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theorphicangel · 10 months

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𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | chapter one

summary: You had a dream...one simple dream. And it wasn't asking for much. 'Much' being the act of escaping from the one place that you've known for the past eighteen years of your life and possibly committing the worst act of betrayal on your own poor, sweet and loving mother?

But him? All he's ever dreamt of is having an island with nobody but his own bullshit to deal with and a shitload of money.

That was a simple dream.

So how the hell did he end up in a deal with a stranger who has nothing but a shit ton of hair and a creepy frog?

tags: strangers to lovers, tangled!au, thug!levi Ackerman, lost princess, sfw

Crossposted to ao3

prologue | chapter two

You think you’re going to lose your mind.

No, you don’t just ‘think’. You know you’re going to lose your mind.

These four walls offer you absolutely nothing. Staring blankly at you, they remain mute. Refusing to speak to you or offer any kind of salvage.

There’s absolutely no where to paint. In every corner you look, an idea has already been created and transformed into color. Never did you think that there would be a limit put on your creativity.

The best thing you can do is retouch where you can, whilst searching for a single space or gap in which you can fill, no matter how small. Your eyes dart all over the coated walls searching, looking, wanting for a break. Something. Anything at all.

Slumping your shoulders, you silently surrender and let the colorful walls of your tower win. This time at least, you’re too stubborn to give up yet.

Glancing around the room you instead search for another activity to do, desperate to cure your restless mind.

Yet you’ve come to meet disappointment for a second time today with most of the tasks on your list already completed. You can practically see your reflection on the kitchen floor as well as the laundry already being done, on the counter are the cookies you’ve baked to pass the time, there’s the pile of books on the ground opened to their last page.

You’ve finished them so many times you think you could recite it all line for line.

The set of chess lay unfinished on the table next to the new dress that you were sewing for yourself. Hell, even your new pet avoids giving you company.

You don’t even want to think about brushing your hair…again.

Squinting your eyes towards the antique clock in the corner of the tower, it informs you that it was only 8am. And mother wouldn’t be back for a while.

A weary sigh leaves your throat, waltzing through the room. You only perk up at seeing your journal lay open on a chair, your thoughts unfinished as boredom grew the better of you.

Immediately, you head towards the only entrance to get inside the tower and take a seat on the mini balcony. You rest your back against one side, spreading out your legs.

Taking in the landscape ahead of you, all of your racing thoughts and ideas slowly come to a rest.

You’d like to think mother nature is your best friend. She never fails to surprise you with her forest of trees that greet you everyday or her sky that’s filled with beautiful species of birds, ones that you never knew existed.

Despite waking up to the same scenario everyday, she always offers something new to you. You watch intently for the first sign of seasons change whether it’s spotting the first brown leaf or predicting which flowers will bloom, you’re never bored.

It’s certainly a distraction that you are always on the brink of freedom. The horizons that seem to spread for miles await you, waiting patiently to be explored.

Those are the only details that change in your life. The rest remains the same.

Flicking through the pages of your journal, there’s an influx of words. Some days emotions rush over you, your thoughts struggling to keep up as you fill up every line. But some days, you’re empty with not much to say.

You flick to a brand new page, pen in your hand at the ready to write down your thoughts. A soft breeze brushes past you and it has a warm touch. Mother nature emphasizes the arrival of summer, providing you with solace as you struggle to find your words.

It’s your birthday tomorrow. You’re not really sure how to feel about it.

You feel sad about it but you’re not sure why. Normally, you would feel excitement, particularly regarding the floating lights. And normally it’s with that thought that your stomach churns with impatience.

But instead there’s a feeling of sorrow, no– it’s not that. You scribble over your last sentence in your journal, searching for another accurate word to identify your emotions.

It’s almost a sense of…dissatisfaction with…everything.

It’s going to be your 18th. A day you had been looking forward to for years, ever since you were little. After living a life so restricted and sheltered from the world, the heavy gift of freedom was upon you and it was…scary.

Now, you would be able to do whatever you wanted when you wanted. Now, you could finally explore the world whenever you wanted and when you wanted.

You could experience all the new sights, sounds and tastes of the world. A part of you was indefinitely scared but another part of you couldn’t wait to take it greedily with your own two hands.

Well, with Mother’s permission.

For years you have dreamt of exploring past these walls, experiencing the true world. Not just through Mother’s words but through your own eyes. Most of all, what you really wanted was the freedom to experience the floating lights.

Those lights which shine brightly in the dark night sky each and every time on your birthday without fail.

An unknown gift from the world to you. You have no idea what the true purpose of the lights are but somehow, it feels like they mean something to you.

You can vividly picture your younger self, tiptoeing out of bed, hastily passing your mother’s bedroom. Even then you knew how to avoid certain creaks on the stairs.

Able to reach the balcony when you were on your tiptoes, you could finally experience the lights of the world. There seemed to be millions and millions, filling the usually dark night sky. Illuminating your face and your eyes, to this day you’ve never seen anything brighter.

They carry a sense of beauty that you envy. Perhaps it’s the way that they all stick together and float together, or perhaps the freedom they have to rise higher and higher into the oblivion until the simple human eye cannot see them anymore.

In a way, that’s how you wish to be. That was your true dream. To leave this tower with the freedom to go and see the lights for yourself.

No permission needed from anyone.

Which is why for your 18th you’ve taken the decision to go and fulfill your dream. Sure, from the view of the tower it is pretty magnificent but it’s hard to obtain a full grasp of the experience.

To be able to fulfill this you would inevitably need the consent from your mother first. After she’s the only person you know to have ever set foot into the real world. You had figured that you would need a guide and who else would be perfect enough than someone whom you trust and who had known you for the entirety of your life?

The question though… is how would you go about asking her?

The outside world has always been a sensitive topic for her, never hesitating in sharing her horrible and terrifying experiences with you. However this would nonetheless make her the perfect guide to show you the world for the very first time.

But surely for your 18th she’d finally let you see the world for yourself?

Placing your pen down, you shut your journal and disappeared back inside the tower to again look at your antique clock.

It’s only half eight.

She’d definitely be back by eleven.

Which gives you plenty of time to prepare your own speech to persuade her.

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“Let down your hair!”

A moment of stillness was felt as Mother Gothel’s voice echoed throughout the forest, her gravelly voice seeming to bounce off the tough barks of the trees that stood as silent spectators around her.

For a split second, a wound of fear grew in the pit of her stomach. A fear that you had left.

But not a moment later she quickly reprimanded herself and pushed away the impulsive thoughts. It wasn’t like you’d ever survive for that long anyway. Not without her.

A smirk soon latched itself onto her lips, quickly fading as soon as she saw the rope of your hair being thrown down. Taking a handful, she latched on professionally, securing her feet in a hook of your hair and slowly she was being lifted up, higher and higher.

She glimpsed over at the view, a light blue sky with a few clouds rolling in. Misplaced across the sky. Her eyes wandered over the view without a second thought and quite frankly bored of the scenery, yet she knew she had no right to complain as it was necessary to conceal herself away.

Once she had settled down inside a long exhale of air escaped from her lungs and in a high pitched tone she exclaimed aloud to you.

“My, my, my dear, how on earth are you able to do this day in and day out without fail? Why must it be exhaustive, no?”

An innocent smile reached your lips after a series of drawn out pants. “It’s nothing Mother.”

The palm of her hand reached the top of your head, patting your hair playfully. “Then I don’t know why it takes so long.”

Her cloak is immediately disposed of, hung up on the hook before she marches right past you. After a few hours of deliberation, you’ve decided that it’s best to address the topic straight away, as soon as she returns home so that you don’t lose your confidence to ask later on.

But before you can introduce the topic of the conversation, she’s instead standing by the antique oval mirror. You follow her apprehensively as her hands stretch and poke at her skin, inspecting every inch of her face. Joining her side, you’re intimidated, deeply unsure of how to grab her attention.

“So…Mother.” you begin, hands clasped around your back as your fingers fiddle with each other in an array of nerves. “I wanted to ask–

“Do you know what I see?” She cuts off unexpectedly, wrapping an arm around you. “I see a strong, young, brave, confident and of course beautiful woman.” Her grip around you is tight and for a moment you get a burst of confidence that fills your body.

“Oh, you’re here too!”

And in that same moment it is quickly lost.

Not missing the way your face fell, she pokes at your side with her finger.

“Darling I’m just teasing, will you stop taking things so seriously?” She returns to the mirror, inspecting herself all over again.

Fiddling with your hair, you impose a fake laugh to cure the mood. “As I was saying mother I was wondering if–” Suddenly waving her hand around, you pause in the midst of your sentence.

“Mother’s feeling a little run-down sweetheart, won’t you sing for me first?”

“Yes Mother.”

You’re quick to grab a chair and a hairbrush, rushing back to her and pulling her along to sit. Giving her the hairbrush, you’re haste to grab a stool and sit yourself upon it. Quickly closing your eyes you sing– no mumble through the song as fast as you could.”

“Power gleam and glow let your power shine…”

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Ignoring her, you continue throughout the song before coming to an abrupt end. “...what once was mine.”

Your mother’s voice was stern as she said your name, confused as to why you rushed the process.

You turn around on your stool to face her, finally getting her attention.

“As I was saying Mother, tomorrow is my birthday.”

“Already?” she responded, “Why of course it isn’t, you had one last year. I remember it precisely.”

You chuckle nervously, hands now twiddling with a lock of your hair as you mumble.

“They happen every year mother, you know, and I was wondering, well it was more of a spontaneous idea-”

Your name is once again said with a sharp tone.

“You know how I feel about the mumbling, bla-bla-bla, spit it out for me darling.”

You nod, chuckling half heartedly despite her not even looking right at you. With a sigh you decide it’s best to just say it straight out. “It’s my birthday tomorrow and I’m turning eighteen.”

“Eighteen?” she raised a brow.

You nod timidly. “By now I think I’m mature enough now to see the world for myself.”

“The world?”

“I just mean in the sense that I was already thinking about the gifts that I would like to see.”

“Which is?”

You had already begun to climb onto the mantlepiece in front of her. There were purple curtains which covered the painted walls. Adrenaline ran through the course of your body but if you weren’t able to contain your excitement it could all go terribly wrong.

“Mother, you know how badly I’ve dreamt every year for one thing. And one thing only. I’ve been spending my life in this tower, watching and waiting for it. The one thing I want the most…”

Drawing back the purple curtains, you reveal the full picture of the lights, shining brightly against the night’s sky.

“The floating lights.” you say, your own eyes drawn to your painting, almost in awe that you managed to draw it completely from your own memory. “I want to see them, in person.”

There was a long pause as your mother observed your own drawing. You watched anxiously, your hands balled up in fists as she squinted at your painting. Without much more than a sigh, she turned away and disappointment immediately filled your bones.

“You want to go outside?” Mother strolled over to the entrance of the tower and slammed the wooden window shutters with a loud slam.

“Look at you, as fragile as a flower.” Her hands trailed over you as you joined her on the floor. Her touch was soft and gentle as well as her tone of voice towards you. “You know why we stay up in this tower.

“I know but–” you interjected.

“That’s right!” She moves along stroking a handful of your hair. “To keep you safe and sound dear.”

“I guess I always knew this day was coming, knew that someday you’d want to go and flee the nest. Soon but not yet–”

“But-”

You were stopped again with a finger placed over your mouth, “Shhh trust me pet, Mother knows best.”

“It’s a scary world out there my dear, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. You haven’t seen it for yourself but there’s ruffians and thugs, there’s poison ivy to watch out for and quicksand!” She noted, counting off everything on her fingers.

“There’s cannibals and snakes and terrible diseases, I mean, remember the plague?”

You swallow thickly, hanging onto her every word.

“There's large bugs and men, men with pointy teeth, who want nothing more than to use you and trick an innocent flower like you my dear.”

You look down at the floor, no more words to say in defense. You were completely clueless. Anything that she did say had to be true. After all she was the only person that you knew who had seen the world for itself.

She swiftly took a seat in her chair, “But hey what do I know? I’m just your poor mother, I only changed and nursed and bathed you. So you can go ahead and leave me, I deserve it. I deserve to waste here and die alone!”

“Mother I didn’t –”

She looks over at you, eyes observing you up and down, not letting you finish.

“Where do I begin with you? You probably won’t even survive for long enough out there without me. You’re sloppy and underdressed, immature and not to mention clumsy. Without me you won’t have much to live for, god they’ll eat you up alive! Gullible, naive, ditzy and hmm…a bit vague, what more can I say?”

Looking down at your feet, any source of confidence in you had now been washed away entirely. She was right. You’re a fool if you’d think you’d last out there. You can barely copy with a spider in your room, how would you ever imagine dealing with all of…that?

Sensing your deflation your mother heads over to you, her arms outstretched. She pauses a little bit away from you, so you can step towards her. Embracing you, her eyes meet yours intensely filled with nothing but love.

“I just love you very much dear, all I ever want to protect you. Do you hear that? I love you very much.”

“I love you more.”

“And I love you most.” she finishes.

Enveloping you into a hug, there’s only a slight break before she says your name again and meets your eyes again however this time, there’s an emotion in her eyes which you can’t quite grasp. All you do feel is unease from her stare.

“Yes?”

“Don’t ever ask to leave this tower again.”

Her tone was sharp like a knife with the tip laced with venom, piercing through your gut. Her past words about you had already pierced through your heart and this was just the finisher.

You guess you won’t be achieving that dream anytime soon. Despite feeling deflated, you understood. The world was a dangerous place. And after all, Mother just wanted to protect you from the cruel dangers of the world.

Here, with her, was in fact the safest place to be.

reblogs + comments much appreciated! :)

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unique-high · 10 months

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2 am a late night with you

Suguru Geto x Black Fem Reader

Summary: You broke up with Geto nine months ago and he shows up drunk at your place just to see you.

No Warning tags. Just the mention of blood and fighting.

Word Count: 935

"Geto." You said surprised when you opened your apartment door to find your ex slumped up against the wall to prevent himself from falling. Geto's face is red. He has a busted bottom lip and a black eye. Hearing you say his name reminds him of why he's here at your apartment at 2 am.

"Can I come in?" He asked. His words slurred and his voice raspy as he stumbled forward.

You look down at your pink bunny slippers thinking. It's been nine months since the breakup. You removed any traces of Geto from your life. Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. But he was a thug, a low life with nothing going for him but his gang and beating the shit out of rival gangs.

Your parents disliked him. They thought you could have done so much better. So when they set you up with a man named Gojo who was rich and graduated from an Ivy League university, they thought he was just right for you. You never wanted to rebel against your parents so you broke up with Geto and started to get to know Gojo and eventually started to date him but to you, you found him boring. He wasn’t as exciting and adventurous as your Geto.

“Yeah, sure.” You let him into your apartment. You smell the cheap whiskey and the cigarette smoke coming from him.

Geto looks at you as he passes by. He saw you had your natural hair braided back. His memories seep back to the nights you and him stayed up late doing your hair. You taught Geto how to do cornrows. He caught on quickly. That moment was special for Geto because he learned to do other things with his hands besides beating the hell out of someone. His hands also learned to love you. The roughness of his palms and fingers missed your body. You never liked your body but Geto showed you every reason he admired it. Kissing you in the places he loves the most. So when he walks past you, you don’t miss the way his hand presses to your waist before slowly falling away.

“I’ll get the first aid kit.” You said as you walked down the hall to your bedroom to grab the kit. When you return, Geto makes himself comfortable on the living room sofa. You kneel between his legs with the kit in hand and open it. You always fixed him up after a fight. You loved hearing the gruesome details of the bloody fights and how he barely made it out alive.

“You don’t have to do this Y/n,” Geto said, staring down at you.

“You’re hurt. Let me fix you up.”

Geto smiled at you. He loved that you cared. Loved that you never looked down on him because he was some thug. You were the first person who made him feel human, so human that he himself felt human again too. He flinched when the cotton swap touched his bottom lip.

"I...I...Uh, I miss you.” Geto says quietly. “Does he um…treat you right?”

Of course, you didn’t know how to reply to that. You were with Gojo now and saying that you miss Geto would be shattering that mirrored reality you created with Gojo.

“He does.” You said as you examined his split lip closer. He liked the fact that you always smelled of shea butter and cinnamon.

“That’s good,” Geto said. He wanted to know this Gojo guy. Shake his hand to see if they were soft or rough like his. You could tell a lot from a person's hands and that's all Geto needed.

“You found anyone yet?” You meet eyes with Geto. A dumb question to ask because you knew Geto would never move on so easily, not from you. Every bit of you was too deeply intertwined with him.

“Not yet.” He smiled. But it’s broken. “No one can compare to you, Y/n.”

“Let me get an ice pack for your eye.” Before you can leave Geto grabs hold of your wrist staring up at you.

“I can change,” Geto said. “For you, I’ll change.”

As you sit on Geto's lap, you crease his check. He felt your warmth and for the first time in months, he felt safe again. He always loved that feeling when he was with you. Geto compared that feeling to a million things but the two he liked most were heaven and lilacs.

You say, "Always be the Geto I fell in love with."

It was all those fleeting memories of you and him that you held on to most tightly. Kept close to your heart on nights you shared a bed with Gojo. Everything about Geto was who you were. You taught him the things you liked and he taught you the things he liked, too.

You could do a flawless roundhouse kick because of Geto. He taught you how to defend yourself if he wasn't around. Because there were horrible people who wanted to hurt the only person he loved to torture him. They would want to see the mighty Suguru Geto fall to his knees.

“Every imperfection of you is what I love most, Geto. The times I had with you, I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Even though I'm with him. My heart is always yours."

It's selfish to declare your heart belongs to your former lover, leaving Gojo with nothing.

Geto kisses the palm of your hand. “And my heart will always be yours.”

A/N: this was my first time writing an anime ff, and it was really fun. If you ever want to request anything, you can. I don't write smut tho sorry. As long as it's an angst romance, I got you!

#Geto x black fem reader #geto suguru #geto x y/n #geto x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #anime x black reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #black authors #jujutsu geto #jujustu kaisen fanfic

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gambleminds · 3 months

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stew and camping. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ oc x male reader

this is purely self-indulgent as well. this is purely just fluff, but I still don't want minors to interact.

purposely written in lowercase.

kaisen is @kuroismss oc.

warnings: blood.

it was dark outside, and you were in your tent as you waited for aithen to return. he went to hunt for at least half an hour now.

after some time passed, you heard a familiar footstep, which indicates that aithen had finally come back from hunting.

you went outside your tent, immediately greeted with aithen. his shirt was unbuttoned, and of course, it was slightly bloody because of the fact he carried a whole deer back to the tent that you two were staying in for a bit.

"little crow, did you miss me?" aithen asks you, his voice was husky and deep, it was calming whenever you hear him talk to you.

"hmm, yeah, i missed you, aithen." you admit, even though aithen left for only half an hour to hunt cause he knew you were hungry.

"i'm sorry, i took so long, little crow. it was pretty difficult for me to hunt because i came across some thugs on the way." he apologized as he preps his axe to butcher the deer meat.

"it's okay, you don't need to apologize, aithen. can i go grab a few mushrooms and herbs? i saw a few of them when we were on our way here. besides, i also want to kill some time as you butcher the deer meat." you say, as you grabbed your usual herb basket that you always bring whenever you're out walking with aithen.

"can i go with you, yn?" a familiar child-like voice said, it was kaisen, aithen's little brother, he followed the two of you without the two of you knowing.

"kaisen, what are you doing here?!" you and aithen said in unison, confused as to how the hell kaisen got here.

"i might've.. i followed the two of you, and it was because i'm bored of staying in the castle! there isn't much to do whenever you both aren't at the castle!" kaisen explained his reason, which was understandable and also reasonable he was still a kid after all, and he was really curious too.

"kaisen, i would rather you stay here with me and help me butcher the deer. it would take a lot longer if i'm the only one who is doing the work." aithen commanded, which surprisingly made kaisen stay with him to finish cutting up a few of the deer meat.

(๑-﹏-๑)

after twenty minutes, you finally came back with the herbs and mushrooms. it was an array of mushrooms, there were oyster mushrooms, chicken of the woods, and maitake mushrooms, which were the mushrooms that aithen or even you usually use when you both make stew.

kaisen helped make the bonfire, stacking stick by stick carefully. he also used some pine cones to easily light up the fire.

aithen was chopping the meat into bite size pieces, you didn't doubt it, he was really skilled with his axe and he is also a fantastic cook in the castle.

you were cutting the herbs and mushrooms, the mushrooms were cut into small pieces and you were sure that this could feed more than three people, as you finish cutting up the herbs and mushrooms you then went to the bonfire and then you put a dutch oven over the fire. you then put a slice of butter inside. after the butter melts, you then put the mushrooms inside of the dutch oven sautéing the mushrooms in progress.

as the mushrooms let out of its excess water, you then put the meat inside of the dutch oven as you seer it slightly. before you immediately poured the left-over beef broth that you brought from the castle.

finally, the stew had finished cooking. so you, kaisen, and aithen then sat next to the bonfire. of course, the three of you were excited to taste the stew.

author's note: Honestly, I felt like i rushed myself when I wrote this... probably not one of my best works, but I'm a little proud of how this turned out!

tags: @kuroismss

#male reader #ftm reader #self indulgence at its finest #uke male reader

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robobrainrot · 1 year

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The Knack

Chapter 3: Deus Ex Machina

Notes: its a Knockout-Centric Fic with a human OC. Breakdown is alive and well. Optimus is alive and well. Set in the Prime Universe: Post Predacons Rising, Pre-RID15

Updates weekly...ish

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Trigger Warnings for this chapter are tagged below

One of his off days landed on a Thursday so Knockout decided he’d return to his favorite parking spot. It had been awhile since he visited. They had exchanged a few comments back and forth online, but never in person. Nothing in their interactions had given him solid evidence if the human definitely knew he was a giant space alien that turned into a car. They were always very cordial.

It was getting dark and there was still no sign of the artist. Maybe he’d missed them? That was unlikely. He checked their social media page. No posts today.

He shifted gears (ha) and decided to investigate. Knockout drove down to the human’s home. There was no sign of them. Their curtains were open, but he could only see so far into the room.

The ex-Decepticon circled the block in frustration. Maybe the Autobots were making him soft. What was he doing caring about where some human was? It was only a year ago that he had been on the side of the war that would’ve cyber-formed the planet into an inorganic ball of metal. Albeit, he had never been keen on that part. Knockout enjoyed Earth and its culture. Any species that could make such fine automobiles had to be alright… sometimes. Certainly they weren’t worth destroying at the whims of a coked-out warlord.

Knockout drove up to campus then back down the street.

This would be so much easier if they didn’t change their appearance every day. Or just picked a color to stick with. He saw a couple of humans, but as soon as he got close, he realized it wasn’t Kylan. A group of frat boys hollered and whistled at him as he passed. This was not the kind of attention he prefered.

He pulled into a driveway to rethink. It was past time to give up at this point. He was bored. The human was probably fine.

A gunshot down the street broke him of that thought.

Knockout peeled out of the driveway towards the noise. Even if it wasn’t the human he was looking for, it was their neighborhood. Plus, he was trying to be a better Autobot. Saving humans was kind of their whole thing.

There was yelling up the street. The aggressor was dressed in baggy gray clothes and a knit hat. The victim was slightly smaller in frame, and wearing a long bright orange skirt. They had a heavy looking backpack, which seemed to be the motive for the altercation.

A half-empty trash can clattered into the street as one of the smaller got pushed into the row of plastic containers. They were leaning back against the largest bin now. The gray-clothed thug seemed to be getting impatient.

Knockout’s alt. mode was not subtle. Even with his headlights off, he was still a cherry red luxury car. He could go from 0 to 60 in 3.1 seconds. If he wanted to be loud AND flashy, he certainly could.

The aggressor was noticed the Aston Martin as soon as he turned onto the street. Knockout also noticed a very familiar haircut on the cornered human.

“Frag.” The Cybertronian swore to himself, then sped up.

“Time’s up. That's my ride." He bluffed. "The bag or your life, I'm leaving with one of them.” The rev of it's engine startled them both but the man gestured to the oncoming car.

That glance to the side was all the smaller one needed. Kylan swung around, switching places with the largest trash bin. The thug was pummeled with trash as Kylan stumbled out into the street.

Without thinking, Knockout flipped into robot mode to avoid hitting them. His back wheels kicked up to flip the entire car then he landed on his peds 10 feet away on the other side of them.

That was way too close.

Both humans screamed. Surprisingly, Kylan’s was not higher-pitched than the other.

The artist tumbled to the asphalt from shock. They scrambled backwards away from the massive robot.

Knockout caught their gaze for a second. He could see the whites all the way around their eyes. Their bangs were blown back from the WOOSH of his sudden transformation.

Meanwhile, the thug fired at him until he ran out of bullets. He missed six shots, but the other four dinged Knockout’s armor. Considering the size of the target, that was a pathetic ratio. The robot glanced down at the dents then narrowed his optics at him.

The thug went sheet pale. He dropped the gun, and ran like hell. Or, at least he tried.

The Ex-Decepticon grabbed him by the back of the shirt. He hoisted him up to eye level. Through gritted denta-plates, he sneered. “You should consider a change of hobby.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He yelped. “Please don’t-!”

Before he could finish that thought, Knockout tossed him into the trash pile. It would hurt, maybe break a bone or two, but it wouldn’t kill him.

“And that’s how you take out the trash.” He laughed. He dusted his hands off on each other before dropping back down into vehicle mode.

By this point, Kylan was hyperventilating on the curb 30 feet away. They backed away onto the sidewalk as Knockout approached. He opened the passenger side door.

“Get in.”

They stared at the car for a long, terrified moment, paralyzed by their own bewilderment.

“Kylan. Get in.” He repeated through the radio.

“‘Kylan?’” The artist blurted incredulously. “Y-you… you’re a… wh-”

“I will tell you if you get- the fuck- in.” Knockout rolled a few inches forward. “I need to leave, and I’m not leaving you here. I’ll bring you back but you need to get in. Now.”

Flashing blue and red lights reflected off the buildings around the corner.

Of course people had called the cops. Between the yelling, gunshots, screaming and weird-robot-thing noise: it had devolved into a whole scene. The artist momentarily wondered if anyone caught it on video. Or maybe all of this was a sleep deprived, paint fume induced nightmare.

The revv of the sentient car’s engine snapped their attention back to reality.

The artist clamored up onto their feet and into the passenger side. As soon as their butt hit the seat, he was off. The seat belt snapped around them as soon Knockout wasn’t focused on getting out of view of the incoming police cars.

#the knack #transformers #maccadam #Transformers OC #transformers fanfiction #transformers human oc #KYLAN #knockout #rory magellan #trigger warning #gun violence #gun threats #robot cursing #mugging #knockouts paint get scratched and that deserves a tw for him ❤️

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bittersweet-kelly · 9 months

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Superman Saves a Cat From a Tree. Chapter 1 - Selena gets caught up with an old pal

Superman saves a cat from a tree: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Catwoman, Selena Kyle, steps into some trouble while trying to find her ex, Batman, who seems to be missing while dealing with the League of Assassins and his ex, Talia Al Ghul. She runs into one of Batman's wards.

Rating: 18+ (Smut in later chapters) Minors do not Interact

Parings: Selena Kyle (Catwoman) x Clark Kent (Superman)

Warnings: Jokes about butts, smut in later chapters, swearing, jealousy (If you squint), not beta'd or lightly proof-read

Word Count: 1,296

Disclaimer: I do not own Henry or have any connections to Henry. Nor do I own any content from DC comics, Warner Brothers.

I wanted to start with Selena's side before moving onto Clark's. He'll be coming later dears. ;)

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It's been 3 months since Bruce Wayne and Selena Kyle got engaged and it's been 1 month since Selena dumped Bruce on the grounds of being bored. Or so she goes around and tells people. It was much more complex than that, obviously. Bruce wanted kids where Selena didn't… Bruce has kids. Adopted sure, but they're still kids. The late night costume rendezvous also became less frequent and that sort of killed the vibe for Selena… She liked the chase. The tease. Now she was caught and hooked… What was she supposed to do now? Be a wifey? Become a housewife? Join the cast of Housewives of Gotham? Heavy pass.

She was now free to do what she pleases. That also involves slipping into her tight costume that hugged her every curve to distract the thugs of Gotham. Who doesn't love the attention? Her catsuit was like a second skin. The zip stopped halfway down her sternum, revealing her cleavage that was tucked firmly in her clothes.

During one night ,while she was stalking the rooftops in her favourite neighbourhood, she heard some gunfire from the streets. She snorted to herself. "Batman will be after their asses soon. Poor souls." While chuckling to herself it slowly dawned on her… She hasn't heard from Bruce or Batman for 3 weeks. Furrowing her brow she checked her phone. No missed calls… Messages. She shrugged it off, he's probably drowning his sorrows in the nearest bar - crying because she left him. Or so she told herself. Anyone would cry after being dumped by her.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a shuffle of feet landing on the roof with her. The loose pebbles shuffling underneath their weight. "I was just thinking about you." She turned, expecting the brooding bat.

"Thanks, can't say I was thinking about you." Dick Greyson, better known as Nightwing, retorted back to her with a wink. "What pleasure do I owe being thought of? My handsome looks?" He smirked at her. Selena scoffed. Nightwing stood in front of her in his own tight costume that showed off his athletic body.

"I thought you were the big, bad Bat." She placed a hand on her hip, while looking over at him. "What are you doing here? Thought you were exiled to Bludhaven?"

"Exiled?" Dick put a hand over his heart. "Is that what Bruce told you? No it was Damian wasn't it?" Shook his head. "Ass."

"Mhm. He is a brat, I'll give you that but ass? That's all you." She leaned over to peer at his ass and glutes. "Ever thought you should change your name from Dick to something butt related?" Selena joked with a cocky smirk spread across her lips. Dick tutted, wagging a finger at her.

"Careful, you were nearly my Step-mom. That's taboo in places… Other than the internet." Dick rolled his eyes. "My eyes are up here lady." Motioned with his fingers to where his eyes are. "Plus you can talk, you have the same issue as me I bet." Selena couldn't argue that point, she too had a big butt. Bruce loved to squeeze it - amongst other things but that might have been weird to discuss to one of his kids.

"Speaking of Dad…" Selena turned back to look over at Gotham. "Where is he? I would have expected to see him sulking around in the shadows by now. I even stole- I even rescued some jewels from some black market dealer and I half expected to see him." Selena looked over to Nightwing. He looked pensive.

"We haven't heard from him for about 2 weeks now. Not like him. None of us have been scowled at or told we're doing something wrong. Alfred handed me a note when I went to go and see him. It mentions he's gone to see Talia to resolve a feud." Dicked looked confused at Selena. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"Guess he's gone back to his side piece?" She said bitterly. "Hey, no idea. But aren't you the one who ended things?" Dick pointed out after spotting how she spoke and sensed some jealousy. "Hmph!" Selena decided to ignore Dick's comment. "So he's gone back to the league of assassins."

Dick hummed in thought. "Yep, seems like it. After Bruce's run-in with them last time they seemed to vanish. If they're back in Gotham, means somethings going down. I've been looking for their entrance the last few days now. I can't spot anything out of the ordinary. No ninjas to chase either!" Scoffed in disappointment. Selena's brow furrowed.

"I see… Hidden tunnels most likely. Have you asked Killer Croc?" She asked, half serious as she looked over at Dick again. "He knows the sewers like the scales on the back of his mutated paw." Dick pointed at her before half skipping away.

"You have a point Kit-kat." He then swan dived off the edge of the building. Once a performer, always a performer. Show-off. "While you go and get your ass kicked… I'll go for a little girl on girl action." Turning her attention to the 'Garden of Eden' greenhouse and shop down in Bristol Gotham. "Red better be there."

Having made her way across town Selena stood looking at the overgrown greenhouse near the river. Climbing through a broken window she looked around until coming to a large room. To the side was a large plant that looked like it was trodden on and beaten down. Not like Pamela to treat her babies like that…

"You shouldn't have come Selena." A voice echoed around the room making it hard for Selena to pinpoint Poison Ivy's location. "But Red." Selena replied in a sing-song tone of voice. "I thought you missed our little chats. I know I missed you." Selena's gaze shot down as a vine wrapped around her ankle, tearing her off the ground to leave her hanging like she was caught in a boobie-trap. "IVY! Is this anyway to treat a friend?" A pair of giant leaves rustled and flapped to thee floor revealing the fiery, in more than one way, redhead.

"We are not friends!" Ivy snapped back. "You only call me a friend when you want something. You're all take and no give! No wonder Batman came looking for me." Her hand brushed her locks away from her face. Walking over to Selena to stand face to face. Other than Selena being upside down. "-You-" Ivy prodded Selena's forehead with her pointer finger. "You told Batman how to find me… How to enter my place of refuge." Ivy Scoffed, turning her head to the side. "…Ivy. You live in a greenhouse with a rather odd looking tree sticking out of the building. It's not exactly conspicuous." Ivy's attention fell back onto Selena, rolling her eyes at the truth.

"Now why shouldn't I throw you out like the trash you are?" Ivy placed her hands on her hips giving Selena attitude.

Catwoman gasped. "Ivy! You wouldn't litter your own beautiful green earth would you?!" Selena raised a brow, even though she was wearing a mask the fabric lifted with her eyebrow.

"Fine!" Spat Ivy. "You made your point… You can decompose here, feed my babies." Ivy turned on the spot, slapping Selena with her hair. "That will give Batman time to solidify his plan."

Selena found herself being lifted higher into the air. "IVY?! WHAT PLAN?" She screamed only to be turned the right way up.

"Oh, something about ruling the League of Assassins by giving Talia more heirs." Ivy waved her hand dismissively over her shoulder. Selena then felt her body feeling numb, like something tight was wrapped around it… The vines tightened around her body and acted like a cocoon with how they sealed her in.

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #smut #fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction #superman #clark kent #selena kyle #catwoman #dick grayson #bat family #batman #dc comics #nightwing #poison ivy #pamela isley #Clark kent smut

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Sins of the Father - 1:7

Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Modern/Crime AU - Sins of the Father Masterlist

Word count: Approx 4000

Contains/Warnings: Mentions of drinking and alcohol, intimidating behaviour.

Chapter Summary: Zaiya visits a bar for a certain biker gang and meets someone unexpected.

Notes: (at the end!)

Dangerous Questions

The sun was setting by the time she found herself in a dark bar on the east side of the city, close to the docks and relatively quiet. She was definitely in the right spot from all the motorbikes parked out front. Many of them were in various shades of red and black. Her own parked neatly at the front, visible from inside in case anyone got too close. She kept her head high and walked in with utter surety. She knew how it worked in these places, she could not appear weak or lost or unsure. If these people were at all similar to the ones that Adaji and Jango had associated with then she needed to keep up her guard.

Cuy��val Dar

It was an old phrase, for when the Mandalorians were more than what they had now become. And Mandalore was a long way from here.

The place was rather neat for the reputation it bore, dark walls, dark wooden floor and some industrial decor, including warm lighting that looked like exposed bulbs. It was surprisingly classy for a biker bar.

High class thugs? She wondered who she had to thank for that. The music playing from the jukebox seemed to be classic rock, and none too loud that she would have a splitting headache either. She would have to tell Jango to up his game, she liked this place already.

The occupants of the room turned to look at her as she entered, their eyes following each of her sure steps to the bar itself. Across from her was a butter-skinned zabrak with dark ochre markings and horns in a star pattern. Recognition dawned in her eyes. She’d not seen him in so long. So many years had passed but she knew those eyes. Those sweet, kind eyes. She hadn’t expected to see him, not here, not now. She hadn’t been prepared to see him, the feeling in her heart gripping her tight. She almost lost her words, completely, her eyes wide for a moment.

“Are you alright miss…?” Feral asked and she snapped out of it.

“Yes, ah, my apologies, you looked so similar to someone I knew,” she replied and he gave her an interesting look, as though he didn’t quite believe her. She realised it made sense for him to doubt her. How many people looked like him? Zabraks with the dark tattoos and more vibrant skin were usually from out east. From Dathomir and the surrounding area. It was not common for people from there to venture out… and she didn’t exactly want to go into her past. Not here and now especially. Thankfully he didn’t dwell on it.

“What can I get you?” Feral asked, thankfully he didn’t call her ‘sweetheart’ like so many bartenders she’d met had done.

“An Old Fashioned, if you please,” she smiled pleasantly. Feral paused and gave her another once over.

“I hadn’t picked that as your drink,” he said with a slight raise of his brow.

“No?” Zaiya asked, leaving on the bar, her chin on one hand. “What would your guess have been?”

“Hmm…” her looked her over for a third time, “Pina Colada,” he decided and she scoffed at him.

“A pin--” she shook her head, “How long have you been doing this?” she tilted her head and he blinked, taken off guard.

“Uh… not so long…” he grinned bashfully and she saw why he was in the position he was, one smile like that and she might forgive him anything, “not many order cocktails around here,” he made a gesture to the patrons, indeed, most of them had a bottle of beer or some variety or a glass with some kind of soda.

“Well they say the mark of a good bartender is how they make the classics,” she nodded, “are you confident?”

“I’m pretty confident,” he replied, though the look in his eye belied that, “It’s just bourbon right?” Her brows rose and he grinned again, “I’m kidding, it was the first drink I learned how to make,” he reached for the items he needed and returned after only a minute.

“You know mixology?” he asked curiously.

“I dabble,” she smiled in return, it was a partial truth, she did far more than dabble.

“So you think you can pick what I would drink?” he asked. Oh he was trying to measure her up. She smiled a little wider.

“I’m usually pretty good at that,” she nodded, and assessed him for a moment, “you like a good beer, but I would venture a guess a bourbon and soda is something you’re happy with… unless you’re trying to show off, then you go for a classic.” she gestured at the glass in front of her he was finishing preparing. He stared at her for a moment, open-mouthed.

“How…?” he frowned then gestured to a red haired woman nearby. “Alright… What about her?”

“Hm… Red Bull Vodka,” Zaiya surmised and looked back at him. Feral narrowed his eyes, but there was a spark in them like he was figuring out some game.

“What about that one?” he pointed at the blond man the redhead was speaking to as he handed over the glass and Zaiya brought it to her nose first, she could definitely smell the hint of citrus.

“I’d say beer, he likes to pretend he’s sophisticated but it’s a front… I bet he takes no sugar in his coffee too, and doesn’t know what fun is,” she replied and Feral ducked his head, trying to stifle his snort of laughter. Zaiya schooled her expression into one of a polite smile. Feral continued pointing people out and finally he pointed out the one person she was there to see, a crimson skinned zabrak with black markings sitting at the back of the room, in a dimly lit booth and reading something on a tablet.

“Whiskey Sour,” she glanced at the other zabrak, yellow skin and hulking form. God, he’d gotten so big. She remembered Savage trailing around after her because he’d been frightened of the other children. She remembered giving him her desserts when she had them. “The big one would enjoy a Pina Colada though… or better yet, a Chocolate Martini,” she grinned and Feral just laughed.

“You think so?” he asked.

“Yeah… I tell you what, make a Whiskey Sour and one of those sweet ones, take it over to them,” she grinned and Feral’s eyes widened.

“I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can, if they gripe at you, tell them it’s from me,” she shrugged. She was taking a risk, it could have her thrown out, but she had to figure a way to talk to him. She didn’t even know why, it would probably be better if she didn’t gain his attention. But she wanted to know the truth. Fives said he disappeared, she wanted to know why, if he was still working for his father. Perhaps she wanted to know if he was still the boy she once knew. It was stupid of her… but Feral was almost finished making the drinks.

“You’ve pretty brave,” Feral murmured.

“Am I?” she asked curiously, “Is he one of those scary ones you hear about?” she asked, resting her head on her hand again. The younger zabrak looked at her with a concerned frown. As though realising she didn't know where, or what kind of bar this was.

“You’re not from the City, are you?” he asked slowly.

“I arrived a few days ago, is it obvious?”

“Considering where you are… yeah, a bit,” damn, his guard was rising and so she raised her brows in response.

“Oh… should I not be here?” she glanced around, “I got a recommendation to find this place, though I did think it was odd that it’s so far away from the central city,” she shrugged, “I guess I let my sense of curiosity get the better of me,” she admitted. She didn’t care if he thought she was an idiot, that didn’t matter. Better an idiot than someone suspicious.

Feral regarded her for another few moments before continuing making the drinks. He seemed to have a good grasp on cocktails, though clearly working here had done little to help his skills, she’d had to assist a few times, pointing out the ingredients for a Chocolate Martini. It had been a while since she’d made one, but once Feral was done it looked like a masterpiece. She was very proud of him. By that point he seemed to have perked up again and was back to smiling that dashing grin again. She was sure he had a line of admirers a mile long with a smile like that.

“If they try to send the drinks back, make them take a sip first,” she encouraged and Feral nodded, a glint in his eye that told her he was relishing the opportunity to mess with his brothers a little.

“Wish me luck!” He flashed her a look and she chuckled, taking a sip of her own drink, watching Feral take the glasses over to the table in the back. She watched him place the glasses on the table, and the looks of confusion that crossed the face of the zabrak sitting there. He looked up at Feral, then at Feral’s hand gestures, his golden eyes fell on her. They were searing, and she could almost feel the heat of them as they pierced through her.

She raised her glass slightly with a nod. He looked back to Feral who gestured to the glass and she saw his mouth move but could not hear him from this distance. He looked back at her, then the glass. With a measured and purposeful movement, he grasped the glass and took a sip. There was a pause. His eyes flew to her again. A moment later, he placed the glass back down with the same precision and he looked up to Feral and spoke. Feral seemed surprised, and nodded, making his way back over to Zaiya.

The white haired woman sipped from her glass again, pretending to have barely noticed, she flashed a smile that was a little too smug as Feral approached. She was fully aware of the weighted gaze on her now.

“He uh… he wants you to go over there,” Feral seemed somewhat flustered.

“A bit demanding, isn’t he?” she mused with a raised brow and another small sip.

“You have no idea,” Feral sighed. Zaiya’s expression became softer, he was a good brother, she could already tell. She didn’t know what had happened in the last few years, but at the very least she was glad Feral was alright.

Since the request - or demand - was forthcoming, she slid off the barstool and stood, moving across the floor towards the back booth. She noticed the big zabrak had shifted further along, making room for her to sit. That was definitely Savage, alright, she recognised those eyes. And of course… Maul met her unwavering gaze the entire way over and didn’t blink once even as she reached the side of the booth where the two brothers sat. She waited for the invitation, and after a moment he gestured to the seat opposite him.

“Who are you?” he asked bluntly -- oh… that was not the voice she had expected from him. He was grown now, and the eloquest rasp was far more refined and shiver-inducing than she had anticipated.

“My name is Zaiya,” she replied and took a sip to hopefully make her tongue not feel so thick in her mouth.

“And the reason for this…?” he gestured to the drink in front of him.

“What can I say, pretty man deserves a pretty drink.” She smiled and he just stared at her. His expression was unreadable but for a ghost of a moment he looked a little surprised. Zaiya turned her head to Savage, and her smile flashed teeth whiter than her hair. “And of course sweets for sweet,” she chuckled and Savage looked confused, though there was already a good mouthful taken from the glass. She looked back to Maul whose eyes were narrowed at her.

She tried to convince herself he wasn’t that pretty. But she knew drop dead gorgeous when she saw it. Still… he was the son of her enemy. She had to see what she could get out of him.

“Have I offended you?” she asked with a tilt of her head. He seemed to be assessing her just as she was him.

“No,” he replied after a moment. Zaiya swirled the ice cube in her glass. “What do you want?”

“You don’t do this often, do you?” she asked, “can I not buy a man a drink?” He kept his gaze on her, unblinking. Clearly he was waiting for another answer, and she didn’t have the patience to wait him out. “Conversation.” He smirked at her.

“And what would you want us to converse about?” he seemed amused.

“Your name might be nice,” she suggested with a shrug, “and perhaps you might introduce me to your…” she looked at Savage and narrowed her eyes, “...brother?” she looked back at Maul with a questioning raise of her brow.

“What makes you think we are brothers?” Maul asked slowly.

“The three of you have the same eyes,” she made a vague gesture to her own face. She mentioned Feral as well and the thin-lipped smile indicated that he noticed.

“You’re very observant, miss Zaiya,” he mused, and gestured to the big zabrak beside her, “this is indeed my brother, Savage, and the other you spoke to was Feral,” Zaiya held out a hand to Savage in greeting and his warm hand dwarfed hers significantly as she shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” Savage rumbled and wow, his voice had gotten so deep! The way he watched her, saying little, she could only imagine Maul had asked his brother to watch her, try to spot a tell or any sign of deception. The slight frown on his face suggested he’d not yet figured her out. Were they paranoid? Or just cautious?

“A pleasure, Savage,” she grinned and squeezed his hand.

“I am Maul.” It was almost a growl as he said his own name, and Zaiya suppressed a shiver. She held out a hand to him in turn and his eyes flicked over it for a moment before taking it. Heat ran up her arm, his skin was so hot she almost felt scalded. Lord help her, she kind of liked it.

“Powerful name,” she mused as she leaned back in her seat.

“It is by design,” he replied. Of course it was. No one on Dathomir was given a pointless name. Delusions of grandeur were rampant. Though it seemed some of the grand and intimidating plans for Maul had come true.

“I take it you are in charge of this place?” She gestured to the room around them.

“Astute observation.”

“Well you’re sitting in the corner that can see everyone that comes and goes, and by the frown you had on, I would say--” she gestured to the tablet on the table next to him, “that’s work, not entertainment.” She took another sip of her drink. Maul’s eyes glittered with mirth and he looked at his brother.

“She seems to be quite the entertainment, doesn’t she?” he asked with a smirk. Savage grumbled in affirmation.

“I have to wonder how she became so observant,” the yellow-skinned zabrak said, and though his words were a warning of their suspicions, he took a sip of his chocolatey drink and she could not find it in herself to be afraid. She knew she should be. She knew these were not her friends… Perhaps she was a fool for coming here tonight. She had his attention now. She was not supposed to get people’s attention, not in this job. Her pride was going to be her downfall at this rate.

“When you live my life, it becomes necessary,” she replied seriously, her gaze drifting downward, “I have the feeling you know all about that,” her blue eyes flicked back up to his golden ones. The curiosity hardened in his eyes and something about what she’d said had angered him. It seemed she was unlikely to get anything out of him. Not now.

“You do not know me,” he hissed. She held up both hands in a surrendering gesture.

“You’re right, I stepped over the line there with my assumption, I can only guess with what I see,” she grabbed her glass and drained the last mouthful. “I can see I have worn out my welcome. Maul, Savage, it was lovely to meet you, thank you for an interesting conversation.” With a nod to each of them she slipped out of the seat, taking measured and deliberate steps to leave, placing her glass and a tip to Feral as she headed out.

Feral flashed her a concerned glance but she just returned it with a dazzling smile and headed out to her bike. She had a lot to think about. She’d gone in without a plan and he’d flummoxed her. One look and she’d been flustered into forgetting why she was there.

So stupid. She’d succeeded in gaining his attention, though she was not sure she’d made the right choice. If he and his father still worked together, she needed to take them both down. But the bar didn’t really seem to have any hints of Palpatine in it. Moreover there was something she could not put her finger on. Perhaps if she kept her ear to the ground she would figure it out… and also be able to get the image of Maul’s eyes out of her head.

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The following day Zaiya managed to see the woman Adaji had put her in touch with. The job at the bookstore was too easy, but it gave her time to think, to piece together the little information she already had and to hear back from Fives after he’d followed up with some of his own contacts. She was also waiting to hear back from a few of her own associates, there was a lot of information she needed to gather and it was always the longest and most tedious part of the job.

Days went by slowly, and she noticed she had a shadow. It was to be expected after the attention she’d gained that night. She’d noticed the sleek black car on the opposite side of the street. It wasn’t the fanciest of vehicles, but it was well looked after and clearly the driver took care of it. The second day she’d gotten a decent look at the driver himself, a burly blond fellow with sharp eyes and a crew cut. She’d seen him the other night and by all accounts he did well not to draw too much attention to himself, so he definitely wasn’t an idiot. Though she was familiar with what to look for if she were being followed. It was one of the first things Adaji had taught her.

By day three she was growing annoyed, and slipped out the back of the store mid-morning, unseen from the side of the street her shadow was on. Her little excursion took her down the street behind his car and it took fifteen minutes for her to return. Luckily the man in question was looking toward the bookshop, tilting his head back and forth. It seemed he’d noticed her absence.

She relished the little jump he gave when she knocked on the window. His grey eyes widened as he realised his target was right there. She held a small cardboard tray in one hand and a paper bag in the other and she indicated for him to wind down the window.

Slowly, he did so.

“You haven’t moved all morning,” she said matter-of-factly. “Here.” She handed him the paper bag, containing a bacon roll, and from the tray she passed him a black coffee with no sugar. He stared at her for a minute.

“I heard you could pick people’s drinks…” he muttered in a low voice. She leaned on the edge of the car with a half-smile.

“I see my reputation precedes me,” she chuckled, “I doubt he’s found the reports interesting,” Zaiya sipped her own coffee.

“Who?”

“Who else? Your boss,” she chuckled as the guy let out a sigh.

“He’s gonna be pissed,” he muttered.

“Maul? Nah, he’ll be disappointed it took me three days to notice you,” she rested her cheek on one hand.

There was a short silence.

“How did you know I have been here for three days?” his eyes narrowed at her. Her smile widened.

“Lucky guess?” he clearly didn’t believe her and he reluctantly held out a hand to her.

“I’m Saxon, Gar Saxon,” he told her with a firm handshake.

“Zaiya Valessa,” she smiled.

“...thank you for this,” he gestured to the food.

“No problem,” she nodded and her blue eyes searched his strong face, “so, what does he want to know?”

“You think I will tell you that?” Saxon scoffed and the white haired girl shrugged.

“Worth a shot I guess,” she chuckled and took another sip of her drink, “well, if you need something better to read, Gar Saxon, you’re welcome to come in and find something.” He shook his head in what she guessed was exasperation and it only made her smile wider. She moved to step away but leaned back into the car with one final message.

“You can tell him, I am waiting for an invitation,”

“For what?” Saxon asked as she righted herself, she spoke over her shoulder as she headed back inside.

“To finish our conversation…!”

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Awaken Angel, path is clear

You know what lies ahead, my dear

Ahead lies pain and violence

While you speak in silence

There is no place to feel regret

To deal in only lesser threats

With vengeance brush you are painted

Your life forever tainted

Your smile lies hidden from all of us

Please just let it show

Angel

Why do you walk this way?

Is there nothing I can say?

To turn you from the path of hate?

I need to know if you’re okay

I can’t reach you where you go

Oh Fallen Angel

I can’t reach you where you go

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Tailli’s Letter to her Daughter

My darling daughter,

If you are reading this, then I failed. I was not able to escape Mother Talzin. I did not make it and I am gone. I beg you not to weep, I am with your father now.

I rejoice that you spent your time away from Dathomir, that you got out and have a better life than you ever could have here. I wish I could have seen you grow. I wish I could have seen you become the woman you were always meant to be. I am proud of you no matter what path you choose to take.

There are of course things you don’t know about Dathomir and the fire. I wanted to tell you in person. Seeing as it’s impossible now… well you deserve to know the truth. What you do with that truth is entirely up to you, my darling, but please know, it is a painful truth and you will not be the same once you learn it.

Part of me wishes you won’t read it. To ask you to put this letter down, to not look at it again. To spare yourself the pain these words will cause.

But I know you.

Ever curious, so very clever and bright. You are your father’s daughter. You will read on to learn the truth, and all of the secrets this letter contains.

Please know that no matter what you read from here. No matter the horrible things you learn, one thing will never change. We love you. Your father and I.

Always.

Notes:

I am excited! This is the final part of Chapter 1! What do we think? The chapters are very long but I have broken them up into sections! Good news is I also finished all of Chapter 2 tonight as well so that is ready to go too! Well, it need editing but it's written!

The final chapter does have the over arching theme of the poem/song that you may remember from part 1, but also at the end of each chapter we will be able to read part of Tailli's Letter to Zaiya. In case I didn't make it clear enough or you've forgotten, Tailli is Zaiya's mother.

This is a totally different set up to APOD so I am curious of your thoughts.

Next fortnight will be the opening of chapter 2 and we will see our favourite investigative journalist again, along with another ally whom you guys might recognise. I hope you will like it!

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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Stroke of Luck.

Where did they go!?

I-I don’t know, ok!? I was tracking the Chairwoman’s signal, and tried to perform a geo scan of the lab as her directive!

But as soon as I started, her and Shuichi’s signal disappeared.

You think Zetsubou caught them?

If they were captured, at least we know they’re alive. I doubt Shirogane will kill him.

We’re not having much luck tracking the signals ourselves. With the limited information, we’ve hit a roadblock.

Even you ERR0RM3SS4GE guys can’t figure out what’s happened!? So much for relying on you assholes!

We pass around information, Kuwata. We aren’t omnipotent gods or the shadow cabinet or something like that!

Shuichi...

Don’t worry Kaede. Trust me when I saw Kyoko’s gotten out of worse scraps than this. If Shuichi’s with her, they’ll be fine.

Mind you, Shuichi can take care of himself when it counts.

Yeah, you’re right. Guess you’re pretty used to your partner doing this, huh?

It’s part of the job. Expect Shuichi to end up in this situation a lot in the future. Kyoko told me she’s been kidnapped multiple times even before she was his age.

That said, it doesn’t mean we can just leave them as they are. We need information and we need to find out where they’ve gone.

But what are we going to do? It’s not like info is just gonna turn up on our doorstep.

???: BOSS!?

!!??

*Everyone looks up to the floor above, as they hear a familiar cry above them.

Boss!

KURIPA!?

What the-!? Where the hell have YOU been!?

Hold on! We’re coming down! YEET!

HYAH!

Woah!?

*Kuripa walks away from the ledge. Though everyone expects him to take the stairs down, he instead jumps over the railing and slams down in front of the meeting table. Kibin also jumps over and lands more gently next to him.

Hey! You coming down!?

???: Give me a sec! Hup!

What the heck!?

Ugh! Hey, that’s pretty fun! Sure beats takin’ the darn stairs!

Kuripa, what’s going on? You’ve been missing for almost a whole day now!

Well I...kinda got bored and started to do my own investigation into the lab.

Wait...how did you know about it?

Does it matter? “I’m psychic” isn’t that what you always say?

*He leans in towards Makoto.

Please tell me you read my note.

Yeah, but you’ve still got a lot of explaining to do. But I can’t wait to see what kind of excuse you crop up, so I’ll hear what you have to say.

Thanks.

*Kuripa pulls away and addresses everyone at the table.

I’ve got lots to tell you, but I’ll start with what you WANT to hear. I found out during my own investigation...Saihara and Bosswife got caught by the thugs at the lab, and have been captured.

No...!

Dammit! I had a feeling, but hearing it confirmed is...

Why in the balls did you all let those two on their own without any backup anyway!?

Kuripa, you know what Kyoko’s like. She’s pretty stone-faced, but she’s hard to convince once she’s made her mind up about something. AND she’s been a lone wolf for as long as I can remember.

...Good point...I know what you mean.

Hey uh...I have a question. Who’s your new companion?

Oh her? This is Eden. Kuripa met her on his way here.

*Eden steps forward and courtesies.

Hi. Name’s Eden Owari. My sister, Akane, works for Branch 8.

Akane’s sister? What are you doing here?

Kyoko Naegi told me I should get away from the river for safety. Then I encountered these two folks and they brought me here.

Eden was the last person to see Kyoko and Shuichi before they disappeared. Figured it was wise I bring her in as a witness.

Good job Kurafto. So...what’s the call?

Hm...

Kaede?

Uh...yes?

Would you kindly take Ms Owari back to the river? See if you can find where they were taken. But be careful. The last thing we want is for you to be captured too.

You want me to scout? But...what about the siege?

Don’t worry. Focus on finding the lab, and wait for us there. We’ll bring your squadron with us when we arrive, and you can take over command from that point onwards.

Both of you come with me. I’ll grab you some equipment and gear in case of an emergency.

Alright, guess I’m doing this. Can I at least go let my friends know?

Of course. I’ll wait for you. Ms Eden Owari, if you’d be so kind.

Yeah, I’m comin’. Thanks for the hospitality.

*Eden, Kaede and Munakata exaunt.

Siege?

Munakata has been preparing the soldiers for an attack on the lab once we found it. We were rather hoping Kurafto here would lead the third squadron while Kaede and Munakata take the other two.

So you were waiting for me to get back? Surely you could have found someone to replace me? Like...I dunno. Komaru or Toko?

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider it. But given the more recent developments, I thought it would be best to wait for you after all.

What “recent developments?”

*In place of a reply, Taichi calls over to two guards, who carry in a large box covered by a blanket. Taichi lifts the blanket to reveal a severed Monokuma head underneath it. He then starts plugging the head into his laptop, and then connecting his laptop to the big screen?

I’ve already made Munakata aware of this, and he has adapted accordingly. But my fellow researchers in third branch did a robo-lobotomy on the Monokuma’s Yoruko and Setsuka ambushed and...found an important piece of memory.

*After a few seconds, an image starts to fuzz into the screen. Everyone starts to watch.

Thank you, thank you all for gathering here!

Who is that?

!!?

Doc!?

That’s Dr Ando, Sayaka. The very man we’ve been looking for.

What kinda luck is that!? We were just talking about finding the guy and then after 7 years, he just randomly appears now!?

Well, chock it up to Mr Naegi’s return, hey guys?

I don’t think I can take credit for this Hifumi, besides, it looks like some bad luck came with it...

Yes...he doesn’t seem to be a prisoner or a victim in what we’re looking at here...In fact, he seems to be the man in charge.

But that doesn’t make sense! Dr Ando is one of the most selfless men in the world, and he goes out of his way to ensure everyone’s comfort and safety! I can’t readily believe that he would ally himself with Zetsubou like this!

Well you’d be right. Ando would never side with Shirogane and her cronies...not willingly at least.

Are you saying he’s being blackmailed?

No...something worse.

Let me guess...He’s getting the parasite treatment?

Parasites!?

Yep...Same little worm bastards that fucked Gokuhara and Munakata’s brains. And there’s more to it than the doc just being controlled.

There’s another thing we found out during our own investigation. Zetsubou are making him DEVELOP those little shits at that institute. The river got poisoned as a result of the creation of those things.

So the lab is where they’ve been making their brainwashing parasites!? But what’s he planning now?

Fujisaki. Mind playing a bit more?

*Taichi resumes the video.

Good news my soulless, automaton, ursine friends~

We now have enough samples of Zetsubou parasites to start filling the bombs!

H-He said...bombs...!?

Yep, I heard that too.

We will only need to send a handful of bombs to each city around Japan. Work quickly I want them to bè̵̢̤͙͍̖͖̭̍̊̊͜ ̷̫̫̜̞̜͎̰̥̂͑͒̒̿̀̕͜d̷̜̐̆̎̄̕̚͝͠͝e̴̘̙͔͎͙̣͍̻̽͗̓̆̀̽̇ͅl̷̟͇̮̞̀͐͜͝ḯ̵̛̛̞̲̣͕̈́͊͗̅͑v̶̛̛̗̦̒̒͋͂̆͘è̸̪̚r̸̫͈̖̯̘̠̜͇͎͑͋̑͗̒́̾̊e̴͔͙͚͙̘̺̒̄͝ḑ̷̡͇̹͇̐͌͒̔̀̀̕͝ͅ ̶̟̘̳̦͍̳͝b̷̠̼͇͔͑̂͆́ỳ̶̝̯̖̜̥̯̲̞̝̿͆̍͠≠̳͐͊̃̃̍̐̔͘̕

*The footage fizzles out and ends there.

The Monokuma’s memory is scrambled, so unfortunately that’s all we have.

What bombs was Dr Ando referring to in that footage?

The bombs that he’ll be using to dispense the parasites. Pretty sure you got that part at least.

I see...I think I get what’s going on here...And it’s not good. Well...I don’t see how you ever thought it could be.

If Ando succeeds in getting those bombs delivered and detonated, we’ll be facing a nation-wide brainwashing pandemic. Rescuing Zetsubou’s captives will be the least of our worries...!

What the hell are we gonna do though? Kyoko and Shuichi went missing before Taichi could get any information on the lab.

The only good news is that I have the rough coordinates. But without a geo scan, I can’t get a map of the lab or figure out how big it is.

...

*Kuripa casually strides around to Taichi and hands him a hard drive.

This might help you.

*Taichi reluctantly takes the hard drive and plugs it into his laptop in place of the Monokuma head. He checks it’s information and his eyes widen.

What the!? There’s doubt about it! This matches with the coordinates I was sent!

*Suddenly, a full-scale map of the entire lab appears on the monitor. Everyone gathered around the table gasps in surprise.

K-Kurafto...!? How in the hell did you pull this off!?

Does it really matter?

Yes, it does matter! You can’t expect to just get away with not telling us how you came across this!?

Instead of being up my arse about how I came across it, how about a little thanks for getting you what you need?

Ahaha...Don’t mind him Mekaru. Kuripa just loves to take people by surprise...

Boy I’ll say. A real magic maker that one. His girlfriend too.

Thanks~

Alright, but can we focus less on Kuripa and more on the lab? Because I don’t know if anyone else is seeing it like I am, but the damn thing looks ENORMOUS!

What say you, commander?

Hm...It looks to me like there are three main entrances...Here, here, and here.

*Taichi highlights certain areas on the map as he explains his analysis.

This one in the center appears to be the hatch that the detectives found before they were kidnapped. The other two appear to be large heavy duty doors that are hidden by the foliage of the forest.

And this area here appears to the main research lab. If Ando really is in charge, it’s more than likely where he’s keeping them.

And the bombs?

Hm...There appears to be an above-average amount of radiation in THIS area. It’s likely where they’re being assembled.

So are we even sure a siege on this place is a good idea anymore? If Naegi or Saihara made any indication to Ando that we’re coming for him, it could throw a wrench in our plans.

Not to mention if we dive into the lab guns blazing, we could get both of them brainwashed or killed.

It’s a risk we have to take! I suggest we wait to hear from Kaede Akamatsu for now, but under NO circumstances, and I mean NO CIRCUMSTANCES, are Ando and those parasites allowed to leave the lab!

And if they, or we, detonate one during the attack?

I imagine it could put Hokkaido at risk...But it’s better to have a handful of brainwashed citizens than an entire country of them...or an entire world for that matter.

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heliads · 3 years

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Crows

Everyone has a symbol on their palm that somehow relates to your soulmate. You have a crow, which led to you joining the Dregs in Ketterdam. Every Dreg has a soulmate symbol that in no way relates to you- except Kaz Brekker, as no one has seen his palm at all.

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You stare at the crow inked into your palm. It stares back at you.

You hesitate for a second longer, then snap your hand shut, letting the unblinking eyes of the black bird disappear back behind your fingers. This is the price of a soulmate, of wandering too far from your home and never finding the one person you were meant to belong to. This is the price of being a canal rat, a Grisha, of being anybody still foolish enough to believe in a soulmate in the midst of all this darkness.

Soulmates may technically be real, but people only believe in them as much as they do Inej’s Saints, or anybody else’s long-held dreams. Between the wars and Shadow Folds springing up across the world, it’s getting pretty hard for anyone to find their soulmate at all. It’s supposed to be simple- one mark on each person’s palm to designate their soulmate, a mark that will disappear at the first touch of their hand on yours. Sometimes, you wonder what mark would be on your soulmate’s skin: a flame or sparking coal, maybe, for your branch of the Small Science, or a skull, for all the death that seems to shadow your path.

The crow has been on your palm for as long as you can remember, as long as anyone has ever had a soulmate. It was there when you were born, but judging by your trend in luck, it’ll probably be there until the day you die. Soulmates aren’t for girls like you, girls who flee their homes to trade a life amongst the Grisha for a death in the gray-streaked streets of Ketterdam.

You were born an Inferni, that much is true. You witnessed the Ravkan civil war, and you were there to flee it for safer tides. You weren’t sure what cruel twist of fate landed you in Ketterdam, one of the worst places for a Grisha, but you were at least able to keep your identity a secret. You’d seen what happened to the luckless Grisha trapped inside neverending indentures, and you know what tortures would await you if word of your firestarting habit got out. So, you never spoke a word, and pretended you were just another otkazat’sya traveler in need of safe harbors.

You hadn’t been wandering the canals long before your path turned into the Barrel. It wasn’t an intentional choice, just an eventual fate that you would end up in the worst part of the twisting sidestreets. There was no escaping the Barrel, not unless you were a wealthy mercher or some other lucky sap who the Saints blessed with the ability to avoid getting dragged down into the muck like everyone else. You learned the names and locations of all the gangs like everyone else: Black Tips, Dime Lions, and most notably, the Dregs.

Your breath had caught in your chest when you heard of them. They frequented the Crow Club, some were called the crows themselves, their leader had a crow on his cane. Everything seemed to point in a glaringly obvious arrow towards your soulmate mark: a crow for a crow. Where else could you have ended up?

You knew better now. You had met Kaz Brekker, the boy with the crow cane, and you knew that any chance of finding a soulmate among his crew was near impossible. You had been walking home after dark one night when you found yourself set upon by a duo of thugs. Not Dregs, possibly Dime Lions with a bone to pick, angry that the Dregs had such control over the pigeons of Fifth Harbor. They had been expecting an easy mark, somebody they could thunk over the head with a pair of brass knuckles and walk away without a scratch. They weren’t expecting you to beat them into the dust in a matter of seconds.

No matter your status or location, you were still a Grisha, and you’d been trained by Botkin long enough to be able to defend yourself. When the goons were finally laid at your feet, unconscious, you had allowed yourself a moment to smile. It was easy to feel low, a gutter rat in the canals of Ketterdam, but being able to use your fists again almost reminded you of the training halls at the Little Palace.

Enjoying this one brief memory, though, was a slip that you shouldn’t have made. When you looked up, you weren’t alone- a boy stood before you, gloved hands clasped over a crow’s head cane. You didn’t particularly know who he was, or make the connection between him and the Dregs, and moved to get out of the alleyway before he decided to make the same mistake as the thugs. He had slid his cane in front of you, fast as lightning, stopping you in your place. “I think we should speak about your future in Ketterdam.”

You were annoyed at this sudden interruption. “I think you should leave me alone.” You had retorted, using your hand to move his cane back in front of him. You had also been irritated, both by the fight and this boy’s brashness, and slipped your hand into his pocket for just a second to retrieve a newly shined pocketwatch. No one could have possibly seen it, this tiny movement, and the boy certainly didn’t, as he let you pass without another word.

You were still grumbling when you got back to the ramshackle building you called an apartment complex, and your landlady had raised an eyebrow when she saw you. “What, have you finally realized that it was a fool’s errand to come here?” She asked, and you shook your head. “No, just bothered by some guy with a crow’s head cane. Weird prop to carry around.” The woman had blanched, face suddenly seeming to age a decade in a second.

She had bustled over to you, voice low as if terrified that the boy might be able to hear her. “That’s Kaz Brekker, you fool. He runs the Dregs. Saints, he might even run this city.” She had hurried away from you then, forcing herself back to her work. Even then, you had known she was wrong. There was nothing the Saints could know about Kaz Brekker, nothing they could even hope to involve themselves in.

You had shaken the experience away, climbing up the stairs to your apartment. When you pushed open the door, however, you saw that you were not alone. The boy from earlier was back, this time leaning against the far wall. He gestured for you to close the door, which you did, albeit hesitantly. You had no idea how he got in- you had changed the locks when you first arrived at the apartment all those weeks ago, barred the windows, made it impossible for anyone except you to make their way inside. Yet here he stood, with knowledge of both where you lived and how to get there before you. It was impossible. Well, impossible for anyone except Kaz. The Barrel was his home, after all, and you doubt Dirtyhands had ever bothered to knock.

His fingers tapped the crow’s head of his cane. “I don’t think we quite finished our conversation. You could do more than just wash dishes, you know. The Dregs could always use a new member. That, and I’d like you to return what you stole from me. I’m impressed, actually. No one is that good at pickpocketing except me, and no one would try something that daring except for, well, me. I think you’d fit in nicely with my gang.”

You had folded your arms across your chest. “And I’m meant to believe that my pickpocketing was impressive enough to warrant a visit from Dirtyhands himself?” Kaz had shrugged, the movement stiff in the darkness. “You can believe whatever you want. I just want to see if you’ll take a good offer when you see one.” After a while, you had accepted, and Kaz had left, but not before whispering something in your ear. “If you steal from me again, I will cut off both of your hands. I don’t tolerate theft, not from me.”

You had heard enough threats to know that he meant good on this one. As it turned out, however, Kaz would not have to fear theft from you again. You found a home amongst the Dregs, a home you weren’t likely to give up due to the thrill of pickpocketing Kaz Brekker. You had a room at the Slat, a place at the table, a voice in the masses. It was something you weren’t willing to trade away.

Even amongst the many crows of Kaz Brekker’s gang, however, you still couldn’t let the issue of your soulmate go. You can remember one night, late into the night’s bells when you, Inej, Jesper, Matthias, and Nina had all made the journey up to Kaz’s office, slumped against chairs and floorboards and chatting the night away. Kaz was sitting at his desk, apparently doing paperwork, but you did notice that he kept coincidentally chiming into conversations even when he said he wasn’t paying attention.

At some point, Nina steered the conversation to soulmates. She held up her now blank palm, proclaiming that at some point it had held a wolf’s head. She had been terrified, she said, terrified that she would have a drüskelle or some other weirdo for a soulmate. Matthias had acted affronted at that, but if he was feeling particularly charitable he might relent and tell the gathered Crows about how he’d had a heart on his hand, and how frustrated he’d been when it had disappeared the second he’d locked Nina away on that slaver’s ship.

Nina had turned to Kaz then, intent on poking the bear and having some sort of fun that night. “So, Brekker, what’s your soulmate mark? Or do you not do that sort of zealot human thing we call soulmates?” Kaz had raised his eyebrows, looking distinctly bored. Of everyone in the room, you’re pretty sure that only you and Inej would be able to tell that he was holding back a smile.

“I’m not entirely a monster, Zenik. I do have a soulmate.” Nina had leaned forward, intent on clarification. “Then what’s the mark? We can’t just take a gander at your palm, remember? They’re hidden by your gloves.” Kaz had let his papers fall back to the desk with a thunk, turning to her with an expression laced with both exasperation and studied disinterest. “It’s a fire. A small flame. Happy?”

Nina had looked fascinated. “Beatific. I wonder what that means. An Inferni, maybe?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Kaz. “Maybe it’s supposed to show that they’re devilishly attractive. Really hot, get it?” Kaz had made a sound that was either a dry cough or his best attempt at a laugh. “Hilarious, Nina. I see why you’re a Heartrender- you could make a person want to die based on your jokes alone.”

Nina had acted affronted, making sure everybody knew that her jokes were hilarious, thank you very much, but you couldn’t help but think about the repercussions of this. What if Nina’s first guess was right, and Kaz’s soulmate was an Inferni, like you? If your tattoo was of a crow, and Kaz’s was of flames, then surely it was too much to just be a coincidence. You’d never know, anyway, because soulmate marks only disappeared on flesh to flesh contact. Kaz always wore gloves, so you’d never find out the truth. Besides, you remind yourself, the chances of this were superbly unlikely. A crow could mean anything, so could a flame. You need to stop getting your hopes up.

Despite the possibilities and impossibilities, you’ve still been running with the canal rats long enough to know that you can’t dwell forever on what might have been. You’re a Dreg now and you need to focus on that instead. When Kaz announces an upcoming settlement with the Razorgulls, yet another one of the gangs that roam the streets of Ketterdam, you’re eager for a chance at something entertaining after a long while of nothing. Kaz will meet with the leader to negotiate their way through a claim on the various pigeons coming and going from the harbors, and that will be that.

However, this is the Barrel. Negotiations are rarely easy. This is why, when Jesper arrives as Kaz’s second, he’s shunted aside to a separate room to stay out the duration of the meeting. Kaz and the leader of the Razorgulls are on the opposite side of the street in an empty courtyard, far away from any help should they need it. Kaz was prepared for this, as always, and set up a plan. Inej will shadow Jesper, making sure that he’ll have a way out if he needs it, and you’ll be shadowing Kaz himself. You’re not sure why Kaz chose you instead of his faithful Wraith, only that he rarely makes decisions based on nothing and you would do best to follow his judgement. The times he’s let you down are few and far between.

You and Inej split up, staying amongst the rooftops to avoid detection. She follows Jesper and the Razorgulls’ second into a crowded tavern, and you head towards the abandoned courtyard. Ahead of you, Kaz’s cane taps against the crooked cobblestones as he wends through desiccated hedges and marble statues severely lashed by time. The Razorgulls’ leader is waiting for him there, but you can’t follow now. Instead, you stick to the edges, climbing stairs and making your way into the empty buildings that watch over the courtyard like silent sentries.

You’re not sure what trouble you’ll be walking into, only that it will exist in some crooked form. There’s no logical reason the Razorgulls would want the seconds in another building unless they were planning something, and no reason Kaz would agree to this at all if he wasn’t sure you could have his back when he needed it. As you creep along the buildings, keeping a careful eye on the proceedings through the few broken windows, you notice that the two gang leaders have begun to speak. You can’t quite hear what they’re saying, only a few whispers here and there.

You’re just rounding a corner, ready to make your way into a neighbouring building, when the lights flash off, landing you in darkness. Instantly, you panic. Lighting is scarce here, only the moonbeams and a couple of oil lamps, but there’s no reason they should have shut down this quickly. You hear footsteps on the stairs, along with two pairs of voices: Razorgulls, discussing how important it is to stick to the shadows so Brekker can’t see them.

Your heartbeat thuds in the dark as you realize they haven’t spotted you yet. In fact, they have no idea you’re there at all. When Kaz was giving directions for the negotiations, he specifically told you to make sure that you weren’t seen, even if rival gang members showed up. If you want to go along with his plan and make sure he lives to see the end of this shoddy deal, you’ll have to stay in hiding.

This, however, is easier said than done. If the lights were on, you would be able to see the wooden beams of the floor and tell which ones would creak and which wouldn’t, which large shapes of furniture to avoid and which holes in the floorboards you should step over. A chill washes over you as you realize what you’ll have to do. You move your fingers together, quick as scraping flint against steel, and a small flame materializes at the pad of your index finger. It’s small, barely visible to anyone except you, but it’s enough to help you get out of the room before the Razorgulls notice you.

Even as the thrill of using your Grisha power after so long sends a charge of energy through your veins, you can’t help but feel uneasy. The only reason you’ve been able to survive in the Barrel and avoid unwholesome indentures is because you never used your power, not once. Even if it was necessary, this still feels bad.

You’ve found a new hiding place in the corner of the room and move to extinguish your flame now that it’s no longer useful. However, it’s been too long since you last used your powers as an Inferni, and your concentration wavers. The flame grows brighter and you start to panic, eventually clamping down your mind and forcing the fire to disappear.

The disappearance comes too late. The Razorgulls have seen some light in the shadow that wasn’t supposed to be there and are now edging your way, careful not to let you out of their sight. You have no choice but to take them down, standing over their unconscious bodies and feeling a wave of nerves crest over you. Kaz specifically said not to mess with the gangs, but you had no choice. You can only hope that this won’t ruin his plan too much.

Quietly, you step through the room and unlock a window, letting the panes move open in the wind. Now, you can hear the voices echoing up from the courtyard, and your heart sinks as you realize that things aren’t going well. The leader of the Razorgulls has revealed his ace in the hole, that he’s got guns trained on Kaz right now. Kaz just laughs, the sound as cold as rocks scraping against a ship’s hull, ready to damn a hundred men to the depths of the ocean.

“Do you, though? Who are the men you sent up- Dirk Struik and Niels ter Avest? Your coffers may be deep, but mine are more extensive. Gentlemen, take down this man, if you please.” Your stomach twists as you realize Kaz was counting on the men you just knocked out. Without them, he’s alone with a man pointing a gun at his skull. There’s no way around this- you’re going to have to break your most cherished rule again.

You thrust your palms out in front of you, letting tendrils of flame arc out of your hands and cascade onto the leader of the Razorgulls. He twists in agony, burns appearing on his skin. He only suffers for a moment or two, however, until he becomes unconscious due to the pain. Kaz’s head jerks up, staring at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Kaz Brekker truly surprised, but he most certainly was not expecting this.

You don’t think there’s anything you can do except try to explain yourself. You jump down from the open window, letting your heels land lightly on the stones of the courtyard. Kaz seems frozen in place for a second, then moves forward until you’re standing only a few feet apart. Your breath comes wild in your chest. Kaz speaks after the longest of moments. “Where were the guards?”

You hold up your hands uselessly. “They saw me. I had to take them out.” Kaz’s eyes dart to your palms, faster than a sharpshooter pulling the trigger. He takes in the smoke still curling around your fingers, then the crow mark in the middle of your hand. When he speaks again, his voice has lost its icy edge. He just sounds like a boy again, young and confused.

“You never told me you were an Inferni.” You sigh. “It was a secret I needed to keep. You know what happens in the Barrel, the indentures and the tortures. If I used my powers, I would have died a long time ago.” Kaz jerks his head in a harsh nod. “I don’t blame you for surviving. We have all committed worse crimes to live” Your voice gains a confidence it didn’t have before. “Then what do you blame me for? You’re upset, anyone could tell that. If it’s not with me keeping my Grisha abilities a secret, then what is it?”

Kaz hesitates, as if pulling himself back from a yawning chasm. “Me.” You stare at him, at the indecision wracking his brow, then at the way he’s pulling at the glove at his palm. His hands almost seem to shake, like he’s still not sure that he’s doing the right thing. He pulls the glove off, inch by inch, seeming to dread every second that his hands aren’t covered by the black leather. At last, you see it- the mark on his palm, the flame sparking into being right there on his hand.

He reaches out tentatively. “I need to know.” He manages, and at last you understand. You move your own hand slowly, stopping when it’s only a few inches away from his. Kaz squares his shoulders, as if preparing to jump from another broken building, then closes the distance and lets his hand rest lightly on yours. As you watch, your soulmate tattoos shimmer for a second and then vanish, erasing from your skin as if they’d never been there at all.

Kaz lets his gaze linger on the empty skin of your palm, and then he seems to come back into himself, snatching his hand away like he’s flinching from a blow. You can see it in his eyes that he regrets this, that he can’t keep his hand there, but you understand. You can understand quite a lot from him.

Kaz’s voice is like the grating of metal. “I’m not somebody you want as a soulmate. It won’t be easy. It won’t be good.” You laugh quietly in the night. “If I wanted something easy, I would have never come to Ketterdam.” Kaz nods at this, something almost like relief in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” You manage. Something almost like a smile flits across Kaz’s face. “Good. We have much to discuss.”

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 3 years

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Hearth

(dabi) t.todoroki / reader

genre: prohero!touya, fluff

warning(s)!!: cursing ofc, dabi's atittude/snark, he's still dabi- just not a villain lol, he doesn't have his burns just his piercings, bloody piercings/lip

synposis: touya comes home with a bloody lip and three missing nose piercings, you get the honor of cleaning him up and getting him to bed for a well-deserved rest

w.count: 2.4k (probably the shortest thing i've written in years and no that's not a joke)

-x-x-x-

“Shit, that stings,” Touya hissed to himself as he felt around the bloody and bruised right nostril of his nose where three small piercings should have been. He hissed as he quickly took his fingers away from the small holes missing their jewelry. “I can’t wear nothing around here, damn.”

The commotion around him was hardly his focus when his nose stung so much, not even his split lip bothered him when he licked over it- too focused on his poor nose. It was pitiful really, getting into a scrap with a low-level thug trying to run off with a duffel full of loose bills from some random convenient store. He was fine overall, not being too unfamiliar with fistfights without having to use his quirk, but the thug sure did a number on him when he grabbed at his face- probably aiming to yank on his hair, but falling short- and somehow ripping all three of his studs from his nose.

Blood dripped in small drops off the side of his nostril and from inside his nose, creating a slow stream to his top lip which entered his mouth- filling it with the metallic taste of his blood. His pierced tongue’s metal bar tasted nothing like the iron of blood and he shook his head in distaste.

He sniffed and palmed gently at his minor wound before the cops showed up and wrapped up the situation. They offered to have his injuries cleaned up at the station- but he was so close to being finished with patrol and heading back home he didn’t bother. It wasn’t like he was in any sort of critical pain, he just wanted to rip his nose off.

His patrolling went smoothly after that, the small scuffle being the highlight of his evening and as he walked, bored back to the agency he was working at with his father (begrudgingly), he changed and slung his duffel with his gear and suit inside over his shoulder. He’d leave all this stuff in the changing room locker with his name on it and a secure lock- but you had insisted he bring it home tonight so it all could be tuned up and cleaned properly. You were a stickler about that.

Touya damn near broke into a run, mad-dashing it to the door, when he heard his father behind him call out his name when he was so, so close to the agency doors. As far as he was concerned, he was done for the day.

D o n e.

Endeavor could suck it.

He wasn’t sure how far he ran before he deemed it safe enough to slow his strides, but then the chills set it. He wasn’t cold- even if it was the middle of winter- all thanks to the cold resistance he inherited from his mother winter wasn't really ever that cold to him. If anything the sweater and joggers he wore were almost too warm with his swift escape from work.

He stopped at the corner of the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic lights to signal he could safely cross the road and have the right to sue if someone were to hit him, and looked up at the grey clouds. It looked like it was due to snow again and he chuckled to himself at mentally picturing you shiver just at the mere thought of more snow. Lowing his chin back down to look ahead, his pace quickened, already more than ready to be home.

“Hey, babe! I’m back!” Touya called into the house. The difference in temperature made him shiver- even if again, he wasn’t truly cold in the first place. Heeling off his shoes and setting them on the shoe rack, he walked inside.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You called back. He chuckled to himself as he walked into the living room first, dropping off his hero-filled duffle on the couch, and then swiveled on his heel to head into the kitchen. As he passed under the doorway, he grabbed the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up over his head and completely off as it rested on his forearms- shaking out his white hair.

You looked over your shoulder at the movement and immediately went back to whatever it was you were doing. Shaking your head in small shakes with a quiet sigh.

“Do you really need to undress in the kitchen?”

“What?” He smirked, tossing the sweater on a barstool as he basically pranced his way to your side, slinging one arm around your waist loosely with the other coming to mess with the soapy water you were currently washing dishes in. He picked up a finger-load of suds and flicked them at you, making you try and crush his toes under your heels- to which you failed. “It’s hot in here.”

“That is probably the lamest excuse you've ever used to strip,” you teased as you kept doing your thing. Looking around the counter, he saw take-out containers. Before he could question them, you started talking again. “I really didn’t want to cook today, so I ordered in. I hope that's fine.” Touya shrugged.

He wouldn't want to come home after a day of work and cook either, so it worked for him.

Detaching from you, he danced over to the containers he knew were his and took them to the island where he slid into the barstool his sweater was on and sat down on it. As you finished up, you turned to finally take a proper look at your boyfriend after his day. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes narrowed.

Was that dried blood under his nose? And was his lip split?

“Touya?”

“Whuat,” he muttered with a trail of noodles hanging from his lips between chopsticks, muffling his voice. Ever the mannerless fool.

“Do we wanna talk about the blood on your face?”

He swallowed his bite as he started scrapping around for more noodles and fewer vegetables in his container. “No, not really.”

You rolled your eyes as you left the kitchen and him to his food. Digging around in the bathroom, you tossed a few things in a small basket and went back to the kitchen where he had successfully separated all his greens from his food and set them aside. You sat on the stool next to him as he finished.

“You know it’s not good for you if you don’t eat your vegetables.”

“Oh, boo-hoo. I ain’t eatin’ ‘em.” You spun to face him as you grabbed his knee and spun his stool to face you in turn. In your basket of bathroom items were things to clean up his face.

You took his chin in your hand and twisted his jaw back and forth to look for any other injuries. “I ain’t all that banged up. Just this,” he told you with a huff. Looking at his chest and shoulders and stomach- it seemed he was telling the truth. There were no other injuries.

You would hate to see the poor guy he got into it with if all Touya had was a split lip and... all three missing piercings? You hadn't actually noticed his piercings were completely gone.

“How in the world did you lose your piercings?”

“Some prick tore them out. Got pretty into it with ‘em over it.”

“Of course you did,” you rolled your eyes again as you emptied your basket and grabbed a cotton ball between the prongs of a pair of tweezers, and coated it in saline. “Look down,” you told him as his chin dipped to your instruction and you began to clean his piercing holes. You saw his lips twitch in a silent hiss as you cleaned them as gently as possible.

Touya didn’t move from your touch at all aside from a wince here or there. When you pulled back to clean the blood on his lip and skin, he kept as still as he could as he just looked down at you. Watching you work with your eyes focused and brows pulled in concentration always made him want to laugh at how cute you looked. You were a wonder to him.

A wonder on how he managed to snag you as his own.

When you finished, you were throwing your stuff back into the basket to take back into the bathroom when you felt a weight on your shoulder. Glancing without moving your head, you caught in the corner of your vision Touya’s nest of white hair brushing your cheek and chin. His forehead rested on your shoulder as you relaxed, your boney shoulder couldn’t be comfortable to lay on.

“You’ll want to leave any new piercing out of your nose for a bit.”

“Hmm,” he gave you a small hum, but you weren’t sure if he actually heard you or was just responding to respond. He had a bad habit of hearing but not exactly listening.

Moving your head as slowly as possible to not disturb whatever moment he was trying to create with you, you saw the digital numbers on the stove showing close to midnight. While it was rare to get a quiet and soft moment with Touya, you knew he couldn’t sit with his ass on a barstool and his head on your shoulder all night. He had to shower and get changed for bed where he can sleep on a comfortable mattress.

You rotated your arm causing his forehead to push further into you, sliding to where it rested against your neck, and his cheek pushed into your shoulder instead. You reached around and rubbed his back to which he hummed at- pleased with the touch. His skin was always so warm, it almost made you envious with each shiver you would get from the chilled winter air.

“Touya,” you softly called to not drill a nail into the peace of the kitchen. He said nothing. He didn’t even hum at you, but you knew he was listening. “We have to get up. You need a shower and sleep.”

“Can’t we stay like this a while longer?” You almost gave in but looked at the clock again. As far as you knew, he had to go back to work tomorrow so he needed to get into bed asap. It pulled at your heart, but you couldn't let him stay up any later than necessary.

“No, we can’t,” you let him down easily with a soft voice and with your hand still trailing up and down along his spine. “Come on,” you shrug, “up.”

He groaned as he sat up and slid from his stool, you doing the same as you grabbed your basket of things to put back in the bathroom. Touya followed you as he rubbed at his neck and silently let out a yawn he tried hiding from you just so he couldn’t avoid admitting you were right and that he needed to go to sleep.

As you were putting things back where they belonged, Dabi had opened the door of the wide, standing, glass shower and turned the water on- waiting for the temperature to be perfect. He looked over his shoulder, seeing you putting back the saline behind the mirror in the medicine cabinet. He took the chance when the mirror was away from him and you to sneak up behind you, the running shower water masking his footsteps.

He slowly reached around your head, shutting the cabinet as the mirror swung back to face you, Touya behind you. He dropped his arm over your shoulder and lowered his head to kiss the back of yours, his other arm wrapping lazily over your chest.

“Shower with me,” he cooed, dying his voice in honey to get you to join him without a fight. When you agreed, the shit-eating grin he had on his stupid face made you want to pull on his bottom lip and reopen the split in it or maybe force open his mouth and rip out the bar in his tongue.

He always got what he wanted and it was so not fair.

After promising no funny business in the shower, getting out, drying off, and getting ready for bed, Touya was insistent that the thermostat be turned down to 68F which was absolutely not going to happen. That was way too cold for the middle of the night in the middle of winter! He may be a walking space heater, but you weren’t.

Except, when you crawled into bed, you puffed and pouted because of course he always got his way. The temperature in the dark house was a chilly 68F and you were bundled in blankets- sulking.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” he laughed as he yanked the blanket that was tucked around you away to slither his way beside you instead. As he tangled his legs with yours he was immediately pulling you closer to him by the back of your knees. One of his arms under your head to curl his wrist inward to scratch the back of your head and the other around your side to rub your back. You suddenly understood.

He just wanted to lay as close as possible to you and not verbally say it. You tried containing your small laughter at his attempt at being coy.

“What?” He groaned as he shut his eyes, trying to get sleep to come to him. You dug your face into his neck, which he happily accepted as he pushed his cheek against your forehead in return.

“Nothing,” you told him.

“Just go to sleep.”

When the next morning rolled around and Touya’s phone had begun to ring for the fourth time, you had pried his arm off you and looked over his shoulder. The screen was showing his father calling him and as you rubbed your eyes and reached over to answer it for him- since he slept like a log- your wrist was caught and you were shoved back down into his chest.

Touya, who had been awake for some time now, was well aware he was exceptionally late to the agency and no he was in no rush to get there any time soon. The old man can call all he wants- he wasn’t going in just yet. There was a reason the old man was the only member of his family to not know his address.

Endeavor can still suck it.

-x-x-x-

a/n: for some reason the image of prohero touya coming home to just coze with his partner after another day just popped in my brain and has been relentlessly curb-stomping me into an early grave

#dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #touya x reader #dabi fluff #bnha #boku no hero academia #dabi au #prohero dabi #prohero touya #au #bnha au #my hero academia #touya fluff

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drippingviolets3 · 3 years

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Kamuegi headcanons because this is a really cute rare pair and you can fight me on this

Trigger warning: Makoto gets attacked by a thug, guns are in this too (I’ve finally become a true American now-), and Makoto gets shot (it isn’t life threatening dw, just a stupid result of his luck)

•They met on accident because of Makoto’s luck

•To be more specific: After Makoto’s luck got him into a stupid situation it would look like it came straight out of one of those shitty story time videos

•Izuru had just been aimlessly walking around the city when he heard yelling and looked to see what it was (since nothing interesting was happening anyways)

•Makoto was in a chokehold by some random thug, who also just so happened to have a gun (that they weren’t using for some reason). Makoto was kicking his legs and ended up kicking a rock up, and flung it behind him as he continued to struggle from the lack of oxygen he was getting

•The rock hit the thug in the head and he fell over, which triggered the gun to go off and it shot Makoto in the back of his thigh, so he screamed out and fell over

•Izuru was just standing there the whole time with a blank face, but that song that goes “so this is love, hmmm, so thiiiiiiis is what makes life so-“ is going on in the background while Makoto is bleeding from his thigh.

•So Izuru took him to the hospital and called the cops on the thug

•He stayed in the hospital with Makoto and probably got him flowers too with a note that said “sorry I stood by while you were getting strangled”

•Makoto was so confused qjfjejdjl

•But they became friends after that (if you can call them that-) and had some awkward hangouts (since Kamukura got bored so easily), but during those hangouts Izuru would make some subtle passes at Makoto.

•This was Makoto’s gay awakening

•Izuru knew Makoto was starting to grow a crush on him, and in his mind it was like “Ah yes, it’s all going according to plan.”

•But Izuru was having some internal conflicts since he was confused with all these overwhelming emotions, and while he knew what to do to make Makoto reciprocate these feelings, he wasn’t exactly created to be a lover. But at the same time, this could be interesting since he was going against what his creators made him for.

•Once he felt the time was right he just bluntly told Makoto he wanted to date him

•”I love watching the waves” “I’m in love with you Makoto.” “……” (cue Makoto running away only to get tackled down to the ground by Kamukura [you’re a legend if you catch the vine reference])

•jk the confession wasn’t like that, but it was blunt.

•Makoto.exe has stopped responding. Please reload…

•Makoto was stuttering like a madman, and could only choke out a “yes.” Anymore and he may have passed out

•”And that’s how I met your father, kids.” -Izuru, 20XX

•Komaru loves Izuru! She teases Makoto for his relationship a lot and is happy to have another older brother to annoy love!

•Izuru’s creators didn’t approve at first, but then decided it would be good to study how he would be in a relationship. They expected him to be the one who wears the pants in the relationship

•But no he became a malewife to piss them off

•Makoto tried to help out with cooking and such so everything doesn’t fall on Izuru, but Izuru completes 99% of the housework before Makoto can even pick up a broom

•But on occasion he lets Makoto clean and cook to watch how his luck affects it

•And steps in when things go haywire

•Makoto initiates most of the affection, and in turn gets head pats from Izuru

•Whenever Komaru is being cheeky and annoying Izuru, he gets incredibly bored and annoyed that she won’t stop bugging him for useless crap. So he’s chanting in his head “I love my bf I love my bf I love my bf” like a mantra so he doesn’t smack her

•Toko, being Makoto’s classmate and friend, is cautious about him and has definitely threatened Izuru before. But he wasn’t bothered, and probably just flicked her on the forehead and knocked her out-

•Very cute 10/10

#danganronpa #sdr2 izuru #izuru kamukura #danganronpa makoto #danganronpa izuru #makoto naegi #thh Makoto #kamuegi #danganronpa headcanons #writing

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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you’re definitely flirting with me

—jason todd x villain!reader

second and final part to are you flirting with me. can be read as a stand-alone tho

navi | bat boys m.list | are you flirting with me

content — language, blood, mentions of harassment, mildly suggestive (use of the word ‘daddy’ but ironically)

notes — i know that its literally been years and that i formerly posted a part two to are you flirting with me, but looking back, i didn't like how it turned out. i did find a fun drabble in my drafts with villain!reader as well, so i decided to rewrite it and use it as a continuation. i actually deleted the old parts personally, i prefer this version of the end!

"I'm in."

"Hot. You should be able to see–"

"Nothing?"

Silence.

"Is this your way of telling me you're visually impaired?"

"I will scoop your eyes out in your sleep."

"Please use an ice cream scooper. My eyeballs would fit so well, it would be so satisfying–"

"Harper."

"Okay, okay. What do you mean nothing?"

"By nothing I mean nothing, ball sack. The warehouse is fucking empty."

Frantic rustling of papers and violent knocking of objects could be heard on Roy's end of the line. Jason sighed, going to pinch the bridge of his nose before realizing he had a helmet on.

The whole situation was throwing him off his rhythm — that much was evident. The intel they had collected on the gang of criminals seemed too obvious, too predictable. Jason had his suspicions, but Roy was quick to shut him down. 'Dude, trust me,' he said. Famous last words.

A crackle of static sounded in his earpiece. Roy's voice urgent and choppy before completely dying out. Jason could only attempt to call out to his partner in the hopes of a full response, but his efforts brought no avail. That's another thing that went wrong today.

"Hey, sexy."

What in the fuck.

"Your ass looks great from this angle. The party you're looking for is in a bar on the other side of the city, by the way."

You couldn't actually see him, but he doesn't need to know that. It's just your thing to mess with him, and by the sounds of him cussing you out for hacking into his means of communication, it was working. It was amusing. He kept you entertained.

That was all you had to say to him for now though, so you bid him goodbye. The roaring of his motorcycle over his colorful language directed at you was the last thing you heard before you cut off and allowed his partner to get back on the line.

"Jaybird? You there?"

"Ah, you're back. I'm never trusting you with getting intel again."

"Whatever. Anyway, was that...?"

"Yeah. Y/v/n."

"Hm. I don't know what she's on, but you have no ass like–"

"And yet I have more ass than you, so shut the fuck up, paddle board."

“That... That was a bit harsh, bro.”

Soft gushes of wind blew against your masked face. You shut your eyes, feeling the breeze and relishing in your little moment of peace. Lazily pacing, you hummed a random tune.

Your mischief and cunningness is something your alias was known for. Most often, it's a convenient trait to be able to slip around with ease and get the job done in a snap, but sometimes you get bored. It can be such a drag when nobody tries a confrontation with you. That's why you're so fond of the Red Hood. It's a shame that it's been a while since you've seen him around, so imagine your delight when you feel a familiar presence behind you.

You took a seat at the edge of the building. To anyone, you would've looked like you were having your main character moment, peacefully looking over the city if not for the small pile of bodies rotting away not too far from you. The dried blood on your attire and your fingers no longer irked you in the slightest. It's something you've gotten used to, which lead to your habit of picking the blood under your nails. Red gets annoyed when you do this — all the more reason to entertain your habit in front of him.

You let your legs dangle over the edge without a care. You didn't bother to greet the vigilante, who currently had a gun aimed at your back. Sigh.

“Oh, I do hate the sight of blood.”

“Well then, maybe — just maybe — you shouldn’t kill for a living.”

That got you to turn your head to face him. You cock an eyebrow — doesn’t he kill for a living too? Sure, his victims are usually criminals and thugs while yours are people you’re paid to target, usually business owners and the occasional politician, but you digress. Details. The point is, he kills people too.

A few seconds of staring and prolonging the tension passed, and Jason weighed his options before eventually putting down his gun. He then opted to join you on the ledge.

“So,” he started, “what’s your favorite color?”

Funny.

“Sweetheart, if you thought you’d be able to keep me entertained with small talk... I think I’d rather you shot me.”

You stood up from your spot on the ledge and leaned over the rooftop to examine your altitude. You grin to yourself.

“What are you doing?”

You don’t answer. You want to see something. Instead you turn your body to face Jason and mockingly salute him before leaping off the building, though not before you heard him call out your alias’ name and yell a panicked ‘Wait!’

Immediately after you, Jason followed. You chuckled when you saw him get closer. You enjoyed fooling him around almost as much as you enjoyed fooling around with him.

With no time to waste, he pulled out his grappling hook, yanked your body by the waist, and zipped to the rooftop of the nearest building — one different from the last one you were on.

Jason‘s heaving chest radiated distress.

“You’re fucking insane! You could have died!”

You stood in front of him, arms crossed and your stance relaxed. Nobody would’ve suspected that you literally jumped off a building just a few seconds ago. Aw, you pout, he cares about me.

“Would’ve made your job easier. You know, you heroes are supposed to get rid of the bad guys.”There’s humor in your eyes. Jason knows you’re enjoying this. He hates how much you enjoy this. “So, why’d you save me?”

“Why’d you help me with my mission last time?”

He’s deflecting. Cute.

“Hey, I asked you a question first.” You know he won’t budge til you give him an answer. He’s probably been asking himself that question since it happened. You mentally pout, aww he thinks of me. Sigh. Okay, fine.

“The gang you were after just so happened to have given me a job a little while ago.” You recall some of the gang members attempting to grope you. Some unpleasant memories you’d rather live without. “Pissed me off. Now your turn.”

Why’d you save me?

A pause. He shifted to look to the side. Oh, this is interesting.

“You could have died.” Ah, this again.

“Well, you’ve died,” you remind him. “Not that it really stuck.”

He says your name — your real name. You wonder when he discovered your identity, but then again, you’re not all that surprised. It’s him after all.

He can see your growing smile the longer he refuses to answer your question. He knows you’re already thinking of something, and still opts to ignore your question, allowing you to further indulge in your thoughts. He dreads you enlightening him; he knows it’s coming. Jason could not fathom how one woman could frustrate him so much.

“You like me.” There it is, he thinks. There’s your stupid smirk and your dumb air of arrogance.

“Come on, just admit it, hot shot. You can’t live without me.” Okay, maybe that one’s a bit of a stretch (just a bit), but you stand by it nonetheless.

You grin wide as you approach him. Leaning slightly forward to grab Jason by the collar and pull him down to meet your eyes, you repeat yourself.

“You like me.” Stated with more emphasis, like a significant fact that you try to drill into your head when studying for an exam.

“I’ll shoot you.”

“Please, daddy.”

tags — @iwriteaboutstuff @comicsgirlimagines @httpfandxms

#bat family #batfam #imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #bat boys #red hood imagine #the red hood #red hood #red hood x reader #roy harper #arsenal #reader insert #dc comics

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autumnsart22 · 3 years

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A Dream Come True: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader part 2/2

Part 2 of the fanfic my friend wrote!

Warning: SMUT 🔥

Dabi strode off down the hall and you started to work on putting the rest of the groceries away, and cleaning some dishes in the sink. Shigaraki stood up from the table and walked into the kitchen. He looked around before looking at you, raising the empty beer bottle. You opened the drawer that held the trash and recycling and he threw it in with a loud clunk. He stood there in the middle of the kitchen for a little while before you finally asked,

“Can I help you?”

“You’re standing in front of the fridge.” he states plainly. You roll your eyes and move out of the way as he grabs another beer. He makes his way back to the table and sits down.

You both pass the time in silence as he sips on his beer and you finish cleaning the kitchen. At some point Dabi comes out of the bathroom still drying his hair with a towel wearing nothing but your brother's old pair of black joggers that look slightly too big but the strings in the front were tied tight preventing them from falling any lower. Dear god what have you done to deserve this? He switched with Shigaraki who took his turn in the bathroom while you scoured the apartment for extra blankets and pillows and threw them on the couch. When Shigaraki was done in the shower he came out in a long sleeve white shirt and your ex-boyfriend's old pair of grey sweatpants. He joined Dabi who had heated up one of the soba cups from the store.

“Okay I’m gonna go shower, you can just...yea” you spoke out loud trailing off as neither of them paid you any attention, and you left to go to the bathroom. You peeled off your work clothes, just some black jeans and a black blouse, throwing them into the same pile of clothes as Dabi and Shigaraki’s. You took your time washing your hair and and shaving your legs feeling like you deserved to pamper yourself a little given your night. You weren’t that tired given that you basically turned nocturnal since working at the bar. When you felt fresh and clean you dried off and wrapped yourself up in a towel to head to your room. Once you changed into some sweats and a tank top you made your way back out to the living room to find Dabi, now wearing a black t-shirt, and Shigaraki on the couch both nursing another beer while talking in hushed tones which again halted the moment they saw you. They both looked at you.

“What?” You said confused on why they were both staring at you.

“I have more questions,” Shigaraki stated, finally averting his gaze away from you, although it seemed reluctant.

“Okay...shoot” you said walking into the kitchen for a glass of water then plopping onto the middle section of the couch in between them. If there was one piece of furniture you splurged on it was this couch. It was a huge ‘U’ shape and could fit up to 10 people if they squished side by side. Shigaraki and Dabi were both sprawled on the two sides of the couch with you sitting in the bottom of the U.

“What sort of art or shit do people create about us?”

You almost choke on your water. That was not the sort of question you were expecting.

“Why?” you said suspiciously.

“You mentioned it earlier and I’m curious,” Shigaraki said, making large hand gestures swinging his beer bottle around. He must be getting kinda tipsy.

“Fine but if I’m answering these questions. I’m gonna need a stronger drink”

“All out here princess” Shigaraki says, taking the last gulp of his beer and waving it towards you.

“Same here.” Dabi says holding his beer bottle up, as though expecting you to take it. You stand up and grab both bottles and chuck them into the recycling, then grabbing a bottle of rum from the back of your cabinet. You make your way back to the couch and take a large swig shuddering as it goes down. Shigaraki motions for the bottle and you hand it over passing it to Dabi afterwards.

“Okay so back to my question”

“Well people write and draw all kinds of shit. Everything from just realistic art or funny art to overtly sexual” Shigaraki raises an eyebrow at this.

“What you don’t believe me?” You ask laughing slightly cause if only they knew.

“People think of crusty in that way?” Dabi laughs.

“Hey like you’re any better staples. Y/N who do people like more?” Shigaraki shoots.

“That’s gotta be Dabi. He’s pretty well known as being attractive”

“Fuck you” Shigaraki pouts and Dabi smirks to himself.

“Hey it’s not my fault, and trust me there’s still a ton of shit about you. And some of both of you” You said this last part quickly while taking another large swallow of rum. You couldn’t help yourself.

“What do you mean the both of us?” Dabi and Shigaraki looked at you hesitantly.

“Well people like to put you two together. It’s called shipping, or they just pair you together as like a duo in fanfiction”

Both of their reactions looked like they were about to gag and murder the other at just the thought of what people had had them do to eachother.

“Okay that’s the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my life” Dabi says reaching for the bottle which you hand over willingly.

“Moving on from that,” Shigaraki says, shaking his head as though to physically erase his mind. “So Y/N you’re obviously a fan. Who are your favorites?”

“I don’t know. I have a lot of people I like and don’t like. It depends.” At this point your brain was becoming warm and fuzzy but you didn’t want to let anything slip out that could be potentially embarrassing or would make the two men turn against you.

“Bullshit. Spill”

“I told you it depends”

“On what?” he said this with a sneer.

“I don’t know” You said exasperatedly. “my mood, who’s been most present in the media. It just depends on what I’m looking for.”

“What you’re looking for?” Dabi repeated confusedly.

“Next question” You state simply.

The two villains raise their eyebrows at you, curious at your evasion of the question, but your lips stay shut.

“Fine we’ll come back to that one Princess.” Shigaraki complies.“What do we look like in the show? I mean do we look different in real life?”

“Shouldn’t we be trying to figure out how to get you guys back?” you ask.

“Not much we can do about it. I’m sure the rest of the league and Kurogiri are tracking down those thugs right now, so answer my question”

“I don’t know. I guess you look kinda different, but I can still recognize you. I can show you if you want?” Shigaraki looks at you with affirmation. You get up to get your computer which you hook up to the tv screen in front of the couch. Dabi and Shigaraki turn so they can see the television, both laying down on their backs. You open your laptop (sorry I am basing it off my computer) and type in your password.

“Is that Shoto?” Dabi says disgustedly. There was in fact a fanart picture of Todoroki amongst the collage that was your background screen.

“Oh yeah. He would be in the it depends list” you say timidly quickly opening up the browser to cover up the background.

“Why the fuck did he look like some 20 year old model?”

“I told you, it’s fanart. People draw characters the way they see them or want to see them. Shoto is also really popular amongst fans if not the most I would say”

Dabi makes a noise of revulsion. You turn back to start typing in Shigaraki’s name into the browser and instantly images pop up as well as the fandom wiki and regular wiki articles. You click on images and start to scroll through.

“This is weird” Shigaraki says slightly in awe but disturbed at seeing this world's visions of his life. “Here give me that” he says gesturing towards your computer. You hand it over reluctantly.

“Seriously?!” he says grabbing the laptop.

“What?” you say hesitantly. Did you forget to close out of something?

He lifts the computer for Dabi to also see the two stickers on the sides of your trackpad.

“The anger explosion boy and pro eraserhead?” Dabi said, judgement was obvious in his tone.

“What?” you said defensively.

“Nothing I just thought you’d be a villain girl and all”

WTF, you think. What was that supposed to mean?

“Why do you think that? And who says I’m not?”

Dabi raised an eyebrow in interest but didn't answer your taunts, instead turning back to the screen. Shigaraki has been scrolling through and tapping on pictures of himself making little noises and reactions.

“This is fucking weird” He states again, the screen was stopped on a very sultry piece of fanart of Shigaraki.

“Take that down you freak. No one needs to see your crusty dusty body like that. Hand it over.” Dabi tells Shigaraki.

Shigaraki passes the computer over and Dabi searches his own name seeing all the pictures of him, although significantly more fanart pops up for him. He scrolls for a little bit but becomes weirded out or downright just bored at the photos of him. He then goes back to the wikipedia page and starts to read. While the two men continue to look at the screen and read information about their show, you stand up and head to the kitchen feeling peckish. You wander through the kitchen opening and closing all the cabinets waiting for something to catch your eye. You open the fridge and close it moving onto the freezer. Your eyes scan the contents when you spot the pint of chocolate fudge ice cream. You take it out and grab a spoon making your way back to the couch. When you get to the couch both Shigaraki and Dabi are staring at you again with intensity and amusement.

“What?” you say, plopping back into your spot, struggling to tear open the plastic and resorting to using your teeth. With both of them still staring at you as though waiting for something, you look at the screen and see that your messages are open. You take a second to read the new text from your friend.

‘Dude have you read this Shiggy Dabs fanfic? It made me 🤤🥵’

‘This ones similar to the last one you sent me, so be prepared⛓️😂’

Your heart sank as you saw the familiar logo of Ao3 underneath those texts.

“What were you saying about being a villain girl?” Dabi said, smirking.

“I––” You had no idea what to say.

“Aww is the Princess embarrassed” Shigaraki says teasingly.

You try to get up to leave but a hand roughly pulls you back down and you hide behind your hands refusing to look at the two villains. This was so embarrassing. What were you going to do? Now they knew that you liked them. That you were like the other people in this world that they had been disgusted by all night. They weren’t likely to just let this go. If only you could get to your room and lock the door maybe they would just leave.

“Come on don’t be shy. Are we on your depends list?”

They take your silence and continued evasion as an affirmation.

“Hmm…” You hear Dabi hum lowly. “What exactly are we dependent on? What are you looking for when you search for us?” Dabi asks, already knowing the answer.

“Come on tell us” Shigaraki coos. You shake your head. You could feel both of the boys drawing closer to you like school bullies cornering you in the bathroom, but you didn’t dare look up at them, too embarrassed. That’s when you heard typing. Your head whips up to see Dabi replying to your friend.

‘What exactly do you mean by similar?’

By the time you read what he wrote they were already responding.

‘You know 😂 the usual non-con threesome with you and dabs and shigs. Kidnapping, ropes, degradation, similar to all the other fanfics 😋 tho in this one you cum four times and each a dif way😳 ’

If your stomach dropped even more. It would have touched the ground.

“So not only are you a villain’s girl but you’re a kinky little slut too?” Dabi says chuckling. He was practically next to you staring at your frozen figure as you looked at the screen.

“I should have known when you walked out here with these cute little things poking out” He reached over and pinched your nipple tugging on the metal barbell through it. You squealed instinctually pulling away but he caught the top of your tank top effectively pulling it down revealing your breasts, each decorated with a metal piercing.

You motion to cover them, but your hands are once again forced behind your back, however this time Shigaraki had the pleasure of restraining you.

“Let go of me!” you yelped at the humiliating assault.

“I thought you liked this?” Dabi said in mock sympathy. “Just how many times have you gotten off to us?”

You were squirming trying to remove yourself from Shigaraki’s grip.

“Answer the question” Dabi said, pinching your nipple again. You yelped in pain but you could feel the slick starting to build between your legs.

“A lot okay. Now let go!”

Dabi and Shigaraki complied surprisingly. You regained your breath and pulled your tank top back up. The next few minutes passed in silence as Shigaraki took another swig of rum and Dabi continued to scroll through the different My Hero wikipedia pages. You got up still in shock taking your forgotten ice cream back to the freezer. You had lost your appetite.

What were you supposed to do now? You were still slightly scared of them after what just happened but you couldn’t ignore the arousal that had been sparked deep within you. You had dreamt of this many times. This wasn’t much different than the different fanfiction you had read, and honestly this would be on the tamer end, but that was just fiction. But were you really going to pass up this chance? How could you? Yet why’d they stop? You were surprised and honestly kinda disappointed they had now that you were standing in the kitchen. And with that you had made up your mind. You are not going to pass up this chance you could never forgive yourself.

You made your way back over to the couch but didn’t sit down. You stood in front of them silent staring at your feet, trying to figure out what you wanted to say.

“What?” Dabi said as though nothing had happened.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked timidly.

“Hmm? Because you said so.” Dabi said as though this was an obvious answer to a stupid question.

You looked at him surprised.

“Don’t believe me?” He said with a small chuckle.

When you didn’t seem to get any less anxious he continued with a sigh.

“Look Princess, I may be a bastard and sadistic villain but I don’t go wishing pain on everyone, especially ones with cute tits. Of course if they’re into that then I’m down” He said this so casually it seemed almost wrong, all while he continued to watch your computer screen. You assumed it was in part due to the alcohol, but still.

“you’re blocking the screen,” Shigaraki said annoyed.

“Was that all princess?” Dabi said mockingly

“Well….”

“What?” Shigaraki spat.

“Hurry up,” Dabi said flatly.

“What if I wanted to continue?” You said finally looking up at them. They both looked at you intently, then gave each other a look and were smiling when their eyes fell back to you.

“Our little Princess wants to live out her dirty villainous fantasies...huh?”

You nod. Wait did they just say our?

“Come on tell us what you’ve dreamt about?” Dabi says beckoning you over to him with one finger.

Once you’re in front of him, he pulls you down onto his lap so you're facing him. You look at him hesitantly biting your lip.

“You’re the expert of these little situations, Princess” he says holding his hands up for you to guide them. You take his hands slowly, unsure of your actions and guide them back to your breasts. He gives you a smirk and gives you a good squeeze, causing a small moan to escape your throat. You instinctually grind down into his lap feeling his member start to harden beneath you. You lean your head back as Dabi pulls your tank top over your head. You look over at Shigaraki who’s staring at you starting to palm himself through the sweats.

“Him too princess?” Dabi asks you, giving your nipples a pinch causing you to moan all the while still staring at Shigaraki “Mmmhmmm”

This was enough for Shigaraki to slide down the couch to where the two of you were.

“Tell him where you want him, otherwise he won’t know what to do, I can’t imagine he’s done this before” Dabi encourages.

“Oh shut up” Shigaraki hisses, but he focuses back on you when you grab his hand and bring it to your neck. He insticutally keeps one finger raised, but you push that finger down with the rest deep into the side of your neck limiting the oxygen flowing to your brain, enough to give you that high. Flooded with pleasure you grind down again into Dabi feeling your underwear starting to become uncomfortably wet.

Looking into Shigaraki’s crimson eyes, you could feel them boring into you just as hungry as you felt. He leans in close, lips barely ghosting over your own. You could feel both of your breaths mixing in the millimeters between you two when Dabi gives a harsh tug to both your nipples causing you to gasp. Shigaraki seized this opportunity to violently smash your lips together. Your hand reaches into his hair, gripping for support as the initial ferver and clash of teeth dies down into long passionate tangling of tongues as you explore each other's mouth. His rough lips scratching into your’s was a sensation you’ve imagined many times but none of it lived up to reality. He nipped lightly on your bottom lip making you lean into him more.

Dabi’s hands continued their exploration of your torso, moving down your sides to your hips and around to your ass. He squeezed and kneaded them with his strong fingers. Shigaraki squeezed your neck again sending another rush of euphoria to your head making you moan into his mouth before he pulled away to attack your neck and take over teasing your breasts. You look back at Dabi with hunger in your eyes.

“What now princess? What do you want?” He says with a devilish grin.

You grind down into his cock again which is now hard as ever.

“Uh-uh. Use your words.” he says giving your ass a squeeze.

Shigaraki rolls your nipples in between his harsh fingers sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout your body, causing you to roll your head again and let out a short moan. When you look back at Dabi, you speak in a low breathy tone, almost a whisper.

“Abuse me”

With those few words, Dabi smirks and slips his hands underneath the waistband of your sweats. “As you wish”

Shigaraki continues his attack to your neck sucking and biting, leaving red and darkened patches curving down your shoulder and back. Dabi continued his groping, and you could feel the rough staples scratching at your flesh and his nails digging in harsher than before. His hands slide down the curve of your ass tugging your soiled underwear to the side.

“Hmmm you’re so wet.” Dabi said, ghosting his fingers over your dripping entrance.

“You little whore. Getting so wet for a couple of villains” You shiver at the sensitive touch and degrading words. Gripping to Shigaraki’s shirt and grinding down trying to gain friction, you notice Shigaraki palming himself again. You replace his hand with your own, wrapping your fingers around his clothed cock, squeezing lightly. Shigaraki groaned deeply in your ear, sending vibrations straight to your core while Dabi’s fingers dip slightly into your needy hole but only enough to tease more juices and whimpers out of you. You try to push down onto them only for him to retreat.

“Please...stop teasing” you whine.

“So needy Princess huh? You want my fingers in that little cunt of yours?”

“Yes. Dabi. Please” you didn't care at this point how pathetic you sounded. The pressure in your core was building and you needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Go on...make yourself cum on my fingers. Show me how much you want it,” Dabi said sneering at how desperate you looked. He finally allowed two fingers to sink into you as you lowered your hips again. You were always amazed at how much deeper fingers other than your own could reach, and Dabi’s in particular could reach places you could never dream of finding on your own.

The effect was immediate. You started to roll your hips, bouncing slightly on Dabi’s fingers. You’re grip on Shigarak’s member stalls as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. Shigaraki, displeased by this fact, guides you inside his sweats, pumping himself with your hand. You could feel the precum leaking from his slit as your fingers smear it up and down his shaft. Shigaraki continued his abuse of your flesh, moving down biting and sucking till his teeth latched onto your sensitive nipple. You whine as Dabi’s other hand had found your clit. He twirled it between his fingers letting his nail drag over it. This added stimulation drove you closer sending shivers up your spine.

“Mm close” you whimper as your movements on Dabi’s fingers become sloppy.

“Come on princess. Make yourself cum, make a pretty little mess all over my fingers”

Dabi presses into your clit and you grind down hard again. Dabi wickedly curls his fingers pressing into that soft spot inside you releasing the knot of pressure that had been building in your core.Your legs shake and you clamp down hard onto his fingers which are still moving in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm.

You weakly fall forward onto Dabi’s chest as Shigaraki releases your hand from his dick. You can feel Dabi’s fingers pull out of you and when you open your eyes you see him playing with your sticky release coating his fingers. You watch as Dabi brings his fingers to his mouth, smearing some on his lip and licking it before taking them into his mouth, sucking and cleaning yourself off of him.

“Princess you’re delicious” He says smiling down at you making you blush at the crude compliment.

“My turn to taste'' Shigaraki said, pulling you off Dabi’s lap. He positioned you on your back, your head resting on Dabi’s thigh. As Shigaraki did away with your sweats and underwear, you pulled Dabi’s mismatched lips to yours. The feeling was heavenly. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth. You tugged needily at Dabi’s shirt and he pulled it off only breaking the kiss for a brief moment.

You savored the wet and slow pace opposite to Shigaraki’s fast and rough, both pleasure in their own ways. You’re breath hitched and you moaned deeply when you felt Shigaraki’s wet tongue lick the length of your core, swiping up the sticky left overs from your previous release.

You look down at Shigaraki. He had positioned himself between your thighs, knees slumped over his shoulders. He was staring up at you licking his lips before attaching himself to your clit sucking at it harshly. You could feel that ball of pressure tighten again in your stomach and you let your head fall back to Dabi’s thigh, eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of the hot wet mouth working at your sex. You’re hand threaded its way into Shigaraki’s silky blue hair, tugging lightly, only making him suck harder.

You felt Dabi’s hand on your cheek and you opened your eyes looking up into his sapphire eyes before he turned your head. You were met with Dabi’s unclothed cock. Your eyes followed the Jacobs ladder of staples up his shaft to the head where you could see a bead of precum sitting at the slit. You smile thinking how in the hell fanfic got this detail right.

“What’re you smiling at? Impressed?”

“Hmm...No piercing, huh? Guess they got that part wrong”

“You people are sick” he says chuckling before directing his dick into your mouth.

You take it gladly bobbing your head down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks before sliding back up, letting your tongue catch on each of the staples. Dabi let out a low groan, putting his hand in your hair to keep it away from your face.

You continue to work your mouth on Dabi’s cock while Shigaraki continues to swipe his tongue through your sensitive folds. You moan around Dabi’s length when Shigaraki slips a finger inside, causing you to buck your hips, pushing his tongue deeper into you.

The vibrations from your tight throat had Dabi pushing your head down taking his entire length. You gagged around his cock, choking for air but that only drove you further into your pleasure. Shigaraki added another finger and started pistoning into you violently while sucking at your clit once again. You moaned, tugging at Shigaraki’s hair, signaling you were close. You could tell Dabi was close too as he took control and started face fucking you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

Shigaraki added a third finger stretching you wider and driving you over the edge for the second time as you gasped around Dabi’s cock, legs squeezing around Shigaraki. Your orgasm drove Dabi to the edge as he thrust into you again and kept your head down as your throat tightened around his length. Thick ropes of cum shot from the tip and slid down the back of your throat. You took it all swallowing until you couldn’t breathe anymore pushing Dabi away. You’re head lolled on Dabi’s lap as you recovered from your high.

Dabi was leaning back breathing deeply with his eyes closed. Your brain was still foggy but it wasn’t long until you felt something back against your sex. Looking down you see Shigaraki lining himself up with your entrance, coating his cock in your juices. Your eyes widen at seeing his length out in the open. It was not as decorated as Dabi’s but it held the same presence, being about an inch longer although not as thick as Dabi’s. Shigaraki looks up at you when he lines himself up, the tip merely resting against you, and sees your nervous expression.

“Huh didn’t think I was getting you this wet for nothing. I ain’t wasting a drop of this pussy”

He stared into your eyes as he steadily pushed into you. The stretch was almost unbearable. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to make it through the burning stretch.

“Shit you’re tight. Feels like my dick is in a vice... fuuuuuck… relax” Shigaraki hissed.

You could barely register his voice let alone his request. You could barely breath focusing only on the pain as Shigaraki continued to push against your walls.

“Hey patchwork stop sleeping and get her to breathe”

Dabi shifts underneath you and you feel his hands run down your sides outlining your torso. Even though he didn’t have his quirk, his hands were hot and soothing as they rubbed against your skin.

“Come on Princess.” You open your eyes slightly to see Dabi looking down at you patronizingly.

“You’ve been doing so well,” He said brushing your jaw with the back of his hand. “And you wanna feel good right?”

You nod meekly.

Dabi leans down so his lips are hovering centimeters over yours. The smell of alcohol on his breath tantalizing and his minty scent making your head spin.

“Breathe Princess. Just focus on me” He whispers before putting his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss doing exactly what Dabi says, exhaling through your nose and focusing on the way his cold staples scratch against your skin while his soft tongue dances with your own.

When you break the kiss for air it’s only because Shigaraki has managed to bury himself to the hilt. You can feel him pressing against your cervix deep inside you. You look at him again and find him head tilted back, eyes closed, taking in the feeling of you pulsing around him. Even though you know it’s not out of consideration but pure self indulgence, you're glad that he hasn’t started moving yet as you adjust to his length. Eventually it seems the lust of needing to rearrange your insides trumped being his own personal cockwarmer. His eyes fell on you again as you pulled out till only the tip was inside before bottoming out once again. Each time slowly pulling out only to thrust back in at full force.

You were still adjusting to his length, but soon the burning sensation of being stretched and pounded turned into addicting pleasure. You resumed your kiss with Dabi whose hands had found their way to your breast as Shigaraki increased his pace. Soon you were being knocked senseless by Shigaraki’s ruthless pace. He always has been fast on screen, so why did you think he’d be any different here. Moans and gasps escaped your mouth as the tip of Shigaraki’s cock hit your cervix. Once again the pressure began to build in your core. You began to whimper as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuckkk I’m close. It’s like you're pulling me deeper. So fucking good” Shigaraki panted out falling to his hands on either side of your hips for support. You whimper again and claw at the couch cushions as you could feel yourself just on the brink when Dabi’s hand slides down your stomach and begins rubbing at your clit. You cry out and clamp down hard on Shigaraki legs shaking and eyes rolling back as Dabi’s ministrations send you through your third orgasm of the night.

You feel Shigaraki thrust once more hard and then hot thick jets of white paint your walls. You shudder at the feeling of being pumped full, your sex still milking him of everylast drop. Shigaraki finally pulls out of you and lays back on the couch catching his breath savoring the last waves of his high falling down.

You too were recuperating and limp, unable to move. Your mind was hazy from the alcohol and the relentless stimulation. You were so tired that you didn’t even care about cleaning up but rather drifting off to sleep right there. However you were jostled from these thoughts as Dabi had rolled you off his lap and onto your stomach. You could hardly keep up with his movements as he stood and walked around you. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of hands lifting your hips that you looked back to see Dabi fisting is dick that looked painfully hard. You couldn’t fathom another round right now but you were still so weak from your last high that you didn’t have time to prepare before Dabi thrusted into your already abused hole.

He sighed once he was buried inside you. He leaned down so his chest was hovering above your back the heat making your skin prickle. He leaned down till his breath could be felt on the back of your neck.

“Mhmm… ’m so close already and you’re gonna let me pump you full, aren’t you princess”

You couldn’t respond because your overly sensitive body was already reacting to Dabi's hard cock pressing into you, stretching you wider around his girth. Even though your mind was fading in and out, you involuntarily pressed your hips back to make him go deeper, seeking out the friction your body needed to overdose on.

Dabi was the exact opposite of Shigaraki. He took his time, thrusting in and out, making sure you felt every staple and ridge of his cock dragging against your walls savoring the way they pulled him in. Overstimulation caused tears to form in the corners of your eyes only soft whimpers escaping your mouth. Dabi continued slow and deliberate, letting out low breathy grunts with every thrust. On the edge once more, never fully recovering from before, you were longing to be undone one last time.

“Please Dabi” you mewl.

Dabi snickered in your ear before snaking his hand under you and pressing his fingers to your clit which was all the stimulation you needed to moan out and squeeze around Dabi who came at the feeling of your gummy walls constricting around his pulsing length. You felt his seed fill you up and mix with Shigaraki’s inside you. Dabi dropped down next to you, rolling you onto your side so you were effectively spooning with his cock still inside you. You could hear movement apart from you and Dabi, and in opening your eyes you saw Shigaraki standing pulling up the sweats that were bunched at his thighs. He noticed you staring at him.

“Tch. I don’t cuddle Princess and I gotta piss” His tone was crude but laced with content from having a good fuck. “Don’t let a single drop out Dabi” Shigaraki stated before walking down the hall.

Dabi didn’t respond but seemed to have no intent on moving as you felt his member begin to soften inside you. You couldn’t be more concerned about the implications behind Shigaraki’s comment or the fact that you still had a dick inside you. You were just tired and groggy from the night's events and thankful that you were finally able to be comfortable and close your eyes. You didn’t think Dabi was really a cuddle after sex with a stranger kinda guy but you weren’t complaining. He was warm and made you feel safe despite knowing he would most likely kill you in any other context. You let your eyes close again, head falling onto Dabi’s arm, giving into the waves of exhaustion coming over you.

When Shigaraki came back from the bathroom he found you and Dabi still in the exact same position he left you in. Dabi opened his eyes when he heard Shigaraki come back into the room.

“Is she out?” Shigaraki asked.

“Think so,” Dabi said, finally pulling out of you and tugging the joggers back up to his hips. He slides out from behind you, but you don’t even realize, body only curling inwards at the loss of heat. Dabi stands and looks down at you with Shigaraki. You look so worn out and peaceful. Your body exposed for them, hickeys and bruises forming where Shigaraki ravaged your neck. Your ass is still red from the pounding, and welts forming where Dabi’s strong fingers dug into you. However the best part was probably the shine of slick spread on the inside of your thighs as a stream white cum dribbled from your used hole.

Shigaraki notices this and sits down by your feet.

“What’re you doing?”

“I told you I don’t want any of it out. Got a problem with that?”

“Nope.” Dabi said rolling his eyes and walking away. “I’ve learned to not try and figure out your sick mind”

Shigaraki looked back down at you.

“Good. I have plans for her.” Dabi rolled his eyes again and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Shigaraki ran a hand up your thigh and you flexed at his touch, still unconscious. Shigaraki ran his fingers down the length of your core smearing the juices there before scooping up the stream of cum still leaking out of you and pushing it back inside you. His two fingers easily slipped into your stretched whole, but that didn’t stop a small whine from slipping from your throat. Shigaraki moved his fingers lazily in and out of you pushing the cum deeper. His eyes shot to your face when your hips bucked instinctively against him, your face was scrunched and staggered breaths and sniffs escaping your slightly parted lips, but you were still out, lost in whatever continued fantasy your fatigued brain was conjuring.

Shigaraki pushed into you a few more times selfishly pressing into the soft spot inside you that had you clamp down onto his fingers one last time. You gasped and curled further into a ball. When Shigaraki pulled his fingers out you hummed, face still scrunched, but he got up and left to the kitchen to wash off his hands.

When Dabi came back he met Shigaraki in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water and leaning against the counter.

“What do we do now?” Dabi asked casually.

“Well I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m fucking exhausted”

“Do you really think the rest of the league will be able to figure this out?”

“Kurogiri is smart enough, even if the rest of the league is useless with this sort of thing. However I am curious what this sick twisted universe has to offer us”

“Whatever you say” Dabi says walking back to the couch, and lifting you bridal style. You lean into his warmth as he carries you to your bedroom plopping you down on your bed and closing the door.

When you open your eyes the next morning, you feel your head throbbing against your skull. The bright light streaming in through your window was enough to make you want to stab the sun till it was nothing more than an ember. You closed your eyes again trying to remember the dream you were having but as you searched your brain, pieces of your dream seemed to turn into memories. You shot your eyes open and sat up. It was just a dream right? Realizing you were naked and that your skin felt sticky and dirty was enough to make your head pound harder than before. Wasn’t the fact you were hungover proof enough that last night events had taken place? No, there was still a chance you had just gotten drunk and imagined it all, but you had to be sure. You sprang out of bed and pulled on some loose shorts and a shirt, impatiently throwing open the door and speeding down the hall to where the proof you needed would be.

The living room was lit by the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. The golden rays illuminated messy blankets and pillows strewn across the couch, an empty rum bottle, a pair of your sweats and tank top buried on the floor, but no one was there. You felt nauseous trying to piece everything together along with the aftermath of the alcohol. You rush to the sink in the kitchen and puke up the contents of your stomach. You grip the counter and close your eyes until you felt more confident in your body's ability to keep everything inside. You slowly open your eyes and look around, mind going back to what happened last night. However you get sidetracked by a bright blue sticky note sticking up from your countertop. Walking over to it you read.

“Kurogiri is a smart man. We’ll be back Princess. PS I want the blood out of my pants.”

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Leo x Reader - Oneshot (TMNT 2014/2016)

"Don't forget to close your window (Y/N). One of these days you're gonna catch a serious cold." Your sister made a habit of scolding you about minor things like that. Since it was just the two of you, it made sense that she was a little over protective. So as she got ready to head to her graveyard shift, you just nod.

It's not that you intentionally forgot to close the windows, you just got so lost in the lights that glimmered at night. Sometimes you'd just sit at your desk and stare out at the night sky. It was soothing, and beautiful.

Such a magnificent city, so under appreciated and tarnished by the crime all around it. It was sad for you, reading the headlines. What did bring you comfort was the so-called vigilantes. No one knew who they were, or where they came from. But slowly, they were taking the city back. One thug at a time.

"So cool." Being a teenager didn't allow for much excitement. At least not in your life. The biggest issue in your life right now was probably getting through your finals. But you wondered what it would be like being out there, saving the world. Doing something worthwhile, something that mattered.

"I wish I was that amazing." You head rest on the windowsill, just gazing at the stars.

"I'm sure you're an amazing person." The voice made you shoot up. And from your position on the window, you could only make out a shadow above your head.

"I'm sorry, that was a bit creepy. I don't mean to intrude. You seemed a bit down. " You blinked at the male voice.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry. I really didn't think anyone would be out here so late."

There was an apartment above you, so maybe he was doing the same thing you were. "I should apologize. I'll just leave you to your thoughts."

"W-Wait!" It was a little weird, but you didn't mind. He didn't sound like a bad guy, and he did compliment you. "Y-You don't have to go. I was just rambling to myself. I usually just come out here to think. It's a bit therapeutic. "

"I guess...I do the same thing. It helps, doesn't it? Makes you forget just how much is going on." You smile. He sounded sort of mature.

"Yeah, it does. It's a bit cheesy but I love the stars. They are what I look forward to honestly. I feel like we take it for granted. Everyday we wake up and just expect the sun to be there because that's how it's always been. We rush through the day and when night comes, we repeat the cycle. So much beauty and we can't even work up a simple thanks. " When you'd finish your little rant you flushed. "Oh gosh I'm rambling again you probably don't even want to hear all this." You were probably boring this stranger.

"No it's alright. I agree with you. So many things aren't promised, we need to appreciate that. Just recently an incident opened my eyes to just how fleeting life is. I almost lost my family...my brothers. "

You shot up at that."A-Are they okay! W-What happened!" he just let out a small chuckle at your concern.

"They're fine. We survived because well we had each other. That's what life is really about. Family, and of course pizza." you laugh at his joke, resting your head back on your arm. "Well I'm glad it all worked out for you. I can't imagine what I would do if something happened to my sister. "

"She's lucky to have such a wonderful sibling." you blush.

T-Thank you."

"Well, I don't want to keep you awake any longer, and I myself need to get to bed."

"Oh yeah of course. It was nice meeting you uh...umm?"

"Leonardo. But everyone calls me Leo."

"Leonardo, woah."

"I'm (Y/N), It's really nice meeting you Leo."

"Likewise (Y/N)." even the way he said your name made you blush. "I guess we'll talk again?" you said hopefully.

"You can count on it."

~~~~~~

Nights like that continued, you'd be just sitting, enjoying the cool air, and Leo would just appear, striking up a conversation. As the days passed he told you more about himself, and his brothers. Just from the way he spoke it wasn't hard to tell that he loved them. It was clear as day. What you didn't understand is why you never saw him.

You were positive he lived in the apartments above, but no one ever introduced themselves to you. And it felt weird just going up and knocking on random doors to find your mystery man. Maybe he was just shy.

You could understand that. Somehow you felt like no matter what you'd still like him, even if he wasn't the most gorgeous guy in the world. Just from the way he spoke, it pulled you in. He sounded caring, and strong. Passionate too. He never really told you about where he went to school, or if he even did. You really wanted to ask more personal questions, but you didn't want to seem nosy and chase him away with your eagerness.

You'd only been talking for a month now. It's not like you were dating, so he wasn't obligated to tell you anything. You kind of hoped he'd do that on his own.

So you were once again at your ledge. "Leo?"

"Right here. You know I finally saw that movie you were talking about. The croods. Even my brothers were skeptical but it was hilarious. We couldn't stop laughing."

"I know it's a masterpiece I swear." you started giggling, and Leo laughed.

"Really (Y/N), Thank you for recommending it. Raph and I..lately we've been having a hard time. That movie I guess it showed us what it means to have a family. We won't always see things from the same point of view, but at the end of the day, he has my back, and I have his. That's what matters. "

"Well I'm glad I could help. " You sat there for a while in silence, just enjoying the view, and the company of each other.

"Hey (Y/N), can I ask you something?"

"Of course! Ask away."

"If I were...different, what would you think?"

Different?

"Well I guess that depends on your definition of different Leo. Honestly I'd like to think I'm not so shallow to care about something as superficial as looks. " You knew why he was asking. He was probably afraid you would judge him based on how he looked.

"It's not as simple as that." you brows knitted. "Come on, if you're scared don't be. I think as long as you aren't some alien being from another planet we'll be fine. " you laugh in hopes that he'd feel a bit more comforted, but you got nothing but silence in return.

"Leo?" You shifted in your seat, and you're tempted to peek your head over a little so you can catch just a glimpse of him. You don't have to. There's a loud thud, and standing above you on the fire escape is a sight that leaves you breathless. Your eyes are wide, and you can't do much but gape at the six foot green hulk of a man standing in front of you.

"He...has a shell.." So maybe not a man.

"Do you still think that?" That voice, there's no mistaking it, this is definitely Leo. In the flesh, or scales you suppose. His eyes, they're the bluest you've ever seen, and he's wearing a bandana that just makes it more striking. The look he sends you is one that illuminates indifference, A shield. He's probably experienced this reaction often. It's hard not to react this way. What you're seeing right now, it shouldn't be possible. After a long pause of nothing but your staggered breathing, his head lowers.

"I guess you aren't as open minded as you thought." His words are said with so much pain, and you can't even work out a proper word before he's flipping up and away. You just sit there, stiff. You felt frozen in that moment. What lingers is that look in his eyes. He seemed heart broken, and you want to slap yourself for not even calling out to him and apologizing.

"Leo..."

This is probably the last time you'll ever see him.

~~~

"Quit moping around it's annoying. " Leo opens his eyes in response to Raph's statement.

"I'm not moping." He was meditating. It usually helped when he needed to clear his head.

"Ya been acting weird since last night. Did that chick finally see ya or something." His hands tightened in his lap, and Raph doesn't miss the action. "Just...leave me alone Raph." Leo sounded defeated, something Raph thought he'd never see. "There's no shame in admitting ya hurt. You're the leader, not a bulletproof vest." Raph takes a seat next to him, biting down on the toothpick. "Ya know, last time you gave me that crappy speech about true acceptance coming from within. Where did that muck go?" Raph sends him a cocky smile, and Leo can't help but return a small smile. "I guess I'm no good at taking my own advice."

"Not one bit." Leo just sighs, unfolding his legs. It's useless to try and meditate. He can't concentrate when your encounter is running through his head. "If she's half as great as you make her seem, she won't give a crap if you're a mutant or not. Shit like that, it shouldn't matter. If she can't see that then you're just wasting your time. I'm sure there's a whole lot of other girls into your hold uptight know it all attitude."

"You suck at giving compliments Raph."

"Thanks." Both brothers smile, and Raph gives Leo a heavy pat on the shoulder. "Save ya tears for when I kick your ass in training." Raph stands, and Leo shoots after, drawing his swords.

"In your dreams. "

~~~

For the next couple days, you'd wait by your window. It was so weird coming here and not hearing from him. You got so used to the conversation, the company. You wanted to cry, because no matter how many times you called to him, he never answered, all because of you. No wonder he was so scared to show himself. He probably got judged by so many people. How were you better? Even after saying you didn't care. You felt like a hypocrite.

"Leo..I'm sorry." He probably wasn't even there, but you didn't care, you just want to see him again. "I guess I'm no better than some of the kids at my school. They're so focused on what's acceptable that they miss greatness. The way I talk to you is so different. I feel like you get me and you aren't even human, yet the way you think is far more human than the scumbags in this world. You're so considerate and humble and I just want you to know that I'm really sorry. I-I don't care what you are, I just want to talk to you again." you sobbed, hoping that he'd at least come back at some point to see that you were looking for him. With the way you acted, it didn't seem like a possibility.

"Do you mean that, you really don't care.." your eyes lit up. You could hear him climbing down the wall, and when his feet landed on the fire escape this time, you didn't freeze.

"Leo..." He looked down at you a bit guilty when he saw your tears.

"(Y/N).." you could tell he was about to apologize, but you quickly wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeves, smiling up at him as you pushed up the window higher. You took a step back, and Leo got the message. He hesitated for a second, unsure if he should really step in. He didn't want you to faint like April did the first time she saw him. Yet, this was your second meeting, and you looked more curious than afraid this time. So he ducked his head, cautiously inching through the window. When he finally raised his body, you were still watching him.

Now that you had a better look you could make out how muscular he was. He also had two swords strapped to his back. He caught where your eyes drifted and lifted his hand immediately.

"D-Don't worry I only use these against criminals."

"Criminals?"

Wait he couldn't be..could he?

"Are you..the vigilante?" he scratched his head. By the way he was looking around you could tell he hadn't meant to disclose that information. "I'm one of them." So this whole time, no wonder he was always at the top of your apartment. The buildings were a perfect way to get around, especially at night.

"That night when I heard you talking I just..I don't know why but you sounded so defeated. I thought a few words would help lighten your night. After that talk we had though, I couldn't stop thinking about you so I kept coming back." you heart skipped. So it was the same for him.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you would ask to meet and I was terrified (Y/N). I didn't want our talks to end, but I felt like I was betraying your trust by not telling you the truth about me. I'm sorry that I made you cry, I never wanted to hurt you."

He had nothing to apologize for, you were the one that stared like he was some freak.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one in the wrong. I was just so shocked. I thought aliens were a myth. " He smiled at you.

"I'm not an alien." you stammered.

"O-Oh! S-sorrry I guess I just assumed and I-"

"It's okay. If I were in your shoes I'd think the same. Aliens are real though. "

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

"Woah." you took a step back, dropping on your bed with a wistful look. Guess there was more out there than you initially thought. Leo stepped a bit closer, you could tell he wanted to sit next to you, but he seemed to be debating with himself if it was the right move. You patted the space next to you with the widest smile. He just let out a soft laugh, sitting at the edge of the bed with you. It dipped a little at his added weight, and it made you slide down into his arm. You caught yourself, looking up to tell him sorry.

His hand was right where you'd grip to steady yourself, and your gazes locked. Up close, his eyes were bluer than before. Or maybe that was just your brain playing tricks on you. Your heart was hammering now, and you were absolutely horrified that he could hear it. You didn't want to move, or look away. Leo appeared to be caught in a similar trance.

"Would you mind if I..kissed you Leo.." He blinked in surprise. Surely this was a dream. It had to be. Or some sick joke. That's what he thought. But when he saw the little light shining behind your orbs, he couldn't seem to convince himself it wasn't real. You were so much closer than before, and you were still holding unto his arm. He could feel the heat from your palm. Was that your pulse racing, or his. He couldn't differentiate. He realized then that he hadn't answered your question. You were just watching him expectantly. "I...I..what.." now he forgot how to form proper words.

You leaned in closer, and he gulped. "I want to kiss you...so bad.." you breathed. You were getting closer, and he couldn't trust himself to speak again, so he just moved with you, closing the distance. When your lips touched you were stunned at how soft his were. You inhaled, leaning into his body as you kept a hold on his arm.

Leo was completely lost and taken by the sensation. It was no secret that he'd never kissed before. His palm moved to your cheek, and he responded, pulling you closer. He hoped, wished that this very moment would never end. He craved the sensations that rushed over his body as you parted to get a breath, only to dive back in for another taste. It was mind blowing. When he felt your tongue prodding his lips slightly, he opened them slightly, and your wet appendage dove in. the minute your tongues touched he pulled back. His eyes were wide and you retracted with red cheeks.

"S-Sorry! I-I don't know where that came from I just I-I.."

"I-It's fine. I'm..I've never kissed like that it just surprised me a little." you placed both of your hands in your lap, flustered. That was the first time you'd ever try to french a guy. Turtle. Leo was watching the way you fidgeted. He didn't intend for you to feel bad. It actually felt really good. So good he didn't know what to do so he panicked.

"Can we try again?" He whispered. Your eyes lifted, and you nodded a bit shyly.

This time Leo was the one who initiated the kiss. He liked the way it felt so he didn't waste time with chaste pecks. He opened his mouth and you moaned when his tongue invaded your mouth. This time you positioned yourself closer, and Leo reached down, lifting your hips and placing you right into his lap. Your hands came up, going around his neck as you continued to exchange wet desperate kisses. You supposed another thing you were wrong about was your self control. You used to look at the kids in your class and contemplate how shamelessly hormonal they were. Kissing at the lockers, making out under the bleachers. Now, you sort of understood. Leo was the exception. He was indeed different, but that's what made him great.

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sproutsgcrden · 3 years

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sentinel of naruhata | chapter three

koichi's very bad, no good day

warnings: descriptions of violence, manga spoilers for my hero academia: vigilantes

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“So… you’re Haimawari Koichi, age 19, freshman at Hitonami College… I’ll just call you Koichi, then. Unless you like the sound of Nice Guy better.”

Izuku laughed at Haimawari’s sputtering reaction, clutching his stomach as he leaned back against the cool floor of Koichi’s little one-room apartment. After the incident with the return of those thugs, Izuku and Knuckleduster followed Koichi back to his home. Knuckleduster was determined to recruit the both of them, and Izuku just… didn’t have anywhere else to be. He was sure that Eraserhead was already done with patrol by the time their skirmish ended.

Luckily, Koichi didn’t seem to mind too much when Izuku mentioned dying his hair. He felt the black suited him nicely, even if it was still a little damp. He didn’t need Tomura or Kurogiri making a surprise appearance and immediately picking out his green curls from the crowd.

“Don’t go through my stuff, crazy old man!” Koichi reached over to grab his student I.D. and his wallet from Knuckleduster’s grasp.

The veteran vigilante ignored him as he turned to face Izuku. “And what should we call you, kid?”

“Izuku.” The young boy had stopped laughing, but he was still laying on the floor.

“What, no last name? Running away from home?”

“What’s it to you?”

Koichi leaned over him, glancing down with concerned eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to live off of the streets… No wonder you bought a weird amount of junk at the store.”

Izuku grimaced, sitting up and pushing the older kid out of his space. “I’m fine. Can we change subjects?”

Knuckleduster nodded, sending a small smirk Izuku’s way. “Okay. Why are you looking for Eraserhead?”

Koichi blinked, ignoring Izuku’s frustrated groan. “Who’s Eraserhead?”

“He’s an underground hero. He can erase quirks, barring any mutations, and he practically fights quirkless. He’s a badass.” Izuku was talking animatedly, moving his hands around wildly.

“Oh. Wait. Is he your dad?”

“Why would he be my father?!”

“You have the exact same quirk don’t you?”

Izuku slumped, flitting his gaze towards the floor. “It’s similar. I want him to train me how to be a hero. Plus I need his help with something, not that I’m gonna tell you losers what that is.”

Koichi let out an offended grunt while Knuckleduster heartily chuckled.

“Anyways. The two of you will be calling me Master.” Knuckleduster moved from the table to the small mini fridge in the corner of the room, opening it up to find it full of beer.

“Didn’t we tell you that we weren’t going to be your apprentices?” Koichi glared as the man opened a can of beer and began to chug it. “And would you get out already? This is my house!”

The old man ignored Koichi’s protests in favor of grabbing another can of beer. “The drug is called Trigger. It’s a quirk-booster; it also weakens the user’s ability to reason. Basically, this drug turns regular folk into instant villains.”

Izuku glared at the table, clenching his hands into tight fists. He knew all too well what Trigger was capable of. He shuddered as he dared to think what could happen if his father forced Tomura to take the drug. Japan would be completely decimated.

“So, why not just let the heroes do something about it? Or call the police.” Koichi let his head drop to the table, bored and frustrated at the fact that Knuckleduster was refusing to leave him alone.

Knuckleduster barked out a short laugh. “Ain’t gonna happen, kid. These pop-up villains on trigger can emerge from any crowd, at any time. Cops and heroes are always forced to play catch-up.”

“Oh. So they blend in with everyone else?”

“Exactly. And that’s where we come in!” Shocking the two boys into backing up, Knuckleduster hopped to his feet, hand clenched into a fist.

Izuku shook out of the state first, glaring at the older man. “Did you just say ‘we’?”

“That’s right, kid! The three of us are gonna go out, stop suspicious looking characters, and check their tongues!”

“Okay, even if we wanted to go with you, why are you allowing a nine-year old to accompany you? That seems pretty crazy to me.”

“Oh please. He’s more advanced in quirk usage and hand to hand than you, just based on last night. Plus, if he’s hiding from his parents, he’s got nothing else to do. He’s already a deviant in the law’s eyes.”

Izuku could do nothing but reluctantly nod his head at that.

“Trigger turns the user’s tongue black, so we’re gonna give those losers a beat down and make them spill the details on their dealer. That’s the only way to put an end to this whole drug trade.”

Koichi sweat dropped, shaking his head. “So you just want us to go around punching people?”

“Exactly!”

“I thought you were just joking! What the hell, man!” Koichi screamed as he hung off of Knuckleduster’s left arm. Izuku laughed maniacally as he hung off of the vigilante’s neck. He was punching people with his right hand and checking their tongues.

Koichi could admit he was a great multitasker. But holy shit, this man was insane.

The three of them were causing quite the commotion; people were screaming and running away from a man carrying a college student and a little kid who was also throttling everyone he was in range of. It wouldn’t be too long before a hero showed up to stop whatever was happening.

In a desperate attempt to stop Knuckleduster’s shenanigans, Koichi called out to the group closest to them. “Please! Give us a peek at your tongues! Stick ‘em out a little and this will all be over!” The guy closest to them stuck out his, thankfully, normal looking tongue. Koichi tried not to be too offended when the man also flipped him off.

It was hard to hear over Izuku’s laughter, which only increased in volume after getting the finger, but Koichi’s ear perked up at the sound of boots hitting the metal above them. With a glance upwards, the hoodie-clad vigilante felt his eyes soften in relief. “Pop Step!”

“What the hell are you losers doing?” The pink haired idol-in-the-making jumped down to the ground as soon as Kunckleduster threw both Koichi and Izuku on a nearby bench. They landed harshly, Izuku’s laughter tapering off within an instant. Koichi immediately shook it off, and stalked over to a nearby vending machine, selecting a coffee for himself and a juice for Izuku.

“Why don’t you ask the old man? He was the one chasing after innocent bystanders like a lunatic.” Koichi mosied back over to the bench, tossing Izuku the juice as he plopped down beside him.

“I’m nine, not a toddler. What if I wanted a coffee?”

“If they cooperated, I wouldn’t have to look like a lunatic now would I?”

Koichi ignored the both of them as he opened his coffee, taking a well-deserved sip after lowering his mask. He leaned his head back in a rare moment of reprieve, trying to block out the weirdness he somehow chose to surround himself with. He only blinked back into the present when Pop Step aggressively leaned on his arm.

“So you’re looking for junkies and dealers, huh?” Her thoughtful expression drooped into a grimace as she looked away from Knuckleduster. “Thanks for showing up last night, pops. Provided me with a distraction so I could slip away from that idiot.”

“Whatever.”

“Shouldn’t you be thanking me?!”

Pop Step shrugged, stepping back and throwing her hands on her hips. “Why’s the runt still following you around?”

Izuku, who was absentmindedly sipping on the juice that Koichi had gotten him, slowly looked up at Pop Step with narrowed eyes. “I’m not following them. I’ve just got nowhere else to be at the moment and it’s entertaining to see these two create chaos.”

“Right… and that Eraserdude you were looking for?”

“I won’t even be able to start searching for him until night falls. I’m just passing the time.”

Pop blinked a few times before turning back to Koichi. “So, Nice Guy!”

“You can just call me Koichi.”

“Koichi? Is that your real name?” Pop Step hopped in place, her large grin very apparent. “Why are you going along with this, Koichi?

The college student paused, the can of coffee held up to his lips as if he was ready to take another sip. He slowly moved it down, allowing it to rest against his thigh instead. “I just… if I don’t keep an eye on the guy, he’ll beat up every last person on the streets.”

“Nah. I start with the most suspicious ones… like youngsters who can’t stop messing around.”

Koichi ignored the statement, along with Izuku’s snort, as he continued. “And who knows what kind of trouble the kid’ll get up to without a responsible adult nearby!”

“Responsible? Says the dude who’s only item in his fridge is a case of beer!”

“You all are morons!” Pop stomped her foot against the ground. “Going at it so randomly is never going to work. Why don’t you use your heads!!”

Koichi looked up at the girl from his spot on the bench, eyes blank in confusion. “Our heads?”

Pop Step rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bench and pulling out her phone. “Whenever a villain shows up, someone’s bound to snap a pic!”

“That’s right!” Izuku shot up, bringing his phone out as well. “The hero forums are always swimming with pictures of recent attacks.”

“All you need to do is refine the search to ‘unknown’ or ‘sudden’ villains. That’ll mean less legwork for you clowns!”

Koichi blinked, “That’s clever.”

“The photo search or calling you clowns?”

Izuku’s cackle rang out, echoing in Koichi’s ears as he glared at the girl sitting next to him. The three of them nearly missed it when Knuckleduster shot up from his seat in pursuit of a new target.

“Hey! Stick your tongue!”

“Oh, not this again!!” Koichi ran out in front of Knuckleduster, coming to the newcomer’s defense. “C’mon man, this guy is clearly just your average salaryman! He’s not even bothering anyone!”

In his rush to save the seemingly innocent man from getting punched in the face, Koichi barely came to a stop before nearly running into the newcomer. In shock, the man dropped his briefcase, crying out when hero themed action figures came tumbling out.

“See! I told you the guy was fishy! What kind of adult carries around dolls in a briefcase!”

Izuku and Pop Step had just caught up, exchanging concerned and bewildered looks. The young boy pulled his mask over his face and bent down to help the man pick up the toys.

“I- I’m sorry! I work at a toy company, these are just prototypes.”

“See! Nothing suspicious about that! He’s just a hardworking guy!” Koichi’s voice rang out as he tried to push Knuckleduster back.

The elder vigilante wasn’t having it, however, and pushed forward to grab onto the man’s lapel. “That’s what I’m trying to prove! So cooperate, or else.” His free hand cocked back, gloved fingers positioned into a tight fist.

Before Knuckleduster’s fist could land a hit on the poor businessman, a white cloth wrapped itself around his arm, effectively preventing his attack. Knuckleduster grunted as his arm was pulled back, and his eyes narrowed at the figure behind him. Izuku gasped, eyes widened as he took in the hero before them.

“Violent acts in full view of the public… you’re hardly a model citizen.” A gruff voice, harsh from sleep deprivation, sounded out from behind the group. Pop Step and Koichi backed up behind Izuku and Knuckleduster, shocked looks on their faces. “You must be one of those instant villains of late.”

Knuckleduster guffawed, “Hey kid! Looks like it’s your lucky day, huh?”

The newcomer’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, locking on to the young boy who seemed to be hyperventilating out of excitement.

Izuku’s green eyes sparkled in delight, holding his hands up in hopes of proving he wasn’t a threat. “You’re the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead! You lead the underground in both villain captures and civilian rescues, but you never stay long enough to actually gain any credit! Your fighting style is incredible! I always wondered if your capture weapon worked in tandem with your quirk- your hair floats when you use it, yeah? Does it negate small amounts of gravity near you? That would explain why your scarf seems to deny the laws of physics!” His voice carried on, causing those around him to stop and stare.

“Did you know the kid was so…”

“I’ve never heard him speak more than necessary. This is definitely new.”

Eraserhead was the first to snap out of the trance, tightening his grip on his capture weapon as he lowered himself into a battle stance. “I’m not sure how you got such vital information- I work very hard to make sure there isn’t much coverage on my exploits.”

Izuku nodded, standing in place. “There are only two clips I was able to find- but I’ve been looking for you for some time now! We’re not here to cause trouble, promise!”

“Either way, I’m off duty today. Just being a good samaritan.”

Knuckleduster grinned, turning to face the hero fully. “So we got that in common.”

Koichi backed away further, hands high in the air. “No way does he think we’re villains, right?”

“Hey, hey! Don’t lump me in with these guys!” Pop Step jumped, using her quirk to land a few yards backwards.

There was a tense moment of silence before disaster struck. Izuku, sensing trouble out of the corner of his eye, cursed as Knuckleduster rushed towards Eraserhead. The hero, now fully prepared for battle, dropped the sack he was holding. Cat food and jelly pouches flew out of the bag, bursting open against the hard pavement. Knuckleduster chose to go high, fist ready and aimed for Eraserhead’s face.

Izuku sighed, ignoring the shouts from Koichi and Pop Step as he jumped into the fray.

Yeah… this is the most idiotic thing he’s ever done.

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