#he made it to the second op unlike her
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Aslo I’m not sure if ur caught on the manga for my hero like the war arc mostly but I was wondering if request based of the manga base on chapters 286 -365 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits for him when fighting shigaraki aslo can reader quirk can be scarlet witch type where she using her full potential of her quirk which is slowy corrupting her via dark hold idk I wanted to incorporate mix between multiverse flim and the manga I hope this it ok aslo can add bit of angst and fluff in end I hope this is ok
My Dream
Love wasn't part of the agenda, win the Sports Festival, intern with the top heroes, then graduate and become Number One. Though those dreams don't always stay the same.
Words: 15.6K
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
Warnings: Angst, violence, blood, death, hospitals, some fluff in the middle, pretty op reader, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
MHA CHAPTERS 286-365
A/N: Omg this was so much fun to write! Originally it was going to be much shorter but it became so addicting to keep writing and building more I hope you enjoy 💙
Love wasn't a part of Bakugo’s schedule if he was going to become the Number 1 Hero. Not if…when. He was in U.A., he had a strong quirk, good grades, he was interning at the current Number 1’s Agency, and he even won the damn Sports Festival! His dream was forming with each step. Everything set perfectly in front of him ready for him the second he graduates and starts his agency…
But then you showed up.
The biggest wrench in his plans and that stupid Deku had gotten a quirk and got himself in the same damn school as him. But you were worse than him. Getting in through recommendation unlike him, your grades rivaled his sometimes beating him which made his blood boil, your quirk was stupid either you were a damn witch. Your quirk was witchcraft, Chaos Magic to be specific like in those dumb horror movies with the spell books and all. Apparently, your family was well known for their quirk and some heirloom that is passed through their family. You were a thorn in his side when he first met you. He was supposed to be the best in this class and U.A. as a whole but here was this girl just appearing and taking all the glory and it pissed him off.
He didn’t understand what made people like you, you were boring as hell and a pretentious dumbass. Just because you had some special family name that made you better than him? Give him a chance to really show you the full power of his quirk and you would be groveling at his feet. And he had tried…picked a fight with you during training ready to prove to every one of those extras and to you that he was the best.
Your class had never seen Bakugo lose at all. He bolted right at you ready to send the largest explosion to knock you flat on your ass but in seconds he had the wind knocked out of him and bounded by your magic and you had only moved your hands. He had never felt rage at that moment screaming insults at you explosions coming from his hands trying to break through the bidding but nothing happened. Your classmates watched in shock as you just look at him in almost confusion and Bakugo only saw disgust and cockiness in your eyes before you dropped your hands and walked away to the locker rooms.
At that moment Bakugo promised himself he would destroy you. He despised you, who did you think you were?! You were the obstacle blocking him from his goal his dream of being Number One. So any moment there was a ranking or a test or some sort of activity that had a winner he would put his all into beating you. Not that you noticed him going out of his way to prove he was better than you. You had your own problems to deal with. Your family was a well know one almost at the same level as Todoroki and Yaoyorozu may be higher but you didn’t know. Like that level important.
Your family from as far back as time could history could recount had an impact on the world. Your original ancestors were from a town in America called Salem and were witches. Well now it would have just seemed like quirk users but to a time when quirks didn’t exist they were seemed as demons or witches and were persecuted for it. The first true member of your family’s bloodline was a woman name Wanda Maximoff, created from great magic that could exceed many quirks today even top heroes like All Might. Surviving the persecution of her sisters in Salem she went into hiding, finding love in a man called Vision someone who had a quirk, and had children until her children began to show signs of having powers as well. In fear of her family being harmed like her old sisters, she heard rumors from other witches and quirk users of an item of immense power. This item could give the user infinite knowledge of the mind and strength beyond even the strongest of humans for the body. However, this all came with a price. A deadly obsession over the item that men would kill over to keep in their possession and corrupt even the purest of hearts. Wanda sought out this item to protect herself and her family from the cruel world that was persecuting those who were different. While good lay in her heart finding this item had only led to her hurting others until it was in her possession. The item that had infinite power.
The Darkhold.
Learning its secrets of spells and technology to help the world move forward it slowly began to taint her heart becoming a being of dangerous magic. She was gifted the name the Scarlet Witch, as a being that was not born but forged and destined to destroy the world that harmed them. Her family begged for her to give up the book, the same loving wife and mother to them had disappeared being replaced by a power-hungry woman ready for revenge on those who wrong her. The corruption had overtaken her heart and the woman she once had been was long gone the dark magic had won. The family with no choice but to take her down had failed as she had grown too powerful. But before she could cause a killing blow to her own husband and children she had seen the fear in their eyes and guilt had pulled back the curtain that was covering her eyes. Regret and sadness had overtaken her and she vowed to never touch the Darkhold and to never let it corrupt others. With this, it had become their family's duty to protect the book and others from it, and with each generation as Wanda’s blood flowed through the veins of her descendants this order was to follow. To protect the world and themselves from the corruption of the Darkhold. Your ancestors arrived in Japan as time passed with your family being its current holders. Your ancestor’s quirk passed through your bloodline of witchcraft never being a different quirk from an outside mother or father. Your family to determine how strong their quirk was tested on them and some had theirs be stronger others weaker some average. Until you were born and it was time to test your quirk.
Your parents and grandparents were there for your testing and you were nervous. Your mother and her parents were descendants of the Scarlet Witch while your father’s side was not thought they were informed of your family history. The test was the witch or warlock would amplify the child’s quirk with their own magic until theirs appears and then it was determined the strength of their quirk or if there was even a quirk. Your ancestors have had a few rare moments where a child would be quirkless and it would be a shock for the family. Your mother’s brother was actually quirkless when he failed his testing. While you loved your family deeply it still hurt hearing how they quickly ostracized the quirkless child even going to lengths of giving to people outside the family. Your mother had explained it when you had asked why you were never allowed to see your uncle.
“We need to protect the book Y/n…we are the only ones who are strong enough against others so those who aren’t…it’s complicated sweetie, you’ll understand when you’re older.”
So when you were about to be tested your parents watched with nerves and almost fear. Your mother had a complication following her birth with you and if she were to try to have another child the chances of her surviving the pregnancy and the child as well were too high of a risk. As the only child finding out whether you have a quirk or not and continuing your bloodline had rested on your shoulder in those moments.
Your grandfather on your mother’s side came forward to you kneeling down holding out your arm and the test began. Runes of shades of red appeared around the two of you as he drew them into the air before bringing them down and the runes imprinted in your arm sank into your skin glowing a faint red before disappearing. A burst of energy rips through the room as you’re blinded by a bright light almost pushed back from the wind that appeared in the room. Squinting your eyes open looking into the bright light seeing almost a figure emerge from it. Floating down from this bright light holding their arms out, the light behind them hiding their features but seeing what looked like a woman her long hair flowing in the wind as they grow closer. You catch one detail of an intricate tiara creating a silhouette on her head. You see a flash of red from where her eyes should be before the figure and bright light vanishes and you collapse. Your parents and grandparents surround you concerned. When you had come to they asked you what had happened. Usually, the child would show some sign of having their quirk but you just had the runes placed on you before you passed out. Confused you explained you had seen the bright light before this shadowy woman had appeared. They were shocked beyond belief and when they asked you to describe the woman you weren’t able to give many details except the tiara on their head.
The day of your testing was the same day you viewed the Darkhold. You had never seen it in your life only hearing stories, the history of your ancestors of the Scarlet Witch, and the reason your family guards the book. It was locked up behind glass covered in runes but even through it, you could feel its dark energy. You watched as your mother and grandfather placed runes around themselves before the glass was open and you were instantly hit with a wave of strong power and almost an urge to claim it but your father held you to him. Your grandfather stepped forward as a red glow surrounds the book and it opens the pages flipping on their own before it stops.
“The Scarlet Witch is not born but forged with powers beyond the human mind. The ability to control and change reality as they see it. The Scarlet Witch is said to either bring the world into peace or destroy it to rule the Cosmos. She has had the longest control of the Darkhold with its dark power growing on her even creating spells of her own in the Darkhold,” Your grandfather had said a project of the pages appear in a reddish glow in the air revealing a drawing of a woman covered in runes and writing but you see that same tiara on her head. He quickly shuts the book returning it to its case and placing runes on them.
“If what you saw was true dear child…she has chosen you and has returned..” He says as they all look at the child whose world was about to change,
“The Scarlet Witch’s power is yours. You are going to be the strongest witch in our entire bloodline since its creation of it.”
Your life had turned on its head with this news and quickly it had become training of your quirk with your mother and study of spells and history with your grandfather. The news had traveled quickly through your family and they made it seem like you were some chosen one. While normal people in your family had gained just the simple witchcraft some stronger than others you had what was defined as Chaos Magic. Infinite magic that you could control on a whim with spells or even without. It was this power that made it dangerous in the wrong hands. The one downside of this quirk was the influence of your past or past life. With you gaining the Scarlet Witch’s power, her memories came to you. You would have dreams believing them to be wildly vivid and crazy but it was merely the memories of her life that you would see. You would always see them from her point of view and you would never see her.
Because of this influence of her past, you were forbidden to be around the Darkhold, while she had rejected the book swearing to never use it again the darkness still deep in her craved it. You could feel its power calling out to you, when you would pass by the room it was like voices were calling out to you. It was easy to avoid it physically though sometimes it was harder to on some days as you grew older the urge was growing stronger and your dreams had shifted from memories of her life with her family to when she had the Darkhold. There had been a time when you were dreaming about it using its power seeing through Wanda’s eyes of her using it, her fingers stained black like ash before you were violently woken from your dream. Your power had subconsciously sought out the book and when you had woken up to your parents holding you back and your grandparents standing in front of the case. You had slowly been taking the runes off the glass to unlock it while you dreamed. Your family was lucky to find you in time they weren’t sure what would’ve happened if you had it in your grasp. The book was moved somewhere that you never had access to but you could still feel it calling out to you.
Time passed and while magic could only do much death still won over. Your grandparents had to pay their due and soon it was only you and your parents, your mother now guarding the book. This had been around the time you had started school at U.A. and it had been hectic entering a new school full of people with crazy powers and that’s when you met the famously explosive blonde. He seemed to have some vendetta against you. What just because you got in through recommendation and beat him once in a fight? You tried your best to steer clear of him but it seemed like fate just kept putting you together. You both went to the same agency, not that either of you knew when you signed up, you had gotta group in with Bakugo and Midoriya during Finals Exam. Even during summer camp, you both had been kidnapped by villains they saw something in both of your quirks. Though they didn’t know the full extent of your history. Fate had seemed to put you two together and it seemed almost inevitable for you to not develop some sort of feelings. You weren’t even sure how it had happened it was just one day you noticed everything the both of you went through and it just hit you.
You would say you did a pretty good job hiding it, hidden behind snarky responses to the blonde, purposely picking fights with him so he could explode in rage, to just flat-up ignoring him. You were certain he couldn’t feel any emotion other than rage but then that day happened. You were called in with your agency which was Endeavor’s which Bakugo was not happy as usual for a mission. It was just supposed to be a simple evacuation of the civilians in the city for the Pros to do their work. You had never expected to watch people die so quickly in front of you and people you knew getting brutally injured. You felt helpless even with your power you couldn’t save everyone as a simple evacuation had turned into a battle of life or death. Seeing your teacher having to cut his own leg off, your mentor getting skewered and having the horrible truth of his son be reveal to him, your classmate Midoriya fighting ruthlessly breaking himself to keep you all safe, but it was Bakugo in that fraction of a second you had looked away to help stop the bleeding for your teacher placing runes around his wound using your magic to keep his heart rate up if it would slow down, you could hear the sound of flesh being ripped apart the smell of blood in the air as you watch as he pushes Midoriya out of the way taking the hit. The rivets from Shigaraki’s hand entering his body quickly ripping out of him and he beings to fall.
You were useless trying to keep Mr. Aizawa stable as he bled out while fighting with every being to run back out there and check on Bakugo to rip Shigaraki into pieces and anger and hate had grown in your heart for him. Both Manual and Rock Lock had to pull you off the battlefield to get Mr. Aizawa to safety your magic only doing so much and he needed a hospital. The second your teacher was in stable hands you had sprinted back to battle only to be met with the aftermath, a large creature was tied up by Best Jeanist who was bleeding heavily from his eyes and mouth and you placed a small spell that would dull the pain. You were shocked to see him finding the news that he was missing and that had been the reason you had interned with Endeavor the same with Bakugo. Todoroki and Iida were injured but not life-threatening, Nejire-chan had burns covering her and was unconscious as you tried placing some runes feeling her temperature was very high to lower it. Endeavor was unconscious as well with stab wounds where his lungs were blood practically coated him and you tried giving your stronger healing spells you knew. Finding Midoriya and Bakugo was definitely the worse, Midoriya’s arms were completely shattered his body worked beyond belief you weren’t sure how he was even alive. You were able to give a spell that dulled his pain and you could feel yourself growing weak using all these spells and overworking your quirk. You stumble over falling beside Bakugo he was conscious but slowly slipping. He had thought he was dying with this angel above him when it was just you. Your hands were shaky covered in the blood of multiple people, your body was covered in scrapes and some blood. Pushing through the pain and fatigue that was drawing at you, you perform your strongest healing spells trying to stop the bleeding but trying to focus on the hundred of other spells and runes you had to focus you could feel the spell slipping every few seconds. You were weak and you could do anything to save them. Why weren’t you fast, you could have pulled Bakugo away from the attack as well. If you had stronger magic if your quirk was stronger you could have helped stop Shigaraki. Mr. Aizawa would have lost his leg if you knew stronger magic to heal it.
The last thing you remember was the paramedics arriving quickly and transporting the heroes. A group coming over to you hunched over the bloody blonde the runes covering him fading in and out before you fell unconscious.
You stood in a dark room, with tall columns of stone and large firepits surrounding a table engraving covering the table and walls. Looking around seeing the open view of what looks like winter snow and the cold blow through but the heat of the large lamps keeps you warm.
“Wanda you must stop this!” A voice calls out and you turn seeing a man who looked almost rotting corpse says being burned as he speaks.
“All of this will be over when I see my boys.” A woman’s voice calls out and you turn seeing a woman standing in front of the table where another girl is pinned there runes glowing red as power drains from her getting absorbed into the other woman. Was this her…you’ve never had this dream before and you’ve never seen her always witnessed through her eyes. She has light auburn hair and cold green eyes, she’s wearing red robes and regalia and a red chest plate with long sleeves where her heart should be there is a blackness coming out. Was this the darkness taking over? The red and black ankle-length skirt ruffles in the breeze the open front showing the black pants and black boots she has on. Resting delicately on her head shimmering a slight red the same tiara in your first vision. Magic pours out of the girl moving into Wanda as she glares at the rotting corpse. But this didn’t make sense she was supposed to be fighting her family before she gives up the Darkhold.
“Wanda they were never real you must stop this madness!” Another man says and you are even more confused. This isn’t real, how could they not be real, if she never had children how could your whole family be alive?
“My children are real! And once I take America’s power I will travel to a different universe and be happy with them.” She shouts her eyes flashing red and you watch in horror as she quickly defeats the corpse and the other man killing him before continuing her spell, the Darkhold appears beside her as the young girl screams out her power being sucked out of her. You try to scream and try affecting this memory but you’re frozen in place. You feel fear run through you seeing Wanda look right at you, this didn’t make sense this was a memory.
“You’re not strong enough to save them Y/n…” She says as she completely absorbs the young girl’s power, she could have been older than you probably 14-15 years old. The girl slumps over and you knew she was dead. Wanda sighs feeling this strong quirk settle in her and she moves over to you the Darkhold floating beside her and you could feel its power radiating and your hand twitches to grab it, “You want to save your friends do you not?” She tilts her head and you look away from the dead girl to the woman in front of you, was this the woman you were meant to become? You slowly nod and she grins.
“Then get the Darkhold. It will give you everything you need.” She explains, “You want to keep Bakugo safe right?”
“Yes! I want to make sure everyone is safe…but it’s our duty to protect everyone even ourselves from the Darkhold.” You look down and she frowns grabbing your chin with her black-stained fingers making you look at her.
“They’re keeping you away from it because they are selfish. You’re just trying to keep them all safe, your parents, your friends, the heroes. If they are stopping you from protecting them all…aren’t they the villains in this story?” She points out and you can’t help but agree with her. Wanda used the Darkhold to protect her family to protect your family and you had to do the same for yours. She pulls away and with a wave of her hands a portal opens revealing a new world, was this your universe?
“Go Y/n, you mustn’t let the book fall into the wrong hands, you are the only person I trust to protect the book.” She says over her shoulder walking through the portal.
“Wanda!” You call out and she stops looking back, “Why now am I only seeing you after everything?” She smiles looking at you.
“It took me years to find the Darkhold and even longer to travel the multiverse. I’ve known every single step you will take the second you were born, I needed to see if you were ready to learn the truth.” She says turning away and looking back once more, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time Y/n…you are my chance of starting again…to complete what I’ve always dreamed of.”
“What dream? What do I have to do?!” You call out as she steps further into the portal and voices start to fill your head.
“Get the Darkhold and I will return again.”
You had woken disoriented and in a hospital no recollection of how you got there and what had happened. All the memories of the war had hit you flashes of your classmates and mentors bleeding out in front of you. The feeling of guilt for not being strong enough and feeling useless with your power. This was the first time heroes had lost and none of you what to do next. You were quickly discharged your injuries were not as severe mainly just over-exhaustion from your quirk. You were released into custody but were confused when you only saw your father why had it looked like he was crying and why did he have a bandage on his head and scratches on his body?
You felt like sinking into the ground and letting it crush you when the words left your father’s mouth. Your mother was dead. Apparently, the creature you had found when you returned to the battle was originally in Gunga Mountain Villa and to get all the way to Jaku it had viciously torn through towns and cities. Your hometown had ended up being in its path and with all the heroes fighting none of the civilians had been prepared. The creature tore right through your home and your mother had quickly without hesitation grabbed the Darkhold and placed an indestructible spell around your father before the rumble took over. Your father was found by rescue holding your mother who clutched the Darkhold in her hands, her fingers ashen just like all its past users had been. The corruption was visible but her death had been quick. You felt numb and also filled with emotions. You didn’t care that you were loudly crying in your father’s arms in the middle of the hall. You hadn’t even seen Bakugo getting pulled away by his classmates from seeing Midoriya but they had paused seeing you in distress. The blonde had tried moving towards you but they had to pull him back to his room so he didn’t go over to you.
This war having so many casualties and a massive prison break caused Japan to go to ruin. Your only family left had uprooted their home to join the shelter that was U.A. The two of you had a small funeral spreading the ashes by the cherry tree where your father proposed to your mother before you had to return to U.A. Your home was completely decimated just pillars of marble and old runes carved in an outline of your home but now just rubble. Your class had suffered as well, Midoriya had disappeared revealing that he had this important power and that Shigaraki and All For One were after him so he had to leave to protect you all.
Bakugo was certain following Jaku something in you had changed, news had traveled fast through the class that your mother had died during Gigantomachia's rampage through the cities. Obviously, they had given you time to grieve being a shoulder to cry on anything you needed they were there. Even Bakugo had lightened up, there had been a moment when he had actually come up to you to thank you. You pushed yourself to keep everyone alive and if you hadn’t been there none of them know what would’ve happened. But then the grieving turned into a different emotion, while you all trained to stay in shape you seemed filled with anger. You deserved to be angry after what happened but it was something beyond anger, like a rage that wouldn’t just take down villains but also everyone around them. You were willing to harm anything and anyone to get what you want kind of rage. The rage that blinds you and makes you do stupid shit. If he hadn’t been watching you attentively following Jaku he wouldn’t have noticed you going out late to the open field by the dorm for hours before looking tired but you would repeat this multiple times even if it looked like you didn’t want to. Even during training your punches were stronger, and sharper, and by using your quirk you were taking and giving blows like nothing. There had been a time you had punched Kirishima while he was hardened and shattered one of your fingers and needed a brace but the next day it was completely healed even without Recovery Girl. You waved it off saying you learned a new spell but even your healing spells weren’t that strong to heal bone. It was until he noticed this book you seemed to carry with you everywhere, it looked like an old book he wasn’t sure how it was staying together. There had been a time you walked past him the book held firmly in your grasp as if someone would come by and snatch it from you. He almost fell back from the feeling he got hit with. It was the same feeling when he met All For One in Kamino or saw Shigaraki during Jaku, that sense of evil and the fear that has your life flash before your eyes. He watched you walk towards a far corner of the gym his nerves on edge. What the hell was this book?
It seemed that others were noticing the changes in you that he had picked up weeks ago. The first noticeable thing was your hands, you had come down for breakfast and Kirishima pointed out your hands and when he looked over your fingers were stained black almost like they were rotten or frostbitten beyond belief. Everyone was concerned rightfully but you brushed it off saying it was a spell that had an effect but these ‘effects’ had just started and were only growing more bold as you seemed to be hesitant to speak to anyone. During training you had been taking a sip of your water a looked away for a second and Kaminari had come over with the rest of the group snatching up your book.
“Didn’t expect you to be a bookworm L/n? Or is this some sort of diary?” He smirks opening the book to see whatever dirty secrets are in there. In was instant a blast of magic hit Kaminari in the chest sending him flying across the gym and shocking everyone in the room. The book fell from his grasp opening on the floor and everyone near it could feel this dread fill them. The book slammed shut with a loud crack whipping into your grasp as you look frantic at them all ready to either fight or runoff. Your hand was still raised your stained fingers covered in magic still holding Kaminari down and he could feel the air leaving his chest from the pressure.
“L/N! Y/N!” Your classmates yelled out snapping you out of your head you quickly drop your hand and the electric boy sits up gasping for air a few of your classmates surrounding him. Your eyes dart around and you pause meeting the red eyes of the blonde watching this all. Bakugo stared at the fear and anger in your eyes, you looked ready to fight whoever try to grab the book grasped in your hand. The red glow from your eyes fades away and you swipe your hand in the air and trail of red smoke appears covering you and once it clears you're gone leaving your classmates all confused and almost fearful. Something had changed you and Bakugo had a feeling it had to do with the book you were so attached to.
After that incident, your classmates had been hesitant around you but Kaminari said it was his own fault, that he shouldn’t have touched your stuff. Your broken class incomplete knew you need Midoriya back and a plan was created to find him. You had gotten permission from Nezu and got a tracker device from Endeavor that showed where Midoriya was your class had come together to get him to return. It was a long and emotional battle getting the One For All user to return with each of you all pouring your fond memories with the boy. It wasn’t until Bakugo’s final words broke the shell around him to return back with your class.
Fighting the school to allow the boy back into the school had been a hassle but Midoriya had returned to U.A. Your class was once whole again and it was only a matter of time for you all to return to fight against Shigaraki and All For One. It was late one night when most of the class was asleep some awake in the common area surprisingly Bakugo was one of those awake despite this strict bed schedule. The blonde was sitting on the floor against one of the couches he had one of his gauntlets in front of him working on it while others were doing other things, he wanted peace and quiet but damn Dek-Izuku and Icy-hot were there as well with the rest of the extras that clung onto him. They were talking or doing their own thing when someone new entered the common area coming from the kitchen, a girl with power beyond comprehension. The room went silent for a bit seeing her enter some of the Bakusquad still felt hesitant since the incident with Kaminari. Midoriya was informed of everything that has happened to you when he noticed your quirk was much stronger and the physical changes in your appearance.
“Hey, L/n couldn’t get sleep?” Midoriya speaks up first and you glance at him almost as if you were looking through him. They all couldn’t help but feel awkward as you were silent taking too longer to come up with a response to a simple question. Bakugo wasn’t trying to be as obvious watching you, you were dressed casually in your sleep clothes and you didn’t look as tired as he has seen you some nights. He would have let this odd behavior aside if he hadn’t noticed a small detail different from you. You held a glass of water between your hands but your fingers were normal, not stained black but s/c skin. It was also the fact you also weren’t holding your book, he’s never seen you without it even though any normal person would just lock their room you were adamant about keeping it on your person. With this information, he knew something was off about you, and you had finally responded.
“Yeah…though a drink would help.” You say and it almost felt forced like your words were scripted. The green-haired boy nodded not sure what to say next but you had already gotten left leaving them all confused about that whole interaction.
“That…was weird..” Sero says they were still looking at where you stood, Bakugo especially looking hard at where you stood but a glimpse of something caught his eye. Where you stood was in front of the large glass windows facing the outside training area and the forest. It was a small second but he caught a flash of red light from the forest and it had the blonde standing up.
“Hey, Bakubro where you off to?” Kirishima says and when the blonde grabs his gauntlet pulling on the glove before the large weapon confusing everyone, “Woah Bakugo what are you doing?”
“Kacchan what’s wrong?” Midoriya calls out to him getting up as well, as the boy heads toward the door leading outside. Following him, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Kaminari.
The cool air chills their skin as they watch Bakugo stand ahead of them looking out into the dark forest in silence before they all see it a flash of red coming from the forest. They all follow the boy as he treks into the forest still confused about what he was going after until they heard a voice and it was not one they were familiar with. The seven of them reached a clearing standing right on the edge when what they saw shocked them all. There you stood even though they saw you inside just a few minutes ago surrounded by a circle of lit candles the ground dead beneath her. You bring your palms up towards you the red glow of your magic appearing from your hands as you draw one hand out and appearing from thin air the book you were so attached to. They all watch in wonder as it flips open a dark energy pouring out of it sending shivers down each of their spines. Your rotting fingers make gestures and runes appear around you and the candles flicker before growing brighter. Appearing on the crown of your head is a tiara glowing with magic, suddenly a pool of smoke emerges from the ground billowing up. This kind of magic you possessed what something they’d never seen before and they couldn’t help but fear. Shouldn’t U.A. be alerted that someone or something was entering the barrier they watched as the smoke starts to shape out a person and once it disappears they see a woman dressed in some sort of outfit and they all recognized the same tiara that had appeared on you was physically on the woman. Was this a hero or a villain none of them had heard of? Bakugo’s eyes widen seeing the woman’s hand reach out and the same magic he’s seen you use appears from her hands and her fingers were tainted black like her.
“You getting better with it. Slow but learning” The woman calls out and her hand reaches out the book coming to rest in her grasp they were surprised to see you not panic knowing it was in someone else's grasp. The similarities between the two of you were eerie it seemed both of you possessed the same quirk and you both knew what this book was.
“You had decades to learn all its secrets, I have days. None of us know when Shigaraki is going to attack and I need to be strong enough.” You say looking at the woman for guidance.
“Still in weeks you’ve perfected most spells that have taken me years to perfect, you’re astral projection while contacting the dead it’s not an easy feat to learn in just a few weeks.” The woman says and you look down at your feet still feeling disappointed.
“You said you would return once I got the Darkhold and I’ve been studying everything I could. I’ve grown stronger but how will I know if I’m strong enough to keep everyone safe.” You say stepping towards the woman who glances away from the Darkhold. She could easily see the corruption the book had caused on you feeding off that fear you couldn’t protect everyone, you had already failed with the death of your mother.
“It is in your grasp the most powerful object in the multiverse, men have killed for this and they will continue to for the rest of eternity. You my dear child hold my blood, my power, and my dreams. Fight to save those you care and love for.” The woman says and with a wave of her hands, the books open up and appear in globes of red each of them connecting to one another like a web. The hidden students see versions of themselves each living different lives or at different points in time, “And if you fail in this world? Start anew until you find the world that is for you. The multiverse is in our grasp to control as we see fit, in your hands you hold the cosmos. My Y/n….my Scarlet Witch.”
The mysterious woman’s words strike hard in them, if they failed you would what? Just leave and start anew with a different universe of them and what leaves them in the messed up universe of theirs. And this book this Darkhold Bakugo knew it was dangerous but he had no idea it was the kind that would have people kill each other for it.
“Now your little friends should come out of hiding…it’s rude to snoop around.” The woman says and before anyone could react a red mist covers all of them and they are pulled into the clearing bound in front of the two women.
“Hey! Let us go!” Mina says struggling in her binding of magic, the others shout similar responses even trying to use their quirks to break free but it was useless even the One For All user was unable to break free.
“Just children…these are the ones you’re so keen on protecting?” The woman says looking almost disappointed looking at the U.A. students.
“Let us go you witch or I’ll fucking blow you to bits!” The blonde spits at her trying to use his gauntlet but with a wave of her hand, it disappears. The woman smirks raising her hand and he’s forced to stand as she steps towards him. Her stained fingers grasp his chin looking deep into his eyes her eyes flashing red and he can feel a probing sensation in his head.
“Ahh….so this is Bakugo? Y/n I thought you would find someone who would be on your level and not so….” She tilts her head looking down at the angry blonde, “weak.”
“Stop it, Wanda.” Your voice calls out and the older woman looks over at the girl.
“You’re a being of infinite power, I chose you to continue my legacy. You deserve only the best if not in this universe then maybe we must continue to a new one.” Wanda says and your classmates look at the woman and you are shocked. Wanda drops Bakugo to the ground still bound as he glares at the woman but then looks over at you who is silently looking away. You weren’t really considering abandoning them all for what a better reality? Wanda twists her hands and appears from the Darkhold a view of a universe.
“You can go to one where this war never happened, your teachers and mentors never would have been hurt or killed, All For One and Shigaraki wouldn’t exist if you will it, your mother would still be alive,” They can see your eyes widen hearing the mention of your mother and your classmates pleads fell on deaf ears. Had this corruption and influence of this past life won you over?
“The multiverse is in your grasp you just need to want it.” She says and you stare at the new world, a new life in wonder. A second chance.
“Y/n,” Bakugo’s voice makes you look away from the Darkhold, “You’re a coward if you abandon this world. If you’re going to leave us in this hell to keep changing your life until you’re happy…then you’re no better than those villains.” You freeze looking at the blonde.
“Please L/n…if this book is as dangerous as she says it is no one should have that kind of power. This isn’t like you!” Midoriya tries to reason with you.
“We’re the only ones who deserve this power… she needs it to protect my future!” Wanda says and you pause listening to her words.
“Your future…” You whisper looking at her and she quickly picks up on her mistake, “You swore to never use the Darkhold again…you did this for your children..but none of it was true.” You shake your head taking a step away from the woman, “You killed innocent people for your gain through many universes just to get what you wanted and made it seem like you were good all along. You only cared about yourself from the beginning the second this book was in your grasp.”
“You’re being ridiculous Y/n..I’m doing this all for you…I’m giving you a chance to start again,” She says trying to convince you but you step further away your foot touching the edge of the circle of candles and they flicker almost going out Wanda winces, and Bakugo notices that, had this spell only work with you still inside the circle?
“No, you’re only doing it for yourself! So you get a second chance to live again,” You shout your eyes flashing red and Wanda’s glow in return challenging you, “No I reject you...I reject this! I wanted to keep my family safe but not leave the world to burn for my benefit.” Swiping your hand out the Darkhold rips from her grasp into yours.
“No one deserves this power…not even us.” “Y/N DON’T!” You say and Wanda shouts out rushing to stop you but your swipe your hands out and the ritual around you get destroyed the circle of candles breaks going out and the Scarlet Witch stumbles her body beginning to break down.
“You need me! You need it and you’ll come crawling back to it..you can’t resist its pull. It’s in your blood.” She spits out and you say nothing as she fades to smoke. The binding around your classmates breaks and they stand up now free looking at you still holding the Darkhold.
“L/n…?” Midoriya calls out and you look up at the seven of them.
“I’m sorry…” You say looking away ashamed and you hear footsteps draw near and a hand rest on your shoulder looking up and seeing Kirishima in front of you.
“It wasn’t your fault…” He says and you look at your classmates who nod in agreement. You make eye contact with Bakugo unsure of what he was feeling but the idea of leaving this world…leaving him you didn’t know what to do. Looking down at the Darkhold still in your grasp you knew what you had to do. Holding your hand out your magic surrounds your hand as runes appear on the book using its power for the last time. The Darkhold floats in front of you and you cross your hands in two different directions and the book vanishes and you can feel your powers and your body weaken having it gone.
“Where did it go?” Kaminari says and Kirishima holds your elbow seeing you grow faint for a second.
“Somewhere far outside our galaxy and that could only be returned with a spell from the Darkhold..” You say the corruption and obsessed feeling the book had on you fading but had taken a toll on you, “I’m sorry for everything…I wanted to keep everyone safe but did the opposite.”
“Like you said it’s a power no one should have, you were only thinking of the best.” Mina says the rest of them joining you, “Come on we should head back it’s already late enough.” You nod exhausted not having the power to keep you steady and strong. The Bakusquad leads you back to the forest Todoroki and Midoriya follow leaving Bakugo staring at the destroyed ritual and where the Darkhold once was.
“Kacchan?” Midoriya calls out to the blonde seeing him stray behind rejoining him.
“That book, the Darkhold…if it came from a different universe..does that mean one exists here?” Bakugo thinks out loud his voice soft. He saw firsthand what power like that could do to someone. Luckily you overcame it but what if it fell into someone else’s hands, what if Shigaraki had that power…or All For One. They wouldn’t try to fight it and would probably destroy this world and thousands of others.
“That kind of power doesn’t seem like it could be recreated…but I don’t know. Maybe it’s already protected or has been destroyed already. We can only think of the best.” Midoriya says trying to think hopefully but he had thought the same thing. The two boys left with the same thought in their heads, they could only hope that book was long destroyed or hidden somewhere so no one would ever find it.
With your rejection and removal of the Darkhold, the war you would all have to face drew closer. You had found out about another casualty, the Number One Hero of America had sacrificed herself trying to help stop Shigaraki. Her sacrifice gave us all more time to prepare as she had damaged Shigaraki enough so he wasn’t perfected yet and time for the Pros to come up with a plan. It came so unexpectedly but hit hard for you all to find out one of your classmates was a traitor. The thought you all were working to become heroes had cracked with this news, Aoyama had been the reason your class got attacked, why Bakugo and yourself got kidnapped, everything was because of him. He and his parents were arrested but your class still needed to continue on going out of the barrier to do search missions. When you had returned All Might and the detective had met with you all and the final plan was prepared. While your classmates discussed with each other about this plan you were pulled aside by All Might and the detective.
“We must ask you something Young L/n and you must be honest for the sake of this war.” All Might says and you nod a bit nervous and concerned about what he could have to ask.
“With your quirk being so unique and your family well known for your family sharing variations to your quirk, we spoke to your father about anything about your family that could be a part of your quirk to help us.” The detective says and you nod slowly, “Your quirk is a very strong one that could even rival against a lot of Pros quirks so we must ask you…” He reveals their plan that involves you.
“You want me to fight All For One…?” You say shocked, you had thought you would be involved with your classmates to fight regular villains but not the deadliest villain.
“You would be fighting alongside Hawks and Endeavor but yes we believe your quirk would be an opponent against his multitude of quirks, and your father had informed us of an object that would give us all an upper hand.” The detective says, “Your father said it was a book called The Darkhold..”
You instantly step back and they can feel the panic come off you, “That is something of power that should not be in any man’s hand. Only death follows with the user and what if it falls into All For One’s hands? That sort of power is not what we need falling into his hands.” Just the thought of it sent chills down your spine, it had been a few weeks since you rejected the Darkhold and while its darkness had left small parts of it still remained in each user, the corruption of your mind from the book had permanently stained your fingers with your sins, you had only had them look normal due to an illusion runes you had to upkeep. Your mind was also plagued with nightmares of the Darkhold falling into the wrong hands or if you had let the darkness take over.
“Besides the Darkhold could never be retrieved it’s better no one ever thinks of trying to find it.” You say and you could see the disappointment in both of them, a way they could have had leverage had disappeared, “I’m sorry but even if I had it, I swore to never let the Darkhold influence others.”
The conversation was quickly dropped and the plan of you to still fight All For One stood. It was the night before you would leave U.A. for the war to begin again. You sat in the common room on one of the couches the lights out the moonlight being your only source and the magic floating around your fingers having dropped the illusion on your appearance. Your mind still ran with thoughts on what you would do if you still had the Darkhold but you shook them away. The remnants of the corruption still deep inside you, you couldn’t deny Wanda’s words. The urge to have the book and all that power was in your blood.
“What are you doing up?” A voice called out and you jump dropping your hands and hiding them as a person emerges from the shadows, quickly taking in the spikey blonde hair and those crimson eyes.
“Bakugo…” You whisper out as he stands a few feet away, “Couldn’t fall asleep just nerves keeping me awake.” You say pushing your hair back instinctively and your eyes widen seeing his gaze focus on your hands. You quickly tuck your hands under your armpits hiding them and looking away embarrassed. It’s silent and you’re hoping he left but you felt the couch shift with a new weight.
“It’s stupid to hide your hands, no one cares about it.” He says side-eyeing you and you softly nod bringing your hands out and resting them on your knees. Silence fills the room and you glance at him as he stares forward so you see his profile. Your eyes trace over his sharp feature but at the same time some of his features were soft, his normally angry eyes were relaxed and the scowl that seemed permanently etched onto his face was a soft line. Your gaze trails from his mouth back to his eyes and you quickly look away seeing him watching you. Heat flushes your face having been caught but he doesn’t say anything about it.
“So…why are you up?” You say and he leans his head back glancing at you before looking up at the ceiling.
“Couldn’t sleep..too many things on my mind.” He says and you nod picking at your nails to distract yourself before you speak up.
“Wanna talk about them..?” You spit out and he looks over at you and you regret speaking, “If you want to! You don’t have you probably don’t want to talk to someone you barely even know.” You wave your hands in front of you.
“The Darkhold or whatever..” He says and you pause looking at him though he is still looking away, “It came from a different universe or whatever world that witch bastard came from.” You smile slightly hearing him have no fear insult your ancestor who was one of the most powerful beings.
“Yeah, I guess…my parents told me she only search for it to protect her family,” You chuckle slightly, “Guess we were all wrong and she only used it for whatever power-hungry dream she had.”
“Well, she must have settled down or something, or else you wouldn’t exist.” Bakugo brings up and you nod, memories of her in that temple castle thing. The people trying to stop her before she killed them off and took that girl’s power.
“I guess so…why do you ask?” You ask.
“If it existed in her universe…does it exist here? She said you could live in a universe that you were happy in if that included us or not…does that mean in each universe there is that kind of power.” He says and you can’t help but feel nervous. You had gotten rid of it for this reason exactly. That sort of power was never meant for men and already hearing it from All Might you couldn’t help but be nervous…did Bakugo want this power…did he want you to find it?
“I don’t know…maybe besides that sort of power shouldn’t be in the hands of anyone. It better lost somewhere than ever found.” You say looking away. He nods looking forward before he glances back at you.
“Good…like you said no one should have that sort of power…even for good.” You look at him the two of you staring at each other the moonlight highlighting the both of you. Shut up you stupid heart, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You did well hiding your feelings before you can do it now. But why was he looking at you like that, why wasn’t he yelling at you or challenging you to fight him?
“If you had that kind of power..” You start, “Would you give yourself a second chance?” It’s quiet and you almost want to take back what you said as he presses his lips together.
“No,” He says and you look at him surprised, “If we were meant to be given second chances we would have been but if not then I’ll live my life. Sure I have regrets we all do but that’s what life is.” You were surprised, the hot-headed egotistical boy was no longer there but a mature still slightly explosive man was there instead. This war had changed everyone for the good or worse but you hadn’t expected this from him.
“Besides if I need to cheat my way for my dream of becoming the Number One Hero then it’s not a real win.” He smirks and you laugh out loud at his comment, still the same boy. He watches you laugh and he couldn’t describe the tightness in his chest all of a sudden. He better not be getting sick before this fight. Calming yourself down you look back at him,
“Bakugo…” He hums in response listening in, “I’m glad to have met you in this universe.” You say and he’s quiet for a second before looking over at you the fast beating of your chest and the tightness in his own taking over the both of you.
“Yeah…you’re not too bad yourself.”
The sounds of yelling and fighting flood your ears. Your conversation with Bakugo had been more than 24 hours ago and since then you two were busy packing, saying goodbye to his parents and your father before you were sent to a secure location with your class before the fight that was to begin. The most the two of you got were short words between each other or one-sided glances. You two weren’t going to be on the same mission, you joining Endeavor and Hawks at Gunga Mountain Villa fighting All For One while Bakugo was to be with Midoriya fighting Shigaraki. During the initial attack of the heroes and villains, the two of you had the briefest glance and you both went to your respective portals. The fight was quickly fast and you felt like you couldn’t keep up but as the fight continued on word had reached that Todoroki took down Dabi.
You dodge a barrage of razors from All For One some knicking your skin but you bring your hands up a barrier of magic blocking your vital organs twisting in the air and throwing a blast of magic that hits All For One in the chest sending him flying back for a second. He steadies himself sensing you through his mask. Your magic keeps you levitating as you prepare another spell.
“Now I definitely felt that kind of magic before. It’s different from quirks more natural like your family isn’t that right Y/n?” He calls out and you shiver hearing his name on his tongue. When the two of you met during Kamino you truly thought you were going to die then. It wasn’t until your classmates rescued the two of you but that feeling never shook off you. “Your family is special, especially the woman who started your bloodline, the Scarlet Witch was it..you gave yourself that hero name after all.”
Dread covers your face hearing her name…how did he know about her?! “Scarlet focus don’t let him get to you!” Hawks calls out seeing the fear cross your face, he didn’t know much about you but with your quirk and how you were handling yourself against All For One and your family name, you definitely were a fair opponent. All For One seeing the crack form puts all his attacks into breaking you down still defending himself against Endeavor and Hawks but this U.A. had revealed a fatal opening. You’re quickly put on the defense shielding yourself from attacks or teleporting away from them to give yourself distance though it’s quickly closed.
“I never knew there was a way to travel through the universe but she had done it and that made her dangerous! Chaos Magic is what you called it?! Spontaneous creation…though I see none coming from you. It’s like no other quirk I’ve seen. She had something I wanted…that you’re family kept protected and hidden but you now have it.” All For One says sending a shockwave that sends you flying back having to regain focus to keep flying.
“So where is it!? Using your magic to hide it? Hand over the Darkhold!” He yells out and you send out a blast of magic that gets him caught in the crosshairs of both Endeavor and Hawks who send a wall of flames and Hawks goes to chip away at the mask. An rivets explode from him and you sent out runes quickly to shield the two pros but weren’t fast enough feeling it pierce your skin. The rivets dig into your arms and leg keeping you up in the air you felt one of the rivets cut into your side hissing in pain.
“If you won’t reveal yourself I’ll just make you,” You feel fire enter your body as your quirk activates without your control or will. You scream in pain feeling him push your magic to strive for the Darkhold and for a brief moment you sense it the dark energy. A tiara of chaos magic starts appearing on your head that the villain grins seeing this and the two heroes look surprised. It was in this universe…it was somewhere out there and your quirk was going to find it. Arms wrap around your waist ripping the rivets out of your body and holding you as your body shakes from that large rush of magic. All For One sends another attack at you but Hawks dodges still holding you in his arms. Using your magic to levitate yourself feeling your blood stain your costume, Endeavor arrives next to you the three of you watching the villain for his next move.
“He knows of the Darkhold and if he forces me to retrieve it this war will quickly be in his favor,” You huff out drawing runes in the air a quick spell to stop the bleeding on your wounds but not to heal as that would require more focus. While you had Chaos Magic and even with your studies with the Darkhold you had never tapped into using that magic. To warp reality was something you never tried in fear of causing harm to others, but in that moment you felt a shift. That small taste of true chaos magic and it frightened you.
“Get out of here L/n,” Endeavor says glancing at his intern and you look at him shocked, “If what you say is true and All For One can force you then you need to stay away from him.”
“But I’m needed here! What if you need a spell-” You say looking at the two older heroes.
“That’s an order!” Endeavor says, “Join the others at U.A. and assist Jeanist until Midoriya arrives!” You look at your mentor seeing the fire burning in his eyes and you look over at Hawks as he flips his swords to have them facing down.
“Go kid, we got this.” He sends a small smirk before all of you dodge a large shockwave from All For One. You quickly create a shield in front of all of you and he keeps pushing forward making you push back. Your eyes glow a bright red and you send a large blast of magic aiming at the chip in his mask seeing it crack as he’s thrown back. Hawks and Endeavor rush forward.
“GO NOW!” Endeavor yells out as All For One tries to go after you but is held back by the top two heroes. Drawing your hands out in front of you creating runes to search for Bakugo in Japan before sensing it. You catch the one last look of the villain sending an attack right at you but you twist your hands disappearing in a cloud of smoke the quirk going right through.
At the floating school, it shakes with the large attacks of Shigaraki’s mutation the heroes and students there fighting against this new upgrade.
“Keep on your toes! We have to keep moving!! Lest he swallow us up!! Continue to evade, and target his core!!” Best Jeanist yells out to them all quickly using his quirk to pull Bakugo out of the way from a mass of hands. Bakugo could feel his explosions grow stronger with each attack the sweat building in his palms and the one gauntlet he had left. He was trying to focus on this battle in front of him but he still was thinking of where the hell Deku was. He was right behind him before he entered the portal and then he was pulled off into a different one. Then there was you, he didn’t want to worry about you but when he learned you were to be fighting against All For One with Endeavor and Hawks he couldn’t help the nerves. He knew you were capable of protecting yourself and you had the top two pros with you but the tightness in his chest hadn’t faded.
“Look, I dunno if that’s Shigaraki or All For One droning on right now…” He yells exploding more hunks of flesh as the added support gear appears from his collar resting on his back, “But either way, I’m about to hurl from hearing it. Ever since Kamino! Nothing but yap, yap, yap!!” He glares at the villain ready to give it his all to go plus ultra.
“HOPE YOU’RE READY….TO BE SWISS CHEESE!!” The equipment and his own hands send out a barrage of explosions all around him doing quite a deal of damage, “GOTTA DESTROY HIS REAL BODY!! ALL OF US TOGETHER!!” While Monoma and Sensei have still their quirk quirks locked down with Erasure…while Kaminari’s team…is still keeping this arena powered up! While Yaoyorozu and them…are still replacing the ground to stand on!
“YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT SOME BIG DISPARITY? LACK OF UNDERSTANDING? DREAD? GUESS WHAT-IV’E LONG SINCE TAKEN ALL THAT CRAP TO HEART.” Bakugo yells out his body pushing past that barrier as explosion and explosion goes off against Shigaraki.
“Bakugo!” Best Jeanist yells out seeing how close he was to Shigaraki and how much damage he had done.
“AND I’VE SEEN…A REAL STEP TOWARD PROGRESS, WITH ALL THAT. IT MIGHT TAKE TIME, BUT SOME PEOPLE I KNOW ARE TRYING TO PUSH FORWARD. THANKS ANYWAY, BUT YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR SERMON…YA NUTSACK-FACED HANDYMAN!” Bakugo yells out. Since going to U.A. he had his dream, win first place at the Sports Festival, intern with the top heroes, graduate and become Number One and beat that damn Deku. But it had changed, he still wanted to become Number One but he could live to be a hero if he still had people beside him…having you by his side. When this was over he was going to tell you that you were going to work at his agency. He was fine taking the snarky comments or you kicking his ass with ease if it would allow him to see you smile when you think no one is watching. Or see how gracefully you treat your quirk that it was almost pretty. That was his dream now and he was going to fight to make it come true. Starting with his strongest attack to end this damn extra.
“HOWITZER IMPACT: CLUSTER!” “GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD…DYNAMIGHT!!”
A bright flash of light and the heat from the explosion shakes the floating school shocking everyone. But what they hadn’t expected was the arrival of someone and how quickly they had taken the attack that was meant for the blonde. All Bakugo saw was a flash of red before blood filled the air, it wasn’t until he saw their features, the h/c hair, your hero costume that was ripped in places blood staining it. You had just appeared taking a blow that was meant for him seeing your face get battered in the process.
“Now I hadn’t expected this…but you are someone I’ve been warned of..” Shigaraki says and you quickly try to raise your arm to protect the two of you when you feel the crushing sensation and a pain unlike anything fill you. Your scream fills the air alerting the many there of the new arrival, Bakugo watches in horror seeing your arm in Shigaraki’s grasp crush beyond belief and the right side of your face bleeding out. You glare at him blood and tears fill your eyes and he quickly blocks the attacks from Best Jeanist and Mirko. Bakugo is paralyzed staring at you. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to be fighting All For One, safe with Endeavor and Hawks not here. Why were you here?
“Hey….which fool suggested close combat as the way to go? Cuz getting up close and personal with me…means you’re in for an intimate taste..” Shigaraki says flinging you off to the side and hitting the ground struggling to push yourself to your knees your crushed arm limp in front of you, “Of power on par with All Might’s.” The wind pressure from Shigaraki’s swipe sends them all flying back, Bakugo flew back hitting the ground and pushing himself up sweat pooling down his face the true look of fear on his face his hands are limp at his side he could see a few feet away you struggling to hold yourself up. The smoke clears as Shigaraki stares at you trying to put runes on your arm not being able to fully with only one hand. Most spells require two hands and he completely took away half of your arsenal it was so sudden when you arrived to be attacked. Bakugo sees the villain move his gaze from the girl to himself and the look on his face showed that Shigaraki knew what had become Bakugo’s weakness. The tightness in his chest felt like he couldn’t breathe at all, the weakness in his bones the inability to keep fighting just wanting to grab you and take you far away.
“Katsuki Bakugo…too weak to protect someone you care for,” Shigaraki calls out to the blonde as his gaze flicks to you struggling to create any spells and to this abomination in front of him, “The only thing about you…that catches my interest…is how..you’re closer to Izuku Midoriya and the Scarlet Witch than anyone else.” Shigaraki’s gaze moves to you as you look at him through a blood-filled vision.
“You can stop this! Where’s the power I was warned of!” His voice echoes across the whole battlefield and even Aizawa and the others outside the barrier can hear him, “WHERE IS THE DARKHOLD! WHERE’S THE SCARLET WITCH I’M MEANT TO FEAR!” He says as you try not to pass out from the pain just glaring at him and Shigaraki smirks seeing the chaos magic creating the motif of the Scarlet Witch, the same tiara Bakugo had recognized appearing glowing on your head.
“MANDALAY! ANY UPDATE ON MIDORIYA!?” Aizawa shouts out feeling the fear run deep in his chest,
“I can’t reach him!” Mandalay shouts back and Aizawa shouts, “But you could earlier?!”
“Barrier or not, the wonky electromagnetic waves are affecting things. I’ve been getting nothing but static for a while now.” She responds and Aizawa grits his teeth.
“Bakugo! L/n!” He yells out, “JEANIST!! MIRKO!! EDGESHOT!! DAMMIT, YOU GOTTA PROTECT THOSE TWO!! ONCE THEY GRADUATE FROM U.A….THEY’RE AIMING TO BE NUMBER ONE.”
You cry out as Shigaraki kicks you down, the man finding great pleasure seeing just a few feet away the student that was so ready to bring him down reduced to a scared child watching someone they care for be beaten down.
“Izuku Midoriya was supposed to be here, right?” Shigaraki calls out his foot pressing down on your head, “So he’s bound to show up soon, hmmm? On that note, having my quirk erased right now is a blessing in disguise.”
Your non-injured hand swipes out to send a blast of magic when he throws you up into the air your magic missing him as he clutches your throat. “SHUT UP-” You could feel the air leaving your body and the pressure making you gasp for air.
“Cuz your corpse will be left intact…Yes, he’ll have a lovely present waiting when he arrives. Remember his sheer fury when I poked Bakugo full of holes last time? Then I kill Bakugo after so he can watch knowing he failed. I’ll only ask once more.” Shigaraki says as his hand mutates growths crushing your body blood spraying in the air as you fail to breathe, “Where is the Darkhold.”
Nejire and Suneater try fighting against him but Shigaraki uses you as a shield blocking off their attacks as you stay limp in his hand. His body sends a large attack continuing to mutate with growths.
“My body continues to adapt! Scurry away like insects! Nothing can bring me down!” Shigaraki cackles before you feel hands wrap around your waist and you catch Lemillions gaze before your tossed away.
“Jeanist!” A coil of cables wraps you pulling you away from the fight and he brings you down your body collapsing as he rushes over to you. Your old mentor covered in his own sweat and blood looks fearful at his old intern.
“I’m going to suture your right arm, Scarlet.” He says and you’re still trying to catch your breath trying to stay awake the pain and adrenaline keeping you awake. From the corner of your eye, Bakugo falls to his knees beside you looking down at you. Blonde coated parts of his face and his sweat was pouring off his face as were tears from his eyes.
“Wha…what are you doing here.” His voice is hoarse as Jeanist begins suturing your arm and you close your eyes in pain your hand reaching out grasping Bakugo’s and he doesn’t hesitant holding yours back.
“All…All For One..he tried to get the Darkhold..” You gasp out squeezing his hand trying to distract yourself from the pain as Jeanist apologized beside you.
“You said it wasn’t possible that you wouldn’t be able to find one if it existed.” He says shaking his head and wincing himself not used to seeing you in so much pain.
“I thought so too…but I felt it..” You say looking at the sky the barrier keeping you all in this place before you look back at Bakugo and he almost recognizes that look, “Bakugo..”
“No.” He shakes his head, “You said you wouldn’t, you barely got out of it before, and what if Shigaraki gets it.” But the look on your face shows you had already made up your mind.
“Do what!?” Jeanist says confused about what his two interns were talking about, as a hero he had heard rumors of something called a Darkhold but that was history for years before he was even born.
“She wants to get the Darkhold to stop Shigaraki.” Bakugo spits out glaring down at you but you’re already trying to push yourself up despite Jeanist and Bakugo pushing you back down.
“It’s the only way! Midoriya isn’t here and without One For All it’s the only thing that is more powerful than him.” You say getting yourself up on your knees your damaged arm partly sutured resting limply at your side while your other hand starts to glow with your magic though it's changed not the bright red from before but darker with hints of black. You look over at Bakugo who looks conflicted, “Please you have to trust me.” You say and just look at you before the three of you hear a loud explosion and you look forward to seeing Shigaraki stalking towards you. Jeanist stands up coils of cables ready to fight and protect you two.
“Bakugo protect L/n…find it! I’ll try to give you as much time as I can!” Best Jeanist looks back at the two of you before glaring at Shigaraki, “Do you worst, you foul abomination!!”
Your hand shakes slightly as you draw runes as fast you can with one hand in front of you, it glows this new shade as the crown of the Scarlet Witch appear on your head as you reach out into the world searching for it. You can feel your body crying out to stop but you push past. Flashes of memories of your life fill your head, your testing, your father and mother’s warm embrace, your old home, your life at U.A, your training, the festivals, the internships, the battles you fought to make you stronger. You stop seeing a memory of Bakugo the night before you left U.A. the moonlight highlighting his features as the two of you spent your last night together.
“Bakugo…I’m glad to have met you in this universe.” You call out to him and he’s quiet before looking over at you.
“Yeah…you’re not too bad yourself.”
Then you sense it...that energy and you reach out for it. Appearing in front of you the dark energy as the two of you watch the book you were familiar with materialize before you. It floats in front of the two of you flipping open the runes of its magic appearing before the two of you. You pause almost hesitant to take it, the dark energy had your hand twitch to grab it the past memories…the corruption reminding you why you had rejected it. You look over at Bakugo not expecting him to be looking at you the two of you are silent before you just act. You reach over grabbing his collar your lips connecting with his, you feel him freeze and you go to pull away but his hand grabs the back of your head keeping you against him. Electricity rushes through your veins your heart bursting while the tightness in his heart fades. You both pull away taking in every detail of his face while he memorizes yours confused why a tear had spilled from your eye. He quickly wipes it away holding your face feeling grounded for once. Feeling like he could win any fight as long as you were by his side.
“Katsuki…I’m glad to know you in this universe…” You whisper trying not to break down, he nods tightening his grip on you. His heart fluttered hearing his name on your tongue he wanted you to repeat it forever.
“You…you are my dream y/n..” He says holding your face and a single tear slides down his face before he looks past you towards the Darkhold and where everyone was fighting Shigaraki. You glance at the book knowing what you had to do and reached your hand out and take it.
Suneater, Nejire, and Lemillion’s attack had been futile each of them gaining their own injuries.
“Think about it! Remember All Might in his prime? Would something so pathetic…have killed him?” Shigaraki shouts out, “C’mon! Use your heads!” A large explosion came from behind him a bright light blinding them all. Shigaraki looks over confused and appears from the light a girl her costume changed from a simple hero costume to someone of power, an outfit the blonde had seen before. Her arms were held out beside her as she stepped forward the skirt swaying behind her slow steps the crown now physically resting on her head. The blood and injuries still covered her but she was still using her magic with her injured arm. Hovering beside her was a book of unimaginable power that his master had been searching for. This was he was told to fear a being that had the power of spontaneous creation without the need to think or incantation. A power not from this universe, unlike anything they have ever seen. Either to rule the cosmos or destroy them altogether.
“You…” Shigaraki breathes out feeling his eyes twitch in anger, you were up and still fighting and were now truly an opponent. You twist your hands your finger stained with the corruption further up your hand not just the tips of your fingers but the whole digit. The Darkhold disappears before you vanish before him and Shigaraki’s face is hit with the strongest blast of magic ripping his flesh open. You’re right beside the villain who swipes his hand out to strike you but the attack goes straight through your body before you disappear again appearing behind him surprising them all. None of them even Bakugo who had seen the power of the Darkhold saw you like this. This wasn’t just the Darkhold’s power but an awakening in you, this was chaos magic, reality-warping in front of him.
Shigaraki hadn’t felt fear during this fight but suddenly like a memory where you stood was another woman a being of even more substantial power that he’s never seen before. Why was he suddenly panicking?! And he had instantly sent out the largest attack straight at you. You felt fire running through your veins as you felt your body go through overdrive, the chaos magic and the dark magic fueling your body. You felt powerful like a constant high you couldn’t get rid of. It felt addicting and you wanted more and you had completely accepted the chaos of your power and the Darkhold the corruption fueling your body. You bring your hands together ready to give an attack to end this all, to be the most powerful, to be the one to end all wars with your power. If they wanted a fight you would crush them between your hands.
“You…you are my dream.”
Bakugo’s voice fills your head clearing your head for just a moment. The darkness that had taken over your heart cracking..the corruption you had accepted so easily for its power. You thought you were doing this to protect your family for the ones you loved but you felt like a sham. You wanted the power and you felt foolish. With that split second of doubt and the Darkhold’s hold leaving you Shigaraki had struck and you could feel it be too late to counter.
The heroes before you had thought they had a chance…that this battle could be won without One For All before Bakugo saw it. The slight change in your face as you were going to finish Shigaraki, the corruption he had feared had taken over when you had accepted the Darkhold but in that moment whatever it was had made you hesitate and he saw Shigaraki get the upper hand. A cluster of explosions sent him flying over to Shigaraki and you and the others quickly joined in to stop the villain. He felt everything shatter before him when Shigaraki made contact with your chest as he sent one of his strongest explosions right at Shigaraki’s face. You were sent flying across the field bouncing against the ground twice he felt nauseous seeing the large amounts of blood in the air. He saw his old mentor barely catch as Shigaraki pushed them all away he skid against the ground instantly standing up and looking over at where you were with Jeanist.
“We came prepared for today…with a perfect demon lord body, ideal for the final boss,” Shigaraki calls out through the clearing smoke as he stumbles his way over to Jeanist who is frozen standing above you. His heart continues to grow cold seeing the large trails of blood that he knew was yours, “Understand yet? What’s coming now…is our story. The villains’ tale.”
He felt like dying right then and there his legs crumbled under him as he fell before you to his knees as Jeanist was hovering over you tears pouring down his face before he spoke those words.
“Her heart…” He could hear the screams of anger and sadness but he couldn’t say anything but stare at you. You were staring at the sky the right side of your face scarred and bleeding but you still looked beautiful, but what killed him was the large hole in your chest and the blood quickly pooling around it.
“No…no…no you can’t do this.” The words spill from the boy's lips as his hands shake before he lightly cups your face flinching at how cold it was, “Please don’t do this to me.” He doesn’t care if the blood is staining his hands or his hero costume he brings you to his lap holding you in his arms begging you to wake up and his mentor feels weak watching this.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, we were gonna win…we still have to graduate, and you have to beat me in fights or give those snarky comments, I wanted an agency with you..” Tears pour from his face as he prays to any higher being to have this be a dream and give someone the power to bring you back, “I wanted a life with you..” His voice cracks as his tears clean the blood from your face. The sob that breaks through his throat as he brings close cradling you as he rocks back and forth unable to stop the sobs and screams of pain leave his throat. He keeps whispering under his breath hoping you would wake up to look at him again, to smile at him again, to hold him, to love him...
“You were supposed to be my dream.”
Six Years Later
Katsuki had woken up as he had for the past six years since the war, plagued with nightmares. There had been moments when he didn’t dream that he was grateful but it was rare. He slowly got ready following his routine, shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and leave for work, he would get a coffee and something while going. It didn’t seem like six years had passed since that day, the war that caused many lives lost and the one he cared for and loved. He had lost you. He could still remember it clearly in his mind before he had no choice but to let you go and join Deku in fighting Shigaraki. His anger and sadness fueled him until they had defeated him having no choice but to kill him. The blood on both of their hands but for the safety of Japan it was something that didn’t weigh him down. All For One had rewind himself out of existence but had down his damage. None of the League had survived that battle all dying in different ways but he didn’t feel any guilt he was glad all of them were rotting six feet into the ground. They took everything from him so they deserved more than just death.
The class had changed when everything was over, they were only children during this war and to see so much death and pain was a lot for many. He wasn’t surprised that many of his classmates did not continue a career in heroism the weight of that war too much. Some did stay and they continued and graduated and like he had said he got his Agency…though he didn’t become the Number One going to the One For All user he hadn’t cared. The number had meant nothing to him knowing he was to go through this life alone.
Work was work, planning patrols with his sidekicks, scheduling meetings for press interviews for morale or public appearances, to working on some long-term missions. While the war had taken the high-ranking villains out rebellion was always going to be there. Following the battle an object had been mentioned having been mentioned by both villains at U.A. and Gunga Mountain. The Darkhold’s history had been revealed and the world had searches sent out to find the book and have it retrieved. Many heroes in Japan mainly from U.A. had rejected the idea of trying to find it. That power was never meant for man and where it had disappeared to was better off missing. He sat at his desk working through some reports when there was a fast pace knocking which quickly annoyed him.
“What?” He called out and the door opened revealing his assistant, “What is it?”
His assistant look like she was going to hurl with the information she had but she quickly spit it out.
“Central Hospital needs you to come immediately…she’s awake.”
Katsuki had never dropped his things so fast blasting his way over to the hospital many things running through his mind. It had been a long and tiring six years alone just waiting for any news whether it would be good or bad. Your organs had been completely pulverized by Shigaraki’s attack killing you instantly. Edgeshot had sacrificed his life using his quirk and body to stabilize your internal bleeding and replace organs and in that moment when they had finished off Shigaraki he heard his old mentor’s voice across the battlefield.
“SHE HAS A HEARTBEAT!”
You had been rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery to stop the other injuries and get rid of the rest of the internal bleeding. Your surgery had been for a total of 13 hours, and your body and genetics had been something many doctors have never seen given the fact that your quirk had come from someone not of their universe. Your genetic material was vastly different to the average human which made modern medicine difficult to use as it either had no effect or the body was rejecting it. Following the surgery when they had finally gotten you stable enough they had to put you in a medically induced coma to allow your body to heal. Your body had completely died to the point where it didn’t seem possible to have brain function but you show active vitals during your surgery and the medically induced coma. They had thought after a few weeks your body would show signs of improvement they had even brought in Recovery Girl and other strong healers but nothing had worked. Katsuki had felt his world died again hearing the news they weren’t sure when you were to wake up. The medically induced coma had become a full coma and when weeks turned to months and then years you had been completely unaware of time passing around you. Your body had seemed to regress where signs of brain activity had been minimal.
Your father had been distraught that his only child had been given a fate worse than death, the doctors had tried reassuring him there was always a chance you could wake up. With that small faith, he dedicated his life to keeping you in the best care, selling stocks, and properties outside of Japan, any retirement funds had been put into your care and when he had graduated and had started receiving money from the Hero Commission he had started paying for the medical bills. Your father tried refusing but the man had been adamant on paying for them.
The hospital staff didn’t even bother checking him in, for the past six years he had been here that he knew your doctors, knew the rotation of nurses that worked on you. His footsteps were heavy and fast and when he reached the door that had your name written on it he paused. His heart had been a heavy weight on his chest, his hand trembled as it reached for the doorknob his grip heavy he thought he was going to rip it off the door. Katsuki took a shaky inhale opening the door stepping into the room. He felt the coldness leave him in that instant, the tightness in his chest release letting him take in a deep breath of air for once, the constant frown on his face soften looking forward. It was just your presence had breathed life back into him. There you were sat up in your bed you were still covered in wires checking your brain activity, others pumping drugs into your body but you were awake your eyes open listening to the doctor your father was right beside you. Those six years of waiting had aged him, hair greying, his skin losing its youth. Katsuki couldn’t blame him he had lost his wife during Jaku and had almost lost his daughter in the final one, the stress and fear that he must have felt should have drowned any normal man. His hand clutches your own as you nod slowly listening to the doctor now even noticing he was in the room. Your father makes eye contact with Katsuki clearing his throat and stopping the doctor who notices the blonde and you were the last one. The air felt trapped in his throat but at the same time, all his nerves and fears had left him when you turned to look at him. The widening of your eyes and the quickly growing smile as you took in the boy who was now a man, the man you had cared for and fallen for.
“Katsuki..”
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PROPOSALS & REJECTIONS
FEATURING Mark Sloan x reader
SUMMARY Mark won’t get off your ass about a date, but you refuse to stoop so low until your best friends Derek and Addison change your mind
CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of injuries, pain, mentions of infertility, mark being gross, and maybe language
AUTHORS NOTE I’ve been in a Grey’s anatomy mood, and tumblr is LACKING in my husband Sloan fics so I made whatever this is. As always, let me know if you want a second part.
“Go away Mark,” you sigh, grabbing the stack of charts you were updating at the nurses station before he showed up.
“C’mon! I haven’t even said anything yet!” He argues, a hint of offense in his tone as he follows after you down the hall.
“You don’t have to say anything, you’re Mark,” you grumble before turning a sharp corner, leaving him standing in the hallway as you enter your patients room.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Derek chuckles as he walks past and Mark let’s out a huff, following after him to their patient.
“Man, that fish is hard to hook.” Mark sighs, shaking his head.
“Well, maybe that “fish” would be easier to catch if you stopped calling her a fish,” Derek laughs as they continue down to the pre-op section of the hospital. Mark thinks about saying something sarcastic in response about his and Meredith’s rocky relationship, but decides against it because it’s Derek, so instead he sulks the rest of the day.
“God, I swear Sloan doesn’t know when to quit!” You complain as you aggressively roll a hip back into place, causing your patient to let out a howl in pain.
“He’s definitely persistent, I will give him that,” Addison sighs, holding the patient down while he continues to writhe in pain.
“Enough of Mark, what brings you down to my trauma bay today?” I ask, grabbing the man’s chart and writing ‘hip reduction and 10mg of propofol’ on the sheet before setting it back down and administering the drugs into his IV.
“I was hoping for some advice,” Addison starts, fiddling with her hands while I continue to move around the trauma room.
“Hold that thought, Addie,” I apologize, “Nurse, could you page Dr. Stevens and Dr. Shepard for me?” I wait to signal for Addison to start talking again until the nurse nods her head and leaves the room. “Okay, now we’ve removed the nurse's gossip, and…” I trail off as I look over at Mr. Howard, my car trauma patient, to find him knocked out and with stable vitals, for now, “a stable patient. Hit me!”
“Do you remember when I left for LA a few days ago?” She asks, looking off.
“Well, yeah, you only got back like two days ago,” I chuckle, raising a brow at her, she rolls her eyes in response to my comment.
“Anyways,” she continues, pointedly, “When I went, I was going to see Naomi, you remember her?”
“Yeah, from college right? She was with you guys in New York too, the fertility specialist?”
“That’s her..” she trails off, a single, small tear trailing down her cheek.
“Oh, Addie,” I sigh, pulling her much taller frame into my smaller one and cradling her in my arms.
“My whole life I’ve waited for kids, but now that I’m ready to actually have them, I have barely any eggs and my FSH is too low,” she sobs, her tears wetting the top of my dark navy scrubs.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” I coo, holding her tight. “You are Addison freaking Montgomery, do you hear me?” I ask, pulling her back to look her in the eye. “You’ve been through an affair on both sides of your marriage and you still fought for your happily ever after, you’ve been through a divorce and have lived to see the other side, and now you will make it through this.” I wish I could force her to see her own strength because I’ve known Addison since college and she has always been a fighter. Unlike her and Naomi, I didn’t follow along to New York, instead, I went to Massachusetts General in Boston and stayed in touch with Addie and Derek, even occasionally joining them down in New York for a vacation weekend. I was the best trauma surgeon in the country until I got an emergency call from Addison begging me to join her in Seattle, and ever since I flew down there, I fell in love with the city and its weather. Richard was also greatly persuasive in his offer to me in joining his hospital, along with everything my best friend was going through, I couldn’t say no, so I stayed in Seattle and have become the best trauma teacher the country has ever seen. I can’t say I don’t miss Boston though, there were definitely a lot less dramatics down there, but Seattle is where my family is, and I can’t leave them now, not even if Mark Sloan is making my life a living hell.
“Thank you,” Addison sniffles once she’s calm enough to speak, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands.
“Hey, shut up with that crap, you know I am always here for you,” I say sincerely, smiling warmly up at her. “But if you really wanted to help me out, you would get Mark off my back.” I half jokingly say in hopes of lightening Addison’s soured mood, and it seems to work a little bit, pulling a laugh out of her that makes me feel relieved. Our mutual happiness doesn’t last long though, because soon after Derek comes waltzing into the room with Stevens and her interns in tow. I nod at Addison and she smiles gratefully as she exits the room, passing by Derek without a word.
“Dr. Shepard, I need a neuro consult, right pupil looks to be blown, I’m assuming a stroke or increased intracranial pressure of some kind, but you might want a resident to order a head CT.” I inform while a nurse delivers the chart to his hand. Derek looks it over and I turn my attention to the resident I had to page to the trauma bay. “As for you Dr. Stevens, could you please give me a valid reason why I had to page you, my assigned resident for the day, to my trauma bay?” Stevens doesn’t say anything, but has the brains to at least look guilty. I narrow my eyes at the blonde, waiting patiently for a response while Derek performs a few tests on the incapacitated patient.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I was just-I had a-” She stutters and I immediately become more suspicious because Stevens doesn’t stutter on a regular basis.
“Well, if my specialty doesn’t seem too important to you, then please feel free to do scut with your interns until you find a good enough answer for me.” I scoff, sending her out of the room with her terrified interns following close behind.
“Wow, I can see why they call you Satan,” Derek chuckles, shaking his head, while placing his handheld flashlight back into his coat pocket.
“I’m flattered,” I joke, leaning against the counter. “So, how is Christina?” I ask, crossing my arms against my chest.
“I wouldn’t know,” he answers while checking out Howard’s spine for any other injuries, “Meredith and I aren’t really on speaking terms yet.”
“Oh, you mean since she unofficially broke up with you in front of Christina and Preston’s entire wedding party?” I ask knowingly.
“Yes, since then,” he grumbles, stepping away from the patient to look at me. “You are right about the CT, I would definitely like to get some films, but these burns on his neck look pretty bad, I would recommend a plastics consult too.” The bastard has the audacity to grin and I send a sharp glare at him in response. “In fact, I think I will ask a nurse to page Dr. Sloan along with my resident.” I literally feel myself cringe at the sound of his name, well played Shepard.
“I think it will be smart to make myself scarce then,” I smile in response, gathering my things and leaving the room with Derek following behind me.
“He’s not all that bad you know,” Derek tries, pulling a laugh from deep in my chest.
“You’re joking, right? You mean he’s not bad other than the fact that he is a literal man-whore who your ex-wife cheated on you with before she was your ex-wife?”
“He got what was coming to him the same as Addison, and I hold no more ill will against him.” Derek shrugs, “He was my best friend once upon a time you know, it’s hard to just let that all go.”
“I know,” I sigh, “but I just don’t know if I can really trust him to stay.. Loyal.” I hesitantly reply. “It’s not that he’s not hot, because I mean-”
“Yeah! Yeah, no! Ew. Stop.” Derek cringes.
“What? He is!” I laugh, handing Howard’s chart to a nurse available at the station we’ve happened to stop at.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy hearing about it,” he says as he jokingly shivers in disgust. “Seriously, though. If you want to test his loyalty, give him hoops, make him jump through them, and if he is really invested then he will.”
“Thanks Derek.” I smile.
“Don’t mention it.” He grins, asking the nurses to page Karev and Sloan before winking at me and walking off.
I am still caught up updating charts when Sloan and Karev make it down to the nurses station, when I look up I see Alex waiting for instructions and Mark checking me out. “Karev, your patient is in trauma room three, get him up to CT asap so I can free up the room,” I order, handing him Howard’s chart from the stack I am currently trying to get through before the end of my shift.
“You paged?” Mark asks, a seductive hint to his tone that signals he is about to make an overly sexual comment. “Is it because you missed me? Or maybe you finally have an answer for me about that drink,” he winks, leaning against the counter on one muscular arm, his strong body facing me directly while I ignore him, finishing the current chart at the top of the stack. “C’mon, honey, you can’t avoid me forever,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at me while I let out a sigh.
“I only wish I could, Mark.”
“But you can’t,” his smile widens at my defeated tone. “So what do you say? Drink on me after shift?”
“I say no.” I answer once again.
“Why not?” he asks, but he already knows my answer because it hasn’t changed.
“Because I said so.” I grumble in response, closing Mrs. Hopkins chart and placing it in the growing pile of finished patient charts before opening the next one, belonging to Mr. Luiz.
“That’s not good enough for me,” Mark responds, and it feels like we’ve had this conversation before, because we have.
“Well it is for me.” I huff, pressing my pen harder into the page as I grow more and more irritated.
“Just give me a chance here, I promise it will be worth your while,” Mark continues, trying once again to persuade me.
“No it won’t.”
“Yes it will.”
“It won’t.”
“It will.”
“Won’t.”
“Will.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Oh my god!” I shout, gaining the attention of every patient, nurse, and doctor in the ER. I huff at my outburst, grabbing Mark by his strong arm, I pull him with me to the closest on-call room.
“Alright,” he smirks, grabbing at his shirt after I close the door behind us.
“Keep your shirt on, Mark. This isn’t a yes, it’s a condition.” I offer, running my hands down my face in irritation at my resolve.
“What is it?” he asks, seemingly excited to have finally gotten somewhere. Mark has been trying to get into my pants since I first met him when I flew down to see Addison in New York for the first time, and it was just as old back then as it is now, the only difference is I have less patience now than I did back then, and Mark has only gotten more annoying throughout the years.
“No sex with other women, no flirting with me or anyone, no goo-goo eyes, or date proposals for sixty days.”
“Okay, what do I win if I make it?” he wonders, practically bouncing in his spot expecting my response.
“If you make it, then I will go on a date with you,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Sixty days of peace, then I am yours for one night.”
“One night until I blow your socks off with my impressive penis and charming personality.” He smirks, leaning on the wall and getting in my space.
“I’ve seen both already and neither are impressive enough to “blow my socks off” or whatever you’re planning on trying to do,” I respond flatly, ignoring the spark of attraction that moves through me like an electrical wire when he moves closer.
“Ouch. You wound me.” He jokes, mock holding his chest.
“Good. So, do we have a deal?” I ask, impatient.
“Yes,” he grins, holding his hand out and I reluctantly take it in my own, giving it a strong shake that sends heat straight to places I don’t want heat to be around this man. I can’t say that I am not excited to enjoy my two months of peace, but I know he won’t make and that will hopefully be enough time for him to realize that he doesn’t want to be with me, he just likes the idea of being with someone, anyone since he lost Addison.
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Melatonin
Louie can't sleep after an adventure gone wrong, his mother's words echoing in his head like the worst worst record, and so he seeks solace with his dear old Uncle Donald.
Ao3 Link
Louie was tired, which wasn’t surprising for 2:17 in the morning. It had also been a long, long day of adventuring and he had been grateful when he finally was able to throw himself on his bunk bed.
Unfortunately though, Louie couldn’t sleep.
His back and legs ached something fierce from all of the above-average amounts of running and walking and climbing he had to do, and there was this weight on his chest that caused his heart to pound, keeping his eyes and mind on alert.
Insomnia was nothing new for the youngest duck brother, of course, but that didn’t make it any less annoying (especially with Dewey’s tendency to snore). He’d normally just go on his phone and scroll through social media until his eyes decided to close, but it didn’t feel right tonight. No, his feed was too full of Webby and Dewey’s photos of their adventure. Photos of Scrooge, Huey, and Della were on every post, with Louie having to swipe through to find any with him in them.
That wasn’t their fault though, Louie really hadn’t been in the mood today for hiking mountains and fighting bears and bear-like monsters to find some mystic honey stirrer. The photos of him were blurry and embarrassing, unlike the usual where he’d at least pose with the treasure or he and Webby had some kind of fun side quest.
A chill ran through Louie that made him sit up and sigh, rubbing the bandages around one of his hands as he tried to think of what to do.
He could go to the kitchen and if Duckworth wasn’t too busy ghost-sleeping, he could make him some tea..? No, no, Louie hated tea more than Scrooge hated to waste it. Something else then… like watching YouTube? No, his feed was overrun with videos about Doofus Drake and Scrooge McDuck sightings and hustler videos that Louie really didn’t have an interest in (at least… not right now). He could try counting sheep, but– but there was something else on his mind playing on repeat instead.
“C’mon Louie, it’s just one more mile, don’t get lazy on me now.” His mother smiled at him, hands on her hips and a bouncy energy that just made him even more tired by the second.
“Yeah, Louie! C’mon, it’ll be totally cool to see the top of the mountain,” Huey encouraged too.
“If I don’t die before then,” Louie panted, leaning back against a tree.
Della tsked and rolled her eyes. “You sound just like your uncle, you know that?”
Louie perked up at that, but before he could say anything, Dewey punched him in the arm as he and Webby sped by.
“See ya later, slowpokes!” he called out mockingly as Webby made a face.
“Hey! We’re supposed to be on the lookout for bears, you two!” Della laughed and hurried to go join them.
“Hey–! Wait for us!” Huey shouted and started scurrying off too, and Louie had no choice but to follow.
…Louie didn’t know why his mind was focusing on it– it wasn’t a big deal, really. They all made it eventually, even if Louie missed the “big reveal” and family photo op. They had hundreds of those, Louie being gone from one or two or however many at this point wasn’t a big deal. He was the lazy one, after all. Consequences, simple as that.
“If you want to be part of this family, you got to–”
Louie shot up and out of bed, startled by his own memory as the pounding in his chest only increased.
“It’s just a stupid memory, Louie. Just shut up and go back to sleep,” he muttered to himself before checking if he’d awoken his brothers. Thankfully, the answer was no, so Louie was left to… well, as much as he wanted to, he was in no condition to go back to bed. He was still stuck in “fight or flight” mode, so he needed to walk around– maybe to find some melatonin.
As good as that sounded though, he knew the numerous bathrooms barely even had toilet paper, much less medications due to how stingy Scrooge was. If there was melatonin to be found, it probably expired in 1986 and probably had a nightmare shadow creature trapped inside for extra measure.
Then again, Uncle Donald always kept his melatonin and other vitamins stocked, so maybe Louie could just go to the houseboat to check? Hopefully he could do so without waking his uncle, but if he caught him, it wasn’t like he’d get in trouble.
Louie bit his cheek, finding his phone and unplugging it to check the time, annoyed but not surprised it had only been two minutes. With a sigh, Louie put his phone in his pajama pocket, and quietly crept out of his room into the halls of the manor.
Nights like these always made the mansion feel haunted– more than by Duckworth, anyways. His uncle was crazy old and so was his choice in curtains and decoration. While Duckworth and Beakley kept dust away, the moonlight had this uncanny way of pointing out every crack and crevice that was previously unknown. Plus, the quiet made the creaking wood and pipes a lot more noticeable, and with Louie, being in the state that he was, picked up the pace to avoid it as much as possible.
Thankfully, the courtyard wasn’t too hard to get to and soon, Louie was back sneaking his way on the houseboat like it was nothing.
While it took a second to get used to, the familiar sway and creaking of the houseboat was comforting for the young duck, and he couldn’t help but smile as he made his way to the bathroom’s medicine cabinet for raiding.
In there, he found a half empty bottle of aspirin, a thing of tums, an empty paper cup, some mouthwash, but no sign of any melatonin.
“Well… frick,” Louie muttered to himself, closing the mirror and nearly jumping out of his skin when he heard footsteps just outside.
“Hello?” called out the tired and scratchy voice of Louie’s uncle.
Busted.
“Sorry, Uncle Dee, I was just looking for some melatonin to nab.” Louie’s face was red as he flicked the light off and stepped out to the small hallway.
His uncle smiled pitifully at him. “Can’t sleep?”
Louie shook his head.
“I keep that in my room now since you three moved out.” Donald chuckled. “I can grab it for you, and I can make some tea too, if you’d like.”
Louie bit his cheek. It was getting late, but as much as Louie wanted to just take the melatonin and hope his feelings would just drown out, he couldn’t deny having a cup of sleepytime tea with his uncle would help.
“Yeah, sure, why not?” Louie gave a crooked little smile, which made his uncle chuckle again and ruffle his hair before going to the kitchen. Louie followed, sliding into the circular booth and watching as his uncle pulled out the dented old kettle and filled it with water.
“Have you gotten any sleep at all?” his uncle asked, watching it fill.
Louie shook his head. “No, not really… I’m more surprised you’re awake though, I really thought it would be an easy in-and-out.”
“You’d be surprised how raising triplets and being ex-navy can affect how light you sleep.” His uncle winked and turned the water off.
Louie snorted. “I think Mom could sleep through a bombing.”
“Yeah, that’s Della all right.” Donald’s voice wavered a bit, though he quickly turned to muttering in frustration as it took a second before his stove would light. It eventually did, and once that was all settled he sighed and leaned against the counter. “So what’s keeping you up this time, Lou?”
“Oh, you know… adventure stuff, I guess,” Louie danced around the details, picking at the bandage on his hand.
His uncle’s eyes landed on it, and based on his reaction, it seemed he hadn’t noticed his injury at dinner. “Are you okay? What happened? Did Huey or Webby do the bandaging? Or was it Dewey? Not that he does a bad job, he just always forgets the Neosporin–”
“It’s fine, it’s fine, Uncle Dee– really,” Louie forced a smile. “It’s just a minor scrape, I promise.”
“You know, I’ve always told Scrooge you boys need better gloves and gear just so situations like this don’t happen.” Donald shook his head and left the kitchen, muttering under his breath the whole time.
Welp. Better than a scolding to stay safer, Louie thought to himself as he closed his eyes for a second.
When he opened them again, his uncle was back with a first aid kit and a bottle of melatonin.
“Here, let me look at it,” Donald asked, taking a seat next to Louie.
“It’s fine, Uncle Donald,” Louie tried to assure him, but his uncle didn’t relent, taking his hand and quickly unwrapping the bandage.
His uncle frowned, inspecting it. “This doesn’t look like a regular scrape. What happened?”
“It was just a sharp rock, I swear.” Louie looked away to try and mask the lie.
Donald didn’t seem to believe it, but focused his efforts more on adding some neosporin to his cut before finding a suitable gauze pad, bringing Louie momentarily relief.
“Who wrapped this the first time? And how long was it between hurting yourself and getting bandaged?” Donald interrogated.
“Dewey when we got back to the plane, I guess– it’s really not a big deal, Uncle Donald, I’m fine,” Louie tried to push, but he could see Donald’s eye twitch.
“No one had a first aid kit? Not even Huey?” Donald asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“He ran out using it on Webby and Dewey and Launchpad.” Louie shrugged. “Seemed only fair to let them have it this time anyways, since I’m usually the one taking all the supplies.”
Donald frowned, now taking the roller bandage and wrapping his wrist twice before going diagonally to the outside of his pinky. “I don’t like you thinking like that; your safety and health matters just as much as anyone else’s– even if you’ve got worse luck and tire out quicker.”
“Sure,” Louie sighed, looking at the kettle and seeing the steam starting to escape, a squeal imminent.
“I’m serious, Louie. I don’t want you talking like that. You deserve as much love and care as anyone else.” His uncle looked at him seriously, but the ten-year-old avoided eye contact.
Donald frowned, finishing the bandaging just as the kettle began to squeal and put a brief pause to go deal with that.
“If you want a place in this family–”
Stop. Just stop, Louie hissed in his mind. He hated that stupid video and that stupid memory. It was so long ago, there really wasn’t a point for it to be on repeat like it was. Yeah, his mom joked that if he hadn’t been so clumsy on the last adventure then Huey wouldn’t have ran out of bandages, but like… that was different. Louie was fine. It was fine. It was cool.
“So are you going to actually tell me how you hurt yourself, or are you going to keep me guessing all night?” Donald sighed, pouring the hot water into two mugs.
“It was a sharp rock, I promise.” Louie bit his cheek.
“Right.” His uncle’s shoulders sagged, before he shook his head and set the kettle down. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Adventures are hard sometimes, I get it– plus, I know I can be a little protective–”
Louie laughed.
Donald rolled his eyes. “Okay, maybe more than a little protective, but you know… someone’s gotta.”
Louie’s smile faded and his eyes went back to his hands.
His uncle hummed in amusement as he got the tea bags and began brewing before returning with mugs in hand to the booth. “I’m sorry today was rough. I wish I could’ve been there.”
Louie waved his hand. “You would’ve gotten hurt a lot more than me.”
“Yeah, but at least Della knows to carry three extra kits whenever I’m around,” Donald laughed, and a lump formed in Louie’s throat.
“Right, yeah.” Louie tried to ignore it, tapping his fingers on the glass as he urged the tea to brew faster.
When it was done, he could feel his uncle's eyes on him as he took a sip of tea, searching and scanning like they had many times before. It was how he eventually learned to detect Louie's schemes, and it never failed to make Louie feel small.
To his surprise though, instead of saying anything, Donald wrapped an arm around Louie and pulled him to his side, kissing his head and hugging him tight. It made the lump tighten and tears threaten to form, the pressure building so tight Louie might just burst.
“I love you, Louie. You know that?” his uncle whispered.
Louie could only nod.
“I love you very, very much, Lou. I care about your health and safety, and I want you to be happy more than anything else in the whole wide world, do you understand?” Donald continued.
Louie nodded again, his lower lip beginning to tremble.
His uncle hugged him tighter. “Louie, I want you to tell me what’s hurting you. You don’t have to give details– but know that nothing is too much for me, okay? I want to help you… please…”
The ‘please’ shattered Louie’s resolve. He opened his mouth to speak maybe three times, before he eventually croaked it out:
“Why… doesn’t mom… like me..?”
Donald let out a quiet gasp, filling Louie with instant regret that broke him down into a sobbing mess in an instant.
“Oh, Louie.” His uncle pulled Louie onto his lap now, hugging him tight as he rocked back and forth while the ten-year-old just buried his face in his chest.
“S-sh-she– It-it’s like– She likes H-Huey, a-and Dewey, a-and even Webby– b-but– b-but–”
“I’m so sorry, honey.” Donald hugged him a little tighter, and Louie could tell he was crying too.
“I-I keep screwing u-up– a-and it’s like– i-it’s like she ca-can’t even tell a-and she just– she hates me, Unca’ Donald, she hates me,” Louie wept.
“Della doesn’t hate you, Louie, she just doesn’t understand, I promise,” Donald tried to assure, but Louie just shook his head.
“Sh-she keeps– she keeps calling me lazy a-and she makes fun of me wh-when I fail a-and even get hurt– it hurts so much, Unca’ Donald, it hurts so much,” Louie confessed, a wave of sorrow crashing down with the realization.
“I’m so sorry, Lou…” his uncle’s voice cracked. “I wish she didn’t. I really, really wish she didn’t– but old habits die hard, I’m so sorry.”
It took Louie a moment to process what his uncle said, and when he did, he sat up a bit. “Y-you mean she does that to you too?”
Donald nodded with a sad smile. “Everyone does, but Del and Scrooge especially. I used to joke that’s the only reason they kept me around.”
Louie’s heart managed to break a second time and he practically leapt to hug his uncle. “M’so sorry, I-I never meant to– I just– I’m so sorry, Uncle Donald.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Lou. I’ve learned to accept it.” Donald rubbed his back.
“But you shouldn’t have to! I-it sucks– I hate being just a joke to them, a-and you’re so much more than that too!” Louie broke the embrace again.
“Louie, you aren’t a joke to them, I promise. You have that wonderful mind of yours that’s always so good at planning and scheming and escaping and they value that tremendously.” Donald put his hands on Louie’s shoulders.
Louie looked at the ground. “Even mom..?”
Donald gave a long sigh. “Your mom is… new to this. She doesn’t understand how you work yet and assumes you won’t take it personally, like how I would act– but that doesn’t make it right. She loves you, but she just doesn’t know how to, and I’m sorry that hurts you…”
Louie looked away, his mom’s words echoing again in his mind.
“If you want to be a part of this family, you gotta stop.”
“She… she said if I wanted to be a part of this family, I had to stop scheming– had to stop the one thing I’m good at,” Louie whispered.
He could see his uncle’s shoulders tense. “When did she say that..?”
“When you were gone after the ‘timephoon incident’.” Louie sniffled, wiping away hot tears as he stared at his mug.
Donald gave another long, heavy sigh. “I’m so sorry, Louie. I wish she understood you, I really, really do…”
“Sh-she also– I hurt my hand because she didn’t see me slipping. She didn’t help me– sh-she assumed I’d be okay, but I’m not okay– it’s not okay, Uncle Donald, it’s not.” Louie shook his head and curled up to Donald’s side, and his uncle wrapped an arm around him.
“I’m so sorry, Lou. Della just gets so wrapped up in her own head, she has a hard time recognizing people aren’t always at her level.” Donald rested his head atop Louie’s and squeezed him.
“I-I felt so alone today– I hate feeling alone,” Louie confessed more.
“I know, Louie, I know. And if it helps, you’ll always have me no matter what, okay? There’s nothing you could do to make me hate or leave you. You’ll always be my little Louie, and even if we get separated, I’ll always find my way back– even if it’s the moon,” Donald pointed out with a soft smile.
“Thanks, Uncle Donald.” Louie nuzzled closer. “I wish mom understood you too.”
His uncle laughed weakly. “Maybe one day… but in the meantime, I’m lucky to have you.”
Louie couldn’t help but laugh a little too. “I’m lucky to have you too, Uncle Donald.”
The pair of them sat in silence for a while, with Louie curled extra tight to his side and Donald holding him nice and close. It was calming, especially with the slow eb and flow of the pool water. All that crying had exhausted Louie, and he figured his uncle likely felt the same. However, Louie couldn’t even imagine going back to his bunk now, not when he felt his uncle needed him as much as he needed Donald.
“I’ll try and talk to her. It’ll be slow and I don’t know how she’ll take it, but I’ll talk to her,” Donald suddenly spoke up. “Uncle Scrooge too, for that matter.”
Louie wiped his eyes and shook his head. “You don’t gotta do that, it probably won’t change anything.”
“I have to try, Lou.” Donald looked down at him. “You’re worth at least trying.”
Louie didn’t have a response for that, so he just nuzzled back close and there was quiet again.
Louie liked the quiet. It was much better than the eerie silence of the manor, and how it would always be broken abruptly by some creaking wood or wind whirling down the chimney. On the houseboat, the sounds were constant, like a lullaby. The splashing of the water, the squeaking old metal, the soft hum of the old AC unit– it always knew how to put Louie to sleep.
“Uncle Donald?” he suddenly spoke up.
“Yes?”
“Can I… stay here with you tonight?” Louie glanced back up at him.
Donald’s face melted into a soft smile. “Of course, Lou. You’re welcome here any time.”
“Good.” Louie smiled too, before yawning.
His uncle chuckled before yawning himself. “Looks like we should get going to bed, huh?”
“I could stay up longer,” Louie lied, making his uncle roll his eyes.
“Drink some tea before you take that melatonin, I don’t want it going to waste,” Donald lightly teased before getting up and drinking more of his own.
Louie nodded, beginning to chug before he remembered he really wasn’t that big of a fan of tea, and so set it down again. “Is… that enough?” Louie asked.
Donald laughed. “Yes, yes, it’s fine, I’m just joking, no need to force yourself.”
Louie smiled before struggling to open the bottle of melatonin. Noticing this, his uncle walked over and helped him retrieve the yellow pill, which Louie took with a little bit of tea. After that was done, Donald cleaned up their mugs and set them out to dry. Once that was settled, Louie took Donald’s hand and the two of them went to cuddle the rest of the night away.
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CUDDLES 141 ANON AGAIN,,,,, TYSM ILY I AM NOMMING YOU (/pos)
May I request a little,,, sleepy puppy Alex and cg Farah? Or itty sad Farah and cg Alex? 💖🙏🙏💖💖
IM DONE ANON
it takes 1.2K words for the sleepiness though i will be honest
BUT ITS VERY SWEET
you get pup alex :3
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For the longest time, it was voluntary. Regressing was something Alex planned. Though, as he grew steadily more comfortable around Farah and her soldiers, some things began to itch at that side of his head. The whistles of affirmatives and readies had Alex constantly turning his head like a dog searching for his owner.
Part of him wanted to be scared of how easily that reaction came to him, but he just couldn’t be scared. He was surrounded by people that now thought of him as a brother. Someone to lean on, and Alex could lean back on them for support as well. He was lucky enough not to feel the edging dread over any kind of situation like this.
In field training, a weapon in hand, he could keep his focus. Even with the whistles that unknowingly urged him deeper and deeper into his headspace. It taunted him, pulling at his chest. From where he laid, it all felt too big, especially the weapon in his hand. Alex was meant to be training on the rifle, it wasn’t his strong suit. Tech was what he knew.
His eyes wandered. A dangerous decision that he hadn’t given any thought. Directly to his side, Farah was there. Stood as if she was protecting him, even if they weren’t truly fighting against anything at the time. It settled his head just enough to allow himself to lower the rifle.
“Farah.” Alex’s voice came out slightly strained, his eyes finding something else to focus on. He still held the idea that he didn’t have the ability to pause training for a brief second. His time in the military and the CIA had him trained like that. With Farah’s army, the commander always at least listened if someone genuinely needed to stop. The field wasn’t like that, they all knew. It was already engrained in the large majority of them since childhood. Which is why Farah would pause for them. They all deserved someone to help.
They all leaned on each other for support. Their work almost flawless, much more smoothe than most ops Alex had been apart of. Farah’s people actually listened, unlike the unruly military men Alex served next to.
“Alex.” Farah responded, her eyebrows knitted as she followed Alex’s gaze. Nothing got past her. And especially not with Alex. The man wasn’t the best at hiding things like this. He would stop focusing completely, get quieter, and look so very pleased when someone told him he did a good job. Just like a dog with a wagging tail.
“Help?” One word sentences also seemed common the more ‘off’ he felt. That fuzziness in his head, calming but bothersome at times. Alex blinked up at Farah, letting his weapon rest on the ground as he extended a gloved hand for assistance getting up.
Their hands connected as Farah pulled him up with relative ease. Alex stumbled as he made it to his feet. Part of standing upright just felt wrong at the time, then again, it would be odd if he didn’t.
“You need a break.” Farah said, not giving Alex much of a choice in the matter. It sounded more like an order than a request.
Who was Alex to say no? He needed the command as much as he wanted it. It seemed Farah recognized this as well. The orders to give Alex just an ounce of much needed guidance and support. When he slipped around her, an arm was around him in a second. Keeping him afloat when he just needed to let go.
She knew. After all she’d seen, she knew many ways other would cope. None she’d ever judge.
Their training nest was packed up in just a minute or so. But Alex had his eyes on a small, deflated basket ball in a bush of thorns just a twenty feet away. A toy he desperately wanted to play with if it wasn’t filled with holes from the thorns.
A whistle got his attention. Everything was bundled in Farah’s arms. It didn’t cross his mind that he was probably expected to help. Instead, his head tiled just a tad. A pup in search of direction. Orders.
“Come, Alex.” Farah called, signaling with her head where they were going to go. Just next to their training post, a nice place to take a breather. They didn’t have a lot of places that weren’t ruins at the training ground, but there were some places that were mended just enough to take a break in.
There wasn’t much of a reply, Alex simply nodded and followed Farah’s lead. The steps were a bit faster than her normal pace, but Alex easily kept up. Even a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The inside was now clearly a small home, fixed up with boards. It was much cooler inside than in the blistering heat. Alex thought american summers were bad, but it wasn’t as bad as Urzikstan, he noted. A red patched couch was along the back wall, even fit with two pillows. Matted carpets were covering the dusty ground, no doubt from the previous owners.
As Alex wandered the small place, Farah found a place to set their items. A desk to the left corner of the room. She neatly laid their items out, before her attention was turned back to Alex. Who was trying to tug off his gear in the incorrect order.
Farah gave a small tsk at that, as if it would help Alex.
“Alex. Alex.” She repeated to him, her hands reaching up to loosen the straps on the bag he wore. Being fully geared up for training was something that kept him grounded, all the weight on his back from his bag, then the pressure on his chest from the plated vest. But sometimes Alex just couldn’t get it off when he felt this way.
It frustrated him, but then Farah was right there. Guiding him along as she helped undo his bag from his gear. A small whimper fell from his lips, unable to control it like he wanted. He was comfortable with Farah. He could lean on her when he needed to.
“That’s it, Alex.” Alex heard her say, the same as many times before but with a softer tinge to it. The tension eased from him as each piece of gear was removed and put with the rest of the stuff they’d used for training.
“What do you need?” She patiently asked.
Alex’s gaze dropped to the dusty ground. It felt too far even though his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He responded with a very small grumble.
He just needed someone to tell him what to do.
“Go sit, okay?” Farah told him gently.
The seating options weren’t the best, and somehow Alex picked a worse spot. The floor just in front of the couch. He was lucky there was a rug there. His head tilted back against the couch.
A wave of sleepiness hit him like a brick. It suddenly felt too hard to even pick his head up. Too sleepy, and without Farah next to him. Alex latched onto her more than anyone else. Sure, he felt safe with others, but not in the same way. He could unwind, and sleep around her.
A small whine escaped him as his eyes scanned the room for her. So close, but too far for his liking.
“Tired, Alex?” Farah asked, her head turned in his direction. So much for a small break with training. Alex was far too tired to do more.
With a huff, Alex nodded. Steps drew closer, then there was warmth right next to him. The couch creaked under Farah, but she sunk into the cushions regardless. His head immediately pressed against Farah’s leg, sort of using her as a head rest.
Her hand brushed through Alex’s sweaty hair. Combing through it, any knots being gently tugged out. There were no complaints, even if it hurt just a bit. He softly breathed out as the heat began to fade off him. The dim room keeping a slight chill to the air.
“You did good today.” Farah sweetly told him, head tilted down to watch the way Alex nuzzled into the side of her leg. The training grounds weren’t the best place to rest, especially not with the others that needed to train. Alex just looked so tired. Too sleepy.
Alex acknowledged her words with a content rumble, deep in his chest. One of his arms wrapped around the back of her leg, holding gently. So so sleepy, yet his eyes just would not close for more than a second or two.
“Alex, do we need to go home?” A little worry slipped into her tone.
The downtime sleepiness usually hit Alex after any kind of work. For him to be regressing as well was new, at least for Farah to deal with. A sleepy pup could get to be a handful.
Alex was proving that.
Instead of simply agreeing because he knew he needed it, he whined in protest because he didn’t want to get up. Sleepy blue eyes met Farah’s, hardly even able to keep them open.
“Tired pups need a bed to rest in, not the floor.” Farah spoke firmly, trying not to give Alex much of an out as she moved the leg he was leaned on.
When Alex dared to give a growl, he was immediately hoisted up off the floor. His arm not tight enough to actually hold to her leg. And far too caught off guard to realize he was being picked up until it was too late. He was quickly reminded that Farah is much stronger than she looked.
“Just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can growl at me.” She countered with roughness to her tone. Easily enough to make Alex whine like he’d been kicked.
His head leaned onto her shoulder, whimpering and whining at that interaction. Alex knew better than to growl, he really did, but everything was far too fuzzy, almost glazed over in his vision. Too tired.
Farah sighed softly, arms wrapping firmly around him.
“You’re exhausted, Alex.” She breathed out as Alex tried to wiggle into a comfortable spot at her side. Hunched over more than he possibly should be, just to cuddle into her side.
Alex kept trying to get out of going home. That would mean having to take care of big Alex problems. He wanted to crawl instead of walk. He wanted to curl up instead of shower. Wanted to bark rather than speak. At least here they wouldn’t be found, or even expected to be.
Even though Alex held his ground, he didn’t exactly fight when Farah stood and pulled him into her arms. Alex hardly fit at all to be carried in such a way. Being carried at least was better than walking, Alex decided. Carefully, he tucked his head against Farah’s shoulder, while his arms wrapped around her neck.
Farah whispered soft praises to him for being good about her carrying him, holding him tightly so he couldn’t slip from the grasp.
The words were lost on him the second Farah began to walk. Like a baby in a stroller, or on a car ride, the movement soothed him. The walk to the inside of their base didn’t take so long, at least not that Alex noticed. He was practically asleep in her arms, a light doze.
The next thing he noted was the softness of a bed underneath him, but Farah’s warmth dissipating as the cooler air filled the space instead.
Alex whimpered the loudest his body possibly let him manage. Wearily, his eyes opened. Sitting up was the hardest next task that he even attempted. His head spun as he sat up.
He couldn’t see Farah. His eyes flickered around the whole room. They were in Farah’s room. Decorated with matching colors, lots of soft yellows and greens. A lot of things had to be gifts though, the room would definitely not be so nicely decorated if they weren’t.
His heart sank as he looked around. No Farah. Fear was quick to snap through him. Alex stumbled poorly out of the bed. Not walking, no, he crawled. Like he swore he needed to, or he’d be sick. He couldn’t walk when he felt so not human.
Alex sat himself in the middle of the bedroom floor, legs tucked up to his chest with his arms resting between them. Sad whimpers coming from him. He didn’t want to be alone. He was so so sleepy…
His head rested on his knee. Just for a second, he closed his eyes.
Then he felt himself be scooped up again. How she managed to do that so easily, Alex had no clue. He began rapidly blinking to try to clear his foggy vision. And make sense of the situation.
The hands were small, rough but treating him like he was a delicate pet. Something that could break if moved the wrong way.
Farah.
Alex deeply exhaled.
“Calm.. That’s it.” She encouraged, taking a few steps.
They reached the bed. Farah didn’t make the mistake of letting go of him again. Instead, she sat and laid Alex down next to herself. A hand still resting on him, finding it’s way into his hair to softly brush through it.
“You’re exhausted…” Farah muttered, her thumb brushing over the dry skin on Alex’s forehead. Soft and gentle.
He gave a pitiful whine in response, blearily looking at her through his eyelashes. Alex only slightly moved enough to nudge himself up to her side.
Neither of them cared about how they both certainly needed a shower. Alex was way too pitiful and sleepy to even attempt to wash off. The last time he had help, he flipped out because he couldn’t handle not being in control of how he washed. There was an order to do it in that could not be changed.
“Sleep, pup.” Farah certainly tried her best to say what Alex needed to hear after she had learned from Alex, and his behavior. It always helped him, even if she still had some underlying confusion about it.
Alex whined softly. A hand brushed against Farah’s side in a pawing motion. Closer. He wanted closer.
“Come…” She whispered to him, beckoning him closer. There was only a moment’s hesitation before he firmly pressed himself to her side. He did shift further down the bed until his head was in her lap like a proper pup.
“Good boy, Alex. Close your eyes.”
Very gently, she guided Alex through the process of getting him to sleep. Blankets tucked gently around him as he began to drift into sleep. Her hands tangled in his knotted hair. One by one brushing out all the knots with gentle hands. The touch was delicate in his hair, never pulling, never tugging.
Minutes blurred into each other as the tick of the clock was replaced by a quiet humming. A sweet melody washing away any remaining tension in Alex’s body like waves. Deeper and deeper relaxation until his shoulders no longer trembled, breaths replacing the movements of his shoulders. There was nothing to protect now, no big problems to be had. It was just him and Farah. Alex let her take the reins as he drifted off.
Alex curled up next to Farah, in a way that would probably hurt in the morning. The soft hums didn’t stop until Alex was well into sleep. Even then, she didn’t leave. Taking a protective stance over the regressed one.
He slept much like a rock. Not moving, not making a sound. Yet he looked so comfortable all the same. Farah softly continued to pet him.
Her own stress fading away as she did so. The motion repetitive and soothing. Though she didn’t sleep, she rested alongside Alex.
Protecting the pup, even without active threats.
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Thinking back on what The Blacksmith was saying in the final about how one of the joys of creation is not knowing how what you create will grow and change and thinking about how the GoD took magic from Remnant and the GoL told Ozma they’d only return and “make Humanity whole again” or whatever after he completed his arbitrary task but like...Humanity 2.0 already has magic, it just doesn't work like magic did when the brothers were still on Remnant.
Like, in any other fantasy media, Semblances and Aura would automatically be dinged as magic in an, admittedly unique, magic system, with Dust acting as a magical energy source. But because Ozma and Salem grew up in a world with "real" magic, Remnant's magic isn't recognized for what it is in universe.
Because unlike the magic the Gods bestowed on Humanity 1.0, which is a well of energy they are linked to thanks to the GoD... Humanity 2.0′s magic is Soul Magic. Something they evolved on their own that’s intrinsically linked to who they are as a person.
Semblances are based on the individual and Semblances grow and evolve with them, as they come to better understand themselves and the world around them. Aura on the other hand is a physical manifestation of a person’s soul. Something that can be broken (though only temporarily) and when a person’s soul is in need of repair... they can’t use their magic. Because Humanity 2.0′s magic is that tied into their soul.
And Humanity 2.0′s magic is inherently made stronger by working together as a team, especially with people you love and trust. Team RWBY is able to beat the Ace Ops with little issue because all four of them, and their magic, is working together in harmony. Meanwhile, WBY struggles in the Ever After despite it, on the surface level, being a lot less dangerous than Remnant because one of them is out of lockstep with the others... an issue that’s fixed the second Ruby has repaired her broken soul heart.
And based on canon evidence, Humanity 2.0′s magic isn’t really all that weaker than Humanity 1.0′s is/was. Like, if it weren’t for her being immortal and him reincarnating (things there were not normal for Humanity 1.0)... Salem and the various Oz’s would be strong but beatable opponents. I mean... Hazel was able to single handily land what would have been killing blows on Salem if she wasn’t immortal during his fight against her.
And also like... try showing someone who’s never seen RWBY before these screenshots and ask them which ones aren’t “real” magic...
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Liveblog 4: Oh god this liveblog will have 50+ posts I now realize.
Unlike the previous episode, here, the ever present Schrödinger's city wall is real, though it is still different from the OP.
I could make a joke about all cops being pigs, and the fact that they are literally patrolling the streets in this episode to harass homeless people... but yeah that's exactly what's going on here, no jokes needed.
In 610-ish years, during Waven era, Joris Jurgen, then-regent and ruler of Bonta, will be waging war on the pig people, one that may or may not involve cannibalism on both sides. But for now, he is eepy, 7 years old, and being woken up by them. It's kinda like poetry, you know?
Don't know why, but that's a very good image of Keke. Exhudes a good amount of smugness.
Says the man who will proceed to do it for 600 more years anyway. Get boiled, idiot.
One of the thing's that's very consistent with Jurgen-Crepins is the usage of kicking and jumping in battles. There's a theme here. If they were actually ready and not being beaten up during the OVA, they'd be all over Ush, like fleas.
The thing is that, even if we don't know why Lou left, Kerubim and Luis probably do. Their every conversation is pretty suspect, practically screaming "I know something you don't :)", as many aspects of this show do.
Even if they don't know all the details, they know much more than we ever will.
So, a few tenets of the Lou theorizing:
She left sad, and unlike many other times, without any anger for Kerubim.
She left Luis with him to watch over him.
She also left Luis because he couldn't go with her, but that could mean many things.
She left after Ecaflip City, obviously, and at that time, their relationship seemed the healthiest. (Well, as healthy as it could be.)
Unlike all the other times, Kerubim didn't go searching for her. It seems this separation was final in a way no other was, and there had to be a reason that he didn't go and try to make up. An unsolvable issue.
Both Luis and Kerubim blame Kerubim, and the first one uses this to make the second one angry.
So, what is it that made her leave, and do Luis and Kerubim fully know? I have my own theories, after watching the show around ten or twenty times. They aren't answers, obviously. I don't think we'll ever get an answer from Ankama, ever. But there's no harm in spitballing. However, it'll have to wait.
Get boiled, idiot.
The day I stop talking about how Simone is Joris's cooler aunt, is the day I die. She loves him so much just from one meeting.
Guy who is normal about Crepinlore voice: "Yeah, in the second episode? For breakfast, they're eating croissants, butter, jam, light tea for Kerubim and Simone, and milk for Joris, all of which is a traditional French breakfast. Yeah, when Joris bites it you can see that the croissants have white or yellow filling, which might be cheese, vanilla, or condensed milk—
Yeaaaah, but this isn't as crazy as that time in a future episode where Joris pours chocolate milk into a hot drink which might be tea, hot chocolate, or cocoa. He is insane, you know."
Even as a child, his twisted and evil arc of drinking things through a straw has already started....
The face journeys this man goes on in these series are far more complex than even his twisted fucking cycling path of a character arc, and that's saying something.
Even by age 7 he is utterly deep in the boufbowl brainrot. Sad!
"The woman there didn't even like beer, which is a sign of evil." I love you Kerubim, but you really shouldn't have parental rights.
And yes. He does have parental rights. It's officially on record, even 200-ish years later. I guess that despite losing his back-up lives and developing a new, infinitely more insane parent-child bond, he and Joris never updated their papers to match the legend of Joris being his dad.
Even without meeting her, Joris understands that Lou was a Girlboss. That she scared the life out of his amazing and all-capable papycha. Her sheer power is indescribable, Lou fans stay winning, etc etc,
and yeah I want to boil her into soup too. I hate them both. (I say this with love.)
Anyway how many times do you think Joris has seen Luis commit violences upon Kerubim? Normal household. As was already proven in my 2nd liveblog.
I will hunt Luis for sport.
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Hello! I don't know if op who submitted the asked to you about anzu lore & engirls is going to elaborate, but I want to drop my two cents too since I do like Anzu and find Engirls so interested. I'm sorry if I'm repeating anything you already know and I'm not an engirls expert either so i could be wrong about some of these.
Since you mentioned Engirls Protag and the war, here's the timeline that I believe under the common assumption that EG takes place alongside ES!! (given that Suzu and the bunch, who graduates in the end of EG was Anzu's old classmates and friends)
Anzu is a year older than her little step-brother (protag of Engirls who most fans seems to call Tenn(kousei-kun)). Basically in Anzu's 1st year of high school, she attended Kimisaki Academy, and Tenn was in his last year of middle school. Anzu and the Troublemakers' failed revolution occurred then (supported by the fact that Azusa was a second year in middle school during Paradise), and she suffers from bullying until she decides to transfer to Yumenosaki during her second year. By then, Tenn is in his first year, attending Yumenosaki as well.
In ! Era Anzu has told one of the characters (I forgot who) that her brother doesn't want to be associated with her when they are on campus and to pretend that they don't know each other (but he's at least nice enough to help her promote Trickstar to his fellow general course peers for her during DDD). Generally they have a somewhat strained relationship, which was surmised by various ES and EG characters as teen angst + his inferiority complex with his sister.
By !! Era, Anzu is in her third year, and Kimisaki Academy have decided to go co-ed, leading Tenn to transfer there (don't remember if there are actual reasons stated in-game or if he's just dropped there with no explanation). Due to that, Tenn was able to help the students of Kimisaki, mend their relationships, help Anzu reconnect with her old friends, and talk more with his sister. Anzu actually gets mentioned quite often in EnGirls, like how she makes his bento lunch, Seira sneaking into Yumenosaki to see her, drives her friend Natsumi to school, and etc.
Unlike Anzu who is an only-girl in Yumenosaki's idol course because she's a last minute decided test subject for the producer course (either her or her family most likely agreed out of desperation to be able to transfer), Tenn seems like he's the only-boy in Kimisaki just because he's the only one who enrolled?
There's lot of parts that are implied but still lies in the realm of headcanon/speculation. Like how EnGirls makes it clear that the reason Anzu transferred was due to the bullying she received as the target for the actions of the Troublemakers, since she was always a slacker who the teachers already disliked, but in the EnStars novels she says it's because of family circumstance. Although in the same novel, she (and Chizuru in the novel extra Crosstalk) does give a nod to the events of Paradise, regretting leaving her friends behind and running away; meaning that for Anzu transferring was not because of the bullying, but her own cowardice (although the bullying was pretty bad it was school-wide). For Tenn, the step-siblings have always been described as close growing up, but they have seem to have grown distant lately. Apparently, Tenn had even lived away from their family for a while. One could speculate that maybe he transferred out of Yumenosaki and into Kimisaki (both schools are in the same neighborhood) to get away from his sister, who at that point have probably gained notoriety as a the sole producer of the academy. Given that some stories make it a theme to validate Tenn, and tell him that he's a different person to his sister who is also great and deserves his own happiness, supports this in my opinion.
I'm sorry if this is so long, I hope it isn't rude or anything, it's just that many people have made me aware of how interesting Anzu's character, backstory and current arcs are and I wanted to share that to anyone else that might be interested too. She's pretty complex and well-written if you cherry pick all the stuff about her specifically from the stories, which is why I can understand why many fans consider her as her own character and more than a self-insert.
NO THIS ISN'T RUDE AT ALL, ANON!!! I am literally shaking your hand, thanking you. I'm a little curious as WHAT the Kimisaki revolution was right now....and what part Anzu played.
But STARS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. You don't understand how much I love this....Anzu predates the Enstars games, firstly (cause I heard engirls was released first). The thing about her being a legacy of engirls, haunting its narrative (at least it seems that her shadow is cast over the engirls era pretty widely), and then switching to a viewer and casting her shadow on the Enstars boys??
I was so wrong in my post about her except also not because her self-insert-ness still feels somewhat significant. Except she's like...a very strange bridge between the player and the characters, existing in both worlds (her and her brother, it seems).
Anyway, Anzu lore is SO cool and I'll have to reread this again to fully appreciate it because man, I love this!
#to look back on#fandom spamdom#ensemble stars#enstars#engirls#ensemble girls#stuff i say#seriously anon THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU#taking the time to write all this out! thats seriously so sweet!#again i am fully welcoming of any and all lore. spoilers or otherwis#man i really want an anzu and tenn card now...or just official art or something#or like when the story ends we get to see them sing on stage together....#also i kind of do love everything that anzu is...she's like the ultimate Subtly Breaks Tropes character. really subtly#its so fascinating to me
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metal gear solid mobile (nokia n-gage 2.0)
for anyone who doesnt want to go through what was a harrowing ordeal of setting up the fucking. nokia emulator.
this is a non-canon game set between mgs1 and mgs2, made specifically for the nokia n-gage gaming platform.
basically the game goes:
you are solid snake, infiltrating the base of a sketchy military organization that has gotten their hands on metal gear plans and is in the process of building one. otacon has a contact on the inside, someone who apparently works for the organization realizing their work is being used for destructive purposes and wants to stop it (sound familiar?).
so it starts pretty normal. but the game gets fucky from there.
you sneak through various parts of the base, avoiding or knocking out or killing guards as you go, and you have to access computer terminals to upgrade your security level. you receive a message from the inside contact, and she identifies herself as dr victoria reed, a nuclear scientist. she gives you her story about the metal gear project and her involvement in it. something about her story is suspicious, however, and otacon starts looking into her. (the player, not snake, is instantly aware of her damsel-in-distress act, and she flirts with snake and plays the "oh i'm so scared" card to get him to act on her behalf faster.)
you continue.
the scientist wants you to meet her in a specific part of the base, where she has... barricaded? herself? it's unclear if she's hiding from her coworkers or not. you eventually make it close to this area, but she calls you again and says she had to move because security in the area was increased.
you arrive in the room you were supposed to meet her. there is no security.
you continue exploring the base and try to get to the next area to meet her. meanwhile, otacon has been digging. there is no record of a victoria reed working for any known scientific organization that he can find. snake dismisses this as she is working on a black-ops project, and it's unlikely that her name would appear in any easily accessible database.
multiple times during your exploration you receive codec calls from an unnamed individual who gives you rather cryptic hints and advice on frequency 111.11.
you arrive in the next area the scientist told you to go. there is little of interest in the room, and there is no scientist.
the doors close, and you are locked inside. otacon messes with the security system and is able to disable most things. except for the doors to the room you are in. this is a conundrum.
you receive a call from a new individual, a man wearing a mask. he is identified as "the commander." he explains the situation to you as this: philanthropy was lured into this facility by dr reed so that you would disable the security and take out some of the guards so that the group the commander leads would be able to more easily sweep the place and take over. while you are trapped in this room, his group has been going floor by floor and killing every one of the guards they find. he also tells you that dr victoria reed is not real. that she is an ai construct designed to appeal to you and otacon, to lead you here.
he guarantees your safety, respecting the reputation of solid snake, as long as you stay in that room. he even sends a guard to "protect" you.
you escape the room by hiding under the furniture from the guard, who then opens the door to look for you.
after dealing with the guard, you leave, and following otacon's instructions you get to the last computer that will fully upgrade your security clearance. nearby is an observation computer where you can view various parts of the base you have entered. otacon shows you the metal gear hangar.
where there was supposed to only be a prototype metal gear is a nearly completed replica of metal gear REX, and you make it your mission to destroy it.
on the way through the base, a second time now, the pathways have been filled with explosives and gun cameras by the commander's soldiers. you avoid these and make your way down to the hangar for metal gear REX. there is a security mechanic where you have to be wearing the same color uniform as the people who have clearance for the area. the game has a camera where you can take pictures of either your real surroundings (with the console camera) or the in-game surroundings (where there are conveniently placed posters that have the right colors in the areas you need them). you traverse multiple of these color-coded areas, and at one point you need to take a picture of a dead body so you can take the color of the former guard's uniforms.
you eventually come to an area that appears to be a dead end, as all the doors except the one you came through are non-functional. however, there is a crack in a nearby wall and you are able to blow your way through with some explosives of your own. once inside this new area, the surroundings start to change.
at first, it looks like a drug trip. snake comments on this. you call otacon and he dismisses what you say about the surroundings, acting like everything is normal. the flashes of color happen again and you receive multiple strange calls from otacon, the commander, and victoria reed. these calls are very similar to those received by raiden inside arsenal gear from colonel campbell and rose. one even tells you to turn off your device.
you receive another call from 111.11. the voice informs you that you have been kidnapped, drugged, and placed into a simulation. he claims to be the real otacon, and he has been trying to hack in to get you out and to identify the people who have kidnapped you. so far he has been mostly unsuccessful due to the complexity of the simulation.
snake, of course, questions all of this, and asks otacon something only he would know: what did he do when they first met? and the otacon you have been speaking to is unable to answer. but the one calling over 111.11 knows. when they first met, he peed his pants after being found in a locker.
this convinces you to cut off the other otacon, and listen to this real one. he advises you to simply finish the simulation, since you are already near the end, as that would likely end it or at least create a window where otacon could hack in and shut it down. he warns you that if you die in the simulation, you will die in the real world as well.
you enter the metal gear hangar where you find the masked man. he tries to kill you with a minigun, but he is not very good with the weapon. it frequently overheats and jams, and this gives you a good opportunity to attack. during this fight, the surroundings often change colors and glitch out, losing textures or inverting or becoming skeletal models of themselves. it is unpleasant to look at.
once you defeat the masked man, the simulation halts and you are ejected. the final cutscene is snake awakening, staring into blurry bright lights while unknown voices talk over him. they say snake did not give them the information they needed, and would not be able to continue as a test subject. they say they will wipe snake's memory and release him.
they already have another test subject lined up: jack.
a lot of the above summary was written from memory so it may not be entirely in order or 100% accurate. the wiki is much less detailed so it didnt really help me put it in order LOL
even though the game was only a few hours long i did find it interesting. it could lead to a lot of new scenarios if someone decided to incorporate it into their timeline for fan material 🤔
the game heavily implies the people who have kidnapped snake are the patriots. it also puts full-body immersive simulation technology at a much earlier point in the timeline than it was previously shown: before 2007 vs 2018 where its shown in mgr, unless i missed something in the games between mgs2 and mgr.
while absolutely not canon and never brought up by any other game, i just thought it was neat :)
edit: before mgs2 DOES have VR simulations as raiden was trained on them, but we dont learn exactly HOW immersive they are. i dont know what they put him through... but if they put snake through this one i bet raiden's training was harrowing...
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People are talking about Will's love life again on Reddit. OP is frustrated because of Will's love life (he thinks Byler is unlikely to happen and is frustrated it's too late to write a decent romance subplot with a new character), and redditors are trying to convince them that acceptance of his family and friends is all Will needs, and that it's ok for him to be single 😬
https://www.reddit.com/r/StrangerThings/comments/12yf9d5/i_cant_help_but_feel_bad_that_will_will_never_get/
It’s honestly so sad and frustrating how this is all they can envision for Will. They say stuff like, “Will’s arc is NOT about Mike liking him back (which is impossible cause Mike is straight), it’s about his friends saying they don’t hate him because he’s gay, and it’s okay to be different.”
“The entire point of Mike’s arc is that he’s straight. And even if Mike doesn’t take Will’s confession well at first- because there’s no guarantee he will-he will come around eventually, and that’s okay and even beautiful cause it’s so REALISTIC. I just love how the writers realistically portray the queer experience in the 80s.”
Let’s be real: none of these people who do the Renegade for “realism” even care about “the queer experience” in the first place. Most of them would prefer if Will wasn’t gay, and many of them complained about the show “ruining a good friendship.” Many of them don’t like Will at all, and many would be fine with Will dying. “Realism” is a cover because as long as Will doesn’t get a happy ending with the boy he loves, they can justify themselves still enjoying the show.
You even saw Melvins on Twitter back when the weird airport hug was being discussed say that it’s just “obvious” why the Duffers didn’t have Mike hug Will: because they’re saving it for the brotherly hug after Will’s inevitable rejection.
Never mind how awkward and weird and unnatural it would be for the Duffers to insert a rejection arc into Mike and Will’s bond in Season 5 after Season 4 ends with them being closer than ever and Mike using words like “we” and “team” to describe him and Will. That’s why many Melvins are convinced that Will already let go of Mike in the van and believe/are hoping the show won’t even bring up Will’s feelings in Season 5. Cause they know it wouldn’t make sense.
“Acceptance of his family and friends is all Will needs, and that it’s ok for him to be single.” But the second we suggest that El can find happiness in her found family, and it’s ok for her to be single, they start seeing red. I’ve seen multiple people say, “El has suffered so much and deserves happiness with Mike MORE than anyone,” which is hypocritical (because Will has suffered too, but many of them don’t care about Will), foolish (turning Mike’s heart into some kind of consolation prize for suffering), and an awful message all around (implying that girls need boyfriends who hero worship them to be happy).
Will ALREADY knows he is loved by his friends and family. He has a loving mom, a strong relationship with his adopted sister, close bonds with the Party, and a best friend in Mike (which is all he’s convinced he will ever be). Mike rejecting Will would not surprise Will in the slightest. Will believes Mike is madly in love with El, and he’s the one who worked to mend their relationship. So it’s not like he would randomly confess. The only way this will come up again- and it WILL- is for Mike to address the fruity elephant in the room.
They really think the boy the show made the explicit decision to emphasize saying, “I’m not gonna fall in love” (not because of any personal dating decision or individual preference, but because he’s convinced love CAN’T be for people like him) is gonna be proven correct???
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Qiao Ling and thoughts with flower symbolism, spoilers for both seasons
(take a shot every time I say parallel and symbolism)
with so many visuals of Qiao Ling shown with red eyes, it really makes me think that she'll be taken advantage of in s2. Whether it’s being possessed again, or a death plot device, I hate to say it, but she is the boys' strongest and weakest link
-she knows them extremely well (that Red Eyes took advantage of as we already saw in s2ep1 with the lie)
-she knows the ins and outs of the case, being around capt. xiao from the start
-she could very well best Cheng Xiaoshi in a fight or at least evenly match. When they were first taught, she seemed to have a better grasp than CXS (in the special eps!)
-proximity, she's always close to them
-the visuals in the op are too much for me to NOT raise an eyebrow. the last frame looks as if she turns her back on cxs falling. In a sense for betrayal, it seems unlikely that there's a second layer to Qiao Ling at this point-- we know she’s trustworthy, but I think the plot has more to come for her. She’s playing more of a role this season and I always get suspicious when characters are suddenly given more spotlight. the visuals in question:
This also brings meee to another point! The moment I saw her flower was the Hyacinth I was like "oh, okay," but then the s1 finale hit and I was like "Oh... ohhh. Ohhhhh.... oh no..."
If you're not familiar with the legend of Hyacinth from Greek mythology.. the parallels will start paralelling. TLDR;
-apollo fell in love with a mortal, hyacinth, who dies tragically. there are two endings to the story:
-one where apollo kills hyacinth on accident, when they were passing a discus to eachother. hyacinth thinks he can catch it, but fails to estimate apollo's strength, and dies of a head injury
-and another where zephyrus, god of the west wind, is jealous of apollo because he fancied hyacinth, so he pushes the discus with the wind into hyacinth, killing him.
-apollo tries everything, anything he can do to bring hyacinth back to life. in the end, apollo turns hyacinth’s soul into flowers (or, hyacinths), refusing to give him to death.
-BOTH of these endings reminded me all too much of our current situation and what we know right now.
-the former: not saying lg/cxs represent one or the other of apollo/hyacinth specifically, but how their situation now is made from a series of missteps and overzealousness even, by cxs and possibly lg’s past actions if the timetravelling!lg theory is true; a series of accidents that lead to tragedy when hyacinth oversteps
-the latter; where the two are with eachother, but someone has to come and fuck it up. see: the li siblings; the red eyes is fascinated w/ cxs. i think it's important that Zephyrus kills hyacinth because he couldn't have him. Almost like red eyes going crazy for cxs, obsessed w his power and shit
-ugh here’s the kicker though, hyacinths also symbolize rebirth. Apollo refused to give Hyacinth’s soul to Hades, just like how LG has (possibly) refused to give up and see CXS die in an alternate timeline, deciding to restart(?).
Back to my part one including Qiao Ling: overall, hyacinths possess a wide array of meanings, and can be color dependent, ranging from “forgive me, i’m sorry”, to jealousy, to sincerity, joy, and rebirth
The question is; why is this QL’s flower? Maybe it’s symbolism of the situation as a whole, maybe an indicator of something more underneath.
Specifically, red hyacinths represent play, or a more playful kind of love. On a surface level for her character, it can represent her joyful demeanor and dedication, especially to her 2 closest friends. At the same time, mixed with the other meanings of the hyacinth, this can even parallel to the person who possessed her- enamored with CXS to no end, twistedly playful and possessive.
Perhaps it’s symbolism for forgiveness- for what has already happened, or maybe even for what is to come, if she falls into possession again. We have yet to see Qiao Ling’s inner thoughts on the matter, and how she feels about being used to nearly kill LG.
still yet, stay tuned link clickers! anyway's here's cxs doing the fortnite dance to lift your spirits.
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-Apologies if this was dreadfully obvious or smth but I just wanted to put this out there
-how many of you were familiar with the story of hyacinth and apollo?
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How does the boys react to getting embarresed?
Like the princess taking care of most of the enemies instead of the 3 boys, and just fully showing that they are op.
How would they reactto that?
And how would they react to the princess having to save their butts?, both during combat but also going in and covering for them with their royal title
OOOOO wait the second one is SUCH a good question though, hold on lemme answer em
The Princess Being OP:
Sun - in combat, Sun gets a bit cocky once into the zone of it so he would often tease at the Princess if what they're doing is all they've got to give. Should the Princess prove that she's definitely NOT giving all she's got, Sun would freeze up and would probably have his jaw cartoonishly drop underneath the mask of his cloak— only to quickly snap out of it because of course! The Princess still needs help. She's strong but their endurance can only go on for so long unlike the Assassins
Moon - gets worried, and calls the Princess at first, telling them to let them handle it. But no, you handled it— perfectly well. This makes Moon proud, impressed. He'd help you alongside Sun right after before complimenting you on the fascinating display. He doesn't really get embarrassed about being overpowered by the Princess— it makes him proud of himself knowing that what you know and are able to do is all because of him and Sun
Eclipse - for the sake of the story and the lore's continuity— Eclipse is probably the other Assassin that can take care of most of the enemies other than you, in this scenario. So, not possible. He can get embarrassed by other things though, such as losing his confidence over sweet little things, or being treated by the Princess as if his background doesn't foretell an omen that one should be very cautious about
The Princess Saving Them:
Sun - in combat, he would chuff at the Princess and tease her before thanking her. In using her title— he would play along immediately. The Princess would probably call the disguised Assassins as Princes or Nobles from a different kingdom who are courting her. That's the first thing you could think of! Sun would then tantalize you into the role you put into the both of you by pulling you close to his chest. But oh no. He's not familiar with the customs of courting royalty— people courting the Princess can NOT touch the Princess during this period, especially while they're alone together with no servants or guards— the people that surround you become wary, making the two of you bolt and dash outta there as soon as possible
Moon - in combat, he will simply thank you. Nothing personal, Moon knows he's not much of a fighter than Sun is. It happens somewhat often than you think that Sun has to help him up when running after and fighting their targets. If I were to create a tier of capabilities and strengths in battle, it'd be You -> Moon -> Sun -> Eclipse. Although sometimes it teeters towards Moon -> You -> Sun -> Eclipse. Many factors are in consideration to this tier and it's not just strength alone. And as for using your title for the same reasons, Moon would be more knowledgeable on the Do's and Don'ts of courting a Princess so the two of you will do just fine and walk right through the crowds with no suspicious glances
Eclipse - saving him in combat can only happen if 1) his armor broke and he's been hit in that spot or 2) he let you. Let's say it's the first scenario that happened. Eclipse will first slyly escape the scene to replace his armor as you fight off for his sake before returning to help you with ease and explain why he had to do that. Because despite him being the most powerful out of the three, he still has his weaknesses. And they're massively relevant too. As for using your title to save him well... He'll be able to provide a "role" on the spot. After all, he stays mostly within the Kingdom he was made in as compared to his brothers. He's pretty familiar with the culture of a high status person mingling with that of another. It won't stop him from being cocky about it as he plays into the role though. He's such a bastard about it too, but alas, whatever gets the two of you out of there!
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AVENGERS ASSEMBLE VS MCU - the post.
We’re going to compare both universes :), so buckle up and get ready bc this is gonna be a wild ride.
( this isn’t my way to try and point which one is better, I love them both, but it’s my opinion )
1- THE AVENGERS.
MCU’s avengers are full of angst. I think their film has the biggest joke count, but they spend like 80% of the saga arguing, which, I gotta admit, makes better their bonding moments, but still.
Steve’s the leader.
AA’s avengers are the dream team. They do not work together anymore but they assemble one more time to save their friend ( because that’s what they are, friends ) and then keep working together. They know each other, they understand how everyone works and are practically a well-oiled machine.
Tony is the leader.
MCU’s Avengers work together because they need to, AA’s because they want to, and it shows in the team dynamics.
2- STEVE AND TECH/PAST
Both Steves are old men, so we obviously can’t expect them to be as skilled with technology as anyone who was born after the eighties.
MCU’s Steve lives in the past. He tries to adapt to the future but we can’t see him actually trying to live there. When he has the chance to go live with Peggy in the 50s, he takes it. We don’t know if he gave it much thought, but he spent years in the twentieth century and he still couldn’t find a single reason to stay.
( Natasha and Tony were dead, but he still had Buck, Sam, Clint, Thor, Bruce Sharon, Peter P, the rest of the avengers… )
When AA’s Steve was given the opportunity to return to the Second World War with Peggy, he realised that his life was now there.
He was used to searching on the internet, and holograms, and murderous robots, and phone calls, and spaceships and else. He was used to the avengers, to having a team. A family.
And he knew he couldn’t give that up.
He wants to honor his past, not live in it.
[ also here’s a link with cool headcanons I really liked about this ]
As OP said in her post: people like to forget that modern technology is really intuitive, and Steve shouldn’t have that much trouble using it.
Pd: in AA there’s a scene in which Tony promises Steve to help him understand technology, one step at a time without it being overwhelming, if he teaches him how to be a little more “Analog”.
I’m not saying either of them ( Steves ) loves technology, but only one of them introduces it into his life and is eager to learn about it even if it’s hard for him.
3- HOWARD STARK
I wanted to talk about it given that in both universes Howard has appeared and/or has been talked about by Tony.
Neither AA nor MCU had me satisfied with this point.
⛔️( TW: alcoholism, parent abuse, underage drinking until after the green light )⛔️
Howard Stark is known to be a shitty dad in every universe. In the comics, he verbally and physically abused Tony and because of that he turned his back to people, because they, unlike machines, were too unpredictable. He forced him to drink alcohol from a young age, he tried to trade him to Dracula for immortality, he fought him in hell, he sent him to a boarding school because he wasn’t “man enough” and there are many fucking more.
Both Tonys have trouble with self-worth, building relationships, talking his problems, showing weakness and are always trying to make themselves necessary, and whose fault is that? Exactly. ✳️
They spent years resenting Howard for everything he did and everything he was not ( a caring, supportive, DECENT parent ) ( which they had all the right to do ), and still they tried to live up to his expectations. Even dead he was still making them feel not enough.
He always compared them to Steve Rogers, the perfect soldier and the perfect man, which made Tony resent Steve too when he met him.
What does this prove? Resentment is corrosive ( see what I did there? ) and Tony had no reason to love Howard! He only felt bad, insecure and unsafe around him, and all he makes him feel before and after his death was self-loath and resentment.
Maybe AA and MCU’s Howard didn’t do all that, but the series/films still showed that he wasn’t a good father either.
MCU’s Howard told Tony in endgame he already loved his son even if he hadn’t even been born yet. [ literal words: Let me tell you, that kid’s not even here yet, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him ] This initially comes as sweet, right? Because he loved Tony.
But when you think about it, this means that Tony didn’t live up to his expectations, like it was his fault his father didn’t like/love him and he failed even if he didn’t do anything. He literally said he loved him more when he wasn’t there than when he was. He told him he did something wrong, when all he was doing was be himself.
No wonder he has self-esteem issues.
He didn’t do anything for him, except filling him up with trauma.
Both Howards said that Tony was their greatest creation. ( MCU’s a few moments after neglecting him and make him feel like a nuisance ), as if the way Tony turned out ( a good, intelligent, caring man ) had anything to do with him. He turned out that way TO NOT BE like him. Because all the shit he had to go through made him care.
He was never there for Tony, he TAPED himself doing fatherly-things instead of teaching them to his own son personally ( okay, he died, but Tony was like 17 when he did, he had the time, he just didn’t spend it with him ) [ https://smthgavengersassemble.tumblr.com/post/160060510540 ]
And when Steve talks about them in both universes, he does it as if he were a hero and Tony had to make him proud. AND TONY AGREES.
[ AA 2x17- Transcript -
Tony: you don’t get it, Arsenal was my father’s greatest creation
Steve: no, you don’t get it. Arsenal’s not you father’s greatest creation. You are. Make him proud, Tony ]
*GASPS*
THE AUDACITY!
When they met him as their adult-selves, they hugged him and had conversations with him as if he wasn’t ( in the best case ) an absent parent and ( in the worst ) an abusive one.
[ Here’s a nice post about that ]
So can anyone really be mad about Tony not trusting people or coming off as “mean” or “harsh” just because he’s afraid of getting hurt?
Next time I talk to a Howard Stark apologist I will commit a crime.
4- TEAM DYNAMICS
AA’s Tony is the leader, though he’ll take Steve advice blindly. He usually calls the shots but everyone’s free to give their ideas ( which will be heard and taken into consideration ). The rest of the team mostly just follow Steve and Tony’s orders because in the heat of the battle there isn’t much time for consideration.
AA’s Tony is sarcastic, charismatic, practical, intelligent ( duh ) and mathematical. He’s all about probabilities and physics and stuff, but he also has his moments of what I call “believing in the power of love”, which basically means acknowledging that being human, “vulnerable” and different from each other is what actually makes them invincible and unbreakable.
When he jokes he does it to make people believe he’s funny or to make them laugh ( at least that’s what I think )
MCU’s Tony is all of the above except “the power of love” moments. He loves humanity but he doesn’t acknowledge it as much as AA’s does.
When he jokes he doesn’t do it to come up as “funny”. He’ll say everything and If it’s fun, cool. If not, he doesn’t care.
He’s cool, tired, and he has spent all of the saga adopting every child he’s come across [ Dad!Tony Stark ]
AA’s Steve is way less problematic than MCU’s. He’s lighter, takes things seriously but not to an extreme. He cares about trainings and being prepared, he takes his job seriously and is very responsible.
MCU’s Steve is more serious, we don’t see him worry a lot about everyone training, just him. He cares about plans and preparation. He is also more conflictive.
In AA when Steve and Tony have a disagreement they talk, and they don’t attack each other ( verbally or physically ). They communicate. In the MCU all they do is fight and accuse each other, never really talking, but arguing because the other doesn’t make things the way they would.
[ this post shows the differences between AA and MCU’s Steve ( and Stony ) perfectly: ]
Clint ( ah, where to begin with )
AA’s Clint has nothing to do with MCU’s.
They literally just share the name and the aim.
AA’s is more like 616’s Clint. He’s carefree, cocky, fun, cool… he’s like the teenager who thought he was a cool kid. He loves food and 80% of his dialogues are bad puns ( or really good ones ), and he wears glasses because of the aesthetic.
MCU’s is serious, a certified dad. He jokes sometimes but nothing to really remember him for.
Nat is Clint’s best friend in every universe.
Gotta admit it, I like MCU’s Nat more than I do AA’s ( even though
In AA she is like this serious, mean, badass, harsh, mom of the group lesbian. ( she’s not a lesbian but she could be ), and I love her, but MCU’s more elegant while still being all of the above, and that’s the Natasha we love and would die for.
AA’s Thor is comics’ Thor. He talks like he’s a thousand years old ( which he is ) and has all this respect for the war and the customs of each culture.
MCU’s Thor is like some dummy in comparison. In the first two movies he’s serious and war-like, but in the last two he’s a lighter, funnier, sort-of-dumber version. ( Don’t saying I don’t love him, NOBODY CAN HATE THOR )
Now Hulk. In AA we usually just get to see Hulk, not Banner, and we gotta admit that Hulk is smarter in the series than in the MCU.
In the MCU we get to see Banner, which is a plus, and even though he’s not my favourite character I don’t dislike him.
And last, but not least, Falcon. Now if the hawkeyes were different, this is a whole other level.
They don’t have ANYTHING in common. Not even the age.
They’re both Sam Wilson and they’re both Falcon. That’s it.
In AA he’s practically still a kid, he’s like 20 years old and really smart. He usually helps Tony in the lab and creates stuff of his own too, but he shares Steve’s patriotism. He’s a mommy’s kid and he’s the newbie, but he doesn’t really shine.
In the MCU he’s a middle-aged man, ex-soldier and gives the best advice. He’s really sure of himself, he started off as a secondary character but now he’s a protagonist and captain America ( loved that ). He really steals the thunder when he’s in the scene, and he’s cool af.
AA’s avengers are much closer than MCU’s. They share things in common, experiences, they live together. There’s a certain domesticity we can see in each chapter, plus the banter and the “Hulk finished all the popcorn” stuff. They also help each other out, they have their bonding moments, they get over their pasts with each other’s help… they can count on each other unconditionally.
[ There was a time they were fighting Thanos and they won, so they were in the tricarrier and Steve felt something was off. He acted in consequence, and told the team Thanos was messing with their minds. He said “don’t you feel something’s not right?” ( or something like that ) and Tony answered “No, but if you do that’s good enough for me”. AND THEY ALL FOUGHT AGAINST THANOS. Now, THAT’s TRUST. THAT’s TEAMWORK ]
( credit to @justlous-art )
In the MCU they have some sort of strict-work relationship because they’ve proved that they can’t be together without a war for more than five minutes, at least on screen. We’ve seen them have parties and eat together, but it’s not like they’re actually connecting ( short of Nat & Clint, Nat & Steve and Hulk/Banner & Thor ).
That doesn’t mean they don’t care for each other deeply or that they can’t be considered friends, after all they’ve been through together there’s no doubt they care, just that they don’t share the same relationship and there are some parts missing.
5- AVENGERS DISASSEMBLED/CIVIL WAR
Now here’s something really simple and really complicated at the same time.
These two events happened because of different reasons.
When the avengers disassembled in AA it was because Tony kept important secrets regarding the team’s and Earth’s well-being and safety. He was putting them in danger, running blindly into the unknown, and Steve gave him a few opportunities to amend that, and he knew that he was on thin ice, but still he didn’t.
Steve told him he couldn’t be in a team where he couldn’t trust the leadership, so he left, and Hulk, Falcon and Natasha left with him.
They formed two different teams, one lead by Tony and other by Steve ( who was working with shield ) and even though they weren’t on talking terms, they still worked together ( not merrily, there was a lot of angst between them ) to save the Earth.
MCU’s reason to disband was that they didn’t agree on the sokovia accords
( here’s how each Steve thinks about that btw )
I admit it makes a little sense given the government’s punishments, but it all went downhill in the moment the winter soldier came up.
Now, I understand that MCU’s reason to cause a civil war was much bigger than the accords, and their reactions weren’t so off given that the winter soldier was the murderer of Tony’s parents and Bucky was Steve’s best friend, so I’m not gonna comment on that because I myself couldn’t have done it better.
We all can understand that in the heat of the moment we don’t make rational decisions, and peace was not an option in the moment Tony discovered Steve knew almost everything from the beginning and didn’t tell him. ( that was a shitty-person move ) ( Steve totally took Tony’s trust, spat on it and threw it under a truck )
In the link above we can see this gif, which I think counts as a conclusion for this point.
6- STONY
This is the last point, and the one I’ve been looking forward to.
There’s no doubt AA’s Stony is full of sweet, playful banter, care, mistakes, amends, fun, trust and forgiveness.
AA’s stony is the home of gay!Tony and bi!Steve, the fluff one-shot. Mutual pining, best friends to lovers, idiots in love!
MCU’s is more of a bi!Tony, gay!Steve, angsty 300k slowburn. It’s the enemies to lovers version, full of hurt/comfort.
It completely depends on what you want, and that’s totally up to the viewer/reader.
( I personally love AA :)) )
AND THAT’S IT!! THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED-TALK!
This one is the friends-to-lovers, established relationship, fluff, one-shot version. The bi!Steve, gay!Tony version.
MCU’s Stony is the Angsty enemies-to-lovers and emotional hurt-comfort slow burn. The bi!Tony, gay!Steve version.
( credit to @dakt37 )
What you choose depends on what you like best, it’s simply a matter of preferences.
#avengers assemble#tony stark#stony#mcu#comparing#steve rogers#logan speaks#Logan talks#comics#marvel#hawkeye#black widow#natasha romanoff#clint barton#Thor#hulk#bruce banner#falcon#sam wilson#howard stark#iugh ydk how much I hate him#civil war#avengers endgame#credit where credits due#:)#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#gay gay gay gay
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I'd like to know more about Moggy and Harald! What made them realize they liked the other, and how did that confession happen? I did see you said on one of your comics that you may or may not share the story up to the confession as it was a long process, so if you'd prefer to not share, that's fine lol c:
Oh I am absolutely down to share some details. I'm mostly withholding information outside of asks because I might draw about it. But it's actually very easy to convince me to share OC lore, haha. And I am super duper happy whenever someone asks about the two~
Moggy and Harald took a while to realize they like each other and then another while to confess. They are Zealot and Psyker, natural enemies on the Mourningstar. Harald absolutely hates Zealotry and Moggy was very crowded by the other Zealots in the squad who saw Harald as no good. On top of that, Moggy has had NO relationship experience up until this point and Harald has gotten very very closed off from other people.
What caught their interest in each other at first was very simply put physicality and combat skill. Moggy is very impressive in combat and unstoppable in a fight while Harald can do some serious and impressive damage with his Psyker powers. Moggy was the first to admire Harald's flashy kills. She has always been curious, brought up more open minded and entered Zealotry pretty late so her stance towards Psykers was more of cautious curiosity. Her to her unknown latent Psyker abilities perhaps drawing her to them as well. And even simpler for Harald, tho he saw Moggy as an absolute airhead, he had to admit that Moggy was cute, strong and good looking.
The attraction ran deeper as they were ordered to be on more missions together. Moggy couldn't resist laughing along Harald's jokes and wit. They would often end up debating (or rather arguing) as well, trying to question each others world view or faith. Harald noticed that unlike the other Zealots, Moggy would actually consider what he said and he found himself doing the same.
Furthermore Moggy's wears her heart on her sleeve, it is very easy to read her mind and feelings, sth that Harald excels at. So he did catch that she had feelings hinting towards interest but Moggy goes through 50 billion emotions per second especially with the fact that she's inexperienced in love and supposed to avoid him, so it was very confusing for him to pick up what exactly she was feeling towards him. She was just as confused. And because Harald lacks tact and results to snarky behaviour as a defense mechanism as well as Moggy being a stubborn hot-head, whenever they could have a moment it resulted in someone storming off. But this strange circumstance brought Harald a sensation he thought long forgotten. He could share Moggy's excitement and happiness. Her alive and bright perspective lightened up his life.
The moment they realized beginning feelings in each other was the moment they opened up to each other about their past. Both initially viewed the other in arrogance and with prejudice but both of them also suffered numerous losses in their lives and sharing what they went through until now brought perspective and understanding. It showed them that they were more alike than they thought. It brought them closer. They began treating each other with more openess and respect, protecting each other, working together.
From then on it was two idiots trying to navigate their feelings. One absolutey inexperienced, the other trying very hard to deny true emotions. If at all, their emotions became more complex to deal with to them. And then there was public expectation of them remaining apart. Long story short, it was absolute "youthful" hilarity between them until the final moment that they realized that any day they could loose the other forever. They finally confessed to each other, a storm of feelings figuratively and literally shared between them. The most exhilarating experience. A deep happiness about mutual feelings.
I will draw some of these mentioned moments and more over time :3
#the willingness to open up to each other; listen and understand is what got them together~#oc harald#oc moggy#ask me anything#THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST; I AM HAPPY <3
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Charity Heist 6 - aka. Trapped in the Closet
A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist
Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader
Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?
Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.
Watch the trailer here
A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.
Y/N = Your Name
Start Here - Last - Next
You walked upstairs with the practiced calm confidence of someone who had pretended to belong in spaces they truly didn’t on multiple occasions. Your steps measured and your posture relaxed as you easily disappeared up and out of view of the partygoers with Dean following right behind you.
Luckily, the hallway on the second floor was empty of lingering mobsters or hired guns. Though you knew from experience that your luck could change at any point in time. Especially if you considered how the blueprints for the second floor had been less than complete, and how Sam wasn’t available to help with any other cameras other than those by the stairwell.
The second floor was the living quarters of the mobster and his family and, unlike the heavily surveillanced ground floor, there were no cameras up there according to Charlie and Sam’s earlier scans of the property. Which made sense...
Even mobsters valued their privacy.
If someone was lying in wait in one of the rooms, or if you needed a quick exit, your pretty much perfect plan would explode in your pretty, made up faces, taking with it covers and quite possibly lives.
Fuck…
That was why you didn’t like the mobster and organized crime types. They were just too reliant on bullets, knives and all other kinds of lethal toys. You preferred your toys to be of the more get-out-quick variety. Or at least of the restrain and question type. Since, hell, those had multiple possible uses… In- and outside of a heist.
Clearing your mind and refocusing on the hallway in front of you, you frowned. The hallway was deceptively long. Unless there was some sort of clue in the blueprints, you’d definitely have trouble finding the room you needed. That, and long hallways never made for good escape routes. Left you too open with only one way to go. Bullets traveled in straight paths, so you preferred corners or curves over minimalistic hallway designs.
Still, if downstairs could have bought you an island, upstairs seemed to promise more. The paintings that lined the hallway all looked real and, hell, from what you could tell at a glance, they were most likely worth a small country. Complete with an army to defend your borders. All housed, fed and dressed in a specially made “Black-ops by Gucci”-line designed just for you.
Looking behind you at Dean you caught the former soldier looking slightly lost in thought. His eyes seemingly resting on you, yet somewhat dazed. Lifting an eyebrow you turned to face him, your eyes on him seemingly snapping him out of his little reprieve quickly enough. Leaving the man looking slightly flustered, which in turn easily brought a smile to your lips, since this was the same man that could withstand torture and incapacitate groups of bad guys with nothing more than his hands and whatever he could find lying around.
Having him lost in thought over what was probably the immense treasure chamber of the hallway was amusing, having his eyes rest on you when he did so, even better. Even if he didn’t actually see you. Or at least didn’t see more than an asset with ninja skills and sticky fingers. Which in your own mind was a completely unfair view of your impressive resume. Your fingers could do much more than swipe whatever needed stealing if they were permitted to do so.
So, so much more.
Mentally clearing your throat you hid your dirty thoughts behind a veil of professionality as it now was Dean’s turn to smirk at your vacant look. Rolling your eyes at him you kept your mouth shut, unwilling to risk being heard by anyone from downstairs or in any of the rooms. Choosing instead to point in the direction of the closest room. You needed to find somewhere with four walls to openly ask Sam for some outside help and direction.
Dean’s smirk easily fell away as the hard as nails soldier came back and he nodded. Quickly taking up a more or less protective stance, which had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes again, as you reached for the doorknob and opened the door between one breath and the next. Empty.
Served him right for trying to show off.
Slipping into the room you pulled Dean along with you before gently closing the door. Your eyes firmly locked on the door and Dean as you held your breath listening for any sounds seeping in from the outside. Seemed the room was secure enough for you to talk. Not even the steady sounds of the party downstairs could be heard through the heavy wooden door.
“Any idea where we should start searching or are we out past the ‘here there be monsters’ part of the map again?” You asked Sam as soon as you were sure the coast was clear. Taking the more or less anticipated break in the conversation as Sam perused the blueprints as a chance to check the darkened room you were in. No lights, you couldn’t risk it, and with a quick look around the room you knew for certain you didn’t need to.
A bedroom.
What was it your dirty mind had told you on your way up the stairs? Upstairs meant bedrooms… Shit, and just as you’d managed to make yourself act professional again.
It was official; you were the butt of someone’s karmic joke.
Ignoring the big bed that acted as the centerpoint of the room you still allowed yourself a quick look around. Looked like a spare bedroom, or maybe a place for the guards to take quick power naps. The safe, or anything useful, was unlikely to be in there. Though you could see yourself finding several uses for that bed…
Damn it! You were a lost cause. If you were Alice, your rabbit hole would be pimped out like a porn set.
Focus.
Luckily, Sam’s voice in your ear brought you right back into work mode as he finally spoke up from where he’d been studying the less than perfect blueprints of the second floor.
“It’s hard to tell, but there are three rooms that seem interesting,” Sam said as you refocused your attention on the door while Dean did a quick check of the room. Your eyes and ears were so focused on the task at hand that you easily missed the way Dean wet his lip as he looked from you to the bed, indulging in thoughts not so different from yours.
“Explain them to me,” You said, closing your eyes to allow your mind's eye to paint the rooms inside your eyelids for you as Dean came back to watch the door and let you do your thing. Or like Charlie liked to think of it as: entering your Sherlock-esque mind palace. Though it was really only that you found it easier to think without all the visual distractions around you. Like the infuriatingly gorgeous soldier that was currently watching the door for you.
“First room seems pretty simple, but bigger, has a smaller room connected to it and what looks like reinforced walls... Second room is very small, I’d say just a bit bigger than a broom closet, except there is no clear entrance and again the walls are thicker. Space also seems to have its own supply of electricity and extra air vents,” Sam said, giving you all of the minor details he had to work with. Which in this case luckily was more than enough when someone with as keen an eye as Sam looked at it.
“And the third room?” You asked when you decided Sam had given you more than enough time to take in the information.
“Seems more normal than the others, large, normal walls, except for one that is slightly thicker. Only one door in, and facing the back of the house,” Sam said, easily adding lines to the images you were painting in your head.
Great, you had it. At least… You thought you had it.
“I chose door number three Monty,” You said with a grin as you opened your eyes and were met with Dean’s sharp ones. The big guy’s confident smile letting you know he’d followed your train of thought. Which was a damned miracle, considering yours was often more like a barely controlled train wreck than an actual valid commuter option.
“You sure? Door number two seems pretty good too,” Sam asked, yet he still seemed ready to build the plan based on your chosen door and the room beyond it if you stood by your choice. The question was more like that a game show host would ask to see if the contestant would change his or her mind.
“Yeah, it’s not gonna be in the bedroom or the panic room. It has to be in the last room,” You said with a shrug as you put your ear against the wall, frowning when you realized you couldn’t hear what was happening on the other side through the thick wooden doors even with the shell of your ear solidly against it.
Damn those rich people and their expensive, sturdy wood.
“How did…” Sam started from your ear as you motioned to Dean to give you the little toy Charlie had created for your birthday. A small handheld device that allowed you to interpret the vibrations through any wall, even reinforced steel ones.
“First room is large with all the walls reinforced and what’s most likely an attached bathroom, makes sense that it’s a bedroom. He’s a mob boss, the only time he’s vulnerable is when he’s sleeping,” Dean’s explanation cut off Sam’s question while you got to work attaching the little pads on your device to the door to listen through it.
Sure, you knew if you both gave the big guy a few more minutes he would’ve reached the same conclusion, but every second counted. And it wasn’t often you were one mental step ahead of the man.
Which meant you took every chance you got to brag and one-up him.
“Second is tiny, with its own supplies of electricity and air; clearly a panic room. Mob bosses fear for their lives on a daily basis. So, that leaves door number three, with only one slightly thicker wall and facing the back of the property. Hardest to get to,” You finished up, taking over the explanation with a cocky smirk that had Dean rolling his eyes. and probably had the younger Winchester rolling his as well, since the smirk was practically audible. Sticking your tongue out at Dean you pushed a loose lock of hair behind your ear, before putting the listening device to your ear to check if the coast was clear on the other side of the door.
“I guess that’s why we invited you to join us,” Sam said, seeming almost proud of your little display as you hid your own little smile at the compliment. When anyone else said something like that it wasn’t usually a compliment, considering your former invitations had been little more than kidnapping. But when it came from either of the three men who had asked you to join their group of the best in the world at criminal shenanigans?
Yeah, then it was a compliment.
“What? It wasn’t my winning personality and brilliant jokes? For shame Sammy,” You quipped back, earning a chuckle from Dean as you unfastened the cables and handed the little device back to him with a grin.
“Coast is clear,”
“Ok, let’s get this over and done with and blow this joint before they notice something’s wrong,” Dean’s voice was low, and all hints at earlier laughter gone as he easily flanked you. Getting ready to act if someone had inexplicably fooled the listening device, while you opened the door as gently as possible.
“Take it away Sam,” You whispered as you slipped out of the bedroom with ease. Letting Sam guide you towards door number three and what you hoped to find hidden within its walls.
Or at least within the one slightly thicker wall, at the back of the house.
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Door number three opened up to an office lounge space with a very 40s organized crime boss style decor. And boy, did you hit the jackpot. The room was not only full of more of that expensive home decor that definitely wasn’t bought at IKEA, but the files not locked away in any safes were more than enough to control a few very influential people.
Though, as Sam had unfortunately told you, several times before the party, you couldn’t add them, or any other trinkets, to your personal treasure pile. You had to be fast. And that meant you had no time to waste looking through the papers on the desk.
The actual safe however, wasn’t in as plain a sight as everything else. And while Dean checked the area surrounding the pool table, you kept looking at the wall that according to Sam was thicker than the others. Leaning up against the big, expensive mahogany desk as you looked for any hints of something being out of place.
“I bet I could beat you at pool,” Dean mused as you caught him moving just out of the corner of your eye and let his fingers run across the table’s edge. His sentence left hanging like that for a second as he bent down and placed one of Charlie’s nearly undetectable listening devices there.
“We should have a game sometime,” He added as he stood back up before moving to the next spot based on Sam’s earlier orders while you’d carefully traversed the hallway.
“You know I don’t do bets Dean. Money is more valuable to me in my pocket than in yours,” You huffed as you pushed yourself away from the table to study the portraits closer, looking for a seam in the wall or even one of those idiotic cliched wall safes that unfortunately a stupid amount of people chose to have.
“Wouldn’t need to be for money,” Dean said, his tone gaining that somewhat teasing edge you’d heard the flirt take with women in clubs and at soirees during cases. Not that knowing he did that to all the girls stopped you from getting a little weak at the knees.
“Clothes… Clothes could work too,”
“Sure Winchester, just get us out of here alive and I’ll do my utmost to leave you standing in the closest hole in the wall joint in nothing but your tighty whities,” You chuckled, using your wit as a shield to deflect the flirty tone over Sam’s groan.
“Not exactly what I had in mind, but I’m game if you are,” Dean grinned as he came closer to where you were standing. His hand had just reached out and opened one of the closets in the room when Sam and you both spoke at the same time.
“I got it, the safe…” You started in triumph, reaching for the easily missable thread low in the wallpaper before Sam’s words snapped you out of it.
“Guys, you’ve got company!” The urgency in his voice could only mean someone was coming upstairs. If the ‘guys’ he’d been referring to were your team members downstairs, his voice wouldn’t have had that panicked lilt. You’d planned for that.
The unplanned for, that was Sam’s true phobia. Well.. That and clowns. But you doubted any clowns had been invited to a party as fancy as this one… Other than Crowley that was.
“They’re headed upstairs, and I’d bet they’re coming your way,” There was a joke about strip heist betting in there somewhere, but you didn’t have time for it. Not if you wanted to avoid bullet holes or cement shoes.
“Do we have time to get out and into another room?” Dean asked, hand still on the closet door as he sized up the room. Green eyes hardened as he prepared to take on anyone who came through the office door. Even if it would blow your cover.
Dean’s role as a hitter in your little ragtag group meant he always jumped into the fray. Acting like a human shield to get the rest of you out of whatever hairy situation you’d gotten yourself into. Even if you didn’t just want him to protect you.
“No, the damned hallway is too straight. You won’t make it without being spotted,” Sam shot down the suggestion before the words even fully left the weapon specialist as you looked around the room. You’d have to forget about the safe for now, your main priority had to be getting out of the room alive. There was no way in hell you’d let yourself die in a room that looked like a movie set for a generic 1940s gangster flick.
Ewww.
“Windows are a no-go too, I saw guards outside back when we were scouting downstairs,” You whispered as you looked away from the thick curtains. What you needed wasn’t an exit. There were no easy ways out of the room; even access to the vents would take some pre-planning… No, what you needed was in the room, and with a bit of luck it would be enough.
“We need to hide,”
“Then do it now, they’re upstairs, I’ve lost visual,” Sam sounded increasingly worried from across the comms. His words mixed with the whispered worries of your other teammates as you crossed the room quickly over to Dean. Keeping your steps light and soundless even in your rush to stay safe.
Grabbing a hold of Dean’s hand you pulled the man with you and into your hiding place. The closet door closed with a soft click and hid you in the small space, just as the door to the office once more opened and invited the enemy inside.
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The closet was smaller than you had anticipated it to be, especially with the size of the rest of the damned place. There was barely enough space for both Dean and you to fit. Which left you plastered against Dean’s hard chest with his hands on your shoulders to keep you up and stop you from falling out and into the laps of the armed mafia on the other side or the door.
You were officially trapped in the closet.
But unlike the guns and ominous music of the thriller movie cliche, it felt more like the beginning of a poorly scripted erotica novel. Your body was heating up dangerously quickly from the close proximity of the man you shared the space with. Dean’s hands on your shoulders paired with the delicious feeling of his body against yours was damned near sinful.
It was like you were transferred into a high school flick and this was 7 seconds in heaven. If you forgot the fact that instead of rowdy teeangers, the people on the other side of the door were armed mafia… Didn’t stop your libido though. The damned thing had a mind of its own.
The world’s most useless superpower.
Dean’s fingers were electrifying on your bare shoulders and his arms seemed so damned strong. Fuck, this would have probably been good fodder for your imagination, but at the moment you were supposed to be keeping your mind clear. And the closeness of a certain Winchester made that damned near impossible.
You could feel his muscles working under the thin layers of clothing that separated you. Hear the breaths he tried to keep low and controlled. And smell the spiced leather scent of him off of his neck as you were forced to almost lean your head on his shoulder to stay hidden in the small office closet.
This wasn’t good. You’d barely been able to keep on your best behavior with Dean acting as your date all night, and the sudden forced closeness wasn’t helping. It was like teasing a ravenous beast with a five course meal.
You’d tried to keep your mind on the danger you were in, instead of the feel of Dean against you. Forcing your mind to focus on listening to the more or less cryptic conversation of the mobsters outside the closet door. Yet, as Dean’s thumbs started drawing circles on your bare shoulders, your hearing had short circuited together with the rest of your brain. The feel of his fingers, drawing patterns on your bare flesh, pulled your attention straight back to the man you were pressed up against.
His eyes weren’t on the door behind your back. No, they were on you. And even in the limited light that seeped in through the cracks from the now lit up office you could see the heat building in them. The barely contained something in his eyes causing your body to automatically burn hot. As if he was the ember to your dry branches and together you were a fucking forest fire.
Destructive, searing and out of control.
Catching your eye, Dean let his teeth graze his lip, using his tongue to soothe their path. Before his hands slid down from your shoulders to your arms and he pulled you, if such a thing was even possible, even closer to him. Allowing you to feel every inch of his trained body against you. All hard and soft in all the right places, and...
God, you wanted to kiss the bastard.
Unable to rein yourself back in, you rolled your hips against him. Feeling the undeniable bulge pressed against your hip that meant he shared, if nothing else, some of your sexual attraction. The feel of him almost made you whimper as you bit your lip to keep the sound in and looked up at the man who still held you against him by your bare upper arms. Letting your teeth release your lip, you replaced them with a flash of pink. Your tongue wet your lips in anticipation as you hoped, prayed, that, even with everything that was going down outside the door, the soldier would screw protocol and just fucking kiss you. You needed it, like you needed air.
Dean Winchester was fucking addicting. A damned drug you sure as hell wouldn’t mind indulging in at that exact moment. Even if it could end up being the last bad decision you ever made.
Catching your non-verbal cue, green eyes dipping to your lips, Dean smirked. But, unlike his usual ‘I told you so’-smirks, this one hinted at the weapon’s specialist finding pleasure in the situation. Liking the fact that he was in control, not only of what was happening, but of you and your lust. He enjoyed watching you squirm, and fuck if that didn’t just turn you on even more.
Swallowing the need to beg you let your eyes do it for you. Still acutely aware that the situation didn’t really lend room for verbal displays of need. Hell, you knew that this whole damned thing was most likely just fueled by adrenaline, not hearts, yet you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t help but want him.
So, you just held your breath. Watching, as if mesmerized, as Dean wet his lips and almost painfully slowly lowered his head until his full lips were nearly touching yours. So close, yet so frustratingly far away from where you wanted them. You wanted to lean in, needing to taste him and break this strange, sexual tension.
Yet, before you could even move an inch closer Sam was in your ear again.
“Ok, they seem to be back downstairs, it’s safe… For now,” Sam’s voice broke through the white noise that had filled your head once your libido took over.
Hell, you hadn’t even noticed the mobsters leaving the office. You were just that focused on Dean. The unwelcome interruption left you nearly cursing the younger Winchester. Sure, he had no camera’s upstairs, so it wasn’t his fault but still… You’d been so fucking close. Why couldn’t he have waited just one more minute?
Still, it meant you could finally get out of the claustrophobic closet and breathe again.
Dean however didn’t seem to share your sentiment. His hands still safely around your upper arms, locking you in place as he spoke, still so fucking close to kissing you.
“Damn it Sammy,” Dean’s groan was barely a whisper, his breath hot against your lips, yet you knew Sam heard him well enough. Still, though you didn’t like the idea of leaving those damned soft lips unkissed, you knew it was probably for the best. Sammy had saved you, though it felt very much like the opposite at that very moment.
It was a high stakes situation, and the adrenaline…
To people in your line of not-so-legal work it was often the best aphrodisiac.
That rush of danger had a nasty tendency of pulling bodies together through pure stupidity and strained nerves instead of lavender coloured emotions. Especially in near death situations where stupidity and instinct easily triumphed over logical thinking. And you’d rather not be a one night stand.
‘Better to have loved and lost’ was a stupid fucking saying made by people who wasn’t as achingly familiar with loss as you were.
Dean had probably reacted to the closeness and the rush of danger, just as much as you’d reacted to the rush of him. So, though part of you still wanted to curse Sam, an increasingly large part of you realized the younger Winchester probably saved you from a mistake you couldn’t turn back from.
Dean Winchester, in any fashion that wasn’t as your coworker and literal partner in crime, was best kept in your dirty thoughts and imaginative daydreams.
“No choice, I know you didn’t get to finish up the search upstairs, but we need to get the hell outta dodge,” Sam shot back at his older brother. Clearly misinterpreting Dean’s words and what the older hunter had hoped to finish.
Looking away from Dean you took a step back. The job always came first. With a deep breath and some less than exciting thoughts about math, you turned awkwardly in the limited space. Pushing the door open as he let go of you to let you step out of your hiding spot. Leaving the memories of the almost kiss buried in the closet, you forced our mind to refocus on the heist.
Your eyes focused on the barely-there seam in the wall that hid the safe. Just to keep your eyes off of Dean’s. Though you could feel the dark green burning into your bare back. You had the safe location, even if you would have preferred to check out what type of setup it was before leaving. Still, with your mind a muddled mess from the heat of Dean’s body pressed against yours, you feared you wouldn’t be able to focus on safe types anyway.
Hell, focusing on anything was near impossible. At least past your desperate attempts at pretending that Dean’s touch wasn’t burned into your skin. Something that came much easier as Charlie’s slightly panicked voice came in over the ear piece.
“It’s a social situation guys. I repeat… A social situation. I talk to computers, not people. Cas, someone, rescue me,” Your best friend hissed the words from somewhere on the ground floor. Sounding increasingly panicked, though you knew she was trying her hardest to hide it. The mental image easily teased a chuckle out of both Sam and you, though Dean stayed silent behind you.
“Alright, Castiel, you go rescue Charlie. Once you have her, follow the plan and get out. (Y/N), Dean; I’ll walk you through the upstairs part and keep an eye on the ground floor cameras for you to get back down. Then we follow the plan. Easy exit. No big goodbyes,” Sam said as you walked towards the door without looking back at the still silent Dean, though you could feel his eyes on you. Red hot embers ghosting down the length of your spine and making your breath stick in your throat. Forcing you to swallow, hard, to keep some semblance of your professionalism in place.
Your heart wasn’t reinforced anywhere near as well as the panic room in the damned mafia fortress, and you were unsure if you could handle whatever you saw in those green eyes if you were to turn around. So, instead you took the coward’s way out by asking Sam possibly the most obvious question you could.
“So what’s next?” You asked as you reached the door. Stopping only to straighten out your appearance in the mirror next to it and use your thumb to correct the lipstick you had smudged with your teeth and tongue. Before lifting the same trembling hand further to push a loose strand of your updo behind your ear.
“Next… Next we take ‘em down,”
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hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters + Ninja Storm or Beyond the Grid; Cam & Marah & Kapri
I actually love and adore this relationship!
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If asked, Cam couldn't tell you why he'd chosen to take Marah and Kapri in. He knows that Dustin had pulled him aside not long after they'd found the pair in the aftermath of the battle. He knows that Dustin had said, "I still see good in her, Cam," and Cam had believed the sencerity in Dustin's eyes. He knows that Marah and Kapri have the training to be good ninjas, but not the proper needle in their moral compasses. Cam knows that Lothor may have been disowned from the Mori family, but Kara (his father's sister) was not and Marah and Kapri are his counsins. He knows that Shane, Tori, and Dustin had been on board with giving them second chances.
Cam knows that his team backs him 100%, even against their own students. Hunter and Blake's words don't mean much to the kids at the Wind Ninja Academy, but the title of Power Ranger goes far enough.
It's night time when it happens.
Hunter and Blake are out of Ninja Ops, of course. Hunter’s teaching his classes and Blake's busy with Factory Blue. Shane, Tori, and Dustin were already asleep- already in bed. Cam was up late taking care of some paperwork, so his father didn't have to. Sitting in Ninja Ops and doing paperwork isn't unlike doing his school work while waiting for the computer to finish scanning the area, not unlike bouncing ideas of Cyber Cam while Cam twists a guitar pick between his fingers or files with the amulet around his neck.
"Cam?" calls Marah softly.
Fuck.
"You down here?"
Cam puts down his papers and looks up. Sure, Marah and Kapri are regular- good- ninjas now, but he's still hesitant to let them into Ninja Ops, into the heart of his home, into a place of safety for him, Shane, Tori, and Dustin.
Still, he can't just... Well, maybe he could-? Ah, who was he kidding?
"If you're going to be loud, could you do it outside?" Cam says back, standing as his wayward cousins slip silently down the stairs. He turns to face them. "There are people trying to sleep in here."
Marah comes over quickly, fitting herself to Cam's side as if he and she were conjoined. Ironically, they're the same age, born not long apart. It wasn't hard to imagine them to be twins. Not for Cam, at least.
"Sorry," Marah breaths. "Couldn't sleep."
"She insisted on coming to find you," Kapri says. She grabs Cam's wrist, which would've made Cam freeze in shock a few months ago and send her flying last year. Now he just lets it happen. Kapri doesn't show her emotions as a typical human does. Kapri is stoic and quiet.
She tugs gently on Cam's sleeve. It's the green hoodie Dustin got him a while back, one that Cam loves and adores. Kapri, knowing this, is very gentle when she tugs and tugs.
Cam takes the hint of what Kapri wants- what she won't say, what she's testing- and wraps his arms around her shoulders. "It's fine," he says, squeezing gently. "I'm here for whenever."
Eventually, the cuddle puddle gets moved to the small couch area for when Cam's dizziness proves too much for him. None of them say a thing in the morning, but Cam still finds his cousins in Ninja Ops far more often.
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Yang Xiao Long: A Look At Emotional Repression
(and how it may play into Volume 9)
So I made this post the other day and hadn’t completely figured out how to form my half baked thoughts into an actual theory yet but I think I’ve finally got it down.
Strap in this is a long one.
Now, as I mentioned in the original post, I think it’s highly likely that Yang has the same medical condition as Klein that makes it so his eyes change color based on his emotions. Unlike Klein, however, I believe that Yang’s trauma has caused her to repress her emotions to the point that her eyes barely change color unless she’s using her anger as a way of igniting her Semblance.
Now, before digging further into this theory, I want to introduce (or re-expose) you to Plutchik’s Flower of Emotions, as I’m going to reference it in relation to the three colors we have seen Yang’s eyes turn so far (yes I said three).
Now, we’ve already seen Yang’s eyes change color numerous times in the show, but it’s almost always been them turning red when she becomes or makes herself become angry. Which makes sense, since out of all the emotions that exist, anger is one of the safest ones to feel, especially when you’re a traumatized teenager just trying to survive existing.
In fact, many people use anger as a mask for their fear… and when you live in a world where terrifying monsters are trying to kill everyone, there’s a pseudo-goddess trying to destroy the world(?), and you’ve got abandonment issues up the wazoo…. yeah there’s a lot to be scared about.
The second color we see her eyes is her (supposed) natural color, which is purple. What’s interesting with purple is that it represents loathing, disgust, and boredom… which might in the surface level seem like a strange set of emotions to be heavily tied into Yang’s everyday eye color but we’ve seen in canon the depths of her own self-loathing and how that effects her decision making — there’s a reason that she’s willing to throw herself between others and danger without a second thought, after all.
In Volume 2 when they’re discussing their dreams for the future Yang seems disgusted with her own lack of direction in life, and while we didn’t go into too much depth in Volume 8, Ren does make it clear that all the bravado she puts on is just a front. And while he’s specifically reassuring her it’s okay to be scared, she isn’t always walking into a death trap the size of a whale (ha ha) when putting up her walls.
Now, the last color we see Yang’s eyes turn is orange, which is fascinating both due to when it happens but also because of what it represents; vigilance, anticipation, and interest.
Yang’s orange eyes show up at the end of Volume 7 during Team RWBY’s fight against the Ace Ops (below). What’s interesting about this is that her and Blake’s fight vs Elm and Vine is arguably one of Yang’s best fights in terms of keeping a level head and fighting strategically (the only other fight I can think of that competes is her and Blake vs Adam).
This is also one of the few fights versus other people where team RWBY absolutely dominates. Normally if their fights with other people there’s a lot more back and forth but between the Ace Ops struggling to fight without their lucky charm and fighting amongst themselves and Team RWBY having the superior teamwork, the whole fight’s just a wipe. And even if it wasn’t, for basically the first time since the Vytal Festiva, their opponents aren’t trying to kill them or even maim them (for the most part *cough*Harriet*cough*} so the personal stakes are a lot lower.
So it would make sense why Yang isn’t relying on her fear masking anger here. She and Blake are totally in sync with each other, and have already destroyed Vine and without a word shared between them they’ve almost defeated Elm... so for once when Yang activates her Semblance she's not desperately trying to end the fight to protect the team... she's anticipating the final blow after remaining vigilant enough during the fight to pull off the whole “defeating our opponents without talking” thing she and Blake pull off.
Plus, while it might have played a slightly smaller role during the fight itself, Yang is interested in Blake, and the two of them were, as mentioned above, in perfect sync the entire fight.
Important to note with this one that (I believe) CRWBY has said this was just an animation choice in Volume 7. I believe that this is false for two reasons. 1. Earlier in the Volume when Yang’s eyes previously went red they were undeniably red (below) and 2. it wouldn't be the first time that CRWBY accidentally revealed something that was meant for a later Volume and chalked it up to an animation error... that’s what happened in Volume 1 when they accidentally showed that Penny was a robot.
How does this tie into Yang’s arc in Volume 9? Well, after falling to her death Therapy Island, with the rest of Team RWBY, this Volume is set up to be the perfect opportunity for each of the girls to address their emotional issues, particularly Yang and Ruby, who unlike Blake and Weiss did not resolve their personal arcs in Volumes 4-7.
And while Ruby’s mounting breakdown has been pretty obvious, Yang’s has been building slower, quieter, and over a much long period of time (likely since pre-Beacon even) and is likely going to take a lot of people off guard cause she’s really good at hiding how messed up she is inside.
And oh boy, am I excited to see those walls come crashing down.
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