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cakemousse · 10 months

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a malevolent affair

Chat Noir had fallen. But so did Ladybug and Monarch.

Rating: M, Words: 3000, Chapters: 1/1

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anywho, @rosekasa drew this dinner date between akumabug and chat noir a while ago and i had ideas 🤩

thank you @h-sunnywet-d @fortuna-et-cataclysmos @literaphobe and @ladyofthenoodle for betaing!!

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written for day 12 of @ladynoirjuly

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Everything’s quiet.

Too quiet.

The faint ringing in his ears gets louder and louder until it’s too disruptive to remain at peace any longer.

Chat Noir blinks, trying to clear his vision of the fog that has been rendering him motionless.

He sees the silhouette of his hands, but they refuse to move as he pleases. Feeling the string digs into the cuffs of his suit as he wiggles, he’s made aware that he’s sitting by a circular dining table with empty plates before him, and that the metal string coiled around his wrists is attached to a yo-yo.

A black one, decorated with red polka dots.

What…?

Chat Noir lifts his head to see the person responsible for his current state, and he realises that the room’s too dull, far too monotonous. It’s as if the shadows have consumed her vibrant and colourful essence. She, the shining symbol of hope for all, is stained in all the wrong colours.

Seated right across him, with elbows on the table as her head rests on her palms, she grins. The glinting of her eyes and the eagerness on her face are a stark contrast to everything in the room.

Especially when she’s smiling at him like that.

That playful smile. One that he always witnesses as they banter and tease each other. One that, as soon as she flashes it at him, he knows that it’s her. He recognises it, but there’s a degree of eeriness to it that leaves him uneasy.

“Lady… bug?”

“Hey Kitty.” She waves at him, but the way she wiggles her fingers at him suggests something playful. Flirty, even.

“Ladybug, what’s going on?”

“Aww, not even gonna call me your Lady? Booo.” She pouts and brings her hand back to where it was a few seconds ago. But she’s still looking at him with those brightly coloured heaven eyes.

Chat Noir struggles, “You’re not my Lady!”

“Nonsense, Chaton.”

He gasps. That tone of voice. He’s drawn to that inflexion anywhere.

Akumabug raises her arms as if to present herself to an audience, but there’s only him. “I’m right here.”

Chat Noir wrestles against the metal string around his wrists, knowing that he’s too late, but he needs to do something! Anything!

“I would advise against that, Chaton. Don’t want those strings to cut any deeper, do you?” she coos.

“Then release me!”

This is wrong. So wrong. Everything has gone horribly wrong.

Why can’t he remember anything?

Akumabug stands to reach out for his hands, but Chat Noir snatches them away as soon as he feels the heat of her touch. He tries to stand as well but finds himself tied to the chair by more ropes.

He whips his head towards her, attempting to counter whatever she’s planning, but all he sees is her stunned in place—face painted with utter disbelief as she stares at the palm of the hand she had touched him with.

Chat Noir feels a drop in his stomach. His spine tingles and he sits up straight on his chair.

He messed up.

Akumabug looks up at him, face unreadable. She suddenly appears right beside him at breakneck speed, and he winces when she grabs his face, nails digging hard into his head. She drags him as she stands to her full height, straining his neck and pulling him towards her, as far as his body allows her to. Chat Noir breathes in quick successions at how fast it all happens; how close he is to her face.

Her eyes dart between his own as if searching for something he doesn’t know he holds.

Then, she releases him. He falls backwards onto his chair, rocking with it. He feels his chest heaving and his blood pumping in his ears, but he’s keeping his eyes on her. That's the least he can do. Akumabug walks backwards, away from him, her expressionless features morphing into delighted ones as she nears the table again, “What you need is food!”

She snaps her fingers and a ball of spaghetti falls onto the plate right before him, sauce splattering everywhere on the grey cloth.

“Bon appétit !” She bends over and puts her elbows on the table again, head propped up on the back of her hands. Akumabug watches him and smiles, like a lover who can’t take her eyes off of him.

“Uh…”

“Oh, silly me,” she laughs and goes behind him to push the chair closer to the table. Chat Noir struggles again but quickly stops as a sharp, cooling sensation presses against his neck.

Her face suddenly appears right next to his and he feels the pressure against his neck increasing. “What part of ‘stop doing that’ do you not understand, Chat Noir?”

Flinching at the sting on his neck, he blinks and eyes her hard stare. Something must be very wrong with him because he still finds her beautiful even when she’s holding a sharp blade to his neck. Chat Noir chooses to stay silent.

She searches his eyes further before removing the metal—a dagger with traces of his blood—from his neck and settling it down on the table. Akumabug moves to his plate and starts mixing up the spaghetti with utensils that appeared out of thin air. Once she rolls a mouthful of spaghetti onto the spoon, she holds it out to him, “Here.”

Chat Noir leans as far back as he possibly can, to not open the wound she has just given him any further, while still being cautious enough to not trigger another terrifying event like the ones before.

“It’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re worried about?” She asks with a smile and brings the food closer to him.

Chat Noir looks away from her.

Akumabug sighs. “Don’t you trust me, Chaton? It’s delicious too! I know my way around the kitchen.”

“Hard to believe when all I see is you creating food out of thin air.” His eyes widen at his own remark.

Why did he say that?! This isn’t his Lady!

She huffs. “How mean. I made this just for you and you won’t even try it.” She directs the spoon to her own mouth and chomps on the utensil. Chat Noir flinches at the sound of the impact.

“Mhmm!” She hums while chewing on the mouthful, eyes closed and swaying her body side to side, “My creations don’t disappoint!”

Akumabug licks her lips clean and swallows; Chat Noir gulps at the sight.

“Come on,” she holds out another spoonful again, “I know you want some. You’re starving.”

As if on cue, his stomach starts growling. Chat Noir sets his jaw and closes his eyes.

And it’s quiet again.

He knows that she’ll probably threaten him more, and he’ll deal with what she throws at him when the time comes. But for now, he‘ll cut off any contact he has with her and focus on centring his Cataclysm at the tip of his claws. Any wrong move could spell disaster on his part.

The sound of her yo-yo opening reverberates around him, and then it’s deafening stillness again. It’s his signal to act.

He whispers, “Cata—”

“Please eat.”

He still doesn’t want to open his mouth, but he does anyway. Chat Noir opens his eyes and parts his trembling lips.

Akumabug pushes the spoon into his mouth gently, surprising him. He regards her as his lips slowly wrap around the spoon, and she pulls it out. A burst of flavours colours his mouth when he chews, but everything outside is bland and stale. Except for the tears trickling down one of her cheeks. Huh?

He swallows, “Ladybug?”

“Still won’t call me your Lady, huh?” She sniffs as she rolls another ball of spaghetti onto the spoon and brings it to his mouth.

He pushes the spoon away with his cheek and peers at her, “Buguinette, what’s wrong?”

Eyes wide, she stares at him with a slightly open mouth.

“Buguinette?”

“You haven’t called me that in a while…”

“I—”

She grabs his cheeks to open his mouth, pushes the spoon into his mouth again, and releases her hand as soon as he bites.

He quickly gulps and tries to get her attention again, but she shoves another spoonful into his mouth as soon as he opens his mouth.

A smile returns to her face; her body posture exudes contentment. The way she smiles is so familiar, he almost forgets that she’s currently not his Lady. God, this isn’t his Lady!! Chat Noir racks his mind for what he can do. How he can get rid of the Akuma. But he has no idea where to even find the Akuma.

“What a kitten,” she suddenly giggles, “you’ve made a mess of yourself. Let me clean that for you.”

Chat Noir expects her to create a serviette out of thin air, but instead, she leans into his space, and he jerks backwards as soon as he feels something wet touch the skin next to his lips.

He stares at her, feeling his eyeballs about to pop out of their sockets and his face hot. He can’t believe she just did that.

She raises a brow, moving towards him again.

“Wait!”

She grins at his reaction. “What a rare sight. Is mon Chaton shy? It’s just a lick, we do this all the time.”

“What?!”

She grabs the back of his neck to stop him from moving.

“Please, don’t,” he begs as she moves in.

The glee is still on her face. “Oh well, since you asked so nicely,” she pulls back and summons a serviette from her hand. “I can at the very least wipe it off of you, hmm, Chaton?”

Chat Noir inhales and slowly nods. Akumabug beams as she once again gets into his space, this time climbing effortlessly onto his lap. Her index finger reaches for the bottom of his chin and tilts his head upwards as though evaluating him. The other hand dabs on the excess tomato sauce on his skin, and the tightness in his chest makes its presence known again.

“There, all clean!” She boops his nose. “It would’ve been so much more fun if I could lick those off though.”

Chat Noir whimpers.

“I’m just teasing!” she pats his head. “Wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable now, would we?” She smiles.

Her smile is really starting to get unsettling. “Er… right…”

She removes her hand and goes back to sit right across him, in the same manner as he first saw her.

“Why are you grinning like that?” He decides that her smile is sinister now.

“Hmm? Because you’re amusing.”

Chat Noir raises an eyebrow. “I’m not doing anything but staring at you?”

“Oh? You sure that’s all you’re doing, Minou? Aren’t you trying to think of something to get me to give up my Akuma?” She says as she stalks over again to sit near him on the table, eyes never leaving him.

His eyes widen a little and she cackles. “Oh, what a cute little kitten.”

Akumabug once again reaches out to him and pats his head. “Don’t worry your pretty head over this, Chaton.”

He tries to say something, but she cuts him.

“I’m still Ladybug.”

“Monarch akumatised you! You even admitted that you have an Akuma!”

She tilts her head and considers him.

“You must’ve hurt your head pretty badly.”

“Huh??” That’s what she got from that?

She moves closer and ruffles his hair softly, until a sharp pain erupts from the back of his head. She must’ve caught him scrunching his nose because she immediately jerks her hand away. “Shit, it wasn’t enough.” Akumabug looks at the plate of cold spaghetti and starts mixing again. “You need food to gain more energy, Chat Noir.”

“Ladybug,” he rasps softly and she looks at him. “What’s going on, really?”

“You really don’t remember?”

He shakes his head lightly, but quickly stops as the pounding gets harder. “Argh…”

Chat Noir hears Akumabug snap her fingers again, he peeks and catches a glimpse of a first aid box on the table.

“It’s going to hurt for a while, Chat Noir,” she informs as she comes closer again. “Bear with me.”

“What are you…”

“I’m going to use some alcohol swabs to disinfect the area, then I’ll use my superpower to enhance the healing process.”

“You can… do that?”

“Creations of new cells. It won’t heal perfectly now, but the road to recovery will definitely be a lot quicker.”

Chat Noir looks at her, “Talk to me about what happened to distract me from the pain?”

The seriousness on her face dissipates, quickly replaced with a smile. God, she looks so beautiful. Even as Akumabug, her determination never wavers. That’s what made him fall in love in the first place.

She leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek, and cackles as his expression morphs into disbelief once again.

“Right, so you must know I was fighting Monarch, to end up in this state right? And because we’re a team, you’re always there with me.”

He hisses when she applies pressure on the spot. “Yeah?”

“Well, basically you got flung across the room and hit your head real hard.” She stops her movement. “Must’ve cracked some bones, I’ve never heard anything like it.”

She hovers her hands lightly over his wound and begins her magic. “So he went into this whole monologue, something something final battle with me, something something ‘I’m doing this for my family’. Whatever he said affected me so much that he thought he could make use of my emotions against me. Well, wrong move! I took him out and here we are.”

“But—”

“That’s really all you need to know, Chat Noir. Now just relax, I’m going to hasten the healing process.” The pain—on both his head and neck—increases for a while before dulling.

Once Akumabug removes her hands from him, she turns around and takes the plate of spaghetti again.

“Please Ladybug, I don��t think I can eat anymore.”

She looks between him and the plate and puts it down.

“Alright. Since you don’t want to eat, how about some dessert? Everyone has space for dessert! And you still need to heal.” She begins walking away to god knows where.

There’s really no way to reach out to Akumabug, huh? She doesn’t seem to understand what he meant when he said he can’t eat anymore. His appetite doesn’t exist anymore as long as she’s like that.

And this is really the time to use his Cataclysm if he ever wants a chance to escape. However, it’s a risk now that he can’t concentrate well. Not with the slight pounding in his head.

Besides, there’s something that’s been nagging at him ever since he regained consciousness.

And suddenly, he remembers.

He hears Akumabug’s footsteps getting closer and closer. She walks past him, a huge plate with a cloche in her hands. She drops the plate on the table and it lands so roughly that he’s surprised everything still looks as presentable as she had first held them.

Her fingers reach for the knob. “Do you want to know what his last moments were like?”

That.

A chill runs down his spine. The intensity of her gaze reveals that she’ll accept no other answer but yes.

Chat Noir gulps.

“Wha… What did you do?”

“Ah, I still relish in his screams and his blood on my face as each slash tore through his skin.” Her eyes brighten as she recounts. “Dangling the illusion of being able to get away from me right in front of him, as I slowly walked after him and he got further and further away. The desperation of his panting increasing as he kept going, but found no escape anywhere. My presence constantly overshadowed him, waiting to pounce. The sweet despair in his eyes when he finally realised that he had nowhere to run. The final sensation of the metal gliding across flesh, and the satisfaction of witnessing it rolling, until it comes to a stop at my feet.”

The pounding headache has come back in full force, and he tries to breathe deeply to calm his heart that’s slamming against his rib cage. But he can’t. He can’t do anything. His body has chosen ‘freeze’ as the optimal response to what’s happening around him.

Akumabug bites her lower lip, as though she’s really eager to show him something within the cloche as she slowly lifts it away from the plate.

“I hope you enjoy your dessert.”

His breathing quickens. She raises the cloche open but Chat Noir slams his eyes shut and screams, “No!”

When all he can hear is his loud panting, he slowly peeks open his eyes to glance at the plate.

A cake like any other.

“Sheesh, I’m not that crazy.” She proceeds to throw the cloche high in the air, and it hits something as she walks back to her seat.

Chat Noir looks up—to see Monarch hanging from the ceiling.

He whips his head back down to his lap. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening! Shit shit shit! What happened to push one of the kindest and most loving souls he knew to this length?

What was it!!

“…Adrien?”

Chat Noir tenses. He directs his attention to her, a pleasant smile now present on her face, but she isn’t looking at him. Rather, she’s looking at her palm.

“I asked,” she repeats nonchalantly, “how’s Adrien?”

He remains dumbstruck. What is even happening anymore?

“Is he fine? Is he coping well? How’s he feeling?” She looks up from her palms and at him.

“Wha— Why would I know how he's doing?”

“Because,” Akumabug approaches him and gently takes his left hand. Chat Noir allows her to stretch his palms open—holding them out as though she had just proposed and he had said yes—and pushes two rings he knows very well onto his ring finger.

“He’s you.”

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brainrotwriter · 3 months

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Book after book, Buddy watched countless prince's court Chase.

Again and again.

And Buddy just can't take it anymore.

The appearance of that...freckled brat just tipped him over the last point.

Long story short, here is a yandere Buddy fic because I might be delulu but at least I'm at peace <3 <3 <3

#cinderella boy #chase hollow #cinderella boy webtoon #buddy #deacon hollow #blood and violence #yandere

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taddymason · 4 months

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Secret Sant gift for @techtordoestuff

Skybound Jay Agst. Just Jay Agst.

#ninjago #jay ninjago #jay walker #ninjago jay #I'm making a fluff one shot to make up for all the angst I put Jay through these months #ninjago fanfic #ninjago skybound #blood and violence

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celticwolf55 · 3 days

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Chapter update!!!

Can't wait till next week? The next chapter is available on my patreon to tier 1 patrons and above! Happy reading!

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quinncupine · 5 months

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Obscured Chapter 16: Fallout

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Female Reader

Word count: ~5,000

Summary: Reconnected at the Gala, you and Izuku face a new disastrous situation. Izuku is forced to witness his past mistakes in vivid detail.

Previous Chapter: Fifteen

Next Chapter: Seventeen

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Bakugo didn't hesitate. Years of instinct and wisdom trained into muscles as he leaped off the stage, racing towards the wall. The minute the wire started glowing, he knew Izuku was in serious trouble. How that man had the worst luck in the world, well, he was still trying to figure that one out. The world, it seemed, never returned the kindness that Izuku dealt in spades.

Phantom shouted something and Bakugo spared a quick glance up to see Izuku trying to climb the thin wire but in his state, it was slow going.

Too slow.

That was another thing Bakugo added to the list to chew him out later. Izuku shouldn't have even been here in the first place. His injuries had barely closed, and you were right in the fact that he should still be in bed. Yet, the man might've been more stubborn than him. Refusing to give in once his mind was made up.

A sharp snap in the deafening silence resounded around the room. Bakugo didn't even have to look to know what had happened. He only ran faster.

He reached his target in seconds, grabbing one of the long banners that ran the length of the wall and yanked with all his might. The heavy fabric broke off the rings, holding it in place, and he backpedaled, dragging it along with him.

But Izuku was falling too fast.

Pumping his legs, he put all his strength into charging toward the middle of the room. The thick banner flapped behind him, weighing him down, and slowing his speed. Izuku was falling faster than he could run. Hell, even without the banner, he did the calculations. He wouldn't make it in time.

With a slew of curses, he followed Izuku's trajectory, willing the fates to just make something go right for one damn instance. That's when he noticed the air shimmering. Light bent into itself, warping the space just below Izuku. It happened almost too quickly, but even so, he recognized that quirk. For a fleeting moment, he thought that another psychotic villain had come to finish the job off herself. But the person who popped into existence surprised him even more.

It was you.

The minute you appeared, Izuku slammed into you and sent you both into a whirling freefall. You seemed shocked before you wrapped around Izuku, securing him in your grip, and squeezed your eyes shut. The air warped again, and the two of you disappeared, only to reappear a few feet to the left, though, for an instance, you were falling upward. Gravity took back control and sent you plummeting to the ground again.

But it was enough.

Enough time for Bakugo to course-correct and tug the banner taut. The fabric stretched and pulled at an angle. Two bodies crashed into the makeshift slide. Bakugo gritted his teeth and tightened his grip as the fabric threatened to slip from his fingers.

The two of you tumbled over each other, only slowing a little as you forcefully made your way down. Bakugo watched as you slid closer and seemed to realize what would happen at your speed.

"Shit!" He yelled, bracing for impact.

Three bodies collided, sending everyone sprawling to the ground. It took a minute for him to shake off the impact before Bakugo recovered, agilely rolling back to his feet. He rolled his shoulder as he stepped over to make sure you two were still alive.

Izuku seemed to recover a bit, biting back a harsh cough as he sat up, clutching his chest. He glanced around in confusion before his eyes found you, groaning on the ground.

"Y/N?" He seemed almost afraid to ask, eyes darting over your shaking form. "What are you- how are you here?"

When you lifted your head enough to look at him, he gasped and gently grabbed your cheeks. You felt the small line of warm blood leaking from your nose. It dripped off the corners of your lip and down to your chin. Wiping the smear away as best you could, you tried for a smile.

"You're hurt." He said, trying to identify any other injuries. Though your face mostly spoke to the ordeal you just went through. "What happened?"

"I'm fine. We can talk about it later." You rose to your knees and ambushed him in as tight a hug as you dared, careful of his wounds. He hesitantly squeezed back as if unsure whether he might hurt you by doing so.

"Was that - was that a quirk?" He whispered as if not quite believing it.

"When I saw you fall…I was terrified Izuku." You managed to say, though your throat seemed to constrict just thinking about it. "I had to do something. But if I didn't, then-"

"You would be a stain on the floor," Bakugo spoke up behind you, helpfully supplying that dreadful image.

Glancing over to Bakugo, who was surveying the area, his way of trying to give you two a bit of privacy for your little reunion.

"Maybe, but even still. I couldn't properly control it. If you hadn't been there, Bakugo-" You stopped, not wanting to finish that thought. "Thank you."

He grumbled something under his breath before rolling his shoulders. "I'm gonna check on that wanna-be-villain." Then he headed towards the stage. She must've been tied up somewhere out of sight.

"Y/N," Izuku brought your attention back to him. "If you had this quirk, then…" his sentence trailed off as you saw him mentally connect the dots.

"It's alright." You squeezed his arms. "Shinso was there. We already took care of her." Sliding your hand down to thread through his own, you steeled your gaze. "Now, it's my turn to take care of you."

A small smile broke through his battered face and let his head fall onto your shoulder, soaking up your warmth. It was a small action, one Izuku had done a million times before, but never since that day in the subway tunnels. Your heart swelled as you placed a hand on the back of his head, fingers carding through his tangled curls, long since free of the gel that had once held them fast. It finally felt like something had clicked back in place, and you savored every minute of it.

Izuku for his part, nearly collapsed in your hold. He had been running on fumes for the last few hours. He knew his body had yet to fully heal and with what energy he did have, that last fight nearly drained him. Not that he would admit it yet, but in your arms, he felt a sense of safety he'd long been searching for. Now that the villains were finally down, he could let his guard down.

"You know, this is why I never wanted to work with you," an annoyed voice spoke up. "You always seem to bring trouble wherever you go."

Izuku flinched as he looked up to the grumbling hero beside him. "Phantom." He was at least still in one piece. "Glad you made it down."

"And you're lucky your girl showed up to save your sorry ass." He eyed you critically for a moment. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you're usually quirkless."

"Uh," you blinked, not even sure who this man was. Definitely didn't seem like the friendly type.

"It's a long story," Izuku spoke for you, as you fumbled for the words.

"I bet it is." He shrugged, losing interest in you as he turned to the stage. "She went down so easily. I'm a little surprised she didn't put up more of a fight."

Izuku pushed himself to his feet, offering you a hand up as well. "I know. Bakugo has her restrained for now, but we need to make sure she stays that way."

"Um, what are you talking about?" You watched as Bakugo knelt on the stage by himself, seeming to examine the floor. "Where is she?"

Izuku looked back at you, confusion coloring his features until his eyes widened, and he whipped his head back to the stage. "You don't see her?"

"No, is she locked up somewhere?"

He grabbed his chin as the gears kicked into overdrive with his racing thoughts. "...sound…the microphone." Then he looked up, alarmed as he took off towards the stage. "Kacchan!"

Bakugo glanced up, surprised to see Izuku running at him in full panic. He didn't get time to try to figure it out as the podium beside him beeped twice before erupting so violently that he was flung clear across the stage and into one of the heavy red curtains The weighted cloth tore off the hooks and wrapped around him as he tumbled back into the wings.

Izuku wasn't spared from the explosion. The force propelled him backward, straight into a round table that splintered in two when he hit it.

Phantom managed to grab you, flinging you both to cover behind an overturned table. Debris sailed past your head in a violent storm of heat and noise.

It all happened in seconds, though in your foggy brain, it seemed an eternity before you were able to pull yourself back up. The building had gone eerily quiet aside from the crackling of a few wooden tables that had caught on fire, along with the remaining stage curtain slowly burning from the ground up. In center stage, there was a large hole where the podium used to be and no sign of Bakugo.

"Izuku!" You coughed out the smoke filling the air. "Izuku!"

Behind you, Phantom was already on his feet, shaking the dust from his vibrant white hair.

"Go check on Bakugo!" you yelled over the droning whine from the blast in your ears. You didn't wait for him to answer before focusing on locating Izuku.

Stumbling through the maze of debris and unconscious heroes (who you hoped weren't injured in the explosion), you managed to find his green curls poking out from a pile of broken wood. Dropping next to it, you scrapped your fingers through the wood, digging him out.

Once he was uncovered enough, you leaned over him, assessing the damage. A large smear of blood was running down his head, coating those unruly curls red. His eyes were closed, and he was too still for your liking. You turned his head enough to give access to his throat, where you checked his pulse. There was a terrifying moment where you thought you might not find one, but after a few seconds, that familiar thump beat against your fingers. It was slow and weak, but it was there.

A wave of relief washed over you, only to be replaced by a new fear. Lodged in his stomach was a large piece of glass from the podium. It must have hit him when it blew apart. The area was already saturated in blood. It wasn't enough that he already had a healing wound on his chest. Now, he had to add one to his lower abdomen.

"Hey, Izuku," you asked quietly, patting his cheeks. "Hey, are you with me? Open your eyes, please."

He didn't so much as stir. If anything, his skin had gone a shade more pale. If you didn't do something about the blood loss soon, it wasn't the only thing you'd lose.

Unbidden tears formed in your eyes. You furiously blinked them away. Tears were only a hindrance right now. You needed to be able to see clearly in order to help him.

"Come on," you tried and failed to keep your voice steady, moving the rest of the broken table off him to lay him flat. "Come on, Izuku, please don't scare me like this. I need you right now."

The mostly intact table next to you still had the tablecloth bunched on the top. You ripped it off and tore it into sections. It wasn't the most sterile of things to use, but at the moment, your priority was to slow the bleeding. Carefully, you slipped one under him and tied it tight against the wound. The large piece of glass was probably keeping most of the blood from flowing out, so you used your strips to tighten pressure on the wound while stabilizing the glass in place.

When it was done, it looked a bit strange, but that was the least of your worries. You grabbed his hands and squeezed your eyes, concentrating on using this new power to transport yourselves to the hospital. But after a minute of squeezing your eyes so hard you were seeing stars, you stopped. Whatever power you had, it was gone now. Those little vials only seemed to last a short while.

Vials.

Of course! You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the two that had remained intact during your fall. The rest were crushed on impact. They were luckily labeled, and you had to guess as to what they did. The first was a pale, watery liquid that read: HARDENING. The second, a dark inky liquid read: SLOW.

Hardening sounded identical to Kirishima's quirk. It was entirely possible that this was his quirk. He did have a run-in with Ikari a few weeks ago. They could have easily swiped some blood from him there or even at the hospital. The second one seemed obvious, but in either case, they wouldn't be very helpful to Izuku. Wait, maybe the second one could be helpful.

"Okay," you popped the cork and glanced down at Izuku, who was still unconscious. "Okay, okay. I can do this. You're gonna be fine, okay? I promise I'll protect you."

He said nothing, for which you were a little grateful. If he knew what you were about to do, he would've been angry and most likely would've tried to stop you. The fact that he couldn't was the reason you were doing this in the first place. He would die here if you didn't do something .

Holding your breath, you tipped the vial into your mouth and swallowed the liquid in one disgusting gulp. A shudder ran through your body as you hacked on the near-acidic feeling running down your throat. It never got any easier to do, but after a few moments of gasping, you managed to get a hold of yourself.

Nothing felt any different once you recovered. You sat up, blinking away the dark spots tingling in your vision. These powers didn't exactly come with a manual, so you weren't even sure how to activate it or what it could really do.

Izuku stirred, looking uncomfortable in his state of unconsciousness. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and he stifled a pained groan as he stared at the ceiling. Eventually, his eyes dropped down to your own, and he blinked a few times as if trying to see you clearly.

"I was starting to worry you'd never wake up." You grasped his hand and pressed your forehead to it.

"What…what happened?" He asked stiffly, glancing down at the giant piece of glass sticking out of his shirt. "…oh."

"We're gonna get you help, but the place is on lockdown. No one can get in or out until we lift it."

He nodded slowly. "I have the override code. There's a lockbox in the security office. You can use it to lift the lockdown." He paused, taking in a pained breath. "But we have another problem."

"Another problem?" Dread filled your gut.

"Ikari." He glanced at the stage.

You could see Phantom trying to pry the burning curtain off Bakugo in the corner and the giant hole in the center. Right. In all the chaos, you'd forgotten about her.

"If you go off by yourself, there's a big chance she could attack." He locked eyes with you. "I can't protect you if you leave."

"Izuku, I promised to protect you too. And if we don't get you help soon, you'll bleed out. I can't lose you. Don't you understand?"

He was quiet for a moment, absorbing your words. "I understand." He said quietly, a bloody smile forming on his lips. "I feel the same way."

You smiled back before you realized that his lips weren't bleeding. That blood was dripping from his mouth. If he was coughing up blood, he was worse off than you thought.

"I drank another quirk," you admitted before hovering your hands over him.

"You what?" This time, his smile disappeared only to be replaced by a look of alarm. "Why would -"

"Because it's the only thing I can think of to save you!" you cut him off. There was no time for arguing. You had to delay the bleeding for as long as possible. "I just…I'm not really sure how to use it."

"What is it?”

"It's called Slow. I assume it slows things down, but I don't know how to activate it." You tried with all your might to make it work, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Touch," Izuku murmured. "Some quirks can be activated by touch." He slid his shaky hand out to you again.

You looked at it and then at the giant wound growing darker on his shirt. "I don't think I can do precision control. It might slow your entire body. It- it might not even slow, just you down. What if…what if I mess this up? I could just make things worse. I-”

"It's okay. We'll be okay." He turned his head to cough out dark red phlegm, his whole body shaking with exertion before he managed to turn back to you. "I trust you."

Nodding, you gripped his hand and willed whatever power was coursing through you to work. After a few seconds, you looked at him and he shook his head. Frustration was building up in the form of panic as you stared at the bloody mess staining his suit.

He would not die today, not on your watch.

Readjusting your grip, you curled around his hand, squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath. A warm ripple spread from your core, expanding throughout your body. Izuku shuddered, then his breathing slowed, and he went silent.

When you looked up, he had nearly frozen in place. The only tell-tale sign that he was still alive was the subtle and very slow way his eyes roamed to lock with yours. His entire form was in slow motion. You had done it. The bleed would be slowed for as long as you could maintain this. Now, you just had to find a way out of here.

It was scary to even think that these might be his last breaths, delayed as they were. No, thinking that would only mess with your head. Leaning down, you brushed his bangs back and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, one of the only places on his skin that seemed to be damage-free. When you sat back, you found it hard to let go. Using the last of your willpower, you managed to stand and turn away from him.

Up on the stage, Phantom had pulled out a singed and very disgruntled Bakugo from the curtains. He was kneeling on the floor, holding his side, but other than that, he seemed fine for the moment.

"Phantom!" you yelled up at him.

The man turned to you, his head cocked.

"I'm going to find the override switch. They need a hospital! We don't have much time!"

He glanced over at Izuku and nodded. "Fastest way into the basement is this way." He pointed to the large hole in the floor. "I know the layout. I can help you find it."

"What about Ikari? Izuku said she was still loose." You ran towards the stage. "What if she attacks them?"

He pondered it for a moment, glancing down at Bakugo, who looked like he was half aware of what was happening. "The security office isn't far. I've memorized the layout of this place. We should be above the crossover. There should be two exits on either end. The one on the left there," he pointed down in the hole, "should lead you towards the corridor. Once in the hallway, head right until you reach the security office. It should be labeled. Inside, there'll be a metal box on the wall. Use the code to gain access and manually turn off the lockdown."

You nodded as he gave you the code and helped lower you into the hole. The gap was about a ten-foot drop and you let go once he lowered you as far as he could. When you landed, you glanced around you. The space was dark and unsettling but you pushed past your fear and glanced up at Phantom.

"Keep your guard up." He said from above. "And hurry back."

"Keep them safe for me." You gripped your fists, unable to contain your emotion. "Please."

"You know, you remind me of someone I used to know." He saluted you with a cocky smile and stood up. "I promise to protect them with my life. It's what I do best. Now, go."

You didn't need to be told twice. Time was literally of the essence right now. Sucking in a deep, encouraging breath, you ducked into the narrow passageway. Despite your fear, you kept going. Nothing would stop you from saving Izuku.

Izuku took in an agonizing slow, splintered breath, hacking on the end. This quirk felt strange, coursing through his body. It also might've been the painful wounds digging into his nerves, lighting up nearly every pain receptor he had. Time seemed normal for him, but he knew he was under a slow spell because the world around him seemed to be in hyperdrive. Images were blurry as he looked around, figures that he knew had to be Phantom and Bakugo darted around on the stage.

Something caught in his throat, and he managed to lean over enough to cough it out. A red glob landed on the once pristine floor beneath him. Red never meant anything good, especially in his experiences. His entire chest felt as if it were on fire, and no amount of air seemed enough. He'd broken ribs before, but it never hurt quite as much as this. Not to mention the fire burning in his belly. Whatever that glass had pierced, he prayed it wasn't something critical.

The pain was nearly unbearable this time, which spoke volumes. So, he decided to try to focus on what was happening on the stage. The movement was a little hard to follow in his lethargic state, but he saw two figures moving around near the hole from the explosion.

Then, a shadow bore down over him. At first, he thought you had returned, but as the figure drew closer, he tensed in recognition. A finger poked his forehead, and suddenly, the world dropped back to normal speed. He gasped and tried to swat the hand away, but his limbs themselves had locked into place.

"Really, Midoriya," her voice whispered in his ear, "It's almost pathetic how any of your attempts to stop me have all but… blown up in your face." She grinned at her little joke.

"Ikari," he muttered, still trying to get his limbs to obey him.

It was as if someone had shut his entire body down. A prickling sensation had taken place in lieu of the pain he knew was still very much there. The only upside was that the bleeding seemed to have halted completely as her new quirk took over.

"Is this really what you wanted?" He struggled to speak, his voice slurred and strange to his ears. "You're hurting innocent people."

"The only one I want to hurt is you," she bit at him, pulling his hair to force his face up.

"Then hurt me," he hissed as she tugged harder on his hair. "But don't hurt anyone else."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think? The lines were crossed a long time ago." She glanced up at the stage where both Bakugo and Phantom were locked into place, staring out at him, wide-eyed. "I believe you're familiar with this quirk, no?"

"...Rock Lock," Izuku whispered in shock. "You didn't -"

"Kill him, you mean?" Her eyes lit up. "And lose a valuable quirk? Although his quirk is a bit unpolished. I had Shizue alter this one a bit. Now I can lock anything, even people. And with enough concentration -" She tapped his chest, and suddenly, his lungs stopped working. "I can lock in detail."

Izuku dropped his head, mouth gaping as he tried desperately to bring air to his useless lungs. Nothing worked. Pain blossomed in his head until, at last, she tapped his chest again, and his lungs broke free. He gulped in desperate gobs of air, choking and spitting the little blood lodged in his throat.

She watched on, amused as he struggled.

"You're in a bad way, Deku. But really, you only have yourself to blame." She scolded. "I wonder how many casualties you caused here tonight. All because you couldn't let your pride take a hit. What a hero you are."

"I'm not the one -" A hard cough racked his body a few times before he glared up at her. "I'm not the one hurting innocent people."

"Are you so sure about that?" A bright smile plastered itself on her face. She looked downright giddy, eyes gleaming as she pointed up at the large screen that lowered itself over the stage. "I wonder if the citizens will agree."

The giant projector hanging above the stage whirred to life. A blurry static image projected itself onto the screen. It looked like grainy security footage of a rundown platform. His voice died as he saw himself on the screen, curled up on the ground of a metal platform. You were there too, mere feet from him, trying to speak, but Izuku knew exactly how it would play out. It was one of the worst moments of his life.

"Stop this," his voice came out as a broken whisper, unable to take his eyes off the screen.

"Now, let's all watch together," she grabbed his lapels and yanked him upright so that he was leaning back against her.

When she moved him, she temporarily turned off the quirk. As soon as his limbs freed, it felt like someone ripped his body in two. He couldn't help the pained scream as she secured him against her, wrapping her arm around his torso and squeezing up against his battered wounds. Then she locked him in place again, and a numbing sensation rolled through his body so abruptly, he nearly passed out.

"Argh!" Bakugo growled from the stage, his head seemed to be the only thing unlocked. "You'll pay for this, you bastard! Let him go! I'll fight you!"

Phantom seemed able to move his head as well, though if he had anything to say, he kept it to himself.

"Come now," she tutted at his violent outburst. "No talking during the movie."

She then forced Izuku's chin up to make sure he could see.

Izuku was staring at the two heroes, a desperate tinge to his gaze. His internal struggles were useless if his body was locked into place. There was no escape for any of them as long as the quirk was active. But if he had his facts straight, then he knew the vials didn't last long. It was temporary at best right now. Shizue hadn't been able to perfect them. If he could just wait out the time limit, then he could…what could he even do in his current state? Moving with that glass embedded in him could easily rip something majorly important. If he moved, he could die. But if he didn't…well the options weren't too promising either.

"Now, now Deku, eyes on the screen." She forced his head back, yanking on his hair to make her point. "This is the best part."

He grimaced as she smushed her hands on either side of his face, preventing him from looking away. Even without her prodding, he couldn't help but watch the nightmarish footage play out before him. He didn't need the footage to remember everything that happened. He could remember it so vividly that he sometimes thought he was back there again.

The two of you were on the platform. He had tried to break your wrist, but you slapped him and retreated to the far end. Then he leaped for you, and you jumped off the platform in an effort to save yourself, nearly being hit by the train for the second time in a row.

Everyone was watching in tense silence. Except for Bakugo, who was screaming out expletives every chance he got, no doubt trying to break out of the quirk with sheer ferocity.

Izuku's labored breathing picked up as he tried to wriggle his head out of her grasp. "Stop," he pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please."

"No." She growled, forcing his eyes open. Forcing him to look at what haunted him most. "You are going to watch what you did."

On the screen, Izuku was glowing with unrestrained power. As grainy as it was, he could clearly see the malice written across his face. In that moment, staring down at you, he had wanted to kill. It was something he never wanted to admit to anyone, let alone the person he nearly succeeded in killing. It was as if that drug had switched his emotions to the opposite end of the spectrum. The one thing he loved most in the world turned into the one thing he hated. Hated enough to rip you apart with his bare hands. The guilt nearly consumed him afterward. It still did.

"I want everyone to see just what kind of man you are," she whispered into his ear as he watched himself try to squeeze the life out of you on that railway. "I want them to hate you just as much as I do."

He gritted his teeth, tears blurring his vision. But even so, his mind unwillingly supplied the image for him.

"Smile Deku, the world's watching."

#izuku x reader #deku #pro hero deku #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #bnha #mha #deku x reader #boku no hero academia #taken series #obscured #izuku is not having a good time #injuries #blood and violence #language

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lovedbz1 · 9 months

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Hi hi! New fic! A fic I promised @mersei47 a long time ago (Like 4 months ago) ((This was ☹️ btw))

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marble Hornets, Slender Man Mythos Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jay Merrick & Brian Thomas | Hoody, Jay Merrick & Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky Characters: Jay Merrick, Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky, Brian Thomas | Hoody Additional Tags: Alex Kralie mention, Jessica Locke mention, Major Character Undeath, Blood and Injury, Jay still gets shot, Jay Merrick Lives, Brian Thomas | Hoody Lives, ? - Freeform, or do they, Tim is PISSED, POV Brian Thomas, Canon-Typical Violence, No beta we die like Jay, lol, Again maybe he lives, Don't Worry About It, Jam if you squint - Freeform, Bray if you squint harder, Bram if you squint so hard your eyes are practically shut, I couldn't think of a squinting thing for Brim without ruining the flow of it so that's there too Summary:

What can you do when you've barely been conscious the past 7 years and are finally snapped back to reality when your friend is shot practically right in front of you? You have to save his life. You just have to. Or at least you have to try. Try and make up for the hell you caused him.

Brian must save Jay, and in turn, himself.

#Marble Hornets #Jay Merrick #Brian Thomas #Tim Wright #Alex Kralie mention #Jessica Locke mention #It's not a ship fic but if you squint you can see something something there #Major character undeath #blood and violence #canon typical violence #Jay lives?#Brian lives? Perhaps #No beta we die like Jay #Again maybe he lives #my writing #fic #fanfic #lovedbz1 writing

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celastapasta · 6 months

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And Now I Wait for Death to Take Me, Too

Whumptober 2023, Day 5

Prompts: Pinned down | Words: 1088

Summary: Mark has been trying desperately to convince the captain that they aren't dreaming, but to no avail. Now them and the denizens of the Invincible II have been captured for the purpose of gladiatorial entertainment.

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The ceiling shook with the sudden eruption of cheers from above, and Mark felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of the pincer-mouthed alien bringing its two sided ax blade down on the crown of First Mate Smiles’ head. The engineer shut his eyes right before the weapon made contact, but the wails of his crewmates and colonists burrowed into his mind.

The captain gave a hum, as if considering something. “What part of the dream do you think has been the most strange so far, Mark?” they asked. He opened his eyes to look at them, eyes filled with both exhaustion and exasperation that they hadn’t snapped out of their delusion yet. He could tell they were watching Smiles’ body being removed from the gladiator pit. They didn’t seem disturbed in the slightest.

His throat felt tight. “Captain, this isn’t-”

They interrupted him. “I can’t decide if it’s this or there being a wormhole in our warpcore - or maybe dying. That was weird.” Their toes tapped softly in the sand as if they were content. Mark stared at them, eyes wide. He wanted to scream. He was sure they had woken up on the ship multiple times. What went wrong, and what happened to his strong, sure, sensible, sane captain?

“I think the strangest part has been you,” he finally spoke. There was no humor in it, but the captain laughed anyway.

“You’ve been pretty weird too.”

He twisted around to face them fully, his mouth set in a hard line. “Captain, I don’t know what I have to do to get you to believe this isn’t a dream, but I’m telling you it’s not. We are in serious danger! So many of our people have died! This all could have been avoided if we’d fought back or took evasive maneuvers but you insisted we ‘see where the dream led.’”

“Mark,” they said in a measured tone, and if it weren’t for the dismissive look in their eyes he might’ve thought some of their senses had returned. “You died. I watched you get sucked out the window and I tried to save the ship as best I could.”

Mark opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t, something stealing his voice. He ached because he remembered; the sudden rush of air, the awful, instant shock of cold so intense it burned, the feeling of his blood boiling beneath his skin from the pressure, his lungs screaming for oxygen. He remembered it all. Why couldn’t they realize it was real?

The captain furrowed their eyebrows. “And then, for some inexplicable reason, I threw a bomb into the reactor room. Looked Celci right in her eyes as I did it. Why would I ever do that? Then I woke up in my pod again, with you screaming about having done this before. That’s when I realized - of course I didn’t blow up the ship on purpose. I would never murder our people, our friends. It’s impossible to die and come back. It’s impossible to remember dying. Time loops are impossible. So it has to be a dream.” They smiled at him warmly, reassuringly. “I just have to wait until I wake up.”

He wanted to believe them, to agree and just let this play out until he woke up, but he was positive this was reality. The feeling of dying, of getting tossed through a wormhole back into his cryopod, was too real, and there was no way he and the captain were sharing the same dream in cryo sleep.

“Captain, please. Snap out of it,” he begged.

“We’ll be at our new planet before you know it,” they mused. “I’m sure we won’t even remember most of this. You know how dreams are.”

The gate to the gladiator pit rose, its gears squeaking from poor maintenance, and the remainder of the Invincible II’s populace shrunk away and cried as three hulking aliens with tentacles making up the bottom half of their faces strode into the holding area. They gurgled and gestured angrily at Mark and the captain, and he scrambled to his feet while the latter took their time standing up - stretching for good measure. His heart raced as the three approached and he locked eyes with Burt who was standing distraught in the corner. This was it. He was going to die again. But then the aliens roughly grabbed hold of the captain’s arms, tugging them forward towards the arena.

Mark felt every atom of his being cry out in opposition, in distress. He lunged forward, shouting all manor of pleas as well as the captain’s name. His advance was halted by two of their captors - one of them tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms to his back, while the other bound his legs.

“Captain! Do something please! You have to fight back!” he cried out, his voice hoarse from the weight on his back and the awkward angle of his neck.

“It’s alright, Mark,” the captain smiled, looking back over their shoulder. “I’ll see you when we reach our destination!”

He screamed and thrashed on the ground, trying desperately to break out of the aliens’ hold but to no avail. The gate slammed to the ground once they and the other alien were out on the sands of the pit. Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the sand underneath him, and some of the grains got on his tongue and in his throat as he continued to call out to the captain.

Their steps were light as they made their way to the middle of the arena. Mark’s heart sank when they blatantly ignored the pile of weapons on the way and stood, shoulders relaxed, face to face with the monster that had killed Smiles minutes before. Blood and hair matted its weapon and dripped to the ground. He screamed out their name one last time as their opponent chucked the ax directly at their head with deadly speed and precision.

Mark couldn’t close his eyes like he did with Smiles. The captain’s head whipped back from the impact and their knees buckled immediately. They dropped dead on the desert floor, the crowd cheering with bloodlust. Their killer encouraged the cheers, soaking in the attention as their blood oozed into the sand and stained it red. He sobbed as he laid there, not getting up even after his captors stood and left him.

“Please be a dream, please let me wake up, I have to wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeup.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #pinned down #in space with markiplier #fic #blood and violence #delusions #major character death #iswm captain #head engineer mark #my writing

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