#he coughs up blood and his eyes start glowing and bleeding and get kinda red and demonic lookin n whatever n

[albatris]

I have a full day tattoo tomorrow, maybe 8 hours, I'm going to get so much rental car writing done on my phone! (lying)

#best of intentions #but probly I'll be 2 sleepy and out of it lol #gotta get up earleeeeeweey #tomorrow i will be working on the tag on my murderboard titled #Nat Finch had the single most distressing week of his young life so far #<3! #his eyes bleed in front of his mechanic! he has a panic attack in a doctor's waiting room! he has sudden murderous cravings! the #mysterious force that's plaguing his body and altering his organs starts doing freaky agonising shit to his stomach and STOPS as #soon as someone calls an ambulance on nat again and people try to help him then STARTS AGAIN immediately after they leave #like it doesn't want to get fucking found out and is sentient enough to know it's being observed :) #nat is just like #why does the sun hurt make me hurt. what is this new allergic reaction. why is everything so loud all the time. wow these #intrusive thoughts sure are rough. why am i so hungry all the time no matter what i eat. whats with this fucking #perfume i keep smelling on everyone its so annoying it smells delicious and keeps reminding me how hungry i am :((( #whats happening to me :((( #lmao looks like someone didn't read the blurb before they signed on to be protagonist <3 #but yeah lmao he goes to beg his mechanic not to charge him extra but midway through the conversation #he coughs up blood and his eyes start glowing and bleeding and get kinda red and demonic lookin n whatever n #his mechanic is suddenly just like UH ACTUALLY NEVER MIND DONT WORRY ABOUT PAYING HAVE A NICE DAY #aka ''whatever the fuck this guy is i want nothing to do with it'' #n nat is just like #aww that was nice! i dont really get why he did that but I'm not complaining! maybe he just thought i was a bit down and took #pity on me? #<- has no idea he looked like a fucking demon sent straight from hell

[just-my-fandom]

Heartache (Shouta Aizawa x Pro-Hero! Reader)

A/N: Ooo-kay, finally back from my month long, needed break from writing. I’m kinda attached to MHA at the moment, so that is what I am taking requests for.

Summary; The two times where two of UAs teachers nearly lose their lives to protect their students, mindful of the child they have at home.

Request; Can we have some pro hero love where reader (pro hero) and Mr. Aizawa have a daughter and Thirteen who is readers best friend is said daughters god mom while Present Mic is the god dad plz

Akari- Japanese name meaning “Light”. Readers quirk is the ability to send large waves of energy a selective distance, and shield herself with said energy.

Two months prior- U.A.

“Alright, everyone,”

Shouta Aizawa seemed well too calm this early morning. Too calm despite the fact that he is holding a child on his hip, who looked all too like him.

“Today’s lesson is simple. Based on communication,” He starts, “Communication when it comes to citizens. This lesson will teach you how to comfort an injured or scared citizen during an attack, specifically women and children,”

“Uh, Mr. Aizawa?” Denki Kaminari was first to speak up, hand half raised in confusion, “Why do you have a baby?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mina leans forward, eyes wide and gleaming happily, “That’s Mr. Aizawas and Neutron Shields baby! She looks just like him,”

“Lets not jump to conclusions,” Shouta hums, but the barely visible smirk on his lips lets his class know that the toddler is, indeed, his own, “I brought Akari here today for the lesson that will be taught. You will all need to learn and know how to comfort a child during an attack if the child has been separated from its parents,”

“Only, however,” Shoutas eyebrow raise causes his students to watch as his daughter leaned against his shoulder and glanced outward to the class, “Akari does have a quirk. It is similar to her mother’s, as Mina predicted, Neutron Shields. Meaning if she were to get defensive, you would have to calm the child from harming herself more, or you,”

“So we’re fighting a little brat,” Bakugou mumbles, rolling his eyes so when he looked back up to his teacher, said mans hair had raised and his eyes glowed red,

“Insult my daughter again,” Shouta threatens, instantly dropping his intimidating act when Akaris hand reaches up to pat his face. With a deep sigh, Shouta looks away from his daughter to his students, “No. Youre not fighting her. Simply consult her into comfort so she knows you’re not a threat. Akaris been taught how to control her quirk on demand,”

Lowering the toddler onto the floor, Shouta steps back as soon as his daughter began to tear up, twisting to reach for her father with quiet sniffles.

“Well?” Shouta eyes the students, when Akari hiccups and looks back to the teenagers, “She’s distressed,”

“I got this,” Kirishima is first to push out of his desk, hands out and steps slow as he approached the child, “Hey, Akari, it’s okay,”

Akari is swift to shake her head and twist her upper body away from the red head. On cue, a purple bubble surrounds herself, Bakugous brows pinching as Dekis mouth dropped, hand reaching over to pat Todorokis shoulder in amazement.

The bubble then expands to hit Kirishima and throw him off his feet, landing hard on his back so Akari blinked and giggled, loudly, the bubble then vanishing.

“Me next!” Mina exclaims, Akaris eyes flicking from the red head and to the pink skinned girl, who knelt down next to Kirishima and opened-closed her hands.

Hesitantly, Akami leant forward onto her hands and knees, ready to crawl up to the girl, but instead blinked so a bubble formed around Mina, the bubble suddenly shrinking so Mina shrieked and pressed her hands to the sides in an attempt to stop the shied like bubble from crushing her.

“Akari,” Shouta speaks up, his daughter blinking so the bubble vanished, her eyes shifting to her father before looking back to the class, Mina exhaling in relief and backing away.

“Come on, shit for brains,” Bakugou scoffs, standing to his feet so Akari stared at him, “We’ve trained with Neutron Shield before. The brats no different,”

“Akari is a child,” Todoroki reminds, on his own feet and stepping forward so Akari instantly reached up, the fire and ice powered male pausing to stare at her.

Her whine when he makes no move to pick her up causes him to do so, Shouta smirking as Akari stared at Bakugou and stuck her thumb into her mouth.

“It seems she has a favorite,”

USJ Training Facility

You weren’t sure what happened. As soon as you were in line of view, two of Shoutas students- Uraraka and Ashido- immediately began to panic from where they knelt down next to Thirteens collapsed figure.

“Mrs. Aizawa!” Mina cries, tears in her eyes as her hand rests on Thirteens shoulder, “Thirteen- she took a hit-!”

You are quick to move next to Ochaco, hand opposite of Minas so Thirteens head turned and her eyes weakly looked up at you,

“Thirteen,” You call, softly, “Hey. It’s okay,”

“I tried to protect them,” Thirteen murmurs, and you nod, sliding your arms beneath hers to heave her to her feet, Mina and Ochaco quick to stick their hands out in case she fell,

“You did,” You promise, “You did amazing, Thirteen,” Your eyes flick to the class, “Where’s Iida?”

“Getting help,” Mina heaves, shakily, “What- what’s going to happen to Thirteen?”

“Shes going to be okay,” You reassure, and shift Thirteens arm around your shoulders so she fell slump against your side, “I’m going to make sure of that,” Your eyes shift to your best friend, “Do you hear me, Thirteen? Akari needs her godmother in her life,”

“I’ll always be here for that angel,” Thirteen breathily laughs, watching as you looked over in alarm at the sounds of fighting, “Eraserhead. He stayed behind,”

“He can hold his own,” You murmur, but the doubt in your tone causes Thirteen to grasp the back of your suit,

“Go help him,” Thirteen demands, extending her free hand for Mina to drape at her shoulders, “I’ll be fine,”

You hesitantly peel away from the pro-hero, glancing between her and where the fighting could be heard, before you sprint down the steps, looking up in time to see Noumu, Shigarakis weapon, on top of your collapsed husband.

“Hey!” You call, raising your hands so a bubble surrounded you, expanding in a rush to hit Noumu so he stumbled off his feet, a good distance away from Shoutas figure.

Protect him. Protect him now.

With quick steps, you throw out a hand that forms a bright (Favorite/Color) bubble, which you slide under and next to Shoutas collapsed form so the bubble shielded both you and him.

“I always wondered when I would get to fight the famous Eraserhead and Neutron Shield at once,” Shigaraki speaks, your eyes shifting over your shoulder where he stood at one end of your bubble, while Noumu stood opposite of his leader,

“But defeating them both?” Shigaraki chuckles, “A dream come true,”

The first punch Noumu sends against your bubble creates severe damage to your shield. It cracks beneath his fist, giving the monster the confidence he needs to continue punching and clawing at the barrier,

“Mrs. Aizawa can’t take them both- not on her own,” Midoryia heaves from his spot in the water, where he, Mineta, and Asui hid a good distance from the battle.

“She has shields!” Mineta reminds, shivering in a panic, “She’ll be fine!”

“Ribbit, her bubble can only take a certain amount of damage before it breaks,” Asui states, “And the damage her shields take, her body takes,”

Where’s All Might when you need him?

With a weak breath, you slide your hand beneath Shoutas head, resting it in your lap as your muscles screamed for you to drop your shields.

“Honey,” You call, pleadingly, free hand resting over Shoutas chest- thankful to feel a heartbeat, “Baby, wake up. Please,”

Looking up, you watch as the top of your bubble cracks and shrivels in defeat, Noumu stepping back enough for the shield to drop and leave not only you, but now Shouta, vulnerable.

With a startled gasp, you raise your hand as Noumu then lunged at you, the shield only protecting your face, so the punch Noumu sends forces you feet back, tumbling backwards and onto your front, leaving Shouta out in the open yet again.

Fingernails grabbing at dirt, you moan out in pain, forcing your arms to push you to sit up, raising your head in time for Noumus claws to latch at your shoulders, shoving you onto your back, his weight forcing you to gasp for air at the pressure of him on your chest,

Raising a hand that clawed at his arm, you are quick to throw a shied, the edge slicing Noumus face so he only jerked back then growled down at you.

With wide eyes, you look over to Shoutas form, then up, at a distanced- “I am here!”

Noumus weight lifts as he departs, your lungs expanding as you gasped, coughing as you sit up, slowly moving up to Shoutas form.

“Help me get him up,” You demand, when Tsuyu and Mineta rush next to you, “Please,”

“Mrs. Aizawa- you’re bleeding!” Mineta stammers, your hand raising to your mouth where blood dripped.

Shaking your head, you allow All Might to take your hand and help you stand, “I’m not worried about me. Get him out of here,”

Camp Attack

Why were you struggling so hard to fight a girl with a knife? Maybe it was because you just couldn’t stomach the thought that your students- your husband were still somewhere in these woods, being attacked by someone else.

Your breaths are shallow by the time you pull yourself from your thoughts. With a hand grasping Togas wrist that held the knife, your eyes wildly search behind you, landing on two of your students,

“Asui, Uraraka, go,” You heave, grunting when Toga shoves at your front, “Go, now!”

Uraraka gasps in fear when Togas foot skillfully hooks around your ankle, jerking so you fell on your back with a pained grunt. Toga is quick to pin over top of you, knife held against the skin of your neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a pro-hero?” Toga grins, voice high as you narrow your eyes and suck in a deep breath through the nose, “You’ve gotten weak after having that stupid baby of yours,”

“Do not ever mention my child,” You heave, raising a hand so a shield formed, that instantly vanished when Togas knife slid across your neck, startling you to gasp in quick breaths,

“Mrs. Aizawa!” The two students shriek, your eyes pinching shut as you form a small bubble around you, successfully pushing Toga off of you so you could sit up and cough, hand covered in dark red blood.

You look over and form a bubble around Asui and Uraraka, looking back up at Toga when she giggles, dragging the blood covered knife across the bubble,

“You think a small bubble can stop me from getting what I want?” With a quick jab, the knife plunges into the bubble so you flinched and raised a hand to your neck.

Vision blurry, you blink, the bubble shattering so Toga giggled and lunges forward, not before a tongue shoots out and wraps around her, tossing her to the side and into a tree nearby,

“Mrs. Aizawa!” Uraraka quickly moves next to you, eyes wide as she watches you slowly lower back onto the dirt in defeat, “Mrs. Aizawa, stay awake!” Uraraka looks to Asui, alarmed to find Toga gone, “Tsu, go get help!”

“Uraraka, Asui!” The two girls look over, to find a group- consisting of Midoryia, Todoroki, Bakugou, Shoji, and Tokoyami- rushing towards them, “Come on! We’re heading back to the Camp!”

“Our pace will be slower with two injuries,” Todoroki states, eyes flicking to Midoryia on Shojis back, before he moves to help lift you up, your arms around his and Urarakas shoulders, “We need to find Mr. Aizawa, first and foremost,”

“They said we can use our powers to defend ourselves, and now we have two injured, one being a teacher,” Shoji states, “So don’t let anyone stop you,”

Present

“You shouldn’t be moving around so much,”

You hum through a light laugh, lifting your head from where you rocked back and forth on your feet, your daughter curled against you.

“I’m not dying, Shouta. I’ll be fine,” You feel Akaris hand graze across the stitches at your neck, as you turn to face your husband.

“That’s nothing to joke about,” Shouta steps up, sliding his hands under Akaris arms to peel her away from you and against his own shoulder,

“Just thought I’d give a little pay back for the heart attack you gave me during the USJ incident,” You shrug, frowning at Shoutas glare, “Okay. Sorry. But honestly, honey, I’m okay. Recovery Girl said I should be fully healed by next week,”

“Until then you should be resting,” You roll your eyes at Shoutas statement, turning to then pluck a shirt from your pile of laundry to fold,

“Take your own advance, honey. You haven’t slept a full night in three weeks,” You turn, hand at your hip, “Why don’t we call Hizashi and let him take Akari for a day or two? Give us time to rest?”

“If you want another kid, just ask,” Shouta smirks, your lips parting as he moves around you, laying Akari in her own bed in the corner,

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,”

“Do I, though?” Shoutas hands rest at your hips, and you smile, hand at his jaw to pull his lips against yours.

“Seriously, though,” You hum, “Hizashi would love to see his god daughter. I promised Thirteen I’d help her with her own recovery,”

“I swear you love Thirteen more than me,”

“Oh, definitely. No questions asked,”

“Fine, go ask her for another kid,”

“Nah, I like my kids to have your attitude,”

“Oh, sure,”

“Really!”

#shouta aizawa x reader angst #shouta aizawa #Shouta Aizawa x reader #Shouta Aizawa one shot #Shouta Aizawa imagine #izuku mydoria #Shigaraki #noumu #all might #present mic #thirteen #uraraka #asui #toga #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines

[reginaaxxwrites]

Walls Could Talk • Todoroki Shoto

Pro Hero! Shoto x Villain! Reader

warning: mentions of blood, gore, killing, problems in psychological thinking

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"I'm asking you again. Why did you kill those people?" Tsukauchi asked the 20-year-old woman.

They were both sitting at a chair, a table between them as they were facing each other. He couldn't believe that the girl who's sitting in front of him, used to dream about being a hero someday.

But instead, she became a wanted villain. A woman who would kill innocent people, enjoying every stab she makes at a lifeless body. Her hands were used to be gentle and pure. Now, it's tainted in blood and hatred.

Tsukauchi didn't understand why she would do such a thing and why did she become what she is.

Y/N looked at him. Instead of answering his question. Her lips form a grin and started to laugh. It frightened him.

"Of course, you would ask that question." She stopped laughing and remained her body composed.

She leans forward even though chains surround her body, keeping her from escaping under their hands.

"I can see how sad and frightened you are, Mr. Tsukauchi. But you see... You can't change the fact that I killed people. I can see it in your eyes that you couldn't believe what I had become. A girl who you once thought a pure and innocent—you probably still think of me that. But I'm sorry to tell you that L/N Y/N is no longer here." She laughed again.

Tsukauchi wanted to save her. Maybe there's another way that could bring herself. He believes that there's still hope to bring back into your senses.

"No one can save me... Not even All Might himself." She looked at him, this time her eyes glowed in red like Aizawa's.

He stood up in his chair, leaving her behind. He took out his phone dialed his number. Maybe he can make her talk. Maybe he can bring her senses back.

Maybe he can bring her back.

He can't let her become like this.

Tsukauchi waited for him to pick up his phone. He balled his fist, his knuckles turning white. He's becoming impatient. He knows that he's busy due to his hero works but if he could just answer the phone.

He's the only person he thought could save her.

"Hello?"

"Shoto! I know that this might not be in a good time. But could you lend me some of yours? I need you here. ASAP." He said in frustration.

Todoroki could hear his frustration and panic through the phone. In fact, Tsukauchi called at a good time since he was about to talk to him about his recent investigation.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." Todoroki hanged up and went to his car.

Δ Δ Δ

"I don't why Mount Lady said that girls would die if I smiled. Is my smile, deadly? Does my smile kill you?" Todoroki said, sitting beside the girl who tried her best to stop herself from laughing.

"Pfft—Sho, no. You're helpless." She laughed.

Todoroki stared at her. He felt warm in his chest, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile. Everything about her just makes him feel warm and happy.

"Okay—Pfft—I'm done laughing." She giggled, removing her small tears from her eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She smiled and let her head lay at Todoroki's broad shoulder. "It's just a way of telling that they love how you smile. Because you know... You're handsome, seeing you smile makes them like you even more. It's making me kinda jealous, though." She giggled as she intertwined her fingers to his.

Todoroki caressed her hand and kissed it, making Y/N flustered from his sudden actions.

"Then, should I only smile whenever I'm around you?"

"Oh, stop. That's making me sound a little selfish."

"I don't mind."

"You're literally taking every word seriously, aren't you?"

"Is that bad?"

Y/N once laughed again. Todoroki never fails to make her laugh. But he didn't mind. Her laughs were music to his ears. He loved them. Everything. He loved everything about her.

Days like these... He wishes to stay like these forever. He never wants to let go of her hand. Without her feels empty and cold.

She brings him happiness. A love that once was taken away from him was brought back because of her.

Δ Δ Δ

Todoroki arrived at the police station where Tsukauchi is. Tsukauchi went to Todoroki after seeing him enter inside the building.

"About the investigation—"

"We have some important serious matter besides that mission." He cuts him off. "Follow me." He turned around and walks off.

Todoroki followed him, yet he is confused. What is that important serious matter is he talking about? He hopes that it isn't dangerous because if it is Tsukauchi would not just have called him but also Midoriya and Bakugo.

After entering a room. Todoroki stood there in shock to see a familiar woman sitting inside the custody suite. Chains were surrounded her body as she looks emotionless.

She's breathing, alive. But at the same time, the aura she's giving was cold. There was no warm feeling he used to feel whenever he sees her.

Todoroki could feel his body weakened. How could possibly that the girl he thought died a few years ago was alive and is sitting inside the room? Not knowing that he's outside. He could've sworn he saw her took her last breathe.

"I'm sure you know why I called you."

"H-How? She died in my arms." His voice was shaking.

"Remember the wanted villain? Phantom Scarlet. Who kills innocent people. Whether it's a child or an elder. She kills them without mercy." Tsukauchi feels sick of how brutal her ways of killing are. She likes to kill them in a creative way. She's a psychopath. A serial killer. Sure, saving her is not a solution to this case. But he wanted to know why and how did this happen.

All of her classmates knew that she had died. They were there during her funeral. So how could a dead L/N Y/N is still here, killing people as the way of her fun time, a hobby?

"Maybe you could bring herself back to senses. Or ask the questions that could get answered. I know this is a sensitive favor. But I know that you also, have some questions to ask her." Tsukauchi started to talk. He gave Todoroki a glance that he should enter inside the custody suite.

Todoroki nodded at him as he held the doorknob tightly, taking a deep breath before entering.

He sat down at the chair that faces her and kept himself calm. He took one last glance at the large window where he could see Tsukauchi looking at them.

"Y/N."

The E/C-haired girl looked at the man she once knew. She stared at him, plainly. Not really surprised that he was sitting in front of her.

"Who would've thought that he would call you."

"You died. We were at your funeral. You died during the war between Midoriya and Tomura Shigaraki. How—"

"You know nothing, Todoroki. The man we fought killed my parents, my family. I seek revenge. I wanted to avenge my parents that's why I fought him together with Midoriya even if it caused my life."

Todoroki gripped his pants. He remembered how Shigaraki stabbed her deep. He stabbed the critical parts of her body. She coughed blood, she was losing all of her blood. Todoroki trying to keep the pressure. He was desperate to close your wounds so she would stop bleeding.

"H-How did you survived?"

"I didn't die. Everyone thought I did. But I didn't." She chuckled. "No one dared to open my casket because I wasn't the one who's inside of it."

Todoroki widens his eyes as Tsukauchi heard the words she said. If she isn't the person inside... Then who?

"Surprising, isn't it?" She smiled, her voice in excitement as she was about to reveal something important. "You're wondering who's inside? Honestly, I don't even who's inside. Probably another person's dead body that I killed." She giggled.

Todoroki was in shock to see the girl he loved. Up until now. He couldn't even go out on dates and love another girl because he still loves her.

"Disappointed to see the girl you once fell in love with is a psychopath? I killed people because I wanted to. I woke up and felt an urge to kill. The first time I killed after the war... I felt alive. It's like it was the missing piece in a puzzle. It completed me. I let all of you knew that I died because being with all of you doesn't feel like home anymore."

"What about you told me that you wanted to be a hero? To save people and bring them into justice?" Todoroki asked. He was still looking for her.

Y/N...

"Aww... Can't you see, Shoto? I'm not in the right mindset. I said those words to fit in. When clearly what I wanted was to avenge my family and kill villains. It's a cruel reality, Sho. Accept it."

Bring her back...

"Did you... Did you really loved me?" He looked directly at her eyes. He could've sworn she saw her eyes widen by the sudden question he asked.

He's hoping that even if she lied about becoming a hero and her true intentions. At least the love that she gave to him was enough to make him believe that deep inside she was honest about herself. That she really, truly loved him.

"Our love made me crazy, Shoto. I wanted to kill those girls who come and flirt with you. But I stopped myself because I knew you would leave me. Though, I did hurt Camie once. She kept texting you so I gave her a little warning." She giggled. "You made me a maniac, Shoto. And you didn't even know."

Everything was clear. The days they spent together, he didn't even notice that she was a psychopath. That she has a longing for killing people. But how would he know when you were the girl that kept him warm and loved?

All of it was a lie.

"I did love you. That's why I am willing to kill for you. But seeing your face right now, makes me wanna burst into a laugh. Did I disappoint you? I hope I did."

"STOP! BRING HER BACK. I KNOW SHE'S STILL IN THERE. WHOEVER ARE YOU—JUST FUCKING BRING HER BACK!" Todoroki couldn't hold it any longer and shouted at her.

He refused to believe, but how can he tell that this wasn't happening when she told him everything.

Everything is twisted.

"Give up, Shoto. You can't save everyone. That includes me. Let me go and move on." Y/N said in a gentle voice. Todoroki calmed himself but he already knew.

She has a split personality.

"Y/N?"

"There's nothing you can do. I let myself do this. I chose this path." She looked at him the way she looked at him during their high school days. "No one can stop me from killing." Then a split second, she was no longer there, again.

"That's enough, Shoto," Tsukauchi called to get their attention. "We've got the answers we wanted. It's enough."

It was truly terrifying. Tsukauchi looked at her. She was still there but it feels like she isn't.

Todoroki went out of the room, feeling sick about what happened. She had a split personality all this time. He couldn't save her... He can't save her. Not anymore. In order for her to stop killing, is by locking her inside a psychiatric ward or by putting her on a death sentence.

"Thank you for your help, Shoto. And I'm sorry." He followed Todoroki as sat down in frustration. His right hand on his face, still shocked about everything.

"It's all my fault."

#todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #x reader #todoroki x reader #fanfic #wattpad #bnha todoroki #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #female reader

[xbunnybunz]

always maybe never [wolf keum x reader]

Summary: A story in which you love Wolf Keum, and maybe he likes you back.

Genre: Romance, Angst, One-sided romance

Date: December 27, 2020

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“They took my glasses,” He said.

He looked pissed.

You watched him blankly, taking in his bruises, the scrapes and the blood.

“Did you lose?” It slips out of your mouth before you can stop it, and boy does that get him worked up.

“No.” He snaps, louder than before. Maybe be regrets it, maybe he’s tired, but he lowers his volume immediately after. “No. I fucking didn’t.”

Silence falls over the both of you. Over you, drenched, standing over him in a moldy, stinking alley. Over him, shielded from the rain with your umbrella, lip busted and knuckles bruised.

The red and blue lights of a police car soaring through the night carry into the alley. It throws hues of neon colors upon Wolf’s face, he’s so belligerent even like this, you think you might just leave him here.

“If you’re done asking me questions, you can fuck right off now.”

He’s a nasty little thing, but the way his eyes glint like diamonds in the sliver of yellowed streetlights intrigue you.

“How long were you planning to stay here then?”

He doesn’t respond. Shifts half an inch away from you, like he kinda wants you to leave and also not really.

“It’s real cold out tonight.” You say. And he looks seriously hurt, but you don’t say this aloud. You wonder what the fight was about, if it was worth ending up next to a dumpster for.

You move closer, kneel so you’re eye-level with him despite his adamancy to not even glance in your direction. The moon bounces light off his damp hair, first silver, then purple. The city lights tend to play tricks on your eyes.

“Let’s get somewhere warm, alright?”

You present a palm to him, face up and already starting to pool with rainwater.

It hangs in the air for a long moment, long enough for you to begin to retract it. But then he reaches out and grabs it, a large, calloused hand wrapping over your own. Even in the chill of twilight, a warmth blossoms there.

“You’re fucking annoying.” Is all he says.

You roll your eyes and hoist him up to the best of your ability, which included almost dislocating your elbow as he slowly picked himself up. It’s only when the top of his head hits your umbrella do you realize how much bigger he is than you.

“Here, you should take this.” You hold out the umbrella to him. He takes it wordlessly, placing it right between the both of you. He’s shivering, despite his best efforts to hide it, you can feel the tremor of his body when it brushes against yours for that golden split second.

You look up at him, eyeballing the furrow of his brows, the slight twitch of his lip, eyes cast somewhere far into a long distance. Just what was he looking away from?

You make it to a nearby hole-in-the-wall eatery without serious injury. He flops down onto the seat like a wet fish and grills the patrons who look at him funny.

“Play nice.” You hum, moving beside him and drying him out as best you could with takeout napkins.

He grunts and exhales deep and heavy from his nostrils, hair matted to his forehead and neck. You dab at it, wondering if the purple color would bleed like cheap tye-dye. Of course, it doesn’t.

“You have such an interesting taste.” You coo. Fingers find strands of hair and pinch, rolling.

He turns his head slightly to meet your gaze, eyes cold yet burning. Like this hasn’t happened before, like he hasn’t absolutely taken you apart and pieced you back together before.

“I know.”

Just those two words are enough to send electricity down your spine. You pull away before you’re zapped by this high voltage man.

You take a seat but never break eye contact with him.

The low buzz of the yellowed restaurant lights above you hum life into your fingertips, into your ears, into your heart. It’s nauseating to see the dark red and purple bruising on his cheek and browbone.

“You should find some hobbies,” You offer, voice quieter now. “Like knitting, or something.”

Your lips begin to quirk up, but his straight face drains you of that energy.

“Maybe later.” He says, and you remind yourself to start keeping a tally of each time he says that.

“Right.” You look down at your lap and laugh, but it sounds dry. “Let’s eat, and then I’ll bring you home.”

He doesn’t argue.

The next time you see him, he’s got his glasses again. He’s still scuffed from the last fight but at least he can walk straight now.

“Are you alone?” You ask, bumping hips with him behind the slushie machine.

He takes one crinkling bag of chips off the shelf, cellophane crackling under his fingers. There’s a black motorcycle helmet wedged under his arm and he’s got his riding sneakers on.

“Yeah.”

You peek at the door and true to his word, you only spot his motorbike and pedestrians cursing how it was parked.

“That’s rare,” You tease. You’re standing close to him, so you dare to brush your pinky against his. Nearly have a heart attack when he hooks his with yours.

You look up at him but he’s not looking at you. To anyone who wasn’t watching for a sign, he’d just be pondering the selection. But you were watching, always watching for anything. A glance, a flutter, a chance that he was really there with you.

Today, he’s generous. Staring straight ahead, he graces you with a slight upward curve of his lips. Just a bit, just enough to dimple his cheek, just enough for you.

Play it coy. You pull away from him and tiptoe between the fridges with a sway in your step. You pray and pray he’s following you. When you catch sight of his figure in the reflection of a coffee pot, you feel like a million bucks.

“Ah, I wonder what I should get for tonight.”

You don’t mind that you’re in the unthawed hams section because you know he’s not paying attention anyways. He’s just relying on muscle memory while you agonize over all your movements, you’ve both been through this a hundred times.

Right on beat, he asks the question you’ve been praying for.

“Do you need a ride home?”

His shoulders look broader when he rolls them, the red school blazer stretching and falling back into place. He has no idea how mad he drives you.

“Oh, I guess that’d be nice.”

He smirks, a wicked smile.

Or maybe he does.

You love riding on his motorcycle because everything smells like him, but you guess that’s easy when your face is buried in his hair and the crook of his neck.

Every time you wrap your arms around his waist, you hold onto him like you’ll lose him. One of these days, you swear you will. Sometimes you catch him throwing a glance over his shoulder, and sometimes you wonder if today’s the day he’ll finally tell you to let go. But it never is.

The wind whips about the both of you and blisters your cheeks with the cold. He’s slowed down, and you love it because you know he rides like a demon without you.

The city lights zip by you like fireflies in the distance, the glow of commercial buildings dwindling to zero as you enter the residential area. The scrape of rubber tires on concrete pavement makes people peep out their windows, tongue in cheek, before closing the blinds.

“How are you back there?” He asks at a red light, voice muffled from under his helmet.

“Warm.” You lie. Kind of.

His chest moves in rippling motion that might’ve been a chuckle, might’ve been a cough. And he’s off again. Your eyes close and you hold him closer to you, feel his body and heartbeat against yours, breathe in the smell of his cologne, his bodywash. For the few minutes you’re on the back of his bike, there is only you and him in the universe.

It always ends a second sooner than you remember it should, and it makes you wonder if he’s riding faster or if you’re too eager. He shakes out his helmet hair and helps you off the bike like a proper gentleman, rare for someone as unruly as Wolf Keum.

“Thanks.” You say, and peer at him through your lashes, batting them slowly. You’re feeling cold and emboldened tonight, so you’re hoping he’ll take the bait.

He reaches out, long fingers brushing aside your windswept hair. He traces your jaw and it feels like home, like victory, like you’ve almost got him where you want him.

The warm lights of your house illuminate his face softly and silhouettes his more angular, predatory features. It brings out the Wolf Keum you know and you yearn to keep him like this forever, away from the bloody knuckles and broken bones that make him so sharp to hold.

“Do you want to come in?”

His eyes are calm, barely a trace of emotion save for keen interest. You pray to all the gods that he’ll come in just this once, after so many nights of being left empty handed. For a second, you think the heavens have heard you when he misses his cue to shake his head like every other time. His hesitation is dizzying, and the adrenaline that pumps through you overpowers even the motorbike ride.

He ponders for just a second too long, and his phone rings.

It snaps both of you out of the reverie. From where you stand, you can see the caller ID. Donald Na.

Wolf turns away and takes a step towards his bike to pick up the call. You can’t help the hand that goes out after him. When he looks back to you, he gestures to his phone.

“Maybe later.” He mouths.

And you smile and nod, because that’s what you always do. You watch as he pulls on his helmet and gets on the bike, idle chatter falling from his lips and into the receiver. When he drives away, the exhaust from his bike billows behind him and clouds your vision with smoke. You return home without knowing if he’d waved goodbye.

It’s a temperate day when you speak to him next.

You’re sitting in the park waiting for Wolf, shaded by trees and warmed by the sun. You’ve left the remainders of your croissant on the floor and it’s become a meal for a flurry of pigeons, cooing and flocking by our feet. An ant crawls up to your sneaker, confused with the obstruction. You’re entertained by it’s strange dancing for a few moments before a shadow crosses your vision.

“Hey.” He says.

You smile. “Hey yourself.”

He exhales through his nose in a manner that you assume is amusement.

You pat the seat next to you and he eases himself onto it, stretching out his legs and sending some pigeons head-bobbing awkwardly away from him.

Mindlessly, you note that he’s abandoned his blazer today, opting to tie it around his waist instead.

Birds chirp overhead and the grass tickles your ankles. There’s the sound of children laughing and the rushing of a fountain a ways from you.

He’s relaxed. You can tell from the way he’s kicking his feet.

You peek at where his hands are and notice that they’re close enough to feel his warmth, but don’t miss the bandages on his knuckles and forearms.

“You’ve been busy?” You ask. You pretend it’s a joke but it’s not actually.

He raises his arm and regards it as if it doesn’t break your heart to see him like this. “This? It’s nothing. Some shithead thought using a pocket-knife would hold us off.”

Something in your chest twists.

“That’s funny.”

He hums in agreement and you want to choke him for it.

You let the sounds of the park ease your mind and his. Wonder silently if there’s even a point to all of this heartache, this outlandish game of who-gives-less-fucks anymore.

Beside you, Wolf leans back and lets the sunlight wash over his face, his neck, his chest.

His eyes are closed, but you can see his eyelids fluttering slightly, like he wants to look into the sun but the brightness scares him. His messy lavender hair sweeps over his forehead and spills over his ears, just brushing the nape of his neck with soft curls. It’s nearly concealed, but you can see a faint line of a scar peeking out at you. Just past his adams apple, trailing upwards to his jaw. When he first got it, he refused to say where or how it had happened, but you’d be a fool to not know only metal and gems cut so deep.

This isn’t the only scar he adorns. You’ve memorized the marks he has lining his body like constellations; switchblade starry sky and cigarette burn borealis. In the sun, you can see the endless expanse of marks on his skin like a splatter of cursed stars. There’s far too many for you to count, so you turn away and rest your eyes.

It remains like this for a moment longer, but then he says something that surprises you.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

Your head snaps towards him, blink and situate yourself further in your seat, wondering if you had somehow fallen asleep and wandered into a dream.

Wolf nods once and the action is slow, like he’s still churning the words in his head.

“Yeah,” he says, voice low. “Everything about this situation is... Strange.”

He picks up a hand and gazes at it, brows furrowed. He clenches a fist and unclenches it, turning it this way and that in the light of the sun.

“But say I do leave, right? Then what will I have left to do? My school life is shot, and no one dares to approach me.”

He drops his hand and looks at the clouds rolling lazily over the blue sky.

“If I leave, what will I have left?”

You almost want to laugh, almost want to cry, or maybe do both at the same time. You want to ask him if he remembers who is speaking to at all, but you cannot find the courage.

Suddenly, he looks in your direction and that peaceful yet painful moment is over. A strange look crosses his face and you can feel him tensing, back becoming just a bit straighter.

As you turn, the sound of a hundred of flapping wings taking off meets your ears. The shadows of pigeons in flight scatter across grass and the park path, crossing over the figures approaching briefly before ascending skyward.

The first foot to emerge from the shadows belongs to a tall blond hair with sharp eyes, followed by three or so other men.

You stare, but he doesn’t spare a glance in your direction.

“Keum, didn’t expect to see you in this part of Yeongduengpo.”

Wolf remains reticent. You look at him but he won’t take his eyes off of Donald.

Donald raises a hand to gesture to Wolf and you don’t miss the way his silver rings glint in the midday sun, all precious metal and shining gemstone. When he speaks, it’s almost a hiss.

“Come, I have last week’s reports to discuss with you.”

He doesn’t move from beside you, but you can hear him swallow thickly.

Donald begins to stroll again, the men beside him following suit. As he passes Wolf, he fails to even regard you and it makes you feel tiny.

A second passes as he holds his gaze with Wolf, it’s a challenge to disobey and it’s not at all unfamiliar to you. Those dreary nights Wolf has spent with you, both a man and a husk of a man, is because of Donald Na. It is within this essential and excruciating second that his behavior either becomes normal or abnormal, dictates whether he steeps deeper into that endless black sea or fights amidst the raging storm.

In this second, you hope he remembers himself, hope he remembers you. Those endless nights you’ve spent picking up pieces of his shattered self, putting him back together and brushing over the cracks with adoration. Those endless nights you’ve spent despairing for him, for yourself, for all the tears you’ve cried when trying to convince yourself this won’t get any better.

You hope that he proves you wrong this one time, hope that in his heart, he knows he’ll always have you.

But when you feel him pull his hand from yours, you already understand his answer.

You’re acquainted with this sensation in your throat, this burning in the back of your eyes. It’s made a home in your heart, barren since the day you ever laid eyes on Wolf Keum.

Still, a final flame of hope flickers within you.

You grab his hand just before he’s out of reach. When he looks back, he’s all sharp teeth and hard eyes but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

“Can we…” You want to speak, but your tongue feels leaden and dry. “Can we speak about this soon?”

Wolf’s face remains the blasé, brows set in a furrow and lips downturned into just the slightest scowl.

To a passerby who wasn’t looking for signs, he may seem apathetic, annoyed, even. But you were no passerby. For Wolf Keum, you’d always be willing. Waiting. Watching. For a glance, for a flutter, for anything that meant you hadn’t been the only one foolishly in love the entire time.

And for a second, you think he regards you with a gleam in his eye, something that resembles sorrow, or regret, or anything else that may ease the stale aching of your heart. But when he opens his mouth, it’s that same damning line again, that empty promise that keeps you stumbling in darkness for a trace of salvation.

“Maybe later.”

It will only ever be Wolf Keum that you allow yourself to be swindled by every time. You promise yourself this. Release his hand, or he pulls it away from you. You cannot tell which came first.

“I understand.” You say, heart breaking again.

You never will.

#weak hero #webtoon weak hero #wolf keum #seongji geum #wolf keum x reader #reader insert #fanfiction

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Across Dimensions part two:

Awakening:

Ghost POV:

I groan as my biotic implant feels like it bounced around my head. The air is cool against my face.

My vision returning too me as I see Phoenix sit up as well. "It appears that we are not dead, just... misplaced."  I say massaging my temple to try and relive my headache.

I look around seeing a thick jungle around us the air was thick and damp, the place looked beautiful, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling, then my ears picked up something else. Gunfire, I checked the HUD of my visor and found I only had my side arm (A/N:the pistol in the drawing I think it's the Carnifex hand cannon. please correct me if wrong.) and stand to my feet and walk over to Phoenix and help her to her feet. "You're right about that we are misplaced." She says surveying the area. "Were are we Ghost?"

"I don't know but we need to move, I hear gunfire." I go run in the direction of the firefight.

"Phe do you have a weapon?" she reaches for her back, nothing then reaches for her side to pull out her Predator pistol. "How many clips? I only have five."

"five, maybe we'll find more of our stuff on the way."

"Either that of more clips." I say as I put a barrier over my armour shield.

As we weave through the jungle into he direction of the noise I spot marines in a strange uniform and rather tall people and, or mechs in heavy armour and a brunette man in what looks like an officers uniform, they were under heavy fire from these strange machines some looked like the old style drones just glowing and sideways floating and some looked like skinny glowing FENRIS mechs and the other ones I had no idea what the hell they are.

"We need to help them." Phe motioned the her pistol and looked at me.

"We don't have enough clips." "We don't but we have an Omni-blade and we have biotics."

"sure... but we don't know them."

"We are members of the Alliance Military, It is OUR duty to help our fellow man, so let's go."

"Yes Lieutenant." She says as I sneak along the edge of the battle getting behind the strange robots.

Saying a silent prayer as I launch myself over a fallen tree firing at one of the dog-like ones, then another as Phoenix was next to the other marines firing at the other machines, creating a biotic sphere around her and the others as they look to her in mild fear, but quickly return to firing at the machines, I biotically charge at one of the larger ones and then used nova pouring the energy from my shields into it, as the larger one dissolved into a orang-yellow glowing dust. I then use stasis on a group of the dog-like ones and then throw.

A larger one appeared behind me about to bring it's blade down on me, as I quickly turned around activating my omni-blade and stabbing it in the side, at that the current battle came to an end with the strange marines finishing of the remaining forces, Phe waked to me looking exhausted from using biotics after what happened earlier on the Normandy, god knows what state our implants are in.

"Hey phe, you good?"

"Yeah, out of clips, a bit tiered and slight headache, but otherwise good." She says, as she looks o my nose. "Umm... Ghost your nose is... uh bleeding."

Surely enough I put my gloved hand to my nose to find the warm crimson liquid on my finger-tips. "Probably due to damage to my implant, either that or doing too many things at once again."

Our discussion was ended by the sound of guns being cocked and aimed at us, me and Phe immediately put a Barrier over ourselves and activated our omni-blades, I feel more blood slowly drip out my nose. A brunette woman stepped forwards *so not mechs, just really tall humans.* I thought.

She had a strange looking pistol at us. "What and who are you?" She demanded, her voice filled with authority. 

We looked at the tall female confused. Phe spoke up. "Don't you know what biotics are?"

"No." The brunette says coldly. I start to fidget, those machines could come back anytime or worse, and yet they're questioning us out in the open.

"Ok I may be speaking out of turn, but do you really think this is the right location to play twenty questions? Those machines could come back and we are all unprepared." I say, the brunette goes to argue further but the man in the officer uniform stops her.

"Lieutenant Palmer enough, the lady is right." He says looking around at the other marines.

"We need to find somewhere to treat our wounded and try to re-establish sturdy communication with the Infinity." The brunet woman speaks up again. "We still don't know them and their armour is not standard UNSC or civilian wears and judging  by the design definitely not spartan."

"I understand that Lieutenant." He turns to us with a dorky smile on his face.

"I'm commander Lasky and this is Lieutenant Palmer." He says to us as he motioned to the brunet woman.

"Nice to meet you commander, I'm Lieutenant Kaen, an my companion her is Lieutenant Panshura." I say briefly and professionally.

"But with all due respect, sir. This is hardly the place for introductions either." I say as I use my Omni-tool to scan the nearby area detecting a nearby structure.

"I have a location on somewhere That will be able to provide ample cover and a safe place to tend to the wounded, and hopefully you can re-establish communication with you ship." I say as me and Phoenix start to walk to the location I sent to her Omni-tool.

I look over my shoulder at them. "Feel free to stay there, or follow us. I ain't the one in charge of you."

After a few minuets of walking I check behind me to see the marines, Spartans, the Lieutenant and the Commander following behind. I lean to phe. "What do you recon about them?" I whisper to her.

"Lieutenant Palmer seems to have her guard held high with us, while Commander Lasky seems like the type of person who keeps an open mind." She whispered back.

I laugh slightly. "I mean the Commanders a bit of a dork though."

"Kinda reminds me how you are talking to the opposite sex normally." She retorts.

"Heh kinda like you talking in general."

"At least I can talk to people, without keeping it brief."

"At least I can keep it brief."

"Keep it brief huh?" She says smirking, as I flush a bright red.

"That's how I meant!" I yell embarrassed, whispering is out the window.

"See that's were keeping 'it brief' goes wrong, people tend to misinterpret thing."

"You know exactly what I meant!"

"Oh, do I now?" The conversation was interrupted by a short cough. we turn around to see an unimpressed Lasky. "How much did you hear?" I say meekly.

"Everything." He says looking at me. "So I'm a 'Dork' ey?"

"Nothing wrong with being a dork." Phe says with a shrug. Lasky gives her a 'really' look.

"Eh. I tried to save ya." She says patting my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it as an insult, but I guess that's up to the person's interpretation. I am sorry if I offended you." I say slowly sinking in on myself *I never apologise.* I notice Phe look at me mildly surprised. "wow. You've reached a whole knew level of dysfunctionality." She says sarcastically, laughing slightly.

I just start walking looking at the ground refusing to speak. "What do you mean by that?" I over hear Lasky asking Phe.

"Oh, she never apologises. You must've really made her unconfutable for her to apologize. Without argument." She says laughing slightly.

"Should I consider that an honour?" He says, I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Most people make her unconfutable, especially ones she finds cute." She says laughing slightly.

As I increase my walking speed. And I wasn't paying attention as I feel something tug my ankle as I fall forwards and down a slope, my helmets visor finally smashed cutting the ridge of my nose as I land with a thump. "I think there's a fucking slope!" I yell up minorly in pain, as I pull my helmet off. *No use now.*

"Hey! There's a slope, I think it's pretty steep." Phe says

"No shit Sherlock!" I yell up, as she takes a step and slips down.

She stops just besides me as I feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder. "Hey Phe, my shoulders outta place!" I see the others found a safer route down as they walk over to check on us. "You two ok?" Lasky asks.

"I think I fucked my ankle over, but I'll be able to walk." Phe responds.

Lasky looks to me. "And you?"

"Well, my helmets fucked and My shoulder is dislocated but I can deal with that..." I say looking down at my literally twisted ankle.

"I think I'll be fine... Just... Just need to... Uhhh... Walk it off. Yeah. Just gotta walk it off." I say painfully popping my shoulder into place with a sickening pop, I try to stand up but as I put pressure on my ankle I scream slightly and fall back down.

"I don't think your ankle is meant to face that way." Phe says looking slightly worried.

"I agree, the condition of your leg leaves you in no position to walk." He says taking a step towards me, helping me up and proceeding to attempt to loop my arm over his shoulder, but there was a major height difference also I can't walk without support so he took it upon himself to carry me bridal style. "W... What are you doing, I... I can walk..." I say getting gradually more and more embarrassed. Lasky looks down at me with a serous face.

"No you can't your ankle is facing the wrong way." "But..."

"Actually you would be surprised, she's walked on worse." Phoenix says, attempting to save me from further argument.

"Such as?" Lasky asked.

"Well, something fell on the lower half of her left leg and crushed below the knee, she voluntarily hoped for a full hours walk."

"She is not doing that, her ankle needs to rest and have no stress on it, at all." And he starts to walk.

"Stubborn bastard." I grumble under my breath.

"I heard that."

"I hope so." I say crossing my arms, looking away from him.

"And she's being a child, again."

"She does this often?"

"For someone as hard-ass as her, she's surprisingly immature."

"Heh, reminds me of some people I know."

"I'm going to the back." Phe says as she slows her walking pace and lags at the back.

"You didn't have to carry me." I say meekly.

"Well, you and Miss Panshura assisted us, and even though you did kind of insult me..."

"I said I was sorry."

"... You helped me and my men, so I'll help you." He says looking down at my smaller frame in his arms.

"Thank you... and... and I'm sorry for insulting you." I mumbled.

After halve an hour and a few altercations with the strange machines, and of Lasky carrying me walking we reached a very advanced looking structure buried in the forestry.

"Commander this is the structure I detected on my map, there's a clearing a bit further along you could try to secure as a landing zone." I informed him.

"Thank you for finding the location for us."

"It's standard protocol, if lost in a unknown location and if you have wounded find a safe structure of a defensible position and head there immediately."

"That makes sense. "

"Also Commander?"

"Yes?"

"Can you put me down now, I want to scan the structure, and maybe some of the plants, see if any have medicinal uses?"

"Sure but either me or another marine will accompany you. You still haven't explained what a Biotic is."

"I understand I guess we have plenty of time now for me and Phe to explain a biotic, but I also have the information on my Omni-tool." I say activating it and pulling up the files on Biotics.

After a few minuets of him reading the information he looks at me. "So it's like telekinesis?" He asked curiously.

"Kind of, it is hard to explain but it has a multitude of uses, but just believe this me and Phe are on your side." I say reassuringly.

"Hey, I'm convinced. I think that the Lieutenant will need more convincing that me." he says smiling slightly. I laugh slightly. "So Commander, You said that you would allow me to take scans of the architecture? May I?" I say keeping eye contact with the taller male. He thought for a few seconds. "Sure, but I did say with supervision, and since your leg is still the.. uh... way it is. I will accompany you." He says wrapping an arm around my waist to allow me to walk properly. I huff in mild annoyance. "I'm not a child you know."

He looks down at me from the corner of his eye as we were walking about the large space of the structure. "Well you sure do act like one." He says mildly amused.

I was about to say something in response but we stop by what looks to be a terminal. "Scan away, Little Biotic." He says almost teasingly.

"You do know I can make you have to cling to the ceiling right?" He gulps.

After a few moments going through the alien terminal, and learning about these Forerunners, and me and the Commander poking fun at each other.

We both hear the Lieutenant's voice ring through, Commander picking p movement outside the door." A few seconds of silence. "It's the Master Chief, sir."

"Affirmative Lieutenant." As he wraps his arm around my waist again. Escorting me back to the main area.

#this is cringey #i am sorry #captain lasky x oc #mass effect x halo #Across Dimensions

[b0osblog]

Mafia Blood- Chapter 1

ayyyyyyy! It’s ya boi!.... *coughs* so how you been?.... yeah sorry for not posting in a while.... I kinda get sidetracked... BUT! I now have a story. I’m about 3-4 chapters in writing it (cause i suck at writing with a really short time period so I want to be ahead). Its on the BBS! But I hope you enjoy it. It’s a Mafia-Monster A/U (Idea credit to @hiyometoo). I would like to put a disclaimer as well. There will be some serious themes such as suicide, abuse blood, death. If you are uncomfortable with this, this story isn’t for you. Adding to that. this is a story. I do not view these people or the relationships between them to necessarily be who they are in real life. But I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. I don’t really have art for it but I’ll be working on it! If you want to do art or get inspired by it, by all means draw it if you wish! @ me if you post it so I can see it! I love seeing people draw and different art styles! This story isn’t the best but I hope you guys enjoy anyway. This isn’t a Shipping book either, even if some of the writing seems to suggest so. It’s more so hinting at future friendships as such. One more thing before I let you guys get the story. I’ll be posting the story chapters once a month (on like the last Sunday AEST). Anyway I’ll let you guys read it and judge for yourself! I hope you guys are having a good day/night and I’ll see you soon!

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Chapter 1

Every river leads to an ocean. Stars do burn out. So yes, everything ends. But do you want to know a secret? Everything- and I mean everything, begins again.

                                                                                                             -Eric Van Vuren

It was a quiet night for the casino. There were still a lot of people but not as much as there usually was.

“You sure everything is in place?” Ryan’s concerned voice was quiet as he hid behind the pillar.

“Yes Ohm. All you have to do is get people to use their cards over their cash. Everything will be fine.” Wildcat spoke slowly and quietly, as if he were distant from the mic while making sure Ohm heard everything.

“OK… Here goes nothing…” Ohm airily said.

“Good luck man. We’re rooting for you.” That’s all Ohm heard before the line went dead.

"OK… no pressure at all guys. No pressure at all.”

He felt that something was up. It almost seemed to quiet of a night, especially with what he had to pull off. He walked out from behind the pillar, taking a deep breath and putting on his best-selling smile. Eyes were felt on the back of his head but he ignored it. Looking would only make him seem suspicious. Ohm did however peek out the corner of his eye. He saw a demon. He seemed to be missing an eye but Ohm didn’t look for long enough to be sure though.

He continued his trek towards the bar, shaking his head as he neared, trying to clear his mind.

“Hey Del! Sorry I took so long! Things got a little out of hand on the phone. Hope things didn’t get too busy while I was gone!” Ohm’s voice was bright, but had an edge to it.

Delirious gave him an understanding nod, his blue eyes glowing behind the hockey mask.

“No problem man. Just make sure you focus on whatever it is that’s happening with your fam.”

“Thanks. I’ll… be sure to do that.” He gave a grim smile a jolt uncertainty gripping him.

He shook his head again and slipped behind the bar and began to serve people, charging them on card.

It was made a lot easier considering Delirious was working the opposite end of the bar. It raised more red flags in his head but he continued anyway.

‘He was family. They wouldn’t betray him… would they?’

Delirious had been occupied talking to an owl like man. One that Ohm recognised to be Vanoss.

‘What was he doing here?’

A demon of sorts sat in front of him downing the shot of vodka he had just ordered His eyes- well eye- narrowed on him slightly.

“Hey floppy ears! That owl shit over there that you keep looking to, why does he get to pay with cash? I gotta pay with card.” The demon asked curiously, peering at him suspiciously.

One eye had a scar in the shape of a jagged edge 'x’. He wore a dark suit with the dress shirt collar flipped up like he was some sort of popular person. He held a lazy-confident sort of smile despite the serious demeanour he held. His dark brown eyes hiding something, though Ohm couldn’t tell what it was.

“Sir, you haven’t paid for the last two rounds. It would be easier if you-”

“You think I’m that drunk that I don’t remember paying? I-”

“Look sir. I’m sorry. I just thought it would be easier for you. Instead of you fishing out cash and me having to get the change. If you’d-” He was cut off by the demon standing up and leaning on the bar, a somewhat sinister smile on his face.

The look in his eye showed something else, it almost looked like regret.

Some people looked over at the disturbance but looked away almost instantly.

‘What was their problem? They looked so scared.’ Ohm thought as he glanced back at the red man in front of him through his blindfold.

“Don’t pull the innocent act with me bunny-boy. I know who you are! I know who you work for!”

Ohm’s ears flattened down against his head. He didn’t like the name, a small frown formed on his face as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes. I work for Mr. Frank Patterson. He owns this casino.” There was an edge to Ohm’s voice, causing monsters to look his way and shaking their head rapidly, their eyes screaming ‘no’.

“No. No you don’t. My father wouldn’t hire anyone from the mafia. Especially from Wildcats’ side of things.”

“Sir… I don’t kno-”

“Bullshit!” The demon now had hold of Ohm dark vest, pulling him closer. “Tyler sent you, didn’t he Ryan.” There was a dark sinister side to his voice but there was something else, as if he were almost afraid of something.

“I swear to god I have no clue what you’re talking abo-” Ohm was cut off by Delirious speaking up, who now had a firm grip on his left arm, the demon on his right held the opposite.

“You will remain silent for the rest of the journey.”

A feeling passed over Ohm; it felt like his voice box had closed up and a weight pressed on his chest, making him want to take deep breaths but remained from doing so. He tried to speak but no sound could be heard, leaving the three men in silence.

“Finally the dumb bunny is quiet.” The demon sighed in a relieved kind of way.

Ohm narrowed his eyes, a scowl scrunching his face up.

‘He’s really starting to sound like Wildcat…’

“I wouldn’t mistake Ohm for being a ‘dumb bunny’, Cartoonz. I don’t even know what power he has, so I’d be careful what you say.” Delirious’ voice held a sharp and serious edge to it.

Ohm looked to delirious, confused.

‘He hadn’t figured out his power?’

Cartoonz grumbled something under his breath as he moved to get behind the bar, jerking Ohm forward harshly, towards the exit as he did so.

They neared two Corvettes, one black and the other an azure blue.

“In.” The demon growled as he opened the passenger door to the black Corvette and shoved Ohm forward.

Ryan stumbled but caught himself before sitting calmly as the door was slammed and the demon stormed towards the driver’s side. He shouted something to Delirious before opening the door and throwing himself into the seat with a scowl.

“I know you won’t be able to reply but you can nod or shake your head. If you lie, I’ll know.” Cartoonz sounded agitated but also curious.

The car roared to life and before Ohm could blink they were out of the carpark with a screech of rubber and a trail of smoke following.

 They were currently on a highway to nowhere, well from what Ohm could only assume. Cartoonz was staring intensely at the road ahead, while the blue car stayed close behind them.

“Ok, you blindfold wearing dipshit. Is Wildcat planning on trying to over throw my father?” Cartoonz questioned.

Ohm looked thoughtful for a moment. He knew that if he lied he’d probably get his assed kicked, but it was the same vice-versa. He came to the conclusion of telling the truth, it being the lesser of the two evils. Ohm nodded his head yes.

“Was he planning on doing it in the near future?”

Ohm nodded again.

The demon cursed under his breath. “Really starting to wish Del didn’t bind your mouth shut permanently for the ride… how on earth am I going to get the time frame of the attack?”

Ohm stared thoughtfully at the demon before holding up 1 finger.

“What the fuck are you doing? Threatening me?”

Ohm shook his head.

Cartoonz looked to be in serious thought.

“What are you trying to do then?”

Ohm rolled his eyes under the blindfold and slapped his head.

‘Is he really that stupid?’

“Are you giving me a time? Day?”

Ohm gave a quirt nod.

Cartoonz gave him a side long look.

“You’re being awfully open about this…” Cartoonz looked suspicious.

Ohm shrugged but held up the figure again.

“OK… you are giving me a time span right?” There seemed to be a softer edge to his voice, like something changed in his head.

Ohm nodded.

“OK… week?”

A shake of the head.

“Um… please don’t say it’s a day.” A light panic seemed to tint the demons voice.

Ohm looked at him curiously.

‘Despite him being an ass… he seems to really care for his family.’

Ohm shook his head.

Relief flooded the demons features and his grip lessened on the steering wheel.

“OK then… a month?”

His heart was pounding. He had one more chance to falsely lead them, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to do so.

Ohm looked away and nodded. He could deal with Wildcat’s anger.

And worse come to worse, he could flee to Moo’s group.

Cartoonz slammed the steering wheel harshly. “When we get there you’re gonna tell me exactly how and where he plans to do this. Or your neck will find itself bleeding.”

Cartoonz gave him a look that said it wasn’t an empty threat. But there was also something in his eye that told him that Cartoonz wouldn’t actually enjoy it. Ohm only nodded and looked ahead, his eyes beginning to droop.

“Get some rest. I want you to be able to recall every detail of the plan and not be sleepy. ‘Cause you forget shit when you’re sleepy.”

Ohm nodded, he was feeling tired and besides, if he was going to die, he wanted to catch up on some sleep before then.

He rested his head against the seatbelt, letting sleep numb his body.

“I’ll wake you when we’re there.”

It was the last thing he heard before falling asleep.

#bbs #bbs crew #ohmwrecker #cartoonz #bbs cartoonz #h2o delirious #writing #fan writing #BBS Mafia/Monster A/U #i hope you enjoy #have a good day/night

[currahee-gal]

Can I request some soft Speirs?????? Pleaseeeeee????? ❤

Okay so this took a totally different turn that I first expected it to. Like at first I was like “yeah fluffy Speirs” and then I actually started writing and I was like “oh this took a turn”.

Home

Pairing: Ronald Speirs x Reader

Warnings: Angst, injury, blood, night terror, soft!Speirs, comforting

Word count: 826 (sorry it’s kinda short)

These stories are solely based on the actors from the Bamd of Brothers series, not the actual heroes

Strained cries for a medic can barely be heard over the blasts of artillery from overhead. Specks of dirt, snow, and splinters of wood hit the back of your neck and cheek as you run through the bombarded forest. Your chest was tight from your labored breathing. You felt like your heart was going to explode from your chest.

“Foxhole, where’s a goddamn foxhole?!” You thought to yourself. Finally, you find one and dive for it. Before you can reach safety, a blast knocks you from the air and onto the snow floor. 

You lie there for a moment, stunned. Your ears are ringing and your vision was blurred. After blinking a few times, you looked up at the tree line, or lack thereof. Above you was nothing but bombed out trees and cloudy skies.

You winced when you tried to get up, a sharp pain shooting through your core. You craned your head down to see a rather large piece of shrapnel sticking out from your right side. Next to you was a blotch of red snow, slowly growing larger.

In the distance, you can hear a voice calling for a medic. Now they were calling your name. They were getting closer and closer…

You wake up.

You sit up straight in your bed, gasping for air. You cough a couple times, feeling like someone had just punched you in the stomach. You hands grasp the duvet with white knuckles. If your fingernails were digging into your palm, your hand would be bleeding.

Ron was already sitting in front of you, wide eyed awake.

“Y/N? Y/N, look at me honey.” Ron whispered, a hand reaching to cup your cheek.

To him, you had been looking through him like a window. Your eyes were wide and wild, flicking every which way as you panted like you had just double-timed Currahee. When his hand touched your cheek, it was burning up. His other hand reached to touch your forehead, which was also warm with a sheen of cold sweat. His brows creased. “Y/N, look at me. I’m right here, baby. I’m here.”

You blinked a couple times, eyes finally focusing on his. A tear rolled down your cheek, which was quickly wiped away by Ron’s thumb. You sighed heavily, leaning into his touch. He leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t. Stop that.” He cut you off softly but firmly. He presses another kiss to the top of your head and pulls you into him. You wrap your arms around his middle, grasping at his sleep shirt for dear life as sobs started to bubble up in your throat.

“Was it the same dream?” He asked as he started to pet your hair. You nodded into his chest. He heaved a sigh and kissed the top of your head.

“I was back there…” You whispered, pulling away from him and slowly leaning back against the headboard. He sat in front of you, his legs moving to hang over the side of the bed as a hand rested on your knee. “Back in Bastogne.”

He nodded and squeezing your knee. Your left hand reached across your body to your right side. Your fingers started to trace the scar tissue through the material of your silk camosal.

“Ron, it was so real.” You look up at him to meet his charcoal eyes. They were staring intently back into yours. You took a moment to appreciate the moon creating a glowing silver halo around his ruffled hair.

“But you’re not there anymore. We aren’t there anymore. You’re here with me, in the states.” Ron scooted a little closer. He grabbed the hand that was tracing your scar to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. He lowers your hand to rest in his lap as he started to fiddle with the engagement ring on your ring finger with his thumb.

You squeeze his hand tightly. “I thought I was going to die.”

“I didn’t.” He said simply.

“You didn’t?”

“God no, you’re way too stubborn to leave like that. You had too much fight left in you.” He crawled to his side of the bed and pulled your back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, burying his nose to the side of your neck. There he placed a kiss, tender and soft.

“Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?”

“I don’t know.” You whisper. You glance at the clock on your bedside table. 3:09 AM. You groan a little, turning in Ron’s arms to curl into his chest. “I’m calling in sick tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” He hums, pulling you closer. You lift your head up to place a sleepy kiss to his lips. When you pull away, he smiles.

“Try and sleep, love. Okay? I’m right here. You’re safe.”

“I’m home.” You sigh. Your words make Ron’s heart flutter.

“You’re home.”

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@gottapenny 

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[razorblade180]

Lasting Embers pt17: Bloody Sand

Jael:*twirling her new whistle* Die huh? Somebody is quick to the point; not even gonna say your motives.

M:Thought that would be obvious *cracks knuckles*

Jael:*staring at the figure in the far back* If I had to take a guess I’d say the only reason the lady is protected in the back is to act like a pretty little storage unit for powers. How’s it feel to be wanted only for your body? Self esteem must be low.

C:Oh I’m going to enjoy killing you. *eyes glow a blood red*

*grimm form a wide circle around Jael*

Jael:(That confirms it; I guess these are the cult members I’ve heard about. Explains why they would be looking for mom) *looks to her left* you seem pretty normal; no weird black veins or glowing eyes like your friends.

H:*crouching low* maybe not but trust me, I play rougher than both of them. *grips his machetes*

*wind howls*

Jael:(Well, looks like they aren’t just gonna let me run. Guess I got no choice) *slowly inhales, left arm resting on her sword*

H:Lady, are you sure you wanna do th-

Jael:*channels her semblance and blows the whistle.....hard.*

*a high pitched screech agonizes everything, forcing them to cover their ears. This whistle slightly cracks*

M:Agh! What kind of whistle.....!?

Jael:(Better move fast....) *flicks the tackle box up in the hair and kicks it at him*

M:*catches it* Hmph, foolish g- *box rattles*

Jael:Better hope that’s not your writing hand.

*box instantly drops to the ground, crushing his hand underneath it. A think black substance oozes from his hand as he shouts in pain*

Jael:(No aura?)

H:Master!!!! *dashes at Jael*

Jael:So that’s what the “M” stands for.... *quickly fires her sword off one of his blades then blocks the other with her sheath* thanks...

H:DON’T FUCK WITH ME! *sand pillars shoot up around them, transforming into a copy of his likeness*

Jael:*head butts him before jumping towards her blade* that’s unexpected.

*the both of them immediately go at it exchanging sword strikes. Jael rapidly countering each side slash with her own while taking shots at the sand clones*

Jael:(He’s pretty good)*side stepping him to thrust another attack into a clones head, causing it to crumble.*

H:*smirks as four more clones form as he hurls a blade* let’s see you weasel your way out of this one.

C:*eyes glow*, sending the pack of grimm to attack from all directions*

Jael:Alpha, you wanna do something? It’s your pack after all.

Alpha:.....*burrows away*

Jael:I guess I should’ve seen that coming.

H:You named a grimm?

Jael:Sigh, you see.... *knocks his sword through a clone and back at him.* I’m not very popular or social for that matter. *takes a breath and stomps her foot*

*all the grimm around her start to sink into the sand slowly*

H:*knees begin to buckle* What in the....my body, I can’t-

Jael:Move? Almost like there’s some sort of weight keeping you down? *running at him*

Master* writhing in pain* Gravity......she’s messing with gravity. Dust on her sword? *trying to move the box*

H:That...explains a lot.

Jael:Does it really though? *raising her hand*

H:*Rises in the air, his clones disappear* It’s her semblance!?

Jael:Scary right? *jumps above him and axe kicks him into the sand* Considering the punishment you’re able to take and your skills. The “H” is for huntsman? *floats him above the ground* I’m also guessing you have to make a clone on whatever your feet are one. Be glad I don’t just cut off your legs.

C:*shaking as she pulls out a pistol* You crazy bit-Jael’s blade flies by grazing her faces and also drawing a suspicious black blood from her.

Jael:H, M, C. The huntsman is just that, a huntsman. Used for his strength to protect the other two. Master is the kind I can’t seem to figure out, but it looks like he has things in common with you. *points to her* catalyst.....

Catalyst:*starts walking backwards slowly*

Jael:You get grimm unde control and then the Master command then freely because who would listen to a frail thing like you? *walking towards her*

Catalyst:Stay back!!!!

Jael:Or what? You’ve proven to me that those who control grimm severely reduce the aura to basically nothing. I’d start talking if I was you.

Master:Don’t you dare utter a word! Do you hear me!?

Jael:I’ll blind her......

........

Jael:You all heard me. I will blind her if nobody talks. I’d imagine sure that will make the grimm around here pretty restless and angry. Nothing likes being controlled.

Master:.....go right ahead

Catalyst:*flinching at his words* wha...what?

Master:You seem surprised. Your whole purpose is to aid then be discarded. Why would anyone do anything different?

Catalyst:......*drops to her knees*

Jael:........I guess you need friends more than I do. *raises her sword* tough luck.

Catalyst:WAIT! I’ll talk; I’ll do anything! He- *ground collapses beneath both of them*

Jael:*Stabs blade in the wall and hangs there*

Master:*eyes bright red* Oh how the weak break so easily. If you’re not willing to the limit... *finally frees his now deformed hand* then why do anything in life?

Jael:*looking down below*......... what kind of monster does this?

*a horde of dog like grimm maul the cult member below; biting her to the bone*

Master:*looking over the ledge* What else would you expect from the grimm?

Jael:I was talking about you. She fought for you and you killed her in cold blood. *clenching his fist* I’d expect more out of humanity, a team!!! Who are you to decide just how much someone is worth!? What they can *cough* what they can become.....? *cough*

Master:The way you speak makes it sound like you were bluffing about blinding her. Not like it matters now *points at her* try anything and I’ll shoot you point blank.

Jael:Look who’s bluffing now? You need me alive if you want the winter maiden pow-

*bang*

Master:.......

Jael:*aura flickers, a bright red bruise on her forehead forming as blood drips.* o...ow

Huntsman: *falls to the ground* What the hell do you think you’re doing!? You could’ve-

Master:If a maiden was in this type of situation then I would expect her to use magic. Yet here this girl dangles; bleeding and angry. We’ve been played.

Jael:*coughing* Guess the jig is up. Surprised you bought it for song.

Master:To think a kid not only made me kill a subordinate but crushed my hand. *cocks gun* can’t let that slide now can we?

Jael:*Smirks* That’s a good choice of words. Perfect I’d say hehehe....

Master:....what’s so funny? *glaring* you think this is funny!?

Jael:No it’s just you said slide. Like a sand slide....

Master:What?

Jael:My gravity semblance is pretty useful I’d say. It can make things float like your huntsman, or make things extremely heavy like the tackle box. Sometimes though you just need gravity to keep things together; like a sand wall with a sword wedged in it. Too bad all that ends with my aura.

Master:*looks at the sand below him moving*

Jael:I should be angrier about you shooting me in the face but I think I’ll let it slide... *pulls the sword out the wall*

*Sand wall falls apart, washing then both to the bottom of the pit with the grimm*

Master:*coughing up sand* You annoying little- *gasp*

Jael:*standing over him* I was bluffing about about eyes.... *slashes his eyes* but not yours...

Master:......*curls up in pain, jaw clenched shut* you......you insignificant little... *hears growling*

*grimm staring him down*

Jael:Looks like they’re still hungry. Did you know these grimm are known for their canines? That’s why they’re called White Fangs; one of the most hostile grimm around and they’ll attack just about anything. If only you had your catalyst to calm them.

Master:You’re deranged! They’ll attack you too if you don’t do something!

Jael:I’ll be just fine. Wild they may be, they respond to who’s in charge. *pats her leg*

*a hole opens up with Alpha laying in it*

Jael:There you are Alpha! I knew you wouldn’t just leave me. Can you get me out of here? *flicking her head up*

Alpha:*sits on his hind legs*

Jael:Good boy! *balances along the bone along his face*

Alpha:*launches her in the air by flicking his head up like a spring board*

Jael:*grabs a ledge* Thank you, also enjoy your midnight meal. It’s kinda rotten though of you ask me.

*grimm start digging around the walls to fill the hole*

Master:Wait! I’ll tell you anything you want! I can give you power, money, a position with us! Just please don’t-*dragged under the sand*

Jael:*completely ignored all of that* (Alright now I have one more to deal with when I pull myself up. Maybe he’ll just let me leave now that his boss is dead; if not then I’m in for an uphill fight. *grips blade tightly* Oh well, guess there’s no point in wasting time hanging. I’ll just try and catch him by surpri-

“Jael?”

Jael:Huh? *looks up* Auntie Illia?

Illia:*staring down at her with the huntsman’s body over here shoulder* I can’t believe your sister was right to worry. *tosses body into the pit*

Jael:She’s here isn’t she-ahhhh! *yanked up by a chain*

Sienna:*pulling her* How did I know somehow you’d find yourself wrapped up in this!!!!? What do you have to say for yourself?

Jael:Hey sis, how was your first mission?

Sienna:*ear twitches* Try again...

Jael:*cough* Lets not tell mom about this, I love you dearly, and please carry me home. My chest hurts a little and legs feel like jelly.

Sienna:.....Illia?

Illia:Go ahead, I’ll wrap things up here and report what happened. You’re both lucky I find both of you wonderful.

Sienna:What did I do!!!!?

Illia:You didn’t have to do anything. *walking to the airship* Good work today, get some rest. Also I’m telling your father about this when he gets back. *takes off*

Sienna and Jael:.......*slight panic attack* (we’re dead)

Sienna:*staring at Jael* What am I going to do with you?

Jael:You gonna yell at me again? *rubbing her forehead* I sort of have a headache at the moment.

Sienna:Don’t just rub- Ugh you’re hopeless *pulls out a rag and starts cleaning the wound* Why would you touch it when you’re hands are filthy? That’s how infections happen.

Jael:Ow! Hey, don’t be so rough.

Sienna:Don’t get shot in the face and we can avoid all of this. What would’ve happened if you had even a little less aura when it happened?

Jael:*shoulders slouch* Sorry..... I got careless.

Sienna:.....Anything else hurt? How’s your heart?

Jael:Chest is a little tight but I feel fine. I took meds before all this happened; that probably helped. *scanning the knicks and scratches on her sister* what happened to you?

Sienna:What do you mean what happened? I’m the one who dealt with the huntsman. Illia just carried him to the pit for me when she finally caught up. I....sort of jumped out the airship the moment we spotted you. *red*

Jael:You’re so extra......

Sienna:You better be thankful for it! A few more minutes and I might’ve been too late. Take off your kimono, it’s all dirty and has blood on it.

Jael:*doing as she told* I knew it was a good idea to have something under this. How did you know I was out here?

Sienna:I was minding my own business when I heard the worst and loudest sound in my life. Someone going to town on a stupid whistle.

Jael:You actually heard that huh? Didn’t think your ears were that good.

Sienna:*putting Jael on her back* My ears aren’t just for show. They’re just as good, if not better than Blake’s I think. I can’t tell you what has the better hearing between a black panther or a white tiger.

Jael:My money is on our high leader.

Sienna:*stops walking* Hey.....

Jael:I’m just joking sis.

Sienna:Not that, you okay? The intel we got said there was three intruders, but I only got to fight one. So I guess that means you....

Jael:One of them killed the other one. Then I ended up enabling his death so to speak. Guess that means I did sort of kill him though. *voice getting meeker*

Sienna:You, you want to talk about it. That’s pretty heavy stuff.

Jael:Maybe, not really sure, *yawns and leans into her back* don’t feel great about but...not torn up over it. Definitely don’t want to do it again.

Sienna:That’s good to hear. *marches on* can’t have an aspiring huntress wanting to kill for fun. If you need to talk about it, I’m here anytime. Get some rest okay?

Jael:Zzzzzzz

Sienna:*chuckles* Out like a light. Always making me worry, makes me feel like I’m the one with a heart problem.

[Belladonna Residents]

Illia:*barging into Blake’s study* I know you just got back but I have some important in- are you kidding me right now!? *turning pink*

*Blake setting on her desk topless as Sun leans over her about to bite her neck*

Blake:*blushing* Ah! You could’ve knocked!

Sun:*shaggier hair and actually wearing a orange tank top accompanied by a red open buttoned shirt. Just like Jaune he has two wedding rings around his neck, one has a moon while the other a sun* Hey Illia, Blake is back!

#rwby #rwby lasting embers #jael frost #sienna frost #adam taurus #illia amitola #blake belladonna #sun wukong #rwby blacksun #beauty and the banana

[notfunnydean]

This is for @spnhiatuscreations

-> week 12: The road so far

Warnings: wincestiel implied

“Freaking Zombies.” Dean grumbles, while he tries to get his jacket open. He is sure one of the creatures tore his shoulder open and he needs to treat the wound, before the pain gets even worse. 

“This time Chuck really outdid himself.” Sam says next to him. Dean can see his little brother is bleeding at the forehead and he almost reaches out to him, so he can stroke over the red skin around it.

“What will we do now?” Castiel asks, who still looks the best out of the three of them. Castiel closes the door, it makes an annoying squeaking sound and Dean hopes the zombies didn’t hear them.

For now they escaped the zombies, but Dean is not sure how much time they have. He finally shrugs the jacket open and yes, just like he had thought, his shoulder is bleeding pretty badly.

“Dean.” Sam says and is already at his side, like he always did. Dean swallows down the cry that wants to slip over his lips, when Sam touches his shoulder. Now Castiel walks over to them as well, looking worried.

“I can heal you.” Castiel offers, but Dean is already shaking his head, before Castiel is done with the whole sentence. It’s not that bad, he just needs to put something around it, so it would stop bleeding.

“No we probably need your grace for fighting all these sons of bitches.” Dean grits out, while Sam is already on it. His brother fucking rips off his own flannel and carefully wraps it around his shoulder.

“If it gets worse you will tell me.” Castiel says and this time Dean doesn’t even protest. Sam looks still worried and this time Dean puts his hand against his cheek, carefully stroking over it. He doesn’t mention that his left side is torn open, too.

“Maybe sit down.” Sam says, but he sounds so afraid that Dean actually sits down on the ground. He leans against the cold wall and tries to breath through the pain. Fuck. They are so fucked.

“We need to move, maybe we can go back to the Bunker.” Castiel says and just then they hear some loud noise outside. Dean squeezes his eyes shut and just hopes the zombies would walk away.

“I think we should at least wait a bit, so things can calm down.” Sam argues and Castiel tilts his head, before he finally nods. Dean takes a deep breath, he doesn’t think he can move now anyway.

“So that’s it, huh? Zombies will be our end. Kinda poetic.” Dean laughs, but Castiel glares at him and Dean stops. Sam just shakes his head, the bleeding on his forehead stopped at least and Dean smiles at his brother.

“We got worse.” Sam says and Castiel nods in agreement. Dean huffs.

“Like what?” Dean wants to know and now Sam walks back over to him. He sits down next to Dean, their arms touching. Luckily Dean’s good arm. He almost leans against Sam in exhaustion, but catches himself before.

“Me drinking Demon blood.” Sam admits and Dean knows he feels still bad about that. Dean has to smile a bit anyway, because that was so long ago, it feels like an entire different life. And maybe it is with him dying a few times in between.

“Yeah I really hated that.” Dean says and Sam nods. Castiel sits down in front of them, still looking at Dean’s shoulder. Dean is sure Sam’s flannel is already drained in his blood.

“But you both got through that.” Castiel offers and Dean nods. Somehow no matter what life threw at them, they always made it work. Sometimes that ended up being worse, but they always fixed it along the way.

“Yeah or when I had the mark of Cain.” Dean says, shuddering just at the thought of it. He really hated that feeling, when he had that mark. He was sure he would end up killing Sam and Castiel and that thought still scares him.

“Or when I was god.” Castiel says and Dean snorts. Oh yeah that was no fun either. Somehow their lives had always been bad, Dean looks down to his lap. Maybe that is the end they deserve?

“But we had good times, too. Remember when we were Teddy Bear doctors?” Sam says and he laughs a bit at that memory. Dean leans against Sam this time, feelings his brother laugh and he has to smile as well. 

“Or when you got me the Slinky.” Dean says smiling, because he still has it in his room and he really loves it. He always wanted one when they were little and he is still as giddy as the day Sammy got it to him. 

“When you made me the mixtape.” Castiel whispers and Dean is sure if he still had enough blood in him, he would blush at those words. Sam chuckles next to him and then Dean holds out his hand.

Luckily Castiel seem to understand, because he gets up again, before he sits next to Dean. He is careful not to touch the shoulder, but he is cuddling Dean anyhow. For one Dean doesn’t even throw a fit. 

The noises outside get louder. Dean is sure they are discovered any moment. 

“We really had some shit times.” Dean grunts, his pain is getting worse with every second. This time Castiel touches his shoulder and just like that the wound closes and the pain is gone there.

“Hey!” Dean says, but Castiel smiles.

“But we had really good times too and I want to make more good memories.” Castiel says, his blue eyes seem almost to glow in the dark of the room. Dean finds himself smiling and this time he takes Castiel’s hand. Just holding it to his chest, while he still leans against Sammy.

“The road so far wasn’t always a good one, but we can still change that.” Sam says and Dean can see that he glances over Dean’s head to look at Castiel. It’s quiet for a few minutes and then Sam sighs.

“Okay I think I saw some knives back there.” Sam says and he gets up. Dean almost falls to the side, but then Castiel helps him to sit back up, before he joins Sam. Dean is a bit surprised but they both seem a lot more calm now.

“Do you think we could use this?” Castiel asks and he holds up something that once was a gun maybe. Sam takes it and gets the bullets out of it. Dean’s eyes widen.

“Guys what are we doing?” Dean wants to know, still sitting on the ground and now he actually holds his hand over the wound on his side. His hand is already wet from his blood.

“Fighting of course. Like we always did.” Sam says and he sounds really hopeful. Dean squeezes his eyes shut. Of course. Sam and Castiel would never go down without swinging. Dean coughs.

“Okay uhm… that would be the time where I tell you…” Dean starts but then he just points to his left side. Castiel’s eyes widen when he sees the amount of blood that is on the ground. Dean goes for a smile.

“Dean!” Sam says, but Castiel is already helping Dean up to his feet. Dean groans at the pain, but then the feeling of grace wandering through his body fills him again and he can relax. Sam catches him easily, when he almost falls. 

“Thanks.” Dean says, still not happy that Castiel wastes his grace on him. He had thought that they both would have a better chance without him. Of course the idiots are too stubborn for that.

“We don’t want a route without you.” Castiel says, carefully hugging Dean from behind, who is still somehow in Sam’s arm. Dean’s heartbeat is way too fast now.

“I…” Dean starts but he doesn’t know what to say. He had often thought about this but even now while he knows they all will die, he can’t say it.

“It’s okay. We know.” Sam says, before he kisses Dean’s forehead. Dean makes a very embarrassed noise, before Castiel kisses his cheeks. Oh okay. 

“We make it out of here together.” Castiel promises, one of his hands is on Dean’s chest, while Dean now sees the other one is holding Sam’s hand tightly.

“Okay.” Dean says and when they run out of their hiding place to see a dozen zombies coming towards them, he smiles.

Yeah they could do this. They had worse before and he can’t wait to celebrate their win with the two people he loves the most.

#wincestiel #wincestiel fanfic #spnhiatuscreations #My writing

[allmight-amiright]

Stake In My Heart.  Tenya Iida

Request: Hi can I request iida having an s/o who has blood manipulation powers. She can basically control anyone with an open wound however if she uses it too much she’d start bleeding herself? I love angst so can you please make this hella angsty? Like his s/o dying in his arms? I hope I ain’t bothering you, I love your work! 💖 (in progress)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Gore???????? Kinda???  Swearing. 

Notes:  You say blood manipulation, I say vampires.  So, here’s a Vampire AU that no one asked for, but I’ve been in that kind of mood for literally no reason today.  

The Hunters had always been a problem, but you enjoyed scoffing in the face of danger and picking them off one by one.  At least, that is, until he came along.  

He carried the government issued crossbow that all Hunters were meant to weild, the garlic bombs hanging from the belt on his waist, the silver cross hanging around his neck.  Everything made you believe that he was one of them, except his composure.  He cowered at every moving shadow.  You could see him shaking even from your perch on top of the roof.  You smirked to yourself, your front canines taking on the pointed shape of fangs.  This should be fun.

You dropped down behind him, not making a noise as your feet hit the pavement.  “Looking for something?” You ask, blocking his only escape from the alley.  

He whips around to look at you, brandishing the cross.  All you do is cross your arms.  You can see the sweat beading on his face.  “What- what do you want?”

“I vant to suck your blood! Bleh bleh bleh!” You joke, putting on your best Dracula impression.  

He lowers the cross, taking a step away from you.  “So, you’re not going to drink my blood?”

You move closer to him, sniffing the aura around him before recoiling in distaste.  “Ew. No.  I hate A.  It tastes like cough syrup,” you shake your head, sticking your tongue out in disgust just thinking about it.

“O-oh…”

“So, why haven’t you tried to put one of your pretty little stakes,” you start, taking one of the wooden arrows from the quiver and pointing it to the center of your chest, “and stuck it right in my pretty little heart, huh, Hunter?  Are you scared that you’ll miss and then I’ll really drain you?  Or is all this an act and you’re just waiting for some other Hunter to arrive to stab me in the back?”   You taunt, making slow circles around the quivering gentleman.  

He snatches the arrow back from you and puts it back in his quiver.  “I don’t want to kill you.”

You’re taken aback.  It’s not everyday that a vampire meets a Hunter without the desire to do his job.  “Then why do you do this, Hunter?”

“My name is Iida.  I’m looking for someone else.  The one who killed my brother.”

“Ah, so you want revenge.  That’s sweet.  But, I can’t help you there.  We do what we have to in order to survive, just like your kind does.  I’m sorry that he died, but if he was trying to kill one of us, he was asking for it.”

“Vampires kill us.  We’re trying to protect ourselves,” he argues.

“We don’t drink from people anymore.  Vampires haven’t done that since the Middle Ages.  Too many of us got the plague from you humans.  Animals tend to be safer alternatives, besides, human blood is so different.  It requires a certain pallette to enjoy.”

“Why are you doing this?  Why can’t you just leave? I’m not going to kill you.”

“You humans are fun to pick on, that’s why.  Besides, you’re too cute to leave out by yourself.”

Iida’s cheeks go pink and he averts his gaze to the ground, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“But, if you want me gone, then all you have to do is say so.  But, you and I both know that you don’t want me to go.”

And so it began.  Night after night, he returned to the very same alley in hopes that he would get to see you again.  And night after night, you obliged.  Hushed conversations in the shadows of back alleys.  Quiet chuckles and flirtatious shoulder bumps all until the teases and jokes turned into whispers of sweet nothings and soft kisses between the vampire and the hunter, it truly was a beautiful love story that unfolded in the shadows.  

But beauty doesn’t last forever.  Flowers wilt.  Butterflies die.  Porcelain skin bleeds.  

It started the same as every night.  He waited in the back of the alley for you to show up and when you appeared in front of him, he latched onto you, holding you tight.  The warmth of his body mixing with the chilling touch of your own.  “I’m glad I’m not too late,” he whispered.

His words make you push away from him.  “Too late for what, Tenya?”

Then, there’s voices.   A shouting pack coming towards your secret hideout.  You freeze, but Iida already has your hand, tugging you to hide behind a dumpster and out of their direct view.  Your eyes widen as you hear their footsteps growing closer and their voices getting louder.  “Iida, we know you’re around here, you traitor.  Where’s that bloodsucking bitch that you’ve been sucking faces with, huh?  Come out, come out, wherever you are,” a man growls.

“I’m so sorry,” Tenya whispers, eyes starting to water.  “I didn’t know they had been following me.  I led them straight to you and I swear to you, I didn’t mean for this happen.”

“How could you do this?” You hiss.  “They find us and they kill us.  I’m so stupid! Once a hunter, always a hunter.”

“That’s not true!  I didn’t know, Y/N! Please, believe me!  I would never do th- What?” he asks when he hears you gasp.

“Well, look who we found?” the man who was taunting earlier says, a smirk etched into his face.  He pulls Iida up by the collar and throws him to the ground on the other side of the ally.  You watch in silent horror as his head smacks against the wall and then again on the pavement.

“T-tenya…” you whisper, trying to move past the attacker to get to him, but you’re trapped.

“He’s not your problem now, sweetheart.  You seem to have a bigger issue on your hands.”

“Wait… I know you!  You were my best friend growing up.  What the hell happened to you, Julian?”

“It’s Fox now, Y/N.  People change.  Some for the better, some for the worse.  You seemed to have gotten worse as you grew up.  I, on the other hand, only got better,” he says, dragging you to your feet by your hair.

You can feel your fangs starting to form.  “Get the fuck away from me,” you snarl, kicking him square in the chest, sending him backwards to the ground.  You turn to run from the alley, but your path is blocked by two more goons.  

You hear Fox laughing from behind you.  “What? You really thought I wouldn’t have back up?  With a bloodsucker with your power, I’d be stupid not to.”

There’s a bandage on the cheek of one of the Hunters blocking your path and you smirk, cocking your head to the side.  “A bloodsucker of my power, huh?  Thought you would’ve done your research first.”  Your eyes glow red as you look onto the injured Hunter.  His eyes take on the same gleam as the blood starts to stream down his cheek.  You use your finger to swipe the blood as one would swipe the icing from a cake and stick it in your mouth.  “Take care of them,” you say to your new minion.

He pulls his crossbow around his body and knocks an arrow, aiming towards the other Hunter who had blocked the entrance to the alley.  You speed towards Fox, hands wrapped around his throat before he even has the chance to blink.  “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now.”

“Do it,” he says.  But, he’s not looking at you.  His eyes are shifted up towards the roof of one of the adjacent buildings.  The ball has returned to his.  The mind control had already taken so much of your energy.  You didn’t know if you’d be able to apparate out of the alley with the exhaustion slowly becoming more and more heavy as you had to have continuous focus to keep the mind control stable.  Fox could sense your breathing growing heavier with each moment. “I win.”  

You hear the whiz of the arrow before you feel it lodge in between your shoulder blades.  Your mouth hangs agape before the blood spills out.  You collapse to your knees, coughing up blood as your vision grows blurrier by the second.  You can make out the brown boots of Fox walk away from you and you hear his voice grow fainter as he leaves you to die in the shadows of the alley.  

“Y/N?” A faint voice calls out to you.  A pair of hands takes you by the shoulders.  “Oh shit…”  

Tenya is kneeling on the ground in front of you, an open wound on the side of his head from where he struck the wall.  You look up at him, cupping his face in one of your hands.  “You’re bleeding,” you whisper, your voice quieter and weaker than normal.

“That’s important right now.  Just, hold onto me for a minute, okay?”  He says, trying to stay calm for you.  He was grateful on the front that you couldn’t see the tears streaming down his face as your vision kept slipping.  He grabbed onto one of your arms in an attempt to support your body and pulled the slim wooden stake from your back.  You hissed in pain, your breathing growing ragged as thick red blood continued to stream from between your lips and now as it pumped from your back with each and every breath you took.  Tenya pushed on the wound, trying to get the bleeding to stop, but it just seeped through his fingers in an endless stream.  

“Please.  Please,” he whispered over and over again, pulling you into his chest, applying more and more pressure, but no matter what he did, it just wouldn’t stop.  The blood continued to flow and make a puddle all over the pavement.  “Y/N, please, just hold on.  We’ll get it to stop, I promise.  Just don’t close your eyes, okay?   You need to stay awake,” he says, holding your face in his free hand.  Salty tears drip from his face onto yours.  

“Tenya….” You whisper, trying to reach for his own face in order to brush the tears from his cheeks, but he just grabs your wrist.

“Save your energy.  Just focus on staying awake, Y/N.  Please, do that for me.”

“I’m tired, Tenya,” you mumble as you cough again, blood dribbling from your lips.  

“I know you are, but you can’t go to sleep.  It’s still dark out.  Look at all of those stars,” he says, looking up towards the sky with you.  “There’s Ursa Major, Orion-”

“Cassi,” you whisper.

“Yes, she’s up there too,” he says, smiling up towards your favorite cluster of stars. “You’re going to be just fine, Y/N.  I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay?”

“I love you, Tenya.”  Your voice is barely a ghost of breath.  Iida has to strain to hear the words that escaped your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he says, looking back down towards your face.  The blood has stopped seeping through his fingers, not because your wound had healed, but because there was no more blood left to lose.  Your eyes cloud over, no longer carrying the sparkle of the stars.

The woman who owns the store next to the alley found the scene the following morning while she was taking out a bag of trash.  Her shriek was loud enough to cause the birds on the roof to flutter away.  She ran inside to phone the police to inform them of the two dead bodies that were found lying in a pool of blood from stab wounds, both straight through the heart.  One, brandishing the fangs of a vampire, the other dressed in the elegant uniform of the Hunters, dead eyes looking to the long gone stars.

#ANGST #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines #bnha imagines #tenya #iida tenya #tenya lida #iida #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #mha imagines #imagines #vampire #au

[come-back-home-i-need-you]

something bad happened (and it’s all my fault)

Chapter One is here! We shed tears, spilled blood, sweated day in and day out to make this for you. (what I’m trying to say is, we took a while to make it, and it was kinda strenuous - especially all the rounds of editing) Enjoy!

VIDEO LOG #1 -- START

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Does... does this work now? O- okay the light’s on, I’m sure that means, uh, something.”

The helmet’s vacant eyes flicker. Peter’s face comes into view. He looks confused, and sad. His skin is sagging, dark circles under his eyes.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Testing? Testing, can you hear me?”

Peter taps at the screen, jostling it. His hands are shaking, trembling when them come into view of the camera. He squints when the light shines directly into his eyes and sighs, holding back the urge to cough.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Actually... that doesn't make a difference, does it?”

   Nervously, he clears his throat. The noise sounds almost painful. His throat is sore, and the angry black and yellow bruises along his jaw and neck show up on the footage as clear as day.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “A-Anyways. If this works... I’m Spider-Man, real name Peter Parker, and I’m 15-years-old. I’m doing a vlog using… Mr. Stark’s helmet… and… well...”

   Peter wrings his hands, actually coughing this time. He sniffs, trying to keep his voice level. It breaks anyways.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Something... something bad just happened.”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Something really, really bad just happened…”

Peter starts tearing up. He’s stuttering, almost like he’s scared of his own voice.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I- I think… from what Mr. Stark said… I think Thanos, he got all 6 infinity stones… and then… then he snapped his fingers and half the world disappeared...”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “And…”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “And…”

He pauses. His image is still for a few seconds, the only sound being his sniffling and the faint hum of the camera as it works.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Nearly everyone is gone…”

A tear leaks out, a track of silver tracing a path through the dirt and blood still smudged along his hollow cheeks. The spiderling blinks a few times, spilling more tears that he angrily wipes away.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “P- Peter Quill… he’s dead...”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Drax…”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Dr. Strange…”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Mantis, too...”

At the last name, Peter chokes up. More tears roll down his face, too many to stop, splattering onto the cold hard floor of the ship. They start to pool as he struggles with what he’s about to say.

It’s a long while before he speaks again. His voice cracks, shatters like fine glass.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “A-and… Mr. - Mr. Stark… he… he’s gone…”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I-I’m… I’m sorry…”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Dad…”

The name slips from Peter’s throat, but he doesn’t make an effort to correct it. He’s sobbing now, tears flowing like waterfalls from his eyes, curled up and crying wholeheartedly right in front of Tony’s vacant helmet.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I’m… I’m so sorry… so, so sorry…”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I couldn’t save you...”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “And… a-and I didn’t get it- didn’t get the- the gauntlet off…”

   He hiccups, shoulders weak. His arms wrap around his middle, failing to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, nearly gagging as the taste of dry ash settles on his tongue. He swallows.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “And I… and I’m so sorry. I di-didn’t want you to g-go… I swear.”

He takes a deep breath again, curling up tighter.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Or anyone else...I didn’t want-want anyone to go.”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I’m sorry…”

He curls up, head between his knees. He sobs. After a while, they grow into low wails, as if he could somehow call his surrogate father back from the dead with his voice alone.

But he can’t.

He can’t reverse this.

Mr. Stark is dead.

Forever.

And there is nothing he can do.

Peter presses his hands on the floor, hunching forward, shuddering, screaming. What came out of his mouth needed no explanation.

He howls his heart out, screaming himself hoarse, screaming of pain, of anguish, of all that he had lost. Wails came bursting out from his mouth as all of his emotions culminated into nothing but pure despair, growing like a tumor within his heart.

   The empty eyes of Mr. Stark’s helmet stare at him, emotionless. The shapes around him are blurred until dirty gold and red bleed together. It looks too much like the unforgiving sky of Titan, where his entire life blew away like dust in the wind.

Then Nebula runs in. Panic strains her face, her eyes unnaturally wide.

UNKNOWN [FRIENDLY]: “Peter- Peter are you okay?!”

Peter, blinks stunned. He stops crying, tears staining his face.

UNKNOWN [FRIENDLY]: “I… I thought… oh, gods...”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “H-Hey Nebula.”

A pause, both Peter and Nebula staring at each other with deep frowns.

NEBULA [IDENTIFIED]: “ Are you okay”’

Peter sniffles, wiping away a tear stain from his cheek.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “...No.”

NEBULA: “I know. I-I am not okay either..”

Peter takes a breath, wiping his tears and trying to get a hold of himself. He swallows again, tries to get his dry throat to work properly.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “The person who you said, uh, died. Is she… was she your friend?”

Nebula takes longer than normal to answer. She swallows.

NEBULA: “No,” she says brusquely. “She… she was my sister.”

Peter stills. His chest tightens and he coughs again. Waits a few seconds before speaking, looking up at the alien with eyes shining in shared grief.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Oh, I- I’m sorry a- about that. Her name was- was Gamora, I think?”

He pauses after Nebula’s nod and blinks a few more tears out before continuing.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I’ve lost family too.”

NEBULA: “He seemed like a good father.”

Nebula says this quietly, something like envy coloring her tone. She stands at the doorway awkwardly, like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Peter opens his mouth to refute the words, but stops. Didn't he just call Mr. Stark 'dad’? And it is the truth.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Yeah, he really was,” he whispers instead.

NEBULA: “Smart, too,” she adds on.

NEBULA: “If he was able to make that..”

She gestures vaguely to the helmet, it’s prone form still washing Peter’s pale face in blue light.

NEBULA: “What are you doing with it, anyways?”

Peter shifts, attention turned to the recording. His eyes are dark pools, reflecting the glow around him.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Um, hopefully, it’s sending everything it sees back to Earth, Miss Nebula.”

She frowns, artificial brow furrowing.

NEBULA: “Why would you want to contact Terra?”

She says the name almost with incredulousness, skeptical. Peter knows she probably isn’t trying to be rude, but it stings a bit anyways.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “There are, uh, people that Mr. Stark knows–knew–on Ear- uh, Terra.”

NEBULA: “Well, they better get here quick, we don’t have a lot of fuel left in this thing.”

  The alien crosses her arms, tapping her foot. She waits a bit, watching him carefully. After a moment, she leaves to the cockpit.

   The thoughts are still swimming in Peter’s head, inky, negative ones that weigh down his mind. They’re slow, they’re not supposed to be so slow.

  Suddenly, his eyes go wide. His breath hitches.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Oh, oh god– no… Aunt May… Ned…”

   A desperate, animalistic sound worms its way from out of his throat. Vaguely, he can see Nebula duck back inside, her blue form almost invisible in the darkness.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Th-this is all my fault!”

He chokes, his shaking picking up speed.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “I… I’m sorry…”

   Nebula tentatively reaches over. Her hands wrap around Peter as she embraces him in a soft hug. They stay like this for a second, before Peter looks up at her.

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “Thank you...”

   Nebula’s eyes soften as she smiles a rare, comforting smile. Her grip tightens around him and Peter allows himself to lean into the comfort, wishing more than anything for it to be the familiar warmth of his mentor instead.

NEBULA: “We’re gonna be fine. Okay?”

IRONSPIDER_MK23: “...Okay.”

Nebula smiles, then reaches over and presses a button. The screen stutters a bit and blinks a few times before going black.

VIDEO LOG #1 -- END

_______________________________________________________________________

Meanwhile, on Earth...

Pepper had gotten an email.

This, in itself, was pretty normal, she was the CEO of Stark Industries after all, but this one was strange. It came from a dead person. She scanned over the message, her heart in her throat.

Hello, Ms. Potts, I don’t know if you remember me, my name is Agent Phil Coulson. I know you were told I was dead, and I was, but I came back. I now have a team of agents who I think you would like. They can help you find your fiancé. If you would like to get in touch, you can call this number. [phone].

This email will be promptly deleted once I know that you’ve read it. Congratulations on the wedding by the way!

Thank you, Agent Phillip J. Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D.

Maybe if the current situation had been any less dire, Pepper would first have felt furious at another lie. She knew how much Phil's death had affected Tony.

But now, alone and dead on her feet from organising relief efforts, and her fiancé still missing, with no indication of whether he was still alive--no, don't think about it, don't think like that, he'll be back, he has to be--, she was desperate for help.

Pepper was about to respond when her phone rang. She fully intended to let it go to voicemail until she saw who the caller was: May Parker. She had grown closer to Spider-Man’s Aunt in the past few months, and they often hung out, but Pepper doubted she was calling to schedule a girls’ night.

She quickly picked up the phone, and before she could get a word out, May began to speak frantically.

“I can’t find Peter! Please tell me he isn’t on that spaceship! I called Tony but he didn’t answer, but I’m assuming there’s no service in space? I am so sorry by the way, and I know I’m rambling but I’ve been searching for Peter and with everything going on, I--”

As May continued speaking, Pepper was already pulling up the tracker on the Spider-Man suit. When she saw it was out of range, she quickly grew more worried, her frown deeping. When she noticed that Tony had released the Iron Spider suit,her suspicions were confirmed.

“May?” Pepper interrupts. “I’m afraid Peter’s with Tony in space. I’ll send Happy to pick you up and bring you here. I’m so sorry.”

“No. Oh God, no. Not Peter. Not my baby, please, he can’t be- he can’t!”

“May, love, I am so sorry. We will get him back, we’ll get both of them back. I promise. I have to go now. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“He’s just a kid. He’s too young to be fighting off in space, he was supposed to be going on a field trip to a museum, not to fight aliens.” May sobs, the line crackling.

“I really have to go, I’m so sorry, May.” Pepper felt awful hanging up on her clearly distressed friend, but she was stressed out herself and she had to reply to Agent Coulson if she wanted a chance to get their boys back.

Pepper wasn’t sure how to respond over email, so she decided to just call the number. The phone rings and with each tone, Pepper feels more and more confused and anxious. Finally, on the last ring, the line is picked up.

“Hello? This is Pepper Potts, is this Phil Coulson?” She cringed at those words, she hadn’t said that name in years.

Phil waits for a few seconds before speaking. His voice is soft. “This is him. I’m so sorry about Tony, but we can find him, yeah?”

Pepper nodded slowly. “Yes, we can. Do you know where the other Avengers are?”

“Not for sure,” Phil replied. “Fury and Hill knew, probably, but I can't contact them either. I’m assuming that they're gone as well.”

Pepper grits her teeth, almost envied the detachment in his words, even though she was sure he must be hurting too. “I can try getting a lock on War Machine. I'll get back to you when I have something.”

They exchanged good-byes and she hung up. The click has never sound quite as final before. Pepper sighs.

“Friday?” she called. “Any news on Tony?”

“Negative, Miss Potts. I have no connection to either Boss or Karen.”

She took a deep breath. He'll be back, they're both fine, they'll come back.

“Track Rhodey's armor and find Steve Rogers and his team.” She ordered. “We're going to need all hands on deck if we're going to get anything done.”

It’s a few hours later that she finally glances up from her computer, her fingers aching from countless emails and reports. Squinting against the dryness clouding her eyes, the CEO cracks her neck, glancing up the at ceiling as she stands.

“Friday, what time is it?”

“It’s 4:01am, ma’am.”

“Really? When am I supposed to meet up with Phil?”

“5:00am, ma’am.”

“Alright. Thanks Fri.”

Pepper sighed. All she wanted to do was sleep, curl up in a ball and pretend this was all a nightmare. But, at the same time, she didn’t really want to sleep. Sometimes nightmares are even worse than reality, if such a thing is really possible right now. Flicking on the hall light, the woman makes her way toward the living room.

“Oh, Fri? Any news on Rhodey?” She calls.

“Yes, ma’am. He’s in Wakanda."

#chapter #come back home #i need you #come back home (i need you) #cbhiny #cbh (iny)

[junionigiri]

Ruby Red and Caramel Ch 9: Juice Pack

Chapter Summary: Momo pretends to be a hero.

Relationship(s): Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo; mentioned Kaminari Denki/Ojiro Mashirao; implied Todoroki Shouto/Uraraka Ochako; still with traces of Awase Yosetsu/Yaoyorozu Momo; Todoroki Enji & Todoroki Shouto; Bakugou Katsuki & Best Jeanist

Rating: T (violence!)

Warnings/Notes: this is late and full of action sequences! pls forgive me

She doesn’t listen to the horrified screams around her, or the crumbling of concrete under her feet. She doesn’t listen to the thrum of pure adrenaline through her blood. She doesn’t listen to the small, rational voice in her head that tells her to be absolutely terrified about what’s happening.

There is no time for hesitation.

Before she truly understands what she’s doing, she steps back and blocks the creature’s attack with a ballistic shield she creates out of the flesh of her arms. Through torn sleeves, she grits her teeth and pushes the creature back and away from Katsuki, Kyoka, and Kirishima, who are frozen where they stand.

“Kirishima!” she yells. In the next second, the redhead snaps out of it and hardens himself. One of the monster’s limbs armed with a rammer soars down, hitting Kirishima’s hardened body before it crushes him down to the concrete.

The sound of metal against flesh rings loud and painful in the air. Kirishima cries in pain and parts of his hardened skin starts to bleed. Still, he grits his teeth and holds against the strike. This gives Momo a small window to create another object over the skin of her belly. She flings the bottle and shuts her eyes, screams for everyone to stand down.

The Molotov hits the monster straight in the face, giving it hardly a moment before being blinded by fire and noise.

“Holy shit!” Katsuki shouts within the screams and flare--despite the situation, he looks at her with mouth agape in awe and admiration.

The monster flinches and screeches, but even as parts of its skin burn, its strikes are relentless against her shield and Kirishima. In fact, the assault seems to have made it angrier and stronger, and with each strike Momo feels her arms weakening, only able to hold on when Kyoka steps next to her to keep her hand on the handle steady.

“What-- ow --does it want from us?!” Kirishima says from a steady series of hits from a hammer-clad limb. Momo moves her hand to create another bomb from her body, but stops when she feels a burning-hot calloused hand over hers.

Katsuki grits his teeth, eyes on the monster in front of him. “Fuck if we know, but I ain’t sittin’ pretty here until we find out!”

Before any of them can stop him, he’s already flying mid-air with residue of his blasts trailing behind him, hands glowing with potent explosives aimed right at the monster’s face. They gasp when the monster stops its assault on their shields and turns to Katsuki, arms raised as if to snatch him from mid-air.

It’s only a few moments, but that’s all that Momo’s brain needs to make alarming conclusions--that the monster is sent here with a target, and its target is Katsuki. And Katsuki is gravitating towards its open arms, about to be captured, unless Momo does something in the next second--

“No!”

A weapon that she barely thinks about materializes in her hands. Without thinking any further, she leaps on the outer surface of the shield, away from Kyoka’s attempt to hold her back. The weapon in her hand--a 14 foot quiang made of iron, coated in tungsten--zooms from her hand to the creature’s flank.

The spear impales on hardened skin for a few centimeters before it snaps neatly into two. At the same time, its head is buried in explosions from Katsuki’s hands, the noise of it barely masking the pterodactyl screams of pain escaping its mouth. Its vision compromised by light and pain, it misses grabbing its target, allowing him to land unsteadily on the pavement.

“Momo, get the fuck out of here!” he shouts through a grimace of pain, eyes glinting dangerously as the beast thrashes about and just misses hitting him with a chainsaw. “It’s after you!”

“No, you run! It’s after you! ” Momo shouts. Hearing her voice, the monster turns its blind swings at her head. She dodges and sees cut strands of her hair fly in front of her.

“Jesus, Ponytail, this ain’t the time to be stubborn! Do you wanna get fuckin’ killed?!” At the sound of his voice and the explosives in his hands, the monster also swings at his direction again. Katsuki sends a blast against its arm, which only holds it back for a stuttered moment.

“Katsuki, please don’t argue, just leave!”

“As if! You leave, I’ll fuckin’ kill this thing on my own!”

“Stop arguing, it’s obviously after the two of you!” Kyoka screams in frustration. The monster hears her and jumps in her direction. Katsuki and Momo assault it with bombs and explosives, managing to distract it to come after them instead.

“I might be wrong, but it might be after all of us!” Kirishima yells. His skin softens, showing bruised and bleeding skin. The way he staggers, punch-drunk and in obvious pain, makes Momo alarmed. When a mallet swings in his direction, he still manages to harden his arm and shoulder and parries against it quite effectively. “So I dunno, mmmaybe we should get the hell out of here while we still can?!”

Katsuki glares at him, but much to his frustration, Kirishima has a point. His hands glow, and Momo watches in dismay as he ignores everything they say anyway, positions himself to attack the monster head on. “Jirou, are there more of these fuckers around!?”

The monster shrieks against a blast aimed at its chest. Momo throws half of her spear against an arm aimed at his head, giving the explosive blonde enough time to roll out of its way. She glares at Katsuki, who glares right back at her for standing her ground.

Kyoka whimpers. “Y… yeah--”

“How many?”

Momo notices the police officers from before, fighting their own monster. The younger one with the tail is barely able to hold on fighting it using martial arts, while the older one shoots with a rifle that only slows the monster down very minimally. At the very least, they distract it enough for the evacuating civilians around them to make a run for it.

Still, if there’s another one of these strong beasts hiding in the shadows, people just might die around them--

Pale and shaking, Kyoka whispers, “Ten… no, twelve… fifteen--” 

As if on cue, the ground shakes beneath them once more, one strong enough to almost throw the four of them off their feet. When it’s done, another gaping maw forms from the concrete, giving way for more of those dark-skinned creatures to crawl out. Their dull eyes look around, see the entrance of the hospital, and walk there, barely cognizant of the cacophony and chaos around them.

“Oh my god...” The hospital. They’re going to destroy the hospital. All the workers, the staff, the sick, the infirm...

“Mina--” Kirishima chokes, and before any of them can stop him, he’s dashing towards the direction of the entrance. The chainsaw monster preoccupied with their group sees him and the glint of his blood on the pavement and moves to attack him.

“Kirishima! Fuck--” Katsuki yells, hands exploding too far away from the monster to stop him. A grenade is forming on Momo’s hand too, and even as it hangs mid-air she knows that it’ll be too late, the monster’s going to get Kirishima before either of them are able to stop it--

A spark of electricity sparks through the monster once. It freezes and shrieks and seizes when it’s covered in bright yellow bolts moments later. When the shock stops, it falls to its knees, gasping and lost, dead eyes going in all directions.

The four of them turn to the source of the electricity. A certain blonde man has his hands poised like a gun, and he seems to be struggling to keep his dulling eyes bright as he gives them a victorious grin. “Whey!!! I mean, yo! You guys need help?”

“Kaminari!” Kyoka cries in shock. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

Kaminari Denki shakes himself to his senses and ducks next to Kyoka as the monster shrieks itself back to life. “Oh you know, patrolling with my boss and then kinda getting lost when all the monsters came out and now I kinda need to find her before things get a little more fucked up, and...”

“What?! I’m your fucking boss, pikashit!” Katsuki yells, sending another blast towards the monster before it makes a full recovery.

“You ain’t my only boss! I’m a part-timer, remember?!” Kaminari yells back, before yelling “Watch out!” and forcing Kyoka down as the force of the blast comes down on them. Momo feels the force and takes the opportunity to hold Kirishima down before he tries to run over the unsafe battle grounds again.

“K-Kaminari-san, do you mean to say that you’re working for a pro-hero?” Momo struggles out, as she forms another shield for her and Kirishima. It’s getting harder and harder to focus, as more and more fights between monsters and hapless civilians go around them. If the pros are on the way here, they might have a fighting chance.

“Yeah, Dr. Momo!” the blonde says brightly in spite of the situation. “You might have heard of us? The underground hero Emily and her crew, the Polterguys?”

“That wasn’t in your fuckin’ resume!” Katsuki growls, rolling out of the way of another attempt at a grab. Momo assaults the monster with more Molotovs, but it seems to be recovering from the blasts faster and faster as the attacks keep coming. “And fuck if I see any shitty pro-hero fightin’ here! Where the hell are they? People are gonna fuckin’ die if--”

Momo screams as a limb almost hits Katsuki again. The monster’s fist crushes the concrete next to him like it was made of peanut brittle. The blonde coughs as he rolls out of a dust cloud and shields himself behind a tower of debris.

“That’s right--Kaminari, where are they?! Shouldn’t they be here by now?!” Jirou asks, her ear-jacks stabbing the concrete underneath them.

“Reiko-chan--I mean, Emily picked up the distress signal after the first explosion was reported! I’m guessing the pros and police in the Hosu, Naruhata, and Kiyashi areas got ‘em too, but there’s Nomu’s sprouting up everywhere else, and we barely have enough manpower rounding up civilians, much less fighting back--”

“Nomus?! These are fuckin’ Nomus?!” Katsuki grits out, as the monster blindly stumbles through the dust clouds in search of his targets.

Momo struggles to remember what little information the police have on Nomus--mutated reanimated creatures created by the League of Villains, with multiple quirks and a resistance against damage that surpasses the sturdiest pro-heroes. The few, but increasing sightings on them so far led experts to conclude that they are not intelligent enough to do anything but wreak havoc, but that their actions seem to be goal-directed at the very least.

“Yeah,” Kaminari says, sending another surge of energy towards the chainsaw Nomu, which stuns it for a good second. “This guy with us looks weaker than the other ones we’ve seen so far, so we just gotta keep fighting this one, just a little more...”

“Right,” Kyoka says weakly, “But… you said there’s lots of them coming here…”

Coming for them, Momo thinks, as she wills a rifle to form from the flesh of her back. She keeps one hand on Kirishima’s collar, even though she knows that he’s too stunned to move then.

Kaminari nods. “About a hundred, we think.”

Momo’s jaw drops. Next to her, Kirishima pales and looks despairingly at the entrance, where monsters of various mutations are in the process of smashing through an improvised barricade made of debris and vines. Shiozaki-san must have been responsible for that.

“Kirishima,” she mumbles to the redhead next to her, bleeding and terrified, “Look at me, okay? Ashido-san’s strong, she can stand against the monsters--and she isn’t alone, Shiozaki-san’s doing a good job of holding the fort, and I know Todoroki-san is there too, with his fire and ice… Kendo-san and Tetsutetsu-san are there to help, and you know how strong they are, right?”

He looks at her as if forcing himself to believe in the inane things that she’s saying. “Y… yeah, they can… they can protect everyone there…”

“Yes, they can. And we can protect everyone else here.”

Kirishima stammers as she pulls out the M16 from her back and aims it at the monster, who is staggering towards where Kyoka and Kaminari are huddled. A little more , Kaminari-san says they only need to push a little more. She shuts one eye and peers behind the scope, taking a deep breath.

“Duck!” she screams.

The monster shrieks, and so does everyone else in the vicinity. Momo doesn’t flinch, even as the monster sees her and stumbles in her direction, even as the recoil threatens to throw her off her feet. She doesn’t stop shooting, doesn’t keep her eyes off the Nomu, as terrifying as it is to stare at its flesh ripping apart and regenerating limitlessly.

A little more, she thinks. We have to kill this thing, just a little more--

The Nomu is closing in on her, the rifle getting lighter as the bullets run out--

The empty click of her next shot rings far too loudly within the noise. The monster is weakened, but is still standing strong at an arm’s length away from her. She sees a desperate Katsuki leap from his hiding spot, throwing explosives at the undistracted Nomu’s back but too far away from where they are. As the monster descends, all she can do is close her eyes as an arm moves to swipe at her neck.

“DETROIT SMASH!”

A strong gust of wind hits her instead of a solid arm, throwing her off her feet and making her stumble into Kirishima’s arms. She hears him gasp as rapid, machine gun sounds flood the air in front of them.

When she manages to open her eyes, she doesn’t understand what she’s seeing at first. The monster is surrounded by a blur in red, white, blue, and gold, swirling around it and through it, its body jerking in many consecutive directions with each strike. In a matter of seconds, the beast falls, its body battered and destroyed, steaming from the heat of all the punches delivered. The blur of striking colors stops and takes on the form of a blonde man with striking blue eyes, built and strong and barely scratched after its assault.

“That’s...” Momo whispers in awe, as the man looks ahead at all the chaos.

“I am HERE!” The underground hero Lemillion shouts, strong arms out to the side, a big smile as blinding as the sun. The sound of his declaration seems to bring everyone to a standstill around them, before a great noise erupts all around.

Out of nowhere, various costumed pro heroes in varying degrees of disarray make it to the entrance of the hospital to fight against the Nomu. The colours of spandex, as nauseating as they are, are a vision that fills everyone with hope. Momo could almost collapse with relief.

Lemillion turns to them and gives them a thumbs up. “You guys did great holding the fort! But the fight’s not over yet! You guys should prioritize evacuating now that the pros are here!” 

They make noises of affirmation as Lemillion leaps off to fight another nearby Nomu. “We should get going,” Kyoka says urgently, earjacks pointing to an alley close to them. “I can use my ears to avoid the Nomus.”

“You should go ahead,” Kaminari says, only glancing at them briefly as he makes his way to the fray. “I gotta find Reiko-chan, and… save Ojiro--”

“What the fuck, Kaminari, don’t be stupid!” Kyoka screams. “You might die out there, you know! You can’t jump in there, just because your boyfriend is--”

“He’s right there, Jirou!” he says in desperation, looking to where the policeman with the tail is struggling with a Nomu while two pros try to help him out. No-one has the heart to tell him off with the look in his eyes. “I… I’m a sidekick too, you know, even if it’s just part-time! Someone has to help!” 

He’s off before anyone can stop him. Katsuki curses him as he does, but as the earth shakes around them with all the fights going on, they know the place is getting more and more unsafe and they can’t just stand there and wait for the ground to collapse around them.

But Momo feels a little too sick to move. Maybe it’s from the colors flying all around, or all the energy she spent creating those bombs and shields. Or the fact that she nearly just died at the hands of the Nomu while pretending to be a hero. When she wobbles with her movement, Kirishima holds her steady. She sees Katsuki zooming towards her, crimson eyes close to hers in the next moment, shining with worry.

“Momo, you did good,” he says gruffly and tenderly, putting strong, protective arms around her. “Just a little more, okay? Gotta get to a safe place.”

She nods, not trusting her mouth to make anything other than sounds of weakness. She feels herself lifted off her feet by the two men next to her and begin to move, sees all the blinding colors swirling around her, the screams, the flashes of light, the heat--

“Look! Up in the sky!” Someone screams from somewhere far away, and Momo feels Katsuki and Kirishima halt next to her.

At first, it feels like they’re watching a star explode. There’s fire, green and blue at the center and a blinding orange at the edges, stretching twenty meters in all four directions across the sky above them, high above the Hosu skyline. Squinting, Momo is barely able to make out two figures at the center where the heat is most intense--a familiar figure in blue and orange, flames sprouting from his face, fighting a sneering creature black from head to toe.

“Endeavor! The number one is here!” People start cheering all around them. “We’re saved!”

“Damn, that flame is something else,” Kirishima whispers in wonder. Kyoka glances at them and gestures for them to keep moving against the maddening crowd around them.

Momo can’t keep her eyes away from the star in the sky, though. She sees the blue and green flicker around Endeavor, sees him take one hit after another. Something glints in the mass of black, something white and sharp and fast that darts towards Endeavor’s head.

“NO!”

It happens very quickly: one moment the sky is filled with fire, and next it isn’t. The silence is deafening as the man drops like a dying comet from the sky, crashing against the side of a sixty-storey office building.

“No…!!!”

Everyone--heroes, civilians--hold a collective breath when the fire stutters from the crash site, and stops. The monster with various blades sticking out of its skin, sticks to the side of the building, climbing its side like a mountain.

“Endeavor-san!!!” A flurry of wings breaks the unbearable silence. A blur of red, who must be the number 2 hero Hawks, followed closely by the unmistakable red, white and blue of Lemillion leave the ground and go straight for the monster. Soon the fight reaches the ground, away from the steaming mass of melted steel and glass of where Endeavor lay without any signs of movement.

“Momo,” Katsuki whispers beside her, eyes dark and tense. “Did you see what I see?”

She bites her lip to the point of bleeding. “Endeavor is…”

Did she see it right? The blood-stained blade from the monster’s flesh? The spurt of blood within the flame? The way Endeavor’s hand flies to the side of his neck, the instant snuffing of the flame around him?

The lifeless way he crashes against the glass?

“Guys, we should move,” Kyoka begs as chaos erupts around them. “I can’t hear anything anymore, there’s too much going on...”

Kirishima nudges Momo, his face paler than ever. “C’mon, Jirou says we gotta go--”

Ignoring the two of them, Katsuki presses on. “I’m not sure, but it looks like a clean shot to his carotid. The left one.” His hand on her tightens, strong and burning, tense in a way that makes her believe he’s making choices in his head. He doesn’t take his eyes off hers.

Momo nods. “If… if you’re right… he won’t have a lot of time,” she tells him, voice shaking.

“Bakugou!” Kyoka’s voice comes out as a half-scream, half-sob. Around them, people are shoving each other, screaming helplessly within the mess. “Please, if we don’t leave now--”

Katsuki shouts over Kyoka’s pleas, fright in his eyes shifting into a piercing determination. “He doesn’t have a lot of time. No-one here can help him. But if the two of us went to him, we can--”

“What are you talking about?!” Kirishima protests loudly in her other ear. “There are pros, Bakugou, they can help Endeavor out, we shouldn’t meddle and make things worse!”

“The pros can’t do shit, Kirishima! Do you see any of them try to go up there while fuckin’ Hawks and Lemillion are keeping that strong-as-fuck Nomu away from everyone else?!” He growls through gritted teeth. True enough, the pros are either too preoccupied fighting the Nomus littering the streets, or evacuating the panicking hordes, or panicking themselves. “I’m not going to sit around, waiting until they figure shit out, not when the number one pro hero is up there fucking dying !”

Kirishima and Kyoka freeze at the last word that hangs in the air. Dying-- people all around them are at the risk of dying, and the one closest to that is the number one hero. The new symbol of hope, the strongest man in the country. Hasn’t this happened before years and years ago? The reality of it sets in and sinks in their guts like lead, making the world spin around them.

Within that, Momo hears all of the unsaid words in Katsuki’s rant: Not again. Never again. Not while I’m here.

It’s so that her next decision comes to her easily, clearly. There is no doubt in her mind when she nods at Katsuki and answers, “I’m with you.”

They turn to her in silence--Kirishima and Kyoka stunned, speechless. Katsuki, with burning determination. He nods and takes her hand, extracts her from Kirishima’s grip and without another word runs in the opposite direction of where Kyoka is leading them to safety.

“Bakugou--”

“Ears, get going! Shitty hair, follow her and make sure neither of you fuckin’ die!!”

They don’t call for them a second time. Kyoka curses; Kirishima shouts “Don’t die on us either, Baku-bro! Dr. Momo!” before taking the smaller girl by the arm and leading her to safety.

The nausea Momo feels in her gut swirls, but she pushes it down to the edges and forces it from her consciousness. Her grip on Katsuki’s hand is strong and sure, her steps falling hard to the ground. When they reach the edge of the building, with its occupants streaming out and all around them in panic, they look into each other’s eyes.

The building is on the edge of collapse. Getting up where Endeavor has crashed is unsafe and foolhardy. They might actually die doing this and accomplish exactly nothing, but...

“I suppose we’d have to fly,” she tells him, shrugging off her doctor’s coat.

She sees the slight tremor in his hands, and the widening of his eyes. He takes a deep breath and releases it. Adrenaline rushes quick in his pulse in a thrum that she feels from where she stands.

“Damn right. You know how to hold on tight, right, Princess?”

There is no time for hesitation.

She nods after a deep inhale of her own. He bends over so she can cling to his back, arms securely wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He straightens up as much as he can and looks up at the gaping hole at the side of the building.

She inhales the sweet scent of nitroglycerin in one breath. Exhales. And then they’re off the ground.

Their rise to the sky and the side of the building is unsteady, frighteningly so. The blasts from Katsuki’s hands propels them at odd angles. He grunts with the difficulty of balancing himself and her added weight, dangerously careening towards the glass and twisted steel beams sticking out of the edges. She feels the wind rushing past her ears and cutting through the skin peeking out of her tattered clothing, her ponytail going in all directions.

The burn from his hands become more unstable as they fly higher and higher. Yet she feels Katsuki’s even breathing as she clings onto him for dear life. It seems impossible they’ll make it, but having him so close to her, she knows that they will.

They somehow reach the crash site. With a grunt of effort, Katsuki lands at the edge of it, keeping him and Momo steady as a beam gives a little with their weight. He grips her arms with searing hot hands protectively as they peer over the edge of the abyss.

It’s dark and eerie, the crevice spanning multiple floors. The cold air blasting through makes her teeth chatter, makes the absence of Endeavor’s flame apparent.

Are they too late? “Katsuki, do you see him?”

He squints at the darkness. “We gotta get closer,” he says, leaping carefully at the edges of the jagged rings of broken floors. Their landings are hardly stable, but miraculously they manage to keep upright without letting the structure collapse further. Katsuki is nimble on his feet as they descend through the pit, passing by wreckage of concrete and steel and plastic. There are immobile bodies at some floors, and the couple that they can approach safely are pulseless. The touch of cold skin under her fingers makes the bile in Momo’s guts rise and the tears spill over in her cheeks.

“Momo.” Katsuki doesn’t allow himself to linger over the dead. He takes her and leaps down. His eyes glint in the dark, but he keeps them forward. Momo forces herself to do the same.

It’s probably ten floors down when Katsuki pauses at the edge. “There,” he murmurs, pointing to an orange flicker in the darkness.

Gingerly stepping over the debris, the two of them find a clearing, where a large, unmoving body clad in torn spandex lies on his back. The flames come from bits of charred wood and paper and not from the flames of his face, as they had expected. Momo makes a flashlight out of the flesh of her arm and shines a light over him.

“Oh god…”

Katsuki immediately kneels next to him and does a quick assessment. Endeavor is pale and gasping, can barely make a sound as they check his pulses. The pro’s hand is weakly pressing on the wound of his neck when Katsuki moves it and sees the blood ooze. “Shit, the cut’s deep. We can’t wait. We gotta stitch him up quick.”

Momo nods and crouches down next to him, immediately forming things from her flesh as she does so. “I can do the carotid repair, just give me a minute to create--”

“No. I’ll do it.”

She stares at him, mouth agape. “Katsuki, you haven’t done this in a while. And your hands… you just blasted your way up here--”

He scowls and snatches a pair of sterile gloves forming on her lap. “It’ll take too long for you to create and do the repair. Besides, you’re shaking more than I am.”

She looks down at her hands and sees that he’s right. They’re thinner than they were this morning, and so is the rest of her. All the stress of creating has her body protesting.

There’s no time to waste. Grimly, she nods at Katsuki. “Okay. I’ll assist you.”

“Good.” He takes a deep breath and asks for a light.

The air around them shifts as Katsuki dons the protective gear and rushes to prepare the site. Momo has never seen him with laser-like focus, eyes fierce and silent as his hands set to work swiftly over the wound. There are no excessive movements nor excessive words as needle and thread go through tissue, sealing the wound shut. Momo concentrates as she never had before, forming tools as much as holding them apart, hanging onto Katsuki’s every word as he performs the emergency surgery.

His hands immaculately steady, Katsuki eventually performs the last stitch and exhales. Cleaning the wound and covering it up, he says, “We need to get fluids in him. Can you make some with your quirk?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t make that out of lipids.”

And even if she can in theory, she doubts that she can make anything out of her body at that rate without her sacrificing her marrow. The strips of clothing hanging on her body are now loose, the fat over her limbs and trunk almost completely depleted. Her head spins from the rapid loss of body mass.

“Shit,” she hears Katsuki curse next to her, and in the next moment his arms are around her, keeping her steady. She struggles to look up at his face through the spots in her vision. “It’s fine, Momo, you did great. Hold on, all right? We’ll get you outta this fuckin’ place.”

“Mm,” she says, blinking herself back into consciousness, as hard as it is as the seconds pass by. “Endeavor-san first… Katsuki, you have to save him…”

“Momo, don’t fuckin’ pass out on me now--stay with me, stay here, right here--”

I am, I swear, she wants to say, but her mouth can’t move. Damn, they might have been too reckless--what’s the use of attempting to rescue Endeavor when they can’t even make it out of there by themselves? She tries to keep her head up, tries to be strong, but her vision dims and she isn’t sure that the sounds she’s hearing at the edges of her consciousness is real--

“RELEASE! Found them! Bakugou! Dr. Yaomomo!”

“Momo! Hold on!”

Two voices, male and female, come from her right. If she concentrated, she could have sworn that they were voices that she knew. She tries to turn her head to the sounds of the voices, but Katsuki moves above her, keeping her still.

“Half-and-half? Roundface? Headband fucker?!”

“Shut up,” Yosetsu’s sharp voice, so unmistakably his, comes from Momo’s left. “Hey, Momo, you okay? Bakugou, what the fuck, why did you let her end up like this--”

“You shut up,” Katsuki snaps. “This guy’s neck was cut right open, and we did what we had to do to, all right? Momo saved this bastard’s life with her quirk!”

Momo wants to shove their heads together for arguing at such a dire time, but thankfully someone else steps in to do that for her. “The two of you shut up and let me do my job!” Uraraka-san snaps in between them. “Come on, Yaomomo’s about to crash, we gotta get this glucose solution in her, stat!” 

A needle pierces through her skin, but she hardly flinches at the sensation. When the cool fluid pushes through her veins, the spots in her vision dissipate, and she feels her mind step out of the haze. She blinks and focuses her vision on Katsuki, Yosetsu, and Uraraka, who are staring at her warily. It is only then that she sees that Uraraka is in full nursing regalia, eyes and cheeks glowing in determination, and Yosetsu is in his scrub suit, with bottles of IV fluids and other medical supplies fused to his bare skin.

“Momo. Say something,” Katsuki murmurs gently in her ear.  

She nods weakly at them. “I’m okay… I’m awake now,” she stammers. Her voice is wobblier than she’d like, but at least she’s able to speak at all. “W-we did a carotid artery repair on his left… Endeavor-san, we have to--”

“We’re on it,” Uraraka says, standing up with one of the bottles from Yosetsu’s body and rushing to Endeavor’s side. “Shouto, here.”

She wouldn’t have known that her associate was there if Uraraka didn’t call him by his name. Todoroki is deathly silent--he has just placed a line through Endeavor’s arm with a bag of blood dripping through it and is now attempting to get vital signs. Next to him, a serious-faced Uraraka places another line at the other arm, murmuring numbers to the dual-toned doctor.

“He’s in shock,” Todoroki says, voice oddly blank. “Awase, we need those...”

“Got it,” Yosetsu says, unfusing another bag of medicine from his body. When Momo moves to help, he unfuses a juice pouch from himself and shoves this in her hands and stops her with a stern glare. Shifting his gaze to Katsuki, he says, “Make sure she doesn’t collapse, shit-face.”

“As if I would, Welder-fucker,” Katsuki grumbles with a tch. Yosetsu glares at him again, but sets to work with Todoroki and Uraraka in the next moment, stabilizing the fallen pro. Momo watches in worry as Todoroki adjusts all the fluids, his face frighteningly free of any emotions. As Katsuki watches with her, body tense and eyes unmoving, he doesn’t let her go.

He’s frightened, she realizes. Even though Todoroki Shouto is the most frightened of them all to lose this man, everyone is fighting off the cold chill of fear of losing the number one hero on their watch.

“We did all we could,” she murmurs to Katsuki, as they keep their eyes on the sutures he placed over Endeavor’s neck.

“... yeah,” Katsuki agrees. “We did.”

It feels like an eternity of waiting when Uraraka tells them that it’s probably safe to move Endeavor now. After regulating the temperature with his quirk, Todoroki nods at Uraraka, who nods back and touches Endeavor with all her fingers.

“Can you float all of us with your quirk without killing us with the drop, Roundface?”

She glares at him, but nods. “Not like I have a choice, Explodeyface.”

Not like any of them have a choice, really. Uraraka touches all of them with her hands--first Todoroki, then Yosetsu, then Katsuki who chooses to carry Momo in his arms, and then herself. She holds on to Endeavor’s sleeve with one hand and hooks the other around Todoroki, in a small gesture to keep him grounded.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Without further ado, the group floats through the crevice, their ascent more stable than it was when Katsuki used his quirk. They’re able to make it out of the building when Uraraka holds her breath, puts all ten fingers together, and whispers “release” like a prayer.

The loss of gravity jolts all of them like a gunshot, and there’s a moment where they feel themselves free falling for a few heart-stopping seconds. But Uraraka grits her teeth and controls the pressure on her fingertips, keeping her eyes level and her face free from any trace of green. Miraculously their descent slows down halfway, slow enough that it feels like they’re riding an elevator in the open air.

The ground zooms in closer to them. The people see them and point in both awe and horror at the sight of the number one hero unconscious and flameless.

Momo, as weakened as she is, grips onto Katsuki a little tighter.

“He’ll make it,” Katsuki tells her, loud enough that Todoroki hears and looks at him with those unreadable eyes. “Bastard is tough as shit.”

She hopes he’s right.

When they land, Uraraka keeps Endeavor afloat until a stretcher is pushed their way by Shinsou and, to Momo’s surprise, Kirishima. Both of them are equally bruised and battered, but they’re able to work steadily as if they aren’t.

“What the fuck are you still doin’ here, Shitty Hair?!” Katsuki growls when gravity is completely back in their systems. “I thought I told you to get your ass the fuck out of here!”

Kirishima doesn’t look up from his work. “Yeah, but we couldn’t leave the hero work to you guys! It wasn’t manly to just up and leave! I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself! Jirou too! She went back looking for the cops to help the evacuation efforts--”

“But the Nomus--”

“Mostly managed by the pros, and thankfully none of concern anymore,” Shinsou interrupts curtly as he draws blood from Endeavor. “Now we can focus on the Code Orange. Todoroki, Uraraka, we got this, Iida’s preparing the ICU, so--”

“Thank you,” Todoroki answers. The sickly grey pallor sticks on his skin as he watches Endeavor wheeled in the hospital. “We’ll help in the code.”

Shinsou pauses. “You sure? I heard you and Uraraka almost died fighting a Nomu on your own, before that guy--”

“We can do it, Shinsou-kun,” Uraraka interrupts, face still filled with determination. “We need to help everyone who’s hurt.”

“Very good. We need all the help we can get.”

They all turn in unison to the dignified voice coming from behind them. Dr. Hakamata, despite having his doctor’s coat and trademark denim suit frayed at the edges, ambles behind them with a harried-looking Amajiki-senpai walking close behind. It appears they’ve been in a scuffle themselves, but both look ready to get to work.

“We already have a number of cases lined up in Neurosurgery--head traumas and the like. I’ll need all available neurosurgeons up in the suite now. All four residents should go up as soon as you’re able.”

“Four of--” Yosetsu stammers, looking at Momo incredulously. “B-but Jeanist, Momo--I mean, Yaoyorozu can’t, she’s just recovering from overusing her quirk, and--”

“I’ll do it.”

At the sound of her voice without the unsteadiness in it moments ago, all eyes turn to her in various degrees of disbelief.

“Yaoyorozu… you sure? You’re really… thin,” Shinsou says bluntly.

She shakes her head. “I’m still standing. My hands aren’t shaking anymore. As long as I don’t use my quirk any further, I can help out.”

Amajiki is miraculously able to look at her and Dr. Hakamata in the face as he says, “Sir, we should give her some time to recover, at least. She wouldn’t last in the OR by herself like this.”

“Fucking elf-shit! What bullshit is this!” Katsuki growls, stunning everyone into silence again with how wide with anger his eyes are. “Stop fuckin’ doubting what Momo can or can’t do! She says she can do it, and this Denim Bastard thinks she can too, so why the fuck are you shitheads so adamant to keep the most brilliant doctor outta all of you from helping?! As if you shitheads have the luxury of standing here while the fuckin’ code orange is still going on--”

“Katsuki, it’s all right,” Momo says, but he isn’t done.

“Besides! She won’t be alone!” Staring at Dr. Hakamata right in the face, he points a thumb to himself, nostrils flaring. “I’m going too. I’m first assist for all the surgeries you’ll throw her way.”

Everyone gasps, except for Dr. Hakamata, whose eyes remain unfazed as Katsuki assaults him with that glare. “Really? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with hospitals anymore, Bakugou-kun,” he replies coolly.

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Really? You’re gonna be a smug bastard about this now?!”

Despite the suffocating tension around them, Dr. Hakamata laughs, and pats him on the shoulder. “Not at all. Glad to have you back on board, Dr. Bakugou.” He looks at the stunned staff in front of him and taps his fingers against the fabric covering his chin. “I suppose it goes without saying that because he is not affiliated with our institution, I answer to all his medical decisions while working with us.”

The look on his face leaves no room for argument.

Soon, all of them rush back to the hospital, its hallways congested with stretchers and patients, and make their way up the suites. Honenuki is already operating on his own patient when they arrive there, assisted by Mina. Todoroki and Uraraka get the next patient on deck, while Amajiki and the neurology chief resident Hado-san take the next one. Momo takes the short waiting time on the OR floor, eating a rice ball and finishing Yosetsu’s juice pack, while Katsuki drops next to her with even more food and drinks for her to consume.

“I might actually choke if you think I’ll finish all those in ten minutes,” she says in the lightest tone she can muster at that point. Her limbs are still thin, but thankfully without tremors as she takes in the next bite.

Katsuki smirks. “Eat this all or I’ll kill ya, Princess.”

“Really… you and your threats to keep me alive,” she says with a laugh. Her tone falls in the next moment though, when the gravity of the situation catches up on them.

People are dying around them, in massive numbers. If she doesn’t operate, they just might die. If she makes a mistake, they might die faster.

She wasn’t good enough to operate on her own before all this happened.

She… hasn’t operated on anyone with such high stakes before.

“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice snaps her back to reality. She meets his ruby eyes, uncharacteristically soft and warm and tender within the mess of her mind. “Don’t give me that weak look. You can fuckin’ do this, all right?”

She tries her hand at a weak smile. “I wonder if I’m strong enough for this, Katsuki.”

He makes a small frustrated sound in his throat. “The woman who was ready to kill a fuckin’ Nomu with a machine gun she made from the fat of her back things she ain’t strong enough for this?” he says with a hint of incredulousness that makes her laugh. “Oi, I’m serious. If you think you ain’t good enough to do this, then nobody else is. I didn’t just swallow my pride in front of Best Fuckin’ Jeanist if I thought you’re bad at this.”

A harried nurse calls for Dr. Yaoyorozu and Dr. Bakugou, telling them that the next patient is being wheeled in as they speak. Katsuki helps her to her feet with one strong hand before he holds on to her with both, eyes looking straight into hers in that intense way that awakens her to her senses.

“Listen. Momo. You got this.”

She smiles, genuinely this time, and squeezes his arms in affirmation. She nods.

Without further ado, they rush into the operating room, ready to save lives.  

#bnha fic #bakumomo #bakugou katsuki #yaoyorozu momo #jirou kyouka #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #mirio togata #lemillion #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki shouto #uraraka ochako #awase yosetsu #hakamata tsunagu #best jeanist #shinsou hitoshi #nomu #wow so many characters #i cannot believe i finished this #i cannot believe how many action sequences #how many characters in one long scene i was going nuts #two chapters to go!

[kaiyeti]

Izuku: DAH! *Izuku yelled as he and Tsuyu are thrown through a wall, Izuku holding his girlfriend to protect her from the impact. After hitting the ground and sliding across it, He looked down at Tsuyu and groaned.* Are you okay Tsu?

Tsuyu: *Tsu shook her head and coughed,* Yes. I’m fine. Though that hit knocked the wind out of me. Are you okay?

Izuku: I have been better. *He replied as he tried to stand up as the both watched the villain jump out from the hole in the wall.* This guy is touch. Not only is he unnaturally strong but with that energy generating quirk and move knowledge quirk we can’t get a good hit on him.

Tsuyu: I didn’t realize that there were followers of All for One that could have multiple quirks and not be a Nomu. *She added as she caught Izuku as she fell back down.*

Spartas: Hehe, Yeah There are a few of us that were blessed enough to keep our brains in our skulls. Though to be fair I only have the one added Quirk to know all your moves. *He smiled as the markings around his forearms and fist began to glow.* Though I have to say, you two should be proud. If it wasn’t for my new power this fight may have been more of a challenge, that that I know all of your styles of fighting you have used so much. So I hope that gives you some comfort. 

Izuku: Wait so you know all of our fighting styles that we used?

Spartas: Yeap. Slugger style. Shoot style. Frogger style. The moment I was hit by them You lost. But hey you put up one hell of a fight. If there was a next time you would have to surprise me and knock me out first try. *He grinned slamming his fist together couldn’t a shock wave.*

Tsuyu: Is that so. *Tsuyu mutter as she rose up and stepped in front of Izuku protectively before stretching her arms.* Then I guess I have no choice but to use our secret ultimate move. Kero.

Izuku: What? Wait Tsu. We are still developing those. *Izuku said with worry, about to continue when Tsuyu spoke up.*

Tsuyu: Don’t worry Izu. I’ll be alright. After all, *she looked over her shoulder with a smile.* It’s my turn to be your hero. Kero.

Spartas: HeheheheHAHAHAHA! THAT’S THE SPIRIT! *He shouted as as his arms began to glow was steaming plasma.* FIGHT TO THE END KICKING PUNCHING AND CUSSING! IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO! NOW COME AT ME LASS! SHOW ME IF YOU ARE A REAL HERO! *Spartas then swings both of his fist at the couple heroes sending burning plasma blast at them. Both blast missing as Tsuyu grabs Izuku with her tongue and leaps over the orange haired villain and back into the building. He quickly turned, charging his arms to attack through the wall when, to his surprise, Tsuyu jumped back outside landing before him a few yards away before charging at him.* Getting rid of the distraction to fight without worry. Smart! *He grinned swiping his arm in a chopping motioning to send out another plasma blast. However, to his quirks confusion, the frog heroine’s moves changed and instead of jumping she quick side hopped to the side as if she was a boxer, staying low to the ground as she circled him. The villain followed her movements as she came closer and closer before thrusting both fists towards her unleashing and beam of plasma at her. Luckily Tsuyu managed to barely dodge the beam as she slide across the ground between his legs with the slime of her quirk and lightly hopped up. Spartas whipped around, charging his clenched fist only for his right temple to be met with Tsuyu elbow and then tongue.* DRRGH! Hehe Not bad! But Now I kno-Huh? *Spartas smiled only to realize Tsuyus tongue was wrapping around his neck and upper body and her crouched down to the ground and fist drawn back.*

Tsuyu: Here goes nothing. *She began, the pant legs of her shorts tearing the moment before she launched upward with a full strength jump, burying her fist into Spartas chest. The force of the jump lifting both her and the villain high up into the air and at the peak Tsuyu using the momentum to add to her upper cut, breaking his ribs, as she throws fist up and shouts.* BULLFROG SMASH!

Spartas: GUAAAH! *Spartas howled as all the air is knocked out of his lung and his broken ribs pierce them.* COUGH! COUGH! HAHA! Not! Not Bad las! But now I know everything of the style! *HE managed to cough out with a smile.*

Izuku: You sure about that! *Spartas hear glancing over to Izuku on the wall of the building as if he was a frog. Then in a flash Izuku jumped off the wall, destroying it, at the villain and once close each shouted as he dropped kicked Spartas face.* PENNSYLVANIA KERO! *With a loud boom, Izuku’s kick sent Spartas flying crashing into a wall of a build across the street causing it to crumble. The two hero then fell down to the ground, both landing on their feet through Tsuyu holding her injured hand while Izuku Limped over to his love with trembling feet.* Tsu! Are you alright! Is your hand okay?

Tsuyu: Ow. It’s been better, kero. I guess I didn’t keep my wrist as straight as I should have. *She told him, lightly blushing as Izuku gently took hold of it and kissing her bruised knuckles and wrist.* Though Now I feel a lot better.

Izuku: Haha, I’m glad to hear that. Still you were amazing. They training really paid off. *Izuku smiled as he started to lose balance only for Tsuyu to catch him and hold him up making him blush.* Th-Thanks.

Tsuyu: My pleasure. Plus it give me an excuse to touch you abs. *Tsuyu smiled that grown with the redness of her loves cheek.* I’m joking. kinda. How are your legs? Kero.

Izuku: Well they hurt but aren’t broken so I kept my promise.

Tsuyu: And I appreciate that. Kero. *Tsuyu smiled give Izuku a kiss on the cheek that he returned with one on her lips when suddenly the rubble of the build Spartas was buried under is pushed back as the villain rises from it.* Oh you have got to be kidding me. 

Spartas: That... That... What was... That? *He panted ad he slowly stummbled out of the rubble battered and beaten, coughing up blood as he bleed from his mouth, nose, ear, and eye from where Izuku kicked his.* What... Style... was... That?

Izuku/Tsuyu: *The lovers looked at each other then back at the beaten villain barely able to stand and said proudly.* Dekukero Style. Kero. 

Spartas: Dekukero... Huh? ... Hehehe... Magnificent. *He smiled before stopping with a slump and eyes dulling over, passing out on his feet.*

Izuku: Huh. You know Stain passed out the same thing. 

Tsuyu: So did you after I kissed you before we started to date.

Izuku: I-I didn’t pass- *He began to object when Tsuyu give him a passionate kiss using her tongue causing him to freeze before melting into it leaving him in a happy daze when Tsuyu break away.*

Tsuyu: So cute. It’s why I love him Kero. *She smiled as she pulled Izuku’s phone form his pocket and called the police.*

*This one is for @kickbase77 and @ikingpotato Thanks for the idea.*

#midotsu #midotsuyu #izuku x tsuyu #froppy x izuku #izuku x asui #midoriya x tsuyu #dekutsuyu #frog for all #dekukero #midoriya x asui #froppy deku #froppy x deku #midoriya x froppy #tsuyu x deku #deku x asui #tsuyu asui #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha

[peculiarbob]

Desolate Souls and Broken Minds

Chapter 6: Old Friends

Chapter 5: Angel of the Lord

Chapter 4: Nice to Meet You

Chapter 3: Good as Dead

Chapter 2: The Dream

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Word count: 2360

Summary: Skully isn’t gonna stop harassing Tim and Jessica till he gets what he wants. What does he want? No one really knows for sure. But one thing is for certain, old friends always have our backs.

They interrogated us for hours, but now we can finally get some sleep. Not that I get much anyways. Jessica seems really tired and drags her feet while walking to her room.

“Night.” I call to her.

“Night.” she calls back in a croaky voice.

I lay in bed for another hour but I can’t fall asleep. I look at my bedside table and on top of it is my bottle of pills. I hadn’t realized that I had only two more pills. I didn’t want to have to go to the car in the morning so I decide to go now. It’s cold, I don’t know why I didn’t bring a jacket. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for like five days, I should shower. It’s now drizzling which honestly feels good on my skin. I reach inside the car and onto the backseat. I grab my duffel bag and pull out my other bottle of pills. I lock the car and start heading back when-

WHACK!

Something metal hits me hard on the head. I fall to the ground. Everything around me is spinning and blurry. Someone’s knee is digging into my back as they tie my hands together with rope. I try to break away from them but they grab my hair and slam my head onto the ground. I black out.

I wake up tied to a tree, my mouth has a gag in it, and I can feel thick blood running down my face along with the rain. There’s a man with curly dark hair standing a couple feet away from me, he swallows a couple of my pills. He puts the bottle in his front jacket pocket, puts his mask completely on, then turns to me. Skully. He slowly pulls out a pocket knife but he doesn’t slit my throat. He starts to unbutton my shirt then starts cutting me, but not random cuts either, he’s cutting a sigil into my chest. It hurts like hell but I can’t do anything to stop him.

When he’s done with me he cleans the knife off with a cloth then starts to unbutton his own clothes. He turns away from me as he wounds his own chest. When he’s done, he faces his whole body towards me and just stares. It’s raining harder now and he’s just staring at me from behind that mask.

“Get away from him!” Dean yells. I can see him, Sam, and Cas running in our direction.

Skully then shoves a blood covered hand onto my bleeding chest. A blinding white light shines everywhere and for a moment I can’t see anything. When I gain back my vision Cas isn’t there. Sam and Dean look around in confusion for just a second, but in that time Skully takes something from off the ground and shoves it into the cuts he made on his chest. The brothers instantly go into an idle stage, they look as if they’re void of any emotion. He takes the thing out of his chest and waves it in front of my face. I can now see that it’s a bundle of some kind of sticks which was clearly soaked in some sort of substance, smells awful. He gently puts his hand on my cheek, places a finger to his “lips” then walks away.

About ten minutes pass before Sam and Dean awaken. At this point the rain has been beaming down on me and my gashes, I’m weak from blood loss. They look around clearly disorientated. I call them over and they clumsily untie me, I can barely stand so they have to help me walk.

“Where’d he go?” Dean says, still a bit dazed.

“Don’t know.” I reply.

We head back to the bunker, none of us can walk straight. It took us longer than it usually would have to get back but we made it. Jack immediately gets up and tells me he can heal me.

“Here- let me just…”

“Woah woah woah. What are you-?”

He places one hand on my chest and with a brilliant glowing light, he heals me completely. It was as if nothing happened. I thank him as he starts healing Sam and Dean. He sets a glowing hand on their foreheads and they return back to normal.

“Okay, what the hell?” Dean says somewhat angrily, “We’re gonna find that bastard and make him pay.”

“Sure, but first” Sam says, “where’s Jessica?”

“She went outside.” Jack answers, “She asked me where do we keep the guns. So I gave her one and she headed outside. I found her attire a bit strange though.”

“What d’you mean?” I ask, it’s a strange thing to mention.

“Well, she wore a loose flannel shirt, ripped jeans, hunting boots, gloves, and a black cloak with the hood up. She looked mad and had a knife attached to her calf. I didn’t ask any questions, she kinda scared me.”

I decide to go outside in hopes of finding her. Before I do so, I grab a flashlight and a gun and put on a freaking jacket. It doesn’t take me long to find her though. She’s walking around, with no light except for the moon. She’s holding something too. I call to her and rush over there. Jessica doesn’t react much, although she covers up whatever she’s holding with her cloak even more.

“Are you alright?” she says.

“Um. Yeah. How’d you know-?”

“He sent me messages.” she says these words with no emotion, “He somehow got my number and texted me a picture of you tied up. He then told me exactly what he was going to do. Cut sigils into you and himself, get rid of the angel, stun the brothers, then get to Jack and me. He said, and I quote, ‘You two are going to help me get rid of a certain bastard. Along with help from some of our old friends.’ I’m not going to be used and he’s not going to lay a finger on Jack.”

“Some of our old friends” what does that mean? I’ll help Jessica with whatever her plan is, I think she’s finally sick of being used by all these monsters. We walk for a bit more when Jessica gets a text, it’s from Jack:

“Where are you? Are you safe? Please answer me!”

“Me and Tim are safe, don’t worry. Go to your room and lock the door. Make sure you have a weapon.”

“Okay.”

We walk for a little while more, not a word was spoken. I tell Jessica that we’re just wandering around blindly at this point and that we should just go back, she agrees. Just as we turn around we hear gunfire and screams. We immediately run behind a large tree and watch as Skully runs into view. I can faintly hear his loud breathing, he’s looking around nervously. I can see that he’s twitching and…. Crying? He puts both of his hands to his head as he starts hyperventilating.

BANG!

My ears start ringing as Jessica lowers her gun. Skully falls to the ground, the bullet entered near his shoulder. His sobs grow louder then turn into screams. Me and Jessica start to cough, violently, my vision start to turn cloudy as well. I’m grabbed viciously grabbed by the arm and practically dragged out of there. Whoever is grabbing me also has Jessica, they leave Skully. I turn around to see that faceless bastard. That’s the last thing I see before I black out.

I wake up in a strange place. It looks like a bedroom, not one I’ve been in before though. I get up from the surprisingly comfortable bed and look around. The room is kind of bare, one window with lace curtains opposite of the door, the bed, a closet, and a night stand. First I look in the closet, nothing. Then I look inside the drawer and find one thing, an empty bottle of pills. My pills. I leave it there and quietly look around the house.The place is honestly not that big. The room I was in is near the end of the short hall. To my right is the bathroom, to my left is another bedroom and the rest of the hall. I look in the other bedroom.

It had the same structure as the other one, but this one was more decorated. Above the bed was a map of Kansas with red dots and labels. A couple dots were labeled “Skully HB” but are now crossed out. Only one of those dots remain untouched. There is also a circle labeled “M.O.L. Base” not sure what that means though. I look in the closet next, lots of Gucci. But next to all of the expensive clothing, there’s a yellow hoodie. I stumble backwards then rush to the drawer. There I find a black mask made out of fabric with a red frown on it.

I run out of that room to try and find the exit. Instead I find the kitchen. And guess who’s in the kitchen. My old pal, Brian Thomas. He’s making something on the stove while a cup of coffee is sitting on the counter. I don’t move an inch. Yet he turns around and isn’t surprised to see me standing there.

“Oh hey, you’re up!” he calls cheerfully, “You probably have questions. We can talk about it over these omelettes I made for breakfast. “

He directs me to the dining room and sets down two plates and two cups of coffee. I can’t help but stare at him in horror and awe. He has been dead for about four years now! The only thing different about his appearance is his black eye. We both sit down then he tries to start a conversation.

“So, Tim. How’s life been. Well, obviously not that great considering how last night went.”

“How?” I manage to whisper. He pauses before replying.

“Well, for the record, I did die. I just didn’t stay that way.” when I don’t say anything he continues, “I fell from that ledge and died, painfully. This reaper or whatever came to me and lead me to hell.”

“What?” I mutter timidly.

“Yeah. Hell. For you guys, the living, it was probably around three and a half years. For people like me it was well over a hundred years. You lose count after a while. Oh yeah, remember Amy and Sarah? Yeah, they’re suffering in hell.”

“Why w-?”

“Why would they go to hell? I don’t know. I didn’t see Seth, Alex, or Jay though. Weird. But I did see a bunch of other people. It’s strange, it kinda looked like we had our own place in hell. Like we were separated from everyone else. Whatever the fuck was torturing me, must have really enjoyed it. Sick bastard.”

Brian put his arm over his stomach, he looked so mad but also like he wanted to cry at the same time. He stands up to get more coffee, I follow him. I can hear him taking slow deep breaths while pouring his drink. When he turns around to me I can’t help but embrace him. After a couple of moments he sets his cup down and hugs back. I hold him as close as possible. I can feel tears run down my face and onto his shirt, but I don’t care. After a while we finally let go of each other. Brian’s face is dripping with tears. We look at each other and laugh.

“Shut up you demisexual dork.” I say jokingly.

“Don’t call me that, you’re gonna make me cry more.” He says still laughing.

We spend the rest of the day catching up. He tells me about hell and what he’s been doing since he came back from the dead. He doesn’t know exactly how he came back and he didn’t really want to talk about it. He also tells me that fake credit cards work great if you want to buy Gucci. I tell him about how my life has been going, not that great. We end up getting to the topic of the map.

“So the crossed out dots were where I thought Skully’s home base was. The circle is the Men of Letter’s base. There’s like a five mile radius around it where everything is a bit, uh, messed up. Can’t track anything in there.”

“Huh, so me and Jessica were safe there. Speaking of which, where is she?” He’s silent, but for only a moment.

“Tim, I uh…. I don’t really know. Things got out of hand and my memory is a bit fuzzy. All I remember is I grabbed you two when the operator showed up-”

“The ‘operator’?”

“That’s what I call it, that’s also what the people in hell called it so yeah. Anyways, I grabbed you two, I tried to get away but someone stopped me, he gave me a black eye. But yeah, everything after that is pretty much gone.”

We decide that tomorrow we should go out to look for her. Look where? No idea, but we have to try. That night we move my mattress into Brian’s room, I don’t want to sleep in a strange place alone. I try to get some sleep but I keep tossing and turning. It had to be around midnight when Brian says something in a quiet raspy voice.

“I met an angel.” I turn around to face him.

“What?” He turns over to look at me.

“When I got out of hell, I met an angel. I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but I don’t care anymore. He said his name was Zayden or something. He made me whole again, I wasn’t just a shell of a man. Well, sort of. He kinda just hid all that stuff in the back of my mind, didn’t even do a really good job either.”

“Me and Jessica met him too. Somethings up.”

We both agree to continue this in the morning so we can get some sleep. But I think we both know neither of us rested even a bit.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #my au

[swiftwind3]

Shut Down

Insp:

"During his period of mourning the disappearance and possible passing of Summer Rose, Yang said he 'shut down', showing that he loved her greatly and was devastated by her loss."

& 

Lyrics:

Fall upon your knees, sing:

"This is my body and soul here"

Crawl and beg and plead, sing:

"You've got the power to control"

Don't pin it all all all on me...

Don't pin it all all all on me!

Red, runny droplets dripped from Taiyang's fist as he breathed tightly through his nose and glared at the man before him.

The man at fault.

The man at fault for all the pain in both their lives.

"I'm only telling you once, Qrow. If you're going to get drunk, do it somewhere that isn't here."

The other man grunted as he erected himself in the mud, wiping his chin caked in red.

"You throw a mean punch, Tai." His voice was hoarse.

His heart ached at the sight of red eyes. A pair of silver ones followed them into the gray of his memory, and Taiyang fought the burning in his throat.

"And there's plenty more where that came from. So, I'm giving you this one chance. Stay away from me, stay away from my girls, and stay away from this house. There's no place for you here anymore."

Red eyes fluttered. "What, you're—you're disbanding?"

"Please. We've been disbanded. But if you couldn't tell with that bird brain of yours, I am. Get lost."

"Gods, Tai," he spat out red. "Mind throwing me a bone?"

"You know exactly why."

It was raining buckets. And the yell that rang out thundered over the downpour.

"Get the hell away from us," Taiyang bared his teeth, hair and clothes dripping in the ideal weather. "Get the hell off my property."

"Whoa, Tai, I— "

"Shut—the hell—up,” he shoved, snarling. "And get the hell out of here. Qrow, I am not asking you."

With an unsure reflex, Qrow stumbled right into Taiyang's blow, landing on his side.

"You're not staying here," a boot connected to his abdomen. "You're not coming anywhere near my house, or my girls. Fuck off to somewhere else."

Disappointment clashed with pain. Qrow looked up, knowing he was letting it show.

But Tai was looking down at him with no sign of remorse or pity at punching and kicking his teammate. Now ex-teammate by the looks of where this conversation was going.

A growl made him jerk. 

"I'm giving you one last chance, Qrow. Walk away from here, and don't come back. And if you do, I'll make sure you look your Vytal Festival best for the God of Darkness."

The taller man forced a smirk. Red eyes blinked as he nodded his head slowly, studying the ground. "You know, I thought you said you understood what could happen—"

"You know," Taiyang sneered. "I honestly can’t believe I let myself fall for that stupid excuse of yours. No Semblance is uncontrollable, Qrow. And I wondered, there must be some reason why he’s bullshitting me, because, how can I be sure he doesn’t just have it out for me and wants coverage for making me look bad and incompetent? Does he hate me or something? Is he jealous? But honestly, I don’t really care anymore. You—your Semblance, I don't care. You're walking Misfortune regardless—"

"Out to get—Tai. Please. My Semblance is one thing. My body is another. I told you about the curse. I can't control it. You can't blame all of this on me—I warned you, Tai."

"Yeah, and I should have gotten rid of you when you first said it," his smile was empty. "Would’ve saved me a looot more grief."

"Maybe," he conceded, grunting as he stood. "But if you want to kill me, you're going to have to throw more than just a couple of mean punches."

"Please," he scoffed. "I don't want to kill you. Well, maybe that's a lie. But if you won't leave, I'll make you."

Qrow tensed, and Taiyang’s lips curled.

The blond man dashed forward, delivering a blow to his abdomen. A knock to his face followed. Legs hooked behind his and swept them forward, a kick piercing into his stomach again to send him sprawling across wet grass.

Stepping back with a snort, he let Qrow hiss in the mud.

"Qrow," his voice trembled then. "My wife—and the mother of my first child is gone to Gods-know-where and all the condolences I get are just made up of 'It really is unfortunate, Tai. I'm so sorry. The Gods were out of their minds to let bad things happen to good people.'"

The rain somehow burned his eyes and Qrow coughed, letting out a hum.

"So, it was Misfortune's fault then, huh," a chuckle nudged his shoulders, water dripping off his chin. "I figured it really was out of my hands until I remembered just who exactly Misfortune was,” he glared. “This isn't about the times you've made me fall on my face in public, Qrow. Someone is dead because of you. My wife—she's gone. My best friend is dead. Because of you."

Thunder rolled, and red eyes closed.

"You're not just an inconvenience. You're dangerous. And I have children to protect. And I can't do that," he shook his head. “Not with you around.”

The ground grew blurry in Qrow's eyes.

Lightning flashed, invisible tons colliding far above them.

"...Right," he swallowed with a tight sigh. He kept his gaze low as he stood. "Okay."

The hiss of falling rain sighed in their ears for a moment, neither washing the tension away nor increasing it.

"Good," Taiyang nodded. "Glad you see it my way. Maybe once you get your Semblance under control, you can give me a call and...you can play with the girls. They'll...they'll miss you, probably."

"As if that'll ever happen,” he chuckled, turning away. “Nice knowing you, Tai."

"You know you can do it," was the call behind him. "You haven't convinced me that you can't control it. No Semblance works like that."

"And for the umpteenth time, I'm telling you: mine does."

"You really don't know how to think any different, do you," his tongue clicked.

A screech froze both men.

The door to the house flew open, a short head of blonde hair spitting out into the rain, yelping. She fell forward into a puddle.

"Yang—girls! Don't come into the rain—"

The scold died in his mouth, and his shoulders dropped along with his mouth.

Even in the gloom of the storm, Qrow saw him pale. And he followed suit.

A streak of red petals flew over Yang, stuttering up and down. That fumbling red streak suddenly burst into another little girl who ate mud.

"Ruby," the bigger girl cried, jumping to her feet.

"Ruby—Gods— " Taiyang started forward, but Ruby only popped back up.

"I'm okay," she announced and whirled into a red blur again. She flew past her father's grasp, pummeling straight into Qrow's abdomen.

The poor man grunted, laying flat on his back.

"Uncle Qrow, Uncle Qrooow," tiny fists beat on his chest. "Did you see that? Did you see me?"

"I did, Runt," he wheezed, draping an arm over his eyes. "Yeah, I did." A cough stung his throat.

Yang joined them, staying close to her dad's leg. She peered up into his dark, blue eyes.

He drew his gaze from his little girl giggling on her uncle's chest. The ache in his chest worsened at the sight of those innocent lilac eyes.

"It's her Semblance," she tried a smile. "Right?"

Qrow gave a pained groan through his teeth, flinching from the petals bursting from Ruby. He let a smile show instead. "What are the odds," he blinked water from his lashes.

Taiyang picked Yang up, thumbing water off her cold, wet skin. He held her arm.

"It is. I’m so happy you remembered. Did you reopen your scabs?"

"I guess," she sniffed at her bleeding elbows. "I didn't mean to run. I kinda got scared when she started doing that."

“It’s okay,” he pecked her cheek. “We’ll get you some bandages. Ruby, come on.”

As Ruby whined, Yang cried.

“Wait. Uncle Qrow has to spar with us this week," Yang tugged on his scarf. "He promised, remembered? You promised. And you already got a head start—no fair!"

"Now, Yang," his voice was gentle but firm. "You know your Uncle Qrow has missions to go on. He's a busy Huntsman, remember? He—he just came by to say goodbye and—"

"You promiiised," her eyes glowed red, tiny, glowing fists attempting to pierce Taiyang's chest.

"Ah, no—anything but that—" The man fell on his rear, trying to hold her as far as possible. Yet her nails scratched effectively, drawing some blood. "Yang—young lady—stop that—you stop that right now or no sparring!"

Yang froze. "With Uncle Qrow?"

The rain hissed again, and Taiyang closed his eyes. "Yes,” he scowled at nothing. “With Uncle Qrow."

"Cool," she squirmed out of his grip. "Maybe he can help Ruby with her Semblance, too."

"Hey, now, don't start signing me up for tasks I didn't agree to, Firecracker," Qrow wiped mud off Ruby’s face. "I'm busy enough as it is."

"Aw," both girls pouted.

He sighed with a smile, "I didn't say I wouldn't help."

They cheered, raising their arms.

"Alright, alright,” Taiyang dragged his body up. “Head back inside. Yang, start drying you and your sister. And get the bandages. We’ll...be right in.” 

With a few gleeful hops, she grinned. “Got it. Come on, Ruby!" She sped ahead.

"Hang onーwait," the little one cried, grasping at Qrow's arm. "Oh," she froze, and then pecked his chin. "Thanks for helping, Uncle Qrow."

"Ah, it's nothing," he loosened his grip on her and she giggled as she fell into petals, flying into the house.

Yang pulled on the door, staring curiously at them for a brief moment before disappearing.

The rain had stopped. Thunder rolled elsewhere, leaving the two in their silence.

In their eyes, red petals flashed white. And both men were grateful for their drenched hair, as the water that came down blended with their tears.

When they made it to the door, Taiyang looked at him, and Qrow froze.

Sealing their guilt and resent for one another left a bitter taste in their mouths.

"If anything happens to them," blue eyes glowed a bloody red, tears making them no less terrifying. "I will kill you."

Qrow only blinked his own out with a smile and a nod. "Thanks."

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have some pain during these trying times.

And for you lazy slash eccentric folk, the song's Blame by Bastille.

it’s also on ao3 if you’re into that more

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[mincamzfic]

when the moon rises (03)

warning: kinda gore kinda not

-03-

PREVIOUSLY... 

“Danger was never a problem for us, Jimin.” Jin stated calmly. He glanced at you once again. “I know you most likely feel angry, misunderstood and out of your liberty. However, we try to prevent the downfall of Jimin by losing his mate and the downfall of the supernatural if another Healer were to be killed. I hope you understand.”

                                                      //

Why did he mean by “the downfall of the supernatural”? It sounded like something straight out of a movie. Were you like superwoman? Does the supernatural world rely on you, now? What the hell, you were living peacefully and discreetly since you knew and now this.

The car pulled up in a very familiar driveway, one you’re slowly growing to despise. Jimin was the first one to get out of the vehicule. He walked fastly towards the house, clearly trying to get away from you as soon as possible. You watched him and once he disappeared, you rolles your eyes and loudly sighed. Hell would start once again. What about your job? Where you really going to be stuck there?

“Y/N, if you don’t start walking, I will drag you in myself.” Jin threatened you. You raised a brow at him, doubtful of his words, while he menacingly looked at you through his slittes eyes. You hated being bratty but honestly, what else could you do? Nothing but show your miscontement. You scoffed, grabbing your bag from the tiled pavement, heading towards the pits of hell.

Right when you came in, the air felt tense. Everyone stopped what they were doing for a moment before miserably trying to ignore your presence. Namjoon came up to you as Jin went off somewhere else.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry because if you were I wouldn’t be here.” You spat. You hated this place. You hated Jimin, you hated Jin for lying and teicking you, you hated Namjoon for ordering this for selfish reasons. The man in front of you sighed.

“ I’m sure you’d be glad to meet The Man once again, hm?” He pronounced with his deep voice. It was very reassuring, the way he talked. If it wasn’t for the anger boiling your entire body, you would be as obedient as a puppy and rationalize the situation.

Speaking of which, Namjoon led you to the basement. He said that He would be waiting for you down there. First things first, you had to go through the Healer Ceremony. You’ve heard bits about it but you don’t really rely on oui-dires. You laughed to yourself. This felt like the day day of your execution. Everything drastically turned serious. The whole pack was there, at least, the seven most important of the pack.

“Hello again, Y/N.” The Man spoke gravely, as usual. “ Please lay down on this table. The ceremony will begin.” he motionned with his hand.

You took a step back. What was the rush? You didn’t understand what was going on.

They all looked at you intently, waiting for you to move. But you wouldn’t. And you didn’t like the attention you were getting.

You coughed, feeling uncomfortable. “ Why do I need this ceremony, though? What does it do?” you asked.

You heard a ‘tsk’ somewhere to your left. “Just get on the damn table Y/N.” A voice you knew too well said.

“You can always leave, if this is a waste of time for you.” The Man intervened. “However, since she his your mate, I would not suggest.” The Man then turned to you. “The Healer’s Ceremony determines your faith. While you will be on this table, you will experience The Vision. It shows you a glimpse of what the futur will bring you. As a Healer, depending on what The Vision showed, it is your duty to change the future or manifest it.”

You weren’t convinced but how bad could it be? You walked towards the wooden table. You lightly hiked your leg up before stopping mid-air. You hesitated. The Man encouraged you with a motion of his hand. For once, his face was reassuring and not cold.

“And what happens if I don’t do it?” You asked, putting your lef back down.

“You will fail. No matter your attemps on saving people or by your ability with frequencies, it will be too chaotic. This Ceremony lays out your life, their lives, on a map.” He answered you, solemnly.

Still hesitant, you sat on the table before laying down. The Man placed down crystals of prtection as he recited a protection spell you recognized. He then insteucted you that the Ceremony would now begin. He chanted another spell that put you in a trans. You felt like your were floating in the air, the same feeling one would get before having the illusion of falling down. Your head hurt. Your muscles tensed so hard you thought they would crush your bones. You whimpered in pain. Your nails digged into the surface beneath you. Wood went under your nails, your skin started to bleed. You felt like falling before everything went still. You even thought your heart stopped beating. It felt like forever when you took your first breath.

On the outside, in the real world, The Man verified the time. 8 minutes. 8 minutes that you were out. The Ceremony usually last for more or less 15 minutes.

“What do we do,now?” Jungkook asked.

“We wait.” Jin responded, in a matter-of-fact way.

*Back into your mind, you could see. Now you saw what The Universe wanted to show you, what The Universe wanted you to refrain from happeneing.

The Man saw your hands shaking. He checked the time. 11 minutes. He would start worrying yet. Once 15 minutes would strike, he had to pull you out, if you hadn’t already.

*Blood. So much blood. You heard pained howls, pained cries. You thought one of them was yours. Whom were you crying for?

Another scenery.

You were alone. You were in a forest, one you weren’t familiar with. There was mist. It was raining. You looked down. Corpses. Corpses of wolves everywhere. Werewolves. You felt yourself scream and kneel down. It was the cry you had heard earlier. It was really yours. You cries for the wolf in front of you. Who was it? You felt intense love for that person, to see its dead body felt like someone ripped half of you. You felt empty.

17 minutes. Your eyes were convulsing and also your body. He had to pull you out. The Man searched through his herbs, he couldn’t find anything.

“What’s happening?” Jimin asked, worry filling his voice. He hated to sound like he cared, if it wasn’t for his wolf trying to win over, he wouldn’t be bothered.

“Boys, keep him in check. His wolf will take over sooner or later, I don’t want him near her! You heard me?” The Man shouted, panic slowly creeping up to him. It is not normal for a Healer to be out so long during the ceremony. He didn’t want to risk losing you.

*Another scenery.

It was chaos. You were dying. Your energy was being drained. They had won.

Your nose was bleeding, you were still convulsing. Where was that damn plant when he needed it?

“What the hell his happening?” Jimin growled. This was both a question addressed to himself and a question from his wolf adressed to The Man. A roar. The Man stood still. Red eyes watched him.

“Hello, Raven.” The Man slowly turned around. The room went silent. Only your body hitting the table and erratic breathing was heard. “Please, let me do my work. She will be fine.” The Man wasn’t scared of the wolf but he knew Raven couls be vengeful.

Jungkook let out his canines and claws, amber irises glowing his eyes. Namjoon, as the Alpha, showed his glowing red eyes to the younger Alpha. They shared a look with the Beta before nodding to each other. Raven was pushed back by the two other wolfs, the rest of the pack in defense mode. This let The Man do his work. He heard roars, slamming on the wall and struggling. He didn’t have much time. 21 minutes that you were out. He abandoned his herbs and casted another spell. He wasn’t used to use those kind of spells, it was one you would use to rejuvenate the Dead. He didn’t like it, but he had no choice. He waited.

A cough.

Everything went still once again. Raven was watching you. He struggled against his brothers even more, he only had you on his mind.

“Let me see her.” He gruffed lowly. “Let me see her!”

A deep breath.

A slow expiration.

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