#i'll talk to my team leader one-on-one once a month just to catch up?????

[wisterialagoon]

For you, I'll stay : pt1

Dabi is one of the top soldiers of the League of Villains. He does the dirty work and feels the stain of crime on his hands. You're an Assistant Inspector at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, resigned to records-keeping instead of doing actual fieldwork. What happens when these two become intertwined in the most prominent political event that changed the era of 1990's Tokyo Japan?

Warnings: Violence (a girl gets beat up in this chapter), gangs, eventual smut(not in this chapter tho)

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency, Kantō Region, Japan.

January 9th, 1990, Tuesday. 

22:30 hrs.

"It's going to be a long night," she thought, while fixing her desk for the fifth time. There was a haphazard pile of file folders, an unboxed diskette pack, and coffee cup stains all over her table calendar. She quickly reorganises the file folders, placing them in chronological order, then according to crime. Then, she matches the diskettes, which contain additional data such as interrogation footage, with each pile. Lastly, she makes her way to the pantry to refill her mug with coffee, humming along to a tune that was receiving more airplay recently.

It was an uneventful night, to say the least. As usual, she worked overtime, working on organising the paperwork and records of each case-from instigation to case management. She loved it initially, but now that she's six months into this new assignment, she could feel herself wearing down with how emotionally, physically and mentally taxing everything is. It wasn't so much the quantity or frequency of the load, but the content itself.

Seeing death, rape, theft and disappearances on a daily basis was starting to take a toll on her mental health, and even if she learned how to compartmentalise, there was something about seeing all the details that made her sleep less and less these days. The photos of dead bodies or visages of crying relatives would disturb her to no end, and having to type out each case report even if it meant tagging it as a cold case, was something that never really sat well with her.

Her direct senior, the only female Inspector in the agency-the only one who was actually nice, unlike the rest of the police force who talk about her during lunch breaks and agency dinners-tell her that the feeling of being "uninvolved" and "useless" will soon pass. "Besides," she tells her during one of the rare nights that they're both doing overtime, "You've got potential."

She sighs, wary of the compliment. "I just... I wish I could be doing more."

"You'll have your fair share of fieldwork and interrogations, Y/N" she says, patting the younger girl's shoulder. "Just keep working well, and the Chief will soon see your potential."

That last line resonated with her the most. She knew that the Chief was a firm leader-he did routine inspections, called people in his office to ask for status reports and he'd set all sorts of deadlines. But he was also known for being experienced in reading people just with one look.

So the question was, what was his assessment of her?

Did the Chief view her just like how the rest of the agency did-an Assistant Inspector who was only fit for clerical work even if she had graduated at the top of her class? Did he even notice her presence in the building-or was she too conscious of all the judgemental stares thrown her way because she was the first female recruit in a long while?

That was it, she thought, not noticing that her cup had overflowed.

With a sharp curse, she flung her hand away from the scalding beverage, and moved to grab some tissues-her mind thoroughly forgetting the questions that had darted in her mind not a minute ago.

As she dabbled the tissue on her hands and shirt, the police hotline rang, disturbing the silence of the otherwise empty floor. Alarmed at the prospect of a crime or report coming in at this hour, she runs towards the desk of the patrol and public safety unit.

"SMPA, what is your concern?" she asks, voice surprisingly level. When there wasn't a response, she asks again, this time a notch louder.

"Kidnapping," the voice cuts through the radio silence, its texture a rich timbre with a raspy undertone. Caught off guard at the mention of a kidnapping, she scrambles for a notepad and a pen. "23:00, 6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan. Takahashi Yua." In hastily written script, she takes note of the details, not once interrupting the man on the line.

"Who is this? Where is your intel from?" she finally asks, after she hears mere breathing sounds. "Hello?"

The person on the line doesn't respond, instead opting to breathe heavily before the line dies.

"Wha-" she exhales, overwhelmed with the situation. It wasn't unheard of for random tips to come in the station, that much was true. But a tip at this time? And with that much detail? She was wary enough that there wasn't any crime traffic recently but this is proving to be the suspicious exception.

Shaking off her doubts, she dials the home number of Inspector Sato, the head of the patrol and public safety unit. She knows he'll definitely give her an earful for calling at such a late hour-and to his house no less, but if what the man said was true, and if her gut was right, someone was after the daughter of the Minister of National Defense.

At the sixth ring, he picks up and greets her with a litany of questions. "Who is this? Do you have any idea what time it is? Whoever you are, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up!" he rattles off, temper flaring.

"This is Miyasaki Y/N, sir." she says, surprised at how stable her voice was. "Assistant Inspec-"

"Ah, the personal assistant." his tongue clicks, and even if she didn't see, she knew he was shaking his head. "What is it? Here to ask help again in records-keeping?"

At that, she presses her mouth in a thin line, stopping herself from giving him a piece of her mind. She knew that they would always find fault in whatever she does but sometimes she wants to just put them in their place and prove herself.

But now wasn't the time to do that.

"No, sir." she starts, fisting her hand. "There's been an emergency call to the patrol and public service hotline. A tip was given about a kidnapping at apartment 6 Chome-10-1 in Roppongi -"

"Let me stop you right there." he expels a deep breath, clearly uninterested with her report. "You do know what that area is like, right? Or do you not even know where it is?"

"It's in Minato city. The residence listed houses many important political figures, it has national defence" she says, foregoing the other details and taking the opportunity to transition to the most important part. "Sir, you see, this could actually mean that-"

"This means that there is no kidnapping. I mean, if you're trying to pull a joke, it's a terrible one. Hell, there's hardly any crime in that area!" he gives a dry laugh. "it's an executive residential area, guarded and all that. As you said, National Defence is there and so are diplomats and expats. No one in their right mind would attempt a prank call, let alone a kidnapping."

"But the caller gave a name, possibly that of the victim. We should send a team, I have the address. I could lead the-" again, he cuts her off. At this point, a vein was threatening to pop at how unprofessional he was being, but she'd rather not break out into an argument with a direct senior-especially when he was clearly already annoyed at her.

"So this is why you really called, huh?" he chuckles. "Look, no one knows how you got in, or what strings you pulled to pass the Academy, but at the rate you're going, you'll never lead a team-much less my team." the certainty in his voice washed over her, causing her to remain silent at his blatant jibe. "So go back to whatever you're doing and don't even attempt to call me or anyone from the agency to waste their time with your tall tales." the other line clicks, ending their phone call.

Exasperated, she puts down the receiver with a little too much force than was necessary. "Fine, I'll do it myself." she mutters, putting on her coat, muffler and grabbing her car keys.

30 minutes. She'll have to pray that she makes it. After all, she doesn't have much time.

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

23:00 hrs.

The gate to the apartment building alone rendered her speechless. Pure brass balusters and a towering guardhouse greeted her, complete with intimidating security personnel who wasted no time in asking for her identification.

"Assistant Inspector Lee, from the SMPA. We received a tip about criminal activity taking place in the vicinity of this residence," she starts, not giving any specific details. "This won't take long." she adds, as a last ditch effort to convince them that she means business.

"Alright," one of the guards lets her through. As she rolled up her window, she catches a muffled dialogue between the two. "Isn't she a little too young to be an Inspector? And criminal activity? Talk about absurd."

Scoffing, she speeds up to the address the caller gave and in a few minutes, found herself outside the apartment building. But she was too late. There, standing by the of the main entrance, was the defence Minister himself, with blood on his hands and a shell-shocked expression.

"My daughter..." she hears him mutter. From just behind the door, she hears distant voices screaming for someone to call the police. "Dial the police! Or call the National Defense for all I care! Someone do something!" the voice got louder as she linked it with a face-Takahashi Riku, the Minister's wife. As if seeing the police lights flashing atop her car, The ministers knees gave out.

She makes haste to catch him before he falls, and as she does, she gets her shirt stained with blood, and scrapes her elbow with the force of his weight. Not minding the sting of the wind blowing by her scraped skin, she pulls out her walkie-talkie, and radios the police patrolling Roppongi that night.

"This is Assistant Inspector Miyasaki Y/N, does anyone copy?" she starts, practically shouting. For some reason, she felt an adrenaline rush at the development of events. "Repeat, this is Assistant Inspector Miyasaki, does anyone copy?"

After a few beats, a voice breaks through the white noise. "This is Inspector Takami, copy. What's your 10-13?"

"I've got a two zero seven." she says, forgetting that she hadn't even scouted the area for verification that a kidnapping actually took place. "6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City. Send a medic for shock treatment." she rattles off, surprised at herself for actually being able to focus and act given the situation.

Then again, this was her job. Her first fieldwork-albeit unwarranted and unapproved.

"Copy that, 10-4. I'll run code. ETA twenty minutes." he affirms his direct response before ending the dispatch call.

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

23:20 hrs.

After twenty minutes, two police cars pull up the driveway. One belonged to Inspector Takami, the other was the patrol for back-up. He closes the gap between them in five, quick strides, hands in his coat's pockets.

"What happened?" he asks, ready for a briefing.

"There's nothing definitive yet..." she trails off, mentally berating herself for not even scouting the interior to study the scene. "But I've spoken to the family."

"You mean you've spoken to the Minister of National Defense." he supplies, his breath fogging up in front of him. "What did he say?"

"The family heard the door slam shut, and when he went to check his daughter was gone," hesitant, she clears her throat as a stalling method. "He found her in the marking lot, the girl was bruised and bloodied, unconscious. Looks like she was forced to inhale somthing, and her hands were tied."

"Attempted kidnapping?" he asks, stealing a glance at the apartment buildings façade.

"High chance for it." she answers, clearing her throat again. "Listen, Inspector, I received a tip in the agency around an hour ago-saying something about a kidnapping taking place at this time, at this exact address."

He raises his eyebrows, evidently taken aback at this new piece of information. "And?" he asks, expectant.

"And I think this is a set-up." she declares, sure of something for the first time that night. "Whoever is behind this, wanted us to come, thinking it was a kidnapping when it was an assault and break-and-entry."

"What are you getting at, Miyasaki?"

"There's a reason why Miss. Takahashi was assaulted and not kidnapped. They're telling us something." she says, handing out her notepad which contained the details of the emergency call a while back.

"What do you think this could possibly be then?"

"I don't know... yet." fuelled with conviction, she fists her hands at her sides, no longer feeling that sensation of helplessness or uselessness back in the agency when she was working on records-keeping. "But I'll find out."

9-chome, Kitakarasuyama, Setagaya-ku, Tokyo.

Assistant Inspector Miyasaki Y/N's Residence.

02:00 hrs.

Finally back at her apartment after filing the case and sending off the Minister's family with words of certainty about exhausting their whole force on the job, she slumps on the sofa, feeling her body become dead weight.

"God..." she sighs, fatigued. "That was a long night."

#my hero academy fanfiction #boko no hero academia #dabi fanfic #My hero academia #Touya todoroki #Touya fanfic #bnha touya #dabi my hero academia #jin bubaigawara #league of villains #mr compress #shigaraki tomura #spinner #toga himiko #twice #Magne #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #Hawks #hawksbnha #keigo takami

[pepperful-qt]

Also I saw that you're into hp too, I'd like to request a hq x hp crossover please! Relationship hcs of kuroo, osamu and semi (separately) with a slytherin s/o? + bonus if there are suggestive hcs as well. I personally hc kuroo to be a fellow slytherin so I'd really appreciate it if you could assign slytherin for him! I'll leave osamu's and semi's houses to you ^^ thanks again!

ahhh this request made me so excited !! funnily enough I hc slytherin for all these babes🙈im one myself haha let's go🐍🐍🐍 this isn’t late shh

warnings: suggestive situations/language, alcohol (firewhiskey?? & substances)

Kuroo, Osamu, & Semi with a Slytherin s/o HP! AU

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Kuroo Tetsurou

he’s an example of a great slytherin leader

definitely a prefect/head boy, quidditch captain, and is in like 3 clubs. you bet he’s a favorite among professors too

he’s the stereotypical slytherin that’s good at potions, but it’s not bc he’s a slytherin it’s bc he’s an actual nerd (chemistry nerd? try potions nerd)  

and he’s just generally smart and good in his classes

and so are you :) a prefect too

in fact, you’re quite popular with all the houses and the professors. most people wouldn’t guess that your slytherin based on stereotypes

Kuroo, however, recognizes what you’re really doing: creating a network for yourself, and he respects it, but he will mess with you

you actually become friends with Kenma first, knowing he’s very intelligent, which is how he hears about you other than seeing you in passing in the common room and your shared classes

the first time he speaks to you is in potions class and brings up Kenma as a common point, and continues just charming his way through the conversation

he’s just too nice. but there’s little hints of provocation in there too

so you make things fun and flirt back, but play innocent hard to get 

the whole time before he actually asks you out is this back and forth witty banter and flirting that drives everyone crazy

which by the way, he keeps dropping hints that you’re going to have to ask first, but when you finally crack and start to he asks instead, making you flustered (which was his goal the whole time)

can i just say: power couple

y’all are just popular and no one knows why really?? you’re just hard to hate. it’s allll jealousy

you’re also the parents of the slytherins too. you keep em in line but also have no issue standing up to anyone

and trust me, no one wants to mess with you two. you have respect for more than one reason, and knowing a nasty hex or two is def one of them

that network i was talking about? comes in handy all the time

he’ll casually mention a specific kind of root he needs for a potion he wants to try in his extracurricular potion lessons (yes he’s that person) and you just go:

“oh Richard has a friend in ravenclaw who’s got a cousin working at a shop in Hogsmeade that gets those regularly. want me to ask?”

he’s good at getting away with his shenanigans. usually. you always catch him and never let him live it down

when he acts all cocky you know just what to say to knock him down a few pegs, or flirt up a storm that makes everyone around you gag at the sexual tension

“yes captain”

honestly, it feels like you’re the only ones who know the other completely, save for Kenma with Kuroo

he’s the type that will cast orchideous when he sees you by yourself and make flowers grow next to you before walking up and revealing himself aw <3

other students would rather hug the giant squid than get in a debate with you two, especially if you’re together. they’re feelings and egos will be permanently scarred

more pda than other slytherin x slytherin relationships. you’re not afraid to show that you belong to each other

it’ll be something like an arm around your shoulder or a kiss on the cheek as a greeting (it’s still subtle)

however,,

more than one occasion he’ll come up behind you while you’re working in the library and massage your shoulders while kissing your neck and whispering some suggestions into your ear

it looks very innocent from an outside perspective, but he makes it so hard to concentrate with his hot breath on your skin

and did i mention you’re both prefects? wow do you abuse your privilege sometimes

what’s more exciting than getting a little action in a dark secluded part of the castle by torchlight during your nightly rounds?

need i mention the bath? steamy.. Myrtle’s a blabbermouth too, so the other prefects know what’s up. but really, are they gonna stop you?

not always, of course. shared baths are some of the best times to have real talk and deep conversations

100% supportive of each other and will take over the world one day, we love to see it

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Miya Osamu

the temptation to just make him from Durmstrang-

***i just know people will fight me for sorting him into Slytherin. it’s true that he fits in others but he’s flexible, so i stuck him here for now. i already admitted he was a hat stall calm down.

ANYWAYS

Osamu’s career as a Hogwarts student is made up of 2 things: quidditch and a secret snack and substance smuggling ring he started in his second year

the Miya twins have a reputation with quidditch just like with volleyball (Osamu is a chaser, Atsumu is a beater. great team)

(i imagine they’re pureblood too, not rlly important though. if you’re half/muggleborn, enjoy teaching his clueless ass about basic muggle society)

you’re another proud and competitive slytherin, who somehow has dirt on anyone and everyone

you’re on the quidditch team too, even better. that’s where you grow close to the twins at first, making you guys a power trio in your own right. quidditch dream team <3

not only do you spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other intimately as teammates (beyond the facades) and allowing his feelings to grow slowly yet surely, but Atsumu is also there to provoke and make Osamu subconsciously jealous when he gets feelings

you’re great at talking Atsumu in circles, which frustrates him and amuses Osamu

(more than once the twins have gotten into pseudo-duels and nearly burned the quidditch stands to the ground. lucky your common room is in a stone dungeon omfg)

you obv know about his snack business, initiating a bit of blackmail to get him to do favors for you, but all in good fun. eventually one of those favors is a date ;)

it’s a quiet relationship, not an in-your-face one, but no one can deny the chemistry,, it’s almost suffocating itself

he’d messed around a little, but they never lasted more than a week. so when he realized you’d hit the month mark he was (internally) “oh shit”

you go on Hogsmeade dates all the time <3 he actually laughs when you get a butterbeer foam mustache. it was an accident the first time, now you do it on purpose ;)

you become a business partner for his smuggling ring. your blackmail means you’ve got lots of people under your thumb and lots of favors available to call in. he also trusts your judgement

fangirls are always jealous, but merlin help them if they confront you. if they’re lucky you’ll roll your eyes and ignore them, but usually you’ll decimate them with words and leave them in the dust. you also know how to hex and get away with it (just blame someone else duh)

yeah rumors happen and it’s annoying, bc you really don’t need people staring at you all the time, but neither you or Osamu even address it

both of you are invited to Slughorn’s parties along with Atsumu, you’re that couple

you’re staring someone down and he comes from behind and snakes (ha) his arms around your waist, glaring at them over your shoulder. 11/10 terrifying

sitting in the courtyard talking to your friends, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair

sneaking into the kitchens together. once you tried some cooking charms and the next day everyone’s eggs were neon green at breakfast...oops?

holding hands while you walk through the hallways and the crowd parts around you

Atsumu is secretly bitter his brother has such a cool s/o and he has yet to have a serious relationship, so he’ll bother & tease the two of you a lot to cope smh

though you don’t show it in public and often give off a tough front instead, behind closed doors you’re actually very loving and committed to one another

favorite places for ~special~ time? quidditch locker room & your dorm

you find excuses to stay behind after practice together. your teammates used to think it was just a coincidence until they finally caught on (not that they’d tattle. if you get caught that’s your business)

imo Osamu would probably be willing to try involving charms in some way during sexy times. a spark on your skin, binding, whatever. most of them are one-offs but it’s the thought that counts ig

there’s an unspoken rule in the slytherin boys dorm to stick a drooble’s gum wrapper on the door of the dorm to tell the others to stay out, but Osamu doesn’t trust anyone so he prefers hanging out in your room. it’s quieter and your roommates know not to try anything <3

he smuggles in some firewhiskey and other stuffs for you two to enjoy by yourselves <3

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Semi Eita

(debated with gryffindor for him, but ultimately decided nahh)

Semi is less of the sly and underhanded slytherin and more of the ambitious and self-assured kind

idk why, but i’m feeling a love-hate to friendly competition to friends to lovers ?? don’t ask ajsldkf

you’re a top student, mostly bc of your charm though. no one knows if your good grades are real (they are, but it doesn’t hurt being the teacher’s favorite)

though you hop around friend circles, you don’t have a solid group. sort of an outcast in that way

he knows you exist, but no one really expects much from you. aha, big mistake

every single time you sweep everyone in classes, one way or another, you come out on top (hey i won’t question your methods) and oh does it piss him off. you’ve hit a competitive nerve my friend,, little bit of envy too :/

he confronts you, but you evade, maybe with a little challenge or provocation

from then on it’s just little jabs at each other. he corrects your stirring technique. you return the favor in transfiguration with his wrist motion

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

he ends up partnering with you in potions, just to see your tricks up close i swear. he didn’t realize that meant he’d see different sides of you when you study. the way you mingle with everyone intrigues and fascinates him, and slowly curiosity takes the place of spite

he saw you prank a gryffindor into drinking babbling beverage, and it was the first time he saw a genuine smile from you (even if it was a little malicious) 

slowly your relationship shifts as you learn more about each other. you’re more than a suspected cheater and he’s more than a hotheaded jock

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

both of you are super super stubborn and too proud to admit feelings for each other sigh, cue slytherin bff tendou to the rescue. count on him for some elaborate scheme to finally get you two together. thank god

once you are together, you’re inseparable

you send each other messages on paper birds charmed to fly to the other, wherever they are. it’s gotten you in trouble a few times (Snape will read them out loud, just bc you’re slytherin doesn’t mean you’re spared embarrassment)

you are in charge of his outfits if you ever go on casual dates to Hogsmeade. sorry eita it’s not a debate <3

he’s super fcking protective, and has a bit of a jealous streak. scary when irritated, but no more than you are

most loyal freaking couple ever though

you’ll have heated debates with each other that from the outside look like you’re fighting but five minutes later you’re chilled out on the common room couch reading a book together, him reading over your shoulder as you sit between his legs

deep conversations late at night in the common room, watching the giant squid & cuddling by the fireplace

love talking about your dreams and aspirations, joking about taking over the world together <3

though it takes some convincing for him on your part, you’re great at sneaking out and not getting caught. you know the secret passages like the back of your hand thanks to being stuck in the dungeons, and like hell rules are going to keep you from enjoying what you want

Hogsmeade, down by the black lake/boathouse at night, and your favorite spot, the astronomy tower <3

you’ll go up there at night, casting sparks from your wand that decorate the air like hovering stars, and just enjoy the beauty of magic and each other

the first time you were almost caught, you ended up in a snug secret passage, and that was your first kiss

sometimes you’re almost caught and then it’s a nice flashback to that time

low on pda outside of holding hands, but get a little firewhiskey and you’re all over each other

late night study sessions in the library that often turn into makeout sessions when you’re finally alone what can i say, the possibility of getting caught is exciting

a big part of your relationship is impressing and inspiring each other every day. you understand each others’ passions and habits, and you’re constantly keeping each other in check while also pushing yourselves to be better (tbh top tier slytherin x slytherin dynamic)

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a/n: anyone want a fic out of these?? omfg please send more harry potter or au in general

#sorry this took so long i wanted it to be good #kuroo tetsuro #miya osamu #semi eita #kuroo tetsuro x reader #miya osamu x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu harry potter #harry potter au #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #semi x reader

[thedevilsruby]

Pre-established Arlo x reader where Reader never joined any of the teams and have to frequently turn down invitations from the main three, who don't seem to wrap their heads around the fact that they don't wanna join? The trainers pick up their leaders' mood and begin pestering them as well. The only ones to never do it? Team Go Rocket. And when there's another meeting, the very annoyed reader goes like "You know what, screw you. You want me to join a team? Fine, I'll join team Go Rocket."

You rolled your eyes as you saw another envelope bearing the symbols of Teams Valor, Mystic and Instinct. It was another invitation to join one of them.

When would they get the message that you simply didn’t care to join one? Wasn’t going on a journey to learn and catch new Pokemon enough for them?

You went to the meeting with trainers and even the three Leaders. Sometimes even Professor Willow would be there. But you just didn’t feel the joy most trainers talked about.

This was the fifth letter this month. You rolled your eyes and let your little Charmander burn it for fun. Ugh.

But you were about to find it wasn’t going to just stop at letters. Soon, all your friends who were on the Teams were telling you to just pick one and join them. They would say how fun and epic it was to be part of a team, how fulfilling it was.

You would just roll you eyes, say “no thanks” and walk away before they could say anything else.

But you noticed a difference in their villainous rival team, Team Rocket. 

All three Leaders, Sierra, Cliff and Arlo, knew how to take no for an answer. 

You would battle them, beat them (or lose, but you didn’t go down without a fight), then they would say how impressive your skills are and you should join them. You said no, you weren’t interested in a team

Sierra would shrug and say “At least think about it, dear.” before walking away. Cliff would say “If that’s what you want.” in the gentlest of tones and hurry away to whatever task his Boss bestowed.

But Arlo gave you different vibe. 

Arlo would tell you “If you ever join, you could be great. Even I have that much respect for you.” Then disappear without a trace.

It gave you Butterfree in your stomach.

But you brushed it aside, deciding it wasn’t important.

But one day, you snapped.

You got another letter, specifically requesting you to go to a meeting with the three Leaders. 

“fine.” You muttered, wanting to get it over with. You once again fed it to your Charmander and headed out to VMI HQ, which was painted red, blue and yellow.

You entered and saw the three Leaders chatting in the main room, Candela must have joked because Spark was laughing cheerily and Blanche simply rolled their eyes and shook their head.

“Hello.” You said simply.

All three heads whirled around to see you. “Y/n!” Spark and Candela said happily, Blanche seemed surprised to see you.

“Come on, we’ll go to meeting room two so we can talk.” Candela said, patting your shoulder as she walked by. You rolled your eyes inwardly and followed the trio to a rather small room with a round table and chairs, a small table set aside for refreshments whenever they had guests.

“Please sit.” Blanche said, sitting at their usual spot between Candela and Spark. You took the seat farthest from them, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a point as to why I’m here?” You asked.

“Y/n, you’ve been ignoring our requests to join one of us for a month now.” Spark said, with a sigh. “You have so much potential, Y/n. Tell us why you won’t.”

“Simple: I don’t want to.” You said with an edge to your voice.

Candela rubbed her face, trying not to groan. “Y/n, you have such passion and fire in you. You’re brave and make sure things get done. You’d be perfect for Valor.” She said, almost pleadingly.

“No,” You snarled.

“Y/n, I’ve seen your work and you obviously know what you’re doing. You think things through and never lose yourself in battle. You know that. Team Mystic could be your calling.” Blanche offered. 

“No thanks.” You said disinterestedly.

“Y/n, work with me here. You’re so happy all the time and you love your Pokemon, I see the joy on your face when one of your eggs hatches. That’s what Instinct’s all about so join me and we’ll make the world a better place!” Spark said in his usual enthusiastic tone, grinning and doing a thumbs up.

“Look!” You finally snapped. “I don’t want to join a team, ok!? I don’t see the point! Some trainers just work better on their own!” You groaned, rubbing your face.

“But Y/n-” Blanche tried to intervene, but you held your hand up, finally having enough of this Taurus-shit.

“You want me to join a team?! FINE!” You yelled, making all three Leaders jump at the ferocity in your voice. “I’m joining Team Rocket!” 

“Team what?!” Candela yelled, standing up. “I absolutely forbid you to-”

“No, they know how to take no for an answer! They don’t spam me with letters every week! They understand me!” You said, looking Candela in the eye. “So I bid the three of you good. day!”

You stormed out, never looking back to see the three faces as they tried to process what just happened.

One week later...

You fidgeted with your skirt, tongue sticking out a bit. 

“Do Grunts really have to wear them this short?” You whined, making Arlo chuckle.

“Y/n, relax.” He said, shaking his head. “This is just your first day, you’ll do great.” He said. 

You smiled nervously. In a few minutes, you would be able to choose your Shadow starter. You hoped for an Ekans. Or a Scyther like Arlo.

“She ready?” Cliff asked, entering the room, Sierra clinging tightly to his arm. You pieced it together they were an item when you entered the building and saw them nuzzling on the couch.

You wondered if you and Arlo could be like that one day.

“Almost. She’s adjusting to the outfit.” He said with an amused smirk. You rolled your eyes, you would have to get used to his teasing.

“I do not miss those skirts.” Sierra said with a groan. “I’m so happy Boss let me change my uniform when I became a Leader.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in one.” Cliff teased, Sierra smacked his arm lightly and blushed.

You smiled. So this is what it was like being part of a team that cared.

“I could get used to this.” You thought. 

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@whatsupwithjinx it’s finally done! This was an interesting turn on how people view VMI so I had quite the experience writing it!

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[kuronanox]

Hesitant - Ukitake Jushiro

(Your Name) and Ukitake first met when she graduated the academy top of her class. She  had happen to be put on a mission, it was a simple mission, the task was to eliminate hollows that were appearing in the forest near the rukongai district.

(Your Name) was about done with the last hollow and jogged to catch up with the rest of the team when she was then surrounded by a flock of hollows. Steadily she let out a kido to eliminate the ones behind her so she could find an opening to escape. With an opening appearing she lunges out the area but was pulled back by a hollows that had tentacles as it wrapped it around her body as she yelped in pain.

"Shit!" She cursed and tried to squeeze out but only to yell out in pain as the tentacles wrapped around her tighter.

Ukitake had gotten word from a few subordinates that the team who was in charge of the hollows around the rukongai district had got back but one of the girls was missing.

Kaien was already out in a meeting so it left Ukitake no choice but to go himself. "Don't worry I'll go." He told his squads members and rushed to the district. He found her body limped on the floor as the hollows were about to devour her.

"I can't believe I'm about to die like this... I'm so pathetic."

(Your Name) tightly shuts her eyes and was prepared for the worse but it was replaced by a warm body embracing her as she looked up to see her captain smiling down at her. She had been saved.

"Captain." She uttered out as Ukitake took her out of harms way and she watched as he cut down the hollows so easily, it almost made her embarrassed. After cleaning the mess up he carefully picked her up and carried them all the way to the 4th squad for medical attention.

"I-I'm okay." She stutters but he shakes his head. "You have internal bleeding in your body, if I was a second late you would be dead." He says to the smaller girl as she stares up at him.

(Your Name) didn't really know what the captain looked because he was always sick apparently, so she thought Kaien was the leader for squad 13 for the longest time. Never in her life she thought a man was so beautiful with his long locks of silver hair and gentle smile.

(Your Name) woke up in the infirmary with bandages all around her stomach and abdomen area. The nurse said parts of her ribs broke and some of her organs were getting crushed harshly. "Top of my class but still weak."

Lying down in silence a knock was at her door as she gently sits up and sees her Captain with a big smile on his face and sweets in his arms. (Your Name) tilts her head confused if he was here for her or someone else but she looked around to see no one else but her in the infirmary. "Captain?" She calls out as he happily pulls up a seat next to her.

"Ahh (Your Name) how are you feeling?" Ukitake begins to asks setting down the sweets in her lap as she looks down to see variety of chocolate and hard candy that looked tempting to eat but, she knew that the state she was in wouldn't allow her to consume such foods.

"I feel bruised up but resting makes it feel better." She honestly says.

"You were out for a week." He says to her as she noticed flowers placed on her stand. "Did Captain bring me flowers? I don't have any other close friends yet."

She was so embarrassed that she roughly opened up various candy trying to take the blush that was forming on her face away. "(Your Name) slow down the candy will be here." Ukitake says gently helping her open up the bags. She notice how soft his hands were as it lightly brushed against hers.

"I'm sorry Captain I'm just embarrassed." She admits as he chuckles.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, we all fall into trouble once."

"That's not what I'm talking about but if you say so Captain."

After another long week in the infirmary she was out and ready to work again. Stretching her body she smiles and embrace the sunlight. Ukitake visited her three more times after that. He was kind to her and it made her stomach filled with butterflies.

"Stop! He's like hella old and you're like really young." She says out loud as a gentle hand rested on her shoulder. "Who's old?" Ukitake teased from behind the girl as she jumps.

"C-Captain!" She blushes as he could only laugh because her expression were cute to him. "I heard you were getting discharged today so I came to walk you back."

Her eyes widen as she gives a warm smile and allows him to walk her back. "I'm giving you an month to rest, I know you are healed but that doesn't mean you should push your body to fast." Ukitake says in concern as she nods her head.

(Your Name) was slowly started to fall for the older Shinigami as time pasted by. Although there was moments she would rarely see him because of captain work or he was out due to sickness. She still would find the chance to talk to him once a while.

Of course Ukitake knew, he was alive for hundreds of years he could easily tell from the way she talked and her body language towards him. Luckily for her Ukitake also shared the same feelings but never got the courage to tell her just yet.

"I don't know she's really young, maybe she can find someone her age to make her happy, after all I'm just a sick old dude." Ukitake tells Kyoraku as the man in the hat sighs and pats him on the back.

"Ma, don't be so hard on yourself. This girl seems to really like you I'm jealous." He teased Ukitake as they enjoyed hot tea on a cold winter afternoon. "You were always popular with the lady, have our roles reversed?" He laughs as Kyoraku smirks.

"No I still am actually! But I think you should give it a chance. I mean who would wanna stick with a sick old dude?"

Ukitake lightly glares as Kyoraku laughs. "See, that's what I'm saying if she's willing to stay with you even if you are sick and older maybe you should give her a chance. It doesn't hurt to try. Plus I see the way you look at her. It's something I haven't seen before."

Ukitake sighs and looks up at the sky. "Maybe he is right."

It had been one of those good days for Ukitake his body was feeling light and he was energetic. It had been months since the conversation he had with Kyoraku played off but he wanted to take things slow. So he started to invite (Your Name) out for walks and to drink tea and once he took her star gazing.

She didn't know his feelings for her which made her frustrated as each day passed by.

"I don't know if he likes me but he's so nice, but Captain is always nice and kind to everyone. Ugh! This is frustrating!"

Casually she was trying to reach for book on one of the shelf but a taller hand had helped her reach for it as she felt the body heat from behind her.

"Is this what you are looking for?" Ukitake asks as she nods and takes the book from his hand. "Are you busy today?" She asks him as he shakes his head. "I secretly gave Kaien my papers today." He whispers to her as she laughs imagining Kaien trying to sort and figure everything out.

"Wait does that mean he made time to hang out with me?" She blushes and looks down to hide it but Ukitake can see clearly at it as he smiles down at her.

"(Your Name) I've been meaning to talk to you about something." He then says leading her to his office as she sat down on the couch comfortably. "Yes Captain?"

"My feelings for you are mutual." He begins to say as she sits quietly and hears him out. "What scares me if our age difference and my physical state I am in though. I really want whats best for you so I've been holding off on telling you how I feel."

(Your Name) eyes widen as she walks toward the older man and gives him a small hug as he hesitantly accepts and hugs her back.

"Captain is stupid, I don't care the age difference or if you are sick all the time. I like you because you were nice and kind to me and everyone else. You just make my day brighter and I wanna keep you by my side as long as I have you." She admits as Ukitake pulls her into a bigger embrace now.

She kisses his forehead.

"(Your Name) you will have me until the day I die and I will have you until we have to part." He says as they both smile towards each other.

"Don't be so humble, now I get to kiss you whenever I want!" She cheers getting him off the chair onto the couch and pushing him down. "Finally I can embrace you like this." (Your Name) says laying on him as Ukitake embraces her back with a smile.

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[skzsoft]

raising our voices

stray kids 9th member au,, m.list

conflict between two members has been going on ever since kirei joined the boys. three weeks go by and kirei decides she has had enough of it, but perhaps getting involved wasn’t the best decision.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

every family fights. i knew that, however i didn't expect it to happen so soon in stray kids. when i first met the rest of the boys, they all seemed to get along perfectly. they all seemed incredibly close during that first practice we had together. but it had been nearly three weeks since then and i had quickly caught on to the conflict happening between jisung and hyunjin. i also discovered, from jisung, that there was no specific reason for their feud; they apparently just didn't get along.

when i first noticed the snappy comments between them, all i wanted to do was get them to stop. i felt this urge to try and resolve their conflict, but seungmin discouraged me from doing so, saying that it was probably best that i didn't get involved. i understood at first, whatever their issue was it wasn't any of my business. however, as these three weeks went by i had to admit that the whole feud was starting to become more and more of my business, and everyone else's too.

the constant nagging between the two was tiring and always brought the mood down whenever the group was practicing, we could never catch a break. even if it was their issue, it was affecting the whole group. i can always see it on the members' faces, the look of irritation or fatigue. so it became evident to me pretty quickly that their business was also my business, it was the whole group's business.

not all of us happened to live together just yet, so far there was only a few members living in a dorm together. the company had told us that they would let us all move in once we started shooting the reality show, so for now i was living alone in my parents house.

my parents are currently living in my hometown, gold coast, back in australia. but they own a house here in seoul, which i've been living in by myself for the last few months. this meant i could escape the arguing when i was home, but this still has never stopped the constant urge to intervene anytime hyunjin and jisung fight.

today happened to be a bad day, i arrived to practice late because my bus from school got delayed. i also left my umbrella at home this morning, not aware that it was meant to rain, and got soaked on my way back from school. and the cherry on top was that i forgot to put a change of clothes in my locker at jyp, meaning i had arrived in a drenched school uniform with nothing to change into. minho has very kindly let me borrow his spare clothes, which consisted of merely grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

i was not in a good mood to say the least, and i was certainly not in the mood to hear any arguing between hyunjin and jisung.

the practice started off normally, with a quick warm up and some stretches like we usually did. we also started learning some choreography for warrior's descendant, the song that we'd perform at the upcoming showcase. it was just about one month away so we has time to practice and perfect the dance.

there was one particular move that jisung seemed to have trouble getting the hang of, which didn't really matter for now as we had a lot of time to practice before the showcase. hyunjin, however wasn't letting him off the hook.

"jesus jisung you can't even do this simple move, how the hell are we going to able to debut if you keep making small mistakes?" hyunjin remarked, frustrating jisung who didn't hesitate to snap back.

"at least i can rap and sing properly, shame you're only good at dancing"

usually i was patient with the two of them, but my mood today definitely did not have the patience to tolerate their pointless arguing. usually i'd try to think before i say anything or try not to raise my voice, however i wasn't in the right head space to do this today.

"oh my god can the both of you stop arguing for once? it's tiring and it's bothering everyone here,  grow up guys." i snapped mindlessly, not realizing an argument would break out afterwards.

"yah, it's none of your business. so stop trying to get involved in something that doesn't regard you. if it bothers you so much you can go back to the female trainees." he spat, looking directly into my eyes with a vicious stare. it was probably the first time i had ever made actual eye contact with him too. i was to angry to even care about what he had said about me, all i wanted was the feud to stop.

"hey hyunjin don't say things like that" minho butted in. hyunjin didn't pay much attention to him however.

"look leave kirei alone she hasn't done anything, all she wants is peace, but your too much of an ass to make any effort at all" jisung said, defending me. i appreciated his defence, but i also wanted to speak for myself.

"you're making it everyone's business by constantly starting shit!" at this point i was just mad, mad that he wasn't listening, mad that he was being selfish and disregarding how everyone was feeling.

over the last three weeks, i hadn't had any trouble getting to know the others guys. i was able to get really close to them, even changbin who had been awkward for the first week — turns out he was just overwhelmed by my addition do stray kids, but also constantly reassured me that he did want me in the group. the only person that i had made no progress with whatsoever was hyunjin. even when i tried starting up conversations during or after practice, he'd always give me short responses and just walk away. there was simply just zero effort being made, and it was becoming extremely frustrating honestly. this probably added to the reason i was getting riled up.

"okay guys! cut it out! seriously!" it was bang chan's loud voice resonating through the whole practice room that made the three of us silent. we all stared at him, not knowing what to say at all.

"i'm honestly really disappointed in how unprofessional the three of you are being right now. kirei, you're right, the bickering is incredibly tiring for the team, but raising our voices like this only makes it worse. i'm expecting more from you three in the future. so please, just cool off for the rest of the practice and figure this out peacefully in your own time." bang chan finished, clearly not impressed in how the three of us had acted today.

in a way, i was frustrated that my efforts were being discredited. but i ultimately understood chan, he was only doing his job as leader. perhaps i had acted irrationally, we all would have been better off talking about everything privately.

the rest of the practice went by without any more snarky comments. i think the two boys got the message, loud and clear. when practice finally came to an end, i noticed chan giving the three of us a look, a look that seemed to be encouraging the three of us to talk. so, i said goodbye to the other guys as they packed up their stuff and left; i once again thanked minho for the clothes.

soon the practice room was left with only myself, jisung and hyunjin. not wanting to waste anytime, i immediately began to question hyunjin.

"look hyunjin, i have absolutely no problems with you. i want to be friends, so if i did anything to you can you please talk this out with me? for the sake of the team." i questioned, he seemed to have let his guard down quite a bit. he sat down cross legged on the floor, jisung and i quickly followed.

"i'm sorry i've been such an asshole to you for the last three weeks, you really don't deserve it i'm just an idiot." he said running his hands through his hair, visibly annoyed at himself. he looked up at me, and i gave him a look encouraging him to continue.

"i guess, when i first met you during that monthly evaluation i had been crushing on you for a few weeks and i was just shy and awkward. i got over it pretty quickly but when chan mentioned you were joining us, i don't know, i just felt weird. and when you finally came, i just felt even more awkward because i didn't know how to react this whole 9 boys - 1 girl concept. either way, it's no excuse to the way i've treated you, especially today. so i just want to say sorry, i really am." what chan had said seemed to have really made hyunjin think, because he had poured his entire heart out in a matter of minutes.

i felt grateful that he had finally let his guard down and told me what was going on. i had to admit i didn't expect him to have crushed on me, but it was in the past, nearly two years ago, it didn't matter anymore. on the other hand, i could sense how jisung  felt in that moment, probably not expecting hyunjin to open up like had.

"i understand hyunjin, and thank you for saying all of that. i accept your apology. i just hope that we can be on good terms and get close now" i stated, to which hyunjin nodded and gave me a warm smile. in three weeks he had never smiled at me like that, it made me happy.

"well, i guess i'm done here then" i said, getting up from the floor and grabbing my things. i looked at jisung, who's was begging with his eyes for me not to go. but i knew that it was better if i left them, it was their issue not mine and they needed to figure this out for themselves.

"please try to talk things out, i don't care if you guys aren't best buddies afterwards. just at least try to resolve it or agree to be professional. i'll see you tomorrow boys." i finished before walking out of the practice room. i felt satisfied with how the day had wrapped up, sure it had it's ups and downs but i learned a lot.

we were a family, and no family is perfect. we argue, we fight. but in the end family is family, the love will always be there.

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[strangesmallbard]

I THINK U KNOW WHAT IM GOING TO SAY BUT I'LL SAY IT ANYWAY: BSG AU!!!!!

(”there’s a prophecy, you know. one of those myths you learn about a kid. a savior, born from a past full of troubles, will lead her struggling people to the land where they will know peace.”)

1. 

regina is forty-second in line for the presidency. its kept her mother at bay enough to stay on leonis and out of her life, but now–

“mom,” henry says, voice more quiet than she’s ever heard. his three month old scowl is gone and she doesn’t want it back, she wants him to look at her with warmth again, but anything, anything is better than his stretched brow, pinched mouth, his fingernails digging into her arm. “mom, what’s going on?”

oh, she could lie to him. sing away the nightmares just outside. 

“ma’am?” she hears. she can only focus on her son, the spool of numbers in her hand, the chip in her mauve nail polish. 

regina is forty-second in line for the presidency, and number forty-one has just died outside caprican airspace. regina was a teacher once and never donned a pencil skirt again. regina had a horse outside caprica city. rocinante. regina adopted a son even though everyone said she couldn’t. regina–

“someone,” she says, and clears away a storm in her throat. she holds her son’s hand. she rolls back her shoulders and fixes that captain with enough of a glare to press him backwards into competency. “someone get me a bible.”

if only mother could see her now.

2.

here is emma “nike” swan on a good day: 

flight-suit hanging off her waist, the good kind of sweat on the back of her neck, feeling like maybe, maybe nike could suit her after-all, like she doesn’t have bigger and better shoes to fill, the sweet hum of her viper, trading freshly won cubits for a geminon cigar with lucas in the barracks, circling numbers for apartments she’d maybe like to live in after, after.

after.

it’s not a good day.

“what the frak do you mean the president isn’t meeting us at the rendezvous? isn’t the president dead?” emma stops zipping up her flight suit to stare.

“new one stepped up. regina mills.”

“who? wait, the speaker from the education department at the ceremony earlier? how–”

“it’s not for you to worry about,” commander nolan says with his usual small, thin lipped smile, the one that’s supposed to be calming and is not frakking calming when frakking cylons are murdering her fam–

emma swallows bile. she bites it too. “i could show up on colonial one. tell she’s being–”

nolan sighs, and its sharp enough to shut her up. “don’t veer off course, nike.” he manages a quirk of a grin. “and bring in the cat.”

she manages one back. she manages a salute.

she doesn’t manage to follow orders.

3.

regina mills is standing on the galactica with her son’s hand in hers, and the fate of the fleet in another. her heels click on the metal underneath and she wishes she could shuck them out an airlock.

commander david nolan, whose hand she shook earlier, who argued with her about networking and legacies, does not look like he’s currently staving off the aftershocks of a war. except around the eyes.

“madame president,” he says, carefully, uncertainly. her neck flushes with annoyance. he looks at henry, who is taking in the galactica in active duty–viper pilots whizzing by her hastily created presidential team, engineers half-suited from sleep pushing crucial pieces of tech on carts. “i understand this is probably an undertaking you didn’t antici–”

“commander, is there a reason your viper squad leader, this emma swan, showed up on my landing pad and demanded to speak with me while i was in the middle of something incredibly important?”

4.

“nike, nike, come in, nike. emma.” nolan’s fist is clenched over the comm. “please.” regina hears gwen suck in a breath over swan’s feed, and the whole cic caves into this one singular moment, the static overbearing. 

nolan’s eyes meet hers. there’s a desperation sunk into the folds on his forehead that regina frankly never wanted to see.

“commander,” she says, firmly. “we have to go. the cylons–”

“i am not leaving my best pilot–”

something constricts in regina’s chest, sharp and in the shape of henry’s undying, unfounded adoration for nike, who’s about to get them all killed. (in the shape of emma swan, who made him smile for the first time in weeks.) “this fleet has fifty thousand people, and one of them will–”

he slams a fist down. “she’s still out there! we haven’t given them enough time–”

“sir,” gwen says, startled. “sir, there’s a cylon ship coming our way–”

regina shakes her head and presses forward. nolan stands tall. she hears marian’s quiet oh, frak behind her, even from behind a clipboard. “commander, i know you still think i’m a silly schoolteacher, but mark my words, i will use the full force of the law of all twelve colonies in order to–”

“hey! is some…on the comms?” 

gwen lets out a breath. “lieutenant swan, it’s good to hear your voice.”

“good to hear the fleet’s still flying. i’m elbows deep in cylon ship right now so i’d really like it if no one shot me down?”

nolan lets out a laugh. “roger that. bring her in.”

after the flight dek crew hauls her out and shout her praises, she lands in front of regina absolutely covered head to toe in cylon gunk, and manages to give her something of a nonchalant glare anyway. “what? here to yell at me again? put me in the brig?”

the crew has the good sense to step back and get back to work.

“i don’t think you understand what’s happening, lieutenant.”

“come again, madame president?”

regina steps forward, sharply. “i may not understand every military term, but i do know that being a relentless showboat is going to get this entire fleet killed before you can say toaster.”

swan puts her hands on her hips and she’s a striking picture in the grey glare of the flight deck. striking even to regina. she cracks a tired laugh. “yeah? and we’re alive right now anyway. oh, and tell that to the other guy who managed to score enough cylon tech to really understand what we’re up against.”

regina tugs her lips up. “you better hope it’s worth it, nike,” she bites. sleepless nights roil in her gut and her chest burns, burns. “because every time we lose, you lose, it could be the last.”

swan eyes bore into hers. she salutes her, slowly. “yes, sir.”

she turns to leave, tracking gunk all the way, and that something constricts again. “swan,” she says, wary and full. “henry will be…glad to know that you’re alive.”

she turns back, a small smile crossing her face. “tell him there’s a dessert ration with his name on it.”

before she can answer, swan turns again and leaves.

regina steels herself against the day, against tomorrow and however many they have left, and walks on. her heels click against the floor, and she doesn’t think of grassy fields and quiet routines that can’t exist.

5.

regina mills is a good frakking president.

she’s collected in moments she needs to be, but there’s a fire behind her eyes that seems endless, boundless. it builds when people don’t get that they. will. die, they will never, ever get to earth if they won’t listen to her. it’s in the set of her jaw, her shoulders reared forward, the dangerous hand she puts on a hip.

and boy is there shit she does that emma doesn’t agree with, but.

it’s why they’re all alive.

(and it’s why regina breathes out exhaustion in the aftershocks. not that emma doesn’t believe she can’t handle it. not anymore. not that emma is. worried. worried enough to wonder if she ever frakking sleeps, worried enough to memorize her extension number, just in case–)

and well, not that emma would ever tell her. to her face, anyway.

but maybe to her son. 

who’s taken with emma, for some reason. or well, with nike. the victorious hero. the one the fleet needs her to be. (ha).

“my birth mom, you know, she’s probably…” henry swallows and ripples the pages of his book. “you know, what happened to everyone probably happened to her. but i don’t know that because she didn’t tell me that–”

“henry,” emma says, and folds her hands in front of her. she swallows. “kid, there’s something…i need to talk to you about.”

the next time they solve some crisis–water of all things–regina catches her arm on the way into the raptor. the corners of her eyes soften. a breeze from the ice planet sweeps hair across her shoulders.

emma’s holding her damn breath.

“thanks,” she says. she smiles, small and sure. her eyes turn bright. a new president regina mills that emma has never met before. “for…thanks.”

“too many people have lost someone,” emma says quietly with a shrug big enough to catch whatever’s building up in her throat. “you shouldn’t lose each other to some…hypothetical.”

mills keeps looking at her, something far-off catching her eyes. “we don’t have those anymore, do we, lieutenant,” she says. 

before she can answer, mills walks into the raptor.

6.

who does swan have, regina thinks before she can stop herself into the dark of her barracks, her son snoring softly across the room.

7. 

“no,” regina says, because lieutenant emma swan is still not the commander, even when she acts more like a commander than nolan.

swan grits her teeth and cocks her head. “then we’re going to lose half the fleet, madame president.”

she smiles and straightens out a stack of papers–numbers, food inventories, the lifeblood of the fleet. “at least you managed the title right even if you refuse to honor it, nike.” she lets the syllable roll slowly, lips curling around the i.

swan’s face turns stony, turns red. “then think about your son–”

too far.

“get out.”

she doesn’t. she lifts her arms, and her voice goes softer. “we’re on the same side, regina. we always have been.”

regina presses a hand against her side, breathing, one, two, three. “out.”

8.

she finds swan by the memorial wall. flight suit hanging off her waist, and her arms are half wrapped around herself.

she’s not looking at anyone in particular.

“isn’t it your sleep cycle?” regina says, coming up next to her. without meaning to, her eyes begin to search the smiling faces for a picture that isn’t there. a picture regina isn’t sure she wants memorialized.

swan sighs. “they look so frakking human.”

regina lifts her head, and holds herself. “well, they’re not. that much is clear.”

“it’s not that, madame president.” she feels emma turns. “she…zelena or, whatever she’s really called, she had. conviction. motivation. she was carrying out orders, sure, but she…wanted to.”

she thinks of zelena’s eyes now, bright and wild when they hauled her into a cell. her palms itch, and she she shakes her head against another onslaught of tears.  “…the cylons want us dead, swan.” she finally turns and searches swan’s eyes now. “whatever you want to think, whatever’s true. they will still want us dead. that’s what matters now.”

swan snorts softly. “how frakking human.” she rubs the back of her neck and looks at regina again. “don’t you have a debrief with nolan?”

regina swallows. “i do.” she watches the lines on emma’s forehead, the arm still tucked around her waist. “i suppose i wanted to make sure that you…were handling things. 

swan raises a brow. “handling things?” she laughs fully now, warm. regina’s stomach tigthens. she’s not sure she’s ever heard swan laugh before. “concerned about my emotional health, now?”

“perish the thought,” regina quips. she shifts on her feet, and clears her thraot. “well, i see you’re not drowning in the bottle, lieutenant, so…” she gestures. “i’ll just…”

“thanks,” swan says quickly. “sorry, i mean. for before. for believing me about zelena. i know that was difficult, but–”

“not every day a cylon pretends to be your half-sister.” she stretches out her palm in front of her, and stares at it. “it was ridiculous, wishful thinking in the first place.” 

“still.”

she looks up and swan’s eyes are bright. her brow softens. her arms have dropped from her waist. regina can’t deal with that, anything like that. 

she shakes her head, and steps away. she steels her voice to something casual and sharp. “goodnight, lieutenant.”

9.

after they find the cylon base, after emma dons her flight-suit emblazoned NIKE in the fleet’s colors and her viper squad blasts those toasters to the void they came from, david is looking at them, looking at her, with pride beaming lights on his face. the crew is cheering and no one looks half in the grave for once. someone’s even passing around frakking champagne. who knows where they got it.

president mills is laughing too, clapping along with them, part of the crew, part of the team. it’s a sight to behold, and emma lets herself hold onto the thought. henry is jumping up and down beside her, having been allowed on the galactica to join the celebration.

“to captain emma swan! for getting the hell out of dodge and bringing the fleet to safety once again.”

everyone laughs and–

suddenly, mills’ go wide, mouth slack and brow wrinkled in horror over the thrum of the cheers, and emma opens her mouth to–

pain bursts in her sternum. her fingers come back red.

the last thing she sees is david holding a gun, smoking softly at the barrel. face blank, blank, blank.

10.

“i didn’t…” david frowns, and his voice is wobbly. he furiously wipes at his eyes, his whole face. “frak, regina, i don’t even remember doing it! 

regina laughs, dark and low, and shaking, shaking all over, swan’s, emma’s blood matting on her nice, mother-approved caprican shirt. she stops pacing and steps up to him, a snarl slashed across her face. “you don’t remember trying to murder your standing XO? you don’t remember–”

“no!” david shouts, and wraps a hand around the bars. “damnit, mills! i’ve worked with you for six months! why would i–”

regina puts both hands on the bars and laughs in his face, doesn’t care if she spits at him. “i think you know why, david. and if she,” her voice breaks unexpectedly and she re-sets the snarl. “if the captain dies, i will destroy you toaster bastards back into the shrapnel you were born from.”

11. 

there’s a scream, her name, someone is screaming her name but its muffled as though underwater, and a hand is outstretched trying to pull her up, the hand’s face obscured by a ripple, and–

she opens her eyes and squints against harsh lights and sees henry, quietly reading on the chair next to her, his legs too short to reach the floor. she smiles and something in her sternum is warm and aches, aches, aches.

something in her sternum also frakking hurts.

“henry,” she rasps, “what–”

then, she remembers. she remembers. she presses her fist onto her forehead and presses it against her mouth when a sob wells up like vomit.

“nike?” henry says, and closes his book in an instant. “emma? emma! doctor whale, emma’s awake!”

emma bites her first and swallows it.  she has to. “hey, kid.”

“it’s alright, emma,” henry says and fidgets with his book. he gives a watery smile. “commander nolan…” he frowns and his brows furrow into something too vicious. “the cylon didn’t get away.”

emma nods and the second henry walks away to find whale, she lets out a sob. it shakes her whole body. shakes it cold.

12.

swan’s walking with a cane and her face is sallow, but. she’s okay. she’s alive, pushing through every step with the strength regina has come to know.

she’s okay.

regina breathes sharply through her nose, and beckons her in with an arm and a head tilt to the couch. 

“captain swan,” she says. she plasters on the most genuine politician’s smile she can muster. “doctor whale, and henry, have told me you’re expected to make a full recovery.”

swan laughs lightly, and winces. “sure as frak doesn’t feel like it, but yeah.” she extends her cane out and slowly lowers herself to the couch, holding her sternum all the way. regina sits after her, and crosses her legs.

swan winces again, and looks up her. quirks a brow. “why did you call me up here, madame president?”

regina reaches for the box on the table, and hands it to emma. eyebrow firmly in place, emma slowly opens the box and her eyes slowly widen as she takes in what type of pin is attached to the velvet. “regina…sorry, madame president, i…don’t think i.” she thins her lips. “i don’t think i’m–”

“captain emma swan, this isn’t some charity prize. you, yes, you with your stubbornness, your constant, infuriating insubordination, your–

“having fun talking me up, mills?” there’s a small smile on her lips, but her eyes are big and shining and there’s a crease between her brow.

she takes a deep breath. “as i was saying, you with all that, have shown great leadership. you are one of the reasons the fleet still flies, captain. w–they need you right now.” she tilts her head again. “once you make that full recovery, will you accept this duty?”

swan stares forward, stricken. she lets out a bark of laughter. “i was about to quit the fleet, you know. before. maybe. i was thinking about it. nolan…” she clears her throat, and keeps staring.

“i was two steps away from quitting politics,” regina says, unintentionally softer. she shifts her crossed legs. “then again, i always was.” she catches swan’s eyes. “i’ll give you twenty-four hours to–”

“no…wait,” she picks up the pin and turns it over. she clenches it in her hand and smiles, though the crease between her brow remains. “i’ll do it. commander swan? better ring than captain, i think.”

regina smiles back, real this time.

**

(she laughs. “there’s a reason that’s a myth, emma. there’s no saviors, just…people. making decisions, making sure one of them is right. hoping one of them is right. we don’t have time for peace anymore.”

“how about hoping for hope, regina?”

“maybe. maybe that.”)

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