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iphoenixrising · 3 years

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DickTim Week 2021: Day 5 Winged!Talon Tim au

So. another dual prompt and I really regret nothing about this one tbh. I took tomorrow’s Talon and today’s Wings and made a Winged!Talon!Tim fic. Of course, I talked to the wonderful babes on Capes & Coffee about a what if combination and this just, whew. Careful, it might break your heart a little, but damn if it isn’t an interesting idea.

Not beta read, so don't be a hater :D

Previous Talon!Tim universe posts: The initial idea, Babe and I talking it out, Talon Training Ask, Ra’s vs the Court, Talon and Ra’s, Talon and Ra’s take 2, Talon and Shiva short.

Watching B take on the new and improved Talon is really the entertainment of the year.

Once upon a time it had taken all of them plus more to take down as much of the Court of Owls as humanly possible. Of course, like rats, the Bats knew there would be no way to get the entire Court or all the Talons, not when the upper echelons of Gotham had spent the better part of 200 years creating, storing, training, and obtaining more.

Politicians were investigated, corrupt cops removed, and criminals burrowed underground once word of what the capes did to save the day got passed around.

For the first time in years, crime in Gotham was at an all time low.

But, as the coin flip dictates, nothing good lasts forever. Trouble is always brewing below the surface to eventually rise to the top and try to take over.

Case in point:

The Bats of Gotham have come up against a new threat wearing the signature Talon armor, and the call goes out to all available capes for help taking on the undead mercenary before another crime family ends up in the Obituaries rather than Blackgate.

The fact the Court is still up and running after the Batfamily took them down in a fiery blaze that ended with all their Talons gone, Sensei exposed, and most the ruling families imprisoned or poisoned by Lincoln March, is like a kick to the abdomen after they closed that particular book. Worse, with a new Talon soldier is sighted running around Gotham, another circus kid has been kidnapped and turned into the right hand of the Court of Owls. Dick, with his absolute survivors guilt, is the one to make going after the Talon and whoever is still behind the scenes a top priority.

Which is how they find themselves in the middle of Knight’s Stadium facing down a Talon that is too short to be March. Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin, Batgirl, and Black Bat pretty much got their asses handed to them in the first twelve minutes. Pretty hard to understand until you take into account the new and improved Talon facing them now is terrifying in a completely different way than most undead assassins are.

He knows them.

He knows them in ways that lets him fight fast and furious with vicious accuracy, striking at weaknesses few of the vigilantes of Gotham realized they even had.

He isn't as big as Lincoln or even Cobb, not nearly as old. He hasn't been kept in cryostasis waiting for the next generation to need his skills. He doesn't have creaks in his joints from being put on deep freeze too many times.

This one is silent and efficient, obviously trained in multiple types of martial arts, is highly proficient with or without the standard Talon knives, is a master tactician, counters the majority of their moves with alarming consistency–

and the fucking Talon has wings.

Honest-to-God wings.

Everyone had assumed the metal monstrosities on his back were weapons of some kind, but the glint of steel in the streetlight flash a warning before the lumps moved in an arch, extending far out past his shoulder blades, slicing into Red Hood’s body suit with a razor-sharp edge, shredding the armor like paper.

It’s not enough he’s got weapons obviously made specifically for his skill set, it’s not enough he’s an assassin and doesn’t hold to the same standards of non-lethal combat, it’s not enough that he can use his wings to fly or to fight like he’s using another limb to kick the shit out of them, and it’s not enough that he effortlessly counters so many of their attacks that he has to have some kind of inside information on all of them and their fighting styles.

The knives are definitely a thing when the Talon can throw them hard enough to penetrate parts of their suits in between armored plating, which further drives the theory that this is a person they’ve dealt with before. Intimately. Few people in the world know how their suits are made. Even more, few people know particulars enough when their suits are constantly reconstructed.

The only thing on their side that tipped the scales in their favor–

–the Batman.

The wings threw him off his game, obviously, but not enough to stop B from holding his own with swift and merciless force.

It's like watching a dance of fast and furious fists, blades in Talon's hands glinting deadly in the night, finding B's suit over and over and over until he's made it to blood and bone. He takes every hit the Batman can dish out, head snapping back, left, and right with the volley of jaw-breaking blows and bone-shattering kicks.

None of it gives the Talon pause. When a move makes him drop a blade, another is already in hand, cutting into their body suits, wings flipping out to defend or distract, sweeping moves and well coordinated attacks.

The unnatural appendages are like another arm, another leg, an extension working on the same central nervous system, regardless as to how the Court managed to make it happen.

A jump kick off a trash can is a lucky shot as a wing catches B in the ribs hard enough to knock him into the wall of Mike's Famous Hotdogs. The only thing saving the Dark Knight from a concussion or permanent brain damage is the plating in his cowl.

It gives the Talon enough time to make a final bid for a battered Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin struggling to their feet again, eyes for their fallen mentor.

Before he can lunge forward to start the attack yet again, the Talon just stops, pauses like he’s stuck or something, and in the span of a breath, both wings extend fully, flap powerfully once to propel him up into the Gotham night.

O tries her best to track his flight through the city, but no one’s arms are working well enough to toss a tracker on him.

She loses him over Cape Carmine, slams her palms against her system in frustration, makes sure she gets as much footage from the confrontation as possible.

After some sleep and a whole lot of bandages and ice packs, the Bat family meets in the Cave to watch the footage, breakdown the Talon’s fighting style, his weaponry, and make theories on his identity.

O helps out with readings she has of electronic pulses she managed to capture coming from the armor over his wings. She thinks she might be able to use it to track him if they can get close enough for her equipment to ping the signal again.

B makes a trip to Arkham since Freeze apparently hasn’t stopped producing the formula used to put Talons in cryostasis.

It’s not until Gotham’s power grid has a massive surge that O and the Bats can pinpoint a possible location, all of them invested in one hell of a fight to get the last rats still scurrying in the underground.

The plan of attack comes together smoothly once they’ve scoped out the location, seen the shady activity, and together, they make one hell of a plan.

And because, you know, Gotham, it is completely normal for the Court of Owl's headquarters to have a skylight.

Natch.

For this one, they've got Batgirl and Black Bat, Red Hood and Robin, Nightwing and B, a real family affair.

O's quiet voice over comms leading them through the maze of traps and empty rooms, abandoned libraries and spooky ball rooms. The laboratory isn't the most horrific they've all ever seen (because the Joker's summer place is literally the stuff of nightmares), but a few of them do gag on the smell alone.

The plan, however, goes horribly awry when the clear sounds of tormented screaming echoes from right under their reinforced bootheels.

Black Bat's fists clench hard, her breathing wheezes out when the tone, the utter agony goes right through her.

A shudder slides up Robin's spine as all of them turn toward the noise.

Without a flicker or a word, the Batman moves, strafing in the shadows toward the sound. He can't assume it's an innocent civilian with something the Court wants, but he's betting on the fact that scream will lead them to whoever is running the show.

The medieval room has bars and reinforced locks, implements hanging on the wall. The cement brick is stained rust colored with old blood, the vestiges of training, and the awful realization they've found another hidden niche in the city that always existed right under their noses is punctuated with the abrupt drop in temperature, with the sudden charge in the air, with the zzzzcrack snapping beyond the door, replaced with a muted buzzing Robin can feel in his back teeth.

B is already on his way to the roof, Batgirl down through the floor vent while Nightwing picks the locks with fast precision, knocking the tumblers around.

Robin and Red Hood stay close to the reinforced door, balancing on the balls of their feet, katana and .45s at the ready.

Black Bat takes the high road, ceiling tiles giving way under her Bat-a-rang. She gives a sharp nod before she's up and gone.

"All right. Ready?" Nightwing stands, cracks his neck, flips his escrimas in both hands, works his shoulders to prepare for the strain of each blow he plans to give.

"Ya betcha ass," Hood murmurs low, a cut figure with both guns at his sides, gloved fingers on the trigger guard.

"Don't disappoint," Robin snarls, "either of you."

"Nice pep talk, squirt," Nightwing snickers.

"Tt, back up your mouth with action."

"Better shuddap, Demon. Golden Boy ain't fuckin' 'round. Neither is the Bat. We get one more chance a' this asshole. We ain't gonna blow it again, ya feel me?"

"Finally, something we agree on, Hood."

"Other than N's shitty mullet?"

Nightwing swiftly glares at them both over his shoulder, unconsciously putting himself front and center of the trio, ready to be the first in once they get the signal.

– which is the sound of the glass raining down from the heavens.

Three booted feet kick the door hard enough to take it off the hinges, lying against the faded stains like a fallen body.

First step in the room is the complete opposite to what they'd all been expecting.

The two Owl masks aren't the usual, but a perversion of the originals, crudely drawn yawning mouths complete with fangs dripping blood.

But.

The boy on his knees, arms in a binder holding the appendages hostage at a painful angle, is dripping the real thing. Rivulets down his chest and where his back is partially visible. Some from the base of the wings going into the back of his shoulder blades where the skin is torn and raw.

The bar gag shoved in his mouth doesn't take away from the splatters on his chin, the bruising on his face, the swollen eye. But it's his wings that makes the Bats falter from the initial rushing attack.

His wings are without the armor, are bound straight up above his restrained body with hooks grotesquely puncturing through the downy softness, desecrating the beauty with blood and gore. The angle makes the pull to his back where the wings are part of him just another agony on top of atrocity.

"Fuck," from the first Owl mask, and a swift move frees the Talon's bound arms, the appendages flopping uselessly to the floor, only his trapped, tortured wings keeping him up on his knees.

The second Owl shoves the first back, "let him take care of them. Let's get out of here!"

The first Owl snarls out something low and foreign, the phrases rolling off his tongue.

The words lock into place, and the Talon's head snaps up, snarling around the gag in his mouth.

When his face is finally, finally visible, the protectors of Gotham are frozen in their tracks.

Familiar violet-blue eyes, too-long blue-black hair, cut jawline and pointed nose. Tiny scar on his right cheek from the time he caught Ra's al Ghul's ring across the face.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," is barely heard through the Red Hood's synths and in no way fully expresses his utter horror at what these dirty motherfuckers have done.

Robin wretches, bile burning the back of his throat once those eyes swing up to the masked parody of the Owls and his bare upper body is visible through the blood and sweat on his chest, when the scars peeking through on his collar bones form a half-visible Y-incision, when the coloring of the bared wings now makes sense (robin's wings, Damian Wayne thinks with his heart beating pitter patter fast, and his stomach in knots, they put robin's wings on him...).

And the hurt, agonized noise coming out of Nightwing's chest is the only noise he can make when those dimmed, dazed eyes swing from the Owls back to the vigilantes frozen in their spots, when there's no spark of joy or fondness or stubbornness he's so used to seeing staring him down.

The errant thought, the first instinct, is the only humane way to deal with this new Talon is to put him down for good wars with the man behind the mask that only wants to reach out, wants to pull the Talon into his body and curve over, to scream at the injustice of it all, to rail at himself for not even suspecting.

Another switch flipped and the hooks release his wings, blood splattering on top the old stains.

"Get them! Don't fuck it up this time or you won't get another chance," the second Owl shoves the Talon's injured shoulder in the direction of the horrified vigilantes.

They don't even bother to take the gag out of his mouth before setting him on his target.

A flap of wings, and the Talon is on his feet again, swaying only slightly. He's in the boots and pants from earlier, the rest of his uniform tossed carelessly behind him by his tormentors. A sweep of his feet and the knives glint in bare palms, a whisper of a sound.

The curved, clawed blade glints in the overhead light when the Talon raises it and cuts the strap of the bar gag in his bloody mouth, turns his head to spit it out without looking away from the vigilantes.

The Batman, grim and stoic in the face of this surprising turn of events, gives the barest nod. From her hiding spot behind the complex machinery, Black Bat takes off after the running Owl members, leaving the rest of the family to deal with their former third Robin.

The wings flinchingly flare out and their former bird hunches over, ready for the attack.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” the Red Hood removes the helmet, leaves the domino underneath. He keeps one hand out in peace, slowly dipping down to put his helmet on the ground. “Is us, Tim. Timmy. Baby Bird. Is us. Yer family. Gotta lookit us, yeah?”

For the first time, the Talon speaks, “who’s Tim?”

And then he lunges.

The fight happens very differently this time.

The former power behind the punches is obviously dulled with the Talon’s identity reveal. He doesn’t hold back, is utterly ruthless with his attacks. He takes out B’s right knee, puts Hood down on the stained floor, knocks Robin into the wall with crushing force, and slams Batgirl’s head off the operating table.

He stands over Nightwing, wicked blade in hand and robin’s wings spread wide. He takes a knee, the sharp edge right above N’s adam’s apple, staring down impassively into the whiteouts.

“Timmy,” N spits blood, grunting when one knee pins his arm down. “Timmy, please. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I love you and I’m sorry they did this to you.”

Those eyes don’t change in the slightest. “You should not have tried to oppose the Owls.”

“We beat them once,” Nightwing gasps, “and you helped us, Baby Bird. You were with us then, don’t you remember.”

“I was nothing before the Court perfected me,” the Talon replies emotionlessly.

“You were perfect before they ever touched you.”

“No,” and the Talon leans down, puts them a breath away. “The only thing you and those others do is put the criminals back in prison, back in Arkham for them to escape again, for them to kill and destroy over and over again. Like this, I can stop them permanently.”

“Oh Timmy,” and behind the whiteouts, Nightwing’s eyes spill over, his vision wavery. “Timmy–”

“Don’t call me that. Stop calling me that.”

“You know me, you know us. You have to remember–”

“Lies. All of it lies!”

Nightwing’s chest stutters, his fist clenching, “it’s not. None of it is. Not even this–”

And he’s fast enough to grab the back of the Talon’s neck, to lean up enough against the blade pressed against his throat, can bring their mouths together, can kiss him like he’s dying and the Talon is the only thing that can save him.

It’s sloppy and awkward because the Talon doesn’t know what’s happening, gasps against the vigilante’s mouth. The tongue sliding over his, the muffled moan in his mouth sparks something in the back of his brain where the Court of Owls could never touch.

When Nightwing pulls back, stares up at wide violet-blue eyes, when the blade falls away to clatter against the block, when the Talon’s mouth trembles and tears fill his eyes, when his wings flutter and falter, fold in on them both, when his voice goes hoarse with, “D-Dick?” Nightwing throws both arms around his waist and holds on.

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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Ashes Chapter 15: Same Old Story

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

Summary: Some history for Y/N and some brotherly love from Cole.

A/N: when you so busy writing smut that you forget to update the story so you can get to the smut lmao. enjoy, fellow nerds.

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You were uncomfortable talking about personal things, particularly your history, but Cole deserved answers and he was a patient listener. Being a father, you weren’t really surprised by that. “When I was a kid, like… nine I want to say? Honestly my childhood is pretty blurry. Feels like another life.” You cleared your throat. “Anyway, yeah, around then I fell ill. I had these… fits, for lack of a better word. I didn’t understand what they meant at the time because I was well, nine. No one else understood them either. As an adult I know that I was experiencing prophetic visions. Honestly, they weren’t really prophetic then, I guess. That’s a word Raiden uses a lot for them. Back then they were rarely of future events. It was more like gaining deep insight into the lives of others. I could touch someone or something that someone else had touched and I would disappear. I’d see a glimpse of their history or their present. I was too young to interpret it.”

“Like touch telepathy? I’ve seen television shows about that concept. This stuff is hard for me to wrap my mind around. Too much like fiction.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing to call it. When I saw things, I would also black out. And have a fit. Like a seizure, I suppose. And when that was happening, I would often say things about what I was seeing or hurt myself. It frightened people. My parents took me out of town and I stayed with my grandmother. I was homeschooled after that. My parents saw it as an embarrassment if I recall.” You laughed at the idea of that now. That life was so far behind you that it didn’t matter how stressful it had been. Back then it had felt like the end of the world but as an adult, it was a distant memory. Those experiences had made you different and strange but they had also made you unique and special. You had embraced the things that had separated you from normality since then.

“Well, that’s awful.”

“Oh, no, no pity. It’s fine, really. That was world’s ago.” You waved off his disapproval of a parent being embarrassed by their child for things they couldn’t control. Cole really was a good guy. “I stopped having the visions at around twelve and while I was weak from being so sick, I fought to be normal afterward. My dad ran a dojo and so I grew strong again. I focused on martial arts. It was something that helped me find strength and determination back then.” You smiled at the memory. You’d always had a fondness for it in your heart. That was one of the first things you and Kung Lao had bonded over. Your father had taught Wing Chun and that was what Kung Lao specialized in. “With time my father could no longer teach at the dojo so he moved in with my older sister. I took over the dojo and then opened a shop in the old storage space to make extra money. I had every intention of moving away. I would never be more than a weirdo or a witch there. It was too small a town.”

“Did you ever get to?”

“I mean, I’m here now. That’s a long story though. I’m trying to keep this brief.” You chuckled. “We can talk about that stuff another day.” That was a more casual and personal conversation. This was personal but definitely not casual. If you didn’t have to share these parts of your life then you never would have. Much of it was still too raw. But Cole Young was curious about your past and you were curious about his. It was nice having another friend who wasn’t Liu Kang. You really did get along with him and his family.

“Fair enough.”

“About five years ago I was still doing the same. There had been a robbery across the street and the thugs came into my shop afterward. And, well, I’m not the type to roll over and be robbed.”

“I’d say not.”

“It escalated. There was a man who came in to pick up herbs I had imported for him every month who came in after. He ended up helping me out. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I killed one of those would-be robbers. He’d been trying to kill me so… I have come to terms with that. That’s how I got the dragon mark.” You pointed to your back. Yours was on your lower back on your left side. “The man who helped me was Liu Kang. I knew him then and he was kind enough to help me deal with the fallout at the time. It took ages for him to convince me to that there was any truth to any of this… Mortal Kombat and arcana nonsense. It’s kind of embarrassing looking back at it.” And the story was far more complicated too. You’d been attracted to Liu Kang from very early on. “I guess that’s why I’m so patient with Johnny. It’s easy for us to know what’s the truth but when you spend your whole life believing that fairytales are made with computers and science? It’s difficult to believe anything else.”

“Yeah, I get that. Not everyone had Sub Zero rushing them into the truth.” He joked. That was true enough. But Johnny Cage had had his come-to-jesus moment that afternoon you were pretty sure. You hadn’t had a moment like that in the beginning. Just Liu Kang’s word and his arcana.

“Liu showed me his arcana but I thought it was a trick. He was very persistent at the time. Tried to talk me into leaving everything I had ever known for what I thought was a trick. I was scared, I’m not too proud to admit that. The part of me that wanted to leave home and never look back had grown smaller over the years. I’d become complacent. I’d grown comfortable being known as a witch and honestly, the next generation of people in town hadn’t treated me so terribly. The kids even thought it was funny that everyone thought I was a witch. But then… I found my arcana.”

“The ink?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty and under control now but in the beginning, it was a nightmare. The first time I used it had been on accident. I nearly destroyed my store. Then I fell and had a fit and I was suddenly seeing things again. Those things I saw didn’t make any sense. None of it. I saw flashes of people and places I didn’t recognize. The best way that I can describe it is… nonsense. It didn’t mean anything.” You sighed heavily. Those moments had been terrifying. “The second time had been even worse. If Liu hadn’t been basically stalking me then someone would have gotten seriously hurt. I’d hurt him but he’d been tough enough to handle it. I felt terrible about it. By then I’d more than grown fond of him.” You didn’t want to get into the details but it hadn’t exactly been difficult to fall into Liu Kang’s arms and it hadn’t taken very long either.

“There’s a lot of history there, huh?”

“Yes. Focus.” You wanted to get this story over as quickly as you could. “After that I decided to go with him. It wasn’t worth the risk of hurting people in town with something I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to leave but I was glad that I did afterward. Raiden’s Temple was where I had needed to be for what came next. It was awful at first. The ink and the visions made me sick. I had little to no control over any of it. Raiden helped me. He could unravel what I saw even if it was just spaghetti to me. My visions helped him. At least he said that they did. Liu helped me get control over my arcana. There I met Kung Lao and I was happy. About a year later the visions stopped altogether and I was stronger than I’d ever been.”

“And now you’re having them again? Out of nowhere?” Cole didn’t sound terribly concerned. He had handled all of this very well. It was nice not to be taken too seriously or looked at like you were about to fracture. You didn’t think the visions were out of nowhere. In fact, you thought that the visions were likely triggered by Kung Lao’s death. Trauma did funny things to people. The things that happened to you were a little funnier than most.

“I confess that I didn’t realize I was having them at first.” You shrugged. It was difficult to explain but it seemed as though, at some point, Cole had abandoned his disbelief and had embraced chaos. “They were more like nightmares. It was difficult to decipher what was guilt and grief and what wasn’t. It wasn’t until the other night on the roof that I even considered they were visions. Well, that and I feel terrible. I haven’t felt this terrible since the last time I had them.” You were a little embarrassed to admit that. If you’d been honest about what you were feeling from the beginning then maybe you could have done things differently. You just hated being weak. It was a hot button for you.

“And that was when you saw what happened this afternoon?”

“Kind of? I saw the beach and a wave of corpses coming for us. Does that count?” You tried to joke. Cole tilted his head as if to consider if it counted or not.

“It does at least explain why you were extra creepy this morning.”

“Implying that I’m always a little creepy.”

“The ink is a little creepy, I decided.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“But you’re okay? This morning was wild.”

Did you not seem okay? You supposed that you were feeling out of it after seeing Kung Lao’s death. You definitely weren’t feeling yourself but you thought that you’d hidden it pretty well. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sound a little morose.” Cole looked to the door like he had somewhere else to be. He probably did. He had a family and all that. “I can’t say we know each other very well but whatever happened back there must have hit hard… and I mean… you were so different at the end of it.”

“I’m fine, Cole.” You reassured him with a forced smile. You were a little morose. That was a good word for what you were feeling. You wanted to sleep for the rest of the week until you had to go back to China.

“Ally, Emily, and I are going to go grab dinner. You’re welcome to join us. You could probably use some food.”

“No, no. Thank you but I think that I have encroached upon your family time enough this week.”

“We really don’t mind. You’re good company. Allison asked if you were joining us, even.”

“Really, Cole. I appreciate the offer but I’m not up to it. My social battery is completely drained.” You offered a weary smile. It was nice to be wanted. “I’m going to rest.”

“You’re just… so off. I feel bad leaving you alone.” Cole pulled his phone from his coat pocket. “I’m considering asking if Ally wants to grab food and then bring Emily here to watch a movie with you.”

“It’s okay, Cole. I need the time alone, I think. Besides, I’m allowed to be a little under the weather after that.” You smiled even so. You didn’t want him to pity you. You didn’t need that. You really would be okay. That morning had been difficult but you weren’t prepared to say the real reasons why. You were a mixture of angry and hurt but you’d trudge through it.

“Yeah…”

“Hey, look, you don’t need to feel responsible for me just because of what happened with Kung Lao.” You would happily absolve him of any guilt he felt in that regards. He was guilty of nothing but being a good man.

“What?” Cole was genuinely surprised and you internally winced at how you’d miscalculated. You’d read the whole situation wrong and instantly regretted your words.

“I thought you might be feeling some misplaced guilt about it. I don’t want that for you.”

“Oh. Maybe that was why I approached you on the street that day but I think we’re past that. We’re friends now. Am I wrong about that?”

“Not at all. It’s been lovely getting to know you and your family. I really mean that, I’m not just saying it. You’ve managed to get me a little out of my head which is nice. And you like my jokes which I appreciate. I’m sorry about the way that came off. I wasn’t trying to diminish our friendship. I just didn’t want you to carry around that guilt, either.”

“That goes for you too.”

“It’s been a hard day. I’m not coming across the way that I mean to. Let’s say lost in translation.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Your English is pretty good so I’m not sure that excuse works, but I’ll let it slide.”

“I know, I know… I’m being cold without meaning to. Like you said, I’m a little morose right now. I do this thing when my feelings are difficult to process where I kind of shut off and… I can come off as cruel without meaning to. Honestly, even in Chinese it doesn’t sound much better.” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. “I’m sorry.”

“No need. Today was a reality check. It scared me too. And you’re clearly going through something. I wanted to help, is all. Sometimes when I get too far into my head things snowball and become an avalanche.”

“I appreciate that.” You kicked your shoes off next to the bed and laughed. You had no plans of going anywhere else for the rest of the day. “I used to have Kung Lao to keep that from happening. I appreciate you trying to help but you can go get food with your family and enjoy your afternoon. I’m exhausted. I’ll probably nap or meditate on what happened today.” What you really meant was that you would do whatever it took to get it out of your head. You were going to try and forget the awful things you’d seen today. You weren’t sure you could forget it. His death was burned into your mind’s eye. It would haunt you for the rest of your life.

“I will but before I go, I wanted to talk to you quickly about Liu.”

“I would very much prefer if you didn’t.” You scrunched up your face in distaste.

“I know that I’ve been teasing you about it.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. “But is everything okay with that? I know, I know… it’s not my business, you’ve said it a dozen times now. It’s clearly complicated. You don’t owe me any details but if you need help with it then say the word. I’m happy to help.” Was Cole Young offering to be your wingman? Or was he offering to beat up Liu Kang? Either scenario was kind of hilarious.

“I’m obviously defensive about it. I’m sure that it’s hilarious from the outside looking in but Liu and I have more history than I care to explain. I’m not ready to get into it with anyone. Not you and definitely not with Liu, either.”

“But that’s okay?”

“Yeah, it will be. I’m a pretty tough lady.”

“On a scale of one to ten just how supportive do you need me to be?”

“No scale. Just be yourself, Cole. You’re doing fine.”

“Even teasing you?”

“I’ve had worse teasing, trust me. I dated Kung Lao for years. Besides, it kind of lessens the frustration of it. Sometimes I get too serious and scary in my head. The joking grounds me a little.”

“Good to know.” Cole patted you on the back. It was nice having a friend to talk to. A friend that wasn’t Liu Kang. Not that you didn’t enjoy Liu Kang, things were just too complex between you right now. There was so much hurt and grief that you weren’t sure how things would pan out or if they would ever be fixable. And Cole was a good man. You enjoyed talking to Allison too and Emily had taken a shine to you. You hadn’t had the opportunity to be around kids in years and you were good with them at most ages. That was part of why you’d enjoyed running the dojo.

There was a knock at your door. You made to get up to answer it.

“I’ll get it. I’m on my way out anyway.” Cole stood and so you sat back down. You wouldn’t argue with him. Cole opened the door and there was Liu Kang, which was no surprise to you. You’d been expecting him to show up at some point. Who else would it have been, anyway? You were pretty sure that you’d rubbed Sonya and Jax the wrong way with all your talk of kidnapping. Cole stared Liu Kang down instead of greeting him and you tried not to laugh.

“Hello Cole.” Liu bowed his head politely in greeting. “I was hoping that I could speak with Y/N for a few minutes. Is she here? Did I come to the wrong room?” Liu peered around him and made eye contact with you. You offered him a curt wave.

“That’s up to her.”

You tried very hard not to laugh at the look of confusion on Liu’s face. He was bewildered.

“Of course it is.”

“You can come in, Liu.” You stopped that conversation before it got any weirder. Cole meant well, but wow.

“I was just leaving.” Cole clasped Liu on the shoulder as if to wish him good luck and then left, closing the door behind him after Liu had stepped past him. Liu watched the door close and then turned back to you. His expression was priceless. You’d have to thank Cole for that later.

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cherriesradio · 3 years

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Class 1-A relationship headcanons

Part 1 -> https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a

Fluff

Mashirao Ojiro

Remember when you where a little kid and would collect flowers at recess and give them to your teacher? Yeah that’s him

Makes little flower crowns

Idk this boy just really likes flowers okay

Their a secret for a while and because he’s not friends with everyone no one really “finds out” and the just tell the class

Aizawa kinda knew they were together the whole time it was obvious it’s just no one paid attention

Y/n is willing to get in fight for people they care for and Ojiro will just pull them away with his tail from beating some kid who made fun of Deku

They call him “Lovely little Monkey” cause he’s only 5’4 or around there and they find it cute

When it gets more serious he makes a vow to them that he will never hit them or hurt them in anyway and it’s the sweetest thing ever

When y/n is having a bad day he’ll just come at them with a million bad puns and pick up lines to make them laugh

Y/n likes wearing his Martial Arts clothes and he’s like “would you actually wanna learn?” And after a second of thinking they nod their head at rapid speed

Denki and y/n are the only people who can touch his tail (him and Denki are great friends try to change my mind)

When he’s a pro hero y/n and him are partners and they don’t tell the public their together

Every fan ships them

So one day they think no one is watching them after a fight and they kiss and congratulate each other on how good they did

Turns out there were a ton of cameras around them and it was on the news

Y/n almost killed the network ngl

Denki Kaminari

He may seem like a perv but he’s only a perv at home don’t worry ❤️

Anyways (cause writing THAT made me uncomfortable)

Y/n makes him study and sometimes he doesn’t and they’ll check to see if he’s studying and at some point their just like

“I’m gonna study with you to make sure you study”

He did study when they were with him :)

Drop kicks Mineta when he hits on y/n even tho he knows y/n and him are dating

When y/n doesn’t know he’s there he’ll go up to them and give them a small zap and they’ll giggle

(Okay druggie Denki coming through) y/n helps him get out of addiction 😌

Puts him in rehab if it’s bad bad

Once Bakugo made fun of their relationship and behind Denki’s back y/n beat him to the ground and the next day he had a black eye and some bruises and Denki was like “bro what happened” “nothin”

They mess with Ojiro’s tail together

Y/n will rant and he just sits staring at them and nodding occasionally

👏watching 👏crappy 👏 tv shows / movies 👏 together 👏👏👏👏👏

When he’s in dumbass mode y/n will throw him over their shoulder and bring him to the dorms and the whole class finds it so funny

On Twitter and other social media they will post a pic of the other and the text is just a keyboard smash

Before they got together he would do that but in the Bakusquad group chat and Bakugo just left the chat at some point cause he was tired of random clearly not asked for pics of y/n and just “akaoqiwbbejwhbwoqj I thinking I’m simping”

Relationship is not a secret whatsoever

He just went up to them in the middle of lunch, got down on one knee, took one of their hands and asked them to go out with him and after bursting into laughter y/n said yes

The embodiment of “COUPLES ARE A COMPETETION AND I AM WINNING HAVE YOU SEEN MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER!?!??”

He’s protective but also if no ones eyeing y/n or hitting on them he’ll low key be offended for y/n like “how dare they not find you to be the hottest/ cutest/ most wonderful being in the universe?”

Kirishima

If y/n is tired after training then he’ll pick them up bridle style and the Bakusquad calls him a simp

It’s literally the most healthy relationship you could ever imagine

Neither will hesitate to call the other out if their being unfair/ not putting effort into the relationship or “unmanly” as Kirishima says

Makes sure each of them get a good amount of self care as well as taking care of the other

Rarely fight, get in arguments but settle it out peacefully and with respect for one another

He would break up with y/n if they make him feel less or like he has to “be good enough for them” because he heavily values self worth because of this insecurity’s in middle school

Y/n makes him feel like he can do anything tho so don’t worry

Sometimes y/n just sits down and stares at Kirishima whiles he’s ranting about something he’s passionate about and smiling

Then he’s like “why are you staring?”

Y/n: *absolutely star struck* “u pretty”

Has hot coco in the summer

Making pillow/ blanket forts and when their done using them jumping on top and destroying them

Y/n will run at him from behind and he hears their footsteps and then shifts to pick them up for a piggy back ride

Swinging their arms around when they hold hands 😫

Y/n snorts when they laugh and their insecure about it and then Kirishima is like “okay then I’ll not try to make them laugh to much so they don’t snort and feeling bad!” And then y/n thinks he’s less interested in them

And then he makes up for it in making them laugh a ton (like to where they start coughing) and cudddle up to them and tell them how he loves their snort

Get each other gifts and ONLY gives them in front of the rest of the class to flaught how much they adore each other

Fist bumps are a form of intimate affection and you can’t change his mind

So are high fives

Even if they break up they will still be really good friends

Kirishima metions how he really likes how Bakugo makes a random food and y/n will force him to teach them how to make it

Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kis-

Has a new pet name for each other every day

Fat gum has to approve (he does, he adores y/n)

Kirishima and y/n definitely call him dad

Tamaki meets them and after he tells Kirishima “their really nice you have good taste” and then feels bad because he made it sound like food

All four are just best friends and after the raid y/n totally takes them all out for boba or something like that because they are proud

Kouji Kouda (Koda)

Very, very slow relationship

It was like 6 months in before they kissed

Every time he leaves a room he’ll be like “bye I love you!”

Doesn’t get jealous at all

Like a guy could literally slap their butt and he’ll just sit their like “well that’s not very friendly” and then y/n tells him how it made them uncomfortable and he’s like “OH NO I SHOULD OF HELPED”

Dates at the park

Y/n will see like a squirrel or bird or something and be like “Koda Koda go say hi tell it hi for me please”

The type to look up how to be romantic and he just sits at his computer like “why would I kiss them in the rain????? We would be wet and uncomfortable?????”

First date is at a petting zoo

They (Koda would not propose) proposed at that same petting zoo but made arrangements to where no one else would be there so he wouldn’t be embarrassed

Legit learning Morse code or silent language so he doesn’t have to talk

Little notes left on their desk before their together and y/n’s friends are all like “you have a secret admirer~~~” and he glances over to blushing y/n and stiffens, blushing

Y/n always getting the spiders

At first wanted to do the “cover with a glass slip a piece of paper let it free” method but then he got paranoid they got back in the dorm

At the start of the relationship whenever y/n even breaths he’s staring at the ground blushing

Once they were cuddling and he had his head in their chest (uncomfortable for y/n but they deal) and they started singing and he melt on the spot

When they feel down in the morning and Koda can’t walk with them back to the dorms for whatever reason a trail of little rabbits and other cute animals will follow them trying to cheer them up

Rikidou Satou

Constantly baking for y/n, after something runs out he will have something even better ready to give to them

Teaches has them to bake

Self doubts when y/n is around good looking people and tries to show off his muscles to show that he’s worth them

Y/n knows he deserves them ❤️

Some times he’ll make something super sugary and shares with the class and their all like “????? This is so sugary I can’t eat this???????”

And y/n is munching on it and everyone knows that he makes them stuff like this all the time

“How in the world are you still fit?” “Lots and lots of working out and only eat healthy outside of it. No chips or anything , and it’s fine”

Randomly declares that he loves random thing about them

“I love how their hair smells after they shower!” “Okay Satou anyways when are we gonna-“

Y/n said he was a good kisser once and now every time he sees them walk in the room he makes a kissy face

Taking random walks around campus

And they talk to people they pass by

Like so many people around the school know about them and they become known as “that one really cute walking couple”

#mha #bnha #bnha x reader #ojiro x reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #Kirishima #kirishima x reader #kouji kouda #Koda x reader

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toukenramblings · 3 years

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University AU: Izuminokami Kanesada, Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki, Juzurmaru Tsunetsugu

Anon asked: do you have any high school (or uni, if you don't like the high school au) hcs fof izuminokami, mutsunokami, and juzumaru? thank you!!

Uni au it shall be~!

Warnings: Broke college kids. Short n sweeet.

Izuminokami Kanesada

The one fucker that turns in his work late and sleeps in class. Horikawa has to make sure this dumbass doesn’t end himself from eating too much cup ramen and cook for him. Izumin is a bit of a slacker with his work and stays up late playing games or just doing...whatever the hell he’s up to. Is he a player? Maybe? Why do you wanna know? There’s no doubt that he is a gorgeous man so he’ll have multitudes of admirers.

It’s not that Izuminokami isn’t smart or anything, he’s just pretty lazy. Sure he relies quite a bit on Horikawa already but in college Horikawa is more or less his tutor/mom all rolled into one.

Izuminokami cannot deny that he is a party animal. Most likely a frat boy. A respectful frat boy, hell no he’s not getting the more dumb shenanigans his frat bros are into. He resPECTS women and the queer community damn it. Can and will get into fist fights to protect them.

Yes he will walk someone home if they don’t feel safe.

Found sleeping on benches and in the library.

Is that one moron who doesn’t hurt because he forgot like my bro and i and Hori-mama has to remind him to PLEASE EAT FOOD I S2G.

Is a night owl, always out at clubs and shit. Yes he knows that he has to do schoolwork but like...pARTY. He still can’t drink to save his life though, ends up passed out pretty quickly if you don’t keep an eye on him. But his morals won’t go away, hell. Can and will still fight bastards while drunk off of his ass.

I think Izuminokami would be a literature major or a history major. He may not look like it, but he adores going on rants about the subjects he’s interested in. That or he’s super duper into the study of bugs. I’ve seen Izuminokami having a bit of a interest in beetles due to him being rather young amongst the swords, so I think he’ll be interested in that!

Super interested in martial arts and kendo, catch him in a competition and his admirers are cheering him on from the sidelines.

Actually now that I think about it, all of the Shinsengumi swords in the college AU have to make sure that Izuminokami is alive because this ho can’t take care of himself for shit. His room is always messy and sure he does clean up and stuff but dude, please take care of yourself. Horikawa is already at his limit.

Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki

Frat boy, party animal. He might be in the rival frat to Izuminokami’s but can actually handle alcohol. He doesn’t sleep around but like Izuminokami, will offer to walk people home sober or not. Can and will fight a ho to protect people. No one’s stopping his ass. Though he would prefer to talk it out, it don’t mean he won’t hesitate to sucker punch a ho. No homo? What’s that? Mutsunokami is physically affectionate with everyone of any identification.

Yes he volunteers at an animal shelter. Yes he feeds all of the stray animals around his dorm/apartment. Yes he tries to sneak them into his room. No he’s not hiding a puppy under his shirt what are you talking about?

Also the kind of man to fall asleep in class. He plays games yes but most of the time he stays up just to hang out with animals or just stargaze. He really likes the stars. Probably has a hobby in astronomy.

This dude has like idk five majors. He wants to major in languages, history, military history, man there’s so many things that Mucchan wants to do! He may get in a little bit over his head but he just want’s to learn everything! He is just oh so curious about the world!!! He has to see it!

Yes he will be the first student to sign up the minute he’s asked to travel abroad.

He’s also that person who throws a mini party to welcome new students into the dorm! He loves meeting new people and gets them gifts and all! It’s so sweet!!!

I feel like Mutsunokami’s dream job is a travel agent or just backpack around the world? His dream is to travel and see the world after all, but he’ll be just as happy to work in a museum! no im not crying at the thought of a museum date with mucchan i just.....wanna...hold.....hAND

Dude he’s the kind of student who is not really a kiss up to his professors but has a super good relationship with them. He gets into friendly debates with them about the subjects in class and he loves getting new perspective on things!

Is also still very much into photography, hell yeah he’ll be in a photography class. Maybe become a professional photographer in his spare time? As a part time job? Maybe!

Of course he volunteers to hang out with kids. He’s a pretty damn good baby sitter, that’s also a part time job. He’ll happily tutor peeps of all ages!

Juzumaru Tsunetsugu

OH this man turns in all of his work like a week early, is the model student, quiet as hell in class but dude he knows his worth. He sits so still and so quiet you almost don’t see him and you kinda think he’s probably dead. BUt then he notices you staring and smiles softly at you and you almost die because sHIT SHIT HE CAUGHT YOU STARING but also he’s so pretty how dare.

Juzu takes really good care of himself. He most likely volunteers at the library and helps old people walk across the street. Goes to sleep on time, wakes up at least three hours before class to prepare breakfast and meditate. Hell he’ll cook for his roommates too. No stopping him from doing that. He can kinda cook? It’s small and simple tho.

While Juzumaru might be a religion major, I think that he will be interested in history and math? If anything he may be a bit like Mucchan. He’ll want to learn everything and anything! Yes he will prefer his religion studies but hey, it doesn’t hurt to learn about everything and anything!

Like the others above, Juzumaru will also offer to walk people home. He doesn’t like fighting all that much so if he’s at a party (which is impossible) and sees someone spike a drink, he’ll be more so being the person who warns the drinker and pretends to be their friend/is their friend to take them out of the situation. This doesn’t mean he won’t defend himself or that person if they get into a scuffle.

No Juzumaru isn’t part of a frat and he mostly keeps to himself. He is probably found hanging with Yamabushi, Kousetsu, or just hiding by his lonesome in the library.

He also helps tutor other students. If anything I just think that he’s the best tutor. He’s so calming and sweet and patient, able to guide the hand of anyone he teaches. His voice is so soothing its some asmr quality shit im sorry i just love his voice and like you can fall asleep to that.

Juzumaru is also a kid who probably wants to go study abroad. For fun and for learning.

Is the mom friend, if you drag him to a party, you better expect him to watch over you and the rest of your friends like a hawk.

His handwriting is so pretty? How the hell he always does his papers by hand is beyond me but he can use computers his handwriting is just...so pretty????

His dream career? Librarian.

#touken ranbu #touken danshi #touken ranbu x reader #touken ranbu imagine #tkrb #tkrb x reader #tkrb imagine #izuminokami kanesada #izuminokami kanesada x reader #izuminokami kanesada imagine #mutsunokami yoshiyuki #mutsunokami yoshiyuki x reader #mutsunokami yoshiyuki imagine #juzumaru tsunetsugu #juzumaru tsunetsugu x reader #juzumaru tsunetsugu imagine #my writing #https://toukenramblings.tumblr.com/tagged/Chaotic%20Citadel%20Correspondences

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pigeontheoneandonly · 3 years

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WIP Whenever

I haven’t done one of these in awhile, and I’ve been tagged a number of times over the past few months. Thanks to everyone who did and sorry the notifications are so old I can’t find them!

Tagging a bunch of people, because there’s nobody with the power to stop me: @bardofheartdive, @theoriginalladya, @midnightswaltz, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @thexgrayxlady, @laurelsofhighever, @dr-ladybird, @ljandersen, @cdrkateshepard, @citadelsushi, @awhellstothejoe, @swaps55, @pip-n-flinx, @mallaidhsomo, @natsora, @pushingsian, and anyone else-- seriously, I would love to read anything you’ve been working on. :)

Have some Nathaly/Kaidan shenko fluff:

It was hardly a surprise that when Kaidan woke up, Nathaly wasn’t there. She had a preternatural lack of need for sleep and loved the very early morning.

But he missed her. And he hated that he missed her this easily; he’d spent more time with her in the past day than he had in the past two years, and somehow that only made waking up alone feel worse. And he felt like he shouldn’t anymore. By any reckoning, she no longer deserved that from him.

Still.

Alenko rose with a stretch and yawn, and padded into the larger of the two rooms they’d barricaded from the geth, searching for Nathaly.

Early morning sunshine through the window bank bathed the floor in pink light. Nothing on Aite should be so picturesque. Yet here was a perfect morning, golden, cloudless, glorious, completely unmarred by the horrors Cerberus wrought.

And there in the middle of it stood Nathaly, in a t-shirt and men’s running shorts.

She hadn’t noticed him. Her body moved in a methodic pattern, steps, kicks, and punches made fluid by steady practice. Her every line shifted with an easy grace as she pivoted, muscles growing taut out of her long limbs and relaxing back into softer flanks, lost in the rhythm.

It had always been a joy to watch her move. Nathaly lived at peak physical condition and possessed an internal harmony with her body that married her will to her movements in complete synchronicity. The result was nothing short of beautiful. She was beautiful.

Alenko folded his arms and leaned against the doorway. He couldn’t bear to interrupt.

A few minutes passed until she returned to where she started, let out a slow breath, and caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. She blinked like coming out of trance. “Hey.”

“I came looking for you,” he said. It sounded completely inadequate to what he wanted to say. “Was that taekwondo?”

“I think?” She shrugged. The shirt bore a ragged spectre program logo and the slogan Spectre Strong in aggressive lettering. She picked them up in tourist shops; she thought they were hilarious. Quite the collection had gone down with the Normandy. “My parents put me into so many things as a kid, they all kind of run together.”

“I don’t remember you ever doing this in ’83.” Granted, he hadn’t often been up this early.

She shrugged, glancing off and rubbing her neck. Muttering. “It’s easier to clear my mind when I’m moving.”

Samara spoke from the floor, where she sat cross-legged. She didn’t so much as turn her head. “Learning to be still in mind and body is important, but for a beginner, especially one so physically inclined, such an exercise can be quite conducive to meditation.”

His turn to blink. She might as well have suggested Nathaly had taken up polka dancing. “Meditation?”

Nathaly bit her lip. “Yeah. Evidently it can be very helpful with anger management.” Then she looked at him directly. Nervous, but not defensive. “I meant it when I said I wanted to change.”

He had no idea what to say to that. It wasn’t that he hadn’t believed her, exactly. More that he assumed she had no grasp of why she’d lashed out, and he had no faith any promise she made to him on an issue involving her temper was likely to hold.

“Shepard has been diligent in practicing each morning,” said Samara, with a note of approval. “She has proven an excellent student.”

If anything, Nathaly only looked more embarrassed. “Yeah, anyway, I’m just surprised I remembered the forms after all this time. Muscle memory is nuts.”

He decided not to push it. He still felt like he needed some time to sit with this revelation himself, though it did make him feel warm. Loved, even. And he really didn’t know what to make of that. “What other kinds of stuff did you do? As a kid, I mean.”

“Oh, absolutely everything.” She was just as relieved to move off more serious topics. “Looking up available programs was practically the first thing they did at any new post. I’d be bouncing off the walls otherwise. There were martial arts of various kinds, soccer, gymnastics, an outdoor survival course, ballet, touch football at that one colony with only a dozen kids and that one overly-invested dad—”

“Ballet.” His eyebrows rose into his hair.

“Oh, I was terrible. Good enough at the positions and such, but no sense for the music.” She cocked her head. “You don’t believe me.”

He’d seen her dance. “It is a little hard to picture.”

She made a pfft sound, and turned her foot out, one hand touching the window for balance. He watched, eyes growing larger and larger as she arced her arm and lifted her leg with great deliberation, pausing briefly at her knee, and then raised it upward, until it was near vertical beside her head and his eyes were nearly falling out of their sockets. Nathaly winced as it reached full extension— out of practice, or the Cerberus modifications still wearing on her— and looked him dead in the eyes. “Go ahead, call me a liar.”

He found he couldn’t do more than stare. A sly grin spread across her mouth. “You’re picturing both legs up by my head, aren’t you.”

A faint blush grew hot on his face. It was impossible to look away. She snickered.

“Shepard,” Samara chided.

“Fine.” She sighed, put her leg down— to Alenko’s eternal disappointment— and began another form.

#wip whenever #nathaly shepard

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a-monsters-love · 4 years

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Spice

[Master List]

Art credit goes to: @ianterweb -- [Original Post]

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: swearing (obvi it’s Bakugo), blood, a drop of gore (not in a stomach churning way), toy guns, implied pining, spoilers if you haven’t watch season 4, mentioned of death, Slow Burn

Genre: angst, fluff, combat

Word count: 12k

Time Line: I extended the timeline around between the provisional licensing exam and the work study program, part of me doesn’t think irl they’d just thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire.

A/N / Inspiration: So I rewatched ATLA and honestly I really wanted a Ty Lee styled reader for this, like just upbeat and positive but irl she’s got demons. Also I fully believe Ty Lee could kick Bakugo’s ass, no one can change my mind. I firmly believe he needs an S/o who can just whoop his ass, part of me thinks that’s the only way he’d ever accept a crush or a relationship.

*So like, if (y/n) fought like Ty Lee who uses Tai Chi and Dim Mak (loosely translates to “Touch of Death” but we know it as chi blocking)

*All Tai Chi and Yoga pose names I fully researched

*don’t @ me for this but because their classes only carry 20 students I’m sacrificing our sweet boy Rikido Sato (code name: Sugarman) b/c I haven’t seen enough of his character to know how to write him :L #TheProverbialSacrificialGoat

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

(L/N) = Last Name

(H/C) = Hair Color

(S/C) = Skin Color

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/L) = Home Land i.e country of origin

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“Listen up.” Aizawa Sensei announced to the class dropping a book on his podium, gathering the classes attention he lazily sighs before speaking again. “As you’ve all noticed we still have an empty seat in the back of the class,” He points his hand in the general direction. “Moving forward, I have to introduce you to a new student to the class.” On cue the classroom door slides open, you walk in calmly despite your excitement. Your (H/C) hair is pulled up into a neat bun with your bangs clipped to the side, the only addition to your uniform being a pair of half palmed white gloves, you can feel everyone’s eyes scanning over you as you waltz in. “This is (L/N) (Y/N), I’ll let her introduce herself.” He finished as he stepped into his sleeping bag.

You glanced over at your new teacher, quickly understanding what kind of person he is before looking back at the class. “Hello, please feel free to call me (Y/N/N).” You giggle softly, “I just moved to Japan from (H/L) and it’s my understanding you guys have been together for sometime so I‘ll be in your care.” You smiled sweetly and gave a delicate bow.

“You’ll be sitting behind Koda,” He pointed to the obvious empty seat, “Between Ochaco and Shoto.” Aizawa Sensei made little effort to discern the two. “(Y/N) has already been moved into the dorms so I expect everyone to do their part in helping her get settled.”

You only smiled as you made your way to your desk, shaking hands and giving polite greeting to your new desk mates. The girl beside you made quick work of making friends with you, the boy in front of you was extremely shy but made his own effort to wave back at you. You listened in on the class as the morning babble began, whispers in curiosity and a few waves and smile. You can feel a creepy gaze that made your skin crawl and heard a single but loud tongue click. “Another extra.” You heard him groan, the comment only made you snort a bit before the lecture started.

You took color coded notes based off theme and what you decided or Aizawa Sensei said was important. Ochaco whispered about how cute your notes are causing you to whisper and explain why you did it. You noticed the way Shoto listened in on your organization explanation when you silently offered him a red and green pen. He took them both gratefully and confused at your action before deciding to make his own version of you system. When first period was over your desk was swarmed by your new classmates.

You smiled brightly as they all introduced themselves when a boy, who introduced himself as Iida, tried to dispel the mob. “No-no it’s okay, we have plenty of time to get acquainted anyway.” You reassured him bashfully as the slimy kid, who introduced himself as Mineta, got a little too close for comfort. You took great pleasure in watching the pink girl grab him by the ankle and drop him in the trash.

It was then that you heard a soft and almost awkward voice, “Can I ask what your quirk is?” Asked the green haired boy, Izuku is what someone called him.

“Of course!” You beamed, his clear anxiety from the question washes away as he pulled out a beat up notebook. “My quirk is called Molecular Regeneration, so basically Healing+, from what Aizawa-Sensei explained to me this morning I’ll be able to fully show everyone during gym.” You scanned over the group and motioned for Denki to come over. “I can heal little things like this pimple-“ You removed a glove and tapped his skin, fading the pimple away. “To great wounds, within reason of course. I have to eat a ton of food for the carbs, fats, proteins and all the extra good stuff if I use my quirk excessively but it’s a trade off I’m happy to make.” You put your glove back on and rubbed the back of your neck as you watched Izuku beam and start spiraling as he took notes. One of the other students explained that he does that often.

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During gym everyone was paired up to fight, for practical and strategical purposes. Everyone gasped when Aizawa paired you up with Bakugo, saying it was cruel and you were new. You giggled at their concern, knowing full well that you could and have taken the blunt of an actual bomb and come out fine. Well fine-ish. “I paired them up purposely because I know he’ll be able to go all out and she’ll be fine.” He droned at his gaping students.

Each pair took turns, you watched everyone fight, analyzing their fighting styles noting where they went wrong. Your mother was a trained martial artist so you learned at a young age to do this. When your turn arrived you were excited to finally get up. You decided to take off your shoes as the boots you were provided weren’t practical for how you fought. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a girl.” Bakugo hissed.

You just smiled widely, “I’d be insulted if you did.” You chuckled, stretching a bit before getting into the Brush Knee starting position, legs spread slightly with a bent knee, one palm flat towards the ground and the other raised facing the boy. You looked relaxed, which seemed to anger him. As Aizawa blew his whistle he was quick to charge, when he got close you slapped his inner wrist the back of each hand. This pushes his arms to his sides as you twist around him and aggressively push on his spine with your palm causing him to falter forward. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re a boy.” You teased at him, the face he made was that of confused rage.

“You think you can beat me with a few slaps?” He chided, earning a laugh from you as he charged again.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” You snorted.

His wrists sparked as he aimed to use his quirk on you, “We’ll see about that.” You could almost hear amusement in his voice as he made a circle out of one hand and shot exploding bullets at you. You barely managed to dodge as you pushed yourself into a backhand spring, you confused him when you used your arms to push towards him.

He went to use and exploding hand to punch at you as you jabbed repetitively at his quirk fueled arm. His explosion dissipating as his arm went limp. “I suppose we will.” You beamed close to his face before failing to see the swift kick he struck your side with, easily throwing you from your close proximity. You chuckled a bit with a small cough as you skidded in the distance, didn’t see that coming.

“What the fuck did you do to my arm?” He demanded an answer as you ran back and cartwheeled towards him using the propulsion to jump at him, aiming a leg to kick him from the side. Knowing he’d reflexively block the kick when you were close you used your other foot to kick his chin upwards.

Your kick was successful and satisfying, “Dim Mak, also known as Chi Blocking.” When he regained his stance from your kick you jabbed at his other arm causing it to go limp. You stood beside him as he groveled a bit. “And with that~ I think I win, I don’t think it’s much of a fair fight at this point.” You smiled sweetly at him.

Aizawa whistled again to end the match, you grabbed Bakugo’s wrist shaking the limp limb to Aizawa when you heard a pop, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You quietly warned him still holding his wrist with a smirk but being who he is as a person the hand you held exploded with his quirk.

You heard an audible scream from the class, after the dust dispersed your hand was basically gone. Your radius and ulna bones were cracked and broken poking up from your tattered forearm, blood splattered across both your face and Bakugo’s. All the rage that quelled in his system wiped clean with a guilty and horrified expression, seeing the blood that soaked part of your hair and the mess he created. “Oh fuck, I-“ He started but realized you were still smiling, even as blood dropped down your arm. Aizawa groaned loudly.

“Well, that was… spicy.” You snorted. Within moments the bones started to grow where your hand once was, thick red muscles climbed the bones followed by skin. You were regenerating your hand, you smiled but your gaze was dark as you stared at him. “I told you not to do that.” Using your newly regrown hand you punched him in the side of the face causing him to hit the floor, hard.

“I deserved that one.” He mumbled quietly on the ground, you stood over him smiling smugly.

“Come on, get up and let me fix your arms.” You waved for him to sit up before looking to Aizawa, “I’m leaving early after this for a shower.”

“Please.” He sighed, sending up the next group who were just staring at you in a mix of horror and awe. “We don’t have all day.” Aizawa said.

You sat Bakugo down and sat behind him, almost forcing him to lean his back into your knees and shins. “Alright, Spice, let me fix your nerves.” You removed the glove that didn’t get blow up and pulled at a limp arm, using your quirk to heal the damaged nerves as well as massaging into pressure points to release the tension you forced into his blood stream. He groaned in agony before sighing in relief.

When you were done he rubbed his arms and hands as the prior numbness faded, he looked back at you as you decided to heal the burnt skin on your shoulder and cheek. You smirked when you caught his gaze on you, he ruffled his hair aggressively as he got up and ushered you to follow him. You both needed to head to the dorms to clean up, as you followed behind him you heard him mumble. “I’m sorry.” He earned a chuckle out of you causing him to look back. I just blew up your literal arm to the bones and you were acting like a ray of fucking sunshine, he thought to himself as confusion knitted his brows. “I’m not sure what happened, I didn’t know I could be that lethal.” He admitted almost hissing out the words as if they were painful.

“I’m not mad, Aizawa paired me up with you for that reason.” You shrugged bashfully, “And what happened back there was kinda… mostly my fault..” Your admission seemed to confuse him more. “When I jabbed you’re arms I disrupted your blood flow and by default your quirk. You have a strong one so it essentially grew like an actual bomb and exploded more or less on its own.” He watched you explain, you just hoped he wouldn’t feel too guilty. “Look. If you’re sorry just get me lunch or something, Spice.” You smiled softly at the comment as you finally got to the dorm, making your way to your rooms to grab a change of clothing and then to your respective bathrooms to shower.

Bakugo grumbled over the whole ordeal before settling on the new nickname you’ve given him. Spice. What the fuck is that about, he couldn’t wrap his head around it but he learned quickly that he wouldn’t be able to stop you. You made that clear when you essentially wiped the floor with him, the thought of that made him yell out in frustration. “Stupid girl.” He hissed as he got dressed.

You were waiting for him at the door in a fitted t-shirt and your gym shorts. Flitting through your phone aimlessly, he noticed your usual smile was gone. Replaced with something bored and almost listless, when you noticed him your lips curled at the edges into a soft smile. “Come on, Spice.” You waved for him as you opened the front door.

“Stop calling me that.” He snapped, frustrating that he could tell you wouldn’t.

You snorted with a loud ‘HA’, “Would you prefer Spicy Boy? Blasty? Bomb-dot-com? Oh! What about Limb Remover?”

Bakugo groaned trying to walk faster than you, “No!” He hissed at you, eliciting a hearty laugh from you.

“Spice it is.” You wink as you took lead almost skipping in front of him. He groaned loudly as you joined the rest of your class before gym was over. The two of you bickered back and forth for sometime and you could only laugh at his rising and dwindling frustration. Kirishima joined the conversation, fist bumping the only other person he could imagine withstanding an explosion from Bakugo. You could hear Izuku spiraling behind you and decided to turn a bit to answer his questions. “I’ve never successfully grown other people’s limbs or organs back but I can accelerate growth of, like, hair and finger nails.” You commented to one of his questions. “Though if you’re arm got like cut off cleanly I could potentially reattach it, I imagine it wouldn’t feel the same though.” You scratched at your damp hair that was now down from its bun to dry, your mouth was slanted not quite a frown but it was obvious to anyone that the gears in your head were spinning.

Bakugo just stared at you with half lidded eyes as you spoke, part of him wanted to hiss at Deku to piss off with his nerdy ass research note book. However when you pulled the note book from Izuku’s hands and flitted through it with knitted brows and scold him for the condition of the note book it almost earned you a laugh. Almost. When you asked about the burns on the notebook he was hesitant to answer, “Accidents happen.” Was all he managed, you gave him a raised eyebrow but didn’t pester the topic.

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At lunch you had lost sight of Bakugo and didn’t think much of it, you were quickly wrangled by the girls of class 1-A as you paid for your meal, they pulled you to a table where you sat with Asui, Ochaco, Shoto, Izuku and Iida. You were quiet listening in on their conversations, providing a comment when needed as you quickly ate your food. You temporarily sated your stomach, knowing you should eat more before your quirk absorbed the contents of your stomach. You got up to put your tray away, running into Bakugo on the way back. “Hey, Spice. I lost you for a minute.” You snickered at him, he just grunted and rolled his eyes. Dragging you back to the lines to get lunch, or in this case a second helping. He didn’t say anything as you waited in line with him, he paid for your meal and made sure you received it before walking off. Waving a lazy hand back at you. “Prideful brat.” You snickered to yourself before rejoining your table.

“What’s all that?” Asui asked.

“Bakugo bought me lunch,” The table gaped at your comment. “As an apology for blowing up my arm.” You said pointedly, “Plus my quirk already started to absorb what I got earlier since I had to regrow a limb.” You half sighed half laughed at the comment. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you guys.” You rubbed your neck, this was a tell for you.

Shoto shrugged, you knew Izuku nerded out on what happened, “We’ve seen scary quirks, yours wasn’t as scary as the situation, kero.” Asui said, Ochaco nodded fervently in agreement.

You sighed in relief and started eating gleefully. This hit the spot, you were grateful to Bakugo even though it was your idea.

——

At the end of the day you followed your class back to the dorms, making quick work to get into your comfy clothes. You wore a short (but not quite cropped) shitty band shirt and a pair of high waisted pajama shorts that were just long enough to keep yourself covered if you stretched. You sat at the bar with a book as you idly watched Momo file through the kitchen. She offered tea which you happily accepted, discussing each of your preferences. You were a big fan of spiced drinks, chai’s more often than not.

Iida made his way to you not too long after with a schedule in hand, it showed everyone’s chores and what days they do them and with whom. He had added you to the schedule, noting that you had been paired with Bakugo on a large handful of occasions. Iida mentioned that you were one of the few who made it clear that you could clearly handle him he decided to rearrange the schedule as such to relieve some stress from your other classmates. You laughed and agreed that it would probably be for the best.

The evening droned on a bit before dinner, you offered to help Izuku and Ochaco in the kitchen since you gave everyone quite the scare earlier. They both happily agreed, you helped out and decided to make a side dish your mom always made at home when you had a bad day. It was simple and it always seemed to cleanse the palate. When you let it simmer you made quick work of pulling out plates to serve at the table, helping Ochaco and Izuku when something started going awry.

When dinner was served and everyone was seated you weren’t sure where to sit until Kirishima dragged you to sit with him, Mina, Denki, Bakugo and Sero. You laughed, figuring you sat with the others at lunch. “Fine, fine, I’ll sit just stop dragging me.” You sat in the middle of the table between Bakugo and Kirishima, who asked loads of questions about your fighting style. “Oh, it’s just Tai Chi.”

“You mean that thing old people do at the crack of dawn?” Denki asked, that’s definitely not what he expected.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Tai Chi is a form of defensive martial arts that can also be used for meditation.” You ate a bit before continuing. “When used offensively the base principal of it is redirection, our bodies are covered in pressure points that-“ You took a sip of water. “If hit hard enough can fuck up your opponents whole fighting position and quickly turn the tables.”

“You still never explained what you did to my arms.” Bakugo hissed, almost pouting as he ate.

You scoffed, “Yes I did! I told you on the way back to the dorm after you blew up my arm!” You laughed, “I can explain it again if it didn’t make sense, Spice.”

The other boys and Mina snorted at the new nickname, “Please explain,” Sero managed to laugh out.

“Okay. So, the fighting style for that is called Dim Mak, which means ‘Touch of Death’. Essentially I hit all the right pressure points directly to disrupt his blow flow, disabling his arms and quelling his quirk. Well, until the end.” You rubbed your neck bashfully at your mistake. “With Tai Chi you only hit pressure points to redirect, not do damage to the nervous system.”

The other four just laughed, Bakugo just grunted and rolled his eyes as he ate. When they moved to the side dish you made Denki and Sero almost inhaled it. “This is so good, what is it?” Denki asked, knowing you helped in the kitchen.

“Oh, I made that. It’s [Food Name], just comfort food my mom always made for me when I had a bad day. I gave everybody a good scare today so I figured it’s be nice to have.” You shrugged to him nonchalantly, not noticing Bakugo had also made quick work of the dish.

“I’m gonna need seconds of this.” He snorted getting up.

You didn’t say much else while you ate, eating was a reprieve for you. When you finished your dishes you let out a happy sigh. Finally satiated for the day, you leaned over to Bakugo as he finished eating. “You never gave me a chance to thank you for lunch.” You gave him a smile before getting up to clear the table of empty dishes to return to the kitchen.

“Shut up.” He snapped, following your actions as you walked into the kitchen. You hummed at his response, figuring he was too prideful.

“Well, thank you none the less, I would’ve been starved if it weren’t for you.” You snicker, Bakugo just crossed his arms and looked at the time. You heard Mina call for you and ask if you wanted to watch a movie before bed, “Of course!” You call back, “You gonna join us Spice?” Looking back at him with a tired smile.

“No.” He retorted quickly before leaving the kitchen heading towards his dorm, hearing a faint ‘good night’ from you.

You join your new pink friend who loops her arm in yours pulling you to the living room where you sat almost snuggled between her, a pillow and Ochaco. You were cozy enough to fall asleep but every movement either of the girls made roused you. You remembered seeing this movie once, letting you answer a few questions anyone had without spoilers. “Damn,” You mumbled to yourself with a yawn, realizing how tired you actually were. You shook Mina, whispering that you were heading to bed before sliding over the back of the couch. You waved a lazy good night to the others who noticed and headed to your room.

——

The next morning you woke to the sun rising and danced across your eye lids, getting a good pop filled stretch before crawling out of the warm comfort of your blankets. Your morning routine was simple, brush your teeth, sort out your hair, wash your face, down a glass of water, make tea, listen to music and practice your morning yoga and tai chi filled exercises. You decided to wear your gym shorts for stretching; not with a creep like Mineta in the house, you thought storing your pajamas. You walk to the patio out front, enjoying the brisk morning air before setting down your tea on the banister. You had your Bluetooth headphones in and placed your phone on the windowsill. You made basic stretches to loosen up before grabbing your ankles as you bent into a full uttanasana, you stretch up pulling your leg to a natarajasana but pulling your foot closer to the back of your head before switching legs. Continuing this for sometime before starting your Tai Chi, ‘fickle habits lead to fickle lives’ your mother mantra played in your mind frustratingly.

Bakugo has always been the ‘first to bed - first to rise’ type of person. In the dorms this gave him more liberties in the morning, as he had a tendency to walk out of his room to the showers in boxers and maybe a t-shirt most mornings. The last thing he was expecting was to see the electric kettle steaming after it’s obvious use. His eyes darted around, listening keenly to the main lobby of the dorm. He didn’t hear anything inside but spotted a phone outside of the building on the windowsill. Bakugo’s sight narrowed in before realizing he was walking towards it to see who the fuck is outside at this hour, or if someone left it outside on accident. He stepped slowly seeing you stretching on the patio, he couldn’t hear anything but he noticed the device was lit up playing music. Holy shit she’s listening to aggressive rap, he thought spotting the song title. The playlist was labeled ‘✨ GOOD MORNING ✨’ he snorted at the idea of that being morning music, the song changed to some classic punk rock song he recognized. He decided to leave you be, he would never admit it but he absolutely took in the sight of you before shuffling to the bathroom to start his own morning routine.

When you finished your morning routine you made haste to grab your uniform and run to the shower. When you got out you saw Bakugo in the kitchen preparing what you assumed was his breakfast. “Good morning, Spice.” You said sweetly.

You just hear a grunt from him when you sat down to dry your hair properly, “Morning.” You hear him quietly mutter, as he brought out a plate with his breakfast. “Dry your hair properly.” He hissed, you snorted and continued working the dampness from your hair.

Once you were satisfied you finished buttoning your uniform top and tying the tie, you left for a moment to return your towel to its home and pull your hair into a bun. Clipping back your mostly dry bangs as you returned to the lobby, “Whatever you made smells great,” You made your way to the kitchen for a second cup of tea. “Want tea?” You asked in passing. He grumbled something but didn’t say no so you made him a glass anyway, letting them steep as you made your way to your room to grab your book bag. When you got back and the tea had settled you placed a glass in front of the seemingly agitated blonde. Making breakfast for yourself and joined him at the table. You ate and flitted through yesterday’s notes.

Bakugo watched you out of the corner of his eye, you were so casual as if you’d been here the whole time. Something about you frustrated him endlessly, he figured he’d be able to narrow it down later. He begrudgingly accepted the tea, it was spicier than he expected. He wondered if this was a jab at him with the shitty nickname you’d bestowed him with.

—

A couple weeks passed quickly as you adjusted to your life at UA, you spent your early mornings with Bakugo before the other lazily made their way to the lobby, class began, then gym, then lunch, more classes, back to the dorms for a mix of homework and playtime with dinner somewhere in the mix.

One weekend you decided to sleep in, which was a mistake as Mina had invited herself into your room and tackled your sleeping form. Eliciting a great squeal from you and you both ended up on floor with a loud *THUD*. “You know. I’m gonna skip the ‘what is wrong with you’ and go straight for the why, Mina.” You groaned, groveling on the floor at her excited stupor.

“We’re going to the mall! Get up! Get dressed!” She was bouncing at you as you slumped upon the floor, calves still on your bed. “Come ooonnn (Y/N/N)!!”

You snorted at her, “Fine, give me 20 minutes.” With that she was gone as fast as she came, you stood and pulled out your casual clothes you now rarely got to wear. Throwing on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, a fitted white crop top, a thin burnt amber cardigan that went down to your calves, topped with honey brown softly pointed ankle boots. You left your hair loose aside from pulling your bangs upright to clip them back, providing a small bumped look you could live with. You grabbed your small purse that slings across your shoulders only holding your phone and wallet and a pair of round darkly tinted sun glasses before meeting up with the Bakugang. Mina gaped at your outfit excitedly, all four boys on the other hand just stared. “Too much? It’s just casual wear.” You shrugged and offered a soft but awkward smile.

“Shut up, you look great!” Mina snorted, she wore a loose crop top that hung just above the belt line of her skinny jeans, “You have plenty of time to check (Y/N/N) today idiots, let’s go!” She looped her arm with yours and almost dragging you along.

You never cared to much for shopping, you had what you needed and what you liked but you enjoyed spending time with the Bakugang outside of UA. Mina asked you about what your makeup preferences were and you admitted that you knew little regarding the topic. The boys whined to eat, “I’m always game for food.” You snorted, you were being dragged around more than anything anyway.

You all sat around a table in the mall talking about nonsense, eating your respective lunches. They quickly got used to just how much you ate, much to your relief. When lunch was over the six of you ended up in an arcade, you and Denki played a shooting game with the big plastic colorful guns. Denki grabbed the red plastic cabled hand gun leaving you with the bright orange cabled shot gun. You snorted when he thought he had the better gun. “HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS?” He whined as he watched you take shot after shot.

“The keener the eye the better the hero, also my dad was big into hunting back in (H/L).” You chuckled, “Both of my parents are Quirkless so they reveled in what they could.” You quickly beat the game, re-holstering the plastic gun you collect your almost endless stream of tickets. “You can imagine I was a huge surprise for them.” Sero snorted and agreed at your last comment.

You made an abysmal attempt to fold up your tickets when Kirishima pulled you into some game him and Bakugo were playing. You were sure the blonde would get you guys kicked out as he seemed to be intent on destroying the game itself. You laughed loudly at him yelling “DIE!!” And “I’LL KILL YOU!!” At the console. Mina pulled you to play skee-ball next to them, you made for a mediocre game as you couldn’t stop laughing at Bakugo’s video game rage.

You managed though, collecting more tickets and playing another round as Mina, Sero, Denki and you made a bet. The person with the lowest score would have to calm the blonde down. “Game on!” Denki puffed, you smirked cheekily as the challenge began.

After about 5 minutes the four of you were neck in neck with high scores but you fell short of third place. You groaned, collecting your tickets. Mina and Denki wiggled their eyebrows at you and Sero just laughed at your dismay, “Fine!” You laughed, walking over the the blonde on the verge of explosion. “Hey, Spice?” You placed your gloved hand on his shoulder. He snapped at you, scowling at your disruption. “Help me pick out a prize with my tickets?” You didn’t wear your usual smile, your brows knitted, concerned about the potential problem if he blew up the game.

Bakugo could almost breathe fire at you in his rage, but the concerned look you gave him threw him off. He just tossed up his hands and almost growled before crossing his arms letting you usher him to the prize table with a relieved smile. Sero, Mina, Denki and Kirishima were floored; their jaws slack at the ease at which you had simmered him and removed him from the game he almost blew up. They all looked at each other with devious grins as they huddled together.

At the prize table you had to put all your tickets into some machine that counted them out, “Thanks for agreeing to help me.” You smiled up at him as he unraveled the mess of tickets you had. He just grunted and huffed in response, he wasn’t a big talker outside of when he screamed about being the best or when he got mad. When he did talk you could tell he put thought into his words, even when he wasn’t talking to you. When all the tickets were counted out you were directed to the charm section of the prize table. “What do you think?” You pestered him.

He squatted down, eyeing most of the girly charms. He didn’t know what girls liked, he watched you look over the more boyish themed charms. “I don’t know,” He hissed, “What’s the point of this anyway.”

“Making memories.” You smiled into the glass, spotting a charm that caught your eye. “Oh! Can I look at that one?” You asked the staff behind the counter, the pulled out a little bob-omb phone charm. You snickered at it, “How do we feel about this one?” You handed it to him, he just stared at it with knitted brows before scowling at you. “What??”

“It’s a bomb.” He said.

“So are you.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s cute.”

With a over dramatic “TCH.” He handed it back, “Well I guess that’s the one then.” He rolled his own eyes, “Why did you ask for my help if you didn’t need it?”

You handed you ticket stub to the staff and looped the charm onto your phone, “I didn’t know I wouldn’t need your help.” You pushed him back towards the group, “Come on, I think everyone is burnt out on games.”

Before leaving the arcade everyone found a one of those kawaii photo booths. Mina somehow managed to usher everyone in, her and the other three boys pushed you and Bakugo together, you took the standard photos, Kirishima managed to swindle the ‘Glamouroki’ face out of Bakugo for the final ‘funny face’ photo. You, Mina and Denki burst into tears of laughter at the scene, Sero wheezed into the side of the booth. The face was now encapsulated for all of time in the photo booth six sticker sheets. You slipped the photo behind your clear phone case, making sure not to stick it down. “God. We have to keep this forever.” Mina cried out.

“That was solid gold.” You wheezed out wiping your face, Bakugo shouted and hit Kirishimas hardened head when he figured out it was photographed. “Holy shit, that couldn’t have been more perfect.” You panted taking a deep breath.

“Let grab a few drinks before heading home.” Kirishima cried out from his own laughter, you all agreed. Heading to a vending machine on your way out.

——

The next day after finishing weekend homework the bakugang decided to have a movie night. You noticed that Mina and the boys had been pushing you and Bakugo together, not that you minded but you couldn’t pin point why so you shrugged off the thought. It had been decided that the four of them would prepare snack and drinks if you and Bakugo would pick a movie. “Soo- they’re clearly plotting something,” You joked at the blonde as you both dig through his movie collection. “Should we pick a movie they can’t handle as revenge?” This elicited a laugh out of him.

“I didn’t think ‘little miss sunshine and rainbows’ would come up with such a devious idea.” He snorted at you.

“Sunshine and Rainbows only appear after a dark storm.” You smirked while pointing at him.

He laughed, you almost dropped the DVD you were looking at when you heard it. “Oh, this is gonna be great.” The two of you picked the most gruesome and twisted movie you could find in his collection. Putting it in his DVD player before the others returned. You and Bakugo were chuckling at each other, unwittingly it seemed to excite the other four. You and Bakugo sat on his bed as the rest sat choice-fully on the floor. Denki turned off the lights as Mina sorted out snacks so everyone could reach them and passed around drinks.

They movie started fine, easily pulling them in, you stifled laughter. Bakugo was much better at doing that, though he had a smirk plastered onto his face. You adjusted yourself to pulling your knees up to your chest comfortably, to an outside perspective your were preparing for the movie to get more twisted, from Bakugo’s perspective he just noted a smile that curled at your lips behind your hands that rested on your knees. He started to get irritated with how much attention he paid to you. The simple ways you shifted as the movie dragged on, the excitement that built up causing you to bite your bottom lip. He had the urge to smack you and telling you to stop biting your lip. He shook his head at the thought. Nope, nu-uh. These are not thoughts he was ready to have. He forced his attention from you and focused on the movie with knitted brows.

You adjusted again, crossing your legs and grasping your ankles in anticipation. Part of you was totally enthralled in the movie, you love this stuff, the other part was excited for the wicked prank you and Bakugo had setup for your poor unwitting friends. The first scene that got to them came, enticing a loud set of screeches from the four on the floor and you had gasped at the scene jumping a little and then a chuckle at their responses. You looked back at Bakugo who was already looking at you and beamed, “Success.” You whispered at him, he smirked back and nodded before your attention was back on the screen.

By the time the movie was over you firmly believe you traumatized the four, “WHY WOULD YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON.” Mina whisper yelled.

You and Bakugo glanced at each other from where you sat on the bed and laughed softly, “I thought it was a good movie.” You retorted.

“You guys are a bunch of babies, if you want to watch something soft you pick the movie.” Bakugo snorted waving a hand at the movie collection, it was movie night after all.

Denki looked a little brain fried as Mina and Kirishima darted to the movie collection to pick something to quell their pained minds. You laughed again, sliding off the bed as you looked at the time. “It’s getting late, we can afford one more movie but I’m gonna go change.”

You made your way out of Bakugo’s room to yours, you tossed your hair up in a messy bun and threw on a baggy shirt, a pair of shorts and a warm cardigan. Quickly making your way back to his room when you hear bickering. “Don’t you dare, that’s (Y/N/N)’s!” You hear Mina say.

You poke your head in to see her wrangling your phone from Bakugo’s grip, trying to get the photo you slid into your case out. “Oh-ho.” You piped out, “I see, I can’t trust you with my belongings.” You snorted, knowing how he felt about the hilarious photo. You slid in quickly snatching your phone from them both before finding your barely warm spot still on the bed.

Mina huffed in success and Bakugo just crossed his arms, “It’s just a stupid photo.” He grumbled.

“It’s my stupid photo, Spice.” You said, “And if you try to take it again I’ll print large poster versions of it and plaster it to every wall in the school.” You chided at him with an almost evil smirk.

He groaned and Mina turned the lights back off as the next movie played. You felt Bakugo’s knee tap yours, as if it was some silent confirmation of your words. Your smile softened a bit and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His scowl still ever present but softer than his usual. Kirishima yawned, causing everyone else to yawn. You cozied yourself in your sweater against the wall as you watched the movie with half lidded eyes. Your shoulders slouched a bit and you ended up leaning you arm into Bakugo, who just stiffened at the action. This kept you awake through the movie, not that you were paying it any attention to it.

Bakugo on the other hand was now wide awake due to your sudden touch into his arm, this is not how he expected things to go. Though your prank was an absolute success, he wasn’t prepared for the aftermath. He was irritated and confused at your current actions, you should be angry at him not leaning into him! Did he want you to be mad at him? He couldn’t think straight.

As soon as the movie ended he ushered everyone out, even you in your sleepy stupor. You and Mina just looped arms and made your way back to the girls side of the building, triple checking that you had your phone.

You knocked out quickly when you got to your room, you had a great weekend. Bakugo didn’t have such luck, he just assumed you showed anger different ways and made a mental list of what to do about it before he had the luxury of sleep.

——

The next morning you were back to your usual routine, however you found you weren’t the first one up. You watched the blonde cook in the kitchen before starting your routine, you got ready to exercise when you decided to disturb him. “Good morning, Spice. Food smells great, as usual.”

You watch his frame stiffen, but grunt as usual, “Morning, (Y/N).” He groaned, maybe he slept on the wrong side of the bed? You thought, continuing your stare at him.

“I’m gonna work out, come grab me if you need anything, okay?” You offered but he just waved you off stiffly. You got to your work out, followed by a shower and drying your hair properly so you didn’t have to listen to Bakugo whine about it. Making your way back to the kitchen to make tea for the both of you. The blonde just stiffened at your presence in the kitchen so you made quick work of the tea, this morning was different though. Bakugo had made breakfast for you too, uh oh. You thought, something must’ve happened. “Are you alright?” You asked staring in surprise, “Not that I’m not elated to try your cooking but-“ You were cut off by him shaking his head and starting to eat.

You watched him for a minute before started to eat as well, holy shit. Was all you could think, “This is really good.” You said softly, smiling as you quickly ate.

He still didn’t say anything, you wondered what snapped in him. You finished quickly and when he was done he collected your dishes. Finishing his cooking in the kitchen after the rice cooker pinged. You flitted through your papers making sure everything was in order for the day when you hear a *thump* beside you. You looked over and it was a larger than average bento, wrapped neatly. You just cocked an eyebrow at it and looked at Bakugo, “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?” He’s clearly broken this morning. “Are you sick?” He scowled down at you, differently than you’ve seen before. He just let out a frustrated noise at your confused behavior.

You watch him for a moment before anything happens, he just pushes out the chair beside you and sits crossing his arms scowling differently at you. “The last time you were weirdly quiet and gave me lunch as when you blew up my hand...” You lean your head back thinking before it clicks. “Oh my god, is this about the sticker??”

He just groans in frustration, “Obviously! Your probably furious with me!” He hissed, watching your form relax, no smile in sight just concern. “I don’t fucking know!” He threw his hands out.

You put your hand to your face, a chuckle escaped you and turned to a hearty laugh, “Katsuki.” He flinched, that’s the first time you’ve said his name. “I’m not mad, that sticker is just a fucking sticker. I only wanted to keep it because it’s an original. Those photo booths have an option to email the photos, so I have a digital copy.” You pull out your phone and hand it to him. “If you don’t want me to have it to the point of this much guilt or frustration, take it. I won’t fight you, Spice.”

He stared at you in awe, now he just felt like a fucking idiot. His brain was addled with you over some stupid fucking sticker. What is going on with me?? You seemed to agree that he was losing his shit, not that you even knew it was about you. He pushed your phone back towards you and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry about it.” Was all he said before he got up to clean, leaving you with both photo and bento. He doesn’t say anything to you for the rest of the morning as he disappears to finish getting ready for school.

——

A few days passed and Kirishima brought up the provisional licensing exams that passed before you transferred in. “He probably would have passed if you were there (Y/N).” Kirishima says in passing. You had asked him how they did the testing in Japan.

You hummed at the comment before looking at the redhead, “I don’t think I could have made him be nice to people.” You shrugged a bit, he only failed because he’s abrasive. “He doesn’t yell at me because I’ve proven I can kick his ass.” The comment makes you both chuckle but Bakugo just shouts out in the distance, you both only laugh harder.

That morning the class found out about the work study program, you weren’t here for the sports festival so your options were more limited. Ochaco wanted to introduce you to GunHead but he wasn’t taking work study students; Aizawa said Amajiki-Senpai would introduce you and Kirishima to Fatgum. The two of you fist bump at the offer knowing full well that your friend harassed the poor kid into it. No one could foresee the events that followed.

You found yourself in a meeting discussing the take down of a Yukuza crime syndicate and the rescue of a small girl named Eri. The details of the situation she was in made your stomach churn. Over the next few days you found yourself hanging out with Kirishima, Ochaco, Asui and Izuku more. You all were brooding over the up coming event, your normal routine didn’t change much but the event pulled the 5 of you together. On movie night Denki decided to bring it up to you and Kirishima, you both just kind of looked at each other before making up some bullshit answer. “Honestly, the work study program is just a lot more than we expected. We were just brooding about it.” Was all you could manage, you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably. You hear Bakugo click his tongue at the blatant lie but you couldn’t defend yourself. It was getting harder to wear your usual smile while waiting for a message for the raid.

—

The day of the raid was devastating, even though the raid itself went by a lot faster than you had expected. You rode in the ambulance with Sir Night Eye, keeping him stable until you arrived at the hospital. You can’t regrow other people’s missing organs but you did everything you could, you just sobbed for most of the time. You were lucky you didn’t receive any damages that would have you stuck in the hospital, you helped heal everyone’s wounds to get them out sooner but it was draining. A few hero’s who claimed to be in your debt brought food to you as you ran around the hospital. Forcing you to sit down and eat, you thanked them telling them they didn’t have to but they waved off the comment.

——

A few days later you were sitting, curled up in the corner and arm of a couch, in the common room in the middle of the night, you didn’t want to be stuffed in your room anymore. You felt like your tears dried out, you just sat staring at your phone screen when you heard foot steps from behind. You payed no mind to it as they walked into the kitchen, you’ve been staring at the same page on your phone trying to focus until the other person spoke, “It’s the middle of the night, go to bed dumbass.” You looked up to see Bakugo, he was right but something made tears bubble in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill.

Bakugo had just run down to get a bottle of water when he saw you sitting on the couch, you were just on your phone so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t doing that in your room. After he spoke up he turned to face you, he saw tears in your eyes as they slowly ran down your cheeks. He panicked he’d never admit that, he walked over and squat down in front of you. He didn’t say anything but he just stared up at you with his brows knitted. “S-sorry. Ah-I just, I d-don’t-“ You stuttered and rubbed your eyes furiously.

He clicked his tongue, “Shut up.” He hissed, he hears what ever you were going to say hitch in your throat and you try to stifle your tears. “That’s not- ugh.“ He cut himself off, comforting people wasn’t in the list of things he was good at. Bakugo gets up from were he was squatting and walks back into the kitchen. When he gets back he hands you water bottle and sits down next to you. “Drink.”

Your hands were shaking but you managed to open the bottle and take a sip, Bakugo finally got a glance at the mess behind your hands. Your (E/C) eyes were red and puffy, the skin around them was raw, your nose and cheeks were irritated from being rubbed at. His brows knit further watching you struggle to put the lid back on. He just snatched the lid and puts it back on for you, “T-thanks.” You sputtered at him, “Sorry, I’m a mess aren’t I?” You force our a small chuckle, he only clicks his tongue.

“Stop apologizing when you’ve done nothing wrong!” He whisper yells at you, you nod at him from behind your hands as they made their way back to your face. “Stop that!” He grabbed your wrists causing you to look at him, when he hoped you’d stop abusing your pretty face he let go of your wrists and grabbed your ankles. You almost yelped at the action as he just lifted them up and aggressively scooted closer, dropping your legs over his lap. “What the fuck is so wrong that’s got Little Miss Sunshine in tears?” He hissed at you.

You almost gaped at him, who is this and what have they done with Bakugo?? As soon as you snapped back to reality you wrapped your arms around your thighs, tears still dripping out of your eyes. “I just, I feel like a failure.” You go on to explain the raid, how messed up Kirishima and Tamaki-senpai got and the loss of Sir Night Eye. “I should’ve been able to do more!” You whisper yelled through tears, “My quirk is molecular regeneration for fucks sake!” You dropped your head into your knees, sobbing quietly.

Bakugo had crossed his arms and listened as you explained everything. Kirishima was his best friend sure but even he knows there’s a limit to every quirk. “(Y/N).” You lifted your head to look at him. “You’re not a fucking miracle worker.” He adjusted in his seat, propping an arm up on the back of the couch and leaning his head into his fist, you felt him adjust which made you focus for the first time on his close proximity. You went to say something back but nothing came out, you dropped your chin onto your knees and let the tears stream thinking about what he said. You knew he was right, you used your quirk a ton before Kirishima and Sir Night Eye were even brought out, even the medic staff thanked you greatly for keeping Sir Night Eye stable the whole way to the hospital. “This is a part of working as a Hero.” He grumbled.

You stayed quiet for some time before responding, “I know.” You tilted to the side and leaned into the blonde, your tears slowing. Your head and knees leaned into his chest lightly, you could feel him stiffen at the action. You went to sit up properly when you felt him pull you back roughly, you let out a small ‘oof’ at the action. The whole situation bubbles up in your stomach, causing you to giggle through what’s left of your tears. “If you keep being nice to me I might have to call you Sweets instead of Spice.” You snorted out softly.

You could feel him stifle a chuckle before clicking his tongue, “Shut up!” He growled, “Don’t even think about telling anyone I was soft with you once!”

You chuckle a bit and lift your head to look at him, wiping your face with your shirt. “You really think I’d share such a sappy moment about you? Nuh-uh, this is my memory.” You chuckle a bit and lean back into him, missing the blush that decorated his scowling face. The two of you stayed like that for awhile before he convinced you that you were tired and should go to bed, you groaned and yawned before you begrudgingly agreed.

The next day Bakugo invited told you to go with him to see Kirishima, you agreed a bit reluctantly. He basically dragged you by the wrist the entire way there, you blushed over the action but didn’t argue. When you arrived Bakugo watched you in a bit of confusion as you were basically on a first name basis with the nurses, and older nurse had pulled you into a big hug that elicited a loud whine from you. They laughed and sent the two of you up to the room where Kirishima was. When you opened up the door you found the redhead was wide awake, he offered a bright smile that just made you cry again. Visible panic set in his face and Bakugo dragged you in by the hand to sit next to him, he explained the situation to his friend and the two let you sob. “I heard about everything you did.” Kirishima said, “I get where you’re coming from but you did a lot (Y/N/N). Like a lot-a lot.” He told Bakugo about what he heard from the nurses and Fatgum about your frenzy around the hospital with all the hero’s and officers who were at the raid.

“I’m sorry for getting upset.” You mumbled, “I just feel stupid. I know what I signed up for when I decided to go into the field of Heroism, but this was just a kick to the gut.” You rubbed your temples a bit, “Honestly, having my arm blown up was better than being this unprepared.” You sputtered, this earned a chuckle from the two.

“Dumbass, I told you you’re not a miracle worker!” Bakugo spat and dropping his palm on the top of your head, ruffling your hair aggressively. “Now stop being upset!” He hissed, you and Kirishima laughed at his aggressive ‘kindness’. The three of you talked for awhile, you offered to heal your friend more but he declined saying he’d be out soon anyway. You pouted but understood.

When you left Bakugo was still dragging you by your hand, “Thanks.” You said softly, smiling a bit. “That made me feel better.” You squeezed his hand lightly when he grunted at you. Such a weirdo, you wondered what’s gotten into him lately.

“Shut up.” He shouted, “It’s fucking weird seeing you upset.”

“Is that your version of saying you like seeing me happy?” You sniggered, this only elicited his grip on your hand to tighten. Your chuckles were cut short and you blushed loudly at the situation, he likes seeing me happy? You internally questioned.

After the trip to the hospital you became way too aware of Bakugo’s presence, anytime you bumped into him or happened to be too close your ears burned with blush. You were finally feeling more like yourself and now you felt like a wrench was thrown into your mind. As far as you could tell Mina was (of course) the first to notice. She pulled you into Jiro’s room, causing you to yelp. “Spill it (Y/N/N)!” She put her hands on her hips while wearing a smug grin. Jiro and Ochaco just stared at you two confused.

“What.” You chocked out.

She wiggles her eyebrows, “You’re all blushy with Bakugo! That’s what!” You almost tackled her at the statement.

“DON’T SAY THAT.” You shouted, the other girls were quick to pick up the situation. Mina grabbed your wrists and the other girls started to poke at you, you squealed loudly from being tickled.

All the yelling caused concern in the other dorm-mates who knocked on the door. Momo opened it up revealing herself, Toru and Iida. “(L/N) has a crush on someone! We’re trying to get her to confess the details!” Jiro tittered.

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER. SOMEONE HELP ME.” You cried out from being tickled, Momo ushered Iida to leave and the girls entered the room to poke at you. “NO!” You shouted while laughing.

“Just tell us what happened!” Ochaco teased you finally agreed and huffed for air.

You collapsed on Jiro’s bed, “I was really upset the other night Bakugo basically said he likes seeing me happy and now I’m like- hyperaware of his presence and the things he’s done. I feel like I’m losing my mind!” You whined softly.

“What’s he done?” Momo asked, you sat up and explained what he did after the sticker incident. You absolutely showed them the sticker and told them that he’s the one who’s been making you lunches. Mina explained how you easily calmed him from almost destroying the arcade game, the other girls just gave you the knowing look.

“Girl.” Mina facepalms, trying her hardest not to laugh. “How are you both are so fucking dense?”

You throw your hands up defensively, “I don’t know!” You yell out when there’s another knock at the door.

Jiro gets up to open it, and speak of the devil. “Boy Wonders here.” This elicits an unintelligible shout from you.

“Wha- AGH. Can you stop making her yell.” Bakugo glowered at your friend.

“I don’t think that’s on me, it’s just.… Girl talk.” She retorts with a snicker. He hears you groan in the background and sees a pillow thrown, your face is undeniably blushing.

He puts his hand on the door and leans in over the girl. “(Y/N), stop yelling.” He says sternly, your face drops into the bed as you wave him off. The girls are laughing at the interaction but he just scowls at them and walks off.

“Can someone just bury me already, I’m dying.” You hissed from the bed.

“So, he obviously likes you.” Jiro says walking back.

“Ohmygod. No he doesn’t!” You blurted.

“If he didn’t like you he would’ve told us all to ‘shut the fuck up’ or ‘keep it down’. He made that about you.” Mina jeered at you.

“Bakugo only feels anger!” You laughed, you knew that was a lie but he’d kill you if you said otherwise.

“Maybe he just feels less angry with you?” Ochaco snorted.

“I’ve never seen him be that considerate to anyone, let alone be as nice as you’ve mentioned.” Momo said.

“You’re in denial because you just noticed your feelings for him.” Toru snickered.

Mina laughed and grinned deviously, “If you’re so sure why don’t you ask him?”

“Wh-what? N-NO! I can’t do that!” You stammered, sitting up quickly. “If he liked me he would’ve said something by now! Can any of you imagine him just letting something he wants get away from him?” The girls looked between each other, you were right.

“OH.” Toru piped. “What if we convince him your interested in someone else? If he likes you he’ll do something about it right?” You could hear the implications in her voice.

You frowned deeply, teetering your head back. “That’s... Fair? I guess, but what if he like, tries to interrogate you guys?” You question, the girls smile and usher you out to make a plan.

Over the next several days the girls in passing talk about you and your crush, making sure it comes up in conversation near you and Bakugo. You always blush whenever they do, making sure you get a good jab or pinch in every time.

Bakugo is getting increasingly frustrated, you guys hang out all the time. What was this stupid crush about? Why was he angry about it? Why did he want to confront you over it? This frustration has him blowing up over everything. He’s managed to break pens, pencils, cups, plates, a book, and a few other miscellaneous objects. Denki and Sero try to get you to calm him down but you said he hasn’t talked to you or made the problem apparent so there’s nothing you can do.

“I think this is about your crush.” Denki mentions, which for you was the final straw you snapped, you were so tired of this crush nonsense.

“Denki.” You smile at him your gaze was dark in frustration, he looks over at you. “If I have to hear anything else about that topic I will flip your skin inside out, rub salt on it and throw vinegar at you.” You smile widens evilly. “Got it?” He just nodded furiously and runs off.

You drop your head on the counter where you sat at the kitchen bar, groaning loudly. You feel an aggressive tapping on your shoulder seconds later. You snap in their direction with a scowl, it’s Bakugo. Your expression softens when you’re met by an equal glare, “Come with me. Now.” He commanded, you follow him reluctantly. You weren’t paying much mind but you slowly realized you were heading to the boys dorms, more specifically his room.

You’ve been in there dozens of times, why are you so nervous now? You let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself as you made your way into the room. You sat on the edge of his bed, like you had many times before. “What can I do for you, Spice?” You ask, smiling at his glare.

He started pacing back and forth, he isn’t quite sure why he brought you here. He’s just mad and it has something to do with you. “What is this whole crush nonsense about?”

You froze a bit, “I have a crush on someone and the girls weaseled information out of me.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the statement was pointed, it wasn’t a complete lie.

He just stared at you in disbelief, all your actions proved you were telling the truth. “Who?” He hissed, less asking and more demanding. You looked down at your feet, you didn’t say anything. “Is it Kirishima?” He snapped, I mean it would make sense with how broken up you were with his injuries. You stared at him, squinting your eyes a bit. Giving him the ‘are you serious?’ expression. “Tell me it’s not Denki? Dudes a fucking idiot.”

You laughed out at this comment, “No, dumbass. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes, you watch the gears turn in his head furiously. It’s not clicking. “For fucks sake, Spice. You really can’t figure it out?”

He scowls at you, you just groan and jump from your seat. You walk up, get in his face and grab him by his shirt collar. You pull his face into your for a kiss. It takes a few seconds for him to grab you by your waist and pull you up, kissing deeper. He bit at you lip as if asking to enter your mouth, you comply easily while you wrap you arms around his neck. Your fingers find his hair when you both pull away for air. “You could’ve just said something, dumbass.”

“Oh, I am not the only dumbass here, Sweets.” You snickered at him. A frustrated blush tints his cheeks at the new nickname.

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps pulling you in aggressively for another kiss.

You tug at his hair a bit at the kiss, “Only when we’re alone.” You retort between kisses. “God, I don’t know if I should kill the girls or thank them.” You pant out, he sends you a questioning look. You chuckle a bit, “The whole crush nonsense was their tactic to force us to admit we had feelings for each other.” Bakugo’s face burned with frustration but he found that he was far less frustrated after the aggressive make out session. Your phone pinged with a text from Mina.

Mina:

Are you making out or killing each other? Hurry up it’s movie night!

Received 5:59PM

(Y/N):

Yes

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

(Y/N):

You hurry up we’re already here

Sent 6:00PM (seen)

You removed yourself from his grasp and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s pick a movie and pretend fight so they’ll shut up.” He just rolled his eyes and smirked. Not too long after the rest of the Bakusquad (minus Kirishima) made their way to his room, followed by a few of the other curious girls. “You’re so fucking weird why would buy that??”

“It’s a classic! Dumbass, why don’t you have good taste in movies?” He hissed.

“Ooh, excuse me for having my own opinion!” You snapped, it was so hard not to laugh.

“What have we done..” Mina groans.

You both look at the door, “Shut up!” You both hissed in unison, snapping back to face each other.

“Don’t copy me!” You yelled.

“You’re one to talk!” He snorted.

Mina ushered the girls off while her and Sero broke up the fight, little do they know it’s totally fake. Mina picks a LOTR movie at random. “Just sit down and let’s enjoy a movie!” She snapped. You both fake hissed at each other as you sat in your normal spots on his bed, a bit closer than normal.

While the others got caught up in the movie you silently laughed to get it out of your system, Bakugo snorted quietly at the whole situation.

At some point during the movie when you adjusted your sitting to stretch your legs Bakugo decided to lay across your lap. Not like a normal person would with their head in you lap, but on his side. The side of his abdomen pressed down your thighs as he propped him head up on his hand. Elbow pressed into the mattress, he snicker as you readjusted. You didn’t mind as much as he thought you did, you were focused on the movie. You had absentmindedly started to comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to get tired. The movie was about 4 hours long, which ran into the time you and the blonde typically went to sleep. Bakugo had already fallen asleep across your lap, you had crossed your arms and started dozing off.

When the movie was over, Mina, Denki and Sero got up to go get ready for bed. When they turned on the light they all stared at the sight before them, you were sat dozed off peacefully against the wall. Your arms crossed head still slightly upright, one leg out and one leg bent with the foot on the opposing knee. While Bakugo was laying on his chest in your lap with one arm under and wrapped around your bent leg with his face buried into your thigh like it was a pillow. Mina was quick to silence her phone and snap a dozen photos, “Should we wake them?” Sero whispers.

Denki shook his head, “You really want to wake the two scariest people we know?” The other two agree and quickly escape the room and turn the light back off.

——

Bakugo woke up in the middle of the night, he was warm and cold in all the wrong places. He rubbed his face into what he quickly realized wasn’t a pillow and shot upright. There you were, totally asleep. Same position as the Bakusquad had left you in, with the softest snores escaping you. He just stared at you in shock before he reaches over for his phone. It’s 2 am, he debates whether to wake you or not. He decided to just scoop you up and lay you down on his bed, there’s no getting out of this one. He gets up to change into his sleepwear and climb back into bed, you were already in comfortable clothing (shorts and a baggy t-shirt). He pulls the covers over you and lays facing the wall with his back to you under the covers.

The sun flickered against your eyelids and woke you as usual in the morning, but something was different this morning. You felt a warm and heavy weight holding you down, when you opened you eyes you realized what’s wrong. You were still in Bakugo’s room, you felt him adjust in his sleep which forced you to assess the situation. He was big spooning you, in his bed, one arm under your neck and the other arm wrapped around your waist, hand under your shirt tucked beside your bare ribs, lightly snoring into your neck where his face was nuzzled. Holy shit, was all your brain could process.

You decided to sneakily grab your phone, double check it was on silent mode and snap a few pictures. You now have dirt on him forever. You attempt to pry yourself from his sleeping grip but the second you manage to sit up right his sleeping form curls around your waist. As cute as this is you wanted to go change and get ready for the day, “Hey, Sweets?” You whine at him, he adjusts in his spot. “Bakugo.” You press further, he grumbled but nothing further. You think for a moment and lean down a bit, “Katsuki.” You say in the most seductive voice you can manage, this quickly pries his eyes open. It takes him a solid 30 seconds to realize the position he’s in, how the fuck did this happen?? He doesn’t quite move as he feels his face heat up. “Good morning. Please free me so I can get ready, I’ve been trying to get you up for like 5 minutes.” You yawned out to him, stretching a bit. When he finally let go he just lazily dropped his face in his pillow that now smelt like you, groaning softly.

You looked back at his figure, frustrated noises escaping him as his neck turned red. You just laughed softly before making your way to get your day started.

Bakugo came down with a few other, later than usual when Mina finally tackled you in the lounge. “You’ll never believe what I got a picture of last night!” She snickered.

You laughed softly, “Oh I have an idea, considering what I got a picture of this morning.” You both laughed at this, “You’re such an ass, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Mina just shows her pictures triumphantly in response, you ask her to send them to you when you show her the pictures you got this morning. Her jaw looked like it was about to fall off when Bakugo sped over to see. “DELETE THAT.”

“Absolutely not.” You locked your phone and hid it away. “You’re so cute when your asleep, so peaceful.” You gushed, Mina was actively losing her marbles at the interaction. “Get over it Spice, you can delete them if you beat me in a fight.” You winked at him, the whole speech burned a blush into his face as he stomped off shouting. “He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed.” You snickered to Mina as you both stood up.

“SHUT UP!” He bellowed out from the kitchen, causing you to laugh harder.

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Fox - Chapter 33

Previously on Fox:

A few hour later, Natasha wakes up to (Y/n)'s heart beating rapidly behind her head and looks up to see (Y/n)'s eyes clenched shut. Natasha grabs (Y/n)'s shoulder and shakes her awake and (Y/n)'s eyes snap open, breathing heavily.

"(Y/n)," Natasha murmurs, looking concerned and (Y/n) looks at her, her (E/C) eyes wide.

(Y/n) doesn't say anything but wraps her arms around Natasha, her breath hitching. Natasha takes a hand and gently runs her fingers though her (H/C) hair - just as (Y/n) had so many times for her. After a few minutes, (Y/n)'s breathing slows and she rests her head against Natasha's again and the redhead doesn't press, just resting her head on her girlfriend's chest again.

Natasha finally relaxes when (Y/n) falls back asleep, the redhead finally falling back asleep after (Y/n) and the two sleep soundly for the rest of the night.

3rd Person POV

Around 7:30 the next morning, (Y/n) slides out from under Natasha, changes into some jeans, a black t-shirt, and pulls on a red leather jacket, before walking into the kitchen.

(Y/n) pulls out a large mixing bowl, and whisks together some flour and eggs. She gradually adds milk and water, then salt and butter, whisking until the batter is smooth.

Then she pulls out a frying pan and turning the burner on medium heat. (Y/n) scoops up some of the batter up and tilts the pan in a circular motion so the surface of the pan is covered in batter.

She cooks one side of the crepe and flips it.

"Here," a voice from behind her says and (Y/n) jumps. "Sorry," Skye says sheepishly.

"It's okay," (Y/n) smiles softly at the younger woman and slides the crepe onto the plate.

"You need any help," Skye offers.

"Actually, if you want to slice some strawberries, that would be great," (Y/n) answer. The brunette nods, opening the fridge and pulling out a box of strawberries, a cutting board from a cabinet, and a knife from a drawer, and begins to slice the strawberries as (Y/n) finishes the crepes.

"How'd you learn to cook like this?" Skye asks (Y/n).

"My mom taught me before she passed away," (Y/n) answers, studying Skye thoughtfully. "Speaking of, you look a lot like my mom when she was your age." (Y/n) pulls out her phone and scrolls down her gallery for a little bit until she finds the picture. Skye looks at the picture her eyes widening as she gazes at it - (Y/n)'s mother had the same nose and eye shape as Skye, and even the way they held themselves up was the same.

"She really does," Skye says gazing up at (Y/n).

"Imagine if we were cousins or something," (Y/n) says smiling.

"I've always wanted to find my family, maybe I've found it," Skye says and (Y/n) beams at the girl.

"Tasha and I wouldn't mind," (Y/n) says honestly.

"She's right," Natasha says, walking into the kitchen wearing jeans, a green t-shirt and the emerald jacket (Y/n) had given her back when she and (Y/n) were staying with (Y/n)'s dad. Skye smiles warmly at the two and continues slicking the strawberries. (Y/n) slides Natasha her phone and the redhead studies the picture of (Y/n)'s mom, continuing to glance at Skye. "You're right," Natasha says. "Skye does look a lot like your mom."

"My mom had a brother named Calvin Johnson, but Mom didn't really get along with her parents so she dropped the last name and went by (L/n). I'd never met my uncle, but I knew he had a kid, but I'd never met them either," (Y/n) says and Skye seems to be hanging onto her every word. "Anyway, we got crepes now, so yeah," she sets the plate of crepes on the table. (Y/n) makes a pot of coffee and pours three mugs, putting cream and sugar in her's and Skye's before taking the three cups out and setting them on the table, making sure to put the plain black in front of Natasha.

The three eat and Skye helps (Y/n) clean up the dishes and glances up at her. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow today?" Skye asks sheepishly.

"Sure, you're taller than Nat so yeah, you can borrow some of mine," (Y/n) smiles at the brunette. "Come on kid," (Y/n) says cheerfully and Skye smiles, following (Y/n) into her and Natasha's room. "Go ahead," (Y/n) says, sitting on the edge of the bed motioning to the closet.

Skye glances back at (Y/n) again and the (E/C) eyed woman nods encouragingly. Skye opens the closet and pulls out a pair of shorts out of the dresser, a dark gray t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

"Thanks, (Y/n)," Skye says happily, and (Y/n) smiles.

"No problem kid," (Y/n) says as Natasha walks out of the bathroom carrying something wrapped in brown paper in her arms. "What's that, Nat?" she asks as Natasha sits down on the bed beside her.

Natasha simply slides the package to (Y/n) and Skye watches with interest as (Y/n) tears the paper off the package.

"Did you really bring my guitar and wrap it?" (Y/n) asks, grinning as she pulls her galaxy guitar out of the box.

"I figured it was more suspenseful than just handing it to you," Natasha says and (Y/n) shakes her head, still smiling. (Y/n) pushes the box and paper behind her and begins to strum a random piece she had been working on for a while before she had the whole kidnapping incident.

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"How long have you been working on that one for?" Natasha asks.

"About a month before the whole incident," (Y/n) answers, setting down her guitar.

"How'd you remember that if you haven't seen it for three months?" Skye asks.

"I have a photographic memory," (Y/n) explains. "I remember everything. Sometimes it's a good thing, but sometimes not, you know?"

"What's that like?" Skye asks, sitting down beside (Y/n) on the edge of the bed.

"You ever had a cup of water and it's full, but you keep trying to fill it up and it overflows?" (Y/n) asks and Skye nods. "It's kind of like that but the cup keeps getting bigger."

"Doesn't that get overwhelming?" Skye asks and (Y/n) nods.

"Sometimes," she answers. "It's alright if it's mostly good memories, but there's always some bad ones thrown in there."

Skye nods thoughtfully then stands up, "I'm gonna go change." Natasha smiles and nods and Skye leaves the room.

"You know?" (Y/n) falls back on the bed and looks over at Natasha.

"What?" Natasha asks, falling to lie beside (Y/n).

"I'm liking Mama Nat," (Y/n) says and Natasha gazes into (Y/n)'s eyes, an unreadable look in her emerald eyes and (Y/n) looks up at the ceiling. (Y/n) is silent before speaking again, turning to look at Natasha again. "Maybe, one day. I don't know, it'd be nice," (Y/n) falters when Natasha remains silent. "Sorry," (Y/n) murmurs.

"No," Natasha says hastily. "I agree. It's just," she pauses, "I never though anyone would want something like that with me."

(Y/n)'s gaze softens and she sits up to pull Natasha into a hug. "Anybody would Nat," (Y/n) says and Natasha relaxes. "I'm just the lucky one." Natasha pulls away and can see the sincere look in her (E/C) eyes.

"Thanks," Natasha says and (Y/n) smiles.

"Come on," (Y/n) takes Natasha's hand and pulls the redhead gently to her feet. "Let's go take my, I'm guessing, cousin to go get stuff."

"Imagine if you were actually cousins," Natasha says walking into the living room with (Y/n) and settling down on the couch, pulling (Y/n) with her.

"That would be really cool," Skye says, emerging from the hallway in (Y/n)'s clothes, which actually fit pretty well on the five foot six woman.

"Let's go," Natasha says, pulling (Y/n) up with her.

"You're gonna rip my arm out of it's socket one day," (Y/n) teases, letting go of Natasha's hand and going to grab her phone and wallet.

Skye laughs and the three walk out of the apartment, Natasha locking the door behind them.

"So, I figure," (Y/n) begins as the three walk down the street. "We'll just get a couple things today and then when we get home we can actually buy stuff."

Natasha nods and Skye smiles. "Thanks for doing all this you guys," Skye says.

"No problem," (Y/n) says and she goes to say something else when her phone rings. "Dad? What's up?"

"You seen the news recently?" Tony asks.

"Not since the press conference," (Y/n) says, sharing a confused look with Natasha. "You should have gone to the hospital, by the way," (Y/n) scolds.

"Yeah," Tony shrugs the comment off. "Anyway, you took martial arts lessons, right?"

"Yeah, why?" (Y/n) wonders.

"I need your help," (Y/n) puts the phone on speaker so that Natasha could hear. "With what?" she asks.

"I need you and Pepper to get some files from my office," Tony says, his voice strained.

"I'm in San Diego," (Y/n) says, exchanging a look with Natasha again.

"You've got an hour, get your arse to the airport," Tony says, hanging up.

"Duty calls, I guess," (Y/n) hands her credit card to Natasha. "I'll got help Dad and Pepper, you and Skye stay here. I'll be back, probably tomorrow."

Natasha stares reluctantly at (Y/n) for a moment before nodding.

(Y/n) hugs Natasha and Skye, "I'll be back soon."

"How you going to get to the airport?" Skye asks. (Y/n) smirks, looking around and shifts into a hawk. "So cool," Skye says as (Y/n) flies off.

Landing outside the airport, she shifts back into herself and jogs out to her father's private jet, which had just arrived.

"Let's go, Happy," (Y/n) says as soon as she gets onto the jet. "I have forty-five minutes for an hour flight."

"Right," Happy says and the jet immediately takes off.

"Gotta push it, Hap," (Y/n) calls after about half an hour. "Actually, can you stop the jet over the Stark Industries Headquarters? I can take it from there."

"Sure, what are you going to do?" Happy asks nervously.

"I'm going sky diving," (Y/n) says simply, pulling a parachute from the back of the jet and pulling it on.

"Right," Happy says quietly, and the jet stops slowly.

"Open the door," (Y/n) orders and Happy does.

(Y/n) steps back and takes a running jump out the window and dives towards the ground, pulling the parachute about fifty feet from the ground and landing beside Pepper.

"Hey," (Y/n) says casually, pulling the parachute pack off her back. Pepper stares at her for a moment before looking up at the jet.

"Let's go," Pepper says, and the two walk thought the Stark Industries doors.

The two make their way up to Tony's office, Pepper casting nervous glances behind her.

"Calm down Pep," (Y/n) says out of the corner of her mouth and Pepper looks over to see a calm look on the (H/C) haired woman's face.

Pepper and (Y/n) step into Tony's office and Pepper plugs in a hacking device, about the side of a thumb-drive. (Y/n) sits down in the chair, Pepper looking over her shoulder.

The device, with (Y/n)'s help, begins hacking though Obadiah Stane's passwords, firewalls and security networks.

(Y/n) begins pulling up files from Stane's hard drive: Jericho Missile orders, shipping manifests, schematics, blueprints, and sections for a suit that sits in the pipe room under the Ark Reactor.

"What are you doing, Obadiah?" Pepper wonders aloud.

Pepper glances towards the door, thinking she had heard something. She waits then hears nothing and (Y/n) continues.

A new icon appears with Arabic text underneath, an icon for a video clip.

(Y/n) double clicks the icon and swallow thickly when she and Pepper see the video clip open. A half dead, Tony, and a knocked out (Y/n), tied to a chair.

Pepper shakes her head in disbelief.

"Translate -" Pepper tells the computer.

As the clip plays, the translated text appears on the screen: "Obadiah Stane, you have deceived us... the price to kill Tony and (Y/n) Stark has just gone up..."

Pepper and (Y/n) look shell-shocked, and Pepper gapes at the monitor.

Pepper and (Y/n) look up to see Stane standing in the doorway and Pepper nearly leaps out of her skin.

"What a nice surprise," Stane says.

"We... just wanted to get some personal stuff," Pepper nods to the monitor. "And my resume. In case," Pepper grins. "You know how I love job hunting."

Stane circles around the desk and (Y/n) quickly changes screen, sliding a newspaper over the drive.

"How's Tony?" Stane asks.

"Honestly... I don't know," Pepper answers. "He's shut me out."

"You and everyone else," Stane says.

Stane circles around the two, picking up a photo on Tony's desk.

"This... thing between you, it's hurting him. You're the only real father Tony ever had. It would mean so much if you could just talk -" Stane cuts Pepper off.

"Tony's imploding," Stane says in a matter-of-fact voice, "it's unfortunate. You should consider whether you want to take that ride with him."

"Unfortunate?" (Y/n) asks.

"You know I love Tony - but this is business," Stane says. "We can't save him, but we can save his legacy."

(Y/n) flashes to the download screen reading '87%' complete.

"It's tragic, but... Tony never really came home."

He circles behind the desk again, looking closely at the screen - again depicting the Google ads.

"This company has a bright future," Stane says. "Pepper, I'd like you to be a part of it." He smiles and touches her cheek, (Y/n) shutting off the computer. "Tony doesn't understand your value," Stane says. "He never did."

"Are you . . . offering me a job?" Pepper asks.

"Think about it," Stane says, taking the box from Pepper and waits for her. "I'll walk you out."

As (Y/n) passes the computer, she takes the drive, holding it in her palm, the newspaper on the outside.

"Is that today's paper?" Stane asks (Y/n) and she nods, a smile on her face.

"Here, I know how much you like the puzzles," (Y/n) says in a calm voice, handing him the puzzle, keeping the thumb-drive in her hand.

A few minutes later, Pepper and (Y/n) walk down the stairs, Stane hovering above them on the balcony railing - watching the two.

Sitting in a chair on the bottom floor is Phil Coulson. He looks stunned for a moment to see (Y/n) and she flashes him a look before he speaks. "Miss Potts, did you forget our appointment?" he stands up.

"No," Pepper says grabbing Coulson's arm and walking. "Of course not. I've been very much looking forward to it. Let's," she glances over her shoulder, "why don't we do this somewhere else?"

The three walk outside, Stane still watching them from above.

A little while later, in Rhodes's office, he gets a phone call from Pepper.

"What do you mean, he paid to have Tony and (Y/n) killed? Slow down. Why would Obadiah?" he pauses. "Where is Tony now?"

Pepper, (Y/n), Coulson, and five dark-suited SHIELD Agents walk urgently towards two Crown Victorians. Pepper answering Rhodes's questions. "- I don't know, he's not answering his phone. Will you just go over there and check up on him? Thanks Rhodey."

She ends the call and the Agents pile into the Crown Vics, and Coulson holds the door open for the two.

Pepper instead, pulls (Y/n) towards her parked Audi. "I know a short cut."

(Y/n) glances at Coulson, asking something though her mind, Is it time to show my powers? He nods.

"Since when could you turn into a dragon?" Coulson asks and Wyvern (Y/n) lets out a snort, then looking over at Pepper, who's eyes are wide. She stares up at the blue Wyvern.

Come on Pep, we don't have all day, (Y/n) teases, and Pepper looks around.

"She's right," Coulson says, getting in the Audi with Pepper.

As the cars stop at the Stark Industries Headquarters, (Y/n) shifts back into herself about six feet from the ground, rolling and ending up on her feet.

Pepper stares at her for a moment, (Y/n) nods, and they all walk into the building.

"Section Sixteen, Section Sixteen," Pepper mutters.

"There it is," (Y/n) says.

Pepper walk up and tries to scan her badge. "My key's not working. It's not opening the door."

Coulson nods to (Y/n) again and she grins. "It's just my day, isn't it?"

"What are you doing now?" Pepper asks.

"You might want to step back," Coulson advises.

(Y/n) steps forward and places her hand on the lock, and sets her palm on fire, yet, it doesn't open. "Okay, stupid door," (Y/n) complains, stepping back and slamming her fist against the lock and it pops off.

"Nice job kid," Coulson says and (Y/n) smiles.

Back at Tony's house, the billionaire hears a door splintering and Rhodey rushes in and finds traces of blood on the floor, the collapsed shelving unit, and Tony staggering to his feet.

"Tony -" Rhodes begins, but Tony cuts him off.

"Where's (Y/n) and Pepper?"

"Don't worry, they're with the Feds," Rhodes tells him. "They're on the way to Stark to arrest Obadiah."

Tony's face is grim, "They're going to need a lot more than a few Agents. Give me a hand."

Pepper, (Y/n), Coulson and the Agents drift through a metal jungle of vats, machines, armored limbs and guts having from tethers, and utility pipes running along the walls.

The eight come across the armor from Afghanistan and they stopped, a little spooked.

Pepper and (Y/n) notice some empty scaffolding and they walk towards it, Coulson and his team of Agents fanning out.

Wandering through the fringes, Pepper tries to make a phone call, but there's no signal.

Through the pipes and girders, (Y/n) and Pepper spot a pair of glowing eyes. The whir of hydraulics and grinding metal starts up and wild gunfire suddenly breaks out. Bullets ricochet, hitting pipes and spewing steam and coolants.

Pepper rushes away, (Y/n) covering her exit. Pepper looks around, squinting through the machine gears and steam, seeing flashes of Agents running for cover, firing their guns at some giant flitting shadow.

Another Agent is yanked out of view and screams. Panicking, Pepper tries to find a way out.

A piece of metal zips at (Y/n) and Pepper, cutting pipes before it embeds itself in the cement above them.

An agent staggers out of the murk with his radio, "Agents down, agents down!" He sees Pepper and (Y/n). "Captain, escort her out of here," he yells.

"You heard the Agent, let's go," (Y/n) says, nudging Pepper forward.

The two make their way up the stairs, and halfway up, Pepper turns, hearing the three-ton thump of the Dynamo's legs charging out of the mist, but the armor is too big for the stairwell and crashes into it with a shower of debris.

(Y/n) sighs, and scoops up Pepper and sprints up the rest of the stairs, setting the auburn haired woman on her feet once they are out of the facility.

(Y/n) whips around, facing the entrance of the door and slams it shut.

"Call my dad, I'll watch the door," (Y/n) says and Pepper nods, pulling out her phone and dialing with shaky fingers.

"Tony! Obadiah's got a whole assembly line under the Ark. He's inside one of them!"

A thump comes from below them and the asphalt cracks. Another thump and another and Pepper is knocked over as teh asphalt bulges open to reveal the fist of a huge iron suit. Pepper's cellphone skitters away. Like a hatching dinosaur, he peels away the asphalt, pulling himself out of the ground and finally rises to his full height. He turns face-to-face with Pepper, who is the size of a gnat against teh dull-gray leviathan.

Pepper skids backwards and (Y/n) darts in front of her father's assistant, her hands charging up with lightning. "I never liked you," (Y/n) comments, blasting the suit with electricity, but the suit continues to advance, not a single forgiving feature in the steel-face and dead eyes.

Pepper's foot hits her cellphone and she grabs at it, the iron suit slams it's fist into the side of (Y/n)'s head and blood begins pouring out of the right side of her head. She staggers to her feet and raises her hands as the iron suit swings it's arms down again.

"Duck!" Pepper yells and (Y/n) drops to the ground as the iron suit stops and Tony dives out of the sky in his Iron Man suit. Tony lands on the Iron Leviathan's shoulders and the Leviathan crashes back into the hole it had crawled from.

"We need to get you out of here," (Y/n) says, blood still trailing it's way down the side of her head. "Come on," she grabs Pepper's hand and pulls the woman to her feet.

Pepper lets (Y/n) lead the way out of the building.

"Stay here, I'm going to get my Agents," (Y/n) says and Pepper nods reluctantly.

(Y/n) lights her hand ablaze and cautiously makes her way into the building and down the stairs. (Y/n) catches sight of a flash and moves towards it, catching sight of Coulson and three agents crouching over to fallen agents. "We need to get out of here," (Y/n) says and they turn to her. (Y/n) picks up the two fallen agents and carries them up the stairs, Coulson and the other three Agents following.

(Y/n) leads the way out of the building, gently setting the two agents she was carrying on the ground.

"I've got to go help my dad," (Y/n) says, looking up at the lights in the sky above the building. She hugs Phil, "Stay safe."

"Same to you," Phil answers.

"Always am," (Y/n) says, propelling herself up after the two iron suits on a jet of wind, landing beside her father's suit lying on the top of the building.

Stane shoots at (Y/n) and she throws up her hands, creating an energy shield in front of her and her father. "Come get me," (Y/n) taunts, lifting up her father's suit.

"Pepper! You need to overload the reactor!""You'll be killed!" Pepper calls from below.

"Do it!" (Y/n) yells. T

he Iron Leviathan charges at (Y/n) and Tony' and she sidesteps, the large iron shape falling through the roof and into the reactor, and (Y/n) turns her back on the blast, but gets blasted forward anyway, landing on her front about fifteen feet away.

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Common Enemy (1/?)

Genre: Angst with an eventual happy ending, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers

Relationship: Jason Todd x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Angst, blood mention, swearing

Description: Red Hood doesn’t seem to trust you and you don’t get why. He’s a complete ass to you, but you’re determined to prove him wrong and show him that you deserve to be a hero like Batman and the others.

A/N: Okay this wasn’t supposed to be a series, but sometimes I am incapable of keeping things short. The story kept growing and getting longer and I said I need to stop here before this is 20K+ words. So this will be the first part, it might just be a mini series, but don’t quote me on that. Enjoy!

Had someone told you that you would be a masked vigilante one day you would have laughed in their face and told them that they were crazy. You didn’t see yourself leaping from rooftop to rooftop with a domino mask on taking down the likes of Joker, Riddler, and Poison Ivy. You were just going to leave that to the professionals.

Then there was the night that had changed your life. The night you had been captured by the Joker had been one of the scariest events in your entire life. You had been prepared to die that night, had hoped the Joker wouldn’t be in the mood to draw out the torture. He had captured you and a few other people who hadn’t managed to be as lucky as you. Maybe the gods were smiling down upon you that night or maybe you just had sheer dumb luck.

Batman and Red Robin and broken through the windows of the warehouse where Joker had you held. Red Robin had helped you escape while Batman did the brunt of the dirty work. You had followed Red Robin to the safety of the outside world. “Commissioner Gordon will be here soon with the GCPD, they’ll take your statement and escort you home.”

You had grabbed Red Robin’s cape to stop him before he could leave you outside alone. “Wait, please.” He turned to you, and for a moment you wished that you could see his eyes, to see if you could discern what he was feeling at the moment. “How do I thank you?”

“It’s just apart of the job, just wait here and everything will be all right.” Then he was heading back for the warehouse to help Batman with whatever was left to deal with.

Commissioner Gordon arrived with backup and he took your statement as Red Robin had predicted and then had an officer escort you back to your apartment. Your brush with danger was over and you were safe… okay well that was a lie.

You couldn’t sleep that night, the thought of Joker and other villains keeping you awake. Grabbing your computer you began to research on the crimes committed in Gotham and how many were like Joker. Page after page on Google was filled with information of Gotham’s underground activity. Riddler, Catwoman, Black Mask, they were all listed and all threats to the safety of those living in your city.

You could no longer sit by as a concerned citizen, your brush with death that night had proven that. No, you needed to be out there doing what Batman and the Robins did, what the Justice League was doing. You were no longer just going to sit on the sidelines and watch as the crime unfolded.

Months were spent on training, you weren’t going to go to Batman without a little background on how to defend yourself. The Dark Knight would probably laugh in your face if you came unprepared and said you wanted to fight crime. When you felt like you were fully prepared to go to him you climbed the building where the GCPD had situated the Bat-Signal and waited.

“Mind telling me what a civilian is doing here?” The voice had come from nowhere, a figure appearing out of the shadows. Batman stood before you, but this time he was alone.

You squared your shoulders and said, “I want to be like you.” He had just stared at you and you twitched slightly. “Look, I know that this is probably crazy to you, but you and Red Robin saved me from Joker a few months back. That entire night I couldn’t sleep thinking about the other people who hadn’t been as lucky as I was. I can’t just sit by while more lives are lost when I could have been doing something all along.”

“Just because you have a reason and the conviction doesn’t mean you’ll be a good candidate for this lifestyle. Take my advice and go home.”

He turned to leave, but you stopped him, “I just want to help. I took a self-defense classes and I’m working through different martial arts. I knew you wouldn’t take me on with no experience. Just give me a shot, a chance to prove to you that I can do this, that I am serious.”

Batman was quiet as he studied you, saw the urgency in your eyes. He nodded his head, “You’ll have a probationary stint, you will not learn our identities, you will train with us, and if I deem you worthy then you can join. Not before and not after.”

Relief surged through you. “Thank you, I won’t let you down.”

Batman promised to find you and a week later you began your training. Red Robin had been surprised to see you enter the Batcave with your gym attire on. Batman had lost his cowl for a domino mask and a suit that he could help train you in. The newest Robin was also in charge of training, and he was ruthless. He tormented you with comments calling you pathetic and a waste of his time.

He was what? Twelve? But he talked as if he were the same age as Batman.

Nightwing was easier to stomach than Robin and even Red Robin showed patience in training you to use the technology. Batman would help you on occasion, but he preferred to watch or wasn’t in the cave at all to fulfill his duties to the city.

“Who’s the newbie?” A voice came from the entrance you came in on nights you were training with the crew. All of you turned to see Red Hood sauntering in. “Did Bats adopt another charity case?”

Anger surged through you, “I’m not a charity case and for your information, I am not a child. I am a grown adult.”

Red Hood snorted, “Sure. So why’s the charity case here?”

Nightwing grabbed your arm and tugged you back as you went to lunge for Red Hood. You didn’t care if he was a member of this team he was an asshole. At least with Robin, he had some shred of respect for you. Red Hood just seemed to want to push your buttons and it was working. “Come on, Y/N,” Nightwing led you back to the sparring ring while Red Hood went to talk with Batman. “Red’s not worth getting riled up over. He’s only saying those things to get a reaction from you, it’s better to just leave it alone.”

You rolled your shoulders and began punching at the gloves on Nightwing’s hands, “Yeah well the jackass could be a little more gentlemanly.”

“I heard that!” Red Hood called over to you.

“Good!” You whirled. “I wanted you to hear it.”

Red Hood removed his hood and looked at you with a blank face. You thought briefly that he was handsome, and the shock of white hair in his bangs added to his look, but then he opened his mouth and ruined it for you, “Listen kid-”

“Kid!” You cried in outrage.

“Why don’t you just stop this nonsense now and go running back to mommy and daddy or whatever place you call home and forget about this,” the room had gone silent listening to Red Hood speak.

Their eyes turned to you now to see how you would respond. Anger burned through your veins, “Who hurt you? Who hurt you so bad that you would insult someone you don’t know and put them down for trying to do something good? To do something right?”

For the first time, you saw a real emotion flash across his face. Anger. He pointed a finger at you, “To you this is some kind of game. Admit it. You see the superheroes and vigilantes running around saving the day and you want that same fame and glory for yourself. You don’t know what it’s actually like. Why don’t you ask Nightwing how he got into this? Or Batman here? Red Robin? Robin? We all have stories that have led us to this moment, a reason that propelled us forward. What caused you to join? Did you want a superhero identity? Bored with your mediocre life that you think becoming one of us will give you the thrill you need?” He scoffed, “Just stop lying to yourself and us and go back to your life.”

You swung down out of the ring and grabbed your stuff, Red Hood smirking and Nightwing calling your name. You stopped in front of Batman and looked up at him. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, but that asshole better not be here.” The smirk slipped from Red Hood’s face as you walked past him and out to the fresh air above.

You furiously swiped at your eyes as angry and frustrated tears rolled down your cheeks. You had done nothing to this man, he hadn’t even heard you out and yet he stood there and said that you didn’t have what it took to be a hero, to protect people. He didn’t even know who you were and he was judging you based on nothing. You took in a deep breath. No more tears. You were going to prove this asshole wrong, you were going to prove that this wasn’t some joke to you.

Back in the Batcave, the others glared at Jason. He looked at them and asked, “What?”

Damian took off his mask and shook his head, “Look, I may not have liked it at first either, but Y/N has come a long way in a short amount of time. They’re working hard to be where they are right now and you just steamrolled them as if they were some type of joke.”

“Oh come on Damian, we’ve seen this before. People who want this lifestyle, who want the glory, but then give up when things become too real for them. It’s the same with this Y/N person.”

Tim shook his head, “Y/N was held captive by the Joker, they watched as he killed five other people before we got there and saved them. We didn’t hear anything out of them until they showed up at the Bat-Signal one night saying they wanted in. They didn’t want to sit by and watch as more people were hurt or injured or killed. Y/N deserves to be here.” With that, he stood and headed upstairs.

“Whatever,” Jason said. “The first night they’re on patrol my point will be proven.”

ONE YEAR LATER

“I would have had him!” You shouted as you and Red Hood stepped into the Batcave. You pulled your mask off and tossed into onto a tabletop. Damian and Dick had been watching the scanners that evening helping you as you had weaved through the city on your motorcycle. “I’ve been chasing this lead on where Joker went and you blew it for me!”

“He wasn’t going to talk!” Red Hood shouted at you. Despite having been on the team for a year and showing Red Hood that you were not just in this for fame or glory he still hated you and refused to reveal his identity.

He didn’t trust you.

And that’s why you refused to work with him. If he didn’t trust you then you couldn’t trust him. Bruce respected your wishes and you mainly went out with Dick or Tim and sometimes even Damian. You got along with the boys and you had gained their trust and respect. The night after Red Hood had chased you away Damian came by your apartment

It had been a shock to see Robin tapping on your window so late into the evening. You quickly let him in and he awkwardly said he had come to check on you. The gesture had surprised you because at the time you thought that Robin didn’t really care for you. The two of you had conversed and Damian then revealed himself to be Batman. The revelation that Bruce Wayne’s son was one of the Robins had given you quite the shock, then it settled in that Batman had to be Bruce Wayne and you had needed to sit down.

Damian wound up staying the night because he had become too tired to travel all the way back across Gotham to get home. Dick had come by in the morning after insisting he come get Damian instead of you bringing him home. The two of you had conversed quietly while Damian still laid sacked out on the couch.

“I’m surprised he told you,” Dick’s arms were crossed over his chest as he stared at the sleeping boy. “Damian doesn’t open up to people easily.”

“I can tell,” you said wryly.

After that moment the others had let you in more and treated you as family. Going so far as to let you stay in the mansion some nights after patrol when you were too tired to go back home. Alfred would bring you your favorite foods and drinks while Damian and you would sometimes sit quietly and read together.

You thought that this would be a step in the right direction with Red Hood, but a year later and the two of you were still bickering with each other.

“What’s it going to take for you to finally trust me and actually let me do what I was trained to do?” You asked him, hands on your hips as you stared him down. After that first encounter with him, you were no longer afraid to throw things back at him. “You said I wouldn’t last, that I was only here for the fame, well guess what Hood? I’m still here and I’m not doing it for the fame! I’m barely in the magazines unlike the rest of you all because I stick to the shadows. I don’t see out the high profile villains unless Bruce asks. I’m doing this to keep Gotham safe.”

“You’re just going to get yourself killed,” he fired back. “You run around Gotham thinking that this is some sort of game-”

“Game?” You shook your head. “This isn’t a game to me Hood, these are real people with real lives that are in danger. I am doing the best I can to make sure those people keep getting to live a life they deserve.”

“You’re still just someone playing dress-up,” was all he said before he left the cave to go back to wherever he called home.

A few weeks after your latest blow up with Jason you were cleaning your gear when Tim came running to you. “Damian’s distress signal just went off. I can’t get a hold of Bruce, Dick’s in San Francisco right now, and Red isn’t answering.”

You were up in a second and throwing on your gear, “I’ll go after him. Send me his last know coordinates and keep trying Red and Bruce. I’ll keep you updated on anything I find.”

Tim nodded and hurried back to his spot and began sending you what you needed. With the coordinates locked into your GPS you sped out of the Batcave and toward Damian’s last known location.

Not ten minutes after you left Jason pulled into the Batcave and was barely off his bike before Tim was rushing him. “Whoa dude! Slow it down! Where’s the fire?”

“Damian’s distress signal went off and Y/N’s gone to find him, but I still can’t get a hold of Bruce to let him know.”

“I’ll follow Y/N, just give me Damian’s last known location.” Jason got back on his bike and headed out of the Batcave following after you and Damian.

You arrived to the dilapidated circus tent five minutes before Jason showed up. You stared up at the torn circus tent and heard the laughing of hyenas somewhere close by. The moment you had arrived you knew who had Damian and it felt like your knees were going to give out on you.

Months spent searching for the Joker and you had finally find him, but only because he had stolen Damian.

There was movement beside you and when you went to strike Red Hood grabbed your arms and pinned you to the wall. “What the hell, Red?” You hissed when it registered that he was here. “How the hell did you find me?”

“Red Robin told me about Robin, I came as soon as I could.” He looked back at the big top and his grip on you loosened enough that you could get free. “Joker has him then.” You noted his hands tightening into fists. “What’s the plan then?”

“What? Not going to argue with me?” You snapped as you turned your attention away from Red Hood.

“Not tonight, this is more important,” you were glad the two of you at least agreed on that.

“Do you think you can cause a distraction?” You questioned. “Something that would let me slip in practically undetected?”

“You wish is my command,” he pulled out one of the guns strapped to his waist. “Don’t move until the chaos starts. Robin is probably being held somewhere in the back of the big top. Joker would want to get who Batman is out of him. Let me know when you have him.”

You nodded your head and watched as Jason dashed off toward the tents. You counted silently in your head waiting for the moment you heard gunshots and screaming. Red Hood wouldn’t cause enough of a distraction to bring Joker’s entire army down on him, but you were hoping it was enough to pull most of the people away from Damian.

A loud gunshot rang through the night and then there were more. You could hear semi-automatic weapons going off and shouting as more people headed Red Hood’s way. Taking this as the distraction you needed, you headed in the opposite direction. You slipped inside the semi-dark tent and followed the winding pathways of boxes and junk around.

Damian was nowhere to be seen yet, and you hadn’t run into any of the guards, Red was holding them off nicely for you. You ducked behind some crates when you heard a voice coming out from behind one of the curtains leading to the back of the big top.

“.... hehe our plan is working perfectly. He’s here for the boy, make sure there’s no one else with him.”

“Yes boss,” another voice said before the sound of retreating footsteps met your ears. The first voice headed back the way you had come from while the second headed in Jason’s direction. You knew the first voice was Joker, thanking your lucky stars you headed toward the back where they had come from.

Once there you took a few turns and discovered a larger room filled with costumes and clown makeup and in the middle tied to a chair was Damian. “Robin,” you rushed toward him and began sawing at the ropes with one of the knives you kept on you. He had blood running out the side of his mouth, and his uniform was torn in several places with knife cuts in his skin. It had been clear that Joker had started torturing him. “Robin, can you hear me?”

He groaned, “No, it’s a trap.”

“Shhhh,” you caught him as he fell forward. “Red Hood’s distracting the others, Joker just left this area. Come on, we’re going home.”

“Ah ah ah,” a voice came from behind you and when you turned you saw Joker standing there with a knife in his hands. “Why leave when we’re just getting started?”

You moved so that Damian was behind you, “You’re going back to Arkham where you belong, you sick son of a bitch.”

The Joker threw back his head and laughed, “It’s cute that you actually think I’m going back there. No, no you see I’ve had some time to plan this just right. “I was hoping the Bat would be here so that I could kill him, but this works too. I’ve done it before, I’ve killed one of his little Robins.”

“Yeah well it didn’t stick,” Red Hood was behind Joker now. You didn’t know how he had managed to sneak up behind Joker, but he had a gun held to the back of his head. “Come on Joker, did you really think those d-list goons you call your henchmen could outsmart us?”

Joker seemed put out by the fact that Red Hood had called his men d-listers. “You’ll never make it out of here alive. The boy is going to be dead weight. Look at him he can barely stand.” His laughter echoed in your ears and it grated on your nerve so much that you threw Joker to the ground and held a knife to his throat, Joker seemed thrilled by this.

“I should slit your throat and call it a night,” you growled. “You’re nothing but a stain on humanity and the world wouldn’t mourn you.”

Red Hood pulled you off of Joker, “Get Damian, we need to go. GCPD will be here soon and can clear this place out.” He aimed his gun at Joker and tightened his grip, “Hope you didn’t piss anyone off at Arkham before you left because they’re gonna have a field day when you get back.”

“What’s the fun in life without a few enemies?” Joker’s statement made your face twist up in disgust. How had society let this man live? Red Hood tied Joker to the same chair that Damian had been in so that the GCPD could take care of him.

Jason covered you as the three of you headed for the exit, he took out a few guards, but for the most part the place seemed pretty quiet. “Most of the guards I incapacitated while you were looking for Robin. We should be clear unless backup is on the way.”

You were relieved to hear that he had taken most of the guards. With Red Hood watching your back the two of you managed to slip out unnoticed by a large group of Joker’s goons and back to your bikes. Red Hood helped you secure Damian to your bike and the three of you sped away before the GCPD arrived on the scene. When you glanced back you could have sworn you saw part of the tent on fire. It was in the part that had been on the farther side away from where you had found Damian and the Joker.

“Red?” You said into the comms. “Did you set the tent on fire?”

There was the sound of his chuckle, “Maybe. Maybe I wanted to see the whole damn thing burn to the ground.”

You couldn’t blame him, you wanted to watch it burn to the ground too. Something in the back of your mind told you that the Joker wasn’t done yet with you or Red Hood, but you didn’t want to focus on that at the moment. All you wanted was to get Damian back home so Alfred could check him over for any internal damage.

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Possessor (2020): I saw Cronenberg Jr.’s cyberpunk movie (which paired in an interesting way with that new Duncan Jones - Alex de Campi cyberpunk graphic novel Madi, which I think was supposed to be the third in the trilogy with Moon and Mute, which I read earlier that day-- they kind of form an interesting double feature). The movie’s got some stuff, though it’s not perfect-- and it’s hard to be Cronenberg’s kid because I’m not going to pretend I didn’t have my arms crossed, saying “Existenz, though.” But it’s got some stuff in there, even if he’s not where his old man was at, yet. And they stacked it with fun actors to watch, certainly (even in the small parts-- Tanis from Letterkenny shows up-- I liked her more than the other girl with the small part in there).

I feel like it was one of those movies that work for me aesthetically and storywise, but I struggled with more for thematic reasons: it kind of loses track of the metaphor it starts with that I found interesting, which is the sort of classic possession-but-sci-fi thing but done as a kind of a metaphor for the psychological impact of drone warfare. Or it tries to do that but also tries to do some another thing, that’s just not as articulated. Or at a certain point, I wasn’t as plugged in as I think the move wanted me to be.

(Both it and the Duncan Jones trilogy feel very descended from New Rose Hotel, to me, the William Gibson story ... I think Abel Ferrera made a movie of it but I never saw it... or maybe reading that as a teen was just my formative “the betrayal is inherent to capitalism” story from science fiction...)

But it was nice enough. It was a nice try...? Or I felt like very sad after it was over that I wasn’t staggering out of a movie theater into a sunny day on a 2pm on a Sunday. Or that I didn’t get to be in a theater where most of the audience was silent except like one other alone middle-aged man whisper-yelling “whaaaaat?” behind me at like a climactic moment. I missed him so much.

Django Unchained (2012): I hadn’t seen this since 2012. I’d really forgotten how much I liked that one, just as a superhero origin story if nothing else. Just Sam Jackson! Goddamn, Sam Jackson in that. Black people have probably never heard a white guy say the n-word while imitating a black guy’s voice, as much as people working on that movie had to, but I appreciate they took one for the team, it was worth it. So much of that movie is “let’s get an audience hooting and hollering”, in a way that I don’t think he ever did as much on anything else, you could argue Once Upon but the real ending of that is saaaad, or not even Kill Bill (the second Kill Bill is a lot of the Bride having to be reborn and kill her old self in order to fulfill her quest, so it doesn’t have the “just cheer at the end” quality Django has). I don’t think Django reaches as far as Kill Bill cause it’s just ... the Origin of The Movie Superhero Django... it’s more of a comic book, but... a fun one! I say that cheerfully!

Holidate (2020): this time, the romantic comedy is about the blonde girl from Nerve and American Horror Story yelling “no one wants to fuck me because I’m awkward”, which is really hard to believe on this one because she’s not a terrible looking girl, whatshername. She looks nice! I had a hard time believing that men refused to fuck her, out of principal.

It’s one of those movies about hot young people who spend all their time with each other but refuse to fuck. Will they fuck??? I mean, probably, otherwise they’d have to settle for someone less conventionally attractive. Booooo! The movie was not persuasive that there was some great issue preventing them from boning, which is pretty critical for a movie like this. The guy wasn’t any good generally, though, I didn’t like him at all (and his “best friend” character was one of my least favorite guys that Netflix repeatedly casts in its movies), and at the end of the movie, he didn’t really do anything to win back the girl. I want to see them both fight for a relationship, and instead he’s just like “oh okay, well, I guess I’m willing to fuck this hot girl that landed in my lap.” That doesn’t seem romantic! Some of the “actually romantic comedies can have r-rated humor in them” parts were a little too much, also. In this essay I will explain why the laxative humor in Bridesmaids was successful whereas in this movie, it disrupted the

Beyond Skylines (2017): I found these unusually enthusiastic letterbox’d reviews of this sequel to Skyline (the other Los Angeles alien invasion movie that came out in 2010, that wasn’t Battle: Los Angeles starring Two Face), so I watched the movie. Frank Grillo slops around a HR Giger set until teaming up with The Raid guys to stab 8-feet tall aliens with knives and silat martial arts, which was honestly satisfying, I’m not very sophisticated. At one point, a shotgun-toting Hispanic LA cop yells “Hola, Puta” at a building-sized alien kaiju, who immediately eats his brains. It was a very difficult movie to predict because it starts in the subways of Los Angeles, so I really didn’t see Frank Grillo teaming up with the Raid guys to save a matte painting of an Indonesian temple coming. I don’t think I’m as enthusiastic as the letterbox’d dudes, but I can’t say it was dull. The New York Times praised its “near-lunatic genre-hopping.”

Every movie on Netflix has alien invasions in it, though, holy shit. When I went looking for this, Netflix recommended every single other movie on its service to me. It’s their specialty!! Why do we keep making so many of these movies???

#movies i saw in 2020

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Prologue

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Prologue

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, and I'd thought I'd try it since I have very little time for DeviantArt's chaos. It's much different from my Legolas x Reader on there. I added a small loving family to make the emotions relatable-- even if you don't have siblings, or have more than what I added, it's just fanfiction! Also, I tried to make my pronouns for said reader gender-nuetral so that everybody can enjoy it! The reason your character is so wild is for the sake of not fitting in to this world, yet you're used to it, so that later points in the plot can become more... Well, you'll see. And yes, I made Elves pansexual because I don't think they'd care much about gender or age at that point. LARPing plays a big role in the prologue, because your character is really into it for personal reasons. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. I hope you like it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

You'd never been considered normal by anyone. You enjoyed LARP instead of reality. Your "job" was just staying at home and captioning videos all day every day you weren't LARPing instead of interacting with society at a normal job. Your home? A tiny studio apartment that only cost $450 a month without bills, and you did without cell phone, car, and electric for the sake of being your weird self. You hadn't been to college yet, despite the fact that everyone told you to go once your gap year was over, and it almost was. What would you even study? Acting was all that got you close to who you were, so, ok, guess that's fine, but nobody else thought of that as a career. Maybe you could write fiction-- you were good at that much.

You weren't always like this. There was a time when you were just a normal kid, living a normal life. But somewhere around ten, you started to change, and by sixteen you'd become who you were today. If the Old You could see the New You, you weren't sure if they'd think you were weird too, or if they'd stare up at you in awe.

Hopefully it was the latter, which made you feel good.

I mean, come on, were you born in the wrong timeframe or what?! That's what you thought, anyway. There's no way that this world was for you. The fact that nearly all people were heartless jackasses that enjoyed destroying the planet, the fact that everybody had to be the same or were considered freaks, prejudice and injustice were key factors of life and the rich got handed everything on a silver platter while the poor had to scavenge... Just, everything of this reality made you hate it. If only you'd been born five hundred years earlier, or, y'know, in Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings...

You'd really liked to have been born in Middle-Earth. You had so many books about it, you knew practically everything there was to know, even the confusing shit about Faramir being in the Fall of Gondolin. You'd practically memorized Elvish, and dwarvish, and you knew the whole six movies by heart, every line. And of course, like most Lord of the Rings fans, you had a massive crush on a certain Elvish princeling who was too pretty for his own good. In fact, Legolas was who inspired you to learn archery; maybe one day you'd be as good as he was.

Despite your wishes, you were stuck in reality, however much you hated it

. Even amongst your LARP groups, you were considered outlandish.

Everybody else had normal lives outside of their games, whereas you pretended this was your life. You didn't have any job aside from the small caption jobs you did when you weren't LARPing, no social life, nothing. The only people you had was your mother, brother, sister, and your only friend, [F/N]. They accepted you and your strange fantasies, even if they thought you'd one day regret acting in a way when you could've been beginning a normal life and being productive.

So excuse you if you decided to invite them to a LARP event and let them borrow some of your costumes. It wasn't the end of the world. But your LARP group apparently didn't get that memo.

"You invited your mom?!" A royal asshole sneered, yet you took satisfaction in the fact that his knight costume looked like it was made of cardboard painted silver, whereas your sci-fi Elf getup was actual leather and cloth. His name was Jacob Brent; you'd never really liked him. He'd always had it out for you because your costumes were so much more fabulous than his. Plus you may or may not have actually known swordplay and archery and dagger throwing and martial arts... Kinda. You were still in the process of learning kickboxing.

You cocked a sky blue-- yes, sky blue-- eyebrow to your equally bright blue hairline, spiked up in a short faux hawk. This was your first sci-fi Elf, and you'd wanted to go all out. A cocky grin split its way across your face. "Yeah, so? It doesn't effect you on any level, Tin Can."

He sniggered with his cronies. "I can't believe you don't have anyone else to come with you." He mimicked rubbing his eyes like he was four. "'Oh Mommy, I need somebody to come with me!'" His whole group burst into laughter.

You surprised them by joining in, actually appluading. "Oh, wow! Wonderful, just wonderful! Hey, should I tell Mindy that I seen you feeling up Roxie behind your fort last week?" He paled, and almost everybody in his group of crappy cosplay got 'o' faces. You put your hands on your hips. "Guess what, asshole, just 'cause I'm close with my family and you're not with yours doesn't make it a crime to hang out with them. It's my life, my decision, and I enjoy spending time with them." You hefted up a disappointingly fake spear, turning to walk away. "Oh, and by the way, your paint's chippin' off."

Reason for Hating Reality Number 6, 965: Immaturity levels are almost incomprehensibly high.

Your mom glared daggers at Jacob's Immaturity Harem. She'd always been a tough gal, always sticking up for you when you got bullied when you were younger, but now that you were an adult, she had to let you kick ass yourself; you were pretty good at it. "I don't like him." She stated casually, and you chuckled.

"'Course you don't. He looks like a cheesy robot costume you'd get from Wal-Mart with a too-big crotch protector that's not impressing anyone but himself, and he has the face of a roasting pig. Too tanned, too grubby, and always with something in his mouth."

She smiled slightly. "Has he always been giving you trouble?"

You swung your gear pack off of your shoulder, letting it yank itself down to earth. "Since the day he tried kissing my ass 'cause he didn't know me." [F/N] must've overheard that last sentence, because he burst into laughter when he approached with your brother, [B/N], and your sister, [S/N]. "You talking about Jacob?"

"Sure as hell."

You'd first met [F/N] a year ago, when you'd joined extra-curricular activites for your last year of high school. He thought your personality was incredibly brave, especially in this modern world, but even still... He was just a friend, not a best friend. You'd never had that luxury outside of your tiny family. You just didn't trust him after the life you'd had.

Unfortunately, it seems they didn't like the getups. "Do I have to wear this?" [B/N] asked dramatically, slumping over. He didn't look right in the pauldrons and leather breastplate.

"It's too heavy!" [S/N] complained.

You sighed theatrically. "My piteous children, deal with thy armor, for it must be worn despite thou complaints."

[B/N] pressed his palms together and bowed down. "Screweth thou, false companion."

You mimicked his bow. "Off to hell with thee."

"Hey! You guys! It's starting!" [F/N] cried, and ran off, his pack of weapons and magic bags trembling dangerously on his back. The rest of you followed more slowly, as you explained to your family how exactly LARPing worked. Battles weren't actually bloody, magic was just colored powder, you get points for a hit, and so on and so forth. [B/N] and [S/N] got it immediately, but your poor mom, who hadn't even ever played Skyrim, had no idea how the point system and leveling up worked. You had to explain it six times over before you'd reached the massive gathering of LARPing cosplayers. [F/N] returned to you as you reached it, carrying a map. "We were in Larsgyushter Prairie last, right?"

"Duh," You shrugged, at the same time [S/N] asked with a grimace, "Luckyestire Prairie?"

[F/N] inclined his head. "Well, I made some arrangements because your family joined us. We made for Glewnburg, where we picked up their characters, and then headed into the Elder Woods."

You took the map. "Sounds fair enough."

[S/N] frowned. "What exactly were you guys doing last time?"

[F/N] blushed; he must've liked her, which made you feel proud and like pummeling him all at once. "A quest to defeat a horde of wildebors in order to get a good amount of gold."

"How much?"

"Four hundred."

Your mom seemed confused. "Is that a lot?"

"For the land of Sisgremor," You retorted, "Not much. But it's enough for us. We hunt for food, and sleep in the woods. It's summertime, so we don't have much need for shelter unless it storms, and we know where to find caves. The coin is for some new bits of armor, and some weapon upgrades and a couple of magic books for [F/N]."

"Oh," Your mom said, and you took the lead, getting into your Elven character with a huge grin on your face.

"Come, my children! We must meet the bors by midday!" You ran off, but you didn't miss the looks over half of the LARP community gave you.

~le time skip~

The one thing you didn't like about LARPing was the enemies. They weren't believable and were crappily dressed, at least in your community. They were crappy actors and their dying acts were unrealistic. Unless they were orcs that had good makeup skills and good cosplay, they weren't worth fighting, but you had an imagination to kick them up a notch.

As always, the wildebors were just some guys in black outfits decorated with needles, and wearing pig masks with an underbite bearing tusks. Your imagination knocked them to eight-feet long beasts with bloodstained tusks, wild red eyes, and porcupine-like needles that shot out of their near-impenetrable hides if provoked.

You'd only fought these beasts once. They had three separate healthbars, each a different strength: eight hundred, four hundred, and one hundred. Your spear-- the only weapon you could afford after your bow snapped (Poor prop craftsmanship.), had a damage rate of ten health per hit, thirty if you could make a three-combo move (The highest combo move allowed.). [F/N]'s magic bombs, bolts of energy, and other magic stuff only varied from ten to fifty health damage per hit, except for his Fyrering, which was a once-a-day power that was ninety health damage, plus a three minute window of burning which took ten damage every thirty seconds.

The boars were also viscious; one hit from them took around fifty health, and at level nine, you and [F/N]'s health bars were only at two hundred and fifty, plus your armor rating of fifty and his of twenty. Your family, however, were only at level one, with a one hundred strength health bar each and armor ratings varying between ten and fifteen.

In short: that meant a hell of a lot of hits, very little openings, and there were always numbers to consider. There were six of them, and five of you. If you had your bow, this would be easy. You'd climb a tree, avoid their needles, and fire your twenty-five damage arrows relentlessly (With the thirty plus bonus from your actual bow.) while [F/N] pelted them with magic. You could take down two, maybe three that way before retreating, waiting for your strength to regenerate and your undamaged arrows to "respawn" before coming back for more battling (The arrows don't actually exist, for safety reasons. You had to wait for ten minutes before an approximated number of arrows, determined previously by the quest-giver, "reappeared" in your "inventory.").

But you had to think of a new plan. A brand new plan. You had three level one novices, two level nine intermediates, and six angry-as-hell wildebors that were level twenty. This was an impossible quest. You should never have accepted it knowing your family was coming.

You were hiding behind a huge oak, and glanced around it; for a split moment, you saw the crappy actors, but your mind quickly fixed that. Above and to your immediate right, [F/N] hid behind a mound of boulders up on a hill, and you'd positioned your family similarly. You just couldn't see them. [F/N]'s hand waving caught your attention. Frantically, he pointed above you. You whipped your head up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You gave him a look like WTF dude, and he rolled his eyes. He picked up a rock as an example and pointed back up into the branches, but still, you didn't see anything. He gestured again, almost forcefully, and this time, you seen it: brightnuts, a specialized kind of walnut bred specifically to explode into a bright white light on impact, with dangerous shrapnel and poisonous fumes that had one hundred and fifty health damage.

Of course, in reality, they were just blue and white beanbags hanging in nets rigged all over the branches, but you pretended they weren't.

But still, perfect.

You'd start calling out orders as soon as you started throwing them. [F/N] knew how to improvise to a plan already, but your family didn't. You propped your spear up on the tree, and started climbing, wincing when the bark scraped your palms; you were wearing what'd used to be white bridal gloves, but you'd tinkered with them to match your costume, sewing sky blue patterns into the gloves.

You personally didn't make a sound, but a couple of leaf-covered branches fell; luckily, wildebors were mostly deaf and blind, so you should make it to the top of the tree without any consequences.

You flashed [F/N] a triumphant smile when you reached the topmost branches, snatching a bag of brightnuts and holding them high above your head. He shot you a double thumbs-up, then made a wheel-like gesture to get you to move on. You stuck your tongue out at him, then readjusted yourself on the branch to get a good aim.

A few seconds of struggling against the knot, and you'd gotten the net open. With barely a minute of hesitation, you drew your arm back, and fired. Your aim was almost perfect. You hit one of the wildebors in the side, and you seen the actor as he started the most over-acted reaction you'd seen yet: a violent jump, then what sounded like a deranged "Guuuugh!" You rolled your eyes. So dramatic.

Either way, [F/N] whooped behind you. "Hit! A hit!"

Before you could give any orders whatsoever, [B/N] charged down the hill with his realistic-looking wooden battleaxe bellowing a war cry. You slumped over. "Aw, shit."

In the blink of an eye, [B/N] was officially dead but still pummeling the poor actors, your mom didn't know what to do, [F/N] didn't realize what was happening from behind his rock, and [S/N] was dodging air like a boss. You waited on the branch until the coach of the actors stood, took off his mask, and blew his whistle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You with the axe! You died already! Come on everybody, regroup, come on..." Your mom and [S/N] were laughing it off with a couple of the actors, but [B/N] was having a heated argument with the rest of them, and they were starting to shove each other around; he'd always been a sore loser. The coach separated them, and [F/N] called to you from below. "Guess we failed this quest, huh?"

You shrugged. "It's all good. There are other, less dangerous quests."

He perked up. "Yeah, so hurry up and get down here! We've gotta get back to Glewnburg!"

You tossed the beanbag you'd had in your hand back into the net. "Comin'." Unfortunately for you, you were a bit of a show-off. You stood, stretching your arms out for balance, walking quickly and carefully across the bough. A loud snap that echoed through the forest silenced everyone: your sudden movements had weakened the branch down the middle, where a split was slowly cracking open.

"Oh shit." Did I have to choose the top branch?

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell. Your ribs exploded with pain as you slammed into a slightly lower branch full-force. Your ankle snapped. Your arms were whipped and bruised. Your head cracked painfully across the thick, unmoveable base of one branch, and white and yellow dots burst in your vision. Your sight started to fade, as did the pain, until you met the ground with a dull thud.

I should've went to college.

~time skip~

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was, Hey, I woke up! I'm alive! which was immediately followed by, Holy fucking shit what the fucking hell did I break, then a much more painful thought of Why the fuck am I still in the goddamn forest?

And you were. You were laying on your side, in a couple of very small but still immensely terrifying pools of drying blood, one of which came from the corner of your mouth. Your entire body throbbed painfully. Every breath you took caused sharp, white-hot pains to spiderweb across your entire torso. Your ankle was burning up, and you couldn't move it or your left arm. Your head felt like you'd been hit by a truck. A truck made of solid wood...

Why were you still in the forest? You knew your mother well enough to know that she've panicked. She'd've screamed your name and ran to you and called 911 immediately. [F/N] would've done the same. In fact, there was no reason why they wouldn't have called for a medic. You fell from the equivalent of a three-story building with poles sticking out of it.

By all accounts, you should be near death.

So why were you still in the forest, exactly where you'd fell?

With immense effort, you rolled onto your back, panting heavily and wincing against the pain. Your vision swam, and things were blurry. The trees were different; the tree where you'd fallen from was tall and branchless for most of the way up, and definitely not an oak. To boot, there weren't any nets full of beanbags, and your spear was gone. Behind you was a cliff with an outcropping of rock that looked similar-- but not the same-- to the one [F/N] had been behind. There were roots and underbrush and bushes and walls of thorny branches surrounding you, and in between the ground was filled of orange and gold fallen leaves; up in the canopy, which hadn't been as thick before, the leaves were all dressed for Fall. You stared at it in confusion. "What the hell?" Shit. Even that hurt.

Where were you? Why weren't you in an ambulance with the sirens blaring? You were pretty positive you'd broken quite a few bones, and from that fall, you couldn't not have internal bleeding. So where were you?

You waited, but no one came. When the sky started to darken and the pain began to worsen, you were forced to move, slowly getting up, inch by inch, until you'd managed to be in a sitting position. It felt like all the blood rushed from your head and torso, making you cold in the evening chill. You hugged your right arm to your chest, really wishing you'd've worn arm cuffs or something; your short, high-collared, sleeveless, sky-blue leather jacket over a thin white crop top and a black corset-style belt really weren't meant for chilly weather.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice carried on, but you got no return call. Blood trickled down your chin from where your lips had rebusted; you were lucky you hadn't bit your tongue off or shattered teeth. "Hey! Help!" Still, nothing. "Hey!"

After a twenty-minute bout of screaming for help, you gave up. You were confused-- so, so, confused. Where were you and why were you here? Where was your family? Where was [F/N]? Where was the coach, and those shitty actors? Hell, where was the rest of the LARP group? You'd even be relieved if Jacob appeared out of nowhere.

The moon had risen by the time you’d made it to your feet. Your ankle wasn't as bad as it was earlier; you could put some weight on it now, even if it wasn't a lot. You must've only sprained it. You tried calling for help a few more times, but only the crickets replied.

Then, they went silent.

You frowned. In books and movies, that was usually a bad sign. What'd caused them to shut up so abruptly? Not aliens, you hoped, like in Signs.

A low growl from behind you-- behind you, dammit-- made your skin crawl. A chill ran down your spine. You turned, slowly, hoping you wouldn't aggravate the wolf or coywolf or whatever it was; it wasn't either of those.

It stood on top of the small cliff, and it was at least the size of a horse. A boar-like coat, dull brown, covered its entire body, spotted in places. Its head was broad and massive, bearing an underbite of fangs and small beady eyes. Drool fell from its jaws as it snarled at you. You were half tempted to try the "Nice doggie" before you seen the rider.

Damn, it was ugly as hell. Small, malformed, with dark green skin and a crooked nose. Greasy, thin hair hung from its wrinkled scalp. Nasty claws protruded from its wart-covered fingers and dug into the horn of some kind of saddle. It sneered with an evil grin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You didn't know what else to do; you took off running at full speed, ignoring the pains shooting up your leg from your sprained ankle. Branches and weeds whipped your skin, trailing blood. You glanced back once. The monster-- which you knew was an orc-- and the giant dog that you couldn't place the name of watched you for a couple of moments more before the orc gave a sharp order in a language you didn't understand, but it felt familiar. Two more of the giant dogs burst from the bushes on either side of the first, and they did give chase. Shit, were they what'd happened to your family? Some whackjob dressed as an orc riding a pitbull on steroids mauled everybody?!

You pushed yourself to run faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Each step jarred your aching body, but you couldn't stop. The dogs were enjoying the chase, keeping their strides slow enough to still be on your heels, but not close enough to get you yet. A new sound-- a river, maybe-- gave you hope, and you tried to move even faster, your lungs burning from the strain.

It was a river you'd heard, but it was down a steep hill filled of arching roots and thorny bushes. You didn't have time to stop; you barreled forward, tripped, and rolled the rest of the way, hurting your body even further. By the time you reached the pebbly shore (With all of the sharp edges of the rocks jabbing into you unnecessarily.), the dogs were halfway down, the orcs riding them laughing like hyenas.

You couldn't swim, but you'd rather take your chances with the river than with the giant pitbulls. You waded in, and were immediately swept off your feet by the strong current. It dragged you under, and you were bashed into some boulders, getting cut up badly. One slammed into your hip, nearly causing you to suck in. Another rammed into your already-broken ribs, and this time, you did scream, getting a huge gulp of water. A crimson cloud engulfed you as something long and sharp burst through your calf. You were pushed up against another boulder, and you grabbed on, hauling yourself out of the water and hanging on for dear life, hacking and coughing out the water that'd filled your lungs.

The dogs had chased you up the shoreline, and the orcs carried shortbows with arrows of dark wood. A glance down and, sure as fuck, they'd hit you with one in the calf, dammit. You looked ahead of you: rapids, a slow and drawn-out death. Ahead of you, probably a very painful death, but hopefully it'd go faster than drowning while being battered to a lifeless corpse.

I should've gone to college.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and braced yourself for the next arrow, but you were pretty much forced to open them again when you heard the sound of dogs yelping and orcs wailing. One of the dogs was dead, neck slashed open and pouring blood onto the rocks. It had landed on its rider, who struggled beneath its weight. The other dog had taken off, but its rider had an arrow jutting out of its face.

A troop of warriors, clad in forest-colored tunics of dark browns, greens, and grays had appeared in the second you'd closed your eyes. Every one of them had long, straight hair, braided away from their faces. Most had a quiver of arrows and a longbow, but some, like the one who'd killed the dog, had a curved longsword. Others still had long knives. Compared to the dark orcs, these people seemed to almost be made of light...

Oh shit.

Elves. These were Elves.You could see it clearly now, in the way they carried themselves: regal, majestic, every move perfectly balanced and smooth. Their ears were pointed, but not drastically like the ones from Zelda, and they were taller than most average men. You were in awe.

These were some damn good actors.

No, they couldn't be actors. That clicked, finally. Especially when you were able to see the one that'd killed the dog slice off the struggling orc's head cleanly and deftly before kicking it into the river. Thankfully, it didn't come near you.

Shit. These were real orcs, real giant bloodthirsty dogs, real Elves... This was all real. But how...?

You heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled taut, much closer to you. You couldn't exactly whip around in your current state, but you still moved as fast as you could. Another Elf, standing on the flat rocks halfway across the river, no less than thirty feet away. How the hell did he get there?!

After the initial shock passed, you realized there was an arrow nocked in the bow. You'd already felt one once in the last ten minutes, you didn't need to feel it again, so you stayed still. He watched you with eyes so blue you could see them from where you were. He was illuminated from the side by the moon, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His hair was somewhere between platinum and very light blonde, and a quiver of orange-feathered arrows hung over two identical sheaths for ivory-handled long knives. His bow was almost as gorgeous as he was: dark wood engraved with golden leaf designs. His tunic was dark green, and you admired his fancy Elven belts and buckles and bracers for a second before your eyes were drawn back to his face, the profile of which was almost... Dished, in a way, like an Arabian horse's. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if you'd seen him somewhere before...

An Elf on the shoreline spoke, breaking the trance. You couldn't understand what exactly he said; you could've swore you knew some Elvish...

The Elf staring you down watched you for a minute longer, then jerked his bow toward you in gesture, shouting an order to one of his comrades. His voice sounded so familiar... It was on the tip of your brain... It was deep and soft and gentle and commanding all at once. You couldn't explain it. Two Elves followed his order, nimbly leaping from tiny rock to tiny rock to get to where he was, then past him, coming to you. Their weapons were sheathed, so you hoped they were going to help you instead of kicking you into the water or something.

Carefully, noticing how banged up you were, they grabbed you underneath of the arms and lifted you onto the flat rocks the blue-eyed Elf stood on, still ready to fire, and stepped back as you coughed up some water in a delayed reaction to nearly drowning.

When you finished, your eyes felt like they wanted to close on their own. You felt too tired, too weak, too pained... Despite that, you sat up, shivering in the chilly evening air. "Th-thank you..." With a start, you realized they might not even understand English.

"Who are you?" The blue-eyed Elf demanded. "Answer me quickly; do not think we cannot throw you back to the river."

Shit. Pressure. Suddenly you forgot your name for a split second. "I-I'm [Y/N]."

"What are you doing in these lands?"

"I was chased," You looked pointedly at the dog and orc.

The Elf watched you for a minute, judging you... He signaled. "Throw them back into the river." Suddenly, you were being dragged.

Aw, fuck. You struggled against the Elf's strong grips. "W-wait! I don't even know where I am! The last thing I knew I was playing a game with my family and I fell out of a tree! All of a sudden I'm being chased by giant dogs and being manhandled by a couple of Elvish pri--!" You were cut off by a bought of coughing that wracked your body so hard that you doubled in on yourself, pulling the Elves down with you. Your eyes widened when blood trickled out of your mouth, leaving crimson droplets on the rocks. Shit.

The blue-eyed Elf ordered something in their tongue, and the two dragging you halted on a dime. He finally decided to lower his bow a little, inspecting you. "Are there more of you?"

You shook your head; you were getting dizzy, and your vision was blacking out. "I-I don't know... I was alone when I woke up."

The Elves conversed in their own language for a few minutes, and the blue-eyed Elf finally came to the conclusion that you weren't much of a threat in your current state. He looked to the Elves on the shoreline, and gestured at one of the ones holding you, who then scooped you up bridal style, but like you were the ugliest bride he'd ever seen. "Und win'doheim!" Shouted the blue-eyed Elf, obviously the one in charge, and lead the progression back to the forest.

I should never have gotten out of bed today...

Despite the crazy situation, you managed to doze off a few times on the Elf that carried you, until a coughing fit or pain would wake you up. A fever spiked up as you crossed a bridge, and you were half out of it as you entered some kind of woody building surrounded by trees and rivers that you couldn't comprehend very well in your feverish state. You were panting and wheezing, and couldn't see straight. It all seemed so surreal, like you were viewing this from somebody else's perspective. This had to be a dream... A very vivid, very painful dream...

The last thing you remembered was Elvish chanting, golden and white lights surrounding you, and the silhouettes of the Elves. Your pain faded, and you fell into a forced sleep.

When you woke up, a breath of relief whooshed out of your lungs. It was a dream! It was all a dream! It was night, and your nighlight had gone out, but your hall light was still on. You turned over to see what time it was, but your nightstand was gone. So was your window, and shelves and desk and computer and all of your things. Your bed was different. Your relief dissipated to terror.

Fuck. It wasn't a dream.

You were in a small room. An orange-hued light came through the low doorway, and the dark walls were ridged, as if carved from the earth itself. You felt the remains of your injuries from earlier-- or days ago, you couldn't tell how much time had passed-- as throbbing remains. Your clothes were still ripped and bloodstained, and as you stood up, it felt like you were just coming off of the flu.

Wobbly, you staggered over to the doorway, hoping to find somebody that definitely wasn't an orc or Elf.

You slammed face-first into elaborately crafted iron bars.

Outside of them, fully-armored Elves patrolled on small ledges beside the spiraling rows upon rows of cells like yours. This was a dungeon.

...Well shit.

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