself and left her sight before she was to put her hands on him, or worse. “So,” a woman spoke expectantly as they crowded around her, a maid delicately clutching the expensive purse she handed her in her small hands. “Tutus or Ties” someone asked with a bright smile. They didn’t get invested much in Samuel and Mercedes’ life, their jobs were as dangerous as the guards, one slip up and they were killed just like everyone else. But this baby they all happened to be invested in, in one way or another. The child softened her, when Mr. Donofrio wasn’t upsetting her that was. The child to them was a good thing. She looked at all of them and said “it doesn’t matter, it isn’t important” as she turned her back to them and moved to walk away. Confused eyes glanced at each other, she was excited leading up to this point and they couldn’t imagine her carrying something she hadn’t wanted would darken her spirits in this way.

Nicholas hand slid down the front of his suit, unbuttoning it as he climbed the steps. He needed to check in on Red, though it was probably better to finish his work than speak with his wife. It was a conversation he had no doubt wasn't going to go well. At the threshold, he halted for another moment, before entering the home. The eyes of the servants were all on Red. "Don't you all have other things to do?" He said with the voice of quiet command, head sweeping over the assembled crowd.

Mercedes moved for their stairs ignoring the familiar voice as it commanded the curious bodies to go work. He couldn’t meet her at her appointment but managed to meet her at home. She hated that man. Licking her red painted lips her heels clicked with her very deliberate march up the stairs she made.

Nicholas tracked the staff as they scattered, moving quickly away from him like ants on a mission for their queen. His ear twitched at the sharp click of Red’s heels on the stairs. He looked to her knowing he owed her an explanation. But stiffening at the thought of his continual chasing of his wife. She could have at least asked him why he hadn’t made it before getting so damn upset. He closed the door but didn’t pursue her up the stairs. Instead he moved down the hall to the back of the house through the staff quarters. He intended to get his answers from his quarry before talking to his wife. If he didn’t, he’d most likely kill the man before he had his questions answered.

Mercedes made it to their bedroom, and she slipped into it, closing the door behind herself. Freddie had managed to find his rightful spot by the door where he was always stationed throughout the day. Licking her full lips slowly she removed her earrings and other jewelry sitting them in their rightful places in their bedroom before she removed her full wig, sitting it aside. Mercedes did not hesitate to remove her brown contacts, before she removed her wig cap and combed down her freshly pressed hair, combing it down her back before she began removing her face of makeup.

Paul bounded Mr. Lampier’s hands above his head. "That was quick." He said, turning to see his brother enter the room. He pulled off another piece of duct tape, then placed it over the man's mouth. Nicholas said nothing to his brother as he stalked across the floor. Jaw clenched tight, he hissed through his teeth, "You really have proven to be a pain in my ass." He said, punching the bound man hard in the temple. The man cried out in muted pain behind his multiple gags. Bound as he was, his body shook, moving like a punching bag in a small semi-circle in the middle of the floor. Nicholas added a kidney shot, then an uppercut in quick succession. Each hit landed square on the man's slender frame, cracking bones audibly. Paul grabbed his brother's arm, "Nicholas! Damn Bro! We want him to talk first." He said, haling Nicholas away from Mr. Lampier. Nicholas shook Paul off. "I know." He bellowed, "I know." He repeated, getting control of himself. He pressed his hands into the wall. "Marriage... I'm starting to think I'm not cut out for it."

Mercedes rid her face of all the makeup and once she was finished, she moved to her feet to go into their bathroom to wash her face clean of any extra debris. When she was done washing her face, she pats it dry with a towel before she sat it aside, face full of freckles now and eyes grew as grass. She licked her lips as she moved back into their bedroom, she grabbed something to put on after her shower before she went back into the bathroom and began a warm shower for herself. She moved to wrap her hair again, she placed a scarf around it before she stripped herself of her clothing, she kicked her heels off, unzipped her dress, and removed her under garments before she moved into the shower.

Paul laughed, rolling his eyes. “Only one brother can live the bachelor's life and that’s me. You know how much more pussy I get because you, two jack offs, are out the market? No, no… I have this on lock. Buy her some flowers or a nice dinner. It will be fine.” Nicholas shook his head, standing to his full height, he rubbed his knuckles. “You know Paulie for once I think you’re right.” Nicholas said, dismissing his advice utterly, Paul was terrible with women. “Look at that shit.” Nicholas said, to the man hanging by his arms. “Wake his ass up. We’ve only just gotten started.”

After Mercedes cleaned herself up, she put on a fresh pair of undergarments, ones that matched and then she put on a lacey rob, tying it off in the front. She grabbed one of many books she had been reading and she grabbed a pair of her reading glasses as well. Sitting down in a chair in their bedroom she found herself flipping through a baby name book, naming their child had been on her mind for a while. She couldn’t find anything worth the grab, not to mention it was hard trying to pick for two. But now, with knowing that she was indeed having his son, it made her job a little easier now. He already had someone dear to him that carried his name; she was sure he didn’t care if their son did, not to mention care enough at all to assist in this either considering his lack of enthusiasm when it came to the child as a whole.

The Mr. Lampier's face was fresh ground round. Nicholas leaned in so close, that he could smell of his blood mixed with fear. “The boys need a breather but in 15 minutes they will begin a new game. When I return, I will remove your gag. I want you to tell me everything. I want to know.” He could tell the man wanted to speak, wanted to spill his gut on the floor, but he only smirked. “I know… I know… you want to talk now, but there's no lesson in that.” He nodded to Paul, “I need a drink.” He said leaving the quiet room. He could have stopped in the kitchen, but his bedroom held the best Scotch so that’s where he went. He opened the door to find his wife, reading. Nude. A state he’d never get tired of seeing. The wigs, and make up had its place, but the curls and freckles were more his thing. “I missed the appointment.” He said, moving to the mantle where the scotch bottle sat. He pulled the cork with bloody hands and poured himself a glass.

Mercedes shifted stretching her legs out, she crossed her ankles at their feet sitting before the window in their room. Licking her lips, she untied her hair and unraveled it from its state and let it hang at her shoulders. Combing her fingers through it as she read off names in her head, “hmph” left her lips as she scribbled one down on a notepad in her lap. “Alexander” she said to herself as Samuel walked in “noble...” she breathed; she didn’t say anything as Samuel moved towards the only other thing, he loved more than work. “Yep” she said to him as she turned the page silently, her eyes moving as she tugged the glasses down a bit, squinting before she pushed them back up the bridge of her nose and licked her lips again.

Nicholas held the glass in his gore smeared hands. He turned the glass around and around as he moved across the room. Tiredly. He pushed the book to the side and sat down on the coffee table in front of Mercedes. He didn’t want to say I’m sorry. It seemed like the only song he sung of late so instead in lead with a question. “So... What are we having?” He asked, taking a long drink from his glass.

Mercedes flipped the page again, no way she’d give her child a F name, so she skipped the section all together. She blinked slowly as he moved to sit down in front of her, lowering himself against the same coffee table her feet rested on. She didn’t look at him, instead she scribbled another name and said “I guess you’ll find out at the gender reveal party I am hosting, unless you choose not to show to that as well” bitterly as her eyes moved back to the book, never landing on him.

Nicholas finished the glass then sat it down on the table beside himself. He bit his lip and let his eye travel from her painted toenails, up her perfect calf, thighs, the round of her belly all the way to her lovely face. He deserved that answer. Excuses came to mind. But none of them seemed right. “Gender reveal… party. Okay…” He said getting to his feet. He moved to the door, opened it but stopped holding the handle in his hand. “I really did mean to be there. I just lost track of the day.” He said, facing the hallway.

Mercedes licked her lips as he repeated what she said, she flipped the page slowly and lowered it a little as he moved to get up without another word. He walked away and she pulled her glass down a bit, looking over them at the back of his head. She pulled the glasses off, she almost cared to believe his words. Somehow, he did so much wrong, but he was given the ability to either lie or say the right thing to dismiss the real issue. “Funny” she said to him with a heavy sigh “I never anticipated you coming, my child is none of your concern” she told him pushing her glasses back up on her face. “I understand that fully now,” she said, forcefully flipping the page once more. “I’m sure whatever work you conjured up today was completed in the very picture you imagined in your head however.”

Nicholas lowered his head and exhaled soberly. “If you never thought I was coming then I suppose you are not upset that I didn’t, right? Is that the way of it? I lost track... my kid is still inside of you safe and secure. I need to make sure when he or she arrives the same thing can be said. If that makes me a monster now, so be it. As long as you know, I fully intend on being a father later. We’ll be fine.” He said looking back at her.

“Upset?” Mercedes repeated, “no” she sang out “nothing but disappointment and bitterness lives here for you Nicholas” she told him seriously. “A little regret” she added as she exhaled flipping the page carelessly. As he went on performing a show, she nodded her head “being a father later?” she repeated as she looked in his direction closing her book. “Do you hear yourself right now Nicholas?” she asked him. “That’s not how life works!” she yelled angrily. She bawled her fist, and she exhaled slowly. Opening her book back up she fell quiet before she said “I hate that I put this in your lap” she said to him honestly “I should have gotten rid of the child and allowed you to do what it is you desired first before trying to make you into a family man” she said as she continued to flip through the book. “You are no more a father to this child than Al is to me….” she said flipping the page “aside from the fact that I guess you share the same DNA” she said smartly before she lifted the glass of water up to her lips and drank nonchalantly.

Red said too much, too fast, and in a way that caused everything in Nicholas to turn off. The door closed with a slam, the lock clicking into place only one second behind it. His long legs carrying him across the room, in a flash. “What did you say? Repeat it. So, I don’t miss a word.” He said hand gripping either side of the armchair she was sitting in.

Freddie's eyes darted to the door as it closed and the lock clicked, he turned his head once more, his hands behind his back as he remained vigilant. Mercedes looked at her husband and he came towards her like a raging bull and she smirked, tugging her glass down and she looked at him over them. “Which part?” she asked as she closed her book again pulling her glasses off once more. “You being no more of a father to my child than Al is to me?” she questioned “or I should have gotten rid of it?” she asked him with a smirk. “Or that I guess the baby has your DNA” she said, batting her lashes. “Or that you are a disappointment and I have regrets….” she breathed, grinding her teeth as her green eyes glowed as she gazed into his. “You couldn’t give me this one day could you?” she asked him “but I am expected to suck your dick every night and make you cum inside me?” she said tilting her head “that’s before you put me back on the shelf of course” she added with an eye roll. “I don’t ask for much, but by damn does my jaw need a break” she said, opening her book once more and putting her glasses back on as she continued to read. “Move away from me” she commanded. “Go do what you do best, run the got damn streets” she told him. “And I’ll be here, to lay under you, your cum rag…. your very loyal cum rag.”

Nicholas bared his teeth, a dark void of anger pulsed off him in waves. He knew he deserved her wrath; unfortunately, complete and utter trust hadn’t come with this union. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her hard on the lips. He kissed her until his lungs burned. He kissed her until his anger was banked, feed into the void inside him. Then and only then did he pull away. “You are angry. I understand. Disappointed. I accept.” He said, removing his fingers from her chin. “I don’t expect you to suck my dick every night. I expect the privilege to lay next to you every night. What you do with or to me during those times is a bonus. But I took you to wife. Not to sex slave. If I wanted a cum rag, as you so nicely put it. I could have a new one every night. If that was my desire.” He breathed deep, “Mercedes…” He said using her God given name, for what might be the first time. “I beg of you. Truly and deeply beg of you to think long and hard about using the paternity of this child as a pawn. I love you but I will never raise another man's child. Not one that comes from your body. And divorce or annulment is not an option. And you I could never lay a finger on.”

Mercedes looked back up at Nicholas seeing as he did not move away from her, instead he grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. She blew out a harsh breath through her nostrils that now flared from his actions. When he pulled away her eyes narrowed into his as he began to speak, she looked away from him, her hands closing the book again. Pursing her lips at him she looked him over slowly before she licked her lips and swallowed hard. “Divorce isn’t an option” she repeated to herself with a shake of her head before she opened the book. “Options, options, options” she repeated over and over again. “I don’t have the option of leaving you and seeking someone of a better option for me” she told him looking back up into his eyes “but you have the option to not be present in this marriage or this pregnancy and that’s okay?” she asked him, squinting her eyes. Mercedes caressed her forehead gently “so complicated” she said with a heavy sigh “I don’t know what you want from me” she told him, sliding her glasses back on.

Nicholas looked down at his wife for a long moment as she expressed her displeasure with him. He could tell her; he wouldn’t do it again. A possible lie. She wanted a white picket fence. The real kind. He wasn’t sure if he had that in him to give. “I have what I want…You. Jesus, Red, I forgot. It’s not a commentary on our entire relationship. You said it yourself, I’m here every night. Every morning. I get it you’re upset. But for the love of God stop blowing this out of proportion.”

He spoke, and she let him spill out to her all that he felt in the moment. She accepted it for what it was until his final sentence was shared. She licked her lips and looked at him, biting down on her top lip hard, for a very long time she was silent before she nodded her head. Mercedes closed her book, grabbed the notepad, and then pen before she got up shoving him out of her way. “You can have the room this time” she told him as she slid her feet into the Louis Vuitton slippers and moved to walk out of the bedroom, unlocking its door and slamming it behind herself. Mercedes looked at Freddie, they swapped glances “it’s my grief to bare” she warned giving him a knowing look, if he said I told you, so she’d kill his ass. She walked away from the room and said “I’ll be sleeping in a guestroom Freddie” as she made her way to it.

#samcedes rp #thread: tuts or ties #thread: Nicolas D.

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concussed-to-pieces · 5 years

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More! Part One

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

Pairing: Eventual Tenya Iida/OFC

Rating: Holy shit M

AN: Hello all, it's time for the first chapter of my prime indulgence! To any of my anime-inclined broskis out there, welcome aboard!

In The Shadow

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: For gratuitous,canon-typical violence and facial trauma. Stay safe!]

Tenya had been informed time and again that college was slightly different from high school. He endured a few weeks of mental gymnastics when he realized that he wouldn’t have a uniform. College was different and yet...not. Certainly, no uniform to iron the night before and the ability to make your own schedule were boons. Nearly all of his ‘new’ classmates were old friends from high school which meant that he wasn't lacking in company, but many people didn’t seem to share Iida’s enthusiasm for continuing to better oneself even after the preliminary quirk training of high school! He wanted to be the best hero he could be, he wanted to make his family proud!

That was why he made the choice to attend college in the first place, with Tensei's wholehearted support behind him. He knew that any time he wanted it, he could have a job at his family’s hero agency. So why not be the best possible fit for his future job? Tenya was incredibly fortunate to have a secure career, and he took his studies very seriously.

Leona Moore wasn’t a troublemaker, though the way that she dressed had set off warning bells in Tenya’s brain. It was the pants, he decided, the overlarge cargo pants that had too many pockets. She was notoriously early for her classes, sometimes by an hour or so. Tenya admired her dedication, consistently fifteen minutes ahead of schedule himself. She always had a lollipop stick protruding from her mouth, her shoulders hunched slightly underneath the leather jacket she usually wore. She couldn’t seem to decide on whether she wanted to make herself seem larger or smaller, her clothes all slightly too big for her frame and her jokes never failing to make Kirishima snort with laughter at the worst possible times.

Her quirk made her a little touch-shy, Izuku had kindly pointed out to Tenya when Iida was confused over her standoffish behavior during their warm up period before general training. “She’s had to be pretty careful, Iida. She didn’t learn how to use her quirk until halfway through high school. Before that, she didn’t even know she had one!” Iida could only imagine how volatile the situation for that revelation must have been, seeing as she had a quirk that doubled the power of any kinetic force she withstood.

She also had control, seeming to have mastered the ability to turn it off and on at will. Tenya's misguided pity had turned into genuine admiration after watching her perform in their college sports festival. Granted, next to the explosive display of Bakugou versus Ururaka or the emotional minefield of Todoroki and Deku's battle, Leona's bout wouldn't stand out overmuch to the average viewer.

Leona had been paired up against Mineta, who made the fatal mistake of immediately pelting her with his ammunition in an attempt to incapacitate her. The kinetic energy from his rapid-fire slinging seemed to send her into overdrive, the young woman slamming an uppercut to his jaw that landed him in the lower stands. One punch, and the round was over. Iida silently approved of the way she had turned and bowed to the crowd before leaving the field. As a hero, one of many priorities would be to end fights quickly and decisively. Another one was courtesy to bystanders and officials-

...

How strange, he mused, thinking about her at a time like this. His rage continued to boil and yet…

He closed his eyes. Just for a minute. God, it was strange. Would she be proud of him? Proud of his rabid behavior? What about his family? Fear lanced through Tenya's heart, the first he had felt in ages. What if his parents lost him to this ill-advised fight? What if...what if this was the end?

The blade in his shoulder twisted sharply and Tenya bit back a sound of pain. He refused to show any more weakness to this monster, regardless of what he might endure.

“Hey, what the hell are you doin' to my class rep?!”

Tenya's eyes shot open. No. That's-

“You've got the nerve of a bull elephant if you're takin’ on ‘Genium. Who do you think you are?!”

“Run More! Get away from here!” Tenya yelled. “He’s got some kind of paralysis quirk, don't let him get close to you!”

Stain grunted, obviously a little startled by the young woman's abrupt presence. From what Tenya could see out of the corner of his eye, his classmate Leona (hero name More for reasons he had yet to discern) looked red in the face like she’d been running for a while. Her shoulders were still heaving up and down even while she raised her fists.

“You're another trainee. Interesting.” Stain remarked, almost as if he was talking to himself. “So you're also from the college. And you called him the class rep, which means he and you are in the same classes.”

“Mind like a steel trap on ya’.” Leona replied dryly. “Any other obvious insight you want to share, or can I beat the shit out of you now?”

Tenya bit back the reflexive shout of language!, shocked out of his impotent bloodlust by how brazen his classmate was being. It was an admirable strategy. Or at least, it would have been if she actually had backup.

“Another fake hero who needs to be cleansed from the planet.” Stain eased his blade out of Tenya's arm agonizingly slow.

“Thanks, but I'm plenty clean. Took a shower this mornin’ and everything. The name's More, and I'm no fake!” Leona called to Tenya then, her voice sharp with poorly-concealed worry. “How you holdin’ up, Calf Crusher?”

Tenya groaned. Her nicknames never ceased to send the class into fits. “I can't move. I'll be no help at all. He's just going to kill you. Why did you interfere?”

“You've gotta' be shittin’ me right now, Rep. Like I would just stand by and watch you get fucked? What kind of friend would that make me?” She sounded incredulous. If Tenya didn't know any better, she actually sounded a little irritated.

“One that keeps living, that's what kind!” Tenya snapped. We're barely friends! his mind added traitorously.

Leona pounded her fist into her palm and then jerked her hands up in a way oddly reminiscent of how Iida would move when he was excited. “I know who this guy is. More importantly, I know who you are and I figured out what you were up to when you picked Hosu for your internship. It's okay.” She reassured him.

You're going to die. “I'm begging you. Please leave.”

“I'm not gonna’ let you degrade yourself by beggin’ me, bud.” Leona retorted. “Second oldest son, heir to the Ingenium name, badass extraordinaire and all around decent dude, shut the fuck up and let me do what I can to make sure you can keep doing the best that you can!” She all but shouted, leaving Tenya speechless as Stain stepped over his body.

“‘More’, huh? Why, because you're always trying to be the best? Maybe because you want to protect more people. At least, that's what you would say, right?” Stain sneered, brandishing his sword.

“No way man! ‘More’ because the more the merrier when it comes to me!” She shot right back, that teasing grin firmly fixed on her face. “I may not be fast or smart like ‘Genium...hell, I'm not even all that special compared to the other people in my class, but I'm still here!” Tenya's eyes widened as she advanced on Stain, extending a hand. “I look forward to apprehending you, sir!”

“You'll be fun to kill.” Stain lashed out a second too late, Leona barely ducking his blade in time. “Another false hero, proud to wear the title and unwilling to do the damn dirty work that comes with it!”

“I feel like this is pretty dirty work right now.” She pointed out, catching his next strike with her gloved hand and grunting at the impact against the padding of her gloves. “Whew, a little harder next time and you'll take me down for sure!” She encouraged sarcastically, twisting the blade and coming close to ripping it clean out of the villain's grasp. She was so focused on his sword that the knife thrown at her arm caught her by surprise.

Stain’s speed and raw power were devastating. The blade sank deep, so deep, too deep. Tenya's brother in that hospital bed was burned into his mind, I can't feel my legs I can't feel my legs. “More!” Tenya had thought he felt helpless before, but it was now multiplied tenfold. “Damn it, I told you to run!”

“It shouldn't be too tough to keep him here until the pros arrive. I'm in for the long haul, Calf Crusher. Don't worry.” Leona said calmly, her rational words only serving to confuse the engine hero. She was built to take hits and he had never witnessed any particularly mindblowing strategies from her. Maybe he had written her off too soon. Maybe-

Stain rushed her, that deadly sword smeared red with Iida's blood. Moore jerked the knife out of her arm and used it to hastily deflect the worst of the cut from the sword away from her torso, snagging the blade under her arm instead. Stain drew another knife, this one serrated, and slashed at her face with it. One of the teeth on the knife caught the edge of her mouth and split it open nearly to her cheekbone. Leona staggered back, holding her cheek.

Stain turned up the pressure, releasing his sword momentarily in favor of cracking a fierce punch into her wounded face. Blood spattered from the impact, Stain's knuckles that sick red. “That all you got? Gimme’ more!” Moore slurred through her broken mouth, that infuriating grin still-

Oh. Tenya felt like an idiot. She was the endurance hero. She absorbed punishment like it was oxygen, a kinetic battery that could only be charged by violent outbursts. And when she decided to strike back, she doubled the output...but her body had limits, he had seen them in action during training. Midoriya had given her a kick at her request and instead of explosively discharging the extra power, she just passed out.

His heart slammed in his throat. If she pushed herself too hard, Stain wouldn't even have to do anything.

She swung at the hero killer and the doubled power of her blow threw him to slam his back into the alley wall. Stain wheezed for breath, clearly confused by the force behind her hit. “Just who the hell are you?” He panted.

“Beat me an’ maybe you'll learn.” Blood was spilling between her gritted teeth, running in a brilliant trail down her chin to drip off the bottom of her jaw. She was smiling like a fiend.

“I've never met anyone so eager to die.” Stain grimaced, rotating his shoulder and then shaking it out.

Tenya heard a strange crackling noise, almost like electricity. Midoriya rocketed over his head and bounded off the walls of the alleyway, a green missile with fist extended to crash into Stain. “Smash!” He yelled. Green energy, lightning, whatever it was it was blanketing his body. The Hero Killer was flung further back in the alley from the impact. Izuku skidded to a halt beside Moore, shaking his hand and hissing in pain. “Sorry I took so long!” He said brightly, like he hadn't just given the man responsible for killing a multitude of heroes the most thunderous of haymakers. “How you doing?”

“Take care of ‘Genium. He can't move, help him get out of here!” Leona said urgently.

Tenya refused to meet Midoriya's eyes, ashamed at how his own filled with frustrated tears. Midoriya reached for him and then went stiff. Tenya's heart fell into his stomach when he noticed the small tear in Midoriya’s glove and the blood blotting the fabric. Just enough. “Uh...I can't...move either?” Midoriya muttered slowly.

Tenya watched Leona freeze as well, her arms grinding to a halt. “Stain, your fight is with me! Leave them alone!” Tenya yelled, his voice cracking.

Further down the alleyway Stain grinned, giving his knife another lick. “I think I'd rather play with your friends. At least they landed hits on me. Unlike you. How does it feel to know that this is entirely your fault, fake hero?”

An ugly noise of agony fought free of Iida, rasping in his throat like sandpaper. It was true, wasn't it? Tensei worked so hard because Tenya believed in him, looked up to him, and the eldest Iida wanted to make his little brother proud. If Tenya hadn't been such a child, maybe…maybe his big brother wouldn't have tried so hard to rid the world of injustice. Maybe his big brother would still be able to walk. Fake hero.

And his classmates, friends, tangled up in this mess because of him! Midoriya crouched so close and yet so far away, his eyes darting around as he tried to figure out where Stain would come from. Moore, frozen in place with her back to the two of them while she was forced to face down the Hero Killer. “I'm so sorry.” Tenya breathed finally.

“Don't apologize! I should be apologizing. I should have gotten you to talk to me after what happened to your brother.” Midoriya looked tearful. “I should have said something. I just didn't want to pressure you. I'm sorry I'm a bad friend.”

Tenya was at a loss for words, losing his ability to stave off the tears streaming down his face.

Flames suddenly illuminated the whole alley, the gout of fire threatening to cook Tenya in his armor. “Next time you send your location, give a little more info.” It was Todoroki! And he was using his left side! Tenya was aghast. How many acquaintances had his blind rage dragged to this slaughter?

“Easy! I think you singed my hair!” Midoriya fussed at the icy hot hero. “That was all I had time to send!”

Stain hammered a fist into Moore's side, making the endurance hero spit out a mouthful of blood. Her arm wound up for a swing of her own, body sluggishly chugging forward like she was moving through molasses. The fact that she could move at all, though-! Was it because she absorbed the momentum from his hits? Or was Stain’s control weaker the more people it was spread across? Tenya found himself pondering the ins and outs of the man's quirk even as Stain pummeled Moore. She was defenseless, where was the honor in this?! Tenya's fingers twitched, uselessly tapping the cracked blacktop.

Todoroki drove Stain away from Moore with a combination attack, fire and ice arcing through the air as he switched rapidly. Leona slid one foot back, then the other, spitting more blood off to the side and slowly raising her arms in a defensive move. “Icy Hot, you-”

“I know. Keep my distance. Shouldn't be too difficult.” The flames on Todoroki's left side burned even brighter. “I'm not one hundred percent comfortable with my fire yet, but I can't deny its applications here.”

“How many children will throw themselves upon my blade tonight?” Stain cackled incredulously. “Bad enough that your friend in the armor didn't have the brains to run and get help just like his stupid brother, but now the rest of you feed yourselves to me!” He shook his head. “This next generation of heroes gets weaker and weaker. At least I'm lessening the workload on your professors.”

“You be quiet!” Iida shouted, fingers digging into the asphalt. “Ingenium was the model hero, the perfect example of selflessness and respect for others that a villain like you couldn’t possibly understand! I'll never forgive you for hurting my brother!” He screamed, able to move his neck now so he could look up at Stain while he issued his ultimatum. He didn't care how idiotic he must look, barely managing to wiggle his fingers while he yelled his fury at this man, this villain, this monster who had fractured his family.

“You're selfish. Dragging your friends into this fight because of your petty need for revenge. You're the furthest thing from a hero. You're a weakling.” Stain sheathed his sword, drawing two smaller knives instead and lunging at Todoroki and Moore.

“Don’t listen to him!” Midoriya said fiercely, somehow already able to move again! Was Tenya really that weak? Or was Stain’s quirk overpowering him because he had been the first one hit? “He’s just-”

“No. He's completely correct.” Tenya cut him off dully, clenching his hand into a fist. “If I hadn't been so consumed with this...if I had just been stronger, maybe…” Emotion closed his throat.

“Knock it off!” Leona yelled, startling him with the fury in her tone. “You don't need to be a fuckin’ martyr, Iida! What good does it do your brother if you get your ass killed?” Her voice was rough, words hard to understand through the injury she had sustained. “Think about how your parents will feel, and especially think about how your brother will feel! We're here to help, Rep, but you gotta’ take our hand!”

“Ingenium wouldn't give up!” Todoroki continued where she left off. “Be Ingenium! Get up and fight!”

As though a switch had been flipped, feeling surged through Tenya's arms and legs. Pins and needles so harsh it made him wince, and it was nothing compared to the pain in his limp arm, but he was up, he was up-

He staggered to his feet, splaying his stance just to stay vertical.

Stain hacked Midoriya’s leg out from beneath him after barely avoiding another Smash and then rushed Todoroki, nimbly dodging the fire and ice attacks in an attempt to bring that sword down on Todoroki's left arm, he would sever it clean at his shoulder-

Tenya felt like everything shifted to quarter-speed. Leona's fingers grasped desperately at Todoroki's shirt to try and pull him out of the way in time. She was still too slow, still sapped by the hero killer's quirk. Shoto's eyes went wide in realization, the young man attempting to recoil backwards away from the blade. Midoriya was yelling something, Todoroki's name no doubt, tears shining in his eyes.

Tenya's breathing echoed in his ears. In, out, in--

The engines in his calves came roaring to life in a glorious rush of Reciproburst! and without a thought for his own safety, Tenya was there between Todoroki and that sword. His armored knee shattered the blade before he whipped his whole body around via bicycle kick and re-aimed his leg at Stain's side. The hit made landfall accompanied by a shower of blue sparks from the heat of his engines, essentially drop-kicking the villain out of midair.

Stain was flung head over heels. Iida stumbled as his right leg gave out, clumsily dropping to one knee. His engines sputtered to a halt, shudders of pain from his calves flickering over the all-encompassing agony in his wounded arm. Fleetingly he wondered if he had ruptured something in his frenzy.

“Iid-Ingenium!” Todoroki shoved the larger man behind him and issued another burst of flame, barely warding off the rallying villain in time. “He’s fighting like a rabid animal. Be careful!”

“Give me a good kick, ‘Genium!” Leona suggested eagerly. “I'll get his ass back down to ground level so you and the others can wreck him!”

“My Reciproburst shot my engines and I don’t think a regular punch would offer you sufficient damage, I've overheated and I need more…time...” Iida paused, his eyes narrowing as a thought occurred to him. “Todoroki! Can you freeze my legs without plugging my exhausts?”

Todoroki opened his mouth to reply and Stain roared in outrage, bolting through Todoroki's flames in the distraction for another attack on the icy hot hero. Tenya and Moore moved at the same time, Tenya extending his good arm in front of Todoroki’s chest to offer him the protection of his armor while Leona rushed forward to fight Stain one on one. “You're in the way!” Stain snarled at them, leaping backwards up the icy pillars Todoroki had created.

A folding knife found its mark in Tenya's upper arm after penetrating his armor and he gritted his teeth in pain, doing his best to hold fast. “Todoroki please-!” A larger serrated knife followed the first, slamming into Tenya's forearm so hard he was forced prone. The wind was knocked out of him by his abrupt change in posture and Tenya choked for breath, still bewildered by the Hero Killer's power and tenacity.

“Iida!” Todoroki actually stopped his elemental attacks on Stain in favor of reeling back his fire-wreathed fist and whacking a heated punch into Moore's shoulder (to Tenya's dismay). Leona laughed (also to Tenya's dismay), easily accepting the blow while the air began to reek of smoldering cloth and lycra. Todoroki quickly slapped his other hand down on the burning area of her vest, extinguishing the heat before it could get out of hand.

“Just freeze my legs!” Iida yelled, startled by the fierce cry Moore let out before she lunged upwards at the retreating Stain.

A distraction, a distraction, he realized suddenly, take the punishment and double it to give us time. Please Leona!

Midoriya was back up again, limping badly. Cold ripped at the armor covering Tenya's calves, the frigid temperature almost too much to bear. This was an incredible risk he was taking, pushing on past the natural boundaries that his quirk and familial training had instilled. He hadn’t had enough time to recover naturally from his last Reciproburst. If something gave out under the strain, he would be incapable of defending himself.

It didn't matter. Tenya felt his engines choke, sputter, and then rev wildly. His left arm was useless at this point. He used his teeth to pull out the knife in his right, retching at the sour taste of old blood on the handle. Both arms were effectively unusable.

It didn't matter. He would use his legs. As long as Leona could land a hit that would get Stain off-balance enough for himself (and possibly Midoriya, but it might be presumptuous to rely on him) to capitalize on, that was all that he could ask for.

Iida stood, bending his legs at the knees as he prepared to leave the ground. Leona wisely aimed at the building directly beneath where Stain had jabbed the remaining stub of his sword in to perch, the doubled power from Todoroki's hit easily crushing the cement to instability. Thank God the buildings were long abandoned. Stain at least picked fights far away from where people would frequent, isolating his victims. A solitary, fiendish predator.

Iida crouched as low as he could, his exhausts glowing bright blue with the horsepower he was putting out. A new word came to mind.

“Recipro-” The engines in his calves stalled and keened, out of sync with one another as the ice dissolved into rivulets of moisture on the heated surface of his armor. “-extend!” He left the ground behind, a cloud of dust billowing in his wake.

If I just…

Tenya rocketed towards Stain, his eyes locked on the villain.

...use my leg…

He was vaguely aware of Midoriya out of the corner of his blurred vision, a brilliant streak of verdant green that seemed to hang in midair perpendicular to his path of upward motion.

...that's all I need…

His knee threatened to hyperextend even with his armor to brace him. Iida squinted fiercely and gritted his teeth.

...to beat this guy!

Midoriya’s fist planted in Stain's jaw the same time Iida's foot crashed into the villain's unprotected side. The impact rang in Tenya's ears, metal on cloth on skin on metal, high reverberations that sent shivers down his back.

Even after that tandem strike, the conniving villain still managed to swipe wildly at Tenya with one of his many knives. Tenya barely moved his head in time, feeling the blade just catch on the top of his dark locks. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the fact that the three of them were now rapidly returning to the ground. Izuku started scrabbling at the wall, trying to grab a handhold.

“I will defeat you Stain!” Iida shouted passionately. “Because you are a criminal, and I am a hero!” His second kick didn't miss the free-falling villain either, cracking into Stain’s side so hard Tenya could feel the older man’s ribs collapse as they plummeted towards Todoroki and Leona in the alley far, far below.

Arms locked around Tenya's hips and Leona pushed off the wall in an abrupt redirection, moving Tenya so Todoroki could have a clear shot at the villain. How had she jumped so high, so fast?! She skidded to a stop on a pillar of ice that Shoto had made, still holding tight to Tenya’s waist. Iida shifted his weight as low as he could, trying to help so they wouldn’t go over the edge. His legs felt like gelatin, like they would fold underneath him, and he was immensely grateful for her strong hold on his armor.

Shoto's mastery of ice was intimidating enough up close and personal, but his barely-controlled flames were a sight to see. Tenya supposed it probably had to do with man's deep-seated primal terror involving fire, if he had to chalk it up to something. A massive fireball engulfed Stain, missing Midoriya by the barest of inches.

“Deku!” Leona yelled, sighing in relief when the young hero gave her a thumbs up and a wavering smile from his own slippery perch.

“Get up and keep fighting, you three! I doubt that was enough to…” Todoroki trailed off, his eyes widening in confusion. Stain had crash landed on yet another of his icy plateaus, the villain’s eyes rolled back in his skull. He looked like he had been knocked unconscious.

Is he dead?

Tenya hated the sick, joyous thrill that sang up his spine at the thought. He had been so selfish, so blinded in his fury that he believed his actions righteous. It was terrifying that he could so coldly rationalize the taking of another human being’s life, even one so horrible as the Hero Killer! He would never forgive himself if his own mistakes had urged Todoroki forward into doing the unthinkable.

Moore went limp against Tenya’s back, her relief palpable. “Icy Hot, I think we’re all going to need an assist at this point.” She slurred. “I’ve lost...a lot of blood. Head wounds, you know the drill.”

“Your mouth! Moore, are you-”

“I think he knocked out one of my teeth?” She mumbled over Tenya’s frantic question, moving to sit beside him and then carelessly dragging the flap of skin from the split side of her mouth aside (presumably so she could count her own teeth). Tenya fought a wave of nausea at her rough actions, thankful that at least the destroyed side of her face was outside his limited field of vision. His own pain and injuries he could take in stride, but someone else’s because of him was…

He didn’t care for the sensation at all.

Todoroki eased them to the ground through careful manipulation of his quirk, until finally the three heroes and one villain were safely down. Stain had indeed been knocked unconscious, but whether by the punch, kicks or outright fireball was anyone’s guess. Shoto wasted little time securing the villain with some clothesline he found in a dumpster, practically mummifying the older man with the half-frayed rope.

“We need to get him to the street. The pros and the police should be able to handle it from here.” Todoroki said calmly.

“I can drag him!” Tenya offered immediately, taken aback when Todoroki shot him an incredulous look.

“Have you forgotten about your arms, Iida? What will you drag him with?” Shoto deadpanned. Tenya deflated a little. He had almost forgotten the beating he had taken, if he was being honest. Adrenaline.

Moore’s snicker was a half-hearted gurgle at best, the endurance hero scooping Midoriya up onto her back and starting the slow limp to the street. “C’mon Calf Crusher, let’s get you home. I’m sure your pros are really worried about you guys.”

Iida trailed silently after his classmates (friends, he reminded himself), flushed with shame. Moore hung back for a second, letting him come up alongside her and Midoriya.

“Hey, you know that this isn’t your fault, right?” She murmured as best as she could. “I would have done the same thing no matter who the hero killer was going after.”

“I wish I had said something at the train station that day.” Midoriya whimpered. “I could tell that you were hurting, Iida, but I just...I didn’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

Iida shook his head dejectedly. “Don’t apologize to me, Midoriya. It’s not your responsibility to look out for my emotional wellbeing. I ought to have better control over my-”

“As your friends, it’s absolutely our responsibility! We need to pay attention to each other in this line of work, Iida!” Midoriya actually interrupted him. “You never know...you never know what could be the thing that pushes someone over their edge! You’ve always been there for the whole class since high school and the one time you needed us, we weren’t there for you!” Izuku was always so passionate about hero work, throwing himself headfirst towards any new challenge they faced. It should be no surprise to Iida that he would have a speech prepared for this situation.

So why were tears blurring his vision further? Tenya tried to no avail to wipe them away with his limp arm, ending up smearing blood across his cheek instead. Moore clicked her tongue at him (an impressive feat in and of itself due to the wounding of her oral cavity), pausing in her forward motion to dig in her pocket and tug out a red bandanna. “Never know when you’ll need a field dressing.” She shrugged, using the cloth to clumsily mop at Iida’s face. “There. That’s better. Look a little less damp.”

“I’m relatively certain that I’m the furthest thing from ‘less damp’ right now. But…” Tenya hesitated, unsure if this was overstepping a classmate or coworker boundary. “Thank you for your, er, concern. I will...do my best to rectify this grave error in judgement.” His bow was, as ever, perfect. “I humbly beg your forgiveness.”

“You don’t need to, Tenya.” Moore using his first name snapped Iida’s eyes up, the large man startled. She gave him a thumbs up and a grin that was a wince, her facial expression a little more kindly than he was used to seeing on her despite the gruesome flap of skin that hung from her cheek. “Let’s go, dude.”

“Will you pull yourself together? You’re the class rep. You're practically our mascot.” Todoroki complained, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth.

Gratitude closed Tenya’s throat and he nodded hurriedly, trying to blink back the fresh wave of tears.

#original the character #I meant to post this on the first...#Iida Tenya #Izuku Midorya #Todoroki Shoto #My Hero Academia #College!AU #alternate universe #Hero Killer Stain #Hero Killer Arc #My indulgence is legendary and my cares are none #The kids are in college and havin' a good time #original character #(definitely original)

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bsd-hq-writer · 6 years

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I hEaRd U wRiTe BnHa... request for a gal that can invoque a Golem (made of whatever is surrounding her) that copies her movements. She's in 1-A, wanting to be a hero. But she's also an artist. Would fall for Hitoshi (cuz she's kind af, tho pretty smart and fun), Todoroki or Midoriya. Kissus! SZ

This is a great request, and I had a great time filling it! I went pure fluff with this one and I one-hundred percent did it with Hitoshi, cause this tired boy needs more love! ~Admin Ghost

Metal was great, there was never enough metal around and it always made your golems harder hitting as you directed them through the fight. Today’s one on one battles had you matched up against Sato, who had already taken down a couple of your golems, but you had kept them small enough that you still had the energy to make a couple more. The rubble of the battleground was great because you didn’t have to expend as much energy to break the materials up and assemble them into a golem, but finding good material was harder. Bricks were decent for structure, but not very durable, metal was much stronger but heavier to move, and concrete was plentiful, but again it wasn’t super durable either.

Sato rounded the corner of another building, already raging through another round of his sugar rush and despite the cuts he was covered with, from the glass fisted golem you used before this one, he was still going full steam. You got yourself into a fighting stance and your golem copied you. Every move you made was made by the golem, and it stayed at the exact distance from you that it was created at, like a puppet. You let Sato get closer before throwing your golem at him, the first punch was a write-off as he smashed right through it, but the second fist came immediately after, sending a swift uppercut into his jaw using a chunk of an I-beam you’d used some extra energy to detach. He bellowed and you let the broken arm batter him again in order to give you another opening to smash him with the metal fist. He was ready as he sent a flurry of punches directed at the shoulders of your golem and you instantly regretted not reinforcing those. You, however, didn’t regret putting another chunk of that beam into the golems foot as you smashed Sato right in the chest and knocked him flat.

In the end, you won due to the fact you could keep yourself relatively well hidden as not to get captured before you managed to score a knock out blow with a condensed Golem. Yet Aizawa still managed to find something to criticize.“With your position as hidden as it was, you could have held off on sending your golems out to fight, sometimes the best method of defense is to wait out your opponent, let them tire themselves looking for you, instead of wasting energy,” he lectured you tiredly, “but you still won, so you pass, you can leave now,”

Getting let out early was a relief since Aizawa was doing some personal matchups, he had agreed to let people go as they finished their fights. Honestly, some of them were clearly for one person’s benefit, but her’s had seemed rather mediocre, more of a battle of stamina between the two of them.

“If you think much harder, I wouldn’t be surprised if you started muttering,” a voice broke you from your train of thought.

“Oh geez, Shinsou, you startled me,” you let out the breath you had sucked in, “Want to got sit out on the lawn again? I got let out early,” you offered quickly. Shinsou had caught your eye in the sports festival, though he’d done it for a very different reason than anyone else. “What so I can lie around and let you drawn me some more?” he chuckled, “I’m not sure what to make of being your only model,” “You’re not-” you stopped mid-sentence as Shinsou’s quirk took hold and at his command, you spoke the truth, “You’re the only model in this sketchbook,- Geez, Shinsou!”

“Haha, it’s not like I didn’t already know, but hearing it from your mouth makes me feel somewhat better,” he chuckled as you punched his arm. He flinched but it was all show, he had been training lately, still making his bid for the hero course.

That had sparked a minor animosity between the both of you, a spot had been freed up in the hero course and you had been the general studies student picked to fill the hole. Not that you knew Shinsou much, other than from when the general studies classes got together, but he had really stood out in the sports festival, something you had missed due to an unfortunate bout of the flu. Even still you had been training hard and when the spot opened you didn’t hesitate to put your name forward. The day it was announced, and you earned a few glares, but none more spine-chilling than Shinsou’s.

A week after your transfer he caught you in the library watching footage from the sports festival and sketching him idly. He hadn’t actually told you that until you became friends, but by then you had filled half the sketchbook, he just accepted it. It took him a while to convince you he didn’t care, but after a while, you just started asking him when you wanted to draw.

“So how come I never see any of these drawings in the student gallery?” Shinsou asked idly as you drew him up in a tree that you insisted was perfect for some perspective sketches.

“Cause I mostly sculpt, you know with my quirk?” you said offhandedly, “I figured out I can half make my golems short of fusing their movements to mine,”

“Those are yours?!” Shinsou gasped.

You didn’t stop sketching, but there was a blush creeping up your face, “Yeah, I thought you knew,”

“No way!” He jumped out of the tree down to where you sat, “Which ones?!”

“The dragon and the swan are the two I have on display right now,” You fidget with your hands. You submitted your pieces anonymously and yet you found yourself telling Shinsou outright, you wondered if he was using his quirk again, but at the same time maybe you had just wanted to admit it to someone other than Midnight, who managed the art displays.

“I saw the swan go up and I was instantly taken by fascination and when I found it was anonymous it drove me crazy because…” he seemed to reign in his excitement at the last moment, “It’s fine, you have your reasons,”

“Shinsou…” you sighed. He looked really conflicted like he also wanted to admit something. He was a pretty private person after, and you seemed to realise just how close you two had grown in the past months.

“You can continue, I don’t mind, cause I know you,” You prompted him and he looked up into your eyes, slightly taken aback at your soft tone.

“I,” he cleared his throat nervously, “I thought it was so beautiful, but so deadly at the same time. The glass you used, the jagged edges, really made it meaningful. Swans are an icon of beauty, but at the same time are the most ill-tempered birds. Its such a powerful parallel, and glass reflects that, literally and figuratively. Glass shards are deadly, but at the same time they refract the light cast down on them into such wonderful patterns littered with tiny rainbows,” He began to ramble, “And the way the lights are set up its absolutely glittering, I couldn’t believe it was just broken glass,”

You couldn’t believe the way his eyes were basically shining, he genuinely loved it and you felt your heart swell, “I didn’t even think anyone would look that closely, the lighting is part of the sculpture, Midnight helped me set it up just right,”

“I had to spend a while looking at it from all angles, and I was amazed at just how much the perspective changes,” Shinsou took your hand in his and shook it, “I’m glad it was your art, because-”

You waited a moment for him to continue but he didn’t, “What is it? You can be honest,”

“Because it reminds me of you,” Shinsou said quietly, “Beautiful,”

That sent the blush that had been creeping up your face straight to your ears and your voice came out as a sputter of sounds. That drew a laugh from Shinsou that surprised you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to just burst out laughing, but here he was laughing at your nervousness so openly.

“I shouldn’t laugh, sorry,” He said after he regained composure.

“It’s fine,” you cut in before he could say more to embarrass you, “I like the sound of it, your laugh I mean,”

It was Shinsou’s turn to be surprised, and you didn’t miss the way his face changed colour before he put you under his quirk’s control.“Just stand still for a moment,” he told you as you froze in place obediently, even though you wanted to berate him for using his quirk now of all times, “Jeez, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to confess, but I can’t really see a way around it now,” You felt his control slip as he settled his hands lightly on your arms, squeezing them slightly before letting them slide down to link your hands.“I don’t really think I want a way out, do you?” You hummed looking up at him, sharing a moment of eye contact before his gaze fell again to your hands clasped together warmly.

“No, I like this,” he nodded slowly. It looked to you like he was waking up from a long sleep and you itched to be able to draw this moment so you could keep it forever, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scratch that itch, especially when he stepped closer, closing the space between you and slipping his hands around your waist, still holding you gently as if you were made of the same glass you used for your sculpture.

“I won’t break,” you let yourself press closer, your faces centimetres apart, “Will you?” you almost whispered as his head seemed to drift closer to yours.

You always imagined your first kiss would be explosive, full of sparks and fire. That had seemed like the perfect first kiss, the one all the girls at your middle school had raved about having behind the gym or in a supply closet, not that you’d really believe these girls really had liked the boys that much as the declarations came with a scoff and an inevitable denial.

This was different. This was perfect. You barely registered when your lips met, but suddenly he was so close and it was gentle and warm. This was a boy you genuinely liked, holding you and kissing you, somehow able to express himself so thoroughly with such a small gesture.

“Shinsou,” you sighed as you broke apart but when he shook his head, you had to smile and fix your error, “Hitoshi,”“F/N” he grinned, clearly satisfied with the situation at hand.

#Anonymous #Admin Ghost #bnha #BNHA FANDOM #female reader #reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #scenario #scenarios #golem quirk

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pyro-flug · 7 years

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Can I have a story about Black Hat having some kind of murderous periods when he lock himself in his room to protect the others? It just stuck in my head for quite a while ;p Sorry if I send too much requests ._. I just really like your writing

“Blackhat?” Flug called out through the empty halls of the mansion, waiting for a reply. He’d just managed to finish up his latest invention, a neutralizing net gun, and was anxious to show it to his boss as soon as possible. Twirling the weapon around in his hands as he walked, he tried to listen for any sign that Blackhat might be coming to find him. “Sir! I finished the net gun!”

Flug expected to hear an announcement on the mansions intercom system for him to go to Blackhat’s office at once or something, but instead it was eerily quiet. So he went to the office without prompt, and found it empty. He tried Blackhat’s personal chambers next, but the door swung open, unlocked, to reveal that it too did not house the eldritch.

“What in the world? Where could he be?” Flug asked the silent room.

The doctor wandered back to his lab in a daze of confusion. There, Flug sat down at his desk and counted down the minutes until he was summoned. He was so used to Blackhat popping in unannounced, or calling his to his office at odd times, that when 3 hours passed with no response, he began to worry. Leaping to his feet, the doctor decided that this called for some investigation before he went into full blown panic mode.

So he hastened down corridor after corridor, glancing about furtively in an attempt to find his boss. He took his net gun out of his lab coats pocket so he could twirl it again to help keep his nerves down. When he realized he’d searched the whole mansion without a sign of Blackhat, he began to tap his free hand against his hip anxiously.

“Hey, Flug!” Flug nearly shot the net gun at Dementia as he jumped into the air after she appeared out of nowhere behind him. “Jeez, man, you seem jumpier than usual,” she commented. “What’s up?”

“I can’t find Blackhat anywhere, Dem,” Flug hushed in a worried voice. The lizard girl tilted her head inquisitively.

“Huh, Blackhat’s gone AWOL? That’s not his usual style… did you search all the extra guest rooms?”

“No, I just kinda walked the halls and tried to listen for him…” Dementia smiled comfortingly and put a hand on Flug’s shoulder.

“Hey, don’t get too worked up, Flug. I’ll grab 5.0.5 and we’ll go search the guest bedrooms. You start on the far end of the house, and Fives and I will start at the front. If we don’t find him then we can freak out, ‘kay?” Flug took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. Then he nodded and headed for the back of the mansion again.

Seven empty rooms later Flug was becoming twitchy again. He had begun to imagine all the nasty scenarios that Blackhat may have gotten himself into, and he wanted to curl into a ball on the floor out of stress. Perhaps the eldritch had been kidnapped somehow and was being tortured, or maybe he was grievously injured somehow. The images of such situations had Flug struggling to maintain a steady breathing pattern.

“He’s fine,” Flug hissed at himself. “He’s probably just playing some sort of elaborate prank on us all so he can scare us out of our wits later.” Then the faint shriek of metal being torn startled the scientist from his thoughts. He listened closer, and heard it again, coming from somewhere farther down the hall.

Following the screeching noises, Flug found himself in a barren room with only bookshelves lining the walls. The scientist couldn’t ever recall being in this room, but the sound was emanating from somewhere behind the shelves, and so he entered cautiously.

“A secret door?” Flug chuckled to himself and began to pull the books off the shelf that the noise, what was now thumping, came through the loudest. When he found one that was stuck, he pulled back on it. Sure enough, the shelf swung inwards, and Flug stepped through the doorway.

He was in a plain white room, with a heavy duty looking door on the opposite end. The doctor’s nerves were back as he heard a low growling and screaming coming from inside. There wasn’t a window through, and his curiosity demanded that he find out what was on the other side of that door.

Flug approached, and found that there was an electronic pad embedded into the wall. In neon green letters, it read:

TIME LOCK COUNTDOWN: 3 HOURS

When he interacted with the interface, it flashed:

OVERLOCK KEY DETECTED: ARE YOU SURE YOU WISH TO PROCEED?

Before he could let himself choose otherwise, Flug pressed yes.

The door slowly creaked open on heavy metal hinges. Flug tried to peer through the slowly opening crack when

SLAM

Flug was thrown back out of the white room, and he landed on his back, skull smashing against the wooden floor with a sickening crack, He saw stars along with having the wind knocked out of him. The net gun, which he had forgotten he was holding, went flying out of his hand, and back towards the door. He tried to sit up, but was he was slammed back to prone by several black, clawed hands. Above him hovered an almost unrecognizable face had it not been for the top hat and monocle.

“B-B- Black Hat, Sir?” Flug stuttered out in fear. From between discolored fangs, a forked tongue flickered out like a snake’s. The monocle over where Blackhat’s left eye would have been was glowing with a soft red light; the eldritch’s other eye wasn’t even there, only smooth grey skin remained.

There were too many limbs pinning Flug to the floor for him to move, and too much weight on his chest for him to call for help. Suddenly, a hand above the eldritch’s head morphed into blade. Then it was coming down right at Flugs heart. Flug tried to scream, but all he could manage was a weak yelp, and then he squeezed him eyes shut.

There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh hard, and the weight was shifted on Flug. He opened his eyes to see the creature Blackhat had become reeling back, and Dementia finishing out a hard right hook.

“GET OFF MY FRIEND!” She yelled, and then took another swing; this time a left handed uppercut to the monster’s jaw. Flug could breath again as the arms holding him let go. The doctor scrambled to his feet, and then towards the door as the eldritch recovered and then focused on Dementia. Before she could get another swing in, she was wrapped up in too many hands, and choking and gasping for air as one closed around her throat. A vile grin was stretching the horrible things face impossibly wide.

THWIP!

A net flew through the air and entangled itself around the torso, and head of the Blackhat like abomination. It squealed in rage, and released Dementia from it’s painful grasp. She collapsed on the floor, rubbing at her neck and desperately pulling in oxygen at the same time that the creature’s body spasmed and shrunk. What was left in the net when the room settled, was an angry, snarling Blackhat in his usual form.

Dementia was still struggling to breath in more than short pulls when she joined Flug standing by the door with his neutralizing net gun in hand.

“Well I guess you invention works,” she rasped. Then she immediately doubled over in a coughing fit, blood spilling from her mouth in dripping lines.

5.0.5 had tended to Dementia cracked ribs and bruised up neck and was now helping Flug treat his concussion properly. Blackhat sat in a chair next to the doctor’s makeshift hospital bed, set up in the lab, quietly watching the bear like creature fix his scientist up.

“I’m sorry,” he stated softly, once Flug was laying back down, and 5.0.5 had gone to make some tea. “I didn’t mean to hurt either of you I just…”

“Sir, may I ask why you locked yourself in that room?” Flug inquired. Blackhat sighed and rubbed at his temples.

“Every month I have a period of about 12 hours where I become uncontrollably violent, and have a need to murder everything that steps across my path. So I lock myself away for the sake of protecting all of you, so I don’t kill you.”

“How come we’ve never noticed this before?”

“Well usually you aren’t trying to find me during my time, or you’re all asleep and I just take the night and am back by morning.”

“You should have told us about your problem, sir. We could help you-”

“How could you help me!” Blackhat snarled. “I almost killed both of you today, there is nothing you can do for me!”

“Well… we could at least offer you support, and not become so worried that we come looking for you and let you out!” For a moment, the two stared each other down, until Dementia broke the tension.

“Hey! We all could’ve, would’ve, should’ve, but we didn’t! So there’s no need to get so angry over things that we can’t change!” She yelled. Then she clutched at her ribs from the strain that had put on them. Taking a deep breath she concluded with, “So why don’t we just focus on the fact that we know now, and we can help in the future?”

After a few moments, both of the boys nodded, and by this time 5.0.5 had come back with some chamomile tea for the 4 of them. They drank in silence, and then Flug reached out and rested a hand on Blackhat’s.

“We’ll get through things together now,” he whispered. Blackhat just had to remember that he now had people that cared about him, and that he cared about as well. That was hard for him, but eventually, he’d get there. For now, he’d just squeeze Flug’s hand back and offer him a rare, soft smile.

“Thank you.”

My good good friend-o, don’t worry about “too many” requests! I love doing them for you, and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this finally cause of being busy ;-;, but here you go! This was a fun concept to play with and I hope you enjoy!!

Also, have a rushed concept idea of the monster blackhat thing. I’ll proabably make something better later, but for now, have this.

#villainous #paperhat #sort of?#dr flug #black hat #dementia #my writing

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