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holden-caulfield · 2 years

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Scary Tall Man

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REQUESTED: "heyy, if requests are open could i have a darkling and reader?? shes considerably shorter than him and he loves teasing her about it?? but when someone else does it hes like "no shes perfect HoW darw YoU??" and its just cute and fluff? Thanks love!!"

SUMMARY: aleksander loves to tease the reader but when someone else does it, he's ready to defend her.

PAIRING: the darkling x shortgrisha!reader

WARNINGS: slight bullying i think??

WORD COUNT: 1356

"We'll travel in my coach." He stated, walking alongside you.

Your hand rested leisurely in the crook of his elbow, giving you one more reason to be so close to him. Not that you needed any, he never minded it, always offering his arm to you whenever you strolled together.

It was a common habit of you, afternoon walks together in the little palace, when neither of you had to work. He was the general, and yet he seemed to always find the time for your walk.

You usually discussed of all different and varied topics, from how good he'd look in something that wasn't black to how ridiculous it would be because he's The Darkling and he couldn't just change it. It always made him laugh, your feistiness when it came to that particular topic. And it always made you laugh, how he was able to always win the argument by kissing your lips, so delicately, so passionately, that you forgot about it until the next walk, where you would have proposed him to wear a lighter shade of grey, just to change things a little.

Now, however, you were discussing your imminent trip: he had to travel to the border and he had proposed you to go with him. It wasn't anything serious, he had asked you to accompany him because you were one of the most skilled grisha in the little palace. Both of you knew though that that wasn't the only reason: by accompanying him, the two of you would have spent time together, and would have been able not to let go of your daily strolls.

"Why by coach? It's not professional for me to travel in the general's coach." You interrupted him. Yours wasn't a secret relationship, but if a common grisha travelled with the general on a work mission, that would have seemed unfair.

"How else could you travel then?" He asked, confused.

You shook your head. "By horse?" You counterasked, raising your eyebrows in question.

"But darling, the little palace doesn't have ponies, you know it."

You smacked his arm away, shocked by his statement. He simply chuckled then offered his hand again, which you gladly took despite his silly remarks. "I think i'm perfectly capable of riding normal-sized horses, thank you very much."

"I'm sure you can ride them, i'm just afraid we would have to find a very tall ladder to help you up." He said, not looking at you. He had that stupid smile on his lips, the one he always tried so hard to refrain when he teased you, the one that always crept up on his face anyway; the one you loved. "And not even our best fabrikator could make a ladder so tall."

You rolled your eyes at him and stopped him, looking up at him. "You are not funny at all, you know?"

You tried very hard to be serious, but after seeing his own smile, you couldn't help but smile too.

"I'm not being funny, i'm being serious. You could hurt yourself trying to get up on a horse," he said, bending slightly to look in your eyes. "I just don't want you to get hurt, my love."

"Oh please, as if you were the tallest man in Ravka." You retorted, lifting yourself on your tippy toes to throw your arms around his neck.

"Darling, i know children taller than you. Children." He repeated, encircling your waist and bringing you just a little closer to him.

You were about to retort when he lowered even more to take your lips in his and, just like that, he had won again. But it didn't sting so much to let him win when he kissed you like that.

It was the morning of the trip, and you were already waiting outside of the palace. The shiny black coach of the general was there, waiting just like you for The Darkling to arrive.

Beside you stood several other grisha, chosen by the general to accompany him on the mission: mostly heartrenders and etheralki, one healer and a fabrikator. You doubted that kind of journey required that many grisha, but it never hurt to be a little more cautious.

A horse's bridle was held in everyone's hands, you weren't excluded. Aleksander had teased you about it, but he would have never let you ride in his own coach. Although you were sure that if you had asked gently, maybe used his same technique and laid a sweet kiss on his lips, he would have never been able to say no.

As you waited, you decided to check your own horse, making sure everything was perfect for the trip.

"Hey Y/n, are you sure you're gonna use that horse?" Asked one of the etheralki, an inferni.

You brought your gaze on him, furrowing your brows. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"I was just wondering how you're gonna get up on that one, want me to help you out?" He asked, smirking.

You smiled politely, shaking your head. "I think i can manage, thank you."

"Since when can you fly, Y/n? Thought you weren't a squaller." He continued.

Your smile tightened. You knew you were short, and you didn't mind the teasing. You didn't mind it when it came from Aleksander, whom you knew would have never really judged you on something as stupid as height. It irked you a little, however, when it came from the inferni, who wasn't even that much taller than you.

"I can't fly, but i can do this very cool thing called climbing, works miracles." You said, and quietly returned to your previous task, checking the horse.

The inferni didn't seem to let go; he stepped closer to you, leaning on the saddle with his elbows and looking down at you. "I could ask Irina to make you a ladder or something, that might help you."

He flashed that smile that did nothing to hide the obvious amusement behind his words, that smile that immediately made you understand just how much fun he was having from belittling you. You felt your anger rising inside of you.

"Or i could cut your legs in half and then ask Irina to help you out, would you like that?" You didn't have time to reply because someone had already done so for you.

You noticed a figure, tall and black towering over the inferni. He turned around and just like that his smirk, so full of superiority, turned into a blank expression, his face loosing all that smugness in a blink of an eye.

"I asked if you would like that. You should answer." Repeated Aleksander, staring down at the man with such a look you never hoped to receive in your life. You almost felt pity for the inferni now. Almost.

"N-no. I would not." He managed to let out.

"Then i'd suggest leaving now that you still have your legs."

The inferni moved as quick as lightning, returning to his place, shoulders now slumped, smaller even than you now that he had been stripped of all his confidence.

"Are you okay?" Asked Aleksander, his features completely changed; anger turned into something softer, sweeter, only for you.

"Totally, i was just about to show him how well i can punch from down here." You stated, smiling at him.

He circled the horse to find himself in front of you, towering over your small figure. But you didn't mind it, not when it was him.

"Next time you should do it, although i doubt there'll be a next time."

"Thanks to you, i doubt he'll even attempt speaking again. I think you scarred him for a lifetime." You chuckled as you leaned onto him.

"Good," he said, lowering to place a chaste kiss on your lips before your departure.

"Would you have really cut his legs?" You asked jokingly.

He stared into your eyes, serious. "If he tries that again, i don't think it's gonna be a choice."

"Scary tall man." You simply uttered against his lips. He smiled, kissing you again one last time before leaving you to climb your horse.

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mooleche · 5 years

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A Story of Ink and Venom - Chap. 6

A/N - Another long chapter, forgive me! Just a forewarning that there’s death involved and blood! But this is where the fun really begins! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Just be ready.

Those words hung in my head all day, invading my thoughts like a swarm of angry bees that refused to let up. I sat in class staring blankly ahead, the professor's words going in one ear and out the other as he attempted to teach, but the class was alive with whispers of what happened last night.

“I heard it had, like, 3 rows of teeth,” a girl nearby whispered. Her friend gave a small gasp in response.

“I heard it got ahold of someone and pulled them apart like a mozzarella stick-” another voice, male this time, murmured with amusement into the sea of whispers. A noise of disgust followed with the sound of someone slapping his arm in response.

“Augh, don’t be gross!”

I grimaced and tried to focus on my drawing again, feeling my discomfort return as I saw the piece I had been absentmindedly working on throughout the period. It was of the creature from last night, eyes narrow with excitement and mouth set in that terrifying toothy grin it had revealed before-

A loud snap erupted in the room and I looked down to find my pencil now broken in two. My hands, hidden once more by their gloves, were now shaking and my breath labored as I emerged from my trance. Looking back up I saw that half the class was staring at me now, surprise etched on some faces, disgruntled looks on others as I had interrupted their concentration. Ahead of me, the professor looked surprised, starting towards me with concern on his weary face.

“Is something wrong, Miss Knight?”

“No, I... Sorry…,” I hesitated, taking to shoving my belongings in my bag and hightailing it out of the room before he could question me further. It wasn’t like I was going to miss anything that he had said anyway as class was almost over. Hearing all the rumors was just...getting to me. They hadn’t been there, it was only reasonable that this would have been the talk of the town today. But it also meant reliving it, something I wasn’t ready to reconnect with so soon.

Exiting the building I was greeted by the onslaught of rain the sky had been threatening to come down all day. By the time I was halfway back I was soaked, my thoughts immediately turning to Queen and how she was fairing in this weather. I picked up the pace, cursing as I realized I hadn’t had enough time to toss on the cover I had before leaving. Now I risked a wet butt on the journey home later tonight.

What was usually a 10-minute walk now felt like ages as I watched the clouds darker and more ominous overhead. But something also felt off, strange, as I trekked across campus to get back to the safety of the labs. It felt like someone was watching me, a feeling that only intensified as I dared to turn around only to be met with fellow peers hurrying to get out of the rain. I risked standing still to search who, or what, could have been me stalking in this weather but found nothing but droplet covered glasses in return. Now even more on edge, I hurried for the familiarity of the office building, fishing frantically for my keycard.

Suddenly the door swung open with Barry beckoning me in on the other side. Seeing his short, stout figure again after so many hours had me flabbergasted, yet relieved.

“You’re still here?” I blurted in surprise, a deep chuckle erupting from him at my question.

“Ah yeah, and it’s a good thing too because I managed to save ol’ Queenie there before it got too bad. Hope you didn’t mind me poking around,” he added sheepishly as I turned an looked outside. Now behind the safety of the door, I saw that Queen had been covered to avoid the rain and I turned back to him with a relieved smile.

“How could I mind when you did me a huge solid?”

“Aww, it was nothin’, it’s been slow today due to the storm. Renato asked if I could stay a few extra hours today, and you know I can’t say no to him after all he’s done for me,” he admitted as we took to the stairs to meet him.

It was then that I remembered the strange relationship they shared that was similar to mine and many others. Barry’s wife was also a mutant. He didn’t voice this often. Not because he wanted her to be kept a secret - he was anything but quiet when expressing his admiration for his wife - but because it was hard to trust people with something like that. Hell, he still didn’t know that I was one. To him, I was still just Renato’s trusty courier who only found out about his wife after a surprise delivery to his home. I’d say it made us closer but Barry was just a friendly old man to begin with, so much so that he was an employee favorite here in the building.

He now looked at me with his big bushy brows and frowned. “Are you alright, Miss Knight? You know, from last night...” he asked gently as we headed down the stairs side by side. I was so caught up in the moment prior that for a second I had forgotten the worries of last night. Seeing him watch me with worry etched into his features now I shrugged and offered a weak smile.

“I’m about as alright as I can be currently,”

“Sometimes that’s all we can manage, and that’s okay,” he reassured me as we stepped into Renato’s lab. I went to nod in agreement but was cut short as I saw the condition of the room, now barren of any proof that he had ever worked here. All that remained was Leviathan’s ominous tank in the corner of the room and a box of what looked like science knick-knacks that sat at his desk that lacked even his trusty computer.

“What the hell…?” I whispered in awe as we wandered farther into the room. It had been clean before, but now it was pristine. Beside me, Barry seemed just as surprised.

“Professor said he’d be taking a bit of a break from here but I didn’t think it’d be like this,” he whistled, his attention turning to the tank that he now eyed with curiosity. “I do wonder how he’ll be handling this though...”

“Hey Barry, don’t do that-”

“Yes Barry, I wouldn’t advise it,” Renato’s voice ran in the air, both of our startled appearances turning to find his lanky frame juggling an umbrella and drinks in one hand while the other held a bag from the coffee shop across the street. I hurried over to help him from painting his lab coat with what smelled like coffee and he gave a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Figured you hadn’t eaten yet. And a coffee for you,” he murmured softly as he removed a styrofoam cup from its holder to present to Barry who accepted graciously.

“Trying to win us over with food,” I teased as he rummaged through the bag to present a fancy salmon bagel in my direction. As many questions as I had for him, I couldn’t deny the fact that I hadn’t eaten since last night, my stomach protesting in agony in case I forgot. My joking facade changed as I noticed his hand now shaking and I frowned up at him. “Have you slept at all since we last spoke?”

“Haven’t had the time, I wanted to be sure I was ready when you arrived…,” he admitted softly before attempting to stifle a yawn.

I scowled at this. “Listen, man, as much as I’d love for you to return as soon as possible, I think it’s safe to say you’re in need of a nap before coming back,”

“I’m inclined to agree with Miss Knight,” Barry joined in, bushy mustache twitching as he took a sip of his coffee. “No offense. Hughes, but you look like hell,” he admitted while shuffling past him and giving him a gruff pat on the shoulder. “Give me a holler when you’re about to leave, I’ve gotta make rounds. ‘Preciate the coffee!”

I watched with an amused smile as he stumbled forward, clearly too tired to brace himself for the gesture before he scowled to no one in particular. Whether it was because Barry had used his first name or that he had to accept how tired he was I didn’t know. What I did know was that he now knew we were right, he just didn’t want to admit it.

Hearing his name mentioned caught my attention as well, especially when that man, Phobus, had called him something else earlier. They hadn’t matched.

Something was off about it.

“So Hughes, huh? I feel like I need to put this under the ‘Things I’m Not Supposed to Know’ files.” I joked carefully, watching him saunter towards his last box before halting and turning to me. Despite looking tired he was suddenly on guard.

“I trust you to keep that to yourself,”

“I mean obviously, though I guess I have to ask: Why are you so secretive about it? And that name that the creep used, Darw-”

“Don’t,” he interrupted in a stern tone before I could even get it out. I looked at him in surprise, taken aback at how quick he was to dismiss the name before and how rapidly the atmosphere of the room had changed.

Seeing my face he sighed and removed his glasses. “That’s a name I don’t use anymore and I would prefer not to speak of it,”

“Ah. Right, I get it. Sorry,” I apologized quickly, watching his demeanor change from uncomfortable back to weary at my words. As much as I wanted to leave it alone it only seemed to raise more questions in me. Why did the name bring him so much grief? And why did this man Phobus go to such trivial lengths to get back to him? None of it was making sense.

I jumped as Renato’s hand squeezed my shoulder and brought me back. He was now staring down at me with red, exhausted eyes before cracking a faint smile.

“I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially considering the circumstances, but do you think you can wait a little longer to hear my story?”

“This better be a good background story if I’ve got to babysit that from some edgelord science freak coming to take Levi,” I smirked while nodding towards the tank. The fear from earlier began to creep back slowly even mentioning it because I knew what lurked inside. Renato looked at the tank and sighed heavily in response. As much as I had reamed him for what he had done he seemed to be his own worst enemy from his earlier actions.

“It’s one for the books,” he responded softly before he began to gather his remaining things. He hung by Levi’s tank with a solemn look on his face before turning to me and studying me.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Barry is more than capable of keeping an eye out,” he offered once more. A rumble of thunder rolled above us and I shrugged my shoulders, pointing to the ceiling.

“One, if anything is going to keep freakazoid away it’s going to be the storm. Two, I think Levi is more of a threat than him this point, but my point still stands. Go do what you need to do, we’ll hold down the fort here and for the love of God take a nap! Can’t have you blasting through the building because you decided to sleep at the wheel…,” I added, playfully easing him to the door before he dug his heels against the tile to stop only to release a sigh of annoyance.

“Hold on, Nina. There’s something about him you need to know. Phobus isn’t a man to be listened to or have your guard down around, not even for a second-”

“Alright, alright. You done yet?” I asked, rather crossed now. I knew he was trying to prepare me for the worst but I don’t think he realized the fear he was building in his desperate attempts to warn me. He rolled his eyes and nodded reluctantly, shifting with his box as he inched slowly out of the sliding doors.

“Fine. I’ll be back as soon as possible and then it’s straight to Xavier's School-”

“Hang on,” I stopped him, tugging him back by his lab coat to playback what he had just said. “Charles Xavier?”

“Yes,”

“And you’re going to his School for Higher Learning?”

“Yes, Nina. Is there something wrong with that?” he asked, confusion melding into his tone. My stomach gave a jolt of excitement at the confirmation. If he was going maybe I could-

I shook the thought away.

“No, nothing. I just didn’t know you knew him like that...,” I answered quickly before he could suspect the actual reasoning behind my sudden interrogation. He frowned at this and seemed to drift off into thought.

“I swear I told you that was where my colleague resided. His lab is miles ahead of mine so it’s only logical to go there to get answers,” he added with a hint of envy before shaking his head and backing out of the room once more. “Regardless, I’ll be able to discuss more once he’s in safer care. Remember, don’t uncover him unless it’s necessary and keep your phone handy-”

“I got it, don't feed the gremlin after midnight, don't collect $200, yadda yadda, just get outta here, man!" I called, already making myself a spot at one of the tables as I peeled off my gloves and hoodie to dry, donning a damp black tank top underneath.

I took to setting up my phone to play some music while I unpacked my belongings, determined to keep my mind off of the lurking sensation of fear that grew in the corner that was Levi’s tank. It was fine, I reassured myself, everything was going to be fine. Barry was here in case anything happened, my phone was charged and I had things to keep me busy. All I had to do was hunker down for the night and await Renato’s valiant return.

That had been almost 5 hours ago.

I now stood in the middle of the room holding a golf ball size ball of ink running it around my palm as Bambi made a noise of disgust over the speaker.

“Seriously? Pulled apart like a mozzarella stick? Ugh,” she groaned as I recounted what happened earlier in the day. I had only lasted an hour by myself before boredom took over and I called, since then we had managed to talk about everything an nothing. Pulling apart the ball like slime I smiled at the sudden silence.

“You’re thinking about mozzarella sticks now, aren’t you?” I asked.

There was a moment of silence before she begrudgingly whispered ‘Yes,’ and I snickered. This was why we were best friends. She was always able to turn a bad moment good, and that’s what I needed most right now.

“Now hold on,” she started, her tone turning serious suddenly. “Renato told you he was going to Xavier’s mansion and you didn’t offer to go with him??” she asked earnestly as I rolled the ink sludge back into a ball and chucked it at the nearby wall. I fully expected it to come bouncing back, hoping somehow the hammer had just been a fluke. Instead, it shattered against it like a crystal and I cursed under my breath.

“Uh, yeah. What was I going to say? ‘Hey I have the hots for a professor there and I want to tag along’?”

“That’s exactly what you say! He owes you after this, especially after hearing about that guy. What was his name again?”

“Phobus. And...you’re not wrong,” I agreed as I pressed my hand against the floor where the shattered pieces lied to summon the ink back, risking one more attempt to work on my control. As much as I was now uncomfortable with the idea of doing any more superhero shenanigans the fact that my weapon had broken so easily rubbed me wrong. It meant I was getting weaker, and that was something I couldn’t afford to happen. “I just think it’s bad timing is all,”

A soft impatient sigh came from Bambi as I began to roll up another ball.

“Time isn’t real, Neeners, just ask half the villains that try and take over this stupid city. That said, can you please go ask this man out so I can hear the deets on what he’s packing?” She asked as I reared my arm back and gave a hefty swing forward. The question took me so off guard that I only had a moment to ask ‘What?’ before feeling the ball smack into the side of my head.

The bright side was that my powers weren’t weakening. The bad side was that it hurt like hell to find out. I heard the lab's doors slide open and Barry’s hurried footsteps amidst Bam’s laughter. His worried voice followed.

“Knight? You alright?? What in the world happened?”

“Didn’t expect that to bounce back so hard…” I admitted embarrassingly as I straightened myself. The ball was nowhere to be found now and Barry took my arm to sit me down in a nearby chair to fix myself. I tried to smile and ignore Bambi’s snickering in the background but inside I wanted to die from embarrassment. “What’s up? Any update?”

“‘Fraid not. It’s just gettin’ a bit late and it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Thought maybe he had given you an update so I came down to ask. Glad I did,” he chuckled softly while checking his watch, his brows narrowing at the time. I looked at my screen to find it was now nearing 10:30. Everyone else had been well gone by now, gone to try and beat the thick of the storm. We watched as the overhead lights flickered as they had been since the storm worsened and I shook my head, the uncertainty creeping on me again. Before I could sink any deeper into my paranoia he took one of my hands, brows raised high as he inspected my fingertips and I froze. “What’s going on with your hands? Are you alright?”

“Ahh, charcoal project, that’s all!” I answered quickly, motioning to my supplies that lay scattered across the table. He seemed hesitant to believe me at first, as there was no charcoal drawing to back up my reasoning, but eventually gave up on whatever hypotheticals he had and nodded.

“You kids and your projects. I better not see any of that on the wall,” he scolded playfully, using his best dad tone before looking hesitant. “You sure he hasn’t said anything?”

I shook my head in response.

“Nothing. I’m sure he’ll be back soon though, maybe he just forgot to set an alarm or something,” I tried to reassure him, nudging him playfully. He only shrugged in return.

“I sure hope so, I was hoping to see Jodie before she headed to bed. Ah well, holler if you need me, alright? I’m gonna do one more sweep around the building,” he smiled as he headed for the doors. I nodded and waved, a sigh of relief leaving me as he departed once more. As soon as he was out of sight I scrambled to toss my hoodie back on, grimacing at the slight dampness to it but relieved that I could once again hide my hands.

“That was close…” I whispered as I took to the floor to search for the magical ball that had succeeded in not smashing on impact. Bam seemed less than enthused at the conversation that had taken place.

“He’s not back yet? Isn’t that a little worrisome?”

“Like everything, except for science, Renato is really bad about contact. I’m sure he just forgot to tell us he was on the way back,” I reasoned, trying to keep my own morbid theories at bay.

She did not seem so convinced. “And you’re sure you don’t want us to come? I mean Ava’s out...doing Ava things and Benni is doing...questionable Benni things on her computer but I’m totally ready, just as soon as I get this face mask off...and put on some clothes…”

“Bam I’m fine, really,” I laughed, a noise of victory escaping me as my sights settled on the black ball lurking by Renato’s desk. “I’ve got Mitski playing, Barry’s been checking on me all night and Levi hasn’t made a peep since...well, earlier. It’s fine!”

“I still can’t believe that,” she admitted, hearing her shift in her bed. “That guy sounds like a psycho but Renato doing that…”

“I know, I know. I’m still reeling over it too but I mean...it’s done, right? I’d rather not have this dork get his hands on Levi if he’s that crazy,”

“But what are you going to do, Nina?” Bambi asked suddenly, the tone in her voice direct and serious. “He saw what happened yesterday, what if he actually comes? He knows you can’t defend yourself-”

“He’s not coming so can you just chill out?” I snapped a little too abruptly, crossing my arms at the uncertainty of my own words. I knew it had been too harsh, but the sudden memory of that twisted smile made a chill run down my spine. I didn’t want to think about the what-if’s, what would happen if he did come because she was right.

I wasn’t prepared.

“Listen, I’m sorry but I’m already a little shaken up and this isn’t helping…” I began, but found myself jumping in fear as a crack of thunder shook the glass and the room went black. The few seconds in the dark were sheer terror as I scrambled to find my phone, moments later a red emergency light flickered on over the door and I inhaled sharply. “I hate you, Bambi. I really hate you.”

“What? What happened?? If you’re going to hate anyone hate that guy Thor-”

“No...we lost power,” I whispered, fumbling for my phone's flashlight. The red light from above casting ominous red shadows over everything was not helping me keep calm. The shadows moving in the corner of my eyes were no better as I felt the room grow heavy with my fear.

From up above I heard Barry’s muffled voice call down. “You alright, Nina?”

“I-I’m fine! Is everything okay?” I called back up. Soon I saw the light of his flashlight bounce against the stairs, a feeling of brief relief washing over as he poked his head from around the corner. He had his flashlight in one hand and nightstick in the other held at the ready, and if we hadn’t been in such a frightening situation I would have laughed at how ready he was to take on anything.

“Probably just a blown generator. Not surprised with this weather,” he assured me, but the suddenly heavy booms against the entrance door had us both eyeing one another with uncertainty.

“You don’t think…?” I began to ask, a look of suspicion on Barry’s face as he seemed to debate going to the door.

“Could be the Professor. As far as I know, key cards won’t work while we’re running on a battery, conserving power or some mumbo jumbo,” he explained gruffly as if trying to convince himself we had nothing to worry about. He held a hand out to me to wait as I tailed behind him, unsure of what to do. “You hang on down here just in case.”

“But-”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, power outage just has us spooked,” he chuckled carefully before I watched his timid frame head up the stairs. I clutched my phone with growing unease as I waited for a sign that things were alright.

“You still there, Bam?” I asked quietly. Her breath was sharp as she exhaled.

“I’m here, what’s up?”

“Someone is at the door, Barry’s checking now-”

“Oh hell no, Nina. This is a horror film in the making, get out of there while you still can!” she protested, panic rising in her voice. Above there were muffled voices speaking but no matter how hard I tried to listen I couldn’t make out what they were saying. My screen suddenly lit up as another call came in and my heart leaped in my throat.

It was Renato.

“Bam I have to go,” I whispered softly before she could protest, switching over to the next line hastily where Renato was already talking a mile a minute.

“Nina, go now,” he ordered, his voice cold and filled with an emotion I had never heard from him: Fear. “Find whatever you can to put Levi in and get out of there. He’s coming and I won’t make it in ti-” he started but was drowned out by the sound of muffled shouting above followed by a loud crash. My hands began to shake as the thuds of bodies wrestling against the ground grew with an intensity before a gunshot rang through the air, followed by the guttural noises of someone struggling to catch their breath.

“Nina...Nina go! Run,” I heard Barry’s pained moans beg before a wail of agony echoed through the air. The room was suddenly spinning as I tried to regain control over my thoughts. Was Barry dead? Was this mystery assailant really Phobus coming here to get what he wanted?

“Nina!” Renato’s voice shouted from the phone, snapping me back into reality and I held it up to my ear.

“Professor, I think Barry is dead…,” my voice quivered, unable to keep it steady as I heard the slow tatter of footsteps above of someone regaining their footing. He only cursed in response, as if coming to terms that this situation had gone completely out of control.

It was then that I realized I only had a matter of seconds before the mystery assailant would be coming down to find me and that I had to act fast.

I searched for something, anything to use to scoop Levi in. “Couldn’t have spared a container during your big move…?” I tried to joke to keep the growing tears at bay, but inside all I wanted to do was scream.

“I...I’m almost there. There’s an emergency exit near the back offices, do you remember where?”

“I think so…,”

“Good, do you think you can make it there?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered as the steps grew louder. My eyes scanned his desk desperately, trying to find anything to use before falling on an old coffee pot. Without thinking I dove for it, dropping my phone in the process before ripping off the dark sheet. The dark made it almost impossible to see anything in the tank, but I knew the little crustaceans shape when I saw it as it turned on me and began to swell once more. “Please don’t do this, please…,” I begged softly, blood pounding in my ears as all I could focus on were those steps that neared the steps at a frightening pace. I felt my nose begin to gush blood, watching it drip haphazardly into the water before I was finally able to scoop him into the pot and grimacing at the feeling of its skin. It was slimy and cold, and I felt something wrap around my finger before I shot my hand back out in fear.

There was no time to dwell on it though as a chuckle filled the air outside.

My time was up.

“Don’t tell me he left his little pet to take care of his messes,” a voice that I now pieced together as Phobus’ echoed through the air, a hint of excitement ringing through. “Like what I did with the place? A simple smash to the fuse box and no one’s the wiser during this.” he continued as another crack of thunder shook the foundation. My only rational thought in this moment was to hide under the desk before he could make it into the room, no longer able to get my phone and out of time to escape. I listened as the door slid open and he stepped through, a sigh of pity following.

“Not talking now? That’s a shame. I had so many interesting things I wanted to share with you,” he called to me, feigning sadness as I listened to his steps grow closer and then pause. I swear, between the ferocity of my heart hammering against my chest and the absolute mess I was making from the water splashing against my hoodie he was going to find me. Instead, I listened as he picked my phone up, Renato’s voice still on the line before hearing it smash against the tile and I grimaced.

Seconds later I felt the desk screech and a whimper of fear escaped me before I could stop myself, a pleased chuckle erupting from above.

“Found you, come out before I have to force you out,” he ordered gently, though his tone told me he wasn’t going to ask again. My whole body went rigid with fear as I struggled to stand, sliding the coffee pot out of sight before I straightened myself and focused at the barrel of the handgun he held. “Was that so hard?” he asked softly, but I couldn’t control the panic inside, now forming into anger as I clenched my fists at my sides.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you doing this?” I spat, a harsh laugh emerging from him as he retracted the gun and began fiddling with it like he was looking for the right words to say to me. His hair fell over his face soaked from the rain and his lip was busted open, a mark I assumed from Barry before his final moments. The thought made me purse my lips and look away.

“Why do I do this…? An interesting question to ask. I could just say that I’m a man of science, a man ‘driven to the end of his rope’ as everyone else says of me…,” he pondered loosely, rubbing the tip of his gun against his scalp as he thought.

“So all of this, these threats, the stalking, killing innocent people, it’s not because you’re searching for an answer?” I asked coldly, saying whatever I could to stall him for Renato to show with help in tow. At least that’s what I hoped as I watched him study me before rolling his eyes at my accusations.

“So he did tell you,” he murmured softly as he dared take a step closer to me. I took one back reflexively and he smirked, like he saw it as a game. “He told you I experimented on people too, right? I never, ever touched a human being.” he went on, daring to take another step towards me while studying my shaking hands with a newfound curiosity.

“I only ever experimented on mutants,”

My voice caught in my throat at his words. A part of me was furious that he had the audacity to say such a thing and not get a piece of my mind in response. But the other part, the part driven by fear, knew that he was fucking deranged and that I couldn’t tempt fate. I had to take everything he was saying with a grain of salt or I was going to find myself in Barry’s position.

“Judging from the look on your face you either know one or...you are one. Am I right?” he mused, stepping towards me once more in one fluid motion. I was so startled at his movement that I couldn’t stop myself as I staggered back, felt my leg twist over the other before I hit the ground. Soon I was looking up at his sickeningly pleased face as he squatted down and grinned. “Not every day I get to meet one of your kind, had I the time and the resources I’d love to pick your brain. Unfortunately, I’m not after you today,” he whispered as he focused his attention under the desk where the pot gave a sudden jolt.

My panic rose.

“Wait, you can’t take that. You don’t know what it can do!” I protested as I attempted to reach for it, instead being greeted with the gun once more. I froze in place, unable to do anything from this position without potentially having my brains color the walls.

“I know what it can do, I saw the look in your eyes yesterday and I knew. I knew I had to see this for myself,” he hissed before the door above burst open. Relief hit me like a freight train as I heard Renato’s voice echo from above, a scowl forming on Phobus’ face as he processed that he might not make it out like he had planned.

“Nina? Nina are you down there?” Renato’s voice, frantic as he charged down the stairs, called before he emerged through the lab's doors. He was drenched from the rain, his shoulders heaving as he took in the scene before him. His gaze fell on my fallen figure and started toward me, only to have another gunshot fire through the room as Phobus shot at the floor.

“Not another step, Darwin. I won’t let you foil my plans again,” he snapped as I readjusted myself to look at him.

“It’s okay, Professor. It’s just a nosebleed,” I tried to reassure him, ears ringing with a shrill scream from the gunshot, but he wasn’t having it. He looked absolutely furious and with good reason.

With the gun pointed at Renato now, I wondered what could be done. If Phobus saw me coming then I was as good as dead. If Renato came at him he was as good as dead.

“This has to stop, Oliver. Let go of this damned obsession you have with trying to save her while you still have time.” he seethed, hands shaking as he was forced to stand and watch at an impasse. Whatever sick joy Phobus was getting out of this entire thing suddenly left at the mention of her. Who was she to instill such a look of pure pain in him that he took a step back to hear in bewilderment even the mention of her?

Just as soon as the look came it had faded just as quickly and rage took place. I watched as he began to yell something at Renato and raised the gun to fire, all instincts taking over. I fished in the pocket of my hoodie for the ball I had been toying with earlier, using it to transform it into a thick shard that I tossed at his trigger hand. He released a grunt of pain as it connected, but he didn’t release the gun.

Instead, he aimed it at me and sneered.

“You should have let him take the shot,” he seethed before pulling the trigger.

I had no time to run, to summon something that may have saved me from the inevitable. All I heard was the bang of the gun and something hit me, a searing red hot pain growing in my chest moments later. I fell to my knees and looked down. The once happy-go-lucky saying across my chest now was now blotted out as my blood began to dye the fabric.

I heard Renato shout and his hands grip me as I began to fall. He was shaking now, eyes wide with panic as he looked at my chest.

“Nonono, Nina stay with me, okay? Breath, please,” he begged, his voice slowed as his hand gripped mine while the other attempted to stop the wound from bleeding. I tried to gasp for breath but my lungs were on fire, it hurt too much to keep trying. My eyes scanned the room to see Phobus using the distraction to escape, anger replacing the void that fear had left.

“Go,” I voiced with difficulty, staring at the door with a fury I did not realize I had. Maybe it was because I was dying, or because we were letting a Grade A asshole escape while I bled out, but I couldn’t live with the fact that he would get away with this. Not after everything I learned, and all that he had done. I looked at Renato and grimaced, nodding towards the door. “Get him,”

“I can’t do that, if I do you’ll-”

“It’s all for nothing if he runs,” I barked, the taste of iron hitting my tongue at my outburst. I was pushing myself too hard, the room blurring the longer I tried to stay awake. He stared at me long and hard before cursing and placing my hand over the wound. He promised to return and I listened as he booked it to catch up to Phobus until there was nothing but my struggling breaths left to fill the air.

I wish I could tell you I was at least proud of going out defending the town from whatever hell that man was going to unleash with Levi, but more than anything I felt regret. I hadn’t done anything heroic, I was being reckless and stupid just like the night before.

And look where it got me.

Stuck dying in a lab with Ridley Scott’s wet dream of a creature only separated by some flimsy glass.

Glass that shook and burst a few feet away and left me shutting my eyes tight as a strange unfamiliar noise greeted the air. It was wet, and whatever it was sounded large, getting louder as the distance was closed between us. Despite my heart trying to keep up with the fear growing within me I knew it wouldn’t last. My hand had already fallen to my side as I felt whatever terrifying force that used to be Levi creep up to me. My only hope now was that I died before whatever this thing was got to me first.

I opened my eyes, daring to take a look at the creature that was once Leviathan. Instead, I was greeted with pure darkness that seemed to consume any and every source of light the room once held.

Then when it was done with the light it came for me, and I no longer saw anything.

It had gotten what it wanted.

It had gotten me.

#long post #oc shit #marvelsona #venomsona #oc x colossus #slow burn #ehehehe #I'm very happy to be able to rewrite this chapter #I know it's not great writing but it feels so much better than my old one

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ilikemypancakesfresh · 5 years

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JUST BAKUSQUAD THINGS 101 ❤

* A thousand miles piano music plays in bg*

[ BAKUSQUAD: BAKUGOU, KIRISHIMA, SERO, KAMINARI AND MINA ]

When Bakugou gets mad at us for being too noisy when we're all gathered in one room ♡

Bakugou: "I'm going to fucking buy food and DONT YOU FUCKING DARE STOP STUDYING YOU GOT THAT YOU FUCKSTICKS!?"

Us: "GOT IT!"

* 5 mins later *

Bakugou: "Alright dumbasses I bought-"

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Kaminari: "Oh hey Bakugou! Do you think this video will work on the principal??"

Bakugou: * S H O U T S *

When Kaminari does weird shit and Bakugou gets mad ♡

When Kirishima spilled red hair dye all over Bakugou's dorm bed without Bakugou knowing but in the end we all blamed it on the contraction of atoms but Bakugou wasn't that stupid so he still got mad at us ♡

When Sero replaced all of Bakugou's spicy oreos with toothpaste and Bakugou gets mad ♡

When Mina texted us that she needed important backup in the middle of the night only to know that she needed 3 people to bring her makeup bags to prank Bakugou ♡

Bakugou full on fake eyelashes, winged eyeliner, pink blush, colorful eyeshadow, overlined big red lips, sharp contour, Blinding highlighter and drawn in eyebrows ♡

That was the pretties he's ever looked despite having that ugly look when he's asleep ♡

He woke up the next morning to take coffee downstairs and everyone laughed ♡

He killed us ♡

All 5 of us arrived 1 hour late to school in the end ♡

Getting Bakugou a real life sized full body pillow of all might ♡

He actually uses it ♡

Watching vines together ♡

Making tik toks together ♡

Laughing together ♡

LAUGHING AT BAKUGOU TOGETHER ♡

Taking selfies with Bakugou's mad face ♡

Bakugou leaving the group chat because we made his face the pfp ♡

despite us being annoying Bakugou still wants to hang around us ♡

He feeds us ♡

Bakugou acting like a mad and stressed out mother with 4 children ♡

Playing the dick game where we randomly shout "DICK" in public ♡

One time we all were teasing Bakugou about how he was such a pussy for not playing and he ended up shouting dick so loud this one lady fainted ♡

When Bakugou actually helps us with homework and studying for tests ♡

We all fail except for Bakugou ♡

Slacking off on homework ♡

Kaminari and Mina connect their phones to 2 of Bakugou's bluetooth speakers and watching dank memes on full volume ♡

Bakugou breaking his doors from the outside because we were being too noisy inside his room ♡

Almost catching Bakugou's dorm on fire when we were lighting a candle ♡

Sero: * S C R E A M S *

*Bakugou running back into his dorm room*

*BREAKS DOOR*

Bakugou: "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED ARE YOU FUCKS OKA-

Sero: "KAMINARI GET YOUR DICK OUT OF MY FACE"

Kaminari: "IT'S NOT LIKE IM DOING THIS ON PURPOSE"

Kirishima: "This is a manly game!"

Mina: "ALRIGHT NOW KIRISHIMA PUT YOUR LEFT ASSCHEEK ON THE BLUE CIRCLE!"

Kaminari: "OH HEY BAKUGOU WE'RE PLAYING TWISTER WANNA JOIN?"

Bakugou: "I TOLD ALL OF YOU CUNTS I WAS GOING OUT TO BUY FUCKING GROCERIES AND I TOLD YOU ALL TO CLEAN UP DAMN ROOM THAT YOU SHITHEADS FUCKED UP AND NOW YOU'RE PLAYING TWISTER?"

♡

Finishing all of Bakugou's snacks ♡

Our job is to annoy Bakugou ♡

Mina and Kaminari buying a shit ton of candy for us to eat ♡

Constantly dabbing, whipping, fortnite dancing, T posing, and singing happy birthday to Bakugou even when it's not his birthday ♡

Our secret handshake ♡

Kaminari buying a pet cockroach and naming it Ostrich ♡

Riding carts at the grocery store together ♡

Sero shouting random shit around the dorms ♡

Pranking Bakugou by wrapping all of his furniture in Sero's tape ♡

making-

"For how much longer are all you fuckers making this list for?" - Bakugou

"BUT BAKUGOU THIS IS IMPORTANT!! ALL OF OUR MEMORIES TOGETHER WE'LL PUT IT ALL IN THIS ONE BOOK!!" - Kirishima

"Yeah I don't want to forget all of these moments we have with you!" - Mina

"All of this was so fun and it all went by so fast..." -Sero

" 3 more days until we finally graduate UA huh?" - Kaminari

" It's really been a long ride... " -Sero

" An enjoyable one too!" -Mina

"I loved all of the moments I have with you guys... even the moments when we were having fun and Bakugou getting mad at us!" -Kirishima

"Man.. I miss being 15 all of the sudden.." -Kaminari

"Lmao i remember the days where everyone would see us walk together in the hallways and whisper to each other 'oH iTs tHE bAkUsqUad!' man... I'll really miss it" -Mina

"We had so many memories together I can't even remember all of those stupid things we did with each other and to each other" -Sero

"Lucky us that we wrote all of the memories of class 1-A huh?" -Kaminari

"Yeah! Oh and i still remember that time me and Sero bought those matching hot dog suits for halloween!" - Mina

"3 more days. 3 more days until we're all grown ups." - Kirishima

"Class 1-A was the sickest class I've ever been to! Man we even got to fight real villains that time! It was so cool!" - Kaminari

"HAHA I REMEMBER BAKUGOU GETTING MAD AT MIDORIYA FOR THE LITTLEST THINGS" - Sero

"OMG REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN BAKUGOU GOT MAD AT MIDORIYA FOR BREATHING?" - Mina

"SHUT UP YOU PILE OF SHITS." -bakugou

"I really can't believe we're gonna graduate in 3 more days and then we're off as solo heroes.." -Kirishima

"... who the fuck said we have to be solo heroes?" -Bakugou

" This isn't the end of our journey. We still got more shit to do. " - Bakugou

" Shit that we all haven't done. Shit that I'd like to do with all of you fuckers. Even if you're all annoying." -Bakugou

" Now hurry up and give me a turn to write in that book! I remember a whole lot of shit that you assholes did to me!" -Bakugou

"All of us always did have a special connection with each other. Bakugou is always mad but that doesn't mean he hates us. These 3 years in UA have made me stronger. Manlier. I'm glad to have met you all!" - Signed by Kirishima Eijirou, 17, doesn't know how to read

"Writing this note in this very book from when we first started our journey together back in class 1A makes me emotional. Like- really really emotional. I'm actually sobbing lol. I love all of you guys so much. I'm so happy that we'll still be a squad even after graduation!" Signed by Mina Ashido, 17, still gets called racoon eyes by Bakugou

"Soy souce face. That's my name B). I'm very happy that i could meet such fun people that gets my sense of humor like you guys. I always thought hero schools would have such boring students. But then, I met the 4 of you. Memelords and viners. I can't thank you all enough" - Signed by Sero Hanta, 17, still gets nightmares of Bakugou in midnight's her outfit

"aAYYyyYyY! Really the best 3 years of my entire life! 1-A was the sick class where all of us first met. I remember joking with all of you and how much stomachaces i had from laughing. And i remember all of our vlogs we upload on HeroTube too. WE ARE ALL COOL DUDES AND I LOVE YOU GUYS A WHOLE LOT! - Signed by Kaminari Denki, 17, wants to eat a electric pole

" Don't you fucks darw take this idea the wrong way. I don't dislike the 4 of you and I actually had a shit ton of fun and laughs. Made my shitty 3 years better. Now let's continue these shitty memories after graduating too." - Signed by Katsuki Bakugou, 17, LORD EXPLOSION MURDER.

Bakusquad really is the best squad huh?

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transdonaldduck · 7 years

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The Witness (1/1(?))

Fandom: Darkwing Duck (focus on an OC) Pairings: Gen Characters: Wade Whittaker (OC-centric), Fearsome Five, Darkwing Duck, Gosalyn Mallard, Launchpad McQuack Summary: Wade Whittaker, an insomniac, is at the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up being chased by some of the most ferocious villains in St. Canard.

Wade Whittaker liked to think of himself as a work in progress. The rest of his family, however, like to think of him as ‘unemployed’ or ‘a deadbeat’ but Wade tended to ignore calls from his mom so he really didn’t get that as much anymore. He made enough picking up odd jobs to live in an old rundown apartment off of Charleston street, a stone’s throw away from the cemetery and a fifteen minute walk from the nearest Hamburger Hippo. The walls were a little discolored and the heater often broke intermittently during the winter but it was home, and Wade found that the landlord was a bit more lenient on rent deadlines when he could afford to be.

The reason he often lost jobs was because of his clumsiness, and his rampant and untamable insomnia that left him wide awake at night but uselessly exhausted during the day. He’d picked up night jobs before (he tended to, well, Not excell per say, but do marginally okay) like groundskeeping at the cemetery or working the cash register at 24 hour convenience store. He’d managed to work the convenience store for almost a year before his boss had cut hours to save money- making him half time instead of full time and costing him half his paycheck.

Having worked nightly for a year, coupled with his chronic insomnia- well, it meant it was 2 am and Wade was awake and restless. He often shrugged on his hoodie, grabbed his glasses, and took a leisurely stroll around town. Though recently Wade had been… unable to leave his apartment. Not in the sense that he was trapped, but in the sense that he was cornered.

“Wade, Wade, Wade,” He groaned, flopping back on his squeaky mattress and staring blearily up at the ceiling, “How do you get yourself into these situations?”

The situation being the fact that Negaduck, St. Canards number one bad guy, had it out for him personally. You see, his insomnia often drove him out at random, unlucky times of the night. He’d seen a lot of things in his time in the city- including walking in on crimes in progress. He’d barely managed to stay under the radar for this long thanks to the terror that flaps in the night, who usually managed to command all the villains attention leaving Wade time to escape the way he’d come and live to walk in on another crime the next night. Recently, however, he’d been the unwitting witness to the fearsome fives most recent meeting- one where they discussed plans for their upcoming nefarious plot.

They’d broken into Adam’s Jewelers on First Street. Wade knew Stacy, the owner. They’d gone to college together until he had dropped out in sophomore year, but she was still a good… acquaintance? And he sometimes dropped in to catch up. He’d been on another late night walk when he passed her shop, only stopping because the lights were on. He knew she usually closed early, but figured she might have extended store hours to work on the upcoming shipment of precious stones she had told him about last time they spoke. Deciding to offer a hello and an offer to grab her some coffee, Wade had ducked in the unlocked door and walked inside.

He’d made his way behind the counter, intending on opening the back door and peeking inside when the door opened and Negaduck himself stepped out. He had a sack thrown over his shoulder and he was walking backward, facing the rest of the villains in his squad and talking to them.

“Our next move is to isolate him from his sidekick, it won’t be hard if he thinks it’s a routine bank robbery.” He explains, and Wade wishes he had the superpower to turn invisible because that would be extremely helpful at this point- but the other four have already taken notice of him, and it’s looked like he was about to be toast.

Negaduck, having noticed his lackeys eyes looking past him, spun around to face whoever they were looking at. Wade was sure he didn’t look intimidating other than being about half a foot taller than Nega. He was currently shaking like a leaf and inching towards the exit.

“How much did you hear?” Was the first thing out of the supervillains mouth, eyes narrowing to slits before he shook his head, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll kill you anyway.” He turned his head to the side, “Fearsome Five- get him.”

Megavolt, the one directly behind him, is the first one to step forward. An arc of electricity trails after his hand as he raises it, and with a simple flick of his wrist lightning explodes out of his palm and Wade decides that getting fried by raw electricity is maybe not on the top of his to do list. He throws himself sideways over the counter, catching his hip hard on the glass case but skillfully avoiding the death ray. He doesn’t manage to catch his balance quick enough to land on his feet but does transition it into a tight roll. He takes a moment to catch his breath as the electricity strikes the cash register he had been standing in front of and turned it into a ball of flame and metal shrapnel.

About two years ago when Parkour had been at it’s height, Wade had attempted to get into the sport. He’d gone to a few of the free classes some passionate free-runner named Leaf had hosted at the park, but after the third meeting where he scraped his knee and cried for fifteen minutes he hadn’t made another appearance- tho he appreciates what little he did know, as the fall could have been much worse if not for how he’d learned to recover from it.

The explosion triggered the store alarms to go off, and the Fearsome Five seemed to panic- They scattered, but Negaduck rounded the edge of the counter after Wade, not intending to let him go with what important information he had eavesdropped on. Wade scrambled to his feet, running out the door and taking a hard left. Never in his entire life would he have ever imagined that he would be personally pursued by a supervillain, and he was almost tempted to stop and pinch himself to see if he were just dreaming- but he wasn’t, the aching pain in his hip was enough proof of that, so he kept moving.

One pro to restlessly prowling the streets was that you learned a few things, tips and tricks, and which alleyways led where- So wade began cutting around bends, climbing up and over trashcans, sliding through holes in fences, and taking shortcuts between cars to put as much distance between him and his pursuer. He kept up this random and confusing trail until he reached his apartment building, reasonably sure he’d lost him, and darting up to his apartment, slamming and locking the door behind him.

It was only then, in the safety of his dark apartment that he’d relaxed enough to start feeling his injuries he’d gotten while on the run. He didn’t dare flip on his livingroom light, too afraid his window would give away his location, and popped into his bathroom to clean up. Where he’d caught his hip at the jewelry store, a huge bruise was starting to form. He’s fallen several times, scraping his hands and knees up on asphalt and concrete. His nerves were on high alert and the pain seemed distant even now, he felt fine. Well, as fine as one could be after unwittingly stumbling upon five dangerous criminals and now, subsequently, being on their hitlist.

That had been two days ago, and Wade hadn’t left his apartment since. He couldn’t risk getting caught by any of those after him. He was a nervous wreck, any groan of the pipes or creak of the old building made him jump out of his skin. He was constantly on high vigilance, and it was taking a toll. He’d just been an insomniac before, now he could add anxious and paranoid to that mix. He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink.

He watches the sun rise on another sleepless night. The curtains are only open a crack, and a thin stripe of sunlight cuts across his dingy carpet. He needed to get help. It was an option he’d considered, but at first he wasn’t sure how he’d find Darkwing Duck at night faster than the Fearsome Five would find him, but maybe he didn’t need to find Darkwing Duck…

He stands up, pulls his long hair back into a semi-respectable bun, and grabs his keys. Daytime didn’t mean he was safe, but if he stuck to the more well-populated streets and kept his head down he hopefully wouldn’t attract too much attention. This would be a long trip, he lived in the heart of the city, but it would be worth it for some help.

He’d run into quite a few characters on his trek, but the last door he’d knocked on had actually been of some help. Herb Muddlefoot and his wife Binkie were… an experience, to say the least. Not bad per say, but certainly overwhelming, and willing to share happily with a complete stranger. They’d basically dragged him inside for pie and a chat, talking about their two young sons and their neighborhood. They’d made him take a slice “for the road” despite his destination being a the house next door.

It was a quaint little home, nothing special. Two stories, yellow, typical in every way. Wade knocked three times on the door, waiting as patiently as he could with the saran-wrapped pie in one hand. He hears a crash, a muffled shout, and then the door swung open.

“I already told you Herb-” The Duck at the door starts to snap, but the words die on his tongue and he blinks owlishly at Wade, obviously expecting someone else. Behind him are two kids, one with a mop of vibrant orange hair pulled back into pigtails and another in thick glasses. The girl was holding a hockey stick and looking sheepish mixed with curious as she strained to get a good look at the visitor on her doorstep. Gosalyn mallard, if Wade’s memory proved correct- she’d been in the paper with Darwing Duck Once or twice.

Sticking his head out of the kitchen, Launchpad McQuack quirked a brow, “Who’s at the door?” He asked, and Wade recognized him instantly as Darkwings sidekick.

“I don’t know,” The duck in front of him frowned, “Are you new to the neighborhood?”

Wade almost laughed. What a mundane question. “Uh- no, no.” He stuck out his free hand, “My name is Wade Whittaker.”

“Drake Mallard,” He introduces, automatically shaking his hand.

Wade let’s go, casting a glance over his shoulder, “I’m pretty sure I haven’t been followed- but the reason I came here is because I need your help.”

Drake’s face turns serious and he nods automatically, “Of course, what can I-” he stops short, as if just remembering something, “I mean, why do you need my help?”

Frowning, Wade blinked at him, “You’re Darkwing Duck.” He say simply, a statement of fact.

The entire household looks like they’ve just been slapped, and Wade hopes they’ll invite him inside since he feels a little exposed out here.

#darkwing duck #darkwing duck oc #drake mallard #negaduck #wade whittaker #my post #my writing

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