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petite-phthora · 7 months

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Take care...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 11]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Their first stop was a small café near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & Café. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was ‘his treat’ and that ‘he had promised he’d be the one paying earlier’, they took their food outside.

They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason who’s wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.

Though, Jason wasn’t quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didn’t even notice them.

Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. He’s also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.

And he’s never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.

Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.

After they’re both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.

Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they don’t drift away, favorite movies, etc.

And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

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"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."

Danny’s gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading ‘Iceberg Lounge’.

"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batman’s rogues. It’s mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"

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"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gotham’s very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.

Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.

“You don’t sound too fond of him” Danny inquiries curiously.

“I’m not“ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.

Danny tries to lighten the mood a little “Well, as long as he doesn’t try to adopt me I guess he’s still better than another millionaire I know.”

Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.

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"Over there’s Gotham City Public Library. It’s one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. They’ve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they don’t have at request. There’s also some computers there that are free for public use."

"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.

"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."

“Oh, nice. I don’t usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, y’know?”

“He sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you haven’t read much, like lack of interest or…?” Jason trails off questioningly.

Danny shrugs “I guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now… I guess I don’t really know what kind of books I’d like or where I should start.”

“I could recommend you some? If you want me to?”

“Sure, that’d be nice”

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"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."

"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"

"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.

"Mhmm,” Danny nods, “she recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"

"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.

"I’m sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.

Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.

Not to mention she has Danny in her corner… And Red Hood now as well.

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"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.

Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.

"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."

Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"

"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldn’t believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manor”

Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jason’s standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.

"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."

Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bit…

He doesn’t know, right? Or does he…

"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.

"Oh? And what’s that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.

"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.

Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.

"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"

Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next date‘ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.

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“And this,” Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, “is Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. I’m the one protecting this place.”

Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.

“Oh yeah!” Danny speaks up. “I was wondering about that!”

Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.

“Yeah so, why is it called crime alley?” he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.

Say what now?

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger that’s running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.

To his credit, Danny doesn’t falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.

“Yeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?”

Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained “Something like that…”

He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, who’s still looking at him with a bright smile.

“Is there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?”

A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason don’t look away from one another.

Danny ‘grew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didn’t turn out quite as blind to danger as him.’ Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.

“No, not really. Why?”

“This is where the Joker attacked you.” Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.

“Oh, that’s right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack could’ve happened anywhere, couldn’t it? What’s so special about this place?”

God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?

Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.

“It’s… just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are… above average, let’s say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Row” Is what Jason decides to say.

“So yeah, it’s probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Joker” Danny snorts at the innuendo.

“It’s still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless you’re with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people I’m with, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?”

On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try to keep that in mind then”

God have mercy.

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Red Hood had driven them back to Danny’s apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!

After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and it’s time for them to say goodbye again.

Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?

Danny really wants to kiss him right now.

But he’s wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.

Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.

No, Danny can’t do that. Just no, he’d have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. It’s some variation at least?

“See you later, —”

Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.

Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.

It’s like he’s digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.

Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.

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Jason can’t quite believe he’s doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, he’d never hear the end of it. But… to put Danny at ease…

“Take Care, Polar Bear”

The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though he’s trying to come up with something to say and failing.

Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.

Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.

Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Danny’s view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #ah the cringy animal goodbyes #it’s becoming their thing ^-^#also #the crimes that are happening around them are a bit of an exaggeration #and usually there wouldn't be this much happening in the daylight and with Red Hood around #plus normally Jason would've probably done something about at least some of it #but i wanted to add this stuff in for the comedic sense of the scene #oh and I know I usually try to keep chapter length consistency #and like i know this chapter is longer than the rest #but I just really wanted to include that last part into this chapter #and I didn't feel like cuttin9 the chapter in half #so yeah #like I've had the last part of this chapter written since like chapter 6 #but I just kept adding in more in between scenes to make the story flow a bit better #while writing this chap i was really unsure if it was date-y enough #so let's hope i managed it :)

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petterwass · 3 months

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Ho'olheyak really is quite the tragic figure once you read her file, isn't she?

For all her being very funny and her inexhaustible Bug Bunny energy, she really has been through so much, forced into a generations-long project that she never asked for, as a mere infant.

Is a small baby she was subjected to some sort of horrible brain surgery that forced the entirety of her species history into her brain and drastically cut down her lifespan, which is implied to be both very traumatic (only a infant could possibly survive it because once a child is old enough to have a sence of "self" it would have been completely obliterated along with their mind) and with incredibly high mortality (As Warfarin puts it: "I don't want to ask her how, many siblings she *had*).

All to force her to continue her family's generations-long project to restore the bloodline powers of the ancient ku'kul'kan.

While she maintains that the brain surgery does not in any force her to do this, she could if she wanted to, drop the entire thing. But I wonder how true that is.

After all, the sunk cost fallacy is real, and once you've already paid with half of your life, what choice is there really but to continue the work? To to otherwise would be to say that the price you paid was not worth it. That the price your mother paid, and her mother before her, going back hundreds if not thousands of years, was not worth it. That the goal they worked towards is not worth trying to achieve. That the sacrifice that was forced upon you has no meaning.

Which child, implanted with scenes of your people's lost grandeur and raised from birth for this single mission, could really say that they are doing it of their own free will? That they had a choice, when they were selected to pay the price for it even before they were born?

One wonders also, how this has created the Ho'olheyak we know. How different would she be if she did not have her people's history rattling around in her brain since before she could talk?

It also explains in a way, her wanting up always work alone. After all, who else could understand the importance of her mission, how everything and everyone can be sacrificed on its altar if need be, than the one who has already paid the highest price for it, and who can literally feel the wingsbeats of ancient ku'kul'kan in her mind? Who else could ever understand.

And that's not getting into her equipment, how each part of the gear she carries is intended to mimic a trait of the mythical Ku'kul'kan, how this burden she carries is literally too heavy to bear without using her arts to lighten it (her exoskeleton alone weighs over 90 kilograms. Without using her arts to lighten it, she would not be able to move). How perhaps the burden of reviving a extinct bloodline would be too much to bear for any human, except perhaps, one created for that express purpose with Arts and brain surgery, to be the perfect, or indeed, the only possible banner-bearer that could endure the weight of generations of sacrifice towards a single cause? Maybe I'm reading up much into it but the parallels are there.

And in the end, soon enough, as her drastically shortened lifespan runs out. She will breed, likely several times to endure she has backup infants (and isn't that a cold-blooded thought? "the first one might not survive, better make more") . And she will subject her infants to the same horribly invasive and lethal brain surgery as was done to her. Until one of them survives. And that one will carry on the project. That one surviving baby will bear the torch. Will burn their life from both ends.

Of her own free will.

You can probably draw a lot of interesting parallels here. Both to the greatness of multi-generational work: "I plant a tree so my grandchildren can sit in the shade", but also to continuing cycles of abuse: "This, was done to me. I will do it to my children in turn. And they to their children. And the one that survived will carry on the torch."

I don't know. I just think she's incredibly fascinating and interesting once you get beyond the first, obvious outer layer of Sexy Fucked Up Evil Snake Woman.

There's really a lot there. And I love her. She is so very much more fucked up than you initially think she is.

#Arknights #ho'olheyak #Fucked up #Evil woman #Snake #Arknights Ho'olheyak #Character analysis #Thematics

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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Wavering Will

Plaga Leon Kenmedy x female reader

Summary: Leon's will and resolve was only limited. And at the moment, it was wavering.

Warning: Light angst. Light spoilers for RE 4 remake.

I'm happy people seemed to like the idea of Leon having to physically restrain himself to protect the reader.

Taglist: @multi-fandom-imagine

Please enjoy!

It was one thing to have only your own thoughts in your head, your own voice in your mind. It was another thing entirely for someone else's voice to haunt your mind, forcing their beliefs and thoughts into your head, and your body wants to bend to that voice. To obey it like a machine.

This was what haunted Leon ever since he was exposed to the Las Plaga parasite, ever since he had it forced into his body. If he was capable of it, it would have clawed at his own chest to tear the damn thing out but doing so was useless. Still, he had to keep himself focused. He and his partner had to search for Ashley and get her out of this cursed place.

Failure was not an option.

His handgun was settled in its holster strapped to his side, his gear set at his feet as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to wipe away some of the blood and rain from himself. They had both been running for some time now, fleeing from infected and trying to follow Ashley's trail. At the moment, [Name] had insisted that they both settle to rest, to regain their strength before continuing on. He couldn't blame her though, they were both exhausted from the moment they set foot in this place.

Moreover, [Name] wanted to keep an eye on Leon. For a few minutes, the man was almost distant. His eyes glazing over a little and taking a moment longer to respond to anything she said, as if he didn't hear her at all. It worried her greatly.

She sat at one of the tables, her attention on some herbs she was crushing up together. It was easier to do when they weren't outside, running from anything that posed a threat. Her eyes glanced over at Leon, he had been quiet for a few minutes.

"Leon?" Her voice was tinted with light concern, her hands putting the tool down.

Her voice went right over Leon's head, his eyes locked on the floor but he didn't see it. His vision was encased in a endless blackness around him, the ground rippling below him like water but it was dry as bone. There was a grip on the back of his head, an ice-cold touch that almost burned, forcing his head down into a bow.

"My dear, little Lamb. Do not resist my guidance." Saddler's voice filled his head, blocking out every thought, every sound around Leon until only his voice was heard. The parasite settled in Leon's chest squirmed in response to its Lord's voice.

A low groan left Leon's lips, his teeth gritting tightly as his hands shot to the sides of his head, covering his ears as if to drown out Saddler's echoing voice. "Shut up... shut up." There was this irritating burning beneath his skin, a fire pulsing through his veins that he couldn't cool down, that he couldn't put out. Something crawling up his neck, tiny legs brushing along his muscle, moving beneath his skin.

"Leon?" Her voice finally reached his ears, his head snapping up and looking at her. Black veins began to crawl along his skin, spidering out from around his eyes as the whites of them grew red, just like his irises did. Panic began to well up inside her, knowing what this meant.

Just as she was about to move away from him, his hand shot out faster than she could react, his fingers latching onto her throat, the sudden movement making both of them tumble down to the floor. Leon's body straddling her down, pinning her legs in place as his other hand gripped the floor just beside her head, his eyes burning into hers. Panic flooded her body, her hands moving up to try and pry Leon's vice grip from her throat, her eyes wide, showing that fear that coursed through her veins.

"L-Leon!" [Name] gasped, her voice weak as her throat was squeezed. The black veins stained Leon's skin and dread chewed away inside her at the sight before her. Something in her eyes or her voice must have hit something inside him as his eyes widened lightly, that murderous glow flickering, as Leon gave out a pained whine. His other hand gripping the one at her throat, forcing his own hand away from [Name]'s throat, allowing her to breathe and try to crawl away from him. His nails digging into the skin, irritating the veins around it but he paid no mind to it.

"I-I'm sorry, [Name]...." He strained out, a touch of panic in his voice that was threatening to be overlapped by something else. Something darker. "I-I can't...control it..." His voice was followed by something close to a growl, his body trying to lunge at her but he physically held himself down by gripping the floor with one hand and the other wrapped across his chest.

The sight pained her, seeing Leon struggle with something that she couldn't help with, leaving her to sit there and watch him struggle, hurt her. "Yes, you can, Leon." She told him, her voice dripping with determination as she knelt upright more, looking at him. "You've beaten it once before, you can do it again."

More pained groans left Leon's lips as he forced his head down, his grip on the floor tightening to the point his nails scratched the rotten wood beneath them. "G...Go..." The word was not just a whisper but a beg, "I-I don't...w-want to hurt you." Whatever corruption was pulsing through his veins began to seep into his words, spitting them out weakly.

[Name] reached her hand out towards her companion before his head shot up to look at her, his eyes a vibrant crimson as a low hiss left his lips. Then, he lunged.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #plaga leon #plaga leon kennedy #infected leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x reader

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overdevelopedglasses · 5 months

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The Simple Things

1507 words

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro

Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka

Majima is visiting Kiryu and the Morning Glory kiddos. Everything's going well. That is, until Majima comes face to face with a spider.

Chaos ensues.

Inspired by this post!

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On a peaceful afternoon at the Morning Glory Orphanage in Okinawa, Kiryu sits on the floor of his room, fiddling with some of his old Pocket Circuit cars. The children have shown interest in having a friendly race, and who is Kiryu to not let them indulge? The familiar car designs bring with them a heavy load of nostalgia. While his most prized car, the Cool Striker he customized for his hardest race, was kept safe on a shelf well out of anyone else's reach, his numerous other cars from both the 80s and the 2000s have been disassembled. An assortment of tires, bumpers, gears and motors were strewn all over the floor, as Kiryu rebuilt the cars to be as balanced as possible. The process, while different from building for optimization, brought Kiryu back to simpler days. Times where he didn't have all of this weight on his back.

He's grateful for this time alone, which he was only getting because Majima had come down to Okinawa for a visit. While the kids were initially all intimidated by the man, Haruka especially, they quickly warmed up to him once he showed that he didn't bite. It's a serene kind of alone, one that lets Kiryu lose himself in monotony and peace, and not have to worry about a kid drowning in the ocean. He sets down the newly customized Golem Tiger next to the other finished car, and picks up the frame for the third car, quietly humming a small tune to himself.

A scream pierces the air, and Kiryu's blood runs cold. All of the kids were outside on the beach today, so unless Majima just screamed like a little girl…

Dropping the parts onto the floor, he rushes out into the main room, and sees… well…

Majima is standing on the main dining room table, staring at the closed door of the kitchen.

"Nii-san?"

Majima's head whips over, and Kiryu internally braces himself for an attack.

"KIRYU-CHAN!!!!!"

Majima's shout carries fear, which is very unusual for the Mad Dog. Kiryu is unfazed, but definitely concerned.

"What do you need, Majima-san?"

"I was comin' in to get the kids some of those tiny ass water bottles," Majima explained, no longer yelling but still a bit shaken, "and when I went in the kitchen… Oh god, Kiryu-chan, I almost lost years off ma life! Please, I will owe you for this, but can ya-"

“Is it another bug?"

A silence falls between them.

“.....maybe."

Kiryu sighs.

“What kind?"

Another moment of silence.

“A spider."

Kiryu turns and walks towards the landing of the building.

“DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, KIRYU-CHAN!" Majima cries out, fear reentering his voice.

“I'M GETTING SOMETHING. JUST KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BUG." Kiryu shouts back as an attempt to calm him down.

“I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT THAT SHIT! ARE YA CRAZY!?"

“NII-SAN!"

“FINE!"

Kiryu opens a cabinet in the landing of Morning Glory, pulling out his trusty can of Multi-Bug Kill Spray, and walks back into the dining room to find the kitchen door open, and Majima pointing at the floor.

“Ya little fucker… yer done! Ya hear me!? Goro Majima wins this one!"

“I wouldn't call this a win, nii-san." Kiryu replies, setting the cap of the spray on the table next to Majima's foot.

“Don't bust my balls in front of the spider!" Majima retorted.

“The spider doesn't care." Kiryu said flatly.

“I care!" Majima's outburst causes Kiryu to chuckle a bit.

“Alright, where's this…. Uh..?" Kiryu trailed off, noticing the spider was no longer where Majima was pointing. In fact, it seems to have disappeared.

Majima's eye went wide.

“Ohgodwheredafuckdiditgo." Majima said, spinning around frantically.

"Are you sure it was real?" Kiryu asks, really hoping he didn't have to deal with a spider infestation.

"My little shits try to prank me with those fake ass spiders ya get with those dumb prank books, so I know when one of those fuckers is fake… that shit was real, Kaz." Majima says with a shaky breath.

"I believe you, Majima-san. We just have to find it now."

Kiryu trepidatiously walks into the kitchen, scanning every surface for the creature. Nothing.

"Do you see it out there?" Kiryu called out.

“No.” Majima replied, his voice now unusually small and coated with fear.

“Come back in here, then.”

Kiryu walks back into the dining room, and Majima meets him there. An idea flashes through Kiryu’s brain that he wishes he didn’t think of, but now he can’t let it go until he checks.

“I hate to say this… but stand still, and spread your arms out just a bit.”

“Haw?”

Majima seems confused, but obliges with Kiryu’s order. As quick as he can, Kiryu looks Majima up and down, trying not to linger in one spot for too long. He even lifts Majima’s jacket at places, ensuring the creepy-crawly wasn’t taking refuge directly on the Mad Dog and Majima hadn’t noticed.

“Ya checkin’ me out, Kiryu-chan?” Majima's slightly less fear-coated voice attempted to tease the dragon.

“Do you want to know what I’m actually doing?” Kiryu replied, repositioning one of Majima’s sleeves.

Majima falls silent as his eye goes wide, his flirtatious remarks falling away as what Kiryu assumes is a newfound fear fills him. He chuckles at Majima’s misfortune, but desperately doesn’t want to give him room to catch him off guard.

“The spider isn’t on you, nii-san.” Kiryu says, trying to feign confidence, and stepping back from him.

“Well.. it could be on you, Kiryu-chan.”

“What?”

Before Kiryu can protest, Majima starts to examine Kiryu up and down, taking noticeably a bit more time than Kiryu did with him. He silently thanks his past self for taking a shower that morning. Silence feels the space, and Kiryu becomes hyper-aware of every movement from Majima, and can almost feel his eye wandering around his body. Kiryu swallows, trying to erase whatever is happening from his own mind.

He feels his shirt lift slightly, as Majima's warm breath hits his lower back, and Kiryu has to fight an oncoming rush of redness to his face. Majima giggles quietly, noticing Kiryu’s fists clenching.

“Ya like that, Kiryu-chan?” Majima says almost against his skin, making the fight even harder for poor Kiryu.

“Now’s not the time, nii-san.” Kiryu says through gritted teeth. He wasn't even sure what was happening, just that it couldn't happen now.

The two then hear a loud stomp, and both men practically jump out of their skin. Kiryu feels the back of his shirt fall into place as he turns towards the entrance to Morning Glory. His heart immediately slows as Haruka enters the space and sees him staring in her vicinity.

"Hey, Uncle Kaz! Are the pocket cars done yet?"

"Hey, Haruka. Uh…. Not quite. There's only a couple more left, but I got a bit distracted by a bug." Kiryu looks behind him, and sees Majima's eye wide, practically pleading with him. Kiryu resists the urge to smirk. "Majima was helping me find the bug, but we seem to have lost it."

Majima's eye goes back to normal, gratitude filling it. Kiryu smiles ever so slightly, and cocks an eyebrow to say 'You're welcome.'

“A bug? You mean the big spider?”

Kiryu sees Majima’s eye go wide again.

“Did you see it, Haruka?” Kiryu asked his daughter, shifting his focus back to her.

She nods, and holds up a shoe that Kiryu only now notices is in her hand. “Don’t worry, I killed it. I have to wash the bottom of my shoe though.”

Kiryu lets out a small laugh as Majima sighs next to him.

“Nice work. Just don’t leave any spider bits in the sink.”

“I won’t.” Haruka then turns to Majima. “Oh, Uncle Goro. Taichi and Mitsuo were asking for you.”

Kiryu sees Majima go through many different emotions at once.

“Oh… uh, I’ll be down there in just a second, Haruka-chan. Just have to… y’know, actually do what I wanted to do up here.”

Majima and Kiryu exchange an awkward glance, as Majima clears his throat and walks into the kitchen.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Kiryu looks down at his daughter.

"No. I think that's the first time he's heard you call him that. Must've got to him."

Haruka nods. "Makes sense. See you in a bit, Uncle Kaz!"

Haruka runs into the kitchen. Kiryu sighs, and chuckles to himself.

How did I get so lucky?

Shaking his head, Kiryu walks back into his room, and decides to pay attention to the voices he can hear through the thin walls of the orphanage.

“You wanna see the spider?” one says.

“HELL NO! Get that shit away from me, Haruka-chan!” the other shouts.

A chorus of female giggles echo into Kiryu’s ears, and he smiles. Sounds like he’ll have to invite Majima back to the orphanage, especially if he’s getting along with Haruka enough for her to tease him.

Though, he makes a note to check for spiders if Majima agrees to come back.

#my writing #ao3 #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #haruka sawamura #kazumaji #link in title #*rings bell* come get your food kazumaji nation #first fic since Tojoctober! a fun one to write too :)#glad the energy from tojoctober carried beyond the month #more will definitely be coming!#Just decided to put the ao3 link in the title... makes more sense :)

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cyberheavens · 10 months

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Seeking Magnolias (Levi x Reader)

Chapter 1 - The Early Years

As you engaged with your first serious argument with Levi in many years, you think back through each hardship you faced together and snapshots of your lives

Levi/Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, mostly canon compliant, slight divergence at times

Warnings: heavy death mention, arguing, kidnapping mentions

seeking magnolias masterlist. ao3 link

Notes: Initially written in 2019, I stumbled upon this while trying to find inspo to continue a Jean fic I wrote. I'm planning to finish it, so I can finally have a multi chapter fic under my belt lol

This fic is basically reader and Levi's relationship through the years, during canon events and some non canon events. The fic is for sure going to cover S1-S3, as it was initially written after S3 finished. Since I'm back on my AOT writing grind, I may include S4, but that's a stretch goal. Reader is the same age as Levi

As mentioned, this was written in 2019. Some parts are very cringe, so apologies in advance.

It was a quiet day in the household, the only sounds being the buzz of the kettle on the stove and the numerous birds communicating outside. A dead tension had fallen between you and Levi, as you both had gotten into a fight for the first time in years. Levi stood by the door in his casual clothes looking away from you, as he had just gotten back from dinner with the Scouts before you had bombarded him with a simple statement. You sat on the dining table with your head in your hands, thinking back over the years.

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You first met Levi in the underground, after swindling Furlan and Isabel out of food. Levi had kidnapped you and taken you to their hideout.

“You know, you could’ve just asked for me to come” You said smiling, as you sat tied up in a chair. Furlan and Isabel looked angrily at you, perhaps with a dash of humiliation. Levi just looked pissed, not just you but at Furlan and Isabel.

“How the hell did they manage to steal so much from both of you?” Levi gestured to you while staring daggers at his two companions. “It took me a second to knock them out”

Furlan sighed in defeat “Sorry, they seemed innocent enough, and Isabel got swept up by their sob story”

“You asshole! How dare you lie about having to feed your sick brother!” Isabel raged marching over to you. For as innocent as she looked she was kind of scary.

“I didn’t” You said matter-of-factly, and proceeded to smirk “He’s been dead for years, but he also taught me how to steal. I bet he’s cheering for me right now for how much I stole from you fools”

“You-”

“What do you want?” Levi interrupted, putting a hand on Isabel’s shoulder to stop her from getting too heated.

“I have a 3DMG myself, but I have no idea how to use it” You summarized, looking at the contraption around your captors’ waists “I’ll give you back the food little by little if you can teach how to use it”

Levi sighed, finally realizing your true motivations “You specifically sought us out because we have 3DMG”

You laughed “You’re not exactly the most inconspicuous of groups”

“Come on, we’re pretty inconspicuous” Furlan affirms, suddenly offended.

You raise an eyebrow “You guys run around the underground with 3DMG…”

“Not that! We don’t stand out at all”

“Oh really?” You smirked. You stop to think for a moment, tapping your foot along the wood of the building. “Well, for blondie it’s definitely the hair” You start, looking at Furlan. “Pigtails, especially since you’re in your 20s” You continue, nodding at Isabel who responds by scoffing. “And for you…” You begin, staring at Levi. He crosses his arms, staring down at you before being surprised and irked by your response.

“Your frown on your handsome face”

Eventually your rocky relationship with the crew of thugs had become one of friendship. Even after learning how to use the 3DM gear and giving back the rest of the food, you didn’t feel it was right to leave them. Isabel and Furlan felt like family to you, two siblings that you would protect as if they were blood. And Levi, you had a different affection for. It started out with you simply having a crush, before turning into something more like love. You longed for conversations with him, as hearing him speak lit a gaslamp in your heart. Levi seemed distant at first, but after spending a couple of years with him, he garnered respect for you. He seemed to be fine with drinking tea with you in silence, just enjoying the presence of one another. He also offered to practice sparring with you, to which you agreed immediately. Levi seemed to get easier and easier to read, but you couldn’t predict what came next.

Isabel had found a way to reach the surface, though the only use of it was to look at the stars. You had never really seen the sky outside of picture books, so you were ecstatic to see just a glimpse of it. Looking at the deep blue sky, the stars almost seem sewn in purposely, like they served a deeper meaning beyond their elegant beauty. The four of you stood in awe, as the moon illuminated the sky with the brightest of light. Isabel and Furlan eventually left to go sleep, but you remained, sitting diligently whilst looking at the sky like a child in awe. You barely noticed Levi had walked over to sit down next to your curled up form.

“(Name)” He said, startling you. You looked over to him, and smiled. His already handsome features seem to be elevated in beauty by the moonlight, and his gray eyes seemed to be confused about something.

“Yes?”

He looked away for a second, before leaning slightly closer to you “I...want to be with you”.

Your breath hitches “Wait, like….romantically?” You say slowly to make sure.

Levi rolled his eyes at your question “What part of “I want to be with you” did you not understand?”

“Don’t blame me, you’ve never talked so vaguely”

“I was clear, dumbass”

You were about to retort when he suddenly attacked you with a kiss. His lips were rough, but the kiss was chaste, soft and slightly unsure. He moves back slowly, looking at your face for reaction. You respond by capturing his lips with yours, sealing your answer. He wraps his toned arms around your waist and you wrap yours around his neck. After what seemed like hours making out, you both break away. Levi lies down and you lay on top of him, your head on his shoulder. Your limbs are still tangled with his, while you enveloped his form with your eyes. He looked ravishing.

“Are we gonna tell Isabel and Furlan?” You asked quietly, moving your hand to grab his. “They’ll find out sooner or later” He replied simply, before resting his head on yours “Though they’ll make fun of us forever-”

“HA FURLAN I CALLED IT” Isabel shrieks. You get up to see her and a flustered Furlan just entering the cave.

“Well shit”

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You had wished you had gotten your first home with Levi under better circumstances.

It was a small room in the Scouts dormitory, fitted with a queen bed and a large desk alongside some other pieces of furniture. You had longed for this for a while, but you’d almost wish for it all to be taken away, to bring back those lost.

You had been given the room as a gift to officially compensate for your leg injury received during the expedition. Though, you knew the real truth.

As you open the door, your eyes fall on Levi. He quickly noticed your presence and strode to your side to help you hobble to the bed. You lied down and gestured to Levi to join you. He simply sits on the bed. You started to get up before Levi pushes you back down

“You’ll hurt yourself more if you move, idiot” He said harshly, though you can hear the vulnerability in his voice. You normally would have a snappy remark, but you are immediately reminded of the situation.

Isabel and Furlan were dead in the worst possible way. Nothing went according to plan. It was all useless. You secured citizenship at the expense of your friends.

You choked back a sob, and looked back at Levi. He was looking down at his feet, probably blaming himself for everything. You got up, despite Levi’s previous protests, and hugged him. After a minute of hearing your sobbing, Levi curled his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You felt a couple of tears.

>>next chapter

thank you for reading!

#levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #aot fluff #aot x reader #aot x you

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indefenseofkara · 10 months

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MWII Operator headcanons: Specgru edition

Hello! I think the multi-player operators deserve more love, so here are some headcanons for the base Spegru team. This doesn’t included people who were in the campaign because there’s plenty of stuff about them already. The pictures are just screenshots of my game, lol.

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

(the COD blog post I’m getting some of these full names from says his first name is Manuel, but his bio says Jesus?)

has terrible handwriting

but as my poetry instructor once said, “the worse the handwriting, the better the work”

and he does write poetry

been through a lot, but still a romantic at heart

really great with kids

Gustavo “Gus” Rodriguez

you could not pay this man to shave his mustache

once he grew that mustache, he knew he could never go back

looks like a literal baby when shaved clean, like people will start asking "who let that preteen in here?"

really proud of his career and the fact that he gets to work with Special Forces since he’s not military (because technically there was no military for him to join)

will not bring up surfing, but has a bunch of cool surfing videos ready to go at a moment's notice. you know, just in case

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

precious bean, i love him

cinnamon roll but serious

doesn't mean he can't be brutal, he is a soldier

kind of intense overall, which intimidates some people

really cherishes platonic relationships

movie buff who might smack you if you say you don’t watch foreign films because you don’t like reading subtitles

Kleópatros “Kleo” Gavras

(fuck, I accidentally deleted my notes on her. :( I’m sorry Kleo, I have to wing it!)

likes to dress up. will put on a whole fit and makeup just to hang around the house every once and a while

it's a nice contrast to her usual military get up

good at every sport

also very good a chess

Nila “Nova” Brown

really great eyesight

misses flying, tbh. jumps at the chance to do some piloting for a mission

seriously considered becoming an astronaut

worked with Kortac briefly, but changed to Specgru as soon as her initial contract was up

(that one’s a deep dive for anyone who remembers that she was a Kortac operator during the beta)

Sobiesław “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Polish pride (idk, everyone I know who is Polish or has Polish heritage is very proud of that)

plays some quirky instrument like the accordion or keytar or hurdy-gurdy

uses reading glasses

knits. while wearing the reading glasses. looks like a literal grandmother

Enzo “Reyes”

will never admit it as a proud Canadian, but he doesn't like hockey

a Swiftie

flirts with everyone

pansexual, so no one is safe

(that's a joke)

(I'm not trying to do the "bi/pan people are sluts" thing)

(I just think this man is attractive and charismatic)

(and wants to share that with the world)

(blame the Valentine's day skin)

Tse “Luna” Míngzhū

really amicable

will actually hit you up after saying "we should hang out some time!"

loves attending sporting events and cheers very loudly

it's not mentioned in her bio, but she grew up in Virginia, near Washington DC, so 9/11 probably had a big impact on her and her career choice

(pulling on my own experience for that one)

(not job experience, but growing up in DC suburbs when 9/11 happened experience)

lots of frustration with generic military gear because it's all way too big on her

Thanks for reading! My Kortac headcanon post can be found here.

#call of duty #mw2 #MWII #COD #Specgru #modern warfare ii #headcanon #operators #oh god this probably needs more tags #listen this is my first original post in the fandom idk what I'm doing #my COD posts

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Episode 2 of Gotham Knights was highly enjoyable. The cast is getting more and more into their groove and I got even more into the story. Appreciation to this series for giving me heists and sword-fighting and found family and angsty Robin feelings.

Misha Collins is bringing the quiet gravitas and sense of authority and goodness, so Harvey Dent (of all people) is the calm rock in the storm. He's giving this ballast. The kids are terrific and I enjoy the chaotic rag tag, having to rely on each other against all odds story for the fugitives but without a gravitas player like Misha to balance, the thing would lack anchoring.

Unsurprised that Cressida is untrustworthy. Although this was so obvious and revealed so early, I'm not completely convinced we know all her loyalties. And does she actually care about Turner? How did Bruce wind up with a COO person in his employ. Did he have a longer game in doing that?

Carrie Kelley is reminding me of the calm, multi-tasking Robins like Dick and Tim. Also her sad little face when confronted with Bruce's Batman things. Navia Robinson is really crushing it in this role. I also enjoy how Carrie went right for grabbing as much bat-gear from his office as she could and when the group was trapped, zip-lined everyone out. Her hiding those journal pages from Turner--she's trying to protect him from something. And she should have just stolen the whole journal, leaving the ragged torn pages alerts Turner that there's something to be found. The fact this was lampshaded in dialogue, so it's not writers being sloppy, so maybe it's meant as Carrie having a lapse in judgment, or maybe Carrie subconsciously wanted Turner to know pages were removed. She's hiding stuff from him but wants him to find out eventually? We'll see where that leads.

That battle Carrie and Turner had with Talon was awesome.

Very interested in Turner's realization that Bruce was in fact training him, preparing him, after all. Was it Bruce going cautiously to teach another Robin, or was it something else? This entire Court of Owls business has me suspicious and Bruce wanted Turner to know sword-fighting. Maybe not Robin training. Maybe self-defense. If the Court of Owls hunted his parents, his grandparents, if the Waynes have been the prey of the Court of Owls for centuries, he wanted Turner prepared. Maybe he was teaching Turner so he could take down the Court of Owls if he fell.

Cullen, Harper, and Duela debating over whether to just skip town -- what's great about that is I felt sympathy for all 3 of their pov's. Cullen caring about others and why he didn't want to abandon his new name. Harper wanting to look after her brother. Duela, in a way, being both right and wrong. The one sane person in the room because seriously, them going back into Wayne Tower was a stupid plan and them getting jailed or dead won't help anything, but Duela's looking out for number one nihilism and eagerness to abandon her allies wasn't the right move either.

And her allies (tentative friends) came to save her and Duela's brain cannot compute. Turner pointing out to her, she's worth saving too.

I am not trusting Brody. He's going a little too hard on the whole "I am so much nicer to you than that guy, Steph. Look how noble I am. As opposed to that loser. Look at all I do for you, Turner asks you for things." Yeahhhh I'm going to stick with Turner. Turner and Steph's friendship is one of the show's anchoring points and I am enjoying it immensely. It's not going to be without its troubles and complications and strains, but Brody's deliberately trying to drive a wedge and that's highly suspicious.

The belfry set continues to be my favorite.

Steph and Turner's rose window meetings give me joy.

#Gotham Knights #Gotham Knights CW #GK spoilers #GK meta

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novankenn · 8 months

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Reluctant Hero?

= Thirty-Two = (Chapter List)

Three hours later, the trio exited an Outfitters store. They had lucked out on it as they cruised about Vale. It made a probably multi-store trip into a one-stop shop. Jaune walked out carrying a single bag. Nothing much different in his outfit aside from a new pair of black combat boots. His bag containing multiple boxes of 12guage shells.

Cardin was the next out. Like Jaune not much was different with his outfit, well aside from the leather ankle length duster he had fallen in love with at first sight. He carried a couple of bags, as he also decided he wanted Huntsmen quality underwear, and ammo for the pump action shotgun he had slung over his shoulder. The final addition was the machete hanging off his left hip.

Nora was the last to exit, her outfit totally changed, though pink was still that main colour, well pink camo. Cargo pants, combat boots, a thin turtleneck, topped off by a bomber style leather coat. Sheathed in the small of her back was a kukri, and on her right hip sat an empty ammo pouch. Again, everything was pink camo, except for the boots which were only available in black.

Jaune: Okay, so we've gotten geared up. Guess it's back to Beacon, and get ourselves organized.

Cardin: So we're going out tomorrow?

Nora: It is getting a little late, and I am kind of hungry.

Jaune: Yeah, I figure we could use a good, non-goo-covered rest and start out early tomorrow. Make a day of it. Pack a picnic lunch. You know, the whole nine yards.

Cardin: You want to have a picnic lunch in a Grimm and Deadite infested forest?

Nora: Yeah, that doesn't strike me as something very safe.

Jaune: You may have a point, but we're going to be out there for hours, so we should pack a lunch.

Nora: But a picnic?

Jaune: Why not? I mean, we have to eat, so we might as well enjoy it when we do.

Cardin: Again. Grimm and Deadite infested forest?

Jaune: Listen, and this is probably the most important thing I can tell you, aside from, always try and keep your mouth closed. Actually, that is the most important thing to keep in mind.

Nora: Okay, I get that. These things are rather... gooey.

Cardin: And seem to love to explode, when you put them down. It's almost like fighting Demonic Creepers in Minecraft.

Jaune: You play Minecraft?

Cardin: What of it? It's relaxing, and I've been working on this insane build of a scale sized replica of Atlas for the last few years.

Nora: Years?

Cardin: Well, there is only so much time in a day, and I did have school and training. It's not like I could spend all day on my private server. Do you guys play? As long as you promise not to grief, I'll send you invites, give you good gear, and...

Nora: Thanks, but I'm more into Terraria.

Cardin: Cool. How about you, Jaune?

Jaune: Um... ah... Never played.

Cardin: WHAT? How could you have NEVER played Minecraft!

Jaune: I just never have, okay.

Nora: Do you play any video games? Have you played any video games?

Jaune: Of course.

Nora: What?

Jaune: SimCity.

Cardin: That's a pretty good game.

Nora: I agree, but we will definitely need to get him on to our servers. Show him what he's missing out on.

Cardin: Our servers?

Nora: Same rules apply, as for your server. No griefing, but I wouldn't mind having some people to play with. Could even start up a new map. Start from scratch.

Cardin: I'm game. I tried it back when it first came out, but I'll give it another chance.

Nora: You'll love it. They've added so much stuff.

Cardin: But you have to join my server as well.

Nora: I will. Minecraft is a good, slow paced game. Very relaxing.

Cardin: Okay. How about you, Jaune? Are you going to join in? I mean, we can use it to relax after we kick ass.

Jaune: I gue...

Nora: Nope. You're joining, no guessing.

Jaune: Okay, whatever. Let's get back to Beacon and put our stuff away.

#rwby #ash vs evil dead #horror themed #jaune arc #cardin winchester #nora valkyrie #deadites #deadite grimm

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elkenbulwark · 4 months

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hc(ish) // character vs game dynamics

The barbarian class in dnd is?? I always feel so confused by it since I have it as Birvor's main class. Mainly because as soon as you load in and the default character is barbarian wearing nomadic looking barbarian furs (like up the Skyrim wilds feel) it gives off the impression that barbarian as a class is actually more like a way of life? Like if you pick it, then your character has to be this wild character living out in the wildness- either in some tribe or maybe they're just a hermit, or a widower that's no longer dealing with society and just kind of lives off the land like a wild animal. (Granted, we have Karlach as a differing sort of barbarian, though her sub class is berserker so it's not quite the same as the 'wild heart' standard variant of the barbarian.)

As far as Birvor goes, I felt compelled to add this in to his backstory in the form of him being born into a nomadic tribe of humans that fit that standard 'barbarian' feel to them, but ever since I got the idea for the character, I always thought of him wearing the fighter-class gear since that's what sort of armor and weapons he'd have been brought up in house Cragdew learning to use. He'd also have a much more polished fighter look (since elves and their fancy equipment) than what the barbarian class offers (at least starting out). So I was very inclined to just have the 'fighter' class for him, with the overall issue being that he needs to rage. Barbarian rages I'm sure have all sorts of different ways to explain what they are and why they happen, and in Birvor's case- he did not have that ability until he was 'seen' by Gruumsh after the orcs that attacked him and the others spilled elf blood. That's of course me going off my own personal spin of rages can happen to orcs/half-orcs in that way regardless of their class.

In which case, having him as a fighter class and still being able to rage thanks to the intervention of Gruumsh makes most sense to me RP wise. Of course in game, I can't do that so- he has his barbarian class on. And another issue would be that his rage with the elk heart angle allows him to stampede/knock things over, which I consider a very canon manner for Birvor's typical fighting style. All in all, I find it a bit strange to refer to him as a 'barbarian' class since even though he was born into a tribe, he was raised within the 'noble' confines of a background, and would have learned the fighting tactics of a fighter class. The only exception to this being that because of his over exerting strength, him using certain 'swordplay' moves would look more barbarous, and he has absolutely bent cheap swords before with how he uses them to basically beat the hell into something.

Bard being attached to him as multi-class is also something odd to me since I can't just refer to him as 'the bard' in passing role-play even though he has the sub class. This is because he's not the standard bard class in that he can't write or compose his own music/tales, he just knows the ones from his education/upbringing because he might have low int/wis, but higher cha and the ability to parrot stuff back as opposed to learn it himself. So yes, he can play 'the power' like any other bard, but it's less of a place of he could hear someone playing it and follow along, but more of a - he's learned it before and had to do it over and over again to make sure he gets the music lesson correct or get whapped over the knuckles with a flute and told to try again. If anything, the most canon part of the bard class for him is not the music, but the fact that he can carry an extra 'weapon' (aka use the lute/whatever instrument he finds as an extra thing to SWING at someone if he drops his main weapon), and of course cutting words/vicious mockery which he would be petty enough to use while badly strumming a lute to make his intended target more annoyed (like a bull fighter waving a red tarp essentially) and eager to target him over his teammates.

#//don't mind me just havin' a brain worm #long post #hc ; // roll history check #//no but the class thing confuses me in terms of rp...but game mechanics-

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ninhaoma-ya · 8 months

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For the fic writer meme: 4, 16, 32, 39,54. 56

Thank you very much for the asks!

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

All over the place. Reading something else, cycling home, listening to a podcast… mainly I blame the cosmic inspiration rays, streaming through the universe, combined with my lack of protective gear to stop the pesky buggers.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Eeeeh… 94? <sweating>

And I’ll one-up the ask and share two! “How to win friends and influence people” for DoVio and “Chess game” for LawNa. And, of course, the rest of the prompts for this years Heart Pirates week which I will get to, eventually…

(And my latest reread of Discworld which had the unfortunate side-effect of inspiring me to start plotting a Moist von Lipwig-story…)

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

The list is too long for tumblr, but since I am in thesis hell, I lean towards hurt(/comfort) at the moment.

@chromatic-lamina for the Hearts (AO3 here)

@senlinyu for the angst (AO3 here)

@purplehairedwonder for that sweet, sweet whump (AO3 here)

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Law grunted as he sliced through an enormous alligator, rearranging its parts with those of a nearby tree. Their path so far had been quite uneventful, but they were probably nearing the shade and good hiding spots of a ruined temple, if the increasing amount of beasts and just plain weird creatures were something to judge by.

“I’d say we’re nearing the main area,” Nico Robin said, echoing his thoughts, as she used her extra limbs to brush away greenery and peer through the undergrowth.

“What makes you say that,” Bepo asked, panting and surreptitiously clawing at the opening of his boiler suit. Law furrowed his brows – the mink sounded like he was suffering from the heat. He really should have left Bepo on the cool ship with Ikkaku and Franky, but Bepo had insisted… but what kind of captain was he if he didn’t put his crew’s needs before their wants? A quick Scan ensured him that Bepo was fine, even if he was running a bit of a temperature.

“If not for the increasing amount of things that try to kill us, which implies the presence of good hiding spots, such as could be created by a ruined temple," she said, pointing at a cracked stone tablet, “I’d say the sign that says ‘this way to main plaza and temple entrance’ in one of the ancient tongues of the island is a good indicator.”

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Writing. Also, my least favourite part is writing. It’s good you get to write, but then you have to write, y’know? But I really enjoy getting lost in the story and finding the right way to express something, preferably with at least two layers of meaning to it.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

My multi-layered jokes and easter eggs and call-backs and puns and wordplay. It’s fun to just go off on a pun-tangent and drop weird-ass almost-acronyms and still somehow make it make sense (for me at least). I’m still inordinately proud of my “plastered enough to start their own construction company” as a way to describe really, really drunk people in StatSig, for example.

I'm still accepting (and hoping for) more asks as I try to procrastinate working on my thesis, so anyone reading this; feel very free to ask away! List to be found here.

Answered: 1, 2, 4, 9, 11, 12, 16, 25, 26, 32, 39, 54, 56

#ask game #answered asks #purplehairedwonder #on the docks

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elenacarey · 2 years

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And because I'm emo, I'd also like to propose making us cry with first time making them cry and first time saying something that hurts them 🥲

send me first time prompts for fexi

this is actually a scene i'm trying to work out in my multi-chapter fic set six months after the finale, so you're doing god's work by sending me this prompt and making me get my ass in gear writing. scene is below:

"the fuck you even here for, lexi?"

there's a beat between them. lexi opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. when she finally finds her voice, it's so soft and unsure that for a moment it breaks his heart.

"i'm just trying to help…"

and, god, he wants to seal the distance between their bodies, take her face in his hands and kiss her so fiercely that he leaves bruises. he doesn't want to hurl his pain at her by way of angry words.

but the words are out before he can stop them, making the space between them cold as ice.

"i don't need you fuckin' helpin' me! goddamn!"

lexi jumps back. fezco can feel her eyes burning heartache into his skin, but he can't meet her gaze, too afraid of what he'll find.

his whole body aches with regret.

when he does find the strength to look at her, she's hurriedly brushing past him, moving to grab her bookbag from the couch. she slings it over her shoulder and heads in the direction of the doorway.

and then his mind is racing, his heart beating so erratically and pounding so furiously beneath his chest that he idly wonders if this love is going to kill him.

because that's what this is. he knows that now. he knows it like he knows the back of his hand, and he doesn't want to lose it. can't lose it.

"lexi, stop," he calls out. he moves to follow her, and just as she opens the door, he shoots his arm out to close it.

suddenly, she sniffles. once, twice. fezco notices then that her whole body is trembling, her breathing somewhat heavy. the shame he feels is strangling, taking his voice and leaving him only with action. nervously, he circles an arm around her waist, pulling her back gently against him. he breathes in the scent of her shampoo, all peaches and vanilla and lexi.

"don't go," he whispers. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have… i'm so sorry, lex."

for a moment, he fears she'll push him away and run. after all, who could blame her?

"i don't mean to be overbearing or smothering or -"

"baby, look at me," fezco says, and though it's the first term of endearment he's ever used with her, it feels as natural as breathing.

lexi turns to face him, tears streaming down her face. fezco feels the lump in his throat grow thicker because how the fuck could he hurt someone as caring and precious as lexi howard?

he cups her face, his thumbs wiping at her tears. "you're not overbearing, not smothering. i just… i don't know what to do anymore. i don't know how."

lexi reaches up to touch his face, her dark eyes searching his. "please just let me help you. i just want to help, i want… you're not alone. i need you to know that."

#fexi #fez x lexi #fezco x lexi #euphoria #lexi howard #lavender blush #ask away #ty for asking #i hope this is ok #not as polished as i'd like but i wrote it in under ten minutes so shrug #my fic and hc

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bonesandthebees · 7 months

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hi! just to let you know, i asked anonymously about how you balance writing and adult life. your reply actually helped me at least with settling down my writing priorities and my wip's (which i don't have much, considering i've eliminated all of my old ones not too long ago).

i've checked some of your fics, haven't started reading them yet, but they're all interesting. idk what to choose, there's so many options WAAAAHHHHHHH

okay, but i forgot to ask previously on how you motivate yourself to write, even on days when you don't feel like writing, but you have to. i used to be able to will myself to write, but now even when i have motivation, i seem to be unable to write, y'know? anyway, i gotta stop before i rant and read any of your sbi or qsmp fics, have a great day! :D

oh I'm so glad my advice was able to help you out!! it's always a good thing to prioritize your wips, but also don't hold back from writing something you really want to write just because you have other things. it's about balancing enjoying what you're doing while also trying to keep things organized

lol yeah there's a lot of options bc, uh, I write a lot. but if you want my personal recommendations, I think the stars and their children is the best thing I've ever written. but also stars is very long, so if you want something a bit shorter I'm also really proud of how honey and tangerines turned out. then if you want a one shot instead of a multi chapter fic, a dusty tomb is a lot of fun!

honestly how I motivate myself to write is by just... doing it? which isn't very helpful I know, but it's just a matter of kicking my mind into gear. it's a talent I've had to get good at over the years, and there are so many times I get caught in the loop of checking social media and scrolling mindlessly for hours telling myself i'm going to stop and write soon but it takes an insanely long time for me to actually be able to close that tab.

sometimes what's helpful is by having scenes in my fics I'm working towards writing, because then me being excited to write something specific makes it a lot easier to jump into it. I know a lot of authors write non chronologically, so even if the scene they want to write isn't going to be for a while, they'll write it anyway just to get in the groove since that's what they want to write. then once you get started it's easier to switch back to writing the bits you don't want to write as much. I myself don't do this. I only write chronologically, but that's just a me thing because writing out of order just makes things worse for me and ruins the flow of my writing.

just try to figure out different tactics for how to get yourself excited about your writing, and remember that it gets easier to write the more you practice at it. once you're more familiar with forcing yourself into that mindset, it's far less of a challenge to sit down and start typing

#ask #sonderlilies #bones writes

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lady-rhaesnow · 2 years

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One and only

Thank you to the anon for this prompt! It was very fun to write. I know I set a word limit to these things but I'm finding that more often than not they tend to get away from me... I don't think y'all will mind too much though 😅

I know I haven't been uploading the prompt pics often, but I do promise to get to them all. The Challenge me daily is still open but I will be alternating writing that and another multi chapter fic I want to finish soon. (That is a sweet Upstead surprise that I am hoping will be ready for posting soon enough!)

Fandom: One Chicago ]

Pairing: Upstead

Words: 1849

“So, I heard something interesting today,” Hailey started casually. They were doing their thing after finally closing a long and trying case.

Jay looked over at her, “Oh yeah?” he asked casually sipping his beer. The tv was on but they weren’t really watching anything.

Hailey smirked and Jay raised his brows at her, intrigued. “What did you hear?”

“Adam mentioned that you were uhm … married?” Hailey said. Jay almost choked on his beer and Hailey grinned. “Just wondering when we’re gonna meet Mrs Halstead?”

Jay groaned and sat up just a little. He eyed her carefully before asking, “What else did he happen to mention?”

She raised her beer, taking a sip to hide her smile. “He said it was a Vegas wedding,” she mumbled. Jay flushed and Hailey felt a little guilty for teasing him about it. “Look, I’m not one to pry but … you just don’t seem like a Vega kinda guy.”

Jay ran a hand over his face trying to smother his blush and then he looked over at his partner. He didn’t particularly enjoy talking about his past. More specifically anything to do with his time as a ranger. But there was something about Hailey Upton that made him want to open up; to trust her. He took another sip of his beer, gearing himself up for the story.

“Her name was Abby McSweeney and it was honestly a drunken mistake.” He sighed not liking how that sounded. “We were at a funeral – a fellow ranger’s – and we got drunk. Really drunk and then …we got married. I signed the divorce papers shortly after that and a few years ago she showed up.” Hailey’s brows raised in surprise. Jay chuckled, having a good guess of what she might imagine was the reason. “She hadn’t signed them but I knew it would never work.”

“You didn’t love her?” Hailey surprised herself by asking that.

“No, I didn’t.” He answered. Jay looked at her and she smiled. It didn’t feel out of place talking to Hailey about this.

“So, you’re not married now?” she teased a moment later.

He laughed. “No, I am not. And next time I get married, it definitely won’t be a drunken Vegas mistake.”

“Next time?” Hailey asked and Jay shrugged. “You … you want to get married again?”

“I’d like to get married and have it mean something. But only if it’s with the right person,” he added taking a mighty sip of his beer.

Hailey grinned. “Jay Halstead, the closet romantic.”

He jokingly narrowed his eyes and then leaned back once more. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You don’t wanna get married, someday?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. Hailey hoped that was enough of an answer but Jay just looked over at her curiously. “Just don’t know if it’s for me,” she relented.

“Not something you can really know unless you try,” Jay said and then a moment later asked, “you never came close?”

Hailey bit her lip knowing Jay must have figured out there was definitely a story to this. She took a sip of her beer, hoping to stall her answer. She wanted to brush it off, but realized her partner had been exceptionally open and answered her questions. Because he trusted her. She could do the same.

“Just once,” she revealed. Hailey looked down at her hands and Jay carefully leaned in, somehow understanding the severity of what she was about to tell him. “His name was Garrett Thompson and he was my partner.”

She gave him a moment to take that in before she continued. “We were partnered for an undercover assignment. We posed as a couple and soon things got very real … and very serious.”

“You loved him,” Jay realised.

Hailey tried to shrug it off. The memory still to painful but Jay did not look convinced. “Yeah, I did,” she finally admitted.

“What happened?”

She smiled sorrowfully. “As all things do when you get personal on the job. It got messy and then …” she picked at the label of the beer bottle, gathering her courage, “he saved me from Booth – that was our target – and then uh… Booth had him killed.”

Jay shook his head slowly, “Hailey, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” She finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

“You said you came close…?” Jay gently prompted.

“If he had asked, I would have said yes.” Hailey said it so matter-of-factly but Jay knew it was anything but. “I don’t think I’d want to go through that again, so I guess lesson learned. Loving someone in this line of work just doesn’t work, it’s too difficult.”

“Maybe,” Jay said and Hailey eyed him intently. “It doesn’t have to be. Not if you’re with the right person.”

“How do you know if it’s the right person?”

“I don’t know,” Jay admitted. “But I do know that loving someone shouldn’t be the hardest thing in your life.”

Hailey chuckled humourlessly. “I think a lot of people would disagree with you, Jay. There’s that whole ‘love is worth fighting for’ and ‘if it’s hard then it’s worth it’ nonsense.”

Jay laughed, and Hailey raised a brow at his cheek. “You misunderstand. I don’t mean that life isn’t hard. It is and things are going to be good and bad. But loving someone, enough to want to marry them, that should be the easiest thing you do every day.” He looked a little embarrassed but Hailey didn’t mock him. Not this time.

“You believe that?” She was truly curious and Jay took that as a good sign.

“Yeah, I do. I think it’s all about the right person.”

Hailey nodded, contemplating his words. They fell into a surprisingly easy silence. Jay was pretty sure the topic of past relationships was behind them when Hailey turned and asked with a rather serious expression, “I gotta know… did you have an Elvis impersonator?”

Jay laughed heartily and Hailey grinned.

***

Jay’s fingers absently played with Hailey’s hair. They were delightfully wrapped up in each other as they enjoyed a rare, slow morning. His hand wandered down until it found hers and he brought it up, smiling at the sight of the black band on her finger. He felt her smile against his neck and hum in delight as his fingers traced delicate patterns on her back.

“Where are you going?” he asked when she started moving away.

Hailey grinned. “Just gonna get some coffee. Want some?” he told her no and she leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Be right back,” she whispered before slipping out from their bed.

She grabbed his discarded shirt off the floor as she went and Jay watched her with nothing short of pure adoration as she left the room. He heard her tinkering around in the kitchen and it was instinctive, the way in which he smiled.

He imagined what she might look like then, standing in their kitchen, dressed only in shirt. She’d have to stand on the very tips of her toes to reach the shelf with the mugs. He had told her to place them on a shelf she could reach but she had insisted.

Jay glanced over to his night stand where a candid shot of Jay and Hailey had been taken by Adam. They weren’t even looking at the camera, totally immersed in each other, jaw breaking grins as they laughed. It had been taken at a Bears game and Jay was pretty sure there were countless other photos of all their friends too. But this one, with just the two of them; this was his favourite.

Hailey came back into his sight then, a cup of coffee in each hand. Jay smiled, sitting up against the headboard a little better. He smirked when Hailey placed both cups down on his night stand.

“You didn’t have to,” he said softly.

“I know. But you’d just end up stealing half of mine, then complain cause its normal coffee like normal people drink it,” she teased.

Jay chuckled and then reached for her, gently tugging her towards him. Hailey came willingly, throwing one leg over his waist as she straddled him. she grinned down at him, her blonde hair a right mess thanks to him.

“Besides, I don’t want you to leave this bed again,” she whispered, leaning in, her lips ghosting over his.

He didn’t mind her teasing, but he had other things in mind. His fingers wove into her hair as he kissed her a second later. Hailey grinned, her hands falling to his shoulders.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied between kisses. “Such a smart idea, Mrs Halstead.”

Hailey giggled and it was a sound he loved to hear – because it was only for him. He fell back against the headboard and Hailey relaxed in his arms. He was looking at her, but she knew his mind was a mile away.

Her fingers brushed his jaw, gently until she caught his attention. “What is it?”

He shook his head, reluctant to say and that worried her. There were very few things they didn’t share with each other. The time for secrets had long passed them by.

“Jay,” she called and he looked up, meeting her beautiful blues.

“I was just thinking … I wished this had been the only time I said ‘I do,’ He admitted. Hailey could see the guilt in his eyes and she frowned. “I guess I wished this was my first and only marriage.”

She pressed a kiss to his lips. “It’s okay that it’s not,” she told him. “Life gets messy. It’s hard and we make mistakes. But there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know, but …” he shrugged.

“Hey,” she said softly. “I might not have been the first Mrs Halstead,” she laughed as he wrinkled his nose, “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I love you, Jay.” She looked at him contemplating for a moment before she continued, “You were right all those years ago.”

“I’m usually right about a lot of things. To which are you referring to?” he sassed.

She swatted his arm. “It’s about the right person. And you dear husband are the only one for me.” He smiled, leaning up to kiss her gently. “Loving you is my favourite part of every day.”

He tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. “You really don’t mind?”

“Yes really. I don’t mind that I wasn’t your first,” she teased and he laughed. “I do intend to be your last.”

“You’re the only one that counts.” He told her. “You’re the one and only I want to call my wife. I love you, Hails.”

“Good! Now drink your questionable coffee before it gets cold,” Hailey laughed, handing him his coffee. Just as he liked, with almond milk.

“Yes ma’am.” He took the steeping cup of coffee from her and they settled into an easy embrace, sipping on their coffee and making idle talk.

It was not his first marriage, but it was the only one that mattered.

#upstead #upstead fanfiction #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #one chicago #jay x hailey #prompt ask #prompt fic #challenge me daily #fanfic writer #fluff prompts #future fic #married upstead

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#12 Shota Aizawa x Nakano Kaneko

'Sunglasses off...'

Honestly, just got into this anime after i binged Naruto (because of Kakashi, why else, for the plot? Nah.) And Aizawa? Nice. Really something for someone with a soft spot for teacher/student fanfics. So yeah. Maybe it becomes a Multi-Part story...maybe not. Honestly, i hope it does, but no promises, as always. Now, have a "Prologue"

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"Sunglasses off in the classroom, cool kid..." Your new homeroom teacher told you with a lackluster yet stern voice, already moving towards you to probably take it off your hands.

Unfortunately, you couldn't give them to him.

"I can't..." You reply easily just as lackluster, having heard the same complain from your last teachers and similar people. "You can't or don't want to?" He asks in return, now standing in front of your desk, arms folded in front of him. Why did you have to choose first row again?

Oh yeah, because your eyes are jack shit with these damned glasses. Also, unfortunately, you still can't take them off. You're still trying to convince your parents to let you go back to the eye doc to let you get better ones.

"A bit of both. Kinda don't want to go blind mid-Academy years...just when I might become a hero afterwards." Your parents would be too proud of their own Hero-History to accept their youngest child becoming a failure in their bloodline because of a birth and a "useless" quirk that's become "defect". "Kinda don't wanna ruin my future."

His already flat eyes squinted at your "rebellious" response, as your parents would call it before lecturing you for another thirty seemingly unending minutes, before he gives a dry and somehow almost intimidating chuckle, "Usually it's wearing sunglasses indoors that ruin the eyes of kids nowadays... Hand them over, you get them back at the end of the school day...if you're working hard enough."

If the room's lights weren't so bright that your glasses adjusted themselves to be basically entirely non-see through, he would be able to see you squint back as you scowl, "I won't." "First day and you're already being such a handful, kid..." He sighs out, sounding more than done with your shit already, "Wanna know what i do with kids like you? Expel, no questions asked."

He wouldn't even ask for an explanation on why you wore your glasses? Actually, he probably wouldn't care or believe you anyways, that's what this man sounded to you like. Like an asshole.

"Without even asking for the reason I'm wearing them?" You try anyways, aware that the whole class was now eyeing you, the new foreign student. You came from a different "hero school", from abroad. America had their own heroes too after all, like the rest of the world. But you're Japanese anyways, just not born here.

"Well, looking at you, probably to stick out more from the masses as the weird new kid. But, you know, enlighten me, i guess..." "My eyes are photosensitive or light sensitive, florescent and or bright lights and especially daylight...it feels like it burns my eyeballs straight from their sockets. Even now, they maybe don't hurt me, but this room's lightning makes me fucking nauseous..." It was the easiest, simplest way to describe your condition and suddenly his demeanor seemed to...change? For a second he almost looked sympathetic beyond his tired "why am I here again?" gaze.

Instead of continuing his strict demand on your protective gear and his talk about expelling you within the next few minutes, he nods and turns his back on you, "In that case, you better show your worth in the first test today. I will determine if you're still a viable Option in becoming a hero nonetheless, just like with every other student in this room. If not, no glasses will save you from losing the possibility of ever becoming an official hero."

Your eyes — slightly bloodshot from accidentally looking out the window this morning without your glasses — widen. He wouldn't dare, not after you aced your entry exam for foreigners! You were the best of your group!

You would show him just how strong and resilient you are!

"Actually, we're wasting enough time already, get up and follow me. Said test will be held NOW." Mr. Aizawa, as he formerly introduced himself, led the class out into the hallway of the building and all the way to the changing area for the outside training grounds. Filing into the female changing room with the rest of girls, you open the locker with the key — that you had been given with your other school equipment — that had the same number on it. Surprisingly they actually had provided you with the right clothing size...one plus point in regards to your former school in NYC.

"H-hey...my name's Ochako...i, well...i just wanted to say that I'm sorry about your... condition?" The slightly timid auburn girl suddenly appeared at your side. Had you activated your quirk, you would've sensed her beforehand. But you didn't, so you basically jumped right into your closed locker, ramming your head full force into it with a shout, "God fucking damnit, OW!" You curse as you rub your head, quickly fixing your glasses before you accidentally looked at the painfully bright locker room lights. "Yes,...ngh...also nice to meet you. But don't do that again. Please." You reply, squinting as you hoped you didn't dent your locker. You didn't, thank the gods.

"I'm sorry about that as well. It won't happen again!" Little did you two know, it would become a common problem.

"But about my condition... there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about. It's part of my quirk, it's a quirk defect. I was "born" with it." The girl looked at you with surprise, "I didn't know people get quirk defects that affect them outside of using them...what is your quirk anyways?"

You're about to explain it to her when a strong knock against the opposite door leading onto the training grounds pulled you from your short conversation. "Hurry up, we don't have all day. You won't have it in a battle either!" Mr. Aizawa shouts impatiently through the closed metal door, it being your cue to shrug at Ochako, "Guess you'll see it in action first..." Excited, she nods, "And you'll get to see mine!"

Giving her a thumbs up as your non-vocal agreement, you tag onto the group of girls at the very back, trudging out of the locker rooms with even less enthusiasm than you thought you would have. You had already finished your second year in America, but due to differences in teachings between the two countries...well...your once again stuck in year one. So all this "We'll test your quirk's strengths" shit was old news.

Bakugou was, as you already figured out within the first minutes of being stuck in a room with this idiot, a real handful. Nicely said of course. Your real opinion was a bit harsher but also still very surface-level. Maybe he turns out to be a good person...no matter how idiotic.

So of course, he boastfully went on about how he would rock this test, absolutely break the records and all that stuff. Mr. Aizawa in turn gave him the opportunity to show that he was actually capable of backing up his quite big words.

By using his quirk, Explosion, he threw 705.2 meters. You choose to remember his distance, already making a mental note to put everything you had in your cells to beat his distance. No matter how basic your current opinion was about him, about basically everyone of your classmates actually...if you could show someone their place, you would. A hero that thinks too highly of themselves, even boasts about it, they will never turn out well. You have witnessed it before, watching these people change to the worse and sometimes even changing teams...

Even if your quirk is strong, don't push it into other people's faces, mock them if they got weaker ones or even demand to fight on your own in case "the others might get in your way".

The first Station was the 50-m dash. Easy enough, you thought. You were last on the "contestant" list, letting you easily make note of everyone's quirks, quickly also noting that Midoriya seemingly didn't show any attempt at using his quirk. Then it was your turn for the first time.

Activating your quirk, you hear someone's quiet and shocked gasp behind you. Due to the deeper, mature tone to it, it had to be Mr. Aizawa? Was it your quirk's "give away", as people called it? Maybe because it looked similar to his? Floating hair, floating scarf (Though it wasn't like his, it was a normal one.) it was a telltale sign of yours and as you had researched Japan's pro heroes two months ago, his apparently too.

But you couldn't let that destroy your concentration, you needed it right now for your quirk. 'Hyposensibilty, Muscles! Cell Control Feet and Legs!'

Getting into the starting position, you look to your right, your opponent was ironically Ochako. Did she just...sparkle a bit?

Ignoring it for your quirk's sake, you waited for the signal.

Go!

Behind your glasses, which you could've discarded with your quirk now active, but you don't have time for that, your eyes focused on your goal in 50 meters before you lifted your body from the ground, running off.

You easily left Ochako in the dust as you sprinted towards the goal, passing the line, barely able to catch yourself as your mind planned subconsciously to continue running.

"4.10 seconds." You heard the machine tell out loud as you finally managed to take a turn back to the group, losing down to a more relaxed jog. But you didn't deactivate your quirk. If you did now, you'd be too exhausted in your legs to continue for the next station. That was one downside. Both of your two quirks worked against you, being the subtle cause for you various hypersensitivity problems.

"Holy crap, Kaneko, you're really quick!" Kirishima exclaims, Bakugou huffing annoyed behind the actually really nice redhead who cheered you on. You blush just a bit at the kind words, scratching the back of your head, "Thank you, Kirishima, but you weren't bad yourself...". Ochako came up behind you, panting just the smallest amount, "I didn't think you were that quick, quicker than Bakugou too!"

Said blonde eyed you with certified anger in his eyes. Oh you were going to have so much fun... hopefully. You still hated the test itself, no matter what. It's still a waste of time.

Next was: Grip Strength!

Everyone was handed a device that they were supposed to grip as hard as they could, basically. Having long reset your quirks strengths in your lower body parts, you now gave your needed arm the same treatment, forcing your muscles to go to their current limits and using your other quirk to desensitize said muscles and to lift the strain they would be put under due to that. Taking the device in your hand, you flex your muscles as you grip it.

276 kg.

Apparently, from reoccurring grunts from the explosive Blondie, better than his number, again.

Moving on to the next trial, you did the same as before, once again strengthening you leg muscles, specifically your thighs, but also your stomach and back muscles to keep your balance mid jump.

With just some small stagger, you managed to clear the box, barely keeping upright as you almost ate some of the rocky ground, Ochako eyeing you in fascination and Mr. Aizawa seemed to slowly get over the fact that you wore "sunglasses", your results seeming to impress him a little bit even. From all students in class, until now you could use your quirk(s) for all test stations, something that would bite you in the ass later on. Yet your strategies wouldn't change, as your Quirk was just too adaptable and you even had two more aces up your sleeves — though very dangerous, especially for yourself — that you're currently training to be more versatile and under your control to alter as you wish.

Your next station to pass was repeated side steps, which had quickly been cleared by you as you sped up your body's adrenaline production and the reaction speed your brain's cells needed for the station. Mineta of course was much much faster than you with his odd...balls, bouncing in between them. But at least you left a certain fuming someone once again in the dust. The next station turned out to be the infamous Ball throw from the beginning of Bakugou's slow downfall.

Taking the last ball, you test its weight by shorty throwing it up into the air and catching it again. Medium to heavy weight, not unbalanced in any area. It was going to be fairly easy. Focusing, as many times before, you take your favored stance for throwing objects before launching the ball far...farrrr away.

900m.

Unified gasps from your fellow classmates went across the training grounds as the machine called out the result, a slight smirk appearing on you usually relatively neutral face. You had a real good day today and ate well in the morning, perfect to show what you're capable of.

Cleaning off your hands from shortly before touching the ground, you turn to Mr. Aizawa, "I'm done, i believe? What comes next? The sun is fucking torture." The black haired teacher had a one-sided grin for the split of a second, something only you seemed to witness, "Eager, aren't we, cool kid?" He asked you, with the same stupid nickname from before before he waved everyone to follow him for the last few stations. Those, you also went through with ease. As expected, since you had gone through a test very similar before after all.

Even now that all tests had been over, you kept up your quirk and your glasses too, now long too lazy to pocket them. You didn't need everyone to see how you felt after using your quirk. Not yet. How it used you and your energy up, no matter how well you had it under control, other than Midoriya apparently.

The list was via a hologram. On the top was your face and name, then came Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki. Only after them, you saw Bakugou's face. Holding back a childish and definitely girly giggle, you continue down the list, smiling when you saw that Ochako did well enough to not land last place.

No...that place...that place was reserved for none other than Midoriya, who broke his finger with his own quirk. He had to learn how to control it, quickly too, Mr. Aizawa had been rough but right so with his words when he first erased his quirk as Midoriya went to throw his ball.

Guess that was it for the poor green head, right?

"But no. Nobody gets expelled today. Lucky, huh?"

You seemed to have tuned out when Mr. Aizawa spoke to the class, now only able to dumbly stare at him from your place behind some of the others. Something he apparently didn't miss as he threw his clipboard straight against you sweaty forehead, almost taking off your protective glasses in the process. "Learn to listen, kid...and the test is over, you can deactivate you quirk now. Or do i need to help you out with that bit?"

Oh god, please don't let him erase your quirk right now, not in front of everyone! "J-just give me a hot minute, Sensei!". Though he was definitely the type of person to just say "no." coldly before simply deactivating your quirk for you without asking, he no longer seemed to want to do that with you, not after the test. His demeanor seemingly shifted for you after you showed your potential. "A minute, not any longer. The rest, go change, classes are over for today." The more excited kids cheered, running to the changing rooms while the more down to earth ones calmly did the same.

Once the last student disappeared behind the metal doors and said doors closed, leaving you alone with your teacher, you quickly deactivate your quirk, coming to regret that immediately.

As you hair looses it's floating abilities, you lost you ability to stand as well. The pain you felt right now was nothing like the kinds you felt after training all day on high intensity or after fighting in you old school. Be it villains or test battles against classmates or teachers. Nothing to truly worry about.

The current level of pain was describable as a mid-level full body cramp. "Fucking...BITCH!!...ARgh.." you grunt, fisting against the hard and slightly dusty ground, your eyes squeezing shut immediately in reflex when your glasses fell off your reddened face. Your legs and arms subtly went on spasming as you hear Mr. Aizawa coming closer with his heavier steps.

"I was already wondering what your quirk's drawback is. After all, everyone has one..." He did sound a bit concerned after all, no matter his words, as he kneeled down next to you, "But the real question, is it controllable, like Midoriya's—" "No. It's the quirks' natural backlash. The more i strain my body using it, the more it hurts me back physically afterwards... that's why I don't deactivate it too early, if i do it before my fight is over, i would be at a terrible disadvantage." It was the sad truth, you own quirk could get you into the hospital. Which it already did various times before.

Nonetheless, it may not be controllable but it's very well trainable. The tougher your natural muscle structure is, the more strain their cells can take. And that includes everything you're made of, everything your body produces to make you a human like anybody else, bones, muscles, nails, teeth and so on. When you first began training your quirks for hero school in NYC...you broke down every time you had finished normal Training, sometimes spent hours in the stupid infirmary.

"But I'm training to...to lessen its blow on my system." You claim, trying to control the ongoing cramps with mostly success. Yet at some places it felt like a knife was buried right inside your body, twisting and going deeper. It was nothing against what you had felt before. "You're very strong, Kaneko—" "So...you do know...my name!" You interrupt him with pants in between, hearing his annoyed grunt in response, "Stop interrupting me, kid." "No..." You reply flatly, slowly sinking to the ground at the same time, finally feeling the integrity of your cells in your body reach normal levels again.

Hearing you glasses move from their place they fell at, you first mumble something incoherent into the floor, "Give them back."

"Anything else than your eyes that is sensible?"

Was that just a lucky guess, curiosity or did he know that it couldn't be JUST your eyes?

"My whole body is a hot mess with the quirks' i possess." "Plural? What even are they? The foreign student files still haven't been given out to the teachers by the Principal. And because of that profile existing and being official too, you have never been asked to fill out the one of the UA. You're mostly a mystery as of now, the only identification we have to make sure you are you is with DNA, your picture, name and your current residence."

"Hyper-/Hyposensibility and Cell Manipulation. They work in tandem, a bit at least..." The ground tastes like dirt. Not much of a surprise. But the unfortunate mouth full of dirt of course didn't sate your now adamant feeling hunger that grew with every minute passing of your body regaining normal Levels. "So you're mostly changing you own body...is there anything to your quirks that give you long range attacks?"

His questioning went on for a little while, until he finally stopped, sounding quite tired, giving you back the one thing that actually kept you from leaving him and his interrogation — Or more, his analysis. — your stupid glasses. "I've heard enough. I will give you some one on one training, if you think you need it. And here, your sunglasses." "I don't need this extra training, I'm NOT Midoriya! Until now i have been capable of training my drawback on my own quite well, what even makes you think you're able to understand my situation, Mr. Aizawa!?"

Shrugging at your little outburst and ignoring your in fact rude behavior towards a teacher — just for today, he tells himself foolishly — he turns on his feet to leave you to your festering own, "Just think about my offer. You don't have to take it, forcing you into it wouldn't be of use. In that case, you would get the same treatment as the rest. Now go home and rest up, i can't have you down in class tomorrow, kid..."

He was probably right with that though, you should head home as well like the others. But you also needed to train a bit more if you wanted to lessen your quirk's blow some more. Which was something that had time for another day.

When you went into the locker room, everyone else had already gone home, after all a minute easily became 10 minutes with your cramps and Mr. Aizawa asking you out about your quirk.

Your way home was quiet and the sun beamed down unrelentingly, even your glasses bearing only just enough safety. As you enter your home, you throw your door shut.

"I'm home..."

No reply.

Right.

You're all on your own.

All alone.

"At least no constant reminders..." You mumble, walking into the small kitchen connected to your living room that also was your bedroom. Remembering to open your balcony before you began to cook — otherwise you and your bed would smell of beef for a week again — you open your fridge with a goal.

"Mhhh, Salad with Teriyaki Beef Strips...if i got enough left after eating diner, i can take some to school with me tomorrow..." Talking to yourself had become something of a bothersome habit with absolutely no one around you. At least you now had the school, people to talk to.

As annoying some might seem, they are better than your empty four walls that only listened but never could reply. They sent you all on your own. The only things that reminded you that you weren't actually a bloody orphan right now are the monthly payments your parents managed for you, like rent and water/electricity money. And some monthly allowance that did get you around somewhat.

But they made very sure that it was JUST enough so you could eat properly and buy all school utensils you needed. Never more. After all, you're not here to enjoy yourself, you're here to stop bringing shame to their hero names for being the runt of the litter...

Your two siblings...they both inherited your mom's and your dad's quirks. One of them hers, one of them his. And you? Not even similar. And they all let you feel it the moment your quirk showed. Before that, you had been the little princess, treated equal to your older siblings, had even some very happy memories, but those stopped after you turned four.

Letting your anger out on the lean beef cutlet sitting on your cutting board, beating it soft for further use, you shake in your spot. Even now, they still managed to get to you, even though they didn't even bother calling to check up on you...

"Why...why couldn't I be like my siblings?"

Taking your sharpest knife — one of the many things you had to buy off your allowance on your own by literally begging them to send you a bit more for that month — you cut the meat into fitting strips for your unfortunately "Ready to use" Teriyaki Sauce. It was probably loaded with sweetener and other stuff that didn't belong in good Teriyaki based foods. But it would have to do until you saved up for fresher ingredients.

You made a habit of taking down every yen your parents sent you onto your bank account to give the illusion that you used it up at the end of the month. But in reality you saved up everything you didn't use that month. That's for example how you bought yourself more fitting lightbulbs for your eyes, they don't hurt your eyes — if you don't directly look at them of course.

When you finished making your salad, you take a plate and dump a certain amount on top with two juicy, protein-rich beef strips before moving to your couch, oh how you missed it! While you ate, you also began to digest the curiosities of people you met today. Especially your homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa.

He thought he could understand your quirk from day one, that he could help you handle it. He wasn't the first to make that mistake. You gave one of your teachers the benefit of the doubt before him...

As nice as it sounded to maybe actually have found a mentor for your difficult abilities...it most likely would end up being just wishful thinking. Everything always ended like that.

But what...what if you gave yourself another chance? If you actually gave your new Sensei a chance? What if he got hurt...you surely would get expelled, your parents would be now fully sure of you having been a waste of time, money, love and food. They...they would definitely abandon you.

Just as they promised you if you failed the school.

Tightly gripping your fork at that nauseating thought, at them, you growl before ejecting it from your hand with enough force to find its metal prongs stuck in your undecorated white wall of your similarly empty living room. So empty.

"Fine." He wins, you'll let him try to mentor you. Anything to not be left for dead in a country you barely knew but apparently belonged to...

Anything to no longer be called a waste of space.

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