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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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HI IM THE DOM DEKU ANON (I’ll go by ✨ for now? If that’s okay?) first of all that was SO good holy SHIT. I would LOVE more if you want to write it!!! I loved every single second of it, thank you thank you thank you!!! -✨

AHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU TOOOO!!!

You’re awesome, Sparkle Anon! Take this as a token of my appreciation!

Part One Here

Dominate Deku PT.2; My Hero

Deku x GN! Reader

Genre: smutty smut

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, semi-public sex, praise, blowjobs, dirty talk, praise, dom deku, breath play, masturbation

Summary: After being saved by Pro Hero Deku, you (his biggest fan), decide to thank him the best way you know how.

Other: I decided to make this one a oneshot because I’m better at those than headcannons.

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (lemme know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist)

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A normal day. That’s what it was supposed to be. You were not supposed to be stuck in the middle of a villain fight. You were not supposed to meet your hero. You were definitely not supposed to do that with him. And you were not supposed to get his number.

But that’s what happened.

Your day started out boring as hell, wake up to your loud-ass alarm, get dressed in a boring ass outfit, eat a boring breakfast, grab a coffee or something to wake you up, and go to work.

You already knew what was supposed to happen today, and this was not it. You were supposed to stay behind the counter of the coffee shop and take orders. If you were lucky someone would put something funny for their name. Instead, you got an explosion down the street. Immediately, the costumer’s raced out of the building, you and your co-workers following suit.

You located three pro heroes.

Dynamight

Red Riot

Deku

You also noticed a few villains. You realized Dynamight must have been the cause of the explosion. But oh my god- you’re favorite hero, the current number one hero.

Deku.

He was here.

Outside your coffee shop.

Fighting villains.

Best.

Day.

Ever.

On TV, he looked different. Nothing could fully capture that beautiful neon glow around him, or the way his green curls would float upwards and bounce around. And Damn did his undercut look fucking awesome. He looked huge, like he could carry you with his pinky finger. He probably could- no. He definitely could.

Just as you were thinking this, one of the villains grabbed you and yanked you in front of her. You glanced at the other villain, who’d pulled a random civilian in front of him too.

Fuck.

Maybe today wasn’t the best day ever after all.

“Come on heroes! Fight us! Or are you afraid we’ll hurt these innocent people? Back off and we might just let them live!” The villain holding you shouted at the heroes.

There was a moment’s hesitation.

Silence.

Then something wrapped around you and the other civilian, and you were yanked forward, barreling towards the heroes.

Deku.

Did he really move that fast?

Deku stopped himself behind the other two heroes, who immediately ran towards the villains, but you barely even noticed.

Deku had his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He grinned at both you and the other civilian, a glint in his emerald eyes.

“Don’t you guys worry, we’re here and we’ll keep you safe!” Your heart fluttered at the sound of his catchphrase.

You’re hero is so cool!

He sets the two of you down, but his hand lingers on your waist for a moment, his eyes meeting yours.

You felt your whole body heat up as his hand slipped down, brushing against your backside before he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

“Dynamight! Red Riot! You guys finished?”

“If you’d been paying attention, Deku, then you would have seen that we’ve already restrained the villains.” Deku’s face flushed a little, and he scratched behind his neck with a chuckle.

“Sorry guys!”

The police arrived a minute later, and the crowd dispersed pretty quickly. You got in the line for an autograph from Deku. You silently hoped that he wouldn’t leave to soon.

You were the last person in line thanks to your earlier flustered behavior. If only you’d gotten over your embarrassment quicker.

Finally, you approached your hero.

“Um- hi Deku,” you stuttered, mentally kicking yourself for acting so shy. “Thank you so much for saving me, I was sure I was gonna get hurt back there!” He grinned down at you (how was he so fucking tall?) and your heart skipped a beat.

“It’s no problem, really. My job is to help people like you.” His smile was so sweet, but for some reason he seemed uncomfortable. Shifting from one foot to the next, glancing at you and away from you as if you were the cause. Were you weirding him out?

“Ah- I’m sorry if I cause you any trouble-“ you started, only to get intuition by the green-haired hero.

“No no no, you didn’t cause me any trouble.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to decipher his behavior. Then you saw it.

Shit.

This is awkward.

W-why was he hard?

Did- did you do that?

An idea popped into your head, a stupid, horny idea. One that probably wouldn’t work. But god did you hope it would work.

“I-if there’s anything I can do to repay you, I want to do it.” He glanced down at you, a look of understanding in his eyes. He seemed to hesitate before shaking his head.

“It’s alright- I can handle myself. I should really be apologizing-“ now it was your turn to interrupt.

“No, no it’s okay. I’d like to help.” He looked down at you, lifting an eyebrow to double check how sure you were. You have him a nod in response and he relaxed, smiling at you.

“Alright then. Dynamight! Red Riot! You two can go ahead without me, I’ve got some business to attend to.”

Dynamight shouted something at him, flipping him off, Red Riot stood in front of him and smiled nervously, waving at Deku.

“Don’t worry about it, man! We’ll finish off the patrol on our own!” The two of them turned the corner. Leaving you. With Deku. Alone. The her turned to look at you, gently placing his hand on your upper arm before taking you with him into an alley, ducking around the corner with you.

“What’s your name?” he asked, cheeks flushed.

“Y-Y/n L/n.” you responded nervously.

“Y/n...” he murmured your name and you could feel your soul leaving your body. “Y/n are you sure you want to help me with this? You don’t have to and I’m not going to do this if you don’t want to. I could always just take care of it myself and-”

“I really want to help!” you exclaimed. “I’ve been a fan of yours for years and well... I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find you attractive.” You felt his hand on your shoulder before you were spun around and pressed up against the wall. You let out a squeak as he pushed on your body lightly, putting you on your knees quickly in front of the hero.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” his voice had changed, usually it was lighter and carried a sort-of happy-go-lucky tone to it, but now... His voice was deeper, almost a growl, and the look in his eyes made you shudder. You nodded at him quickly, before he undid a small clip near his crotch. It was probably there to help him pee without needing to take off his whole costume, but well... this was a great alternate use.

He pulled out his dick, and you choked. It wasn’t even anywhere near your mouth and you already couldn’t breath. He had to have been eight or nine inches, curving upwards and to the left. There was a long vein on the underside, and a couple smaller veins on the top. It was a shade darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip was very pink. It’d be cute if it wasn’t so goddamn big. Deku must have noticed your reaction, because he let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s the face most people make.” he joked. “Gonna give up on me now?” you shook your head, clenching your legs together. You reached up, slowly wrapping your fingers around his length.

He smirked down at you, reaching down and brushing your hair out of your face. You slowly started to jerk him off, feeling him harden even more in your hand. A droplet of pre slipped out of the slit, dripping off of him. You moved to catch the drop in your mouth. It didn’t have much of a taste, reminded you a bit of cottage cheese maybe? Except not cold.

“Damn~ that was hot,” you looked up at the hero, who was leaning half against the wall. His eyes seemed to have darkened, and he had a smug look on his face that made your stomach flip. “You like it? Hmm? Like this hero’s cock?” you whimpered, nodding. “Why don’t you take on more of it, hm? How’s that sound baby~”

His voice went straight to your crotch, and you dipped your hands into your pants to touch yourself. You pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, kissing it. You slowly kissed down the underside, all the way to the base. You heard him hiss as you licked a stripe all the way up to his tip, flattening your tongue against him.

His hands wove into your hair, tugging on it lightly. You shudder, opening your mouth and slowly taking the tip in to your waiting cavern. You watch the hero’s expression carefully, how his eyebrows quirk up, how he hisses, how his pearly teeth dig into the soft flesh of his lower lip, how his eyes are half-closed.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me.” he murmurs. “Taking my cock so well, gonna try an get me to cum? Is that what you want? Want your hero to cum all over you?” you hummed, slowly taking in more of him.

He was so big, you could barely get down halfway, reaching up to stroke the three and a half inches you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You watched as his smug look only grew, his cock twitching in your mouth as you started to bob your head, tongue running along the underside.

His breath hitched, and he tightened his grip on your hair, slowly starting to guide you along his length. You moved your hand away from his dick, putting your arm around the back of his waist, using it to push yourself all the way down on him. Tears bubbled up in your eyes, and you were just barely getting enough air.

God it was so perfect.

You sped up your other hand, masturbating as you sucked off the Number One Hero in an alleyway.

Your nose was buried in a thick mass of dark green hair, and you could feel the vibrations of his voice from the support of his lower stomach.

“Fuck, Y/n! Who knew you were so fucking good at this? This is certainly not gonna be a one-time thing~”

Oh god yes.

You choked and gagged on his dick as he pulled his hips away from you before snapping them against your face. His balls slapped against your chin with every thrust into your mouth. The tears escaped, tumbling down your heated cheeks, but you made no effort to pull away.

You could feel your climax approaching, and you looked up at Deku with wide, innocent, eyes, willing him to cum in your mouth. He let out a soft moan at your expression, understanding.

“Get ready, baby, you’re gonna taste me soon~” he growled with need. You relaxed your throat as best you could, closing your eyes and preparing for him. Soon, his hips started to stutter against your face, and you felt something hot and sticky fill your mouth.

You pulled off his dick with a gasp, a few shots of stray cum landing on your face. You coughed a little, swallowing as much as you could and wiping your tears. You barely noticed him crouching down and handing you a tissue to clean your face with.

“Baby~ you haven’t cum yet have you~” he asked softly. You shook your head.

“S’fine, just wanted to make you feel good.” you told him, and he frowned, slamming his hand against the wall behind you, leaning in close.

“I’m not leaving until you cum.” there it was again, the dominance, his demanding tone, his true wolf-like nature pushing through. You whimpered, pulling your pants down enough for him to see you. He sucked in a breath, leaning close to you and moving his hand towards you.

You put your hands over your mouth when he started to touch you. Fast yet calculated movements, he knew exactly what to do to you to make you come undone. You quickly latched onto him, hips jerking upwards as you came hard on his hand.

You felt his lips against your neck, pressing soft kisses until he reached all the way up to yours. His lips were soft, and tasted like watermelon. You lifted your head feebly to kiss him back, but he was already pulling away. He sucked his fingers and hand clean, keeping eye-contact with you the whole time.

You could feel yourself growing weak under his powerful gaze. When he finished, he wiped his hand off on his pants, tucking his softening dick back into his pants and clipping them shut. He pressed something into your hand, smiling at you.

“You can take care of yourself from here, right? Or do I need to save you again~” he teased. You nodded, muttering that you’d be fine. His smirk softened into a sweet grin, and he stood up. “Call me, I’d like to see you again.” he said over his shoulder, turning the corner and leaving the alley. You lifted your hand to see what he gave you, a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number and the words ‘Izuku Midoriya’ printed next to it.

His phone number.

Not only had you just sucked his dick, you got his number. You sighed, resting your head against the wall and closing your eyes for a moment. Suddenly, you remembered you still had work, and you stood up, rushing to pull your pants and underwear back on.

So what if today was supposed to be a normal day?

It didn’t end up being one, and you were so glad for it.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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So imagine this the reader is a hero and shigaraki is a villain of course anyways shiggy falls head over heels for the reader and always tries to get there attention while the reader does find shigaraki cute but he’s being a pain in the ass always destroying things and making messes, reader kidnapped him and Using him as a fuck toy ( of course our little pervert is enjoying this ) anyways the reader straight up tells him if he behaves and start doing good things he’ll get rewarded and actually get to cum, long story short tahts how shigaraki stopped being a villain and destroying things

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Warnings: edging, blowjob, Shiggy cums in your mouth, lol, fingering (female), vaginal sex, porn (filming), Tomura wasn't as submissive as I planned and pretty much doms you in the end 😞. He's kinda subby at the beginning tho. THIS COULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER IM MAD. If this gets 1,000 notes, I'll rewrite it 😏 I never say shit like that but yolo ig.

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“Shiggy why the actual fuck are we here? It’s the middle of nowhere and that hero y/n’s base is here, ” Dabi complained.

“Shut up. I’m your boss, ” he said, giddy with excitement.

He was so excited to see you: your cool quirk and costume, your pretty voice and face. Plus you’d pay attention to him. You both fought close range, so he’d be able to get a good look at you. He'd get to admire how beautiful you looked up close. The last time he saw you, he swore you were blushing at him. It wasn't like him to flirt with heroes. That was Dabi’s thing, but he couldn't resist.

“Dabi burn that down, ” he ordered.

“Yes boss, ” he muttered, setting the building ablaze.

It was the sixth time in two weeks blue flames were seen from out your window. You sighed, stretched and walked towards the burning building.

“Again?!” you said, saving the last of the people inside.

“I just couldn't resist, ” Tomura smiled, “I missed you y/n if you’d just give me your number, we wouldn't have to do this, ”

“In your dreams, creep, ” you scoffed.

“You're so mean to me, “ he pouted, letting you dodge his punch on purpose.

“God fucking damn it Shigaraki. Stop burning my shit down!” you yelled in frustration.

“Then go out with me. Then I'll quit burning things down. Please y/n? I promise, ” he said.

You groaned, “no, Shigaraki, I won't go out with you, ”

“I love it when you say my name, ” he sighed, “you have such a pretty voice y/n, ”

You slapped him on the back, tripping him with your other foot.

“Just get out of here, ” you said.

“Fine, fine, but i’ll be back for you my love!” he called as he stumbled into the warp gate.

You smiled to yourself. Shigaraki was kind of cute, but he always made such a mess. It was a shame, really.

A bruise-covered Tomura stumbled upstairs. Normally he’d be mad that an enemy marked up his avatar but they were your bruises. Proof that you had touched him with those gorgeous hands. He shrugged off his coat to find a note stuck to it.

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx’

It was your number. You gave him your number. He practically skipped downstairs. He slid into the seat beside Dabi and waved the note in his face.

“She gave me her number, ” Shigaraki bragged.

“Ha, funny story, ” Dabi deadpanned, lighting a cigarette.

“Whatever, I don't need you to believe me, ” he said.

He walked upstairs and sat on the bed to make a contact for you. He put you as ‘y/n <3’ with his favorite picture of you. The picture was from your very first fight. You and All Might were smiling at the camera. He had bought photoshop for two reasons, the first to get All Might out of the picture and second, so he could enhance the photo of you. He ran a finger over your digital face.

“So pretty, ” he whispered, “my pretty y/n, ”

Shigaraki finally worked up the courage to text you.

I knew you'd give in eventually y/n

ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ

He put his phone down and started playing his game. Before he knew it, hours had gone by. He checked his phone.

I knew you'd give in eventually y/n

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

Whatever come see me

I'm not dumb y/n this is a trap

I thought you liked me

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

I promise it’s not a trap

And I never thought I'd say this but I do like you Shigaraki

Even if you make a mess of the city

Every

Fucking

Day

Get over here before I change my mind creep

📍 y/n sent their location 📍

Fine

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

Shigaraki gave Kurogiri the adress.

“Here. Now, ” he ordered, putting on his artist's gloves.

The warp gate opened, and he took a shaky breath before stepping through. He entered your living room, it was surprisingly cozy, and you had lit a fire. You weren't in the room, so he sent you another text.

I'm here

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

He heard you open the door and walk in.

“Hey creep, ” you said.

You sat in front of him on the couch.

“You can sit but if you want to keep standing there like an idiot go ahead, ” you said.

He scoffed, “the real idiot is the person who let a villain walk into her house after sending him her location, ”

“Touche, ” you responded, “but I know you'd never hurt me. The city and everyone else is fair game apparently,”

“Just let go of the whole destroying cities thing, ” he said, putting an arm around you, “I was just doing it to impress you, ”

“The only thing that was impressive is all the extra hours I had to put in, ” you snapped.

The room fell silent.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, but you do really stress me out, Shigaraki, ” you sighed, “so I guess it’s only fair that you help me relax, ”

You straddle his lap, putting your hands in his hair

“You're going to live here from now on and pay off your debt to me, Shiggy. And if you're good, you'll even get a reward, ” you said, tapping your finger on his nose.

“What do you mean rela- oh, ” he said, realizing what you meant.

“You don't have to if you don't want to, baby, ” you said, kissing his forehead, “you'd never hurt me, and I'd never hurt you, ”

You wiggled your hips in his lap, “although something tells me you want this as much as I do, Shiggy, ”

“Yeah whatever, ” he mumbled, embarrassed, “go ahead, ”

“You sure?” You asked, nuzzling the side of his neck.

The only time you touched people as a pro-hero was if you were fighting them or saving them. Having Shigaraki here was so nice. He was rubbing your back and holding you. Despite being with a villain, you felt so safe.

“I'm sure, y/n, ” Shigaraki said.

He moved your face in front of his and kissed you. Neither of you had much experience when it came to kissing or romance in general. You were too busy fighting each other. All things considered, your first kiss was pretty good. You never thought you'd have a villain in your house, let alone on your lips. He rubbed his hands up and down your waist.

“Use me however you want y/n you deserve it, baby. I trust you, ” he mumbled against your lips.

It didn't take long for the two of you to strip, shoving your tongues into each other a mouths. Shigaraki didn't really know what to do. He mostly learned from porn. He just kind of rubbed your cunt smiling when you jumped as he found your clit. He learned quickly, rubbing it harshly as you whined into his mouth. He found your hole after a while, pressing a finger in. One didn't really do anything for you so he pressed in another one confused that it wasn't causing the reaction he wanted.

He started wiggling his fingers around until he felt an extra squishy part inside of you and rubbed it, causing you to start moaning again. He brought his other hand to your clit, letting you hump his hand.

“Shigaraki, ” you whined, “please don't stop, ”

“Not gonna stop, baby, ” he said, “don’t worry, ”

You didn't expect him to get you to cum his first try, but soon, you were feeling the pleasure intensify until it broke, ripping through your body.

“No more baby, ” you groaned, “too much, ”

He pulled his hands away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for letting me touch you like that y/n, ” he said.

“Its time for me to return the favor, ” you smiled knowing exactly what you wanted.

You lowered yourself onto him, adjusting as he groaned at the feeling of you around him. You felt so warm and wet, so tight around him. He bucked into you when you finally started bouncing. His nails dug into your hips. You decided to rile him up.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby, ” you said, nearly giggling, “gonna make you feel so good,”

You reached down to your clit, throwing your head back. His size made it quite easy to get yourself off, and before you knew it, you were right on the edge. You pushed yourself to cum as fast as possible, moaning and whimpering.

“So close baby, ” he groaned as your orgasm finished.

“Too bad, ” you said getting off of him, “did you really think you deserve to cum? After all the trouble you caused? You're gonna have to work for it Tomura Shigaraki, ”

“What the hell, ” he said, “that's not fucking fair. I made you cum twice, isn't that enough?”

“After all the shit you've done? No, no, no, baby, the only way you're gonna get to cum is if you start cleaning up your fucking messes. We’re going out tonight to help clean up that building you burnt up, ”

“No the fuck we’re not. I'm leaving. Fuck you, ” he said.

“Ah ah ah, ” you said, grabbing his phone and pressing two buttons, “kurogiri can't send any warp gates, and your quirk is neutralized. Plus, I'm keeping this phone, ”

He was livid. Maybe you were the real villain here.

“Dont look so sad baby, if you work hard enough, you could cum in the next couple of days. Until then, you're mine to fuck whenever and however I want, ” you said.

He scoffed, “I'm a villain y/n I'm not gonna let everyone see me acting like a fucking hero, ”

“Have fun being edged every day then, and no, you're not allowed to get yourself off. I can't trust you not to, so you're forcing me to tie you up. If only you would come to help your wonderful girlfriend who's just trying to help you have a better life, ” you said.

“Girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“Mhm, ” you said, “I like you, Shigaraki don't you remember? And you asked me out yesterday, ”

He stood there dumbfounded.

“Come on. I'm tired let's get to bed, ” you said, taking his hand.

You walked into the bathroom with him.

“Here I got you pajamas and a toothbrush. Do you need anything else?” you asked.

“No I'm good. Thanks, ” he said.

“No problem baby, ” you said, ruffling his hair.

You brushed your teeth and put on pajamas. You caught him by surprise and tied his hands together.

“Hey what the hell?” he said.

“Shiggy, I told you I couldn’t trust you to be a good boy. You forced my hand, ” you said, leading him to bed.

You both laid down, and you pulled him into your chest, cuddling him close.

“Mmm, good night Shiggy, ” you said.

“Fuck you y/n...goodnight, ” he grumbled.

You giggled and kissed the top of his head. Over the next few weeks, Shigaraki became more and more irritable. It was so annoying to be pushed to the edge every day just to watch you take his orgasm away.

“Fine!” he yelled, on the sixth week of his stay “fine! I'll clean up all the buildings Dabi burned down yesterday! Just let me cum y/n, baby, just let me cum, ” he begged.

You smiled and hugged him tightly, “oh Shiggy, I knew you'd give in and help me! I'm so proud of you. C’mon let's go right now and you can cum after. Any way you want baby, ”

To everyone's surprise, Shigaraki did a great job of cleaning up the building in record time. However, he did threaten everyone at least five times until you shot him a look to make him utter a ‘sorry.’ he had earned his phone back after that since he did such a good job.

He got his shit rocked that night, cumming until he was shaking and crying. Begging you for more.

“Please y/n please let me cum again, m-more I want more, ” he begged.

“Tell me how much you want it baby. Tell me how bad you need to cum, ” you said, taking him in your mouth again.

“Please, ” he cried, “please y/n I need it so bad, ”

You spent hours fucking him, fucking him even though you were over stimulated to the point of tears.

Meanwhile, the league was falling apart without him and disappearing almost completely. It was no secret that people were looking for him, but he was with other heroes all the time. They had no chance at getting him back.

‘So this is what it’s all about,’ he thought, ‘sure y/n is getting paid but not for this. Y/n cleans up and helps people for free. She never gets paid when she's helping behind the scenes. Neither do her friends. Maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe I was right about heroes when I was a kid, ‘

“Y/n, ” he said one night, “I want to get my license. I want to be a real hero, just like I wanted when I was a kid. I was wrong. I was wrong about all of this, ”

You smiled and kissed him hard, “I knew you'd come around, Tomura. You deserve a special reward, baby, ”

He grinned, “what did you have in mind?”

“Mmm, how would you like to show the entire world that I'm all yours?” you asked.

“Id fucking love that y/n, ” he said.

You kissed him. It was messy and loving. He left hickeys all over your neck, snapping picture after picture.

“You want to take a few of me a sucking your cock? Want a fucking video for everyone to see? Let everyone know I suck your cock? Yeah, do you want that baby?” you teased, settling between his legs.

“Do you when have to ask?” he said grabbing your hair on a ponytail, “go on baby, don't be shy, ”

He had his phone in his hand as you licked a long strip up his shaft.

“Tell them who you belong to, baby, ” he groaned.

“You, ” you said, sucking on the head of Shigaraki’s cock making him moan, “I belong to you, Shiggy, I'm yours baby, ”

“That's right, ” he whispered.

You started bobbing your head as he moved more hair out of your face zooming in on you.

“Smile for the camera baby, ” he teased.

You smiled around his cock as best you could while still sucking him off. He kept the camera trained on your face as he shoved you down the rest of the way, causing you to gag. He whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’ as you struggled around him.

“Oh fuck, ” he groaned, using your mouth, “almost there, baby, keep taking my cock come on you can do it y/n, ”

You sucked harder trying to use your tongue as much as you could. You felt him pull you so your mouth was around his tip cumming in your mouth instead of your throat.

“Show them, baby, ” he said, zooming in on your mouth, “show them all the cum you took, ”

You opened your mouth, some dribbling down your chin.

“Swallow sweetie, ” he cooed.

You swallowed and opened your mouth again to show that it was empty.

He chuckled, “good job baby, ” he said petting your hair.

He stopped the video watching some of it through.

“Good job y/n you're a natural, ” he smirked.

You giggled and kissed his inner thigh.

“Lay down on your back on the bed for me, baby, ” he said, walking with you to the bedroom.

He ran his hand over your body, squeezing your tits and thighs.

“So pretty baby, ” Shigaraki whispered, panning the phone up your body.

You giggled, spreading your legs for him.

“God y/n look at that baby. So fucking wet for me. Just for me, ” he said

He ran a finger through the wetness between your legs. Once Shigaraki’s finger was coated, he brought it up to your mouth, getting a good view of your face as you sucked it clean. He laughed and dragged the finger back down your body to push it into you. He quickly added a second finger and working you up until you were moaning and moving against him frantically.

“Right there, ” you moaned, “please Shiggy I'm gonna, ”

“Go on, baby, let them see you cum for me, babe, ” he urged, bumping your clit with his thumb.

Your legs started shaking as you got louder, letting go around his fingers for the whole world to see. Thinking about that, everyone seeing a pro-hero brought to her knees by the most powerful ex villain.

“Want you inside, ” you muttered, “want you inside me, please Shiggy, ”

He smirked and lined you up, rubbing his cock against you before sliding in as your back arched.

“Shiggy, ” you whined, “baby please move, please fuck me, ”

“Sure princess, ” he snickered.

He got a good angle and started to thrust slowly. You whimpered, gripping the sheets as he began to speed up, listening to your moans and the squelch of your cunt as he plunged into you. He began to speed up, alternating between your face as you got lost in pleasure and the way his cunt hugged his cock. Shigaraki kept up a steady pace for a while before throwing it all away to fuck you ruthlessly, letting your tits bounce for the camera as you became more and more desperate for release.

“Shigaraki, ” you cried, “I need to cum, baby. Please, ”

He brought a finger down to your clit, rubbing slow circles that increased in speed slowly until he was rubbing it ruthlessly. Your moans only got louder as you bucked against him.

“I'm gonna cum, ” you whispered.

“Louder, baby, ” he said, starting to lose control.

“I'm gonna cum!” you cried.

“Do it, baby. Come on, let them see you lose control, let them see what I fucking do to you. Cum for me y/n.”

Your back arched, eyes rolled back as you let out a loud broken moan. Shigaraki moaned as he zoomed in on your face, contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck baby I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside of you baby girl, ” he grunted getting faster.

He let out a long moan as he halted inside of you, letting his cock shoot cum inside of you. He stayed still, panting before pulling out slowly. He let the camera focus on the sticky white liquid oozing out of you.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He dipped his finger into you and had you lick the cum off of it.

“I love you, ” he whispered, bracing himself for rejection.

“I love you too, ” you said, pulling him into a kiss with the phone forgotten.

The video was stopped as he pulled you close to him. Shigaraki held you to his chest, rubbing circles on your back.

“Guess what I'm drawing, ” he said, tracing a heart on your back.

“A flower?” you guessed.

“Nope, ” he said, kissing the top of your head, “a heart, ”

He grabbed his phone again, posting the videos.

“There we go, ” he whispered, “now they'll know you're all mine,”

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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bakugou !! with a reader that beats him in the sports festival and takes first place and all his friends laugh at him for losing to a girl and he's all like "i let her win!!>:((" but then she confronts him bc she's annoyed he Still hasn't acknowledged her as a potentially amazing future pro hero and u can make up thereee

“how am i supposed to protect everybody if i can’t even protect you.”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: fluff, langauge, kissing

word count: 1500+

a/n: hii, sorry this might have taken a while been busy per usual, hope you liked this and per usual i always make them get together in the end because i’m sap with no boyfriend

summary: in which you and bakugo are the ones to go against each other in the final of the sports festival and after you win, he makes it seem like he let you win, after confronting him he finally gives you what you wanted.

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The good old UA sports festival, an easy win for the boy who had told the entire arena he would win.

He had such high expectations for himself.

That’s until you came around.

He hated your quirk with a burning passion.

He hated how you could easily get past him and find his faults.

Worst of all he hated the smug look you had every time you won against him.

He was supposed to be the strongest.

Not you.

So when the final fight occurs between you and the spiky blond.

He was pissed.

He saw how you won against Todoroki with ease and the smirk you had then would never amount to the smirk that you would have crushing him.

“You ready to lose, Bakugo.” He hated the way you had such malice in your voice.

He wanted to punch it right from your pretty little mouth.

Maybe he did admire your quirk and the hatred was a mask.

But that smug look you gave him angered him to the boiling point.

With ease you used your quirk to move past him dodging his hits, he knew you weren’t trying, weren’t bothering.

He even swore he saw you checking your nails and then he saw it.

The yellow bright wisps tangling between your fingers, it almost matched his own explosions that you dodged.

And then you hit him, punching him in the gut.

He didn’t even realise how far you’d gotten to him, a close proximity.

And now that you were using your quirk properly, he resented it.

That one punch made him lose the air in his lungs, one touch was all you needed, and you could control his muscular body.

He always tried to not get close to you, tried to keep a distance.

But you’d evaded his attacks by slicking back side to side past his aim.

He was slow, no. He wasn’t you were just too perceptive, having a quirk that made you touch anything and control it had other perks.

Your ability to control your surroundings just with one gaze up and down.

You knew where his explosions would go.

“I think you’ve lost.” You were smirking as you hummed.

He felt disgraced at how easily you controlled his limbs to move out of the area.

He hated how you had won and there was destruction around you, but you weren’t scratched.

Most of all he hated that you were better than him, that you’d protect them all and that was his job.

You defiantly gloated a bit but once you got the medal and an angry Bakugo stood beside you, you felt bad.

Being the sweetie you are you followed him out to tell him he did good.

But that’s when you heard it.

“I can’t believe you lost to a girl again.” Denki laughed out, Kirishima tried to not say anything sympathising with Bakugo.

Hell, he had fought against you and lost himself due to needing contact as well. Denki the only one scared of you had never dared to partner up with you, but it hit a nerve for Bakugo.

He was angry, pissed even, how could he be a hero if he had lost. How could he protect yo...everybody if he lost against your quirk. The acknowledgement that you had a better quirk, were more perceptive, kinder to civilians. How could he ever beat that, and how could he stop thinking about you and that damn quirk.

“I let her win.” Your eyes widened at the comment and anger boiled over you.

“Bako...” Kirishima was about to speak but you stormed out from your hiding spot.

“You let me what?” You shouted it, he noticed the yellow wisps surround your fingers and Denki and Kirishima were scared to say the least.

Kirishima grabbed Denki’s sleeve, “that’s our cue to leave.”

They walked away and with your brows furrowed and a sneer on your lip you were pissed. “Didn’t you hear me?” He mocked. “I. Let. You. Win.”

You were ready to punch him, make his bones break under your command. But you saw after how he looked down not meeting your gaze.

“Bakugo, i came here to say how you did good, just fucking accept i won and stop acting like a dick.” You had started calm, the yellow disappearing but by the end you became pissed once again.

He didn’t meet your gaze, staring at how your fingers looked rough and calloused, he knew you’d go straight into your bag and get the hand cream that smelled of cherries. He always noticed the smell, cherries or mangos, whatever it was it made him shudder.

Looking up at how your UA jacket was unzipped the black tank top encasing your chest, he noticed your heavy breath at hoe your breasts fell up and down with your breathing. Your neck had a scratch across it, maybe one of his hits did get you.

He finally looked up to your face, the scowl on your face waiting for him to speak. He was ready to say something, but he noticed how plump your lips were. How even thought they were dry they looked ever so delectable

“Bakugo.” You repeated his name, but he was in a daze thinking of you.

He often did this around you, just stared and dazed out thinking about each of your features. It wasn’t because he liked you or anything, he just wanted to get a feel for your weaknesses of course. That’s what he would tell himself every night even though it was a blatant lie.

Hell, even the class had caught on. He would sometimes just stop talking when you walked into a room, and when Sero or Kirishima would ask about it. He would say you was scoping out the enemy, it was a lie, and they all knew it.

You were oblivious and whilst tapping your foot you waited crossed arm for an answer. “I...i...” He was stuck taking in a sharp breath he tried to speak.

The only thing that came into your head was to do something that you never wanted to do. You moved your calloused hand to his face; you felt his want cheek cup against your palm, and you activated your quirk.

“Tell me the truth Bakugo, why did you lie?” He hated how you used your quirk on him but even then, it was a relief that whatever he would say would be what he believed to be the truth and that was that it was a blow to his ego.

That’s all he had wanted to say but the real truth had come out, “how am i supposed to protect everybody if i can’t even protect you.”

Your eyes widened at the comment, letting go of his face. His eyes turned wide, and ears reddened, “w...what?”

This time you were breathless, and you waited for an answer, you turned your quirk off scared to hear anymore.

“I didn’t mean that i don’t care about protecting you, you...you mean fucking nothing to me.” It was all a lie, and you knew it was, his scarlet eyes told no truths.

“That’s not what you said before.” You tried to surprise a snicker to not make the situation worse, but his eyes looked full of regret now.

He took another sharp breathe before finally deciding to confess, “i meant what i said, if i can’t protect you and you’re always protecting me how can i save everybody, how can i be the one who will save you?”

“Bakugo, I don’t need saving or protecting, I want us to be equal and protect each other.” He shakes his head folding his arms.

“You don’t understand what I’m trying to say.”

“Then show me what you’re trying to say.” He thought about your words.

You wanted him to show you, so that was what he’d do. “I’ll fucking show you then.” He grabbed your face, his lips on yours, the long-awaited kiss that had been brewing between you two. It felt real, more real than both your dreams of this moment.

You always acknowledged your feelings, you weren’t an ass just to anybody, only him. You gave the same energy back to make him fall for you, but he saw past your comments and saw your kindness to others. A stark contrast, how you adored wanting to be a hero and most of all how you stuck by your aims through to the end.

His hands caressed your cheek, even with the teeth on teeth, lips on lips, it felt softer but in reality, a mess. You both had craved each other too much, all the pent-up anger from losing against you and the comment Bakugo had made, had made the kiss become lustful and full of sin.

He didn’t care who saw, he didn’t care anymore, you would become an amazing hero and he would as well. But you both would stay by each other’s side till the very end. You would protect him, and he would always protect you.

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Need You Now

Kuroo Tetsurou x F!Reader

Liquor might help you escape, but it would never get you out from the truth.

The whole house was dark due to how all of the curtains were closed. There's no way moonlight could illuminate the space he was in right now. And it was his intention to do so, to just engulf himself in total darkness.

Occasionally, his phone would light up, blinding him numerous times until he decided to flip the screen towards the surface. The room reeked with alcohol and sweat, like you could find a dead body somewhere in the room.

Bottles scattered all around the floor, some even still have the contains inside, making the liquid dripped down the wooden floor. He didn’t care at all, what he needed was the alcohol to repel the pain away,

To repel all of the memories away.

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Picture perfect memories Scattered all around the floor

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“Tetsurou!” You called out to your long time boyfriend, finally arrived in your home country after wandered in another contingent for college. He was standing there near the arrival gate, a flower bouquet in his hand while filming your arrival with his phone.

“That’s my girl,” He whispered near the phone, you were running, ready to engulf yourself in the arms of your beloved, “Look at her, as beautiful as al-”

“TETSU!” You tackled your lovers to the ground, delighted to finally come home, to finally be with him, “I miss you so much!” Kuroo laughed, trying to save his phone and put it in his pocket after turning off the camera.

“I miss you too, kitten.” The nickname rolled from his tongue so smoothly. He held you close, didn’t care anymore about where the two of you were at the moment.

People passed by, some of them smiled and chuckled for the couple, some of them embarrassed and just walked by like they had seen nothing.

The two of you survived the nightmare called long distance relationship for the whole four years. And right now, you were certain that the future would be so much easier with the two of you moving in together.

But then, some relationship works better with space.

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Another shot of whiskey, Can’t stop looking at the door.

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His bedroom door opened, and he didn’t even bother to turn his head anymore. Deep down, he knew too well that it would never be you. So what’s the point lifting his hopes up anyway.

“You look like a mess.” The small voice that belonged to his childhood best friend, filled the quiet space, “Have you consumed anything rather than alcohol? It’s disgusting.”

He just snorted, looking for another bottle rather than answering the pro-gamer who was now cleaning up the scattered bottle with his foot.

“I am a mess, Kenma.” He answered matter of factly, “And no, I haven’t consumed anything yet, even water!” He blurted it like he was proud of it.

“She wouldn’t like it,” Kuroo almost gulped down another whiskey, but stopped when his best friend mentioned someone, “You know she never likes to see you drunk, so stop it.”

Kenma really hoped that the bedhead finally out of his antics already. But instead of hearing the bottle being dropped to the ground, he heard a laugh instead, coming from the drunken man.

“What the heck do you know about her?” Kuroo said between the laughed, “She would never care, man. She’s the one who left me.”

Hearing the words rolled out from his lips, Kenma immediately squatted down and punched the wasted man with so much force. Kuroo chuckled bitterly, spitting out the blood from his mouth, “Feisty now, huh?”

“How dare you,” The man that used to be so silent, was now looking at the bed head with rage in his eyes, “How dare you said she was the one who left!” His hand grasped the collar that belonged to his drunken man.

“I said the truth!” Kuroo looked straight into his best friend, challenging him if he dared to punch him once again. But all of a sudden, he slouched down as memories started to appear in his mind. Memories that he tried so hard to escape, “No, please… I don’t want to remember…”

He trembled in a matter of seconds. Kenma could only let go of his grasp as the man in front of him crumbled down like a building without a foundation. He was always like this since two weeks ago.

Kuroo tetsurou has become a mess since you left two weeks ago.

Kuroo’s eyes filled with tears, he smacked his head numerous times with his palms. He tried to forget, he didn’t want to remember anything. All the pain that you gave him, all the sadness that was always washing over him, all of the truth that he was trying so hard to conceal.

It now appeared once again in his mind, haunting him at the back of his mind. He was suffocating, mind filled with your faces,

“P-Phone,” He whispered under his breath. Begging for his best friend to throw his phone at him, “Kenma, my phone.” His voice raised, making the pro-gamer snapped out of his trance.

Kenma stood up, frantically searching for the phone. It was messy all over the room, making the quest to be harder, “Please,”

“I am searching,” His eyes scanned the whole room, and found the phone layed on the bed. He immediately grabbed it, walked toward the whimpering man once again, “Here.”

Kuroo snatched his phone from the grasp, the blinding light from the screen didn’t stop him from scrolling down the phone. Kenma eyed him with curiosity shone in his eyes, wondering what would the man do.

Suddenly, a ringing sound could be heard from the phone. Kuroo waited, and waited, he wanted you to pick up the phone so he could hear your voice once again, reassured and told him that you love him.

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Said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control, And I need you now.

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“Hello, this is (L/n) (Y/n) speaking~!” He sobbed, to hear your voice even though it’s not in real time, “I am sorry that I couldn’t answer the phone call, it’s not that I am avoiding you, okay?” Your voice sounded so angelic, so gentle and filled with positivity, “It’s because I am busy! Call me back later or leave the message after the beep~! Bye!”

The phone fell towards the ground, he didn’t bother to see if it’s cracked or not, he didn’t mind it at all. It was painful, to lose someone that was very dear in his life, to lose you, the woman that he thought he would spend his life with.

Kenma seated beside him, patting his back as he cried non-stop. Kuroo was crying over something that he could never have anymore. He cherished his relationship for years since high school, the two of you even survived a being apart for four years.

So when he started to live with you, he didn’t know anymore why everything was falling apart.

“I swear you are being so unreasonable right now.” Kuroo snarled at his girlfriend, “It’s just one time! And she’s the one who came at me!”

The two of you were on your way home, today is his birthday, and he wanted to go to the new club downtown. You were not a fan of clubs and discotic, you didn’t even know that he was a fan of it.

It was surprising to know how much his lifestyle changed. Four years was really a long time, but you never thought he would change so much.

“You could push her away, Tetsu.” Your voice was calm, didn’t want to provoke any anger, “But you didn’t, and you even let her grind on your lap.”

“Oh, come on!” He was angry and a little bit tipsy, the fact that he was the one who behind the steering wheel scared you, “What should I do then, your highness? Push her until she falls towards the ground?!”

Your eyes twitched when he gave you the nickname. It was the name that he used every time you said your dislikeness over something that he did. You believe that in a relationship it was alright to share something like that, but he always misunderstood your intention with something else.

“Well, you could just tell her no from the start.” Your voice started to waver, your hand clenched into the seatbelt that you wore, “Hell, Tetsu! You even grabbed her waist like you enjoy it!”

“I DO ENJOY IT!” He was coated by anger at this point, “I do enjoy how she grinds on my lap, it was sexy that you couldn’t even compare.” Shut up, idiot. “Why am I even with someone like you?” I said, shut up!

“Y-You didn’t mean that,” Your voice wavered, couldn’t believe the words that were out from your boyfriend’s lips, “You didn’t mean that, Tetsu… You are drunk, come on, baby…” You touch his shoulder, caressing it a little.

His body tensed up the second your hand fell on his shoulder. You tried to hide your pain away by biting your lips, “Switch with me, please.”

“No,” His eyes still focused on the street, “Stop nagging me, ugh… Why don’t you just give me space for once!” He turned to look at you, and his gaze made you backed away in an instant.

Kuroo Tetsurou used to despise a fight. He would even lower his pride if that meant he didn’t have to go through any anger and dispute. So you didn’t know anymore who was the man beside you right now, eyes blazing with rage as he stared at you.

“Alright,” You fiddled with your own finger, “Pull over, I am going to stay with my friend.”

“Y-You are going to leave me?” He was flabbergasted, never thought that you would really leave him alone.

“You are the one who asked for it, Tetsurou.” It was the truth, he was really the one who asked for it.

So why did he feel like it’s so wrong? Why he feels like he would never get to see your voice again if he pulled over right now.

But he pulled over anyway, swerved the wheel immediately without thinking, making you jolt. He didn’t even say sorry and unlocked the key, never once spare you a glance.

“What’s going on between us, Tetsurou?” You let out a long sigh, the lights from the street keep hitting your face, “We used to be so… Good.” You turned your head towards him, “But why ever since I came home, everything we did will end up with a-”

“Fight,” His gripped on the steering wheel tightened, “We always… Fight.” He turned his head, finally facing you, “What happened to us, (Y/n)? I am questioning that too.”

The truth, both of you didn’t know why everything went downhill once you lived with him. You sometimes questioned his schedule, and he would say things like you were too curious.

Most of the time the two of you having fun, it would end up with both of you screamed on each other's face. You tried to understand what was happening. You really want this six years relationship to work out at the end of the day.

But not every relationship could be saved.

“Let’s just take a break.” You voiced what’s inside your heart, “Let’s take a break, Tetsurou.”

“You… You breaking up with me?” You wanted to say no, you wanted to just force him to switch your seat. But something inside your heart telling you that it needed to stop.

That in this life, not everything could last forever.

“Yes,” No, I still love you, “We are not meant for each other,” I want to keep trying, “Please go home, it’s not your fault, okay?” But I wouldn’t fight for someone who didn’t try too.

You leaned in to kiss his lips. His eyes widened, too shocked to process anything that happened right now. The kiss was fast, but it gave an impact, nagging at his heart as you pulled away.

He was longing for you. He should have said something. He should have screamed for forgiveness and told you that he would do better.

But instead, he let you close the door of the passenger seat. Never once coming back to his life.

“Kuroo, you need to let go.” He was dazed as his mind filled with the thought of you, only you, “Kuroo, it’s not your fault.” Kenma was now standing in front of him, bent down a little to level his head with Kuroo.

“It is my fault, Kenma.” The bed head was now started to sober, “I need a drink,” He remembered something else, something that he didn’t want to remember, “Kenma, I need my drink.”

He pleaded, eyes scanned the room to search for another drink. But he found none, the only thing he could find was some empty bottles. Kuroo was frantic, something told him to drown in alcohol again.

Kenma just let out a long sigh as the broken man stood up, still searching inside his room for a bottle of alcohol, “I am sure I still have it, I am sure, Kenma. I-”

“I emptied all the bottles,” Kuroo jerked his head to his best friend, “I drained it all in the bathroom.”

Alcohol was the only thing that kept him functioning. Because he knew, he knew too well that he couldn’t survive the reality if he was sober.

“W-Why…” He sat at the edge of his bed, putting his hands on his ears, “Why did you do that, Kenma? I couldn’t… I couldn’t…” Tears were streaming down his face once again as something appeared on his mind, “Too painful, I couldn’t do this, it hurts…”

He was a whimpering mess right now, sobbing uncontrollably while he tried to just rip his brains out from his head. He wanted to stop thinking.

“Alcohol is the one who killed you inside, Kuroo.” Kenma walked towards him, “You need to face the truth.” The black haired man only shook his head, “Alcohol is the one who killed your relationship, Kuroo.” Kenma clenched his hand into a fist, his hate towards the liquid was blazing, “And it was the one who killed her.”

You need to let go.

Let go of who?

You need to face the truth.

What truth?

Kuroo looked up to his best friend, he opened up his mouth to say something. He was now sober, and all the memories were hitting him again. The memories, the true memories.

The reason why he wanted to drown in the drunken state over and over again.

“I didn’t mean to do that, Kenma.”

“I know, Kuroo.”

“I didn’t mean to kill her.”

“Let’s just take a break.” You voiced what’s inside your heart, “Let’s take a break, Tetsurou.” With the car stopped to the side already, you decided to take off your seatbelt.

But the sound of it snapped your boyfriend,

“No,” He step on the pedal, making your body jolted as he swerved the car back to the main road, “I love you, and I don’t want this to end. We could work this out.”

“Tetsurou, slow down!” You screamed as he drove with an immense speed, “I love you too! But please, slow down!”

He couldn’t hear you, the only thing that struck inside his mind was you leaving him. He didn’t want to slow down or even stop, he was afraid that you would get out of the car and never once take another look at him.

“Baby, please…” You plead as your eyes look at the traffic light, “Tetsu, dear, slow down!” It was yellow, and your boyfriend didn’t even think about stepping on the brake, “TETSU, WATCH-”

He couldn’t hear your scream, his ears filled with a deafening silent when the airbags knocked him back and sideways. The car tumbled over and over into the street before coming to an absolute stop.

Silence, it scared him more than his own pain. You should be moaning out of pain, calling his name or just emitted something from your lips. He shook his head as his eyes were blurred. He just realized that the car was upside down.

And when his vision was clear, he hoped the deity took his life right now.

There’s no airbags coming out from the passenger seat. You took off your seatbelt before, and too overwhelmed by his drive to even wear it again. The car had flipped too many times, making your whole body disorientated.

It was silent in his world. He couldn’t hear the siren outside and people screaming out. His eyes focused on you, the love of his life, the one person that was always so patient with him.

The one person that was now laying there with eyes empty. Your cheek stained with tears as you looked deep at the man that you adored since high school, the one man that somehow, took your life away.

He couldn’t look away, even when people already helped him to get out from there. When someone tried to pull him out from the car, he felt the tug on his hand.

At the last moment of your life, you decided to grasp his hand, interlaced your small hand with his. Tears started to brimmed on his face when he realised what you did.

You held his hand, making sure that he was alive. You looked at him, making sure that he didn’t blame himself for what might have happened. Then there’s your smile, reassuring him that it was alright.

And when people could finally get him off from the car, his eyes still focused on your figure, noting every single detail that he could collect. One last time.

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Guess i'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all

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princessrainbows · 4 years

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Genuine Laughter

Title: Genuine Laughter

Warnings: Mentions of; Depression, Suicidal thoughts/attempts(maybe?) Alcohol intake. (The reader is the depressed one out of the paring!!) Mention of the reader’s Quirk being Teleportation. Ends with fluff

Words: 2k+

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something for a while now. Seeing so many of the Keigo x reader blogs that I currently follow rn, has hugely inspired me to write up a small drabble!

Paring(s): Keigo Takami | Hawks x Fem! Reader

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Depression is like battling a 200 foot Dragon every day. It’s not something so easy to overcome. Many people don’t even know when somebody they know have depression whenever it’s brought up in a conversation.

They’ll think that everything is fine and dandy, and that the person who mentioned the mental illness is trying to find attention when, in reality...They just want to be loved, cared for, and helped. They don’t want their thoughts to be true, they want to be saved from them.

So, when you, ever so casually, mentioned that you felt like dying one day to Keigo, it caught him off guard. It really bothered him that somebody so smart and so powerful just...Wanted to give it all up. “Hey hey, what’s the matter dove? Something bothering you” He asked, noticing that you where....Off, and have been for a long while now that he thought about it.

That night stuck with you. The fact that he picked up on your casual self-loathing habits of talking about death so casually like that, surprised you to say the least. Most of the time, people around you would either scoff or just ignore you, or Meme your mental illness, thinking that’s what you wanted to do since, that’s what you’d always do to hide the pain you felt all the time.

Being a hero isn’t that easy. Especially with a quirk as powerful as your own, your in constant demand all the time. Always teleporting everywhere to save people and give back-up to pro-hero’s who need it. And now that you where sought out by The Commission people who raised Hawks, you’ve become his body guard so to speak. Sure, he might be fast, but, you can match up in speed thanks to your quirk.

So, not only are you in high demand, you never get to catch a break! Hell, you didn’t even want the spotlight! So, this made you start becoming depressed. You where so busy all the time. You barely got any real decent rest, you hardly have time to yourself for a nice bubble bath, or read a cool book.

You did your best to hide everything from everybody. You’d play it off and fake-laugh with people that would question whether or not you where really okay or mentally sane at the time of the conversation/interaction.

But, you didn’t take into account for Hawks noticing it. He noticed everything. He noticed your facial expression visibly changing with every minute of the day depending on your mood. He’d notice the way you’d get snippy at different people if you’d woken up to a particularly bad mental day for you. He EVEN noticed that one day when you locked yourself up in your bedroom at his place around 8:30pm at night. He heard your weak sobs underneath the blanket.

The man was like a Dog with his hearing. he heard and saw everything. But, he knew that if he asked, you’d joke it off and turn down his help.

It wasn’t until when things got REALLY bad for you was when he stepped in and demanded that you explained everything to him. You had three drinks that night after poppin’ in quite a lot of Tylenol pills for your severe Migraine you where having that same day. You just wanted it to stop so you could be Okay for once.

After some prying, you finally told him what’s been happening. You told him that you’ve been battling with Depression and your Suicidal thoughts for the past several months. You even mentioned that your PTSD was starting to act up again, which just made things worse for you in the end.

He didn’t show any emotion. he just...Stared at you, in pure shock. You’ve been battling this battle by yourself this entire time that the two of you have been seeing each other, you’ve kept EVERYTHING to yourself until you blew up and tried ending it all.

It terrified him. He didn’t do anything out of worry that he might make it worse for you, but also, he felt like he should have done something, ANYTHING to have helped! “...Oh god........I’m so sorry” was all that he could really say before you passed out from being so damn tired, drunk, and dizzy from the Tylenol pills you took that day. Falling right into his lap, all he did was let you stay there and fall asleep.

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That happened two months ago. You never really FULLY changed but, you noticed that you weren’t as bad as you where back then. Actually, you made a little chart marking down the Really Bad Days, from the Good/Okay days, and you’ve never had a single Really Bad Day since then. You’re days from two months ago to now have just been Meh/Okay and sometimes, even Good!

Today was different for you. When you woke up, it was around 11am, you felt...Light. Like as if you where floating in the air. But, it wasn’t a bad feeling by any means! Which lifted your spirits up quite a bit.

You reach to your cell phone and check your stuff, ignoring the majority of it except for Keigo’s messages (and selfies) and your Boss’ message, which woke you right out of bed! You blinked at it with your glasses on and notice a message from him: [”You’ve been invited to a Pro-Hero exclusive Gathering. Along with Hawks, Endervour, and many others. Dress nicely, and behave.”] Blinking several times, you groaned, falling back on the bed with an arm over your eyes, pouting in annoyance, “I hate fancy parties...” you sighed out loud.

Today was a really good day for you and your mental state. You weren’t smiling by any means but, you weren’t frowning either. You did your usual routine before heading out to work, since you’re with the Commission now and not some Hero agency, you’ve been given permission to have your own schedule (with the help from Hawks so that way he could keep an eye on you of course.)

“---And since I’m in a good mood today....I’ll give you a minute of a head start to try and run.” You say before grinning as you watched the group of bad guys try and flee with the stolen loot from the local store you where shopping at for a Brunch. “Too Slow..” You commented, teleporting right in front of them, grabbing the enemies uniforms and rolling your eyes as they tried running.

The police where called, and you where thanked for your efforts, “Wow! You look happy today y/n! Something happened?” The officer noticed your mood and commented on it, you shrugged, giving a slight chuckle, “Nothing in particular! I just feel good today that’s all~” you cheered before waving them off, seemingly having left them dumbfounded by your response.

You had a really good day of just, doing whatever you wanted! Holding your drink in your hand with a small snack in the bag in your other hand, you walked by a clothing store with several outfits in the window. You noticed a very nice looking dress with a paired Tuxedo beside it, shrugging you walked into the store, you DID need a dress for tonight’s Por-Hero exclusive Gathering after all! Even if they weren’t your favorite thing to wear.

“Hi there miss! Welcome to our store! is there anything that I can do for you?” You where greeted by a worker who wore a very nice business suit, you took a pause from your drinking and looked at her outfit, “Actually...Yeah. Can I ask where you got that outfit? See, I’m heading to a fancy ball and stuff...But, I’m not that much of a Fancy Dress type of person.” You replied, gesturing your jaw at her outfit, as to not point since that would’ve been rude.

“Oh sure! We actually just recently added these types of outfits to out store so, we’d be happy to have a pro-hero wear one!....You are Pro-Hero Y/N correct?” You nodded in response, sipping on your drink. You followed the business woman to the stores selection and looked around...The shop was nice despite how cold it was.

It didn’t take you that long to find what you wanted. Coming out of the change room in front of the business woman, you stood there with a blows, a nice pair of black work pants, fancy black shoes, and a nice jacket to cover yourself with. Once you changed out of it and went to the cash, you purchased the outfit and thanked the woman for the help.

You returned home with your now, not so hot Brunch and outfit in tow, getting ready for the fancy ball party for tonight while eating at the same time. You weren’t positive that you were going to have a good night but hey, you where invited! You couldn’t say no! Especially since you where in a good mood, you figured ‘eh, why not? Keigo’s gonna be there anyways so~’ and went with it.

A few hours had past, and it was time for the gathering. You rode in a somewhat fancy vehicle to the location of the party. Getting out of the car, you could already tell that eyes where on you. You ignored them, and thanked the driver and went into the building.

Using the elevator, you went up to the highest floor, which was a party room dedicated to pro-hero’s and their parties. You were slightly nervous since your mental state was still...Not exactly the best but, a lot better than a couple months ago. Putting those thoughts aside, you walked into the entrance area. You saw two doors both opened with two guards there, one stopped you and looked down, “Ma’am, this is a Pro-Hero party. Please show proof that you’ve been invited or we’ll have to remove you from the premise.” You sighed in annoyance, knowing that the guy was just doing his job. You pulled out your Hero License and showed it to him. He nodded and allowed you in.

Walking into the main area, you stood in awe, ‘They really went all out huh?’ You thought to yourself, staring up at the fancy decorations that seemed to blend in well with everything else in the room. You took in the atmosphere, not used to the Party life At All, staring off into the area as you listened to the soft music playing on the small stage area. “Wow! I didn’t think you’d show up of all people!” You hear a familiar voice from a loud woman behind you. Her grin was wide and she was excited to see more people coming to the party, “Yeah....The Commission had invited me over. I’m assuming it’s to keep an eye on hawks since he’s been invited as well...” You automatically noticed the wingless man near the farthest end, standing beside Endervour, laughing it up with the small group that gathered there for the night.

“...You know y/n. Most of the public knows your not a party person. Just imagine the press when they get a hold of this! ‘Y/N seen at a fancy Galla ball with Pro-Hero Hawks by her side!’ haha, they’ll get a good scoop for that one~” She chuckled, patting you on the back shoulders gently before walking towards the crowd giving them a wave. You groaned...You really hate the media being in your face all the time. So, something like this would DEFINITELY, be a pain in the ass to deal with.

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The party continued on for the night, you talked and hung out with everybody at the party. You also did your job and reported to your boss at what was happening with Hawks, telling them that he was behaving well and having a blast. Once you sent in the report, you decided to spend the rest of the night with Keigo, walking up to the small group of pro-hero’s that he was telling a story too. “---And even tho I was trying to make the poor woman laugh, safe it to say, that didn’t help my situation at all. it just made the other’s more angry--” The group chuckled with him, and you just rolled your eyes.

The party went on like this for hours. By the time you where ready to go back home, it was around 12am. You and Keigo spent the last hour going home. He was just a tad bit drunk and a little bit silly as well, trying to handle him when he’s a bit drunk was hard but, you somehow managed.

“Hey.....Hey y/n....” He mumbled, trying his best to keep what little composure that he had left. “Yes Kei?” You asked, grunting while you placed him on your couch, grinning, he pulled you down into a cuddle, you didn’t mind it at all. Since you were quite tired from the party, having been out for a long time on your feet for the most part.

Keigo wasn’t really talking per say. He was mumbling random words in between some cute sweet nothings to you as he held you close to him. “Hey...y/n?.....” He whispered in your ear, first telling you how much he loved you...And then, telling you a silly joke that was, actually pretty funny! You couldn’t help but snicker then laugh in his chest, burying your face in it, you snorted off and on until you could breathe from the laughing again.

Keigo blinked in surprise. he managed to make you laugh.....Like, genuinely laugh at one of his jokes. He didn’t put any thought into it at all, he just went with it, and that made you laugh until you snort-laughed in his chest.

This made your night. Just that one time with Keigo on the couch, making you laugh. You felt at ease, happy, even safe. You don’t want to forget this night, you want to cherish it for the rest of your life.

With Keigo being your partner, your depression and suicidal thoughts where a little bit easier to handle. Because you were no longer by yourself dealing with them anymore. You had Keigo to help. And you knew that this man would do anything to make your life, a little less painful to deal with.

#Uhhhh oops?#This wasn't supposed to be so long lmao?#hawks x Reader #hawks x y/n #depression mention #suicidal thoughts mention #attempt of suicide mention #I didn't get a beta reader bc I still wanna practice on my own before I get to that point #Mind you...If I do fanfictions like this. it won't be all the time.

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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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Fatgum x OC: The Adventures of Manly Sherlock & Wattson.

Summary: It all started when Kirishima finds a positive pregnancy test The Fatgum's agency bathroom, it's been a very slow week so him and his bro Denki are on the case the to find out whose pregnant.

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"Okay, I've compiled a list of suspects for us to interrogate, mostly girls we know and what guys they're intimate with."

"Why are Vi-shock and Fatgum crossed out?"

"Because my dear Denki, this *shows test in a zip-lock bag* is one of those clear-blue tests! I'm sure you've seen those commercials, they're supposed tell how far along in the lady is, It's says four weeks... That was during that charity auction for the children's hospital."

" Oh right, it can't be Santiago-san she was in Canada for her friend's wedding."

Kirishima nodded as they looked down at the list of suspects and who to question... first up!

Izuku and Casey:

(Casey got a summer job a secretary for while Fatgum's regular secretary was on vacation.)

Oh lord have mercy on these to poor nerds the second Denki flashed that pregnancy test in their faces and started grilling them on their private affairs, Casey managed to sputter out a meek "I'm not pregnant.." before going ghost white and fainting, while a red faced Izuku who caught her managing to stutter out that they can't be pregnant! they haven't even slept together... yet, the farthest they've gone is making-out! Kirishima was surprised to hear this little tidbit "What? but you were tellin' Me and Uraraka that the two of you sleep together all th-" Then penny dropped at the redhead caught on awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Oh! you meant sleeping as in actual sleep, not..." Izuku shot him a look that screamed please leave and saw his eyes flash he was getting mad. " Ok Well, we'll just be going now!" he and Denki ran leaving the flustered couple to cool down.

{Izuku and Casey}

Shoto and Saika

Long story short Shoto was on patrol during the event and Saika was home sick, so it couldn't have be them, they always used protection then the Bi-haired teen shot the mystery solving duo a look that could both boil and flash freeze the sea in a second. which scared off Denki and Kirishima.

Shoto and Saika

Katsuki and Kaya:

(Kaya is also interning with Fatgum)

"OH HELL NO! YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I'D DO IT WITH MY GIRL WITHOUT WRAPPING IT?" the Ash blond raged while his girlfriend calmly sat next to him waiting for him to get it out of his system. "We always use protection and I have an BC implant." Kaya chimed while her boyfriend snarled at them. "AND EVEN IF I HAD KNOCKED HER UP, DO YOU TWO DUMDASSES HONESTLY THINK I'D BE ALIVE TALKING TO YOU RIGHT NOW?!?" his voice cracked a bit; Kaya sweat dropped as a frigid tidal-wave fear settled in causing the teens to shiver... Bakugou had a point, if he had gotten Kaya pregnant, All-might would've killed him and Dabi would see to it that no one will ever find his body...which would be nothing but a pile of dust blowing in the wind!

(Dabi's reformed in this, and is living with his aunt and uncle as he wants nothing to do with Enji.)

With that Denki and Kirishima sulked away defeated as Katsuki was grumbling to Kaya about what just and how those two idiots are gonna be screwed, Kaya hummed in agreement "All they gotta do is ask the wrong person and BAM! they're missing some teeth!" the honey blonde huffed as a frazzled Violet walked passed them on the street not paying attention to what the teens were talking about.

Katsuki and Kaya

Dabi and Nanami:

{Nanami briefly rented her services out to Fatgum while Tamaki was sick, she and Dabi went to the auction in place of Ame and Toshinori.)

Not gonna touch that one with a sixty foot pole Kaminari and Kirishima would like to live to see tomorrow thank-you... Plus they concluded that if Nanami were truly pregnant? they highly doubt Dabi would let her go off on her own doing dangerous mercenary work, essentially putting herself and their baby in danger.

He'd sooner bow his head to Endeavor before that’ll happen!

Dabi and Nanami

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After patrol

Denki and Eijirou had pretty much forgotten about the pregnancy test as patrol had picked expectantly, the teens collapsed on the couch exhausted while Fatgum was typing out their schedules for the next patrol, while enjoying a couple bags of chips as the yellow haired teen yawned reached into his pocket he felt the zip-lock bag with the pregnancy test just chilling there and then like that he remembered their investigation this afternoon.

"Whoa Wait, I forgot! Who the hell is pregnant bro??" He asked Kirishima who had also forgot about their little quest, the redhead sat right up and pulled out their list, as Fatgum froze mid type and looked at the teens aghast at what he had just heard. "Whadda talkin' bout now?!" he asked brows furrowed in concern that one of them was going tell the BMI hero; that Kaminari or Kirishima got a girl pregnant, A bunch of what ifs started filing through the blond's head and was freaking out!

Denki not reading the mood spoke up "Kirishima found a pregnancy test in the bathroom downstairs and we checked with all the girls who attended the auction four weeks ago, It wasn't any of them." Taishiro relaxed seeing that there wasn't going be some "Sidekick teen pregnancy scandal!" headlined in the news anytime soon... but then there was a knock at the door and Violet walks in with this nervous aura around her.

Tai broke into a big grin. "Darlin' Wha a surprise!" the red haired woman fidgeted with her shirt as she warily eyed Kirishima and Kaminari then looked back at her fiancé she bit her lip before taking a deep shaky breath. "h-Hey. Can we talk, maybe in private?" Violet murmured looking like she about to burst into tears, as her tall lover looked at her worried "Why? what's...."

A tense silence a fills the office as Taishiro's heart sped up as he recalled what Denki had said... *Four weeks...four weeks ago, Violet came back from her trip early and surprised him! they slipped away from the auction for a quickie...Taishiro couldn't remember if he wore a condom or not, he was so happy to see his dumpling again! * His face was stuck on stun, as their sidekicks stared at the couple jaws dropped.

Only for Taishiro to snapped out of it when saw how scared Violet was which confused him. D-did she think he doesn't want it??? Why would she think that? they've talked about having kids befo-...he then remembered the two teens gawking and the tall blond realized this wasn't the right environment to discuss this! "Ah... boys you got the day off tomorrow!" he announced ordering them out of the room before getting on the intercom and telling everyone to pack up, they were closing down early for the night!

Taishiro made sure everyone was gone before sitting down and talking to Violet for the first hour or so, it felt surreal at first! it was most when had she suspected she was pregnant and if the test was accurate or not? "I'm not really sure, I just started craving watermelon and cream cheese...things started connecting from there." She wasn't really sure how reliable that test was, but she had set a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, the blond noticed she was still nervous about this whole thing, hell! He was nervous about this whole thing!

*A dad...* he chuckled as blush and wide smile adorned his features *'m' gonna be a dad!* he felt warm and fuzzy as he put his palm on Violet's soft tummy there's a little jellybean in there... "S-so you're mad at me?" Taishiro's bubble was deflated for a second as his yellows eyes met met with his fiancée's nervous gaze. "course not! Why I be mad? yer giving me a gift 've only thought would be happen in my dreams." he said kissing Violet's hair, her forehead, her cheek, saving her tummy for last, causing her breakdown in into happy tears as she'd been freaking out all day, so much so that she was mentally preparing herself for rejection, being a pro-hero is serious business and a lot of people would rather choose their careers and fame over having a family and both Taishiro and Violet had seen from the sidelines what that does to people.

Taishiro assured Violet that this was what he wanted and nothing was going change that, he was going to be there for every step of the way! there were a lot of congratulations throw around when news got around about the pregnancy. Taishiro was very doting and protective of Violet at her belly got bigger, he even hired Dabi of all people to be her bodyguard when he was unavailable, the ex-villain turned freelancer made sure no one messed with her while she was out and about, if he did see someone looking at her funny; once they realized who he was they'd back off unless they wanted to be a pile ash.

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Cut to 9 months later in the dead of winter after a heavy snowstorm; there's a photo of Dabi circulating, consisting of him posing in front of a sleeping Violet whose being held by Fatgum, while she's holding a baby, swaddled in said ex-villain's jacket while an ambulance arrives in the background with the caption: [It's a girl!] which is published in the news papers. ["Ex-Villain delivers Pro-hero's baby in freak snowstorm!"]

#boku no hero fic #boku no hero academia #BNHA oc: Violet Santiago #taishiro toyomitsu x oc #taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum #fatgum x oc #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #todoroki shoto #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou #Boku no hero academia OC

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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A Unique Birthday Cake

This is for @marvelinsanity . Sua, I wish you the happiest of birthday wishes! I hope you have an amazing day despite our unfortunate circumstances. Ily! Thanks for always being so inclusive and friendly!

Please send her some wishes tmrw, everyone! She is truly an amazing person!

I know your birthday is tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait hehehe. Don’t worry, I’m gonna post your request and a lil something else tomorrow too ≧◡≦

(I swear I’m done bothering you after that lol)

Please pardon any mistakes, I’m half asleep.

This morning Wanda and Nat came bursting into your room at the ungodly hour of 7 am. To some, 7 am wasn’t early, but try having a pre-birthday dinner with the Avengers the night before and then we'll talk.

“(y/n) c’mon get up! We are going birthday shopping!”

You tiredly groaned and covered your head with Steve’s vacant pillow, in hopes of shunning the overly-peppy women away. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate their kind gesture, but birthday shopping was the last thing on your to do list, more in favor of getting some shut-eye.

“Nat, Wanda. I love you both, I do, but pleaseeee let me sleep.” Silence now filled the room and you assumed they had gotten the message.

Apparently you thought wrong.

Natasha then pried the pillow from your deathly grip while Wanda pulled back the bed covers, making you shiver, covered in nothing more than shorts and t-shirt. Steve must’ve set the thermostat to polar again.

Not all us can be fine while in the ice for seventy years, sir.

“We got teaaaa.” That’s all it took. Wanda’s tempting offer made you hop up from the bed. You passed them and made a beeline straight for the kitchen, not caring about your messy appearance.

Before you made it four steps out the door, Natasha grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you to look at her and Wanda.

“Oops, forgot to mention you have to get ready first!” Her smirk made you sick, as you scowled at her, pouting like a child on your way to the bathroom, complying to their orders.

“You two are cruel.”

Wanda and Natasha then high fived at their small victory, actually heading to the kitchen to make you tea, for real this time. By 9 am, the three of you had already made it out of the compound and to the bustling and ever famous, 5th Avenue. In all your years spent in New York, not once had you stepped foot on 5th Avenue. When you made your confession to Wanda and Natasha, you were sure they’d die right on the spot. So now, you three giddy women went to all the fancy and exquisite stores, not actually buying but just looking for your own entertainment.

You hadn’t known, but Wanda and Natasha were helping out Steve who was planning his very own surprise for your birthday.

“Guys, be serious.” Steve was now using his Captain voice, he clearly meant business.

“We’re listening, Cap.” Directly across the island counter, Bucky, Sam stood, trying to contain their laughter once more.

“How the hell do we make this cake?” Bucky just lost it at Steve’s truly innocent question. Sam quickly shot his arm out to steady the cackling man.

“Ok, whew. Step aside. Let the pros show ya.” At the confident remark from his friend, Steve stepped aside in surrender allowing the men to do their thing.

If you are wondering how Steve got here, it all started last week.

You were in the compound kitchen, helping Sam prepare a last minute dinner since it was his night to cook. The whole team had just gotten back from a long and draining mission, especially looking forward to a home-cooked meal. Unfortunately, the compound’s pantry was completely desolate, leaving Sam completely clueless as to what to do for dinner that night. Just as Sam was about to dial takeout, you and Steve strolled in. The two of you were now in a much more jovial mood after getting cleaned up and basking in the feeling of being home.

“Hey Sammy, whatcha cookin’?”

The distressed man then flung you the ragged Chinese menu and a frown made home on your face.

“Hold that thought, because there has to be something.”

When Sam didn’t get the message, you walked up to him and took the phone, ending the call.

“Why’d you do that!”

“Because we will find something to eat.”

While you and Sam had your own staring contest, Steve wandered off to the pantry, checking its contents for himself.

“Hey doll! There’s some bread in here, and a few cans of tomato soup.”

You looked away from Sam and ran to Steve.

“You're a lifesaver, babe!” Swiftly, you pecked him on the cheek, swiping the cans of soup from his arms.

“Now if we have some cheese, I’m sure we can make some grilled cheese sandwiches.” At your appeasing offer, Sam visibly brightened up.

“Sam, can you start the soup while Steve and I make the sandwiches?”

And needless to say, everything went smoothly, that is until you let Steve cook one sandwich and he burnt it to charcoal.

How that happened, you have no clue.

In the kindest way possible, you let him down gently, because he was trying his best. A sullen look crossed his face and you felt like you had just smacked a baby. Without second thought, you got on tippy toes to deeply kiss him trying to give some reassurance.

“Cooking is a tough science, don’t sweat it, darling.”

So maybe he couldn’t scramble an egg, but he sure as hell would try to learn. With your challenge still fresh in his mind, Steve thought making a birthday cake for you would be none other than the best time to show off his baking skills. That man was never one to cower down from a challenge.

Now here he was, staring at the cake recipe as if he were trying to escape Alcatraz. One word came to Steve’s mind when he thought about either. Impossible.

“You good, buddy?” Bucky looked over to Steve whose eyes were locked onto the piece of paper, clenched tightly in his hand.

“It can’t be that hard right?”

Sam and Bucky just looked at each other shrugging.

“For gosh sakes, you can fight Hydra, but the big scary cake monster is deathly terrifying?”

In mock horror, Sam brought his hands to his face, mimicking a shocked look. Steve just rolled his eyes and playfully slapped Sam on the shoulder.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

That was three hours ago.

In such a short time the men managed to make a complete mess. When Bucky said pros, Steve really should’ve known better.

The kitchen was completely dusted in the white, snow-like, flour. Sugar nestled within the powder while vanilla extract absentmindedly flowed off the counter and to the floor. Up against the oven, Sam slumped over and across from him at the sink, Bucky was trying to wash cake batter out of his hair. Steve just looked in utter shock at the scene, it looked like a war zone, and he’s seen plenty of those.

Oh and the cake…

Can it even classify as a cake?

Because from where Steve was standing, it looked like pizza dough. The whole way through Sam kept reprimanding that it’d look better in the end, decorated in frosting, but my god there was no saving this… creature.

“So about what I said earlier,” Steve looked over to see Sam staring at the ground, obviously contemplating his life choices, “I’d like to revoke my statement.”

Hell, they’d gotten this far.

Steve walked over to the frosting, which, thank the heavens, was store bought. Completely traumatized and absorbed in the whole situation, he just lathered on all the frosting. With a gel icing, he carefully penned out your name and ‘Happy Birthday’.

Really the only thing going for that “cake” was his neat penmanship.

So maybe you were right.

Unfortunately it was too late to order a real cake. Steve would just have to face the consequences and cross his fingers that you wouldn’t break up with him.

By time Wanda and Natasha had ushered you home, it was 4 pm. Today you were just so caught up in all the fun that you completely forgot about Steve which made you feel terrible. Knowing Steve, he went all out for your birthday, you just hoped you hadn’t ruined it.

As you walked into the compound, everything seemed perfectly normal, which quite frankly kind of disappointed you, until you rounded the corner to the kitchen. The lights were off, but soon came on when Sam, Bucky and Steve popped up around the table, presenting a... dough ball????

You got closer and realized it was a cake. Or was supposed to be.

“Please don't break up with me, doll.” Steve nervously bit his lip and you reached up to stop him, then full on laughing, grabbing his broad shoulders for support.

“Oh Stevie! Don’t be so dramatic. I’m actually really looking forward to what happened.”

Steve then pulled out your chair as everyone else settled around the table, where the dough baby idly was set upon.

The three men told of their tale while you ladies laughed over ice cream, a quick solution thanks to Wanda.

Sam and Bucky continued to tell their more animated version of the story, while Steve leaned close to you, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist with lips pressed to your temple.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”

#steve rogers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine

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im-bakugous-bitch · 4 years

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Shoto Todoroki - Quirk Marriage

Prompts 58 and 59 58: "Don't you dare touch her!" 59: "You came for me."

Quirk Description: Ground Strike The user can send bolts of lightning from the sky to any desired point within a ten foot radius of themselves, though doing so causes their body temperature to rise substantially to dangerous levels. The location of the lightning strike and all ground in a five foot radius of it is then under the control of the user. They can only control the ground for about ten minutes, and it will be frozen in whatever state they have it in (though gravity does still apply). Laws of electricity still apply to the lightning bolts.

y/n POV

You were out in the park on a date with your boyfriend, Shoto. The two of you sat on a blanket in the grass underneath a cherry-blossom tree chatting about whatever you could think of, and neither of you could have been happier. You'd both just finished your graduation exams at UA, and were officially on your way to becoming Pro-Heroes.

Unfortunately, your relaxing moment was interrupted when Shoto's eyes widened, staring at something behind you.

You turned to see what he was looking at, and your eyes widened when you saw the towering Enji Todoroki standing over you, eyes fixed on his son in a glare.

"Shoto!" his father scolded, flame mustache blazing brighter around his face. "What do you think you're doing?"

You wanted nothing more than to strike him with a lightning bolt and send him deep into a hole in the ground, but you restrained yourself. You couldn't go and get yourself arrested for attempted murder on a Pro-Hero right before graduation.

You turned back to your boyfriend, to see his expression had calmed to a disinterested look. "It's none of your business," he said coldly as he matched his father's glare.

You could feel Endeavor's glare shifting to you, almost as if his vision was as hot as his flames. "You girl, what is the meaning of this? What are you doing with my son?"

You slowly turned to look up at him again. Your fear was probably evident on your face, but you didn't know how to hide it. In the three years you had been dating Shoto, you had always managed to successfully evade his father and keep him from learning of your relationship. But apparently, that had ended. "Um..." You couldn't find the words to explain yourself, so instead you stood up and bowed to him. Maybe if you were respectful, he'd go easy on Shoto. "My name is y/n l/n, Mr. Endeavor sir." Being so polite to this monster killed you inside, but you were just trying to save Shoto.

Endeavor's glare softened slightly as he stared at you. "l/n, you say?"

You stood up straight and nodded, but did not dare look him in the eye. "Yes, sir."

He chuckled slightly. "I see your parents are getting ahead of themselves. Trying to win my son's favor, are you?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. You looked up at him accidentally, meeting his eyes and unable to find it in yourself to look away. "I'm sorry?"

He laughed. "Don't play dumb girl. I will admit that this did take me by surprise, but I like your confidence. Taking matters into your own hands." You had no idea what he was talking about. "That is most certainly a quality that will mix well with Shoto's."

Your eyes widened slightly. "E-excuse me?"

Shoto stood up and stood beside you, putting his arm in front of you protectively. "She's not doing anything wrong."

"Oh, on the contrary!" Endeavor said. If you didn't know any better, you'd say you could see a gleam of pride in his eye. "In fact, she's done everything right. l/n, tell your parents I'll accept their offer."

"Neither of us has any idea what you're talking about," Shoto said venomously. "So you should just leave us alone."

Endeavor shook his head disapprovingly at his son's words. "l/n, I do hope your attitude will overpower Shoto's when you begin producing."

Your eyes widened even more somehow. "Producing?!"

"That is the purpose of a Quirk marriage," Endeavor said, and your heart began to race.

Quirk marriage?! You'd never heard anything about a Quirk Marriage from your parents - they'd never even brought up the possibility!

"No," Shoto said angrily. "I refuse."

You didn't like the idea of being married-off by your parents for your Quirk. But your long-term boyfriend flat-out rejecting the idea of marrying you one day hurt you, deep down. You turned to look at Shoto, but his attention was fixated on his father.

"And why is that?" Endeavor asked, anger seeping into his voice. "This was a date, was it not? You obviously have romantic interest in her. You should be glad I chose somebody you knew. It was either her or that Yaoyorozu girl."

Your heart shattered at that. "I-I have to go," you said, bending down to pick up your backpack off the ground and putting it over your shoulder. "I'll um...I'll talk to you later I guess."

Shoto grabbed your arm, and you met his sad eyes. "y/n, don't go."

It hurt your heart that you saw him that sad, and even more that you were the one who caused it. But you needed to talk to your parents and find out what the hell was going on. "I need to talk to my parents," you said, trying not to look at his sadness. But you couldn't stop thinking about it. "I'll call you later, I promise." You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before taking a step away. You didn't bother giving Endeavor a farewell, you just turned and walked away.

That had happened two weeks ago. It turned out that your parents had in fact offered you to Endeavor for Shoto's Quirk marriage. You felt betrayed that they would sell you into marrying your boyfriend. Not to mention it had made things uncomfortable between you and Shoto, which broke your heart. He'd been your best friend ever since you started dating, and you had a bad feeling that it was going to end.

He'd asked you to meet him at a local coffee shop, which had your heart racing. You hadn't really seen him outside of graduation activities ever since the incident, so you hadn't had time to talk about what happened. You assumed what this was about.

This meeting was going to make or break your relationship. Either Shoto was going to marry you, or he wasn't. You'd made your decision after only a few days: if he'd have you, you'd marry him. As betrayed as you felt, your parents desperately needed the money. They had to have been blessed to have a child with a Quirk as desirable as yours, as people would pay lots of money to have you as their child's Quirk marriage. Endeavor himself had offered your parents five million yen for your hand to Shoto.

You were on your way to the coffee shop to meet Shoto when you were stopped by a man on the street. "Do you know how to get here?" he asked you, pointing to a map in his hands. You had to admit, seeing someone walking around with a map felt a little odd, but you figured he was a tourist or something and brushed it off.

You shook your head, looking closely at the map. You'd never been to that area before. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know how to get there."

A grin crossed his face. "Good."

A bag was placed over your head before your eyes, and a hand flew to muffle your screams. You struggled against the man and his accomplice, but to no use. They had dragged you into an alleyway, you could tell by the loss of light through the sack on your head. Your heart was racing; you were being kidnapped. You tried to fight back against the men, but they had you restrained within moments. You couldn't even use your Quirk, because they were so close that the lightning would burn you, too. Not to mention you couldn't do anything to the ground without hurting yourself. Your Quirk was more for ranged attacking.

You felt yourself being shoved over and landed on something soft. A car seat. You were being stuffed into a car. You tried to scream against your captor's hand, but your cries were muffled as the door slammed shut.

Shoto POV

Shoto had been waiting at the coffee shop for an hour. You should have been there by then, it was only a few minute walk from your house. He began to fear that you were standing him up, that you had lost interest in the relationship. It made him feel ridiculous for going out and buying an engagement ring. If he was going to marry you, he was going to do it right. But it looked like he wasn't doing it at all.

He tried calling you several times, but to no avail. After sitting in the coffee shop for two hours, he finally got up and left the coffee shop, walking back to his house with his head hung. When he returned he went straight to his bedroom and laid down in his bed, hiding himself under his blankets. His heart felt shattered, he couldn't think of anything except the woman he loved leaving him this way. He figured it was probably because they had hardly spoken since the incident, and in that time she decided that she didn't want to be with him.

He'd wanted to talk to you after the day at the park, but he never could. He never knew how to bring it up. But he'd brought the issue up to his friends, who helped him compose his plan to propose officially. He was finally ready, but you didn't show up.

He didn't move from his bed for the next few days, except for using the bathroom. Fuyumi and Natsuo took turns checking in on him and bringing him food, which he never touched. He was too depressed to eat, and when they asked how he was doing he always told them he was fine.

It was on the third day that Fuyumi threw his door open and ran in. "Shoto!" she said. The tone of her voice caught his interest, surprisingly, and he rolled over to face her. "Check this out!" She shoved her cell phone in his face.

He blinked as his eyes adjusted to look at the cellphone, and he shot up on his bed when he read the headline of the article she was showing him:

MISSING: Y/N L/N, UA GRADUATE

Shoto's eyes widened as his heart began racing. You'd been kidnapped. He read thr entire article, and it said you'd last been seen on your way to meet your boyfriend at a coffee shop.

You didn't stand him up.

He jumped up out of his bed and immediately threw on clean clothes. "I'm going to look for her," he said. He didn't even wait to hear what his sister had to say, he just ran past her after dropping her phone onto his bed.

When he got outside, he realized he had no idea where to look for you. He took out his phone and searched your name, resulting in several articles reporting you missing. He scrolled through them, his heart falling with every article he saw, until his phone began to ring. He didn't want to talk to anyone, but he couldn't not check it. What if it was you?

He pulled out his phone, seeing an unknown number flashing across the screen. Given the current circumstances, he decided to answer it. "Hello?"

"Shoto." It was you. Why were ou calling from an unknown number?

His eyes widened. "y/n! Where are you?"

"I can't tell you that." You cleared your throat. "I'm calling to apologize. I don't know what you were planning to say at the coffee shop, but I'm sorry you didn't get to say it."

He shook his head, forgetting you couldn't see. "I don't care about that. Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you."

He heard you make a small sound, and he knew what that sound was. It was you holding back a sob. "I don't know what you were going to say at the coffee shop...but I can't marry you. I don't know if that's what you wanted or not, but no matter what...I can't."

He could've sworn his heart stopped. "Why not?"

There was hesitation in your voice as you said, "Because I'm marrying someone else."

He froze. Why were you marrying someone else? How could you do this to him?

"I'm so sorry, Sh-Todoroki."

He didn't know his heart could break more, but that did it. You used his last name. He heard some muttering in the background, and suddenly a new voice was speaking.

"Hello, Todoroki." This was a man's voice, no doubt. Most likely your captor. Were you even captive? Had you secretly been seeing someone else? "I'm Aito Suzuki, y/n's fiancé."

His body began to flare with rage. This jackass had the nerve to have her call him?

"I apologize that it's in this manner, but I'd like to meet with you."

He had no interest in meeting with this man. He'd stolen you from him. He was about to reject the offer and hang up when he heard a quiet sound. It was distant, but he heard your shriek through the phone.

You were definitely a captive.

He had to go to this meeting. He had to save you. "Tell me where and when," he said.

He could hear Suzuki's grin as he said, "that coffee shop where you were supposed to meet my darling y/n. Two hours." The line went dead immediately after that sentence.

Shoto stared at his phone in shock. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew you were in trouble. He had to save you. Even if you didn't want to marry him, he couldn't just leave you there. He rushed down to the coffee shop, wanting to get there as early as possible so he could be there before the jackass he was meeting with.

He sat down at an empty table and stare at the door for a solid hour. When a man walked in, locking his eyes onto Shoto, he knew this was Suzuki. His suspicion was confirmed when the man walked over to him and sat down across from him at the small table.

"You came early, too," the man said, his grey eyes studying Shoto. "Smart."

Shoto stared at him. "What do you want?"

"Your cooperation." He pulled a case off of the ground and pushed it over to Shoto. "You leave me and y/n be, and this is yours."

Shoto opened the case to see it stuffed full of money. He looked up at the man, eyes burning with hatred. "You want to buy her from me."

Suzuki shrugged his broad shoulders. "That tends to be how Quirk marriages work, is it not? Usually I'd give the money to the parents, but...once she explains, they won't fight it one bit. She and I are going to make such great Heirs."

Shoto's eyes widened. "Don't you dare touch her!"

He gave a cocky smile and rested his hand on the table before standing up. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Todoroki."

Shoto also stood up from the table. "Keep your money." He closed the case and pushed it back across the table. "You can't have her."

Suzuki's grin fell. "Don't do this. I do believe you'll make a fine Hero one day, don't make me kill you first."

"Tell me where she is."

His new enemy glared at him. "And why would I do that?"

Shoto's entire left side erupted into flames, causing everyone in the coffee shop to turn and stare in fear. "Because," he said as people began fleeing the coffee shop. He could only imagine how terrifying he looked. He took a step closer to Suzuki, using his right arm to grab a hold of the man's shirt. "If you don't, I'll kill you."

Suzuki laughed. "You don't scare me, I hope you know that. But if you want to fight, I ask that we take it outside. Level the playing field."

It was Shoto's turn to laugh. "Why would I want to give you a fair chance?"

Suzuki shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough." He pulled his foot up and kicked Shoto in the stomach, effectively pushing him away. He turned and ran out of the coffee shop while Shoto was bent over in pain.

He couldn't let this overtake him. He quickly put his pain aside and followed Suzuki from the cafe, running after him into an alleyway. There was a van parked at the end of it.

The bastard was just going to run away.

Shoto used his Quirk to ride ice down the alley, slowly but surely gaining on Suzuki. When there was still about ten feet between them, the door flew open and the coward jumped inside.

Shoto could've sworn he saw you sitting in the car.

The car was moving before the door was even closed. He let out a scream of fury, putting more focus and energy into his ice as he followed the car. He was losing it quickly, so he had to cut to plan B. It was dangerous, but he had to try. His hand shot out, causing a wall of ice to form in the middle of the street right in front of the van. The van crashed into it, effectively stopping it, and he ran the rest of the distance on foot.

When he reached the van, he pried the door open and looked inside. Thankfully Suzuki was unconscious in the front seat, but he heard a quiet groan coming from the back.

He turned and saw you, strapped down to the seat of the car with a blindfold over your eyes, with a large gash in your cheek. He quickly reached over and used all his strength to pull you from the seat, pulling you out of the car and into a hug as he removed your blindfold.

"Shoto?" you whispered quietly, looking at him in shock. Thankfully, you didn't look to be too hurt. "Shoto!" You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped up, effectively latching yourself onto him as his arms wrapped around you. "You came for me!"

He held you tightly, smiling. "Of course," he said quietly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'd never leave you to someone else against your will."

You removed your legs from around him, standing up straight in front of him. Thankfully, it appeared your only injury was the gash on your cheek. "Thank you."

He took your hands in his. "I-I thought you didn't want me."

You shook your head. "I thought you didn't want me!"

"I want you forever, y/n." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He hadn't taken it off his person since he went to the coffee shop to meet you three days ago. He opened the box and placed it into your hand, meeting your eyes. "Marry me?"

You nodded tears filling your eyes as you pulled him in for another hug. "Yes, yes of course!" you cried, holding onto him tightly. You never wanted to let go.

He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and twirling you in a circle. When he put you down, he separated you slightly to put the ring on your finger before connecting his lips to yours in a kiss. When you two were finally separated, you turned to look at the wrecked van.

"We should probably do something about that," you said, eyeing the van and holding onto Shoto's arm tightly.

He shrugged his shoulders. "We can leave that to the police. Let's go get your head checked out."

You nodded, and though you were bleeding from your face you couldn't help the smile that grazed your lips.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 5 years

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Enemies with benefits

I am a sucker for soft Dabi

Dabi x Hero!reader

word count: 2.320 (about)

warnings: smut, cursing, violence, injury and slight gore (Dabi gets a staple ripped out) blood.

Summary: Dabi sure as hell didn’t mean to fall in love with a hero. but here he was, pulling his punches at the last second, and you aren’t exactly helping by stealing his clothes and staying the night. but he should have feelings because this isn’t a relationship. It’s just sex.

Dabi had never meant to fall in love with a hero. And he was sure you had never planned on being in a relationship with someone like him. If you could even call whatever this was a relationship. The term 'fuck buddies' seemed to fit better. All the same you were still here in his bed, wearing only his shirt and cuddling into his chest, and of course, he wasn't pushing you away. He moved a strand of hair out of your sleeping face, before gently pressing his lips to your forehead. It was a romantic gesture he would have never tried if you where awake.

Dabi wrapped his arms around you holding your body close to his. You squirmed in his grasp, settling into a comfortable position. Maybe you didn't love him, maybe this was all just sex for you, but moments like this really got his hopes up. Of course, catching feelings were against the rules. You and your stupid rules.

Rule 1.) No feelings, Just sex. After all, what would happened if people found out you were dating? A Pro hero and an evil villain, what would people think? And besides, where would you go to on dates? Nowhere public that's for sure.

Rule 2.) No special treatment. He would still kick your ass if he saw you outside of his bedroom, and you would still try to arrest him. He couldn't even save your name in his phone. And as much as it pained him-No flirting on the battlefield.

And last but not least, Rule 3.) No one else. This was a rule just for Dabi and it wasn't really a rule. Every time he got someone else beneath him, or on top of him for that matter, they always failed to satisfy. It seemed that you and only you could satiate his hunger.

Dabi had been the one to approach you first. The club was dark and there were so many people. Countless, sweaty bodies colliding to the heavy base of some song he didn't know the name of. Even still, he had spotted you at once and recognized you the same instant. I mean how could he not know the face of the Hero who had tried to kill him countless times. But you just looked so damn good in that dress. Your costume didn't do justice to your curves, not the way this skimpy little thing did. He couldn't stop his feet from moving to your side. Or his hands from falling to your waist and yanking your ass against his groin. Dabi was always one to play with fire.

Maybe you didn't recognize him, although that was hard to believe, or you just didn't care who he was. Either way, you followed his lead. Grinding your rear against his hips. Your fingers running over his scared chest in feather light touches. you where the one to pull him out of the club and lean him up against the cold stone wall of the building. He had never thought about kissing you before, now it was all he wanted.

He had kissed you passionately while his fingers dug into your exposed thighs. His mouth traveled from your lips to your jawline, then your neck. He bit at your flesh, twisting it between his teeth before licking away the pain with his warm tongue. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, you aren't going to be able to walk tomorrow,” he growled into your collar bone.

“you better or else I'm going to walk my ass back here and find someone who will,” you snapped bringing your thigh between his legs, right against his growing bulge. He loved that you didn't roll over and give him what he wanted. He loved having to work for what he wanted.

It had been an amazing night. So amazing that he had given you his number. Well, the number to a burner phone but that's not the point. It wasn't often the two of you could hook up, you were busy a lot and he was in jail, a lot. But when he could have you it was always amazing. Over the months you staid the night more often, and every little thing he learned about you only made him love you more. It had been almost three whole weeks since he had last seen you but luckily the two of you had a fight.

Not a domestic fight (was it wrong that he wanted to have domestic fights with you?) but a real fight with blood and punching. You could be ruthless when there were other people around.

“Damn, Baby that hurt,” he muttered looking at the staple you had just ripped out of his cheek.

“Don't you 'baby' me,” you snarled dodging one of Toga's knives as it whizzed past your head. He swung at you his fist engulfed in blue flames. You avoided it narrowly and stopped his foot with your dumb High healed boot. Honestly, how could you even fight in those things?

“Get out of here Dabi, you're only getting in the way!” Shigaraki shrieked like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Dabi knew he wasn’t giving his all in this fight. You sure as hell weren't pulling any punches, but he couldn't bring himself to hit you as hard as he used to. He didn't need Shigaraki yelling at him twice. He wasted no time leaving the base and stumbling his way back to his lonely apartment. As he walked, he silently prayed you would get away unharmed.

He staggered into his bathroom and looked at himself in the small mirror above the sink. He looked like shit. The right side of his jaw was dark with blood and there was already a bruise forming on his temple. He dropped the staples on the lip of the sink and slouched down on the linoleum floor. His head was swimming and the harsh fluorescent lighting wasn't helping.

The next thing he knew he was being jolted awake by a pounding at his door. It could be you. or it could be Shigaraki. “It's unlocked” he shouted hoping his voice would carry through the thin walls of his apartment. Just a moment later you were creeping into his bathroom.

“hey Baby,” you purred crouching down beside him

“don't you Baby me,” he said mocking your voice. You winced.

“I'm sorry Babe, let me clean you up,” you whispered. He let you sit him on the edge of the bathtub and pull out your medical Aid kit. Dabi was glad you were using your stuff and not the half empty bottle of vodka and hello kitty band-aids he always used. You cleaned off the blood, stitched up his wounds, and even put his staples back in for him. All the while kissing him softly to distract him from the pain.

“there all better,” you said cheerfully

“don't tell me that means your leaving now,” he whined grabbing your wrist. He could always get away with being clingy when he was hurt.

“well my options are Paperwork or hanging out with you, and honestly, you are a lot more fun.” you purred kissing him again, this time more flirtatiously. He stood, cupping your face gently, and pressing you against the cold tile wall. His hands developed minds of there own and groped your ass. Normally he would be rough both of you fighting for dominance. But tonight he just wasn't in the mood for anything rough, plus he was still kind of sore from the ass kicking he had just gone through.

“aren't you tired?” you asked sliding your hands up his shirt. He was tired, but he was also horny.

“you're just going to have to gentle with me,” he purred. Dabi grabbed you by the thighs, you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked and surprised you by biting your shoulder.

“I'm delicate,” he whispered in your ear sending a shiver up your spine. He carried you to his bed his teeth nibbling along the side of your neck. He laid you down on his bed. He was out of breath already. You hooked your leg around his hips and flipped him so he was beneath you

“naught little thing,” he chuckled. You sat up on his lap and took off your shirt, revealing your black sports bra.

“Shut up and let me take care of you,” you said pulling off his shirt as well. Dabi had to say it was nice having you pamper him. You kissed him gently, letting your tongue explore the inside of his mouth. Dabi ran his hands over your back, holding you close.

Your mouth traveled lower, kissing his chest you ran your fingers over his nipples tweaking slightly. He hissed, making you twist his nipples once more, before moving lower. You kissed his hips while undoing is jeans with your hands. Dabi angled his hips up so you could slide his pants down his legs. You ran your fingers over his tented underwear.

“don't tease,” he grunted closing his eyes. You pulled his half hard cock out of his boxers. You pumped him slowly. You licked the underside of his cock the way he liked. You continued to tease his cock until he was rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

“what do you want?” you asked, flicking your eyes up to meet his Azure eyes. There was a cold fire burning in his eyes that sent a wave of heat to your core.

“I want you to be good for me and sit on my face,” he growled. You were quick to remove the remainder of your clothing and scramble up the bed to meet him.

“are you sure you Dabi? You don't have to do that for me,” you whispered. He thought about it for a second and cupped your face pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and passionate, almost loving. You would have called it romantic if it was coming from anyone other than Dabi. You must be misreading thing again, because Dabi didn't do romantic.

You flipped from beside him to on top of him, giving him better assess to your mouth. His hips would buck up grazing his cock against your clit teasing you both with the bare minimum of friction. You kept having to remind yourself to keep things slow as not to hurt Dabi any more than you already had. Dabi didn't seem to have the same struggle as you did. He turned the kiss from sweet and passionate to sweet and Lazy and the teasing didn't seem to be affecting him as much as it did you.

“I need you inside of me babe,” you whimpered pulling away Dabi smirked.

“then take what you need baby,” he said, his voice like soft velvet. You took him in your hand again pumping him while lining him up with your entrance. You never grew tired of the soft ache that accompanied him filling you up. You took a deep breath trying to relax as Dabi tried not to buck his hips as you stretch your self out on his cock.

“you feel so good I missed this,” you moaned digging your nails into his chest. He settled his hands on your hips, ready to try and control your pace.

“I missed you too,” he whispered so quietly you almost couldn't make out the words. It sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't understand why he was being so sweet to you. maybe you had hit his head harder than you originally thought. Your heart insisted that he really did love you but you knew better than to get your hopes up.

You rocked your hips up and down slowly. He cupped your face and brought your mouth back to his as you moved your hips up and down. Dabi really loved your mouth, he loved how soft it was and how well it fit against his, he could die kissing you. Or fucking you for that matter.

You moved your body slowly, moving up his length than sinking back down. Dabi groaned into your mouth when you clenched around him. He slid his hands up your sides feeling your curves before wrapping his large hands around your breasts. He squeezed your soft mounds and rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He started rocking his hips up into you as his kiss and his fingers got needier. He couldn't seem to get enough of you. You could feel a tight ball of pleasure building inside your core as you continued to ride him.

“Fuck, Dabi I'm going to cum fuck I'm so close,” you panted speeding up the buck of your hips.

“I'm close, too (y/n), G-gah just like that,” He moaned pushing his hips up into you. He dropped his hand to your pelvic bone fondling your clit as you rode him. Your thrusts faltered as you reached climax. Dabi rocked his hips against yours chancing his own orgasm. You could feel hot spurts of cum fill you as you came down from your high.

You didn't even bother cleaning yourself off you just grabbed one of Dabi's shirts and fell asleep. Beside him. The fight and the sex had both tired you out more than you thought.

That's how Dabi got you here in his arms. He wished he could spend every night like this. With you cuddled into his chest. He closed his eyes pressing his lips to your forehead again.

“Dabi? Are you awake?” you whispered. No, no he wasn't awake for you to persuade him to let you go. You would just have to stay the whole night because he wasn't ready to let you go.

Your lips where so close to his, he could feel the soft puff of your breath hit his chin. “I love you Dabi,” you whispered against his lips. He jerked away to look at you in the darkness.

“What?”

edit: a lot of people wanted a follow-up for this so, here is part two

#mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #imagine dabi #bnha dabi #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

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todorokiaimee · 4 years

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Blues In The Night 20. House Of The Rising Sun

Previous Chapter | Chapter Song

Night had finally fallen upon the Tokyo sky. Outside, the city was eerily still, a blanket of white snow covering the landscape. Shoto stood in his dimly lit office, his heterochromatic eyes dark as he suited up for his mission. Determination radiated off of his body as he pulled on his combat vest, all the while staring at a framed photo of his beloved Aimee perched on his desk. Tonight was the night. He was going to bring her home safe.

After putting on his wrist guards, Shoto turned to grab his utility belt. Turning it in his hands, his fingers rested on a new addition: the bag of homemade gris-gris Aimee had made him for Christmas. A good luck charm to keep him safe. He lifted the small pouch to his lips, giving it a light kiss. I’m coming, my love.

As Shoto clipped the belt around his hips, there as a light knock on the door. “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal his father Enji, fully suited up in his hero gear, complete with his beard of flames. “We’re ready, son.” Shoto nodded, walked past his father and out the door.

The father and son walked down to the agency’s garage in silence. There, all of the missing person task force was waiting in their hero costumes, quietly talking amongst themselves. Endeavor cleared his throat, all eyes turning toward him. “Everyone has already been given their travel groups and should have the coordinates for the warehouse. We’ll all take different routes to avoid suspicion before entering the woods. After that, we’ll travel on foot to avoid detection.”

The heroes nodded, prompting Endeavor to continue. “Our current count of victims is sixteen. Sidekicks, your objective is to remove the victims from the area and transport them to a safe zone. The rest of us will engage Lafayette Dubois and whoever else is in his ranks. I doubt he’ll go down easily. Any questions?” He paused, looking around the room for any takers. “Alright, let’s go get our girl.”

With a few cheers of encouragement, the heroes broke up into teams, getting into separate Jeeps. Shoto shared one with his father as they set out on their journey. Shoto didn’t say a word the whole ride, silently brooding as he fiddled with the gris-gris on his belt.

Endeavor sighed as he stole glances at his son. He knew just now badly he ached for Aimee’s safe return, possibly even scolding himself for letting her kidnapping happen in the first place. Unfortunately, comfort and encouragement was not his forte.

Soon the heroes reached the woods, turning off-road and into the forest. After a short bumpy drive, Endeavor parked the Jeep tucking the keys into the visor. As the pair got out of the car and into the powdery snow to hike the rest of the way, Enji finally spoke up, bringing Shoto out of his thoughts.

“Shoto, when we raid the warehouse if you see Aimee grab her and get her out. Do not engage the enemy. I know we shouldn’t be biased as heroes but fuck that. She’s our top priority.”

Shoto turned to his father, a flicker of warmth flashing in his tired eyes. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

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Fluttering her eyelids, Aimee slowly regained consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy and incredibly weak. Her mind was foggy as she took in her surroundings: cold metal walls, hospital beds, and random machines and tech equipment. When Aimee reached to hold her throbbing head she was met with the bite of handcuffs on her skin, finally remembering the predicament that she was in.

“Oh, look who’s up?” Aimee turned her head slowly to face the voice. There she saw Lafayette sitting beside her bed, chopping up white powder on an aluminum tray with a razor blade on a side table. “You’re not nearly as fun when you’re passed out, but still just as pretty.”

Aimee stared at him blankly as Lafayette lifted the tray to his face, snorting a line of the substance. “WOOO! That’s the good stuff!” He laughed as he wiped his nose before looking back over to Aimee. “Where are my manners? Coke?” He smiled a wicked grin offering up the tray.

Aimee only blinked groggily before shaking her head, “Pepsi.”

A dry chuckle escaped Lafayette’s throat as he placed the tray back on his side table. He licked his lips with a smug look before violently flipping the table over, its contents falling to the floor with a crash. Aimee jumped in her bed, trying her best to turn away from the dangerous man. The villain then grabbed her face roughly, her plump lips forcefully puckered as his he squeezed her cheeks.

“You really are a pistol,” he whispered menacingly. “I’m going to enjoy making a mess out of you.”

Aimee screwed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the worst when she heard the opening of a door. Lafayette jumped back from her hospital bed, picking up the mess he left on the floor as Aimee’s father, Colonel Faurie walked over.

“How’s she’s doing? I heard a ruckus.”

“Well... she’s awake, Boss. A little feisty though,” Lafayette chuckled. “She knocked over my table and everything.” Aimee growled at the man as her father stood by her bedside.

“Baby girl, if you can’t behave I’ll have to sedate you again,” Colonel Faurie said softly as he stroked Aimee’s soft curls, only for her recoil away from his hand.

“Don’t touch me,” Aimee barely whispered.

The Colonel sighed, dropping his hand, “Lafayette, go get The Doc.”

The man grunted in response before walking out and bringing back the doctor. He checked Aimee’s vitals in silence as her father looked on, Lafayette retreating to the other side of the warehouse.

Aimee took in a shaky breath, willing her voice to be strong despite her wavering body, “What are you doing to me? I have the right to know.”

The Doc looked over to The Colonel, his eyes asking for permission. With his nod of approval, the doctor looked Aimee in the eye with a soft and kind voice, “You’ve been given a serum that forcibly activates your quirk. We’re studying how your cells react and harvesting them to create a drug that can give people certain quirks for a period of time. It takes a long time to render enough samples. That’s why you’re physically exhausted. Your quirk has been activated for hours.”

Hours? No wonder I’m so weak. Aimee’s eyebrows knitted together as she looked over to her father, desperate to understand his involvement. “Why is this so important to you Daddy? So important you’d hold your own daughter captive…”

“I couldn't save her,” Colonel Faurie whispered, his head hung low.

“Couldn’t save who?”

“Your mother.”

Aimee paused, confused by the sudden turn in the conversation. “Mama? There was nothing you could have done for her. You weren’t even there.”

“I was there.” The Colonel took a deep breath, running his large hand down his face, revealing a look of utter sorrow. “We were both in the bank, waiting in line. We had a few errands we had to run before we picked you up from school. In the interest of time, I decided to walk across the street to the pharmacy to pick up your mother’s prescriptions. The next thing I know, I heard this great explosion.” He grimaced as he balled his fists by his side, Aimee listening intently. “I ran out of the pharmacy just in time to see the bank building begin to crumble. I tried to get to her. I moved as much debris as I could, but my quirk was useless. If only I had super strength, or time reversal, telekinesis, ANYTHING! I couldn’t help her. I was useless to my Nettie.”

“Daddy--” Aimee tried to interject, before being cut off.

“If I had this drug then, a drug that would let me use other useful quirks even just a few hours. It would have made all the difference. That’s why when the military was given Overhaul’s research on quirk enhancing and removal, I knew I had to find a way to combine the two. So I recruited my old neighborhood friend Lafayette to get compatible subjects for me and hired the Doc.” Her father sighed as he took her hand in his, his eyes hopeful. “This drug is going to save people. Imagine how effective my soldiers would be with multiple useful quirks.”

Aimee shook her head in disbelief, her large eyes showing only pity for her lost father, “But at what cost?”

“Uh, Boss…” Lafayette’s voice spoke up from the other side of the warehouse. “Something’s up.”

“What do you mean something’s up?” Colonel Faurie turned to see Lafayette over by the security monitors.

“There’s something on the radar. It’s real close.”

“Why the hell are you just now saying something?!” his boss growled.

Lafayette shuffled his feet while he sniffed and rubbed his nose, dusted in a white substance, “I was… busy.”

The next instant there was a deafening crash, dust and debris flying into the warehouse. A flash of green appeared in the giant hole left in the wall. “Nobody move! I am here!” Pro Hero Deku had busted through the wall with a mighty punch. Endeavor and Shoto ran into the building after him, scanning for their missing treasure.

“Aimee?! Where is she?!” Shoto bellowed as he searched the room, other sidekicks flooding the scene as well. Endeavor made quirk work of blocking the targeted exits with his hell flame, ensuring the offenders wouldn’t escape in the chaos.

“Shoto?” Aimee murmured, turning her head toward the commotion.

Before Aimee could locate her love, her father sprung to action, covering her head with a blanket. “Shit! Get the subjects out of here! Doc, save the research!”

Flustered, The Doc did as he was told, scrambling to collect all the charts and vials into his short and stubby arms. After gathering as much as he could carry, he ran for the back exit. Before he could reach the door, the window was broken in, glass flying everywhere. Looking up, the doc saw Eraserhead and Shinsou swinging on the scene with their capture weapons. The duo landed in front of the doctor, locking onto him with tired eyes. Aizawa activated his quirk, his low baritone issuing his threat, “Don’t make this harder than it has to be…”

The doctor knew he was caught and didn’t put up a fight. He lifted his hands in the air, dropping the files and vials to the floor. The Colonel growled low in his throat as he watched the brains behind his plan surrender. He couldn’t let his plan fail. He was growing desperate to see this through, “Damn! Lafayette! Get Rid of them!”

“On it, Boss!” Lafayette activated his quirk, turning his sights on the heroes.

Shoto braced himself for a fight. His blood was boiling. Now there was no doubt that Colonel Faurie was involved. Before he could launch an attack was pushed aside by his father, “Go find Aimee, we got this!” Shoto nodded, skating off on his ice to search for his love.

As Deku and Endeavor fought against Lafayette and his dark tendrils, the other sidekicks had started to evacuate the victims. Seeing the walls starting to close in, Colonel Faurie knew he had to get out while he could. He quickly released Aimee’s wrists from her handcuffs and lifted her into his strong arms. Aimee moaned weakly, pulling against his shirt, “Daddy stop this… please…”

The Colonel shook his head, running for an exit while cradling his baby girl in his arms. “I have to finish what I started.”

Shoto skated high above the chaos on his ice, searching desperately for his beloved. At last, he caught sight of her dark curls, being carried away by her father. “Aimee!” He yelled, shooting a massive ice wall in front of The Colonel, effectively blocking his path.

Colonel Faurie turned to face the hero, his face resolute as Shoto skidded to a stop in front of them. The duel quirked hero’s lips pressed into a thin line as he took in Aimee’s condition. She had a bandage on her forehead and she looked physically weak. He wanted with every fiber of his body to take her from her monster of a father, but it just wasn’t safe. Who’s to say her father wouldn’t hurt her if he got too close? He also couldn’t risk accidentally hitting Aimee with his quirk by attacking the man. He would have to talk to him down. “It’s over Colonel. Hand her over.”

“Shoto…” Aimee called out faintly. It damn near broke his heart.

“Boy, I can’t deal with you right now,” The Colonel’s bushy eyebrows furrowed, growing anxious. “I have to do this. My Nettie…”

“Daddy…” Aimee pleaded, pulling on her father’s shirt. “Mama’s gone. There’s nothing more we can do for her.”

Colonel Faurie knew he was cornered. There was no way he could out battle the hero and he also didn’t want to put his baby girl in any more danger. Still, he stood his ground, unwilling to let his dream go.

“Please, Colonel. Don’t make me hurt you,” Shoto braced himself, settling into a fighting stance.

“Daddy, look at me,” Aimee placed a small hand to her father’s cheek, bringing his brown eyes to hers. “She wouldn’t want this.”

The Colonel looked into his daughter’s eyes, the same large expressive eyes as her late mother. He tightened his grip on his daughter, wrestling with his feelings, until a mysterious warm feeling washed over him, suddenly setting him at ease. “Nettie…” He said, barely a whisper. Tears pooled in his eyes as he nodded slowly, knowing what he must do, “Okay.” Kneeling down, The Colonel gently laid Aimee down on the cool ground before placing his hands on his head in surrender.

Todoroki let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. After quickly looking over Aimee for any wounds, Shoto reached into his utility belt and handcuffed Colonel Faurie. With a heavy sigh, The Colonel called out, “Stand down, Lafayette. It’s over.”

Layfayette looked over to see his boss had surrendered. A man that was supposed to be his meal ticket. His ticket to the good life. His ticket to freedom. His brow furrowed as he shook his head, a long black tendril snaking over across the warehouse to The Doctor, snatching the discarded vials of mysterious elixirs. “Nah, man. I ain’t going back to jail.”

He brought the vials to his lips, drinking them all before hurling the glass bottles at Deku and Endeavor. He let out a deep hearty laugh as his body began to morph and change, his eyes wild with power.

“Ah, fuck.” Endeavor mumbled before he was pelted with stronger and thicker shadow tendrils. They cut his skin like knives as they whipped around him.

Deku jumped and dodged the tendrils as best he could until suddenly his body went numb. He fell harshly to the ground with a groan, his eyes wide with panic. “What the hell is going on?! I can’t move!”

“Deku!” Endeavor lunged at the villain, ready to fire more flames only to watch Lafayette disappear before his eyes. “What is this?!”

“It’s the vials!” The doctor called out, still bound in Aizawa’s capture weapon. “He’s using the subject’s quirks! He could have any one of sixteen new quirks now!”

Shoto’s lips pressed into a thin line as he carefully scooped Aimee into his arms bridal style. “I’m getting you out of here.” He began to run across the warehouse to the exit until he saw a sight that made him hesitate. Enji, grasping at his neck, his lips slowly turning blue. It appeared as if some invisible force was choking him. “Father!” He bellowed, unsure of what to do: get his love to safety or help his father.

Lafayette then reappeared, now a literal giant. He towered over Endeavor, his shadow tendrils now as thick as tree limbs. Even though he was visible again, the invisible force tightening around Endeavor’s neck still remained. Without sparing a glance, the villain shot a black tendril from his back, lifting a paralyzed Deku high into the air. Lafayette wrapped a tendril tight around the young hero’s neck to match the one around his own. Just as Aizawa and Shinsou jumped into the fray, they were also easily tangled and subdued by the dark shadow vines.

“Shoto…” Aimee’s frail voice caught his attention as he looked down at her. “He’s using my quirk. Let me help.”

Shoto couldn’t help the utterly confused look that covered his face. “You’re in no condition to help. I have to get you out of here.”

“They need help,” Aimee pleaded, pulling on his hero suit. “Cut me.”

“What?!” Shoto looked down at her in shock.

“Use your ice. They don’t have much time.” Aimee patted her thick thigh with her hand, indicating the perfect spot.

Shoto grimaced but he knew she was right. They had seconds, maybe. Even Endeavor’s flames had gone out, due to his lack of oxygen. Kneeling down, Shoto propped Aimee up against his chest as he activated his quirk, forming a sharp icicle. He lifted it up above her plush thigh, but he was still frozen in place. How could he physically hurt the love of his life? Break her soft chocolate skin? Especially, after he just got her back in his arms?

“Shoto now!” Aimee cried, pulling down his hand with all her strength. She activated her quirk as her eyes locked onto the murderous villain, the cold icicle slicing deep into her flesh.

Lafayette yelled out, instantly dropping the heroes from his grip to grasp his leg. “Not again!” He groaned before turning around, spotting Aimee on the ground, an icicle protruding from her thigh in the same place as his mysterious wound. “You little bitch!” He seethed, charging towards her. Shoto instinctually created a wall of ice to separate them from the villain. Aimee held her breath and screwed her eyes shut, waiting for the blow, however it never came.

“Detroit Smash!” Deku yelled as he punched Lafayette in the side, catching him by surprise. With the villain distracted by Aimee’s assault, he had deactivated all of his borrowed quirks, Deku regaining control of his body.

“Let’s finish this,” Endeavor growled, rubbing his neck. Activating his quirk, Endeavor took aim at Lafayette shooting scorching blue flames. “Flashfire Fist- Jet Burn!”

Lafayette yelled as he tried to block the flames with his tendrils, wincing away from heat. It was then that, Aizawa and Shinsou wrapped their capture weapons around the Villain, Shinsou jumping on his back, “I’m gonna need you to chill, you ugly bastard!”

“What the fuck--” That was all it took, Shinsou had Lafayette under his mind control, the villain going stiff.

Endeavor stopped his attack, seeing that he was finally restrained, giving Shinsou his nod of approval, “Thanks, it would have been nice if you did that sooner.”

Shinsou let out a dry chuckle, “I was a little busy. Anyway, we’re not quite done. Midoriya?” He turned to the green-haired hero. “I don’t want Ugly getting jostled and breaking free of my quirk. Will you do the honors?”

“My pleasure!” Deku flashed a bright smile before throwing a One for All punch into the Villian’s face, effectively knocking him unconscious. “That should do it.”

“Did… did I get him?” Aimee breathed softly.

Shoto chuckled lightly, his eyes on his fellow heroes celebrating their victory, “Yes, my love. You got him.”

The peppermint haired hero looked down and his pleasant look was instantly washed away with one of terror. Aimee’s face had grown pale and she can barely keep her eyes open. “Aimee!” Shoto patted her face to get her attention, his heart racing once again. The ravenette only moaned in response, alarming the man further. Looking down her body, Shoto realized their grave mistake. The wound on Aimee’s leg wasn’t healing, her warm crimson blood staining her dress and pooling onto the floor.

“Damnit, Aimee! You’re past your limit, aren’t you?” Shoto’s eyes were wide with panic as he cradled Aimee to his chest.

“I’m sorry… I had to... do... something…” her voice trailed off despite her best efforts.

“Stop the bleeding and get her out of here now!” Enji urged. “We’ll clean this up until the authorities arrive.”

Shoto ripped the hem of Aimee’s dress to create a tourniquet, tying it tightly around her thigh. As gently as he could, he scooped Aimee back into his arms bridal style before running out of the warehouse and into the snow. The hero ran as fast as he could, trying his best to keep Aimee from being jostled. He had to get her to a hospital and fast.

“Cher… I’m cold,” Aimee’s soft voice whispered as she fought to stay conscious.

“Shh, I’ve got you, my love,” Shoto cooed, trying his best to keep his panic from his voice. “Stay awake for me. I need to see those big beautiful eyes.”

Damn it! Shoto cursed himself in his mind for ever agreeing to her stunt as he activated his quirk, gently warming Aimee in his arms. I just got her back. I’m not going to lose her again. The hero then began to skate on his ice in hopes of making better time to the Jeeps waiting in the forest.

Shoto let out a quick sigh when he finally caught sight of the black car waiting in the snow. Gingerly he placed Aimee in the passenger's seat, buckling her in before jumping into the driver's seat. “Stay with me Aimee,” he pleaded with no response. He drove through the forest with a vengeance until he reached the main road, speeding all the way to the hospital.

He jumped the curb as he pulled into the Emergency Room entrance before exiting the car and pulling an unresponsive Aimee into his strong arms. “Someone help her please!” the hero shouted as he ran into the lobby. “She’s unconscious and has lost a lot of blood!”

Doctors and nurses ran to their aid, quickly putting Aimee onto a gurney. “What happened?”

“She’s been given unknown experimental drugs and has exhausted her quirk and she has a stab wound to her thigh.” Shoto stood by his love, petting her hair with shaking hands as the doctors looked over her vitals and examined her wound.

“It looks deep, we’re going to take her to the O.R. just in case.” Shoto nodded weakly as he stared at Aimee’s unmoving face, hot tears pricking at his eyes. The doctors then wheel her back, Shoto following suit until he was stopped at the O.R. entrance. “We have it from here sir. We can’t let you past this point.”

The hero hesitated, not wanting to be away from Aimee for another second. Leaving a tearful kiss on her forehead, Shoto reluctantly took a step back, knowing he had to let the doctors do their jobs.

Hours go by as Shoto paced the ER waiting room. The other victims had also been admitted to the hospital arriving via ambulance, Endeavor and Deku rushing into the hospital shortly after. Unable to wait another minute, a disheveled Shoto walked up to the receptionist. “Is there any news? Anything at all?”

The receptionist sighed, this was the fifth time he had asked her for information. “I’ll check the system again.” She typed away at her computer, pulling up Aimee’s file. “It looks like she’s out of surgery and has been transferred to the ICU.”

“What’s her room number? I have to see her.”

“Unfortunately Mr. Todoroki I can’t give you that information. I shouldn’t have even told you this much.”

“What do you mean I can’t see her?!” Shoto scoffed, his temper starting to rage. “I filled out all of her information for her paperwork. I brought her here. I’m not a stranger off the street!”

The receptionist sunk down in her seat, her hands tied by policy. “I’m sorry but only family are allowed in the room.”

Family? This poor woman has now lost the last remaining family in her life. Her last blood relative anyway. Shoto had to be there for her. He needed to be in that room. “She’s my fiancé! I’m her family!”

He pounded his fist on the counter before he felt a large hand grip his shoulder. Looking up, he saw his father’s concerned face, Enji’s voice direct and sure as he addressed the receptionist, “We’re her family.”

The displays of raw emotion from the heroes moved the receptionist. She let out a sigh, looking over her shoulders for any other personnel. With the all-clear she leaned forward, whispering to the peppermint haired man, “Room 463.”

Armed with the coveted information, the Todorokis ran to the elevator, taking it up to the fourth floor. Getting out, they searched the halls until they found room 463. Walking in, the men finally laid eyes on Aimee.

The breath was knocked out of Shoto’s chest as he took in her frail form, hooked up to all sorts of tubes, wires, and machines. Taking in a shaky breath, he sat in the chair next to her bed. He gently took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles. “I’m here, Beautiful.” Just then, the doctor walked into the room, Shoto immediately standing, “How is she? Will she be okay?”

The doctor sighed, an apologetic look on his face, “She’s stable but she has lost a lot of blood. Because we don’t know what drugs she was given there was only so much we could do for her or risk making her worse. Unfortunately, now all we can do is wait and hope she comes to.”

All the color drained from Shoto’s face at the thought of Aimee never waking up. Turning away from the doctor, he made his way back to his beloved, kissing her cheek. He didn’t realize he was crying until he saw his teardrops on her face.

“She’ll wake up soon,” Enji said softly, moving to stand beside him. “She’s not the type to keep us waiting. She’s a spitfire after all.”

Days go by, Shoto never leaving Aimee’s side. Fellow heroes as well as former classmates all came by to visit the hospital room periodically. They brought the distraught hero food and well wishes as he waited and willed Aimee to wake up. They also updated him on the conclusion to the missing person cases. Lafayette Dubois and Colonel Faurie were deported to an American Prison, The Doc receiving a lesser charge for testifying against them.

After another long day of waiting, Shoto let himself fall asleep in his chair beside Aimee’s hospital bed. A few hours later, Aimee’s eyes finally began to flutter open. She groaned slightly as she took her in surroundings, finally locking in on Shoto’s sleeping form. “Cher?”

Shoto mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, awakened by her soft voice, “Aimee?” It wasn’t until his heterochromatic eyes focused on her face that he realized her eyes were finally open again. “Aimee!” The hero jumped out of his chair holding Aimee’s face between his palms, he couldn’t believe his eyes. “You’re awake!” Tears of joy began to stream down his face as he peppered soft kisses across her cheeks. “Thank God you came back to me, Baby…” He whispered, earning a small smile from the ravenette.

“I missed you.”

Shoto chuckled between his quiet sobs, “I missed you too.” Wiping his face, he gave Aimee another sweet kiss to her hand before rushing out to get the Doctor.

Within a few minutes, he returned with the doctor in tow, moving to sit back by her bedside. The Doctor gave the couple a smile before looking over her chart, “You lost a lot of blood so you may be a little weak for a few days. Other than a scar, you should have no permanent damage.”

Scar? Aimee carefully lifted her bedsheets to see a thick bandage on her thigh. She hummed as she carefully touched the tender area, wondering what it must look like.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Shoto whispered in shame, his head hung low. “I scared your beautiful skin.”

“Stop. I asked you to do it, mon cher,” Aimee squeezed his hand in hers. “Besides, now I can really be part of the Todoroki Clan. I have my very own scar.” She giggled weakly, earning a small smile from the hero.

“You’re a very lucky woman,” the doctor interjected on his way out of the room. “You gave your fiancé here quite a scare. He never left your side.”

Aimee quirked a brow, looking over to her beau as a pink blush began to form across his cheeks. “My fiancé huh? Did I miss something?”

The hero only let out a chuckle as he rose to his feet, leaning over the ravenette with a smirk, “Don’t worry. I intend on asking you properly soon.” With that, Shoto closed the distance between them, placing a deep and passionate kiss to her plump lips, which Aimee happily returned.

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The Girl in the Forest

Chapter 2: The Interest

// Story Masterlist //

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Summary: Maleny continues her endeavor to get Klaus to listen to her story. In the process, she befriends Davina without realizing the young girl is at her end.

Pronunciation of OC: Ma-leh-nee

No real warnings for now!

Cami had been more than concerned when her best friend, and cousin, hadn't appeared until late at night and partially drunk. Though at that moment Cami did think Maleny would be leaving and hadn't said anything. But today in the morning she found Maleny unpacking her clothes, meaning she was actually going to stay! Cami felt awful in wishing Maleny would just leave but Maleny had no business being in the city of supernatural problems. She had a life of her own and was looking through universities. She had to GO!

"I'll even pitch in and help pay for the ticket if you need help," Cami continued saying.

Maleny sat on the foot of her bed, cross-legged, and was simply watching in silence Cami pacing. She probably shouldn't think it, but it was actually very amusing watching Cami act like this. From the implanted stories she recalled Cami being overprotective of nearly everyone she cared for so Maleny wasn't surprised of this behavior. Still, she did feel guilty for letting Cami get all worried over her when in reality Maleny should be worrying over what kind of business Cami had to do with Klaus.

"Why the rush for me to leave?" she innocently asked Cami. It seemed like Cami was well informed about the supernatural creatures she lived among but to what extent?

Cami stopped pacing and looked at Maleny, "It's for your safety. This city is not what it seems, believe me."

Maleny smirked, knowing just how different the city was. It contained supernatural beings bent on world domination. Though she decided to mess with Cami for a bit and continued asking innocent questions like she had no idea.

"But don't you want to spend time together? It's been how many years since we've seen each other?"

Cami sighed, "Two years..."

It was probably the longest time the two women had seen each other, Cami thought. Maleny was twenty three and now that she could travel on her own Cami expected a lot more visits. They were awfully close and now that she was here, it hurt Cami a lot to send Maleny away. But it was the right thing to do...right?

"So why can't I stay?" Maleny threw a fake pout, making Cami sigh again and fill her with even more guilt.

"...because, the city is dangerous. There's thieves and assaults and besides, you know what happened to Sean. The O'Connell's aren't very liked right now."

"I don't care," Maleny shrugged carelessly, "I've never cared what people say about me. Plus, you and I both know that Sean didn't go crazy."

"And he didn't," Cami assured once again, "but that's not what everyone else thinks. Please, you just have to go. I can come visit you later in the year-"

"Cami, I'm not going anywhere," Maleny felt Cami deserved to know at least that detail. Maleny had no interest in leaving the city when she was so close to finding about her mystery.

"Why not?" Cami groaned and came up to Maleny, "This is city is dangerous. It's filled with-"

"Vampires?" Maleny raised an eyebrow, smirking widely as Cami looked at her with wide eyes.

"How did you...?"

"I met one last night," Maleny began to explain, deciding to leave the part where she'd done endless research out on supernatural beings out of the talk, "Well, I was almost dinner to two of them-"

"WHAT!?"

"But then another came to save me," Maleny finished with calmness, "He bought me some drinks and we talked."

"You had a drink with them?" Cami asked, knowing this wouldn't be good already, "Exactly which one?"

Maleny's smirk returned, "He was a good looking one. English accent like mine?"

Cami's eyes nearly popped out of her eyes, her face going pale as she began figuring it out, "Oh no...please tell me it wasn't..."

"The one you threatened last night - because yeah, I followed you - then I was caught and assaulted and saved and blah, blah, blah," Maleny shook her head, "But if you mean Klaus Mikaelson then yes, it was. He's kind of hot, isn't he?"

"Okay, this has gone all wrong," Cami sat down besides Maleny, her gaze stuck blankly ahead as she considered all te ways her cousin could turn out dead, "You cannot be serious..."

"He didn't eat me, clearly," Maleny gestured to herself, "No," she smiled to herself, "he was...fun - in a darkish way," she also decided to leave the part of her odd visions out of the talk. No one needed to know about that.

"Maleny, please," Cami turned to her, "please, just pick up your things and get out of here before you end up hurt."

But Maleny jumped off the bed and shrugged, "No can do. Tickets were all booked for today and besides, I've got to visit a new friend."

"You are not seeing Klaus anymore!" Cami snapped and pointed a violent finger at her cousin.

"Cami, I love you, but you can't tell me what to do," Maleny set her hands on her hips, "I'm going to go see Davina today."

"But she's at the..." Cami trailed off, feeling her heart nearly stop at the realization, "...no. Absolutely not, Mal! Look, Klaus is very dangerous, not to mention a lunatic."

"I'm more interested in seeing Davina," Maleny shrugged, "But I probably will be seeing him again. So please, don't pull a mum on me and 'ground me' or anything like that."

"Mal, just listen, please," Cami clapped her hands together, "Hear me out!"

"I'd love to but I'm heading out," Maleny walked for her bag on a table and headed for the doors. She knew Cami would bring out an entire list of pros and cons regarding her stay in the city - it was such a Cami thing to do. But unfortunately for Cami, Maleny had made up her mind and there was no changing it.

Cami ran after Maleny up to the front door, "Mal!"

"I'll see you later!" Maleny gave a big wave and hurried off.

Cami took a long breath and looked around, there was no getting rid of Maleny if the woman clearly didn't want to go. She was as stubborn as a mule. Cami would have to come up with another way to convince Maleny to leave. In the meantime, she'd be keeping a very close eye on her and try her best to keep Maleny safe.

~ 0 ~

Maleny walked into the compound's courtyard and stopped at the sight of a blonde woman: Rebekah. She tried her best to look calm and not like the woman who had watched Rebekah yesterday like a hawk. That was a sure way to die.

Rebekah was sat at one of the tables and looked up at the sound of footsteps, seeing a brunette woman across, "And you would be...?"

"Friend," Maleny said, feeling a bit sad that Rebekah didn't know how much that word actually described the relationship they apparently had. It seemed like they had been best friends by what she was beginning to remember.

Rebekah stood up with an almost condescending look, "Funny, I don't recall making any new friends today."

"I meant of Davina's," Maleny crossed her arms, "And you are?" it would be rather strange if she suddenly spoke Rebekah's name like nothing. She had to act like she knew nothing of Rebekah.

"Rebekah Mikaelson, and you?"

"Maleny," the brunette sheepishly said.

"I thought I heard the voice of the human," Klaus's voice made both women look up, Maleny frowning at the name she had been branded with, "Something wrong?"

"If we're going to keep meeting I'd appreciate if you didn't call me 'human' as my name," Maleny crossed her arms.

"I'll let you know what I come up with," he shrugged.

Maleny sent him a glare that did not go unnoticed by Rebekah, "Prick," Maleny spat.

Rebekah raised her eyebrows, "I like her," she declared with a grin.

"I've yet to decide how I feel," Klaus muttered and shook his head, motioning for Maleny to come up, "Well come on, your little witch friend woke up in a rowdy mood today."

"Well I'd be too if I was hunted down by vampires," Maleny called.

"Mm, not quite," Rebekah said, making her glance over, "Try 'upset because my one true love was poisoned by a sadistic hybrid'."

Maleny's eyes widened as she looked up at Klaus, "You did what?"

"Yes, yes, old news, really. Are you going to come up or not, Maleny?" he made sure to articulate her name for emphasis.

Maleny was still stunned of what she had heard, but she shouldn't be so surprised. She'd seen those kind of things so many times before.

"Maleny?" Klaus nearly snapped, "Hurry up."

"Was it that hard to use my name?"

"I think you should just be happy I don't call you lunch," he warned as she came up.

She scoffed, "Please, you wouldn't eat me."

Klaus felt like this was a challenge he was just itching to win. He liked to prove her wrong. In no time he had the human pinned against the wall and fangs out for display, making her shriek.

"Okay I believe you!" she cried, eyes wide with terror. Klaus smirked and let her go, receiving a slap across the face a moment after Maleny had recollected herself, "Prick," she said before going off to find Davina.

Rebekah had been watching from below and decided she now really liked Maleny, "Oh, she's good."

Even after he had felt the sting of the slap, Klaus still let a small smirk escape his lips as he followed after Maleny. After a bad-turn-of-events he could use a bit of amusement. Maleny was surprisingly good at it.

Maleny was led to Davina's room where she was greeted by a hostile Marcel who marched up to the doorway, blocking the entrance, "What the hell are you doing here?" he recalled her from yesterday.

Maleny rolled her eyes, "Is everyone going to seriously keep asking me this? I just came to see Davina, my friend."

"Marcel, move aside," Davina ordered, but the man refused, "Marcel."

With a final glare at her, Maleny was able to walk towards Davina, taking a seat beside her bed. Davina studied the brunette woman and looked back at Klaus and Marcel, "You haven't compelled her to forget?" she asked with surprise.

"I'm curious to see how this one works out," Klaus shrugged.

Davina looked back at Maleny, curiously asking, "Why are you here?" this was no place for her, just like Cami, it was best for Maleny to stay away from the compound to avoid more compulsion or trouble. Why would Maleny purposely come here? And better yet, why would she be allowed to come here? Klaus had to be having a second intention with the woman, something sinister and harmful no doubt.

"I came to see you, of course," Maleny responded, unbeknownst to her she'd pulled Davina out of her thoughts.

"Me?" Davina blinked, "Why?"

"Because we're friends," Maleny sighed with a smile, "Feel like I'm repeating myself a lot. Although I'm hopefully not getting this totally wrong because then that would be very awkward," Davina chuckled which genuinely relieved Maleny, "So are you okay?"

Davina looked at the two men and nodded for them to leave, she wanted them no where near her nor Maleny, "Go, now," she ordered.

Surprisingly, Klaus left with no arguments, Marcel opening his mouth to make a comeback but with Davina's glare he knew it was best to just go and please her.

Maleny watched them leave with a bit of confusion, "Suppose you're still a bit upset about being captured."

"'A bit' is an understatement," Davina rolled her eyes, leaning back on her bed's headboard.

"I'm sorry the plan didn't work," Maleny truthfully said to the girl, "Klaus eventually found me and I guess I just sort of put him in a worse mood which he took out on your friend."

"That was not your fault," Davina declared immediately, "that was all Klaus. He was prepared to kill me, you know. But I was thankfully protected, though it doesn't excuse them."

"I'm really sorry," Maleny sadly smiled at her, "Who was the friend, if you don't mind my asking."

"His name was Tim," Davina smiled to herself in genuine joy to recall her friend, "He was kind of special...and really talented. He could play violin like no other."

"Sounds ideally romantic for a date," Maleny commented with a sigh, "Were you and him...?"

"No," Davina looked down, "Things got in the way and we never actually started anything."

"I'm really sorry, Davina. I know what it's like to lose people," she instinctively took hold of her golden necklace that hung around her neck.

"You do?" Davina was blinking rather rapidly trying to see what Maleny was stroking.

Maleny nodded, gesturing to a locket she had around her neck, "I lost my mum, years ago...it's hard. This is kind of the only thing I have left of her."

Davina was surprised to realize she hadn't even noticed the locket on the woman's neck. What was stranger was the difficulty she had trying to see the necklace, "But…but she wasn't murdered…" she tried to act like nothing was wrong. Maleny didn't even realize there was something wrong with her necklace. She would've never actually shown it to Davina and Davina herself knew that.

"True, but in the end the pain is the same. Someone you love is dead and...there's nothing you can do about it."

"I'm gonna kill him," Davina declared in a mutter.

"Who?"

"Klaus of course, he's responsible for this. All this."

Maleny didn't know how to word her next sentences so as to not upset Davina even more, "Davina...we're friends, right?" Davina nodded, "Well, in the name of this new friendship, can I ask for a favor?"

"Sure," she shrugged.

"I need you to sort of...not kill Klaus," Maleny said, Davina's eyes widening, "Look, I know it's strange that I know you're a witch, that I know there's vampires here, but something is happening and I need Klaus to help me."

"What is it?" Davina eyed her, that feeling still not shaking off her with Maleny still holding her hand.

"It's...it's complicated, and confusing. But I really need him alive. Please don't kill him. I know you have the power to do so but please," Maleny took Davina's hand in hers and put her other hand over it as well, "I'm asking you not to."

"This is serious, isn't it?" Davina observed by the expression of urgency Maleny wore on her face.

Maleny nodded, "It really is. This is...practically my life."

"What if I can help you instead? Hm? Tell me what's going on and maybe we can do something together," Davina offered, "Like you said, I have the power."

"I'd rather not tell you here," Maleny whispered, knowing just how vampires and their super hearing worked. They could be listening to this entire conversation.

"Tell me something," Davina caught on and talked in a lower tone, "Something to get an idea."

Maleny bit her lip and let go of Davina's hand as she considered talking. Davina was a witch after all and she knew Klaus wouldn't be able to help with everything. Maleny took a breath, "Davina, I'm not going to lie, I have absolutely no idea what's going on with me. I'm scared, I'm really, properly scared. There are times where I dream of these people, these women, and I have no idea who they are. But...about a week ago, I started seeing this different women and..." Maleny's eyes watered up, "...she was me. But that woman, she was the real me, not the me you're seeing right now."

"What do you mean by that?" Davina raised an eyebrow, "I'm not seeing you for real? ...or...?"

"Davina this isn't my body," Maleny gestured to herself, "This isn't my hair," she tugged on her short, brown hair, "These aren't my eyes," she pointed at her brown eyes, "And did I mention that this isn't my body!?"

"Are you saying you jumped bodies?" Davina leaned back with suspicion. That could be part of the reason why she felt something weird whenever she touched hands with Maleny, "You're really not supposed to do that, you know. The original owner is tucked away in the mind and if she's anything powerful than she'll try to claim her body back."

"I know," Maleny rubbed her face with a deep sigh, "and it scares me to death. I don't know how I got into this body, nor why, but I really want to get out of it."

"I don't get this, then, why do you need Klaus' help? If anything, you really need a witch."

"Because I know this has something to do with him," Maleny lowered her hands from her face, "I have dreams of women that he knew perfectly well - and I mean like, really knew well," Davina shivered and looked away, "and then I saw myself, the real me, with him...also really knowing him.

"Aw c'mon, you can do so much better," Davina made a face at the idea.

"What ever happened to me is related with Klaus. So I need his help to figure out what's happened to me. I can't remember many things about the original me. I only have bits and pieces from the other women I dreamt about."

"Okay," Davina started to really think, "well, first thing's first, there's a perception filter placed on your necklace," she pointed to said necklace on Maleny.

"What?" Maleny quickly grabbed the locket and looked at it. It bore no picture of her true mother, but all she had knowledge of her original life was that the locket belonged to her birth mother.

"Yeah, at first I didn't really know what it was, but now that you tell about this, I'm pretty sure," Davina nodded, "Someone placed a perception filter on your necklace so no one can really tell you're wearing it unless you bring it to their attention - like you did with me."

"Why would someone do that?" Maleny scowled.

"To keep you hidden, I suppose," Davina studied Maleny curiously, "Are you human?"

"What?" Maleny blinked at the sudden question.

"Yeah, are you human?"

"Well...no, I don't think so...or...I don't know, really," Maleny scratched her head, "I'm not a vampire, I know that one for sure. Um, no wolf either..."

"Witch, then?" Davina began to smile, "Maybe you're one of us."

"I don't know, Davina," Maleny shook her head, "For right now, I just really want to get back to my body. And I have no idea what that could possibly be."

"I can help you," Davina assured, getting on her knees and nodding with determination, "You helped me when you had no idea who I was. I like you Maleny, and I'm going to help you."

Maleny smiled brightly through her watery eyes that threatened to spill her tears very soon, "Yeah? You mean that?"

Davina nodded, "Yeah, I can start by maybe-" but suddenly, she gasped deeply and seemed like she was choking. Maleny jumped out of her seat when Davina started vomiting dirt, "Oh my god! Davina!" she screamed.

At the commotion, Klaus and Marcel re-entered the room, Marcel immediately running to Davina's side, "What did you do!?" he demanded from Maleny.

"I didn't!" she shook her head frantically, "She just...she did that on her own!"

"Bloody hell is going on?" Klaus looked at the dirt on the bed.

"I didn't do anything," Maleny turned to him desperately, "I promise!"

There was no chance to say more when an earthquake, a rather big one, struck the entire building. Maleny stumbled back against the wall, watching in horror as her friend simply continued coughing up more dirt.

~ 0 ~

Later on in the day, when Davina had calmed down, Rebekah entered the room in a rather displeased manner. Maleny had been taking care of the girl, despite Davina's pleads for her to leave as something was not right and she didn't want Maleny getting caught in the middle of it. Maleny wouldn't have it and that was the end of that argument.

"I need to talk to Davina," Rebekah announced to Maleny, "A moment, please?"

Maleny looked at Davina who nodded for her to go. Maleny stood from her seat and walked out of the room, but not before grazing Rebekah's shoulder and receiving another vision.

"Rebekah, really, all you have to do is gather the fruit," the blonde woman, Maleny, huffed and put her hands on her hips.

Rebekah shook her head at the basket on the ground beside her, "I always pick out the mushy ones," she picked up the basket and held it out for Maleny, "You do it," she said with a clean smile.

"Oh, and in the meantime good ole Rebekah is going to lounge around the place, searching out for potential playmates," Maleny rolled her eyes.

"You insult me," Rebekah put a hand on her chest.

Though the two blondes looked at each other for a moment before bursting into a laughter together.

Maleny stopped in front of the railing and rubbed her temples as the pain from the vision slowly faded away.

"Something the matter, little human?" Klaus wondered from across, having been watching her the moment she'd stepped out of Davina's room.

"Again with the name," Maleny sighed.

"I was just curious of what was bothering you, seems like pain," Klaus observed the closer he got to her, "Something in your mind, perhaps?" he reached to touch her.

"No!" Maleny swatted his hand away and stepped back, "I'm fine, thank you."

"What's got you so troubled?"

"Mm, apart from the fact that I learned you murdered practically a child, my new friend vomited dirt and caused an earthquake," Maleny reminded, "Yes, perhaps it's the change of climate that's got me troubled."

"I could make you forget," Klaus reminded as if it were a threat for her.

"Like you did with Cami," Maleny crossed her arms, "Don't you even dare to do that with me, got it?" she warned, pointed at him, "I've got a lot of things I need to remember."

'Like what?" he took her finger and used it to take her.

Maleny let out a small gasp as she saw something more, but this time it wasn't just her that saw it...

"Ouch, it really hurts," Maleny, as blonde, limped as she walked through the forest.

Klaus was beside her with an arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders as he helped her walk through, "You ought to be less of a klutz you know."

"Oh, that's polite," Maleny hit him on the chest, "Have you no manners?"

"No, I think Elijah took all that."

"Doesn't work that way, I'm afraid," Maleny sighed, "My father is going to be so upset when he sees me. He'll yell at me and tell me it was all my fault, which it probably was."

"It was not your fault, Maleny. He'll have to understand that," Klaus said, though neither he nor Maleny believed that one bit.

"Mine will when yours will," Maleny said instead.

"When my father sees you he'll surely blame me and then proceed to say how one of my other siblings should have accompanied you instead," Klaus rolled his eyes in a 'discreet' way, "Perhaps like Elijah."

"This would have happened whether it was you, Elijah or even Finn for that matter. You're right," Maleny chuckled, "I'm a terrible klutz who can't walk two inches without tripping."

"Be sure to say that when you explain that to the others, yeah?"

Maleny glanced at him with a soft smile, "Don't let go until we get home?" she countered, consciously knowing he'd been holding her a bit closer.

"I think that sounds fair," he pretended to think about it, making her chuckle.

Klaus let go of Maleny's hand and stepped back, both horrified and confused of what he'd just seen, "How did you...how did you see that?" he demanded.

For the first time, Maleny felt frightened of the man that stood before her, "I...I don't know," she turned and tried hurrying off.

"Oh no you don't, love, you're staying here," Klaus yanked her back by the arm, "It seems we have a lot to talk about."

"I don't know what's going, I promise," Maleny insisted, shaking her hands.

"Those were my memories and there is no way a simple human could see that unless I granted them permission," he sneered, "And I most certainly did not give you permission."

"Klaus, I don't know what's going on..." Maleny looked down, her tears streaming down her face, "...this is what I needed help on."

"How do you know her?" he demanded, though his voice had lowered down to that of a mere whisper. It appeared no matter how long it had been he was still not quite over her disappearance.

"I'm really sorry," Maleny yanked herself out of his grasp and rushed away, deciding it was best to leave the compound for the moment.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Rebekah came out of Davina's room, only half-hearing the conversation that had occurred.

"We need to talk," Klaus declared with a grim face. He could later, and would, find Maleny and discuss the matters they'd seen together.

~ 0 ~

The Mikaelson siblings were gathered in the living room, a very displeased and secretly frightened Klaus pacing back and forth, describing what exactly had happened with Maleny earlier.

"And you saw my old best friend suddenly?" Rebekah raised an eyebrow, leaning back on her spot on the couch. She wasn't taking his brother's words seriously, to be honest.

"Yes!" Klaus nearly shouted.

Rebekah and Elijah glanced at each other, not sure on how to act upon the situation.

"You saw Maleny Rowan?" Elijah questioned for confirmation, "As in the village girl our family was so fond of back in our days before we were vampires?"

"The very same one," Klaus sighed with frustration at the lack of attention his siblings seemed to pay, "It was my memory."

"And what? Maleny stole it?" Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Look, so you meet a girl with the same name and you start thinking about your lost love, big deal. I hardly see the concern here," she stood up and sighed, "If you ask me it's more of your guilt finally catching up to you."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.

Rebekah looked back at Elijah but the man simply raised his hands and let her remind their brother of the story, "Fine," Rebekah muttered and stared directly at Klaus, "We all know that Maleny Rowan disappeared a while after we became vampires. The funny thing was that there was never any body found," she stepped closer to Klaus with narrowed eyes, "Nothing was recovered, there were no animals nearby, certainly no wolves, nothing that could show it had been some animal attack."

"And what are you trying to say, hm?" Klaus took a step forwards, both siblings confronting each other with dark glares.

"Maleny Rowan was like a sister to me, the woman you once loved as a human and vampire. Don't act like you had nothing to do with that."

"I didn't!"

"Just admit it," Rebekah scoffed, "Anything that loves you ends up hurt and/or dead. That's exactly what happened to Maleny Rowan, wasn't it? It's the story that repeats itself with any other woman."

"No, I don't know what happened to her," Klaus snapped, "She just disappeared and it had nothing to do with me."

"Mhm, right," Rebekah looked him over with disbelief, "Well you know what, that's always been a mystery to me and everyone else, so I'm gonna go ahead and discover what happened to her. And when I confirm that you killed her...well, it'll be a fairly interesting battle between us, you'll see," Rebekah turned on her heels and walked out of the room.

"That went exceptionally well," Elijah sighed.

"Oh go ahead and blame me for the girl's death as well," Klaus threw his hands in the air and headed for the small bar counter across.

"I do not blame you, brother. I can tell your honesty just by remembering the grief you wore on the day Maleny disappeared," Elijah stood up, "It's the same face you're wearing right now. It can't be faked."

Klaus had grabbed a glass and started pouring himself a drink, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"There is no shame in mourning a lost loved one," Elijah joined him at the counter, "Maleny was a very sweet girl, she truthfully had the hearts of everyone in our family, including father's and we all know how difficult it was to please him."

"Maleny had the quality we all seemed to lack," Klaus said before drinking down his entire glass.

Elijah smiled, letting a small laugh escape from him, "I always wondered what it was, did you ever figure it out?"

"No, I didn't want to. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to know why a human has knowledge of my memories," Klaus set his glass down with a thud, "And I think I shall go do that right now."

"Brother wait," Elijah said before Klaus even stood, "I know your tendencies are...well, for lack of a better word, rude, so perhaps you should try a new approach?"

Klaus remembered Maleny's words from last night, recalling her plead of help, and nodded, "I think you may be right," he smirked, heading for the doors.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Elijah called.

"Be the good person and say, 'of course I'll help'," Klaus mocked a sweet person's tone, "What I always do. In the meantime, go talk to a witch about Davina, no? Get some errands done."

Elijah nodded, and motioned for him to go on. Klaus gave a small salute and headed out to find the human with his memories.

~ 0 ~

Maleny walked down the streets with Kieran beside her, the man adamant that she take her belongings and leave the city, and if possible with Cami as well. He had taken Cami's words from last night and listened, both of them were in danger if they stuck around. He'd already lost one nephew, he would not lose Cami and Maleny, a girl who was almost like a niece as well.

"I'm not going anywhere and that's that," Maleny muttered, her arms crossed.

"But why not? Weren't you looking into universities back in England?" Kieran reminded, "What are you going to do if you stay here?"

"I can try to enroll here where Cami goes."

"Maleny, please listen to me," Kieran stopped walking and turned to her, "Please, go away."

"I can't, I really can't," Maleny shook her head, swallowing hard, "There are things that I need to fix and I can't leave without doing so."

"What things? Tell me and I can fix them for you!"

"Doesn't work like that," Maleny continued walking, "I'm staying and that is final."

"Smart choice, love," Klaus came from around the corner, bumping into the woman, "because we need to talk."

Maleny's breath hitched as she stepped away. She knew what occurred back at the compound wasn't over but she didn't expect Klaus to appear so early, "What do you want?"

"Question is what do you want?" he countered.

"You're...you're helping me, now?"

"Show me your proof, proof of whatever is going wrong and perhaps I'll help."

"Maleny," Kieran moved over to them again, "I'd rather you stay away from this-"

"Not happening," Maleny cut him off, her eyes locked on Klaus, "If you're going to help me then fine, I'll be around later and give you everything I have," she looked at Kieran with a nod, "I'll be at Cami's if you need me."

"Actually," Kieran began but the woman had already started walking away, "I'd rather you start packing!"

"Oh give it a rest," Klaus shook her head, "She's not going anywhere."

"She is going to get herself killed like Cami!" Kieran argued.

"Who exactly is 'Maleny' to you and Cami?"

"Maleny was adopted by my sister and her husband in England."

"Adopted niece, got it," Klaus nodded, motioning with a hand for Kieran to continue. He needed to know all he could find out about Maleny, no matter how small.

Kieran sighed, "Maleny was about six when she met Cami and Sean, all three became like best friends. So you will understand that I will defend Maleny like Cami, blood or not, she is family to me."

"You'll be relieved to know I have no intention of harming the woman," Klaus waved him off, truthfully meaning that for the moment, "Now on to other business, we need to talk about some...chaos," he couldn't find another word to describe the oncoming dilemmas the city would be enduring.

"How do you mean?"

"Davina's basically on a self-destruct sequence. The Harvest, being incomplete, has finally taken a toll on the girl."

"What?" Kieran frowned.

"I got the phone call," Klaus mimicked a phone with his hand, "It was Elijah who spoke to Sophie. Davina can't last with all that power she took from the other Harvest Girls and so she's starting a very deadly cycle here. According to Sophie, as Davina self-destructs, she'll cycle through four stages that represent the four elements that bound together the Harvest."

"The earthquake?" Kieran blinked as he just now realized.

"Yes. Earth stage comes first. Then comes wind, and since each stage is more intense than the last, let's just say you'll blow the roof off this place. Then after the wind is water. Rain, flood..."

"How bad?"

"Quite bad, actually, but that's not the worst of it. The last stage is fire, and since it's the last it will be by far the worst. But, I didn't take over this town to watch it burn to the ground."

"You can stop this, right?"

"Yes, but you're not gonna like how."

Kieran closed his eyes, knowing exactly what needed to be done, "They need to complete the Harvest, don't they?"

"Exactly," Klaus nodded, not too happy himself about it. Finishing the Harvest meant the witches received more power.

~ 0 ~

Maleny was running about in her room of Cami's house when there came a knock. She knew it couldn't be Cami as she was out of the city for the day. She ran out of the room and opened the door to find Rebekah on the other side, "What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, probably not the person you expected, am I right?" Rebekah stuffed her hands inside her coat's pockets, acting so casually despite all the chaos that was happening outside.

"I don't...I don't understand," Maleny leaned out to check for anyone else, "Is Klaus sending you to make sure I don't run or something?"

Rebekah scoffed, "I'm no babysitter. I came to talk. Can I come in?"

"As the rules go I don't own the house, Cami does and she's not home," Maleny crossed her arms, her eyes suspiciously narrowing down, "What do you want to talk about with me?"

"Quite a lot, beginning with that vision you had about my brother and an old friend of mine. Ring a bell?" Rebekah noticed how Maleny seemed to tense at the mention, "I take that as a 'yes'."

"Look, your brother finally agreed to take a look into my issue. And when he and I have spoken, I'll be more than glad to explain it to you."

"You seem very nice," Rebekah began, "And let me tell you that 'nice' is going to get you killed in this city. But that's apart from everything else. Right now, my brother sees you as something interesting, something of an asset, do you understand?"

Maleny crossed her arms, "Like a toy, yes, I get it."

"So the moment my brother sees you as a useless asset he will kill you."

"He won't," Maleny said, surprising Rebekah with the assurance the brunette woman had in her tone.

"You don't realize it, but if he agrees to help you it'll be because he's interested in what you can offer to his 'kingdom' and power," Rebekah insisted.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Maleny asked, it was really no surprise Klaus would see her like that. She did manage to recall some of his behavior with power and it was never good.

"Because, if you are going to sell yourself as an asset then you might as well join the right team," Rebekah smirked.

Maleny raised an eyebrow, "I'm not selling myself as an asset," she frowned, "…what kind of team?"

Rebekah smiled, "The one that takes the entire city of New Orleans."

"I don't want the city," Maleny declared whilst making a face, "That is probably the last thing on my mind, believe me. And, anyways, why would I join this team? I'm trying to get on your brother's good side and I'm pretty sure the moment he finds out that I joined his sister's little conspiracy team I will be dead."

"I thought you said he wouldn't kill you," Rebekah tilted her head with a cheeky smile.

"If there is one thing your brother despises is treachery," Maleny remained firm, "and I will not make that mistake."

"How would you know that, though?" Rebekah raised an eyebrow, now even more intrigued, "You just met him."

"I know a lot more than you think," Maleny informed seriously.

"Then for that same reason you should consider my offer," Rebekah shrugged, "I'll help you in what ever you need or want, and in return I ask for your help to take what's rightfully mine. This city was not constructed just by Klaus, nor him and Elijah. I helped too and I deserve to get a share, most importantly I deserve to be happy."

"And you think by taking the city you'll be happy?" Maleny crossed her arms, "I can tell you I accept your offer and we can take the city, but I can tell you right now that even if you did that…you still wouldn't be happy. Ever heard of 'money and power isn't everything?'"

"I'm leaving you to think about this," Rebekah warned, careful not to let teary eyes slip up her authoritative appearance, "And I implore you to consider my offer. Unlike Klaus I will not double-cross you and I would never harm you."

Maleny sighed, "Was this all?"

"No. I also came on behalf of Davina."

"H-how is she?"

"She's...sedated," Rebekah finished slowly, Maleny's eyes widening with horror, "She's basically dying and if we don't do something then she'll take the whole city, if not the world."

"Why are you telling me this? What can I do?"

"She was asking for you," Rebekah shrugged, "Figured it'd do her good to see you there when she woke up...when she wakes up," she winced, "I sort of sedated her a bit too much."

"Look, I will be there as soon as I get some things I need," Maleny promised, "Tell her I promise I'll come quick."

Rebekah nodded, "Alright, do be careful though. There's a flood to come."

"I will."

"And think about my offer, please."

Maleny gave a slight nod and closed the door on the Original. She turned and leaned against the door, taking a deep breath. Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, and her only hope of true help was currently dying.

~ 0 ~

After discovering that Davina had been stolen by Marcel, Rebekah and Klaus had set out to find her in the meantime Elijah looked over the consecration of the witch Celeste to begin the Harvest. Unfortunately, things were not going as well as Sophie had figured out that Celeste's bones had no magic in them.

They would need another powerful witch.

And what other powerful witch than Esther Mikaelson?

And that was how Esther was consecrated into New Orleans land, thus concluding the preparation for the Harvest and allowing Sophie to conduct it herself. In the meantime, Rebekah had managed to find Davina and Marcel somewhere near the docks. It had taken a lot to get them both into the city, though Marcel agreed when Davina agreed and Davina agreed only when Rebekah agreed to a certain desire.

"Why am I here?" Maleny hissed at Rebekah as the two walked underneath an umbrella in the cemetery. It was pouring rain and she was shivering under her thin coat.

Maleny had been surprised to find Rebekah once more at the doorstep of Cami's house and was even more shocked to find that she was needed at the cemetery on a request of Davina. Rebekah had withheld the information on the reason why Davina was at the cemetery until it was absolutely necessary. The two, along with Klaus, Elijah and Hayley, walked down the cemetery, trying their best to ignore the foul climate.

"Because Davina wanted you here," Rebekah hissed right back, "Now shush."

"Don't you shush me," Maleny snapped, although all conversation was lost when she saw three girls, that were quite dead, laid down in a row on the ground.

Sophie Deveraux stood beside them with the ceremonial athame over the flames, awaiting the needed girl. Maleny looked in horror, not sure of whether to run or help the girls...well, they were dead how could she help them?

"What is going on here?" Maleny whispered, glancing at the others for help.

Rebekah sighed and whispered into Maleny's ear what exactly was about to happen. Upon hearing the explanation, Maleny's eyes widened in terror. She didn't have the chance to say anything on it when a fire sprouted near the entrance, startling the whole group.

"Fire," Sophia breathed.

A couple seconds later, Marcel arrived at the site holding Davina, more fire following him with each step he took. Once at the altar, Marcel set Davina down. She looked past Sophie to see Maleny standing with teary eyes, "I'm going to help you when this is over," she promised.

Sophia took the athame and moved to stand in front of Davina, "Do you believe in the harvest?"

Davina took a breath and nodded nervously, "I believe."

Sophia raised the blade up and slit Davina's throat, the girl falling back with a stumble as the blood oozed down her neck. Marcel caught her before she fell and laid her on the ground along with the rest of the girls, everyone noticing how her skin glowed gold as the magic left her body and flowed back into the earth was was planned. The pouring rain had come to a stop and the sky was cleared once more.

"After the Harvest comes the Reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones," Sophia said and awaited for the resurrection to begin. When nothing happens, everyone looked at each other with growing nervousness, "We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones..." Sophie tried again but nothing happened, making her come closer to tears, "Resurrect your chosen ones..."

Nothing.

"Please?" Sophie choked out, "I beg..." but nothing happened.

Something had gone wrong.

Sophie dropped to her knees and started crying, knowing she had failed her sister and niece. Maleny blinked with tears in her eyes, looking at Rebekah, "You went with this plan?" she whisper-shouted, "This is...awful."

Marcel looked at everyone with a glare, but none harder than Klaus, before he sped off. Not a few seconds later did Klaus speed away to follow. Maleny shook her head and moved closer to the girls, her tears streaming down her face, "Oh Davina..."

It didn't even matter that her hope for a witch's help had disappeared. Her friend had just died. A sweet, innocent girl had died on account of a crazy witch myth or whatever it was. She actually had to stop and wonder if she truly wanted to find out what was going on with her life, why she kept having those visions and why she wasn't in her own body.. Would it mean she'd enter this kind of world of utter chaos where the innocent died? Was it worth it?

~ 0 ~

Klaus and Rebekah sat back in the study of the compound, having a drink after everything that happened...it was necessary.

"This whole thing was doomed from the start, you know?" Klaus leaned back on his spot, "Yes, we saved the city, and I'm not complaining about the witches losing their power, but this did not go down the way I thought it would. You surprised me, though. You were quite resourceful today. How did you find them down at the docks?"

Rebekah flashed a smirk, "You're not the only one with clever little spies in the quarter, Nik."

"Sometimes I think I don't give you your due, little sister."

"I knew Elijah's plan was mad, but I really thought it would work," Rebekah sighed.

"So did I. I was sure Davina would survive. There was so much life in her."

"What about the power?" Rebekah raised an eyebrow, "Four were supposed to rise, and none did. Where did all that power go?"

Klaus considered her words with actual thought, a bit surprised he hadn't thought of that sooner. Rebekah was right, the Harvest had worked with the power. It flowed back into the earth and then...it had just vanished? Power like that couldn't just disappear.

His thoughts were cut short when a familiar scent filled the room, "Well I have to admit you coming back is an actual surprise," he glanced over to Maleny.

The woman had changed into pure black clothes, her hair tied into a low-ponytail. She stood at the doorway with a shoulder bag, "I brought proof," she announced in a low-volume voice.

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, "Proof? Of what?"

Klaus ignored her as he stood up, setting his drink on the table and walking up to Maleny, "Well, let's talk shall we?" he gestured for her to walk out first.

Without a word, Maleny turned and walked. Rebekah stared after them with growing curiosity but decided to stay back for once. Too much had already happened today, she needed a simple break.

~ 0 ~

Maleny looked around at all the paintings that surrounded the new room she found herself in, Klaus's room. She took several steps around as she took some in, "You did these?"

"Don't believe it?" Klaus put his hands behind his back, standing beside a table where he expected to see such evidence Maleny said she'd brought.

"They're so...grim," Maleny made a face as she turned to face him, "Why?"

"Art critique?"

"Simple curiosity," Maleny corrected before sighing, "I'm into art as well but...I like the lively ones, not the ones that make me think of death," she moved over to the table and set her bag on it, "But I'm not here to talk about art, I'm here because I need help."

"And what exactly do you need help with?" he raised an eyebrow.

Maleny took a small breath as she spread out several yellow folders in a row on the table, one paper faced down at the end, "I don't know whats going on nor why it's going on," she began, "But I believe that I am having dreams of women that are dead, simple women with no special pattern...except..." her eyes looked up at Klaus, "...except they all knew one person."

Klaus gave her an odd look before going ahead and opening up the folders, leaving the paper faced down. He blinked incredulously at the pictures and descriptions he read from each file, "What the hell is this?" he demanded.

"I have no idea," Maleny sighed, "But I keep dreaming, or having visions, whatever you want to call it, about these women. This is a recent," she pointed to the folder nearest to them, "Maya Sterling," she tapped the picture of the woman, "From what I saw she was American, lived in the 20th century of New Orleans...then died in a fire, apparently. There's one not too far apart after her, but I haven't gotten all the details. Her name was Khalinda Ayama and she lived in New York, late 20's."

As Klaus took a look at Maya's file, Maleny moved around him to the other end of the table where she'd placed the paper faced down. She picked it up and held it to her chest, recalling her last vision she had only about an hour ago, the one that made her decide to come and ask for Klaus's help. She needed to do this, she needed to.

"And then I had visions about her," she turned to Klaus with the paper now facing him, bearing the picture, or a small painted description, of a blonde woman with blue eyes.

"Maleny..." Klaus whispered and took the paper from her, "...not you," he clarified a minute later, "This was...how did you even get these?"

Maleny swallowed, "I keep seeing them, Klaus, all of them. And there is nothing special about them, only one thing in common...and we both know what that is."

"It's all the women I've ever had affection for," he nodded and set the paper down.

"No, it's the women you grew to love," Maleny snapped, "Don't degrade them in front of me. Please..." she shook her head, sighing deeply, "...there's something you need to know, apart from all this," she swallowed and took a small pause, "...Klaus, that picture you were holding, of the 'other Maleny', um...I sort of am that Maleny," and she tried really hard not to shake under Klaus's glare, "You have to believe me, alright? This body you see is not mine. That one's mine," she pointed at the picture, "I am Maleny, but this is not my body."

"Impossible," Klaus declared without a second thought. The woman had to be lying. There was no way his Maleny could ever stand in today's world, alive.

"You think I'm lying, of course," Maleny sighed, "Why wouldn't you? I should be dead, right? But I'm really not. I'm here," she gestured to herself, "Someone put me in this body."

"You are not Maleny," Klaus declared, nearly warning her to say otherwise.

"I am, even if I can't remember most of that life," Maleny stepped closer to him, "And I'll prove it," she took his hands and placed them on her temples, forcing him to look into her mind, "Look," she closed her eyes and took a breath, showing him her vision, the reason why she stood there at the moment.

"Come back wretched girl!" a middle-aged man yelled as he ran with all his speed, through the forest.

A young blonde woman was running ahead of him, away from him. She grabbed the sides of her dress in an effort to increase her speed. Her long, blonde hair bounced wildly as she made several turns here and there, anything to escape the booming roars of the man.

"I will teach you to respect your father!"

"No!" she cried, tripping on a branch and landing on her knees on the ground. She heard the distance sounds of mens' voices and glanced to the side, seeing two very familiar figures not that far from her. She sighed, even though she was in great possible danger, she felt her heart warm at the sight of one of them, "Klaus..." she whispered with a smile.

"Maleny!" her father neared, making her snap out of her short trance.

She yelped, reality snapping back, and she quickly scrambled to get up, "No!"

And she continued on her way, not noticing the two Mikaelson brothers looking in the direction she was in, barely catching her figure run off...followed by the furious father.

"Maleny!" he screamed.

When Maleny opened her eyes tears strolled down her face, "I was confused whether or not to come here and ask for your help. But do you see it? For some time I wasn't sure how I was feeling. I knew something was wrong but I didn't know what. And then I saw this vision. I remembered. This is not my body. I am that girl in the forest but I don't know how I got here. There is an entire life-story in my head that belongs to this body, and it's not mine. You have to help me. In the name of what you once felt for the girl in the forest, help me."

Klaus simply stared at her with a blank expression, there were no words to describe how he felt after seeing what he'd seen. He remembered those days before he'd actually met Maleny Rowan. Her father had been just as terrible and cruel as his own was, the only difference being that Maleny Rowan was truly alone. She had no one but her father. He remembered the stories she'd told him after they'd met and...'courted', or what ever it'd be called in those times. He truly did come to love her, as a human and vampire, he could not ignore that as much as he tried. If there was even a chance to save the true Maleny, he would do it.

For Maleny Rowan, he'd do it.

"You've piqued my interest," he declared, trying to act as unattached to the case as possible, "We have a lot of work to do, Maleny Woods."

Maleny nodded, looking down as she took a breath, "Thank you," she whispered with so much relief.

Perhaps...this was the beginning of her peace as well.

#klaus mikaelson x oc #klaus mikaelson x original female character #the originals #the originals fic #klaus mikaelson imagines #the originals imagines #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #Camille O'Connell #hayley marshall #rebekah mikaelson

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private tutor | part one

“You fall to your knees, hands clasped together, ‘Please, Namjoon; I’m willing to do anything.’ The last word causes him to look away from his book and down at you, taking in your rather pathetic self. A smirk stretches across his lips, ‘Anything?’”

[tutor!namjoon x reader]

genre: college!au, humor

word count: 3.8k

a/n: sooo, another reupload! originally, i only posted 2/3 parts because i never got around to finishing the final part aksjkajksd. but i’m working on that lol. in the meantime, i edited this part and part two will be up soon. enjoy! xoxo

part one / part two / part three

Well, this is awkward.

You had always considered yourself to be a rather good student. You made decently good grades in all of your classes and tried to attend them on a daily basis, but what you had not anticipated was this: a failing grade in chemistry. A big, fat red F marked the top of your grade report, and you had to do a double take to make sure you were seeing things right.

Not once in your life have you ever made anything below a C. This had to be the devil’s work, you were sure of it. Was it even possible to make an F? You put in effort into this class—it wasn’t like you weren’t trying.

“Y/n, you’re failing my class.”

Looking up at your professor, you can only manage a sheepish smile. “I can see that…”

“Care to explain?”

Biting your lip, you don’t really know what to say. Well, what could you really say? You thought that you were doing well in the class, but apparently you were assuming wrong. “I don’t really know.”

Your professor sighs, “Is it the concepts we’re learning in class? Are you not understanding them?”

“No, no,” you shake your head, “I understand the basics, but I guess when you ask us to apply everything together…I’m not really seeing the big picture.”

If you were to be honest with yourself, you absolutely hated chemistry. The basics—like the elements on the periodic table and electrons—were easy enough; but once different concepts got combined, your brain became a jumbled mess. A lot of math was involved and you hated that too. You really didn’t know why you had to take this class anyway because you for sure did not want to pursue a degree or future job in this field.

“The end of the grading period is coming up,” your professor says. “It’s going to be quite difficult to bring up that grade.”

You look at her desperately, “There has to be something. Please help me!”

There was no way you were going to have an F on your transcripts. It was only your first year of college and getting a failing grade definitely would not be a great way to start. Even though you don’t like this class, you don’t want it to ruin the rest of your college career.

“I would love to help you, but I can’t with finals coming up.” You frown at her words, feeling dejected.

“Do you have tutors?” you ask.

She nods, “Yes, but I’m sure that they’re all booked for the rest of the semester already.”

This cannot be happening right now. “Please professor; I can’t fail your class.”

It’s embarrassing how desperate you are right now. You’re practically begging the woman for something that was completely your fault. You can’t help but think back to every mistake you made on the tests and wonder why you didn’t study harder. For a second, you also contemplate the pros and cons of dropping out. It wouldn’t be that bad, right?

“Well, there might be something,” she says and suddenly all thoughts of dropping out fade away. You look at her almost too eagerly and ask what that certain something is. “I have this student who isn’t a tutor of mine, per se, but he did ace my class.”

Your optimism dims a little, “He isn’t a chem tutor?”

“No, he’s actually a philosophy major,” your professor says and you start thinking about dropping out again, “but he is very intelligent and does well in all subjects, y/n. I’m nearly positive he will offer to help you before this final.”

Great. Your only hope was someone who wasn’t even a chemistry major. “Who is he?”

Your professors smiles before telling you his name.

***

Kim Namjoon. You practice saying his name a few times out loud.

According to your chemistry professor, he is a third-year student, set to graduate a semester early or something, and a philosophy major. He had apparently made a perfect A+ in her class and was some kind of genius. However, that was the extent of the knowledge you possessed about him. In your short few months here, you have never run into anyone named Kim Namjoon—you didn’t even know what he looks like.

Your professor just told you who he was and where you might find him, which could literally be anywhere on campus. And, in all honesty, you felt kind of hopeless. Finals were less than a month away and you still don’t know how you're going to pass. As you left your professor’s office and walk back to your dorm room, you feel more confused than ever.

Where are you supposed to find Namjoon?

“How’d your meeting go?” your roommate, Ara, asks.

You shut the door behind you, “Horrible.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she smiles. “What, are you failing or something?”

When you fall onto your bed and turn to give her a look, she curses and you can’t help but agree. “I’m completely done for.”

“And it’s only the first semester—if you’re struggling now, imagine how it’ll be the next three years…”

You groan into your pillows, “Imdroppingout.”

Ara sighs, “You’re being too hard on yourself. All you need is a C to pass. You know what they say—C’s gets degrees.”

“Howaisuppdtogtac?” you ask, but Ara can’t understand a word you say so you raise your head and repeat: how am I supposed to get a C?

“Did you ask for extra credit or help?”

You sit up and lean your back against the wall. “No one fucking gives extra credit anymore; this is college, not grade school where you can bring your teacher an apple and get five points added to your test.”

“Truth,” your roommate nods, “these college professors are savage.”

“But I did ask for help,” you say. “She’s apparently too busy to help me though.”

Ara sighs and gives you a look of sympathy. “Worst case scenario will be that you have to retake chem...”

The thought of having to take that class again makes death seem much more appealing. There was no way you were about to step foot into that lecture hall again or sit in another lab. You just wanted to put chemistry behind you already. Life was way too short to be worrying so much about one damn class.

“My professor actually recommended me a tutor,” you tell your roommate and her ears perk up immediately.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” she looks at you like you’re an idiot, which you evidently are.

“He’s not a chem major,” you try to explain.

Ara just nods, “Okay, so like biology? Bio majors take chemistry too.”

You just shake your head, “He’s actually…a philosophy major.”

Silence engulfs the room for a moment, Ara looking at you with the wildest expression. It's like she is trying to understand the situation, and somehow make philosophy equal chemistry, but nothing is adding up. Her mouth opens and closes multiple times. You don’t blame her or her reaction because you felt the exact same way.

“Exactly,” you tell her. “That is why I’m fucked.”

“I am so sorry, y/n,” she places a hand over her heart, “should I begin preparing your funeral arrangements now?”

You throw one of the pillows on your bed at her, but Ara just catches it with laughter. “Why the hell are you laughing?”

“I think that you will be fine,” she tries to appease you. “Find this philosophy dude and try to get him to become your tutor. At this point, he seems to be your only saving grace.”

“Even if I wanted to be tutored by some smartass philosophy major,” you begin, still not entirely sure if you want to meet up with him, “I don’t know where the hell to find him.”

Your roommate says something along the lines of going to see the head of student relations, and that’s when a light bulb goes off in your head—you have a friend who works in the administration building. If anyone can help you locate this Namjoon dude, it will be that person. And as soon as this idea fills your mind, you decide that you better not waste any time and jump off the bed, rushing to the door.

“Where are you going? You don’t have another class today,” Ara questions as you grab your student ID.

“I’ll be back!” you say a little too excitedly and practically run to the other side of the campus.

By the time you get to the academic building, you’re sweating up a storm. It was the beginning of November already, which meant cooler autumn days. But today, Mother Nature paid a particularly warm visit and the bi-polar weather was something you hated. You walk up the pretty white steps and open the double doors into a space of cool air-conditioned goodness. You take a moment to bask in the contrast from outside before walking up to the secretary.

“Hi,” you greet the woman dressed in all red. “Is Min Yoongi in today?”

Even though you have become well acquainted with the boy over the last few months, you have no idea what his set schedule is. You two had one class together—a history course you both struggled to stay awake in; besides that, you never saw him around much. All you knew was that Yoongi was always busy with his multiple jobs around campus, which was weird since the last time you saw him, he was asleep in the library. He probably passed out from exhaustion.

“Yes, he is.” You breathe a sigh of relief. Thank the heavens. “He is currently right up the stairs; second door to the left.”

You thank the secretary and follow her directions until you reach the second door on the left. The door was slightly cracked open. Peeping in, you see Yoongi tapping away on a keyboard and you lightly tap three times on the wood. He types a few more times before saying to come in.

Pushing the door open, he looks over at you and nearly does a double-take. “Y/n?”

He seems surprised to see you, especially since you’ve never come by before.

You fall into an empty seat. “Hey, Yoongi.”

“Should I be…worried?” he questions, turning back to his computer.

“Depends,” you tell him.

“On what?”

“Do you know someone named Kim Namjoon?”

Yoongi stops, hovering his hands over the keyboard. You notice that his mouth presses into a thin line, eyebrows scrunching. He swivels his chair to face you and blinks twice. “Maybe.”

“Can you help me find him?” you ask.

“Why?” he crosses his arms over his chest.

You sigh, “Because my dumbass self is failing chemistry and I need help.”

“Don’t you have any friends you can ask to help?” Yoongi asks. “I mean, like me for instance.”

His comment makes you roll your eyes. The corner of his lips morph into a half-smile, and you know that he’s just teasing. You also know how busy he is; there is no way you are going to ask him for anything. Besides, Yoongi is probably just as terrible at chemistry. You have never seen him step anywhere near the science building.

You express these sentiments to him and he nods, while you ask, “Aren’t you a communications major anyway?”

“Isn’t this Namjoon guy in philosophy?”

“So you do know him, Yoongi.”

“I said maybe—I never said yes or no,” he clarifies, and you suppress your need to roll your eyes again. “But I guess I can help you find him.”

You nearly jump for joy at his words and watch as he begins to type away at his keyboard again. After a few minutes, Yoongi has pulled up an entire profile, along with a few articles, on Namjoon. All the information is cool, but you question your friend about its legality. But Yoongi merely brushes your concerns away and says it’s his job description. Whatever that means.

Your eyes scan down the profile—which is rather impressive with all of the multiple awards and perfect 4.0 GPA plastered on the screen in bold letters—and come to the conclusion that Kim Namjoon is, in fact, a genius and that you need his help. Immediately. Screw the fact that he isn’t a chemistry major. You just need anything you can get at this point. You want—no, need to pass. As you stare at his photo, showcasing an individual with dark hair and thick-framed glasses, you make it your mission to find him. Now, it's just the question of where to start looking.

“I’ve seen him a few times in the library,” Yoongi suddenly says, like he was reading your mind. “So, if I were you, I would start there.”

You thank Yoongi, crushing your friend in a hug and then bolt for the library.

***

After a few fruitless days in the library, you have nearly lost all hopes of getting a passing grade.

You have already started preparing yourself to take chemistry again in the spring, talking to your advisor about the schedule change. You really don’t want to take the devil’s class again, but an F would be detrimental to your GPA; and according to your university’s handbook, if you retook a class, the lower grade would be dropped. Also, Ara managed to convince you that suffering another semester in chemistry would be better than dying. And you had to agree with that.

It just seemed like it was impossible to find this Namjoon guy. You spent all of your spare time on a couch right by the library door. So if anyone left or came in, specifically him, you would see it. But every person who passed is not who you are looking for and you are starting to question Yoongi’s advice, or maybe Namjoon just lives in the library and is never going to come out.

You hope, hour after hour, that he will just walk through the doors, but it's already your fourth day in the library and you are sure the librarians are starting to get tired of seeing your face, with desperation written all over it, every day. Hell, you are tired of yourself. This is exhausting, and you are drained. Four days of waiting is absolute torture.

Ara has stopped by a few times today to drop off a bag of chips and an apple for you, which you're thankful for but wish she brought more. Aside from her, you’ve been alone. No one has stopped to talk to you, thank goodness, but a few people have given you the stink eye for hogging up the entire couch.

But having all this time alone in the library has given you the chance to think about your time-ticking situation. Even though you’ve accepted chemistry continuing to be a part of your life next semester, you still have a sliver of hope in running into Namjoon. You look at every person who walks in, checking for dark hair and glasses. Some do fit the description, but for some reason you know they’re not Kim Namjoon.

After god knows how long you’ve been in the library, you begin to pack your things up when you notice a tall blonde walk into the library. The blond hair is an immediate red x, so you focus back on the task at hand and begin walking to the doors. But just as you’re about to walk outside into the setting sun, you overhear the conversation between the blonde and the librarian.

“…you’ve read nearly everything in this library, Mr. Kim.”

He laughs, “Not everything.”

“Well, I know you’ve read much beyond your major.”

“I like to be well-rounded, ma’am.” She laughs.

“Did you still need that room?” You don’t hear him say anything to her. “Okay, mister Kim Namjoon, quiet room D is all yours.”

At that moment you freeze, not even sure if you heard anything correctly. Turning around, you notice the librarian hand the guy a key with a smile. He thanks her and walks off. You run up to the desk and slam your hand on the counter. “Was that Kim Namjoon?”

The librarian is startled, “Excuse me?”

“Was he Kim Namjoon or not?!” You’re hysteric. The person you’ve just spent days looking for is possibly steps away from you, and you are now nearing a nervous breakdown.

“Yes,” is all she says before you’re gone.

You run to the quiet rooms, which just so happened to be on the second floor, and straight to the door that had a bold letter D on it. The door is slightly cracked, so you exhale deeply before pushing it open. There you see the man himself, a book in hand, sitting in one of the two chairs in the room. He looks up at the sudden shift in the air, right at you. “Can I help you?”

Now that you’re closer to him, you realize how deep his voice is and how he just seems to command the space around him. Unlike that photo that you saw on his school profile, his once dark hair is now blonde with darker roots. The only way you can even tell it's the same person is the fact that Namjoon still wore glasses, albeit they are much more fashionable now.

“If you just came here to stare, I’d recommend that you leave. I’m currently in a very deep reading about Hobbes and the human condition.”

His comment snaps you out of your daze. “What? Hobbes? No—no I didn’t come here just to look at you, not that I came here at all to do that.” You sound stupid.

“Yes, Hobbes—did you know that he described the human condition to be one of war? That men are selfish and only wish to benefit themselves?” You have zero idea about what he is talking about. “If you don’t care about that…goodbye.” Namjoon looks back down at his book, ignoring your existence.

“I came here because I need you to tutor me,” you tell him, hoping he’ll at least look at you.

“Like I haven’t heard that before,” he flips a page.

You fist both your hands, “I’m failing chemistry, like really badly, and I can’t afford to have that grade on my transcripts.”

He doesn’t say anything, just flipping the pages in his damn book. You walk closer, until you’re right in front of him, but he still doesn’t give you the time of day. At this point, you feel angry and just done with everything. You’ve been waiting for this guy for the last four days and now he didn’t even care.

“Please,” you tell him. “Tutor me.”

“I don’t know you.”

You sigh, “My name is y/n.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“You’re Kim Namjoon.”

“Yes, well if you do know me…y/n…you must also know that I can’t just tutor you for free,” Namjoon says with a finger pushing the frame of his glasses up, eyes not wavering from the book in his other hand. “My time is precious.”

“You have to!” you practically beg. “I need to pass chem.”

He sighs, “I’m not even a chem major.”

“But you’re brilliant…or so they say,” you whisper the last bit to yourself, but Namjoon’s sharp ears don’t miss it.

“I am brilliant, thank you very much. But if you don’t have a form of payment, I’m afraid I will have to decline your proposal.”

You fall to your knees, hands clasped together, “Please, Namjoon; I’m willing to do anything.”

The last word causes him to look away from his book and down at you, taking in your rather pathetic self. A smirk stretches across his lips, “Anything?”

You just nod, hating yourself so much right now; but you're desperate, and desperate times called for even more desperate measures. As you look at Namjoon’s face, the careless gaze in his eyes begins to morph into something else. His eyes darken to obsidian and you can only imagine what is running through his head. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so willing to do anything for a passing grade. Unfortunately, you don’t have any more chances to take back what you said.

“You do look awfully pretty right now, on your knees and all.”

He brings a finger to your face, outlining the curve of your jaw to the swell of your lips. Heat rushes to your face and for a moment you don’t know what to say. You aren’t naïve to sex or anything of that sort, but you have never met someone so forward about it.

“Unless, you don’t want to pass chem,” he drops the finger. He must’ve noticed the shocked look on your face, but you quickly push your reasonable thoughts aside and shake your head.

“I want to.”

Namjoon smiles, revealing a dimple, “Perfect. We’ll start tomorrow.”

He gets up from the chair and grabs his book—which you now realize is an anthology of philosophical essays from some guy named Hobbes—walking to the door.

“You’re leaving?” you ask, still not registering what is actually going down.

“Meet me in front of the library tomorrow, and then we’ll go to my place.”

Shutting the door behind him, you collapse onto the floor with the release of a breath you’d been holding in. Your mind runs wild, heart beating erratically.

Holy shit.

***

“You what?”

Ara stares at you with wide eyes as you recall your encounter with Namjoon.

The moment you left quiet room D, after you somehow collected the strength back in your legs, you walked back to your dorm room to find your roommate sprawled on her bed. She expected to see you back earlier and was a bit concerned as to why you were later than usual today.

So, you spilled the beans. Everything.

Your roommate is the closest friend you have at school and you really needed to tell someone about the situation you were placed in. Ara was excited when you mentioned how you managed to meet Namjoon in the library and talked to him. Her expression began to change once you mentioned how disinterested he was until you offered a form of payment.

“I told him I’d do anything,” you repeat, lightly tapping your head against the wall.

“Why the hell did you say that?”

“I was desperate, Ara,” you say with a sigh. “Like, really desperate—you should’ve seen me.”

The both of you cringe at the image of you begging Namjoon to tutor you. You still can’t believe you became that girl. This chemistry class is really fucking you up.

“You’re an idiot, y/n,” she tells you.

“Oh my god, I know.”

It was pretty idiotic of you to offer up such a bold promise. You have never been one to be so risky and wage two very important things—your chemistry grade and yourself. Is it even worth it? You are beginning to have second thoughts and that's a terrible thing.

“When are you two meeting up?” Ara asks.

“Tomorrow.”

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Undeserved Forgiveness: Arrow 7x18 Review (Lost Canary)

After seven years and 150 episodes (yes, I math’d it) Arrow has finally paid off a L*urel L*ance storyline in a way that makes sense and feels earned.

Let’s dig in…

Olicity

Sometimes the Arrow writers are so obtuse about their audience it boggles my mind. Then there are other times when they are so self aware I can’t help but laugh. “Lost Canary” is one of those self aware moment. It’s almost as if the writers said to themselves, “Okay. This episode is gonna be a lot about birds so we better give the audience some Olicity goodies to keep them happy.”

Smart move.

Arrow has to ship the boys off somewhere in order to have their all girls episode. Rene is off with Zoe on a school field trip while Oliver and Diggle try to find the person who killed Emiko’s mother, so they can convince her not to be evil. Or something? I think? It boils down to a interrogation of a Longbow Hunter. Yeah, remember the Longbow Hunters? Who knew they were still a thing? Not me.

It’s kind of fantastic all the guys are stuck with monumentally crappy storylines while the ladies have their moment in the sun. Ah the gloriousness of reversing gender roles.

Anywho, Oliver is going to leave Felicity which means WE GET WORRIED DADDY!

Oliver begs Felicity to take it easy.

Pffft, it’s like he’s never watched Arrow before. Dude, know your genre.

Felicity promises she’s going Netflix and chill. Oh girl, you totes just jinxed it.

And then it happens. Oliver rubs his stomach and says...

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April 15, 2019 will hence forth be known as Precious Cargo Day in the Olicity fandom. We shall drink and sing in merriment while binge watching Olicity moments in celebration of this blessed day. For this is the day fan fiction came to life.

We’re five minutes and twelve seconds into this episode and I already think it’s fantastic.

After Oliver returns from his Longbow Hunter thing (Seriously don’t ask me what happened)

and Felicity returns from saving a soul and giving Earth 2 a hero to fight for them, our wonderfully stable and unproblematic married couple cuddle on the couch. Honestly, I don’t understand why Olicity snuggling and watching Netflix isn’t a hit show? It’s Emmy award winning entertainment.

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Felicity was away from Oliver for a day and she practically ran into her husband’s arms, so I really don’t know how homegirl is gonna do twenty years without him. It hurts to think about, so let’s focus on the happy.

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Oliver wants to order whatever Felicity is craving because he’s determined to be fictional perfection so no one can have realistic expectations of non fictional men. Felicity informs him L*urel is going back to Earth 2. He doesn’t care. I cannot describe to you how much Oliver Queen doesn’t care about any version of L*urel L*ance.

Once again I reflect upon the road we have traveled my friends. I don’t know how we got here, but our destination is glorious.

Worried Daddy is far more concerned that Felicity didn’t take it easy as she promised, but no worries the Green Arrow is here!

Oliver promises to take care of Felicity and then promptly falls asleep on her shoulder because he’s so exhausted.

Yup, that pretty much sums up the first trimester right there. You’re pregnant but you’re husband is the exhausted one.

She finagles a foot rub out of half asleep Oliver and they both collapse. MAX DOMESTICITY ACHIEVED.

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Honestly, the show could have ended right here. I’d be thrilled.

Felicity Smoak and Canary Corp.

Yes, that’s the official title of the episode. Don’t @ me. Arrow has tried this Birds of Prey thing before. Remember Helena, L*urel and Sara in Season 2? Yeah, neither do I and why? BECAUSE IT DIDN’T HAVE FELICITY IN IT. Too bitter?

The Felicity Smoak/Oracle similarities were not lost on the Arrow writers and it’s clear they tried to adopt the moniker for our girl’s codename, but were shot down by the DC brass. Overwatch it is then and, as usual when it comes to Felicity Smoak and Emily Bett Rickards, she has made it her own.

This is Emily’s last season and therefore Arrow’s last chance to do a Birds of Prey themed episode with Felicity Smoak at the helm. Boy, they did not waste the opportunity. Thank goodness too because that would have been a real bummer.

“Lost Canary” is full on girl power. Arrow has many female characters, but the storylines are dominated by the men. It’s not a shocker. The main character is male. The writing staff I believe has been male dominated until a shake up this season. That’s not to say the male writers haven’t crafted a fantastic show with some amazing female characters – Felicity Smoak being at the top of the list. However, this show is long over due for the spotlight to shine on the female characters, actresses and writers.

Representation means hearing the voices of the marginalized, but “Lost Canary” is not simply Arrow ticking a box. Nor did the writers pad the episode with trite and insulting dialogue like...

(I will forever side eye The Flush for that one.)

No, “Lost Canary” is steeped in big life questions as it addresses the season theme of redemption head on. Each character has her own perspective on Bl*ck S*ren and redemption as a whole. Each character is given ample screen time to voice her perspective as the women debate the best way to handle Bl*ck S*ren’s recent downward spiral… or perhaps it’s a stagnant upward spiral. The point is the women are written like the multi faceted characters they are. WOULD WONDERS EVER CEASE?

Let the redemption debate commence.

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Bl*ck S*ren is back in the evil business. See, you can tell because of the all leather, black lipstick, cloak, tacky techno music and the sashay walk KC ripped off from Nina Dobrev.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

This is what I like to call an “Everything but the kitchen sink” visual trope. Oh hell, the kitchen sink was there too.

Bl*ck S*ren chucks the three piece power suits, with the shoulder pads that can fly her to Hong Kong, in favor of a more diabolical ensemble to convey her inner turmoil. The subtext is pretty much text. Arrow hammering away at it should be a monumentally huge tip off for where Bl*ck S*ren’s character is going.

The surprise isn’t so much where Arrow is going with this character, but rather in how they get there.

Admittedly, I struggled with E1 L*urel L*ance. I couldn’t stand her romance with Oliver, couldn’t keep up with her flip flopping personality, grew tired of her blaming everyone but herself, couldn’t forgive her for Tommy, hated her disdainful treatment of Felicity, and found her to be a insufferable pain in the ass, which she compounded by becoming a drunken, insufferable pain in the ass.

Whew. Season 1 and Season 2 were rough.

I had one bright and shining hope for this character – her Bl*ck C*nary storyline. It was a colossal disappointment.

Not even my deep love for the Lance sisters could save my investment in L*urel and I was overjoyed when Arrow killed her. It remains one of the best creative decisions this show ever made.

Regardless of the reasons for KC’s return (and there are reasons my friends), the writers smartly chose not to resurrect L*urel.

No need to bring back that mess. Instead, they started over with some doppelganger hijinks and crafted Evil L*urel aka Bl*ck S*ren from Earth 2.

It turns out Evil L*urel is a hell of a lot more fun than Saint L*urel. The character plays to KC’s acting strengths and she didn’t impede on Dinah Drake’s storyline as Bl*ck C*nary. Well, not much.

But the dramatic linchpin in Bl*ck S*ren’s character is that she’s not L*urel. Yes, she looks and sounds like the L*urel L*ance Team Arrow loved and lost, but no amount of time would ever make this woman into a replica of the one who died. This is a good thing because the woman Oliver Queen dedicated that ridiculous statue to was a hindrance to the story.

L*urel’s Season 6 arc was infuriating primarily because they reduced a meta human to a helpless victim. The writers shredded Quentin Lance’s character as he pursued his deeply unhealthy obsession with resurrecting his dead daughter through an entirely different human being. Let us never speak of it again.

Season 7 is a vast improvement. The good/evil push/pull remains the dramatic well the writers drink from, but instead of cramming old L*urel down Bl*ck S*ren’s throat they allowed her character to breathe. The fact she was different from L*urel is what made her interesting. Arrow didn’t run from it. They embraced it. And they paired her with an unlikely partner.

Felicity Smoak.

Bl*ck S*ren’s willingness to cross lines, including murder, was a necessary evil because Felicity’s husband was trapped inside the system. She needed help from someone with access and who wouldn’t be afraid to go over the line to get the job done. Suddenly, being evil doppelganger playing pretend lawyer was massive pro.

Bl*ck S*ren’s a sardonic wit and glowering demeanor made the perfect straight woman to Felicity Smoak’s ball of sunshine.

Except, Felicity wasn’t a ball of sunshine and more often than not L*urel was stopping her from going too far.

The two women worked in tandem as they questioned their morality and what defines good and evil. The ebb and flow of light and dark allowed Felicity and L*urel to see each other differently.

This sparked understanding, respect and finally compassion. Their interactions felt more honest than anything that transpired between E1 L*urel and Felicity and as a result their friendship was more believable.

I’ve enjoyed the good/evil/push/pull dynamic that’s made up the majority of Bl*ck S*ren’s arc this season because it was fairly even handed. When L*urel tipped too far in one direction they would shift her the other way. Every time L*urel helped Felicity with Oliver’s case or pulled her back from the ledge, she would follow it up with almost murdering someone.

Bl*ck S*ren’s instinct in almost any given scenario was to kill first and ask questions later. It flew in the face of the straight laced, law abiding DA image she cultivated by stealing E1 L*urel L*ance’s identity. The writers did this deliberately because everything that made Bl*ck S*ren “evil” is still there even as she tried emulating Quentin Lance’s dearly departed L*urel.

But eventually the writers need to pick a lane. Arrow has two choices – keep Bl*ck S*ren evil or redeem her. It’s kind of a like a love triangle. You can play with the back and forth for awhile, but eventually the writers need to make a decision. Otherwise the story loses any emotional authenticity.

The real shock of “Lost Canary” is how the writers present both sides of the argument. It’s so fair and logical. A L*urel L*ance centric episode is making sense. Talk about feeling like a fish out of water.

Dinah and Felicity are diametrically opposed when it comes to who Bl*ck S*ren is and if she can be redeemed. The argument boils down to nature versus nurture, but how Felicity and Dinah arrive at their individual conclusion fits not only within the scope of their own storylines, but within L*urel’s as well.

Dinah is nature. She firmly believes L*urel is an irredeemable killer and all efforts to save her are for naught because a killer is who she is. Dinah issues a warrant for L*urel’s arrest and believes she killed Diaz. I’ve been loudly advocating for some jail time for L*urel, but I didn’t really expect Arrow to go there. I’m not that lucky. A warrant for her arrest and L*urel on the run is close enough.

It’s understandable why Dinah believes Bl*ck S*ren is a lost cause. She witnessed her boyfriend’s murder at L*urel’s hand and a tearful apology doesn’t erase what happened.

Dinah has also been there any time L*urel has decided to murder someone, typically out of frustration, anger or to protect her own self interests. She would pull L*urel back from the ledge, but it’s difficult for her to believe BS was ever on the wagon when she so frequently fell off it.

Dinah is not wrong. L*urel is a murderer. Murder is L*urel’s default position whenever the going is rough, which is exactly what is happening now. Yes, L*urel is wrongly accused of murder, but let us not forget all the murders she did commit and has yet to pay for. Dinah didn’t love Bl*ck S*ren’s approach when it came to interrogating criminals, but the answer to these problems is not a crime spree.

Felicity is nurture. In the beginning, Felicity did not see Bl*ck S*ren as anything but criminal pretending to be her dead friend. She emotionally manipulated people and was reaping all the benefits of E1 L*urel’s life.

But the hubby was in the slammer and Felicity needed a lawyer, fake or real it didn’t matter. Desperate times call for desperate measures. L*urel was one of the only people to have Felicity’s back and their partnership grew into real friendship. Felicity has been the beneficiary of L*urel’s kindness and love, so she knows without a doubt there is good but it needs to be encouraged.

Felicity is so ardent in her belief that she bizarrely blames herself for L*urel’s crime spree because she wasn’t a good enough friend.

Let’s just pretend that’s true for a second (even though it’s not). The max penalty Felicity could incur would be paying for drinks some night. But L*urel tries to blow up Felicity and HER BABY. I feel safe categorizing that as an insane overreaction.

The truth is Felicity has been an amazing friend to L*urel and she continues to be throughout the episode. She proves to Dinah that L*urel has been framed by Emiko for Diaz’s murder. Felicity offers L*urel her support even after she goes on a crime spree.

L*urel: Oliver’s sister did me a favor because I was really sick and tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. Plus, no one believed it any way.

Felicity: I did! Look, what happened to you wasn’t fair. You were accused of murder, you lost your job, Dinah didn’t have your back I get it. You got a bucket load of bad news, but you are not Bl*ck S*ren. Not anymore.

L*urel: That’s funny I used to believe that too.

Felicity: Think of the good you’ve done L*urel. Think of honoring Quentin!

L*urel: Quentin is dead. Nobody cares about Quentin. He only wanted his daughter back.

Felicity: That is not true.

Well… far be it from me to disagree with my Queen but it is kind of true. This is a wonderfully impassioned speech even if I don’t agree with all of Felicity’s arguments. Sadly L*urel pretty much spits in Felicity’s face and is generally undeserving of all this support and understanding.

Felicity and Dinah have it out after L*urel tries to blow them up. Felicity continues to blame herself for this Bl*ck S*ren spiral whereas Dinah is firmly entrenched in the “Bl*ck S*ren Is a Murderer” camp. Felicity calls Dinah out on her hypocrisy when she boasts in a fit of moral superiority that she could have gone down the same road as L*urel, but didn’t.

Felicity accurately points out that the reason Dinah didn’t go down the same road was because she had the team. Dinah had friends who loved and supported her even when she didn’t deserve it.

Felicity ain’t wrong! I forgot Dinah is a murderer too. Yes, there is a big difference between murdering bad people versus murdering good people, but it doesn’t change the fact that Dinah has also taken lives.

While we’re on the subject on Vinnie, she also lied to the team about her relationship with him

and went on a crazy revenge bender after Bl*ck S*ren murdered him.

Dinah was in the Newbie tantrum up to her elbows, which included assaulting OTA when they refused to hand over Bl*ck S*ren.

Dinah was forgiven for all of these transgressions and welcomed back to the team with open arms without even apologizing. Now she’s the captain of the police force and a deputized vigilante. All of which would have never happened without Oliver Queen and Team Arrow.

Dinah was forgiven when she didn’t deserve it.

It was the second chance she needed to become someone who is deserving of that forgiveness.

(We can argue the semantics of whether or not Dinah really has become someone worthy of Oliver and Felicity’s love and trust another day. For the sake of this episode let’s just roll with it.)

Dinah continues to argue that even if all of that is true (WHICH IT IS HONEYCAKES) it doesn’t apply to L*urel because she doesn’t want a second chance. She never did. Felicity pushes back once again and argues the opposite. She thinks L*urel wants a second chance more than anyone else and didn’t realize it until it was already gone.

WOW. What a scene. It’s so invigorating to see two female characters argue passionately about something that has nothing to do with a man. This debate is about friendship, faith and forgiveness. It’s about the true meaning of redemption, who deserves it, and who decides who deserves it. Felicity and Dinah are arguing about their fundamental beliefs and challenging one another’s morality.

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Dinah gave L*urel a chance and she blew it, so enough is enough. Felicity feels L*urel was succeeding at that second chance until she was wrongly accused. Sometimes people need several chances to get it right. I completely understand both Dinah and Felicity’s positions, which is how you know it’s a great storyline. If you can see both sides of the coin then the writers are mining drama with serious depth.

Both women are right and both are wrong. We’ve been exploring Bl*ck S*ren’s redemption since Season 5, but “Lost Canary” feels like the first honest conversation being had about it. I understand Dinah’s frustration because they are my frustrations.

I do not believe throwing on a three piece suit, playing lawyer, living someone else’s life and enjoying all the benefits someone else earned qualifies as redemption. Pretending to be E1 L*urel L*ance has protected Bl*ck S*ren from facing justice for any of her crimes. While I appreciate she’s helped put criminals away, freed Oliver Queen, and is a good friend to Felicity Smoak, it does not even out the cosmic scales when compared to the evil she has committed.

Bl*ck S*ren is a murderer. She was coddled by Quentin Lance because she looks like his dead daughter. Felicity reaches out again and again and Bl*ck S*ren continually rejects her love, support and forgiveness. I’ve watched Bl*ck S*ren time and again head out to murder someone as a solution to whatever problem she’s trying to solve. I’ve watched both Dinah and Felicity stop L*urel from committing those murders.

L*urel stopped because she was caught – not because she thinks murder is wrong. She doesn’t express remorse for wanting to kill someone either. She typically has a snippy remark for Dinah and Felicity as she slinks away from the scene of her premeditated murder.

Unfortunately, the writers are treating Bl*ck S*ren’s penchant to murder the same as E1 L*urel’s alcoholism. Felicity and Dinah tell Bl*ck S*ren to put down the drink and convince her to stay on the wagon. But we aren’t talking about booze. Bl*ck S*ren’s addiction is killing people. NOT. THE. SAME. THING. I get it, Dinah. Trust me.

Then there’s Felicity Smoak. She sees the best in Bl*ck S*ren even when she’s at her worst. Primarily because Bl*ck S*ren saw Felicity at her worst and pulled her back from the brink.

Felicity is not a killer because Bl*ck S*ren offered her hope. So, it’s understandable why Felicity refuses to abandon her friend especially now.

But that’s not all of it. Sure, BS was a good friend to Felicity, but that’s not why she is standing by her. The truth is Felicity Smoak is a really good person. She is intensely compassionate, loyal and supportive. Felicity sees the best in people and her ability to pull that light from those she loves is unparalleled. Nearly every character in the Arrowverse has benefited from Felicity’s steadfast encouragement.

I know this aspect of the character often frustrates some people. Some believe Felicity is used to prop up other characters. Her character suffers because she’s constantly launching another superhero.

The fastest way to cultivate a positive fan response to a new character is to filter that character through Felicity Smoak. She represents the audience opinions more often than not. Her popularity has a way of spilling over to problematic characters and it casts them in a more positive light. I don’t deny Arrow employs this practice often.

But I never saw it as a negative. Felicity is the believer. It’s what I love most about her. Diggle is the mind (moral compass) and Oliver is the soul, but Felicity is the heart. She is the hero of heroes.

L*urel L*ance was a wildly problematic character. The writers never quite knew what to do with her and they could never really settle on a personality with a defined set of characteristics.

We never knew what version of L*urel we were going to get week to week.

The writers struggled with her even more after rerouting the central romance away from Laurel to Felicity. Her storylines never seemed to get the necessary focus they required even though it felt like we spent an inordinate amount of time on L*urel. Watching Arrow develop her character was a lot like running in place, as @callistawolf once said.

Her messy history with Oliver also seemed to be the elephant in the room when it came to any friendship with Felicity. There’s never any discussion around the events of the Season 2 finale. Felicity wondered if Oliver’s “I love you” was real and I’m sure L*urel had some questions too.

Did she think it was all a ruse to save her life or did she simply accept that Oliver was really in love with Felicity? It seems like the latter although it’s never actually addressed. If there was any confusion on L*urel’s part I guess 3x01 cleared it up because the only thing on Oliver’s mind was Felicity Megan Smoak.

Arrow likes to pretend L*uriver never happened and it is completely understandable. It’s a bad dream we’d all like to forget,

but L*urel’s central connection to the team remained an ex boyfriend she didn’t like very much. I appreciate the show wanting to define a relationship between Felicity and L*urel outside of Oliver, but ignoring L*urel’s romantic history with him didn’t feel very honest.

Perhaps their friendship would have been more believable if the writers set aside time for L*urel and Felicity to bond outside of Team Arrow, but they didn’t. L*urel just shows up in the foundry and starts barking orders.

Even Felicity questioned their relationship status. Girl, same. They had moments of kindness, but we never saw them work as partners or enjoy each other as friends like Felicity and Bl*ck S*ren.

In fact, one of the most common arguments against L*urel being in the grave was that Felicity would never be that upset because she wasn’t that close to L*urel. HA! A lot of L*urel’s character was built upon telling rather than showing and her friendship with Felicity is one of the many areas the writers made that very frequent mistake.

The writers did not make that same mistake with Bl*ck S*ren. They gave her friendship with Felicity time to develop. They started off as enemies, but as circumstances evolved so did their relationship.

Bizarrely, this is why Bl*ck S*ren’s and Felicity’s friendship feels more honest and earned than anything Felicity had with E1 L*urel L*ance. Bl*ck S*ren’s connection to Team Arrow is through Felicity. She has absolutely nothing to do with Oliver Queen and IT’S FANTASTIC.

The writers tried to connect L*urel through Oliver for four years, but he was never the solution. Felicity is.

Felicity is the solution because she has a big bandwidth when it comes to forgiveness. No one has benefited more from it than Oliver Queen. Murder isn’t a deal breaker for Felicity. She fell in love with Oliver when he was dropping bodies. She barely blinked at Sara’s assassin history. Diggle murdered his own brother and I don’t think Felicity even commented on it. Remember when Roy thought he killed Sara? Who did he tell first? Felicity. She was freaked but calm. Dinah was a murderer and Felicity welcomed her onto the team with open arms. Rene pulled a gun on her and it was totally cool. I mean, sweet mother of Moses she was friends with Curtis Holt and tolerated his mansplaining and misogynistic bullshit, which says it all.

So is it really a shock Felicity is ride or die when it comes to Bl*ck S*ren? No. I identify with Dinah’s frustrations, but recognize Felicity is on the higher road. Simply put, Felicity Smoak is a better person than me. The belief she is giving Bl*ck S*ren is no different than the belief she gave to Oliver or Sara.

So, she’s challenging me as well. I cannot cheer Felicity on when she offers unconditional love to Oliver or Sara or John, but admonish her when she offers the same to L*urel L*ance. Sara was an assassin and I didn’t demand a prison sentence for her.

That said, I see one massive difference between Bl*ck S*ren and Oliver Queen. Oliver was remorseful about his past and crippled with guilt. He didn’t need additional punishment because he was already punishing himself enough. Oliver also spent five years in hell, lost nearly everyone he’s ever loved and is constantly sacrificing his happiness for the greater good.

His redemptive journey is wildly different from Bl*ck S*ren’s. Oliver didn’t get to just toss on a nice suit and call it a day. And he killed bad people!!! So, I maybe I can’t hold Bl*ck S*ren to a higher standard than other characters I love, but I can damn well hold her to the same standard.

So, is L*urel remorseful?

We don’t have to pick between Felicity and Dinah because it is possible to hold L*urel accountable and be compassionate. This is where Sara comes in.

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I have been incredibly frustrated with how Arrow has used Sara in the past when she’s come back as a guest star. I’m still ticked she didn’t get a goodbye scene with Quentin. The Sara I know on Legends isn’t always the same on Arrow, but “Lost Canary” is different. The writers give Sara her due and she reflects on her journey in a way she’s been allowed to before.

Everyone knows I’m a huge Lance sisters fan. The one saving grace in L*urel’s Season 2 storyline was when it stopped being about her relationship with Oliver and she began to focus on repairing her relationship with Sara.

I bought into the Bl*ck C*nary storyline in Season 3 because I believed Sara’s death was a life altering catalytic event for L*urel. “The Calm” remains my favorite L*urel L*ance episode and I will always believe Sara is her great love and vice versus. We all need something or someone to live for and that love doesn’t always have to be romantic in nature.

So, Sara coming back to town to protect her sister’s good name and offer some wisdom to Bl*ck S*ren made a lot of sense to me. Sara is the one who pieces together that maybe failing to kill Felicity and Dinah wasn’t a mistake after all. She uses her sisterly intuition and finds Bl*ck S*ren at Quentin’s grave.

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Sara gives it to L*urel straight in an EPIC speech. She owns all her past mistakes. Sara cheated with her sister’s boyfriend, let her family believe she was dead and then became an assassin.

Yuuuup. Sara Lance history sure is colorful! Each one of these errors in judgment is an unforgivable offense. And yet, L*urel found a way to forgive Sara. Well, after she blamed her for absolutely everything that went wrong in her and boozed her way through the liquor cabinet, but let’s not get bogged down in the details.

This remains my favorite Lance sister scene of all time because L*urel does not go to Sara offering forgiveness. No, L*urel comes to Sara begging for forgiveness. Despite everything she’d done and everything she suffered, Sara survived whereas L*urel was crippled by her pain. These two women found their way out of the dark together. Sara’s forgiveness put L*urel on a path to sobriety. L*urel’s forgiveness put Sara on a path to heroism. Neither of them truly deserved forgiveness for what they had done, but that’s not the point of forgiveness is it?

It was L*urel’s love, not Oliver’s that gave Sara the second chance she needed. Maybe Sara didn’t deserve forgiveness when L*urel gave it, but it sparked the beginning of her journey towards someone who did. Sara is the Original Canary, the captain of a time traveling superhero squad and the one and ONLY White Canary. She offers the wisdom of her life experience to help Bl*ck S*ren.

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She also calls Bl*ck S*ren out on her bullshit. She tried to be a hero for six months. TRYING? SIX MONTHS? She thinks that evens the score for years and years of mayhem, theft and murder?

We’re supposed to feel sorry for BS after she’s spent six months living in a comfortable apartment and getting paid well to do a job she didn’t earn.

Great, she helped Oliver out of prison. She also tried to kill him multiple times, so they aren’t exactly equal yet. When Sara tried to quit the murder business a lethal team of assassins came after her and she had to commit suicide to get them to leave her alone. But L*urel knows the horror of the Balmain double breasted, wool blend jacket. Poor baby.

I forgot she was accused of working with Diaz and lost her job. Yeah, except she did work with Diaz and SHE IS NOT A LAWYER SO SHE SHOULD LOSE HER JOB.

Then there’s being falsely accused of Diaz’s murder. Hmmm… who killed Vinnie again? L*urel being falsely accused of ONE murder compared to the multiple homicides she has committed and has yet to pay for in any real or substantial way does not equate. Yet, here she is with a stick up her ass and expecting everyone to feel sorry for her. You know, I take it back. She really is like E1 L*urel sometimes.

Sara explains what real redemption is and it is my favorite line of the episode.

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She’s right. Redemption is not a light switch that can be flipped on. L*urel can’t do a couple nice things and say, “TA DA! I AM REDEEMED!” It’s not how it works. There’s no endgame here. This is something L*urel needs work at for the rest of her life. She needs to fight every day to be a person worthy of forgiveness. When L*urel falls down, or life doesn’t go her way, she can’t throw an evil temper tantrum.

A real hero isn’t looking for a reward. A real hero doesn’t look for someone else to blame. A real hero doesn’t keep score. A real hero sacrifices and fights the good fight because it is the right thing to do. Does Bl*ck S*ren qualify?

No. She is not a hero yet. She is undeserving of the love, compassion and forgiveness Sara and Felicity are offering her.

But we all are undeserving of forgiveness. We are all broken in some way. We all do or say hurtful things. Each of us will either do something unforgivable or feel like we’ve done something unforgivable. What makes the difference in our life is having someone who loves us despite our sins.

We can see the people who have been loved when they are unlovable and those who have not when we look at the landscape of humanity. Sometimes we need a push in the right direction when we are at a crossroads, but not all of us have someone in our life who loves us enough to give one. The ones who do are blessed.

Bl*ck S*ren’s sins are deeply evil. She has dug herself a very large, dark hole. L*urel stopped Felicity from falling down the same hole because she knows there’s nothing but pain, emptiness and loneliness at the bottom. She knows how to stop someone from falling in, but L*urel does not know how to climb out. Bl*ck S*ren is stuck in a self destructive cycle. Felicity fundamentally believes every human being is redeemable if they want redemption, but some need more of a push than others.

The truth is we all need help out of the darkness. We all need someone to love us unconditionally. We all need someone reach down into the hole and offer a hand. But our redemption remains in our hands. It’s not enough for someone to reach out. We have to reach back.

All the evil hijinks boil down to a faceoff with Bl*ck S*ren and Felicity. Felicity tells BS one last time she believes in her, but ultimately it’s not about what she believes. It’s not about L*urel L*ance’s legacy or who Quentin wanted BS to be. This is about who Bl*ck S*ren wants to be. Free will my friends. It is a bitch.

COME ON! Nobody is killing Felicity Smoak least of all Bl*ck S*ren. L*urel is picking out china patterns in her head, so she ain’t killin’ bae. She joins Felicity and the rest of the birds and together they defeat the villain of the week. Sorry I really didn’t pay much attention to the partner.

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In their victory celebration, Dinah decides not to arrest Bl*ck S*ren and even comes up with a get out of jail free card excuse aka “working undercover.” A relieved Felicity tells L*urel that everything can go back to normal.

But L*urel disagrees. It is time to stop running. It is time to stop pretending to be someone she’s not. It’s time to go back to Earth 2. She has to made amends in the place where she created so much pain. I. AM. SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, it’s not a stint in the pokey, but I WILL TAKE IT. Going back to Earth 2 is the next best thing. It addresses my primary problem with L*urel’s redemptive arc and that is pretending to be someone she’s not. Being Earth 1 L*urel L*ance protected Bl*ck S*ren from all the damage she caused on Earth 2. If she really wants a shot at redemption then she has to go back to the place where everyone knows her as Bl*ck S*ren. Earth 2 is where L*urel will be forced to confront everything she’s done and accept responsibility for it. There’s no hiding, running or easy outs on Earth 2. That is the place where an honest redemptive arc can begin.

Felicity understands and gives her a parting gift – E1 L*urel’s Bl*ck C*nary suit.

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It’s a beautiful full circle moment. I don’t make the rules! Felicity anoints the superheroes, assigns the names and hands out the couture! If she says L*urel should be Bl*ck C*nary on Earth 2 then L*urel is going to be Bl*ck C*nary on Earth 2. Fine with me!

L*urel meets Sara once more at Quentin’s grave. Her story always comes back to Sara no matter what version of L*urel it is. Felicity was the push, but Sara’s words lit the spark. She launched L*urel L*ance’s hero’s journey once again. Cuz see the light?!!!!

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This scene also feels like a goodbye to the Lance family. Quentin is gone, L*urel is dead, Sara is off hero-ing through time, and Bl*ck S*ren is returning to Earth 2. This isn’t the end of L*urel’s redemptive journey. It’s the beginning. But it is the first time I believe she might deserve it someday.

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FLASH FORWARD TIME!

Dinah created the Canary Network to be a support system for women, so someone always had their back. It’s a reminder to Dinah of what she failed to give Bl*ck S*ren once. It’s a whole conglomerate of leather clad ladies supporting ladies! LOOOOOOVE IT!

There is no singular Bl*ck C*nary. No one woman holds the title. It fulfills L*urel L*ance’s dying wish in a way she couldn’t even imagine at the time, which is why it is so fitting.

Unfortunately, Galaxy One massacres the network in “Lost Canary” and Dinah loses fifteen of her girls. It’s a devastating loss for Dinah, but I couldn’t help but cackle a little. Arrow never misses an opportunity to throw a little petty at the LL fandom. Oh you’re made we killed once Bl*ck C*nary? Watch us kill fifteen! How do you like them apples?!

Dinah, Felicity and Zoe want to lay low and regroup after such a big hit, but Mia is fired up and ready for pay back.

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Dinah tries to convince her to wait for the surviving canaries to fight back when the time is right, but Mia defiantly says...

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It’s like they tailor made her for us fandom. Mia Smoak is perfection on every level.

Dinah calls in some back up to keep an eye on Mia.

L*urel.

She saves Mia from some Galaxy One goons. Unfortunately, the horror show of a wig is back, but let us pray there are less buckles on the suit. The lipstick has changed from black to red so serious upgrade in that department.

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It’s a beautifully symbolic moment because L*urel saves Mia in an alley where a body of a dead canary is lying. It’s the same kind of alley where Sara fell to her death and launched L*urel’s Bl*ck C*nary journey.

It’s the same kind of alley where L*urel’s journey was foreshadowed in the pilot,

but with a significant change. L*urel is no longer connected to the man in the story, but to the women. Sara, L*urel, Felicity, Dinah, Bl*ck S*ren, Zoe and Mia all weave together in one beautiful thread. Bl*ck C*nary no longer belongs to one woman. It belongs to all of them.

The beauty of this is I don’t have to sit through another half baked Bl*ck C*nary storyline for L*urel. I trust she’s earned the suit on E2. Even better she’s still Bl*ck S*ren. This isn’t 2.0 of E1 L*urel L*nce. Hopefully, all the snarky wit, aptitude for zingers and glowering that made me fall in love with BS remains. I just needed her to stop murdering people. That’s all. All of this means I might finally have a version of L*urel L*nce that I can enjoy.

L*urel gives Mia some wisdom that screams THERE IS GOING TO BE A SPIN OFF,

but what I loved most is L*urel is still trying every day to prove she is a hero.

Redemption is a journey and not a destination. And undeserved forgiveness is often the beginning of that journey. Nobody knows that better than L*urel L*ance.

Stray Thoughts

#Fact. Source: felicitysmoakgifs

Bl*ck S*ren pretending to be L*urel acts somewhat normal. She ratchets up the cheese factor when she's Bl*ck S*ren. I forgot about that.

Emily is having an A+ hair season. Really it's like a Vidal Sassoon commercial every week.

This made me emotional. Source: olicitygifs

"Let's just call her a genius and leave it at that." Hubby is so proud of bae.

Bl*ck S*ren versus White Canary is like a heavy weight boxer fighting a chipmunk.

Felicity and Sara flirting is everything I didn’t know I need. The love triangle was centered on the wrong person in Season 2. It should have been Felicity and not Oliver. Source: ebett

Yup. We all knew. Source: felicitysmoakgifs

“Felicity Smoak is killing people now." Sara is my spirit animal.

Sara has seniority Dinah. It should've been you sitting it out. Respect your elder. Source: canarygifs

The great evil of this episode is the grommet sweater. We must protect the actresses from this atrocity because it's spreading.

This was cute. Source: hollandrooden

Sara has a baby on Earth 2? I NEED THE NAME. WHERE ARE PICTURES?

Don’t tell me L*urel is not in love with Felicity. I know my truth. Source: hollandrooden

Spit my drink out when Sara said this because it’s ridiculous. That said, Arrow continually painting Laurel as a saint is a constant reminder they are never bringing her back. the more Arrow paints Laurel as saint. Source: danverskara

Was it snowing in the future? What was up with the weather?

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m0llymauk-tealeaf · 5 years

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Yo! Have a quick preview of a kinda angsty Iideku au!

This had been the fourth time in a day. The fourth time. In a day. Did the criminals have nothing better to do?

Most of the people who worked at this bank were quirkless, or had quirks that were practically useless in stopping a villian. Iida was not any different. While he had been born to a famous hero family, he had not been lucky enough to be blessed with the family quirk.

Iida was not a violent or confrontational person, but he was fuming today. He stomped out of his office into the main room of the bank. The man attempting to rob them stood with his gun held firmly in his hands, yelling and screaming to, “put your hands in the air and give him money.” Like hell was Iida going to listen to him.

“Stealing is illegal.” He said, yanking the gun out the man’s hands, having to residt the urge to smack him over the head with it. “I’m afraid I’ll have to keep you in that corner,” he gestured to a corner in the far side of the room, “until the police or a pro hero arrive to arrest you.”

He picked the man up like he was a ragdoll, slinging him over his shoulder. The criminal tried to protest, struggling in Iida’s hold, attempting to make a desperate escape, but there was no escaping Iida. While his face screamed, “nerd I used to beat up and take his lunch money,” everything under his chin was bulging with muscle. He easily kept the criminal at bay, every second he was getting more and more ready to berate the local authorities.

It didn’t take long for pro hero Deku and a few police officers to show up at the bank. Iida was still fuming, but his generally peaceful nature kept him from chewing them out too harshly. Deku had also become a person friend- or maybe he should say it was more than that- as of recently, and he definitely did not want to be mean to a friend.

“Wow Iida,” the pro hero smiled, “with you around I could just retire right now. You’re way more competent than I am.” He laughed.

“I just happen to be in the right place at the right time.” He replied, turning to walk back to his office.

“H-Hey,” Deku grabbed his wrist, whispering, “if I get off early, I’ll come see you tomorrow, if that’s okay. Maybe we can go get lunch or something.”

“That would be lovely.” Iida smiled.

The pro hero waved as he left, and Iida returned to his business.

The rest of the work day, luckily, went by quickly and without any more interruptions. Iida went home and cooked himself a nice meal. He took a warm shower, then went right to bed.

~~~

Iida had been awake long enough to just finish his morning run when he got a phone call from Deku-or, Midoriya, as he should say in a non-professional setting.

“Good morning!” He said. “I didn’t expect you to call this early, Midoriya.”

“Tenya,” his voice was shaky and weak, “can you come to Hosu General Hospital sometime today?”

Iida’s stomach dropped to his toes.

“D-Did you get hurt? What happened?”

“I’m-I’m still a bit drugged up, so I’ll… I’ll explain it to you later.”

Drugged up? No, no, that couldn’t be good.

“No, Midoriya, explain what’s going on right no-”

Midoriya hung up, and Iida stood still for a solid thirty seconds before rushing out the front door, not even grabbing his coat. He hopped on the next train, spending the whole ride trying to calm his anxiety and fast beating heart. What if this was Tensei all over again? He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else going through something like that. Or what if something worse had happened? What if Midoriya couldn’t be saved? Oh God, he couldn’t lose Midoriya.

Iida’s foot tapped against the floor, and he fidgeted with his fingers. He was so nervous he thought he might hurl right there.

The train pulled into the station, and Iida found himself pushing past people, ignoring their rude remarks. He sprinted to get to the hospital. His heart pounded in his chest like it was about to burst out. He was out of breath when he arrived at a nurse’s desk.

“E-Excuse me,” he muttered, “can you tell me what room Midoriya Izuku is in?”

“Oh, yes,” one of the nurses glanced down at the computer in front of her, “he’s in room 109 on the left.” She replied with a friendly smile.

“Thank you.” He bowed, then began speed walking towards his friend’s room.

He approached the door labelled 109, and hesitated. What would he find on the other side of the door? Would he find something akin to Tensei’s beaten and bloodied form from that day? Something worse? Well, there was only one way to find out. He slowly pushed the door open, taking a step into the room.

It was silent except for the beeps of various medical machinery. He took a few more steps in, his eyes locking on Midoriya. A blanket had been pulled up to his neck, almost as if he were hiding something.

“Midoriya?” Iida said softly.

“Ah, Tenya,” his voice sounded even weaker now than it did on the phone. “I didn’t expect you… to-to get here so quickly.”

“What happened to you?”

“There… there was a bad fight, and I-I lost. I barely managed to… to make it out with my life.”

“Wh… What?” His voice was quivering now, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

“Hey now, don’t- don’t cry, please, Tenya. Can you come here?”

He practically ran to his love’s bed, kneeling by his side.

“I lost my arm.” Midoriya muttered.

No, no, Iida couldn’t believe that. He grabbed the blanket on top of his love and began to move it. When he moved it, he would see both of Midoriya’s arms right in front of him. Maybe they’d be a bit beaten up, but they’d be there.

And then they weren’t. His left arm looked fine, sure, but his right arm was completely gone. There was just bandages and his shoulder, no arm.

Iida couldn’t take it anymore. The tears started pouring down his cheeks, and he was almost screaming. His love, one of the most important people in his life, had lost a limb, something they couldn’t get back. He couldn’t do anything about it, couldn’t do anything to fix it.

He had never felt more powerless in his whole life.

“I’m so sorry.” Midoriya said softly. “I’m- I’m going to have to retire.”

Iida’s tears stopped eventually, and he leaned closer to his lover, letting Midoriya gently run his fingers through his hair and stroke his cheeks.

“I need to tell you something.” He said.

Iida hummed in response.

“Uhm, how do… do I put this?” He paused for a while. “Well, my… my quirk can be passed on, and I… I want to give you my quirk, Iida.”

#iideku #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #quirkless iida au #bnha #mha #my writing

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nyxtoxicate · 5 years

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hello yearning: a'plyae mae.

Summary:

Jung Taekwoon, a fourth tier soccer player in the K3 division of Korea's football leagues, juggles the struggle of raising his nephew as well as pushing his career forward when he unconsciously commits an act which bestows a faerie of good fortune upon him. A problem; the faerie is very mischievous. Another problem; the faerie is also very, very attractive.

Rating- Mature.

artwork by @changbaegi. used with permission.

Chapter 5: Petrichor (or read on ao3)

Taekwoon begins to regret arguing with Jaehwan in the weeks to come. The reasons as to why Jaehwan became so upset with the ground rules Taekwoon had set were a mystery to him, but Jaehwan was particularly cold to him, going so far as to literally turn his back to the man whenever he entered a room.

And Minyul, in an act of solidarity with the asparas who was quickly becoming his new best friend, began to reject more and more of Taekwoon’s invitations. Even the ones where he could have skipped an extra tutor session after his regular class. Needless to say, Taekwoon was finding himself feeling down often these days. Not to mention that all of his left socks were slowly going missing.

So much for having a faerie of good fortune around.

The worst part, and he came to find this out begrudgingly when he stopped into the cafe down the street from his apartment ( a small thing, barely a hole-in-the-wall, but still somehow cozy and charming ) for the first time and was met with the sight of a very familiar looking barista smiling brightly from behind the counter at a few ogling, giggling female patrons.

“J-Jaehwan!” He may or may not have exclaimed extremely loudly right in the middle of the entryway to the cafe, where Taekwoon had frozen out of astonishment, effectively blocking both flows of human traffic in and out of the establishment. Jaehwan had simply shot him a wink, causing Taekwoon to (1) flush so profusely he nearly became dizzy from the rush of blood to his cheeks and (2) stumble so fast back out through the door that he almost tripped over his own shoes. His only saving grace had been clinging to the side of the building so hard his knuckles turned white even as the Fae’s tinkling laughter sounded from behind him, ringing in his ears on and on and on and…

Taekwoon went home coffee-less and with a growing headache that day. And the worst part was that the funny business didn’t stop there because, somehow, Jaehwan had choreographed his shifts at the cafe so that he was working whenever Taekwoon was out and in their home whenever Taekwoon was not. Taekwoon saw little of Minyul and way too much of the faerie, and Jaehwan was talkative. Oftentimes he had a story to tell the toddler, something that sent him giggling before he went to sleep, and Minyul was sleeping well lately. There were few nightmares where he would rouse Taekwoon from sleep to comfort him from before the asparas showed up, but in the following month, not a peep came from his nephew’s bedroom. Still, the glow of Minyul’s nightlight shone from his room down the hall, but no matter how much Taekwoon tossed and turned endlessly into the small hours of the morning, Minyul was silent.

Jaehwan took up residence in Taekwoon’s living room, much to the soccer player’s dissatisfaction, but there was little he could do stop it. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that bad considering there was just this extra person thrust into Taekwoon’s life who was now tearing down all of the carefully built walls that he had made to keep his nephew safe and healthy and maybe, hopefully, logical. There was just that small, little thing. (Jaehwan actually helped around the house, too. The living room was, somehow, never dirty. Messy, sure, but every day Taekwoon didn’t have to vacuum was a good day in his books.) The problem was the lack of knowledge. Taekwoon wasn’t learning anything about Jaehwan like this except that he could hold a grudge for a really long time, was incredibly petty and had an affinity for vanilla cream-filled cookies with rainbow sprinkles; many of which he found circulating around the house. Why they ended up in the freezer at one point, Taekwoon didn’t know, nor did he ever want to find out.

An end to his predicament didn’t seem to be in sight, either, and there’s a growing ache in his bones as the warmth of the sun begins to fade and there’s a tangible crispness to the air.

Taekwoon starts to get ideas as the season changes. The sweet bliss of summer had offered some weeks of relaxation for him, and the few weeks that Minyul had off school meant that he could take back some of the time Jaehwan stole from the uncle- nephew duo. Needless to say, there was much intake of sugary treats and little exercise that Taekwoon got, which Jinsoo made sure to poke fun of the next time they had a spar session and Taekwoon found himself out of breath rather quickly.

September came and went with few incidents. Jaehwan was gone more often, presumably working now that caffeine driven teens and young adults were pining for their fixes. (Taekwoon hadn't stepped foot in that cafe ever since the first time) and the thing was that the soccer player was getting used to having another body around. If anything, it was less... lonely. Taekwoon felt not so isolated nowadays, especially considering that his continuous mumblings to himself rarely went unheard. Pro: he didn't feel as crazy. Con: if Jaehwan was around, Taekwoon was sure the fae was storing everything the man said to use as blackmail for another day.

It gets to when the leaves change colours. A melancholy mood befalls the asparas, and Minyul is the one to point it out to Taekwoon when, after a while, it became clear that Jaehwan was not going to be teaching Minyul a 'super cool trick'.

“Ta,” the boy starts, blissfully unaware of the depth of human emotion, “he won’t play with me.” So, Taekwoon drops to knee level, square to his nephew so he can look into the heartbroken eyes staring back at him.

“Why don’t we all go to the game today? That might cheer him up,” Taekwoon suggests, because the football season was starting now and it was time to get back to the grind. He would be playing today; glad that Jinsoo put him through rigorous and relentless training after his previous lack of ingenuity.

Minyul perks up at that, with big brown eyes beginning to fill with excitement. He missed being a part of the crowd, Taekwoon knew. There was an energy in the stands that couldn’t be matched, and even if his nephew was unable to completely comprehend why the atmosphere was so electrifying, he could at least revel in it.

“OK!” Then he’s off, running into the other room without another care in the world and leaving his uncle still kneeling, fond eyes following the child because surely there was a time when he was so easily appeased, too. Taekwoon wished he was so easily appeased now.

Jaehwan’s mood was a downer in the home. His lack of enthusiasm for things had not gone unnoticed, and it made Taekwoon wonder… It made him want to pry. Taekwoon was not a slave to his curiosity, though, and could handle not knowing everything going on in other people’s minds. That had really been the last straw though, when Minyul came to his uncle unhappy. Taekwoon would not allow that, knowing that no person could be perfect all the time but also acknowledging that Minyul was harbouring growing feelings for the fae. Why couldn’t it have been someone Taekwoon was close with, at least? (Taekwoon was never going to admit that he felt threatened by Jaehwan. The lack of a mother figure in Minyul’s life was a painful thought, and Taekwoon constantly thought that Minyul may be better if he had someone else to look up to besides his uncle).

As the soccer player stands, his knees crack in a reminder that his body was getting older. Putting it through intense cardio may keep him feeling young, but every day was another day closer to the big three o, and that was scary- life kept going on, but where was he going to end up? He trudges into the living room, where Jaehwan is sitting at the windowsill, fixated on something down below on the street.

“I’m taking Minyul to the game later,” Taekwoon pipes up after a moment of silence, Jaehwan not paying his arrival any attention. “He’d like it if you joined us.”

Taekwoon isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but it sure as Hell wasn’t radio silence. But, that’s what he got. The asparas was motionless, still looking below. Every so often, he would blink, which almost alarmed Taekwoon because he might have been a statue otherwise. Taekwoon clears his throat.

“I would like it if you came, as well.” That seems to catch Jaehwan’s attention, because he is visibly startled. Shoulders tense, and the barest movements of his head in Taekwoon’s directions suggest the fae’s newly found interest. It looks like he nods, and that’s enough for the soccer player. It was time to attend to his kid.

As evening arrives, so does the taste of anticipation. Competitive genes were being brought back to life, stretching their stiff limbs in Taekwoon’s nervous lip bite and bouncing leg as he sits on the bench in the locker room beside his teammates. They’re a good sized group today, almost two full lines meaning that they would actually have time to stop and breath on the sidelines before they had to head back in and tear up the turf again. Taekwoon’s cleats felt like lead on his feet, even though he had just been going through warm- up in them. Out there, he knew Minyul would be watching, and he wanted his nephew to be proud; as proud of Taekwoon was Taekwoon was of him.

His captain is spluttering some garbage about friendliness, but Taekwoon had stopped listening some time ago. They all signed the waiver, they all knew the dangers that came with the game. Too many a broken limb for Taekwoon to bat an eye about the issue of a fair game. (He knew how to play dirty. They all did. The difference was that he didn’t go down after every hit to try and invoke a penalty. That was just plain rude, in his opinion). Anyway, bouncing leg. Jinsoo’s hand was on his thigh. Taekwoon didn’t hear what his friend was saying, he just knew that it was time to enter the field and start the game when everyone stood. He’d missed this. He’d missed feeling free.

The noise in the stands deafens him. Or was he deaf beforehand? Taekwoon wasn’t listening, perhaps, because his eyes were scanning for the one face that he actually wanted to see- or maybe it was two now. Jaehwan was sitting with Minyul today, as per the young boy’s request, high enough that he was most likely safe from any ball that decided to leave the play. Taekwoon made sure of that.

“It would be great if Leo made an appearance tonight,” Sungmin was spouting somewhere close to him. Sungmin was a good player, Taekwoon could remember. Sungmin also spent a lot of time with nation- deemed undesirables. Still no drug scandal, though, so Taekwoon had to give him props for that. He throws his teammate a thumbs-up, earning a bright grin from the midfielder before starts mingling with the other men. Caught by the entrance to the locker rooms, Taekwoon can see that Dongchul, their captain, is being hounded by press for that extra moment they can squeeze in before the game. Taekwoon’s chest is starting to feel tight again.

The whistle sounds, but the starting line is devoid of him. That was alright, though, because Jinsoo was pacing beside Taekwoon beside the rest of the team, encouraging their group on until it’s time for them to take over. Whatever goes through Taekwoon’s brain as he plays is a fuzzy recollection. He’s seen videos of himself on the field, a force of nature to be reckoned with and there were more than a few occasions his teammates admitted to never wanting to be checked against him. It’s because Leo was mean.

Sure enough, halftime rolls around in a blink when Taekwoon comes back into himself. He’s panting heavily, sweat rolling off his body from the exertion and he takes long gulps of the bright blue drink in his water bottle. It’s energizing him, he rationalizes, replacing the… Electrolytes? That’s what they were.

His head is between his knees so that he can stare down at the too- bright green turf below him, just too far on the side of fluorescent to look real. Taekwoon loved that he didn’t have the air to think when he was here. He reveled in it.

“The kiddo’s wavin’ at you, buddy,” Jinsoo elbows him in the ribs, effectively breaking Taekwoon from his short dissociation so that he can look at the plump fist rapidly gesturing in the air. A large grin breaks over his face when he waves back, not bothering to see if Jaehwan is doing the same. The life of a second forward could be hard, but meeting the asparas’ eyes was turning out to be a whole new level of difficult.

Twenty minutes of intermission is both too long and painfully short, especially if your team is lagging by two shots. They were all determined to prove their worth, though, and when Taekwoon turned on the jets, the game really started. He ended up assisting on three goals and scoring one in the entire match, earning him a clap on the back from his coach and captain alike because now they were in the lead, and that looked good to the press. Hometown heroes, a lot of them were; just silly children with dreams of making it in the big leagues. Every sport had its politics, however, and Taekwoon knew better than to disregard that fact.

“You and Sungmin really made it for us tonight, you know,” Jinsoo praises him later, when the stands are clearing out and it’s only the two of them left in the locker room to change out of their uniforms. “You don’t need to be playing with us lowly folks in this tier.”

“Then who would I smack around?” Taekwoon snorts, throwing his perspiration-soaked shorts at the defenceman and earning a spluttering sound from the other man. He grins. They were all riding the high of their victory, it seemed, because a win on the first game always felt good. They could expect their rivals to come back with a fury, though, and that was the best part. Always a new challenge, always something new to divert Taekwoon’s attention.

“More like ‘who would deal with your angsty teen whiny ways’?Drinks later? Yeonseok was telling me coach is buying first round. Besides, saw you got that babysitter. Now you can actually have a good time.”

The freezing of Taekwoon’s shoulders had nothing to do with Jaehwan being mentioned, he told himself.

“I’d like to head home, actually. I want to help Minyul with some homework,” he fibs easily. It was a bad skill to have, really, being able to make up an excuse so easily at the expense of his kid. Still…

“Alright, alright. I dunno the parent life, so you got me there. Anyway,” Jinsoo raises from his position, balling up Taekwoon’s shorts before chucking them with terrific speed at his friend’s head. “If you change your mind, I’ll text you the name of the place, how about that? Thought I saw Minyul trying to start a scrimmage before we came in here, too, and that’s waaay more interesting than you right now. Peace.”

Taekwoon shakes his head at Jinsoo walks his way backwards out of the room, performing a ludicrously cheesy spin on his heel before disappearing behind the wall. The sound of the swinging door pushing open reverberates, and then Taekwoon is alone. Finally time to let out a long breath, to actually take a real breath in.

His moment of serenity is short- lived, because too soon the door is opening again, only, the person who comes through is not who he would have expected to see.

“Oh!” Jaehwan jumps along with his exclamation, holding the collar of his yellow shirt out away from his chest where Taekwoon can see a red liquid stain blossoming.

“Are you alright?” Dad Instincts activate, concern riddling Taekwoon’s voice as he springs into action. He has a little boy, his first thought is blood.

“Y-yeah, it just spilled on me…” Jaehwan’s voice is small, more quiet than usual, and Taekwoon sees there’s uneasiness behind his actions. Most likely because Taekwoon had become very close to him very quickly.

“There should be… I have an extra shirt,” the football player recalls, turning his body to dig through the bag left on the bench beside him. “There isn’t really… We all just change in front of each other, so unless you want to find the washrooms…” Taekwoon trails off, attempting to find an escape route. “Actually, I’ll just wait outside for you, alright?”

A nod from the other man staring at Taekwoon’s shoulder, so the shirt is pressed into Jaehwan’s open palm and Taekwoon steps around the body to emerge into the open field. Only, he forgets his bag, his reflexes betraying him because he doesn’t think before reversing to retrieve the item.

And that’s when Taekwoon sees them. With Jaehwan’s bare flesh presented to him, although without the asparas’ knowledge, the haphazard array of angry white lines scarring the tan-tinted skin. They ran up the side of his body like a flame, licking hungrily even in their frozen state to permanently mangle the fae’s form. They were beautiful, in a horrific sort of way, and Taekwoon wasn’t able to stop the gaping of his mouth as his mind tried to register just what he was looking at. What could have possibly made a mark like that?

The clearing of Jaehwan’s throat is what he hears next, and Taekwoon startles at the sound, his eyes focusing on a spot on the floor as he dips his head shamefully. Even if Jaehwan hadn’t meant for Taekwoon to see the -they had to have come from a fire. It was the only thing that would make sense- pattern extending from Jaehwan’s ribs to his left hip, he shouldn’t have reacted that way.

“Yeah, they’re pretty bad. They don’t hurt, though, and it actually looks kind of cool, don’t you think?” Comes Jaehwan’s cheery voice, and Taekwoon winces internally, chancing a glance up at the fae whose resolve seemed to waver just about as much as his mood; which was never.

“Y-Yeah, it looks cool. Like a… Tattoo?” The soccer player tentatively responds, going along with Jaehwan because maybe something like that was normal in the realm of the FaeFolk. It wasn’t like Taekwoon was an expert on such things. Anyway, the other man seemed to relax at Taekwoon’s statement, so hopefully they were heading into safer territory now.

Jaehwan finished with slipping the loose t-shirt over his frame, covering the large patch of tarnished flesh with the cotton mass and flashing a smile at the football player now rooted to the spot. The longer Taekwoon spent around him, the more of an enigma Jaehwan was.

“It’s kind of like a tattoo, but one that you get if you’re not very good at your job. Or if you piss a high- seated fucker off. Or if someone just really doesn’t like you,” he continues nonchalantly- he being the asparas moving to sit on the locker room bench- his hands clasping with fingers folding together in front of him as his stare levels into one that’s blank. He was looking intensely at something that Taekwoon couldn’t, and didn’t want, to see. “I know you enough to know that you won’t ask, but I guess I should tell you. Just like you didn’t have a say in taking me in, I didn’t get to deny coming. Kinda funny how that works. If anything, I think They saw what you did and thought to themselves ‘gee, I bet he’d be a good guy to let Kalan off to.”

Taekwoon wasn’t going to stop Jaehwan at this point. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him not to, that Minyul would be well looked after for a few more minutes by his teammates if no one else, so he takes the opportunity to sit slowly on the opposite end of the bench, ready to listen.

The shaky breath that Jaehwan lets out signifies that this is hard for him. There was always the underlying assumption Taekwoon had that no being could be as happy as Jaehwan seemed to be all the time (sans the last few weeks). Of course he would be hiding behind a facade of bright behaviour.

“I have a sister. She’s part of the Diamae sect, too, but she’s not a troublemaker like me. She looked out for me a lot even though she’s younger than me. Human families and Fae families are really similar like that.” Whether or not he intended to, the asparas started to smile. “Her name is Mavis because she has a really nice singing voice. She taught me how to sing. She said that it would help me to control my ‘mischievous nature’.” A trembling of his bottom lip and then Jaehwan is blinking, as though coming back to the present with a new clarity shining in his deep brown orbs. He actually turns to look at Taekwoon now, probably because he knows that Taekwoon is trapped under the spell of those eyes every time they’re laid on him. “They sent me to you to get me out of their hair, and now I can’t go back to her. But, that’s OK. Minyul is here, and you aren’t even that bad, either. I know you saw me that day in the park, because I was thinking to myself that being around you wouldn’t be as awful as everyone who was sent to the wosh realm made it out to be. But, I can’t help thinking that it would be easier for you if I wasn’t here anymore. You two are really… You’re all I have right now. The only reason I would want to go back is for her, anyway.”

When Jaehwan is silent for a few moments, Taekwoon knows that it’s his turn to speak, but he had no idea what to say. Encouraging Jaehwan would be cruel, he thought, since he was essentially contracted under the human now in an agreement neither of them had made the regulations to. The world could be cruel, and Jaehwan was still regarding Taekwoon with the same look as before, with that small smile still on his lips.

Attempting to speak resulted in a hushed noise sounding from Taekwoon’s throat, and he has to lick his lips before he can start again. He hopes that Jaehwan can see the truth in his words even if they were reflected in his eyes.

“If I had to be stuck with any creature that wasn’t human, I’m glad that it’s you.” (Wow, that was really lame, Taekwoon. Way to sound like a bad drama protagonist, he chides himself internally as he bites down nervously on his tongue.) “Minyul likes you, probably even loves you. That kid feels hard. And… I like having you here. Around. Even if you sometimes make me want to pull my hair out.” There was no way he was making the situation better, but Taekwoon couldn’t seem to stop the words from falling from his mouth. Jaehwan is looking at him with parted lips now and Taekwoon is sure that the furrow of his brow is from confusion, but even as he’s rambling, Jaehwan is moving closer. Inch by inch he was moving closer, until Jaehwan’s impish face is mere centimeters from Taekwoon’s and the nonsense coming from him had hushed to a murmur of unintelligible sounds before eventually ceasing entirely. Jaehwan was very close now; so close that Taekwoon can see golden flecks spastically decorating the irises of the fae’s eyes. They almost glowed, imbuing Taekwoon with an odd sense of astonishment. He was comfortably held in place by the stare, and in the next instant, he can feel the soft exhale of Jaehwan’s breath on his face. If the thundering of his heart pounding in his ears weren’t so loud, he might have heard the door to the locker room swinging open, but it took the bang of the door hitting the wall just inside the room for Taekwoon to spring into action. He jumped, and the moment was broken, Jaehwan leaning back and crossing his ankles as he looked expectantly in the direction of the short hallway separating the inner room from the door.

“Yo!” Jinsoo shouts, raising a hand in greeting to the two men sitting on the benches as his angular head rounds the corner. “Minyul’s challenging Kyung to a match. You wanna come out and watch your star nephew kick some professional soccer player ass?”

“You bet we do!” Jaehwan answers for Taekwoon, already up from his seat and Taekwoon might have been offended, but he wasn’t. He stands with creaking joints, feeling much older than his 25 -almost 26- years and thinking there were things much too ancient for him to be pondering over, but maybe he should be asking more about Jaehwan and less of him. They had only known one another for three months, anyway.

It isn’t until they’re back in the cozy apartment suite that they call home that the topic comes up again, and it’s when Minyul is in the washroom brushing his teeth while Taekwoon and Jaehwan just happen to be lounging in the kitchen waiting for their turns to get ready for the night. The man who broaches the subject isn’t even Taekwoon; it’s the fae sitting somewhat nervously on one of the bar stools beside the island, wringing his wrists together in front of him in visible uneasiness.

“I didn’t tell you all that so you’d feel bad for me!” He splutters when Taekwoon is reaching into a cupboard to grab a glass to fill with water. The soccer player pauses in his action, turning his head to look full-on at the man suffering in his vexation. The arm previously raised lowers, devoid of any cup, to splay its fingers out on the counter-top level to Taekwoon’s waist. There is no audio indication that Minyul would be out of the bathroom anytime soon, and so this would be as good a time as ever to confront the demons Taekwoon knew now plagued the normally jolly-tempered man.

“I didn’t think you had,” Taekwoon murmurs, his tone the softest - the one he used when Minyul accidentally scraped his knee or bumped his elbows against something hard- as he rounds the side of the island to slide into the empty seat beside Jaehwan. The black cushion of the chair did little to stop the chill of the metal frame beneath from seeping into Taekwoon’s skin, but he would live.

The man beside him is acting unlike Taekwoon had ever seen of him before, with nervous glances at the human from the corner of his eyes setting Taekwoon on edge. First, he would try to calm Jaehwan down. There was no doubt he might be feeling some insecurity after the confession from before, and Taekwoon wouldn’t judge him for that.

Yet again, the asparas takes Taekwoon by surprise though, when, in a terribly accurate Heath- Ledger- as- The- Joker impression, Jaehwan huffs out a “wanna know how I got these scars?” as if to set a happier mood to the conversation. If he hadn’t gone through years of being an uncle to an unpredictable young boy, Taekwoon might not have been able to keep in his laughter. Instead he wondered how Jaehwan figured out the means to watch The Dark Knight on his television in English considering Taekwoon didn’t own it and there was no pay-per-view option for his cable plan. (He would later toss and turn, thinking of the many possibilities to achieve such a thing before realizing that Jaehwan must have hacked into his laptop somehow to stream films.)

“I would… Appreciate if you told me. But, you shouldn’t feel like you have to. I’m sure it’s very personal.” Despite the times that the fae had driven him crazy, Taekwoon knew there was a limit to what he could ask of the man -creature- in his home.

He seemed to have said the right thing, because the tension in Jaehwan’s shoulders begins to fade, even though he is looking at the doorway to the kitchen and now refusing to meet Taekwoon’s wondering gaze. Taekwoon decided that he did not like, at all, when the fae got like this; it made him too unreachable.

“I told you, I got into a lot of trouble when I was littler. It’s not the same as here -people have no time or patience for the young folk- and when you don’t really have anyone to keep you in line except for some stuffy old Elders you’re supposed to look up to and cherish every waking second of the day from the day you can speak onward, it starts to feel like some BS,” the blond starts to ramble, the start of an electrifying current beginning to form in the air. Taekwoon takes a chance and rests one of his hands on Jaehwan’s, the one currently tapping a finger progressively more rapidly against the linoleum counter.

“Parents and stuff, that’s this world things, really human things. Well, I guess even the animals have got those, too, but where I come from, you take after the people around you. A community, really, who raises you and tells you what you’re supposed to be like and then what you’re GOING to be like. You don’t get a choice. They divided us into sects based on how we got along with the other FaeFolk, and I just happened to be placed in Diamae because I showed some potential. They called it potential, anyway.

“The Diamae heads, though, they didn’t really like that I was there. Probably because Grenog -that’s a great name, Grenog- never believed I had what it took. I was kinda… What’s that movie we saw the other day? Aladdin? I guess I was kinda like that ‘riff-raff’ ‘cause I was loud and stuff.” He takes a breath now, the unbroken speech too much for his (human-like) lungs before continuing.

“I was just lucky that my sister was in my sect, too. Everyone liked Mavis a lot, and none of them thought we were actually related. I heard them all talk about how she must have just taken me in as a brother figure because she was so nice -and she is nice. The nicest creature in the whole universe. She’d love Minyul a lot, I think. The Elders looked at her like she was a star, and she always made sure to meet all of their expectations, not because she wanted to all the time, but because she knew if she didn’t that I would be the one blamed.

“There’s one thing that humans and FaeFolk have in common, though,” and Jaehwan’s raw eyes (Taekwoon certainly wasn’t imagining it now; there was definitely something sparkling in them) land on the human beside him. Said human under the spell of the story, his shoulders leaning in to soak in the information even without his knowledge. “We feel things the same. Emotions and physical pain. We could make music like humans can because we needed it to keep us sane. But, it does sound different. When you guys sing, there are some who use those weird things to make their voices unnatural. That’s interesting, but it’s not really that beautiful to me.”

So what if Jaehwan lost himself on some tangents? Taekwoon was nodding his head rhythmically to the beat of his words. Melodic.

“I used to make music that they didn’t like, and they didn’t want me to sing, either. Mavis could sing, though, a lot better than I can. They wanted her to sing just for them, and I think that’s why they hated me so much; because she was always with me, and if she was with me, she wasn’t with them. I liked taking her from them, though. It made me feel powerful, like I had something the Elders couldn’t take away from me. I guess I should’ve known that they’d do something to get back at me for it.”

A vague knowledge of Jaehwan turning his hand over to grip onto Taekwoon’s comes over the soccer player, and he squeezes down in what he hopes is a consoling manner to the trembling digits. Queue the tragic backstory he might never tell Jaehwan.

“They got their opportunity when Mavis was called out for, I guess you might call it two weeks time here, her duty. There was a group of gialltravelers who were granted access to our realm and she was meant to lead them. She was basically a messenger, but she was also one of the most trusted Diamae, and she had to watch them to make sure they didn’t interfere with our way of life too much. The Elders warned us all the time that humans destroyed their own worlds and so we couldn’t trust them not to harm ours.

“Anyway, she was gone so I was basically in the Diamae sect alone because we still had places where we could live, like houses and stuff, but not like this. More like… We like flowers a lot, so usually it’s based off of those and we try to make them out of pretty stuff. Mavis really likes dandelions because she can stew them.

“They started to watch me really close for those two weeks, and I knew they would, but I was stupid and I started doing dumb things just to deliberately make them mad. I wanted them to know that I hated being around them just as much as they hated having me. It’s not a nice feeling, you know? Not a nice fucking feeling at all. I took the people who were actually rooting for me for granted, too, because there were people I cared about there. I don't think I could ever show my face to them after that, though, after what they did. Well… You saw.”

If nothing else, Taekwoon admired Jaehwan’s tenacity. It was clear that he wanted to tell someone his tale, and Taekwoon was humbled to be the one who heard it.

“I ended up hearing something I shouldn’t have. Where the Elders are is like a private place, I guess you could compare it to how there’s a president here. They’re in control of a lot to keep everyone happy and in line, and when there’s Defects… They called me that. I was a Defect, and so they had to deal with me properly. I used to sneak into the place all the time, and I just happened to hear something I shouldn’t have, so they had a reason to.. To…”

He can’t seem to go on after that, and there’s something that breaks in Taekwoon’s heart when he sees the utter despair present in Jaehwan’s expression. He takes the smaller man by the shoulders, bringing him close to Taekwoon’s chest as the tears that Jaehwan had been making a desperate attempt to keep at bay finally spilled over his eyelids to leave clear liquid tracks down his cheeks. Taekwoon noticed the shaking of the fae’s shoulders even though the asparas was clearly reluctant to make a sound. Taekwoon decided not to mention it.

The passage of time wasn’t clear until the sound of a running faucet in the bathroom suddenly ceased and Taekwoon looked at the digital clock on the microwave across the kitchen. The bright glowing green numbers told him it had been only ten minutes since Jaehwan began speaking. Somewhere, he thinks he hears a clock chime.

#hello yearning #vixx #keo #ken #leo #fae!au #fanfic #mine #do not repost!

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