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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want — just not home .

characters !! diluc, thoma (ft. ayato), kaeya, kazuha

content !! gn reader, kamisato reader (thoma), character lore spoilers, can be platonic/romantic, found family themes

about !! you encounter someone who can go everywhere but home

inspired !! my tears ricochet - taylor swift 🎵

— diluc .

“I hope you know how generous I’m being,” You say, sliding a bowl of mushroom soup to the redhead, “Not everyone would let a stranger stay in their home for a few days. More so if said stranger refuses to say a thing about themselves.”

It’s been a few days since you found the wanderer on the brink of death, snow piling on top of him by layers. Snezhnayan winters were not kind, if it weren’t for your dog demanding to go on a walk, you wouldn’t have bothered to check for any dying men on your street in the middle of nowhere.

“. . . I have offered my thanks,” He mutters, grabbing a spoon for the soup, “And I’ve told you. I’m simply traveling.”

“Travelers don’t usually lie soaked by their own frozen blood around here.” You sit across from him, your own hot bowl of soup nestled between gloved fingers, “But seeing as you have a delusion, I suppose you’re trusted by the Fatui. It makes me wonder why you won’t simply ask them for help instead.”

“. . .”

At his silence, you chuckle, “Calm down. I don’t know your story, but I’d understand why you’re hiding away from them. They tend to abuse their authority, but I guess that’s the government for you.”

“Not Mondstadt. . .”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing.”

You point your spoon at him, a large smile on your face, “You said Mondstadt. You’re a Mondstadter, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t reply. Not that he needs to, you’re already rambling away with the newfound knowledge, “I knew it! Your accent suits Mondstadt the most! Not that I would know much. I’ve been in Snezh my whole life– oh, oh but what is it like? Out there? The land of freedom and song–“

Diluc finds himself sitting back, amused by your outburst. It’s certainly the most you two have talked in the days he spent recovering from his injuries. Despite initially not wanting to divulge any information about himself, he can’t help but beam with pride at the praise for his beloved nation.

“–And the wine! Oh, the wine- I’ve heard all about it. They’re imported here at a very high price, I could only imagine what a dandelion wine would taste like-“

“It’s not that amazing as it’s made out to be. But there are other drinks worth noting-“

“Like Death After Noon?”

“. . . I was going to say grape juice and cider.”

“You’re a little on the boring side, aren’t you?”

He rolls his eyes.

The conversation flows. The topic? Mondstadt. He tells you about the giant statue that looms over the city, one that you’ve only seen in paintings. You ask about the fields and weather, and he tells you of Dragonspine’s cold akin to that of Snezhnaya. When he starts to talk about the seashell filled beaches, you note the longing look on his face.

“. . . You really do love Mond, don’t you?” You ask, pushing aside the now-empty bowl.

“I do.” He answers, it sounds soft but firm.

“Then why are you here?”

It’s a question you were scared of asking. In fear that he’d hide away in his shell again. He goes quiet, looking down on his bowl.

"I. . . I can't go back."

"And why is that?"

Because going back would be acknowledging his father's death, his brother's betrayal, he's running away— he wants to go far, far away from the reality he's found himself in and fulfill a vengeance that couldn't be satisfied—

"There are things I have to do." He places down his spoon. It clanks on the hard wood of the table. "Please leave it at that."

He ends the conversation and you bite back your lip. He was building his walls again, walls that took you too long to crack down. You stand, taking his bowl in your hands along with your own to wash.

As you turn away from him, you hear him reach out softly.

"But. . . If I ever go back," he starts, "And if you'd like to explore beyond Snezh, then. . . " You turn to him, an eyebrow raised. "You're welcome to seek me out. I wouldn't mind touring you of my homeland." A small smile graces his face, it's the most expressive he's ever been since arriving.

“So you can smile!” You laugh, turning to the sink and starting the tap. He’ll have to help you wash them. “You look more prince-like when you do. Like a noble.”

He nearly chokes on his drink.

It takes years before you found the courage to ever step foot out of Snezhnaya, much less enter Mondstadt. One of the first things you signed up for was a tour of the ancestral Dawn Winery fields. Imagine your surprise, spotting a certain young master jotting down stocks as he looks over the vineyard.

Your shock mirrored his own, before it forms into a smile.

"I believe I promised you a personal tour?"

— thoma .

"What do you mean the borders are closed?"

"The borders are closed, the ports are closed, no ship is allowed to dock, these are the orders of the Shogun under the new decree."

Trapped in a foreign nation with little to no knowledge of its culture; with only ten mora in his pockets and a bottle of dandelion wine for a father he can't even find, Thoma finds himself in quite a predicament. This happened hours ago, with no idea what to do or where to go, Thoma sits under a shady tree.

"I don't think I could even buy myself a meal tomorrow. . ." He sighs, glancing down on the only thing he could afford. A measly looking meat bun wrapped within rice papers.

"Woof!"

Thoma turns to the side. A dog looks at him with eager and beady eyes.

"Hello there," he grins, "You on your own too?"

"Arf!"

The dog eyes the meat bun eagerly, tail wagging. Thoma really shouldn't, he really, really shouldn't be offering his only (and probably last) meal he could afford to a stray.

So he turns to the side, holding the meat bun closer to his chest. It's his meal.

"Woof woof!"

He nearly sobs in defeat. "Alright, alright, we can half–" ripping the meal into two, he gently places it in front of the stray who's only too eager to wolf it down from him.

"Arf!" A second dog appears by the first, eyes just as sparkly as the other as it eyes the half Thoma's holding.

Curse his weakness to puppy eyes.

He sighs, offering the other half to the stray, "You're lucky you're cute. I'm willing to starve because of y–"

"You there! What suspicious things are you offering to my dogs!" Several footsteps make their way to his spot, he looks up at the sound of the voice. Two individuals approach him, their garments clearly worth more than anything Thoma has ever owned. One was a taller male with a mole on his face, the other a little younger, following them was a small entourage of what Thoma could only assume were guards.

"A-ah, suspicious things?" He stutters. Did he somehow trespass into some noble's territory?

"Yes! That thing you handed. Are you poisoning my dogs?" You huff accusingly. This foreigner was a little suspicious. In the first place, it was strange to meet anyone foreign in the land of eternity, much more someone lounging about in the streets holding a bottle of alcohol.

"Poison? No way! It's just a meat bun! They looked hungry so I offered them my meal."

"A. . . meat bun?" You repeat carefully. That measly thing can't possibly be a meat bun, right? You turn to Ayato, whispering to him with a hand held up between your lips, "Brother, what do we do? Father said to be wary of suspicious individuals. I think he's suspicious. He's feeding the dogs weird things!"

Ayato smiles in amusement, "That meat bun certainly looked odd, but I don't think he's suspicious-" He turns to the blonde, standing upright, "You said that that was your meal?"

Thoma isn't sure why they looked so wary, "Yes? I mean, I'm aware it isn't much. But it isn't poison or anything!"

You share a look with your brother, Thoma recognizes that look to be pity. Was he really being pitied right now because of his meal? He wanted to groan away in embarrassment.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," Thoma says reluctantly, "I wasn't aware that these dogs were yours. If it solves anything, I can find another place to sit–"

"Brother, this poor foreigner must be starving! We must help him!" You whisper rather loudly to the boy next to you who only nods in agreement.

"I agree. How kind of my sibling to think of others." He pats your head, turning to Thoma with that same somewhat sly smile.

"These dogs are strays my sibling often feeds. They must've bothered you for your. . . meal since we're late to arrive today," Ayato explains, approaching him, "To repay your kindness of feeding the strays we're responsible for, you're welcome to join us for lunch."

A maid lays out a blanket across the ground, while another server brings out various goods from a basket. Thoma isn't sure how to reply as he finds himself seated between the two nobles.

"Um- ah, is it really alright for me to be eating this?"

Still a little shy about being on the receiving end of kindness, he gestures to the quality looking meat sandwiches.

"Eating this? No, this isn't for us." You state, reaching to grab a sandwich and handing it to an eager puppy, "This is for the strays. What my brother meant was that we'll treat you back in the Teahouse."

"Erm. . . teahouse?"

"Yup! Komore Teahouse. They serve excellent cuisines."

"O-oh, I've never been to one."

"Where are you from anyway?" You ask curiously, eyeing the blond's pretty green eyes.

"Mondstadt."

Ayato smiles, "You're a long way from home. . . The situation for foreigners now is rather difficult. If you stay with us, perhaps my family could offer you some assistance."

Thoma stares at the two of you, he's weighing his options. He needs a place to stay, maybe find a job, at least until the decree is stopped.

It's only temporary. Surely, he'll find a chance to go home someday.

"Alright."

— kaeya .

"I know I said I'd accompany you for the day, but don't you think we've traveled all of Mond already?" You whine, massaging your aching knees. It's been a long day of walking; from Springvale to Starfell Valley to Windrise, collecting Calla Lilies, Lampgrass flowers, and seashells by the beach.

It was an odd adventure, and an even more unusual request from the cryo user.

"I simply don't feel like being alone today." He told you hours prior. The tone was flirtatious and it almost made you blush, but you're not exactly an ignorant person. You're aware of the date.

It's April 30th.

To many, it's simply another day on the calendar; but to two brothers, it means so much more.

You never did find out what happened on Master Diluc's birthday. You were aware that it marked the passing of Crepus Ragnvindr, but that was pretty much it. The events that followed were more important to you; from befriending the seemingly lost Kaeya (you might never forget the heartbreaking look on his face back then) to witnessing his significant change into Cavalry Captain.

"Truly, I'm grateful for the good company," Kaeya chuckles at your display, snapping you from your thoughts, "How about one last stop? Then I'll escort you back home."

You hold back a sigh, reminding yourself that he does seem a little melancholic today. Besides, you don't exactly abhor his company.

"Very well."

He smiles, leading you up the hill near Springvale, where the Anemo Archon statue rests. It was a scenic view; the wind was gentle and the sun was slowly sinking into the horizon. As the archon statue comes into view, with fluttering crystalflies wary of your presence, you notice Kaeya's pace slowing.

He pauses right before the statue, but his starry eye was set on a more distant view.

The Dawn Winery.

There's a certain look on his face, something you can't quite identify but it clenches your heart all the same. Somehow, you want to reach out and hold him.

"You can place the flowers here." Kaeya says, kneeling by the statue and taking out the seashells he collected from the beach.

"I didn't take you for someone religious." You raise an eyebrow curiously, yet you follow his instructions and start arranging the flowers.

". . . There's a gravesite in the winery. It's entrance is reserved for family only." He says softly, fingers brushing over yours to hold the bundle of flowers. "Perhaps Barbatos would be so kind as to bring our prayers with the wind. That it may reach F- Master Crepus."

You stay silent, biting your lower lip. He's showing that face again, the one you've always hated on him during the early days of your friendship.

"If you ever feel. . . " Lonely, you think, but the word sounds like it could scare him away, "Like you need company, you could always invite me again. We can go anywhere you want."

"Anywhere I want, huh?" He smiles at you, a rare and gentle smile, "Alright."

The offerings did reach the tombstone that evening. Though it wasn't by Barbatos' grace, but by a redhead passing by the statue and recognizing the odd combination of gifts.

— kazuha .

"Captain Beidou doesn't take kindly to stowaways." You point your sword at the man. It was a normal day, having just left the port of Inazuma. You decided to check on the stocks below deck to ensure that nothing falls around as you go through a thunderous storm.

Imagine your surprise upon seeing a ragged samurai hunched behind crates with one bloodied hand holding onto something shiny.

You frown at the lack of reply. "What's that you go there? Something you stole?"

In all honesty, you're a little scared at his dead expression. His eyes are faraway, distant, like they're refusing to acknowledge a reality.

". . . are you hurt?" You ask, this time trying a different approach. His sword rested ways away from him, he seemed defenseless, almost like a lost kitten seeking shelter from the storm. You slowly kneel in front of him, weapon still by your side as you try to peek at what he's holding onto so tightly.

It was a vision without a glow. A musty fog seemingly trapped inside the crystal.

You've heard of the vision hunt decree— it's why the crew was in such a hurry to leave the archipelago, after all. You knew visions were being forcibly taken away, placed like trophies on the archon's statue. Frankly, it disgusted you to be displayed like that.

But why was this one murky? What had happened to the owner?

You weren't sure what kind of look you had on your face. Maybe it was confusion or anger, but the wanderer's eyes landed on your own and he pushes himself to speak.

"Please. . . don't send me back." He says and it sounds heartbreaking with the softness of his voice. You clench your jaw, holding back a sigh as you stand back upright.

"I'll inform Captain Beidou about you. I don't think she'd send you back, but. . . we should also get your hand treated." You say, reaching out to help him stand, "I have some bandages in my quarters. Do you think you could make it there?"

He nods once, grasping your hand as you both make your way above deck. Later, you'll find yourself with an incomparable travel companion. One that hums of songs that can lull any pirate to sleep. You'll reach every end of Teyvat with him, with the ocean welcoming you in every turn.

You're never stationary with him, always on the move. Despite that, perhaps he could find a permanent home with you.

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ornii · 3 months

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She Likes to Flirt (A Lot)

Natasha Romanoff X Male Reader (Short & Sweet) (Yup, Like Nat)

You obviously have a thing for Nat, and Almost everyone sees it.

Being the Spirit of Vengeance you held within yourself the devils bounty hunter, making you one of the most powerful begins on earth and a potential Level 10 Threat. Obviously you were scouted by S.H.I.E.L.D and joined their marry band of heroes, the Avengers. And after the little stunt in New York, the rest was history. Mission after mission you slowly grew closer to Natasha. Seasoned Assassin and Spy, she was the first you met due to her doing recon for Nick Fury. Naturally you two grew to be good friends, perhaps, even more.

It was nearing Night, after another mission at Sokovia you headed back to Stark Tower to celebrate, the massive parking garage opens up and you park your chopper there. Following behind was Natasha as usuals, somehow the Jeep didn’t get demolished in the fight. You chucked as you walked to the elevator. Natasha follows, looking at the bike.

“Aren’t gonna take your keys?” She asked, “Trust me, that bike isn’t going anywhere without me.” You reassured her, tapping the upper floors you both stood there as it began to rise. She dusts herself off as you try to put the flames off on your coat.

“Good mission overall.” She said, “Yup, Bruce and Tony are in their nerd lab brooding or something. With them together I’m a bit worried.”

“Don’t be. We can handle them, well I can.” She said, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You respond and she keeps her eyes forward, smiling. She ignores your question.

“You stink.” She said.

“I Tore through hydra guards like butter with a hot knife, I’m gonna stink. I’m pretty proud of that.” You said, “You do have a lot of. Good assets.” Nat said.

“Well damn that’s a first. A compliment.” You said.

“Now you know Steve doesn’t like that kind of language.” She said jokingly, you bite your lip and look forward trying not to laugh.

“He’s never gonna live that down.” You said

“Ever.” Natasha comments.

“You know you stink too right? Gonna need to shower.”

“Obviously, we have a party tonight, plus I have to put my face on, or whatever normal women say.” Natasha looks at her reflection.

“You’re Normal Nat.” You said to cheer her up. She turns to you, smiling. “I’m an assassin and you’re a bounty hunter for the devil, we’re not normal.”

“Well obviously but, looks wise, you don’t need to put on your face, looks good as is.” You point out, poking her forehead. Before she can open her mouth for some cheeky response, the Elevator opens and you step out.

“See you tonight Red.” You give her a send off before heading to the one room you somewhat own in the Tower.

The Party Finally arrives and you’re mingling with Thor and Rhody, who’s giving an, interesting story.

“Well, you know, the suit can take the weight, right? So I take the tank, fly it right up to the General's palace, drop it at his feet, I'm like, "Boom! You looking for this?" He explains, (Y/n) and Thor exchange glances and then back to Rhody. "Boom! Are you looking..." Why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else that story kills.

“That's the whole story?” Thor asks.

“Yeah, it's a War Machine story.”

“Well, it's very good then. It's impressive.”

“Yeah the Tank Part was really cool.” You said, Rhody sighs. “Okay fine, what did you do that was cool?”

“Uh, recently? By myself? A meteor was gonna hit Sweden so, I flew into the air and used my chain to pull the meteor back and hurl it into the atmosphere.” You casually explain, Rhody looks flabbergasted. “It was a Tuesday, I think.” You said, Rhody walks off as Thor Pats you on the shoulder. “That’s, very impressive.” And walks off, maybe you were going a little too high, you finished your beer and looked to the bar for more, what caught your eye was the redhead in a perfectly fitting white dress, you mosey over and casually slide down on a seat. Your eyes and Nat’s lock, and she smiles.

“Come here often, handsome?” She was the first to lay the foundation for the chat and you went right along with it.

“No, first time, but I saw this beautiful bombshell working the Bar and I had to see her.” You reply, Nat couldn’t hide her smile.

“Now what kind of man would leave a woman like you all by your lonesome, must have a bad taste in them.” You added on.

“He's not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down he's all fluff. Fact is, he's not like anybody I've ever known. All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, trying to actually do the right thing. Even if he screws if up sometimes.”

“He…Sounds amazing.”

“He's also a huge dork.” She adds in, (Y/n) looks blindsided, Nat shrugs, “Chicks dig that. So what do you think should I fight this, or run with it?”

“Well, the guy really likes you.. I say give a chance, see where it goes? Is that, wrong to ask?” He asks, so hopeful. Nat smiles and sits up from the bar.

“Not at all, but, I think she likes you too, it may not look like it now... But never say never.” Natasha walks away, and Steve approaches (Y/n,) who sat there really considering her words.

“It's nice.” Steve said.

“What?” You reply confused.

“You and Romanoff.”

“No, me and her aren’t uh.. you know.” You mutter, Steven shakes your resolve.

“It's okay. Nobody's breaking any by-laws. It's just, she's not the most... open person in the world. But with you she seems very relaxed.”

“Yeah, Nat she... she likes to flirt. So do I.” You admit, now daydreaming of her slowly taking that dress off. But Steve ruins your daydreaming.

“I've seen her flirt, up close. This ain't that. Look, as maybe the world's leading authority on "waiting too long;" don't. You both deserve a win.” Steve gives you some damn good advice, and went off to his lonesome. You really thought about what he said.

“You know Steve, you got a point.. we do deserve a happy ending and— Wait, what the hell do you mean, "up close"?!

#male reader #reader x marvel #natasha romanoff x male reader #natasha romanoff x male!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #black widow x reader

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torturedpoetemotions · 1 year

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Rereading The Hunger Games trilogy due to the whole THG Renaissance going on over on Tiktok and I'm a quarter of the way through Mockingjay and my god, Katniss does not give herself enough credit!

And not in the usual YA "oh I'm so plain and average" protagonist way, either. For Katniss, it's that she's completely convinced she's a terrible, ruthless person who uses people and thinks of them like they're game pieces and doesn't feel for other people the way she should.

But she's lived her entire life in deprivation and constant danger, nearly starving to death before she was thirteen years old and then being forced to risk her life daily to be the primary provider for her family afterward. Not to mention the yearly horror of the reapings and the games, always knowing the children dying could be her. Or her sister.

And then her worst nightmare comes true, and she's thrust into a fight to the death where she's forced to playact being in love to survive.

And yet, throughout all this, the thing that most consistently drives Katniss's actions is compassion.

Volunteering for Prim obviously, but also the way she acts towards Rue. Partnering with her, sharing food with her, singing her to rest and burying her in flowers. Then there's the way she worries throughout the series over how her every decision will affect others: her family and friends, but also people she's never even met. Her entire friendship with Finnick in District 13.

Her bonding with the Morphlings over fingerpainting. Her guilt and sorrow over her failure to help the redheaded Avox girl, despite the fact that Katniss was herself a child in a dangerous position and could have died in the attempt. The way she later helps Bonnie and Twill, giving them her bread and showing them how to forage. Her going to bat for the other tributes when District 13 wanted them executed.

Her horror and disgust at the weapons Gale and Beatty were building, weapons that preyed on human terror and compassion to maximize casualties.

Even killing Cato, who she hated and feared, wasn't about vengeance or even survival in the end. It was an act of pure mercy.

Throughout the whole series, Katniss inner-monologues about how awful she is, often comparing herself unfavorably to Peeta and Prim, who she sees as deeply good and kind in a way she isn't. But if Katniss was truly as ruthless and unfeeling as she thinks she is, the Capitol would have actually had far less power to hurt her. It was her compassion that Snow attacked, every time. Her worry for and love of her family, her district, her friends, Peeta...even her fellow tributes. Even people she'd never met. It was her greatest strength and her biggest weakness.

#katniss everdeen #the hunger games #she's such an unreliable narrator but never more so than when she talks about herself!#thg renaissance

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intheticklecloset · 5 months

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Hello! how are you?? I hope you're doing well! can you please do a ler chuuya with lee dazai? just if you're okay with this of course! I think Dazai annoys chuuya way too much and Chuuya decides to tickle him to death until Dazai is begging for mercy... yeah that's the idea! thank youuu <33

Yessss this prompt!! I love Soukoku! Thank you for the request, anon! 🥰

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“The hell are you doing?!”

The words spurred Dazai into frantic action. He struggled for just another moment with his partner’s keys, then gave up and stole all of them – including keychains – and bolted down the hall.

Chuuya was right behind him.

“Get back here! I know you were trying to steal my pug keychain!”

Dazai yelped as he tripped over the rug in their shared bedroom, toppling onto the bed in an ungraceful heap. He whirled around, the hand holding the keys stubbornly behind him. “Why would I steal your stupid dog keychain? You know how I feel about dogs.”

The redhead glared at him, gripping his free arm and uselessly trying to wrangle the brunette around to take his keys back. “Dazai!”

“Whahahat?” Dazai giggled, easily keeping the keys from his partner’s grip.

“Give it back!” Chuuya demanded, growing more frustrated the more he realized there was no winning this fight. “And quit laughing already!”

At that Dazai only laughed harder, which spurred the mafioso into grabbing onto his hips and digging in with a vengeance.

The detective squawked and bucked his hips, his laughter instantly shifting from amused to ticklish. He tried to pry the redhead away with his free hand, still keeping the hand clutching the keys firmly behind him. “Ehehehehehehe! Chihihihihibi!”

“At least call me by my name when I’ve got you like this, stupid Dazai,” Chuuya grumbled, swinging a leg over to half-pin his partner to the mattress. “You want to laugh? Fine. I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“I wahahahahahasn’t tahahahaking your keychahahahain!” Dazai insisted through helpless cackles, squirming uselessly beneath the redhead’s touch.

“No? Then what were you doing?”

“I wahahahahahas just gohohohoing to tahahahahahake your P-Port Mahahahahahafia keys!”

Chuuya blinked. “What for? You planning a break-in?”

Dazai shook his head, then squealed when his partner found the hypersensitive spots on his hips and kneaded into them meticulously. “So yohohohohohou’d gehehehehet to wohohohohork and nohohohohot be ahahahahahable to get in!”

Chuuya let out a longsuffering sigh, bringing his tickling to a stop. Dazai caught his breath, blinking up at him in confusion. Before he could ask why he’d stopped, however, the redhead plunged his hands into the detective’s upper ribs.

“GAH!!” Dazai yelled, frantically waving his free arm around while trying to resist the urge to bring his other arm out protectively. “NOHOHOHOHOHO, CHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!”

“You’re going to give my keys back,” Chuuya said in a low, dangerous voice that Dazai only ever heard when he knew the redhead was being totally serious, “or I’m going to tickle you until you’re crying my name and begging me for even a moment of mercy.”

Dazai made a distressed sound in the back of his throat, but still refused to give the keys back, despite there being no point. Chuuya knew his plan now; even if he got the key off the stupid ring, his partner knew what was up. It was over.

But…

“Don’t want to give it up? Fine.” Chuuya activated his gravity manipulation to forcibly push Dazai’s arms above his head – both of them. “Guess you really want me to make you scream.”

Then he plunged both hands into Dazai’s unprotected armpits.

The detective was begging for mercy in no time at all.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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scintillyyy · 5 days

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some batkids + author self-insertion

dick

gets a hot red head alien girlfriend based in part on perez's first wife (wolfman and perez)

"one bad apple spoils the bunch" view on cops (dixon)

sees a couple of girls and assumed the redhead is the one with the irish accent, surprised when it's the asian girl (dixon, based on a real story where he heard an irish accent on tv and was surprised when it was an asian girl)

implications of bisexuality that align explicitly with the writer's very own personal experience of bisexuality (greyson)

unable to not flirt with anything that moves (greyson)

let's just go ahead and put greyson's entire run here.

jason

entirety of red hood and the outlaws (lobdell, enough said)

tim

anti-drug (dixon)

can be condescending to his friends and girls (dixon)

honestly i don't think the good moral boy who would never have premarital sex thing is actually self-insertion, that's more dixon wish fulfillment of his ideal 14 year old boy. rules for the characters and not for him!

the weird military circlejerking (willingham)

obsession with bernard (fitzmartin)

steph

pro-life (dixon)

anti-welfare (dixon)

hates bill clinton + the court system (dixon)

personal vengeance over restorative justice framed as the right thing (dixon)

bootstraps mentality (dixon)

damian

child who never met his father because father was too busy saving other people (morrison, morrison has explicitly said that their parents marriage didn't work out due to their father's inability to prioritize his marriage and family over helping other people + the affair)

child who was saved by their father from a life of darkness (morrison explicitly has credited their father with saving their life at their lowest by giving them a typewriter)

child who suffers and pays the price from divorce conflict due to parents being so caught up in their own conflict they refuse to listen to the child's wants and needs (morrison, as racist as the conflict between bruce and talia is damian's entire story is intrisically wrapped up in morrison's working through their own personal feelings of their parents' divorce)

becomes a vegetarian (morrison)

#anyways this isn't a judgement or anything or even a comprehensive list #just some examples of writers self inserting into their characters #arguably tim is more of a reader self insert so i think dixon overall put less of his own views into tim to keep his character #more wide reaching #but stephanie is honestly filled to the brim with self-inserted dixon thoughts and feelings as her base character #not a full list of batkids either there's too many

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dying-birds · 3 months

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Dying birds (Reverse robins Au)

(storyline part one)

Damian Wayne's childhood was unconventional, to say the least, raised by assassins only to be dropped off at his father's doorstep for his own protection. Consumed not only by wrath but the overwhelming pressure to please his grandfather, Damian was headed down a dark path of vengeance and blood. A path his father Bruce Wayne, was all too familiar with his father. Bruce took him on as a sidekick hoping to instill the values of justice and human life. Bruce becomes a more lighthearted Batman for Damian's sake.

After getting settled into his new role Damian was introduced to many other heroes and sidekicks, one of them being a redhead speedster. Wally West aka Kid Flash, may be the most annoying person Damian has ever met and yet he somehow he was also Damian's best friend.

As Damian grew older he found himself constantly butting heads with his father leading him to move out. A life away from Bruce and the constant fight had done him good Damina even considered doing away with the capes and mask sadly Gotham had other plans for him. Damian had been walking home from the store when he witnessed what appeared to be a mugging. He stepped in and things went south real quickly as he was shot by an unknown marksman. Bruce found his son bleeding out in the streets, a war on Gotham had begun. Damian woke up in a Gotham hospital unable to move his legs. Things were revealed about the mugging turning him bitter toward Bruce. Damian left Gotham altogether and Bruce became a harsher Batman

Tim Drake a mistreated child with a knack for photography, the next sidekick. Bruce would find this kid standing in the middle of his cave. Batman was on the edge of going rogue, Tim could let that happen. He pushed into taking the mantel out of necessity

The start of Tim's vigilante career was spent trying to get Bruce and Damian to talk to each other. For all his efforts he was treated horribly, Bruce's training was brutal and Damian treated Him harshly. For a while, Damian blamed Tim for taking his place but the truth was Damian thinks of himself as broken and sees what he could have been in Tim. Tim eventually does break through to Damian and the older boy comes back to Gotham taking up an oracle-type role.

Damian starts to see Tim as a little brother and enjoys having him around. Not long after Tim meets a ninja girl named Stephine Brown. Through a series of events convinces her to join the bats. Taking her under his wing Tim trains her to take his place so he can leave for a secret project called Titan. Only Steph and Damian know about this project.

One day on patrol Tim tries to help the wrong person causing him to get shot in the stomach. Tim gets away but he's bleeding heavily. Damian's on the comms trying to help him but everyone is to far away. Tim stumbles through the street before sliding down against a pole. In his last minutes, he talks to Damian and Bruce about how grateful he was to be a bat and tells Stephine how much he appreciated her friendship and how proud he was of her. Damian is on the comms the entire time helpless as his brother dies, his last words I love you guys.

#reverse robins #reverse batfam #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #batfam #batman #bruce wayne

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writerofadream · 4 months

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Thirteen: Princess and the Frog

You were bored, out of your mind. So bored that you had started to juggle which wasn’t something you had done since you were maybe three.

Your mothers had sent Duncan and you to an acrobat camp because your fathers wanted you to get stronger in your upper body.

The tiny rubber spheres flew into your hands and back up again with practiced ease. You were so caught up in watching them fly you didn’t notice the chocolate covered underwear that just flew in front of you. But then you did.

Your eyes quickly found the redhead responsible. “Harold, what the hell.” You let the balls fall into your hands and you had half the mind to throw them at the boy. Despite his protests you walked away now annoyed.

But before you could get very far you heard Chef Hatchet on the speakers calling you to the dock of shame.

The way he was talking didn’t have you excited.

As you lightly jogged over to the dock you saw your green-haired devil who was walking on his hands beside Geoff. “Hey cutie.” You resumed juggling. “Hey darling.” Duncan said as his hands felt the difference from the grass to the hard boards.

“Just kiss already, geeze.” Geoff rolled his eyes as you all lined up.

“You call this proper formation!” Chef Hatchet was losing his absolute mind. His stick whapped everybody no matter what they were doing. T

he stick hit Duncan’s arms making them fall down, you noticed his body tense. Memories of his father were surely coursing through him. “No fun?” Chef yelled, sounding confused on why the balls were in your hands and he quickly threw them in the water, his stick hit your thigh making you stand on both legs at attention.

You were going to start yelling.

“Shut up.” Duncan hissed beside you, he was not going to let you lose your cool on Chef, not today. You both had gone to a million military schools. You’ve had worse teachers than this. One lady actually had fourteen-year-old Duncan and you ran fifty laps while carrying twenty pound bags.

Do you want to know why?

Because you asked when lunch was.

“Today’s challenge will not be an easy one. In fact I do not expect everyone to come out alive.” Chef yelled into the megaphone making the sound ring in your ears.

When faced with trauma people deal with it in a multitude of ways. Some revert into a submissive state, some fight back with a vengeance, some deal with it with laughter, some turn themselves off.

Duncan and you were the last too.

Your mind was quiet and your face went blank and you had a rigid posture.

Three years ago

“You are a grown adult so act like it. My training will make you stronger than you ever were before, youngling.” The man got close to your face and spit flying across your cheeks, you nodded.

“We are fourteen? The only thing making us stronger is milk… sir.” Duncan winked and the man hit him across the face without a second thought.

Duncan on the other hand was… pissed.

“My orders are to make sure every baby here drops out of my boot camp. Except one.” He yelled through the megaphone and your eye twitched. “The last one standing wins immunity for their team.” He whipped Owen.

Then he began down his set of rules. “Yes, Master Chief.” God, that sound was too familiar, you cringed at your words.

The first challenge was to hold a boat over your heads for as long as physically possible. But Chris wanted you to do another monologue bit in the outhouse.

—

“I am an obedient soldier. No matter if I want to or not.” You muttered staring at the camera, you held your hands as if trying to wring the sweat out of them, your leg shaking anxiously. You were trained at a very early age. Your wants, and needs? Didn’t matter. “

—

Master Chief explained the rules of the challenge and Gwen watched as Duncan directed you towards the canoe, his hands were on your hips as if you were blind and couldn’t see. She noticed that there was something going on in your mind. Some unseen battle.

You lifted the canoe above your head and had to laugh when Owen and Geoff thought this would be easy.

—

“Come on you sissies you’ve only been at it for three hours.” Chef yelled at you and you noticed how weak the other team was becoming. Duncan had an abusive father, and you’ve had to take care of a man who was supposed to take care of you since you were five. You were beyond used to pain.

Geoff caught Harold's underwear.

Harold took his hands off the boat.

What a stupid, stupid, man.

“Is there a problem here?” Chef’s head bent down to look at you spit flew on your face and you almost lost it right there. This was too familiar.

—

The moon was bright above you.

Duncan had his chin tucked into your collarbone. He was snoring softly. He knew you wouldn’t fall, you never did. Lindsay on the other hand, lost the challenge for her team as she rang the bell. “Wake up, tiger.” You whispered as your team dropped the canoe gratefully. “I’m up, I’m up baby.” Duncan’s voice was filled with a rasp that made your heart skip a beat.

Chef and Chris had you all go to the cafeteria and you stared at the trash cans in front of you. “You remember when my dad didn’t give me money to buy food that month after my mom died, so I had to eat from the trash.” You chuckled into your palm smiling at the memory. “Fucking racoon.” Duncan laughed much to Courtney’s horror.

“You’ve got ten minutes to eat before night training.” Chef announced.

The entire camp groaned at the mention of night training. Duncan shook his head and you wanted to start shaking with laughter. Gwen asked a VERY obvious question. “Where’s the food?”

“Right here. At war you take what you can get!” Chef smiled, taking a lid off the trash. The rancid smell filled the room.

It was probably good that you were getting used to not eating.

You went with Duncan as he pranked Harold for throwing the underwear at you. He gave him kitchen grease. Which was probably deadly but it’s okay. You rolled your eyes as Harold spit out the drink. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend, Tarun.” You put a hand on your hip.

“Okay look, I know you like me sweetheart. He knows you like me, everybody knows it.” Duncan leaned close, wrapping his arm around your waist causing you to smirk, booping him on the nose.

“So here’s a tip. You want to kiss me? I might let you.” He winked and you rolled your eyes blowing him a kiss. “In your dreams, baby. But don’t let me stop you from dreaming.”

Geoff gave Duncan a look as you went back to talk to Bridgette who had asked you to help her do something with the trash.

“Oh you're in love aren’t you man?” Geoff noticed the look the green-haired boy gave you. “None of your business, blondie.” Duncan ran a hand through his hair.

—

You were having dance classes at two in the morning.

By a man in military clothing.

Still not the strangest thing you’ve done to be honest.

You looked to your side but Duncan had disappeared, he reappeared next to the boom-box and turned it off. Chef screamed at him. “Tarun what are you doing?” You yelled at him.

“If someone drops out, we’re done for the day.” Duncan said matter of factly. “You're done when I say you're done.” Chef yelled, ordering him to do 20 pushups.

That’s strange.

Duncan does one hundred pushups every morning.

(Juvie habits)

“Anyone else have something they want to say?” Chef challenged the campers surrounding him. Gwen went to the restroom. Suddenly before you could stop yourself you raised your hand. Chef raised an eyebrow as did Duncan. You didn’t ever challenge authority.

“Can I do twenty as well?” Your face broke into a small smile and Duncan almost leapt with joy.

Chef ordered you to do twenty and you bent down next to the boy. “Oh my days, did I just see a certain girl disobey her superiors? When did you learn how to do that?” Duncan smiled as he did his twenty in sync with you.

The music continued.

“I do a lot of things for people I have crushes on. Thought you knew that, Tarun.” You winked and he had to stop his twenty because did you just say what he thinks you just said?

—-

Chef put you in the cafeteria again and he ordered you to write a three-hundred-word essay on why ‘he was the best’. You’ve had a lot of vain people be in charge of you. But that’s a whole other level.

It was three a.m, by the time everyone was done.

Honestly your essay wasn’t even about Chef Hatchet.

It was about the idiot beside you.

Just instead of writing Duncan you put ‘Master Chief. It worked, it worked REALLY well actually. “She’s my new favorite.” Chef declared. “Teacher's pet.” Duncan yawned and you smiled innocently.

Duncan of course had to challenge the teacher.

God he never grew up.

You of course had to save him. “No, he’s going to go right to bed.” You dragged the boy away from the sergeant. “If you get eliminated I am going to murder you.” You jabbed a finger in his chest. “Didn’t know you cared, doll.” Duncan yawned again, he was amazed you were still up.

“I don’t. But if we lose this challenge because you are a rebellious idiot I will eat all of your hair gel.” You said. Duncan smirked, you talked a LOT of nonsense when you were tired. “Just don’t get yourself killed because I will make sure your mother beats you if you do.” You kissed his cheek and went to splash some water on your face.

“I love her.” Duncan muttered.

“No, really, bro?” Geoff rolled his eyes.

—

The next challenge was to complete a death-defying course in one minute. There was something familiar about this course which you didn’t remember until you were jumping from one head to another as you raced up the wall.

You were twelve the first time you did this course

Five years ago

“It’s unfair, really.” Duncan laughed as he watched you fly through the obstacle course which was made for grown adult men. “How so?” The counselor looked at him mildly confused, this was supposed to be a punishment drill.

“Acrobatics have always been her favorite thing.”

Duncan did extremely well on the course, he did it slowly on purpose, just so he could grate at Chef Hatchet’s nerves, which earned him one night of solitary confinement.

He wasn’t even scared of the punishment. He was scared of what his stupid mind was going to conjure up for him.

—

At dinner, breakfast, lunch, you don’t know anymore you're dead tired. You stirred the mush that was your food before declaring. “I’m going to go check on him. Idiots should not be alone for that long.” You stood up and Geoff smiled at you.

“Does little ole Y/N, have a crush?” he asked. “Clearly, now shush or I’ll gouge out your eyes. Ciao!” You winked when the boy paled.

You used your phone's flashlight to find the door to the boathouse.

“Oi, tiger, you in here?” You called out into the darkness before your eyes adjusted, you saw Duncan smiling at you though it was obvious he was shaking. “Heya princess, come to claim your kiss?” He winked.

“Actually yes, maybe you’ll turn into a prince. I brought food.” You handed him the bowl as you sat down.

“I prefer bait.”

You giggle rolling your eyes. “I hate how I love your laugh.” He said in what you believed was mock amazement. It indeed was not. “I don’t get you, Duncan. How do you egg adults on like that?” You had to laugh. That was your number one fear. Adults.

“You're the one that doesn’t make sense. You're so free when it comes to kids our age. But the second it's an adult you clam up, and turn into a soldier, it’s crazy.” Duncan laughed in bewilderment. “I think it’s because I’m so used to taking care of them.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“You wanna ditch the shack for some pb&j’s?” Duncan asked.

“This isn’t you just trying to get me to eat, is it?” You leveled a fish as if you would smack him with it. “No? I’m hungry too, it’s not always about you.” he said quite dramatically. (He was just trying to get you to eat)

You snuck into the counseling tent and stole a bunch of food.

Also alcohol.

Lots.

—

You were sharing the food with everyone. Duncan and Geoff were busy pranking Harold so he didn’t notice how many drinks you had. (Five shots of vodka to be precise) You were grabbing another one and before Bridgette could protest you chugged that one too.

“That was a mistake.”

You quickly threw the contents of your stomach over the railing and Duncan walked out feeling a mild sense of worry.

“So the perfect soldier can be a kid sometimes too?” He smiled holding your hair back. You smiled clearly, still a bit drunk as you sat back up.

He gave you a bunch of peppermints. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been free like that, tiger.” You giggled. “I just want more.” You sighed wistfully.

“You could always give me that kiss, princess.” He cupped your chin smiling. “Are we sure that you're my type?” You questioned ruffling his hair and he leaned into your hand.

“Enjoy a funless life then.” He smiled dramatically, turning his back on you. “Enjoy prison, I’m sure the army would love to finally have me.” You smirked.

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“Oh you’d never leave me. Who’d make you laugh-” He whined his eyes shut and just like that you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, a long one.

“Lucky for you we’ll never find out, baby.” You kissed him one more time and skipped away.

“LET’S GO MAN!” Geoff, Duncan, and DJ were losing their minds.

You smiled. Unbeknownst to you, Harold had been watching you, and he wanted revenge on Duncan… but from the side..? You look like an exact replica of Courtney.

The next challenge was a bore. All you had to do was hang upside down. Duncan got out first, weirdly enough. This was something you had practice with. You loved hanging upside down. It felt strangely amazing.

That was for the first thirty minutes. But after having a lot of alcohol. You have to come down.

So you guys lost.

At the campfire that night the strangest thing happened…

Courtney was voted out!

Duncan and you were confused.

Geoff and Bridgette were also confused.

Harold smiled.

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butterfly-writer · 11 months

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if isn’t too much to ask I loved loved jinx request and I l wanted to ask if u can do part 2

Maybe takes place where it left off and Bakugou still in shock and feels guilty about what happens to reader he tries to find to fix his ways but things don’t end up well he does find reader

But reader wants vengeance revenge but deep down she still broken girl she was before bakugou sees that tries to help her

But reader doesn’t want help she just jinx who ruins everything around her and league help her through they saw her as someone who is more then a jinx she perfect

But when Bakugou tries to reason not give up she get conflicted and has breakdown

Like that once scene I acrane maybe reader like This is a trick your playing me Shut up I’m in no mood (talking to herself) something along the lines like that

The ending can be up to you I let you decide but this prompted idea I had for part 2 I hope this makes sense :)

DOUBLE JINX!!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bakugou tries to find his old victim but she finds him instead. Oh? Will Bakugou try to reason with her as the League of Villains try to recruit him? Will she accept?

★☽A/N: I wouldn’t mind doing another part! Though this part may be a bit longer… But I hope you guys will like it!!

★☽A/N 2 weeks later: Haha! Nevermind!! It’s definitely gonna be super long, I’m having too much fun on this. ENJOY!!

Contents: Angst - mentions of breakdowns - bullying - harsh words - A VERY LONG FANFIC

Y/N’s quirk: Arcanna (Allows the user to create crystal-like balls that can be used to boost the user’s stats, power up weapons (Like guns), and can be used as explosives when crushed.)

· • —– ٠ ✡ ٠ —– • ·

It was a week after the U.S.J accident. Kirishima decided to report the fact that the villain that attacked the redhead himself and his friend knew the blonde. Katsuki Bakugou was then interrogated to know what he knows about the villain. He explained how she was an old classmate and her name is Y/N L/N, but must’ve changed it into Jinx, leaving out the reason she’s targeting him. It was a full day, getting asked questions but he finally finished and was able to go back home.

With Jinx, she was planning the perfect revenge that involves her beloved babies! She plans to torture the blonde with all her gadgets and even torture him mentally, how she knew about his terrible personality, how he harassed students, and even about the snarky comment to poor Izuku Midoriya. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.

Back in U.A, Bakugou tries to convince the teachers to at least reason with the H/C girl, saying that she's just been misguided (shocking to be coming from him). Midoriya, as an old classmate of hers, also asks to try to reason with the villain, stating the same reason as Bakugou's. But U.A didn't really believe them since she was part of the League Of Villains group.

As the weeks went by, the problem was forgotten as they prepared for the Quirk Training Camp for class 1A and 1B. Little did they know, LOV decided to join in the fun. And with a few new members, they were ready to invade.

⭒☆━━━━☆⭒

On top of a mountain, away from the naked eye, stood the LOV.

“Mmm!! I mean, I don’t like this. It’s not cute.” A blonde girl complained, adjusting the mask to fit her face. “This was made by the designer behind the scenes, right? Appearances don't matter, as long as it’s useful.” A guy in a middle school uniform and a green firefighter hat and a smoke mask said. “I’m not talking about that! I just don’t wanna wear it!” She whined. “Hi!! Sorry for the wait.” Another villain appeared from the shadows with shoulder length brown hair. “Work…work…” A villain, covered in black leather with only his mouth visible but was forced open with metal rods, repeatedly said. A lizard looking dude also appeared, along with some others, including a certain H/C. “That makes eight.” A raspy voice counted.

“I don’t care, just let me at ‘em. I’m getting too pumped up.” One of them demanded, A burnt looking man turned his head to look behind him, “Shut up, you crazy bastards.” He said with an annoyed tone. “Not yet.” He reminded them, “We’ll move when all eleven of us are here.” He smiled widely with his eyes widened, looking down at the rest of the forest. “Gathering a bunch of punks who are just strong will only increase the risk. It’s better to have a small group of experienced elites.” He said.

“First, we make them realize.. That their peace is resting in our hands.”

⭒☆━━━━☆⭒

Class 1A and 1B were having the time of their life! Training hard to improve their Quirks to become the ideal hero they hoped for themselves, while the extra lessons students weren’t having that much fun as their energy was drained from their bodies. The hero agency they were staying with, The Wild, Wild Pussycats, planned an activity for both classes to participate, except for the ones who failed the practical exam. A class would have to scare the most students of the other class who would be walking through a path around the forest property of the agency. It was called "The Test Of Courage." Class 1A would be the scarees and 1B would be the scarers first. Class 1A pulled out a piece of paper to determine their partner for the test. Each pair would have to find cards with their names on it in the middle of the route in order to win, they had 3 minutes to do so before switching with another pair of students.

After grouping the students, they finally started off the challenge. Time went by as the screams of students roared the forests until group number 5 was next. “Ribbit-kitty, Uraraka-kitty, go!!!” A pussycat member yelled.

The two girls, Uraraka and Tsuyu, walked along the dense forest’s path in great fear. “I’m scared, Tsu… There are so many screams…” She whispered softly to the green haired girl. “Kyoka and Toru, huh? Let’s hold hands.” Tsuyu said, “It’s fine, I’m not scared.” She assured, extending her hand out for Uraraka to hold. “Let’s go.” She encouraged the brunette as they walked deeper into the forest.

Three students of 1B were laughing away at their amazing scares to class 1A. One of the students smelled something odd. “Hey, doesn’t it smell like something is burning?” She pointed out. “Huh? Now that you mentioned it, it suddenly got smoky…” One of them realized. A sudden smoky purple mist quickly spread around their area. “Did Bakugou and Todoroki get so scared, they fired off their quirks?” He jokingly said but suddenly he stopped in his words when he suddenly felt sleepy and passed out, causing both his classmates to worry. “Honenuki?!” An orange haired girl called out and was sent in shock when he felt hard on the ground.

“Yui! Don’t breathe it in!” She called out, using her Quirk, Big Fist, to cover her friend. She covered her nose as well, she looked around as she took in everything around her. ‘This smoke.. It’s poisonous!’

Back in camp with the rest of the students, one of the Pussycats smelled the air, taking in the burnt smell. ‘What is this smell?’ She wondered. “That’s…” A student pointed out, the two pro heroes looked out to see black smoke. Students started to worry about the smoke that was emanating from somewhere. Suddenly a huge explosion came out of nowhere! Creating more smoke around the forest.

Deep inside the forest, the cause of the burning smell and black smoke was a burnt looking man with dark purple scars, using his quirk to fire a tree to create smoke to fear the students and heroes. The cause of the explosion was a H/C girl, creating crystals out of nothing from her hands and smashing them to the ground to create them.

“Now… It begins..”

Suddenly one of the pro heroes got grabbed and was pulled away from the students. “Pixie-bob!” One of the students called out.

Uraraka and Tsuyu, unaware of the rising problem, walked deeper and deeper into the woods, unknowing a certain blonde ready to attack them.

Pixie-bob was on the ground, a metal that was covered with cloth was pressed against the side of her forehead, causing it to bruise and bleed. “These pet cats are in the way.” The villain spoke. Mineta slowly stepped back in fear, “Wh-Why?” He cowardly asked. “I thought they made double sure…” He muttered. “Why are villains here?!” He yelled in fear.

“Pixie-bob!” Midoriya called out, running towards her but was stopped by the two other Pussycats. “Oh no..” One of them muttered. Midoriya realized that her nephew, Kota, wasn’t with her.

‘Kota!!”

“We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will take care of them.”

⭒☆━━━━━━━☆⭒

“Isn’t it fun, Dabi?” A villain asked, smiling widely as she threw her explosive crystals to the ground. “Shut up, you crazy child…” He groaned. “Child? I’m 16!!” She whined, “But you act like a child..” He replied back. “Hmph! Rude burnt nugget.” She insulted, turning back and starting to walk away. “I’m gonna go with Mr. Compress, I heard we have to collect someone.” She inform but Dabi couldn’t care less. “I don’t give a fuck, just go you lunatic.” He spat and she laughed it off, “My bully in middle school did worse! You can’t hurt me!!” She yelled out as she walked further away from her old position.

⭒☆━━━━☆⭒

“How are you on this fine evening, U.A High School?” The lizard looking villain asked, “We are the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains!” He introduced proudly with his arms out. “The League of Villains?!” Ojiro repeated, “Why are they here?” He muttered. “Shall I crush this lady’s head? What d’you think?” The villain asked, pressing harder on her head. “Well, what do you think?” She asked again. “Like I’d let you, you!-” Tiger was enraged from seeing his comrade being pressed against the ground by the huge block of metal. “Wait, Big Sis Mag! Don’t be hasty! You too, Tiger.” The Lizard said, cutting off Tiger’s words. “It all depends on whether having power over life and death follows Stain’s tenets or not.” He said. “Stain..!” Midoriya muttered, remembering the Hero Killer, Stain.

“So you’re the ones his ideology brought?” Iida asked, already having his fighting stance. “That’s right!” The villain confirmed, joyfully admitting with his arms out. “I’m– Oh yea, you, with the glasses!” He was just about to introduce himself when he recognized Iida’s appearance. “You were the one who put an end to Stain at Hosu City.” The lizard realized. “I apologize for my late introduction.” He apologized with a grin, taking out a covered weapon to reveal a leather stick with hundreds of sharpened swords and knives attached to it by some leather belts. “I’m Spinner, the one who will bring his dreams into reality!” He introduced.

⭒☆━━━━☆⭒

Back in the forest, there were students from 1B and pairs of 1A trying to get out of the forest and follow Mandalay’s orders to get back to camp. Kendo, a student from 1B, ran as fast as she could with her two friends in her fists. She suddenly stopped when she heard noises from the bushes and her name being called out. It was her classmate, Tetsutestu with Ibara in his arms. “Tetsutetsu, Ibara! What’s with the masks?” Kendo asked, “Yaoyorozu from class 1A made them! Awase’s showing her the locations of the other 1B students so they can go rescue them!” He explained. “Hurry, grab one! I got a bunch on me.” He said, turning to his side so Kendo could grab them. She put her two friends out of her fist and grabbed masks for herself and the others. “Thanks!” She thanked him, already putting on the mask on her face.

“We need to get back to camp. It’s dangerous out here since we don’t know where the villains are.” She said, “No, I’m going to fight too.” Tetsu declined. “Protect Shiozaki and Kodai.” He ordered Kendo. “Huh?! But Mandalay said not to fight!” She argued. “You’re always rebuking Monoma but didn’t you feel it in your heart somewhere? The difference between our class and 1A’s?” Testu asked. “I’ve been feeling it! We got into U.A with the same exam, studying the same curriculum. What’s the difference? It’s obvious! What they had that we didn’t… A crisis! They turned their crises into chances! It’s only natural! How can a hero turn their back on wrongdoers?” Testu wholeheartedly said, “Testutestu!” The orange haired girl said to stop him from going. “Don’t try to stop me, Kendo.” Testu ordered, “If we don’t stand now, then when will we?” He said, “I’ll definitely find the villains and beat the living daylights out of them!!” Testu said in determination.

“Woah!! That’s a really good speech!”

A sudden voice spoke from the depths of the forest, catching the three conscious students off guard. ‘A villain!’ Kendo noticed, looking around frantically for the villain. “I just love the determination heroes have! I used to have that..” The voice spoke again, “Show your face! Stop being a coward!” Testu yelled out. “Man.. You’re no fun!” The voice groaned. The ravenhead of the group suddenly saw a figure in the branches. From H/C H/L hair, to the clothes, and the expression. “Oh?” Someone spoke, dashing out of their hiding spot, they pounced onto the ravenhead. “You’re super cute!! D’you have a partner? The villain smiled.

Kendo quickly used her quirk to push the villain off, making them bash into a tree. “Tch! You’re no fun!!” The villain angrily yelled, brushing off the chipped wood off their body. Revealing their figure from the shadows, “You haven’t even let me introduce myself! But I’ll forgive you for that.” They smiled. Kendo and Testu kept on a fighting stance as they prepared for the worst. “My name’s Jinx! It’s a pleasure to meet class 1B! I honestly like you guys better, very underrated.” She said with a smile. “How did you know that?” Kendo asked cautiously. “The sports festival! Testutestu, you have a very similar quirk to Kirishima, perhaps you both are related?” She asked, slowly walking towards the students. “What? Actually- Are we?” Testu muttered, his guard down as he tried to think of an answer.

“You guys are really boring… Hmm.. Bye!!” She said before creating a crystal out of nowhere and smashed it into the ground, creating an explosion that took her off the ground and away from them.

“Wait!!” Kendo called out but it was too late, the H/C villain was already gone.

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Everywhere in the forest was pure chaos. Midoriya was going to fight Muscular, a villain who killed Kota’s parents, to protect Kota himself and back in camp were students who had extra lessons and the pro heroes who were busy with their own company.

But all of that chaos was unknown from Bakugou and Todoroki’s perspective.

“DAMN IT!!” Bakugou angrily said, stomping along with Todoroki with his hand covering his face to prevent smelling the gas that was emanating from the forest. “Is this gas a villain’s quirk?” Todoroki wondered with a soft voice, carrying a student from 1B on his back. “I’m worried about the others, but we don’t have a choice.” He said, looking at Bakugou. “We’ll avoid the finish line and get back to camp.” He instructed, looking back straight ahead.

Amidst the forest was Mr. Compress, waiting for the signal. He suddenly heard rustling and quickly turned around to only be spooked by Jinx. “BOO!!” She shouted, giving him a scare. “My goodness! You gave me a fright, Jinx!” He expressed. “Hehe, sorry!” She apologized. “Anyways~ Watchu doin’?” She asked with a curious tone. “I’m waiting.” He replied, “Waiting for what?” She asked again. “The signal.” He responded. “What signal?” She asked again.

“The signal to capture our new recruit.” He responded which Jinx nodded, confirming that she now understood. “Who are we recruiting? Is it one of the students? Oo! Someone my age for once!!” She clapped her hands together in excitement. Mr. Compress chuckled in amusement, “Yes, it’s one of the students. Shigaraki said he will be very viable for us.” He confirmed.

“YIPEE!!” She yelled loudly, jumping up and down the single branch she was sitting on. She jumped a bit too hard and caused the branch to snap and she fell down hard onto the ground. “Ouch! I’m okay!!” She assured loudly and gave a thumbs up with a smile. Mr. Compress just gave her a thumbs up back but she didn’t know that he was smiling in amusement. ‘Such a lovely kid, such a shame society failed her.’ He thought before looking around for that recruit.

[Extra]

A few weeks ago, Mr. Compress has just been recruited. He walked up to Jinx, “Would you like to be my assistant? You have a quite similar Quirk to mine.” He asked her, “Really?! Absolutely!!!” Jinx excitedly agreed, hugging Mr. Compress and lifting him up with her strength out of joy. “Thank you!! Thank you!!” She thanked him with such joy.

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[SKIP AGAIN]

Deku quickly jumped off the cliff where he left Muscular, a villain he defeated, buried into a dent of the cave he punched him into with Kota on his back. He thought back to what Muscular asked.

“Where’s the kid called Bakugou?”

Deku had a bad feeling about it, he was worried about the state of Bakugou now that he had a feeling the villains wanted to capture him.

He quickly dashes through the forest. ‘Almost there!!’ He estimated. “Hey, look!!” Kota pointed out loudly. Deku looked at where Kota was looking at and it was Eraserhead! “Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya called out to his teacher who stopped to look, “Midori-” He stopped his sentence and realized that Midoriya was shirtless with two broken arms and with Kota on his back. “It’s terrible right now! There are a lot of things I need to tell you!” Midoriya spoke in his frantic state.

Midoriya kept on rambling about how he had to tell Mandalay and how he had to bring Kota back but he was cut off by the calls by his teacher. “I said hey!” Aizawa said, finally catching Midoriya’s attention. “Please take care of Kota!” Midoriya pleaded to him. Midoriya started to ramble a bit again but all Aizawa could think of was that Midoriya was in no state to keep on running and helping the situation de-escalate.

“Please!” He pleaded again and ended up dashing into the forest again before Aizawa got the chance to talk. “Wait- Midoriya!” He called out, Deku stopped to hear his words. “Those injuries… You did it again, didn’t you?” “Did you forget what happened in Hosu?” Aizawa reminded him. “For uncertified individuals to cause injury with their Quirks without specific instruction from their guardians or supervisors is a clear violation of the rules.” Those words from the hound dog back in Hosu repeated in Midoriya’s mind.

“No, but..” He was about to protest but had no reason to, “So tell Mandalay this..” Aizawa said before telling Deku about everything that he wanted to share with the rest of the students.

In the camp, everyone was fighting hard. Just as Mandalay was gonna get hit, two feet landed hard on Spinner’s weapon. “Mandalay! Kota’s fine!” Midoriya said, assuring the pro hero was shocked by his arrival, “You..!” She remembered. Midoriya fell with a slide onto the ground, “And here’s a message to Mr. Aizawa! Tell everyone with Telepath!” He pleaded.

“Everyone in 1A and 1B! In the name of the pro hero, Eraserhead, you are granted permission to engage in combat!” Midoriya said loudly for her to hear. She quickly nodded and repeated those exact words to every single student that was in the forest.

After she finished, she ordered Midoriya to get back to camp immediately because of his abnormal injuries. Midoriya denied and asked to send one more message.

“The villains. At least one of their targets is… They’re after Kacchan!”

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[I’m going to spare the wait and just give the main event!!]

Todoroki and Bakugou just saved Tokoyami by using their Quirks to calm Dark Shadow who was destroying everything in its path.

“Tokoyami, are you alright?” Shoji walked up to Tokoyami with Midoriya on his back. “You did a good job doing what we asked.” He praised Tokoyami. “Sorry Shoji…” He apologized, feeling truly guilty for his actions. “You too, Midoriya.. I was too immature. I let my anger take over and released Dark Shadow… The influence of the darkness and my anger spurred on that guy…” He added, looking down at his shaking hands. “In the end, it got so strong that I couldn’t hold it back and ended up hurting Shoji.” He blamed himself. “We can leave that for later. That’s what you would say, right?” Shoji said, shocking Tokoyami from his statement. He looked up to see Shoji looking at him with such kind eyes with Midoriya who was behind him, smiling an assuring smile.

“Oh right! We confirmed that one of the villain’s targets is Kacchan.” Midoriya said, quickly getting back into serious matters. “Bakugou? Are they trying to kill him? Why?” Shoji asked. “I don’t know. Anyways, I think the camp is the safest place since there are two pros, Vlad King and Mr. Aizawa, there.” Midoriya said. Bakugou was looking at the 3 talking in a pure confused state. “I see, so now our mission is to escort Bakugou there, correct?” Tokoyami asked in confirmation.

Midoriya continued to explain the situation back in the campsite, how the Pussycats were still fighting and that going through that path would bring attention from the villains and they would lose time. He then suggested a shortcut, cutting straight across the forest. “We don’t know how many villains there are. We might come across one suddenly” Shoji presented a con. “We could use Shoji’s search ability. And we have Todoroki’s freezing, and if Tokoyami is okay with it, an invincible Dark Shadow with built-in controls..” Midoriya suggested.

After that, they began walking through the forest according to plan with Bakugou complaining about the arrangement. Along the way, they were met with Uraraka and Tsuyu who were up against a villain named Toga Himiko, a name they learned later on.

Tsuyu then pointed out with a question after Midoriya explained that they were escorting Bakugou back to camp because of his big target on his back, “You’re protecting Bakugou? Where is Bakugou?” Midoriya was surprised at first, “What are you saying? Kacchan is right behind–” He looked behind to see Bakugou missing! Where has he gone?

“Katsuki Bakugou?” An unknown voice sounded out of nowhere, making Midoriya look up to the source. “I took him with my magic.” The man with an orange coat was standing atop of a branch of a tree. Tossing the marble with Bakugou inside, he said, “This talent isn’t someone who should be on the hero's side.” “We’ll take him on a stage where he can shine more.” He explained. “So! You’re telling me he’s the recruit?” Another voice, a female one, sounded from another branch. “Yes, Jinx. I apologize if this inconveniences you.” He apologized.

‘Y/N!!’ Midoriya looked up to see Jinx on another branch. “Midoriya?! You have a Quirk? That’s certainly an amazing miracle! I really envy you for having such a powerful Quirk!” She said, sitting down on the branch. Midoriya looked back to Mr. Compress with an angered look on his face, “Give him back!” He demanded.

“Give him back? That’s a strange thing to say. Bakugou doesn’t belong to anyone. He’s his own person, you egoist.” He said back. “And also, why would you want him back? He has been nothing but awful to you.” Jinx jumped in. “Awful?” Todoroki naively asked, “Yes! Awful! He bullied sweet little Izuku because he didn’t have a quirk. Even though Izu has one now, he didn’t have one back in Middle school and Kacchan treated him horrible. And that snarky comment!” Jinx explained. “Do you know it? Katsuki Bakugou said, “Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!” To Midoriya, baiting him with suicide! He told Midoriya to go kill himself! An aspiring hero said that, to a Quirkless boy, no doubt!” She finally said it, she exposed him to that terrible statement he said to Midoriya.

“Give him back!!” Midoriya yelled once more, Todoroki quickly asking Shoji to move before releasing a spike of ice towards Mr. Compress and then at Jinx. They both jumped away from the students, catching them off guard. “The path he’s on now with its fanatical values is not the only path he can take. Kids these days are made to choose their paths based on their values.” Mr. Compress said, holding onto his hat to prevent it from falling before landing down softly on a tree with Jinx by his side.

Shoji looked behind him and realized that Tokoyami wasn’t with them and told Midoriya who also just realized. “To go out of your way to talk to us… You’re underestimating us.” Todoroki said, glaring at the villain. “I was originally an entertainer, you know? It’s a bad habit of mine.” The villain said, twirling a marble on his fingers. “Taking Tokoyami was simply an improvisation on my part.” He explained, revealing a second marble.

“You bastard!! Don’t take them!!!” Midoriya yelled with anger. “Calm down, Midoriya!” Shoji said, trying to calm his friend down. Todoroki was enraged, quickly asking Uraraka to hold the 1B student he had on his back and quickly stepped hard on the ground and released an entire mountain sized ice attack towards Mr. Compress and Jinx.

“Sorry! Tricks and running away are my only redeeming features!! There’s no way I’d fight students who are heroes in training.” Mr. Compress said loudly from a far which left Todoroki surprised. “Here’s a trick to keep you entertained!!” Jinx said before creating a crystal and threw it hard onto Todoroki’s ice which set off a huge F/C explosive which left the group’s ears ringing which bought them some time to leave.

“Vanguard Action Squad! Target successfully collected! It was just a short while, but with this, our show has come to a close!! As arranged, head to the retrieval point in the next five minutes!!” Mr. Compress reported. “And if you’re late, we’ll leave you behind!~” Jinx sing songy said before hanging up with Mr. Compress.

“Come to a close..?”

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“Huh? No one else is here yet?” Toga was first to arrive. “You lunatic, did you get the blood? How many people’s worth?” Dabi called out to her. “One person’s worth!” She proudly said. “Just one?!” Twice joined in. “Weren’t you supposed to get at least three??” He complained. “It couldn’t be helped. I thought I was going to be killed.” She sadly responded. “Anyways–”

They continued talking when Dabi noticed something from afar. Mr. Compress was suddenly pushed onto the ground with 3 students of 1A on his back with Jinx beside him, shocked by the attack but couldn’t act on time in the air.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!!” Twice said in a panicked voice. “I know these kids!!” He recognized them. “Who are they?!” His second personality said.

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“KACCHAN!!!”

There was a quick fight. The 1A students successfully got Tokoyami back but lost Bakugou in the hands of Dabi who was already in the portal and was out of reach. Everyone was rather distressed about it. Kirishima is trying to get Midoriya to join him to try to save him but Midoriya and his classmates said otherwise. Not because they didn’t want to save him but the amount of restrictions they have as heroes in training and that Eraserhead’s permission was dismissed so they had their hands tied.

When Todoroki and Midoriya had some time alone, he wanted to ask him something. “That thing that Jinx said.. ABout Bakugou telling you to go die… Is that true?” He hesitantly asked Midoriya. Midoriya stayed silent for a while before responding, “Yes, but it’s all in the past and I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Midoriya smiled at Todoroki. “It’s a serious offense, are you sure you’re that okay?” Todoroki asked. “Yes, I’m sure.” Midoriya assured him.

In the little bar base, the League of Villains tries again to pursue Bakugou into joining them.

“I’ll ask you one more time, aspiring hero, Katsuki Bakugou.. Will you join us?” Shigaraki asked once more, every single member staring at the student who was strapped onto a metal chair with many leather straps and a huge cuboid shaped metal trapping his hands to prevent his Quirk from activating and attacking them.

Bakugou just simply smirked and said, “If you’re gonna talk in your sleep, you should go do that and die.” With his snarky tone, glaring at Shigaraki. “Why did you even join these extras? You’re way better than them.” He said, turning his attention to Jinx, “You were second best, you had the second highest scores after me.” Jinx just chuckled darkly and walked out of the shadows and stood beside Shigaraki. “You know.. It’s funny how you still try to keep your ego by saying “You were second best after me” I mean, come on? Are you trying to keep your ego or trying to “change” me?” Jinx said, sounding sarcastic at the word, “Change.”

The TV started playing. It was Mr. Aizawa, Vlad King, and Mr. Nezu, presented on TV for the accident at the training camp. They addressed the press and apologized for their actions. Just as they started the questionnaire, Shigaraki turned off the TV.

“It’s so strange..” Shigaraki started, “Why are the heroes being criticized?” He questioned, sounding “upset” by the heroes’ situation. “The way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark.” He complained. “Is it because it’s their job to protect? Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they supposed to be perfect?” He wondered. “Modern-day heroes are so uptight. Don’t you think, Bakugou?” He asked the ashy blonde.

“Once heroes receive compensation to protect people, they aren’t heroes anymore.” Spinner, a wannabe Stain, said. “That is Stain’s teaching.” He explained.

“The strange system of transforming people’s lives into money or glory… The society that sticks tight to those rules… The citizens who blame the losers rather than encourage them.. Our fight is to question: What is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just? We’ll have everyone thinking about it. We’re planning on winning. You like winning, too, right?” Shigaraki boasted with a grin on his face but was covered by an ashy decay-like hand attached to his crusty, non-moisturized, ugly face.

“Dabi, release his restraints.” Dabi turned to Shigaraki with a confused face. “What? He’s gonna attack, y’know?” Dabi pointed out. “It’s fine! We need to treat him like an equal, since we’re recruiting him.” Shigaraki assured with his arms out as a form of “rest assurement” towards the entire group. “Equal my ass..” Jinx mumbled.

This conversation went on long enough until All Might saved the day by pretending to be a pizza delivery guy before bashing an entire opening in the abandoned bar. The group was captured and was restrained by wood by Kamui Woods. Shigaraki was distressed and yelled his words in anger towards the heroes. A splash of goo turned into a massive amount of goo spilling out of the LOV’s mouths and suddenly, they vanished within the goo that engulfed them!

The group was saved by All For One. They tried their best to keep Bakugou within their grasp but a small group of 1A students, consisting of Midoriya, Yamomo, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Iida, who came all this way from the hospital to save Bakugou.

Jinx became furious, breathing heavily in anger. She couldn’t let him go so easily! The voices in her head were speaking loudly in her head, messing her up. She grabbed her grappling hook like weapon and blasted towards Bakugou. It latched onto his legs and she pulled him back, making him lost grip on Kirishima’s hand. He was pulled by Jinx who grabbed him hard on the arm and ran with him to somewhere no one knows.

“BAKUGOU!!” Kirishima yelled from the sky as he felt Bakugou lose his grip.

Jinx dragged him to a small abandoned lower level apartment. It was her hideout, her home. She put him on a chair and tied him up, using a similar metal to restrain him from using his quirk. She sighed, “We’re finally alone. Just, the two of us.” She said, walking at an even pace around him. “You seem to have good friends, they cared so much for you!” She complimented. “I wished I had that.” She hopefully said, with her head done with a smile as she looked at the ground. “But, you were the one to have that. How lucky.. You have always been lucky.” She felt envy towards him for having a better life than him.

“Y/N, let me go. We can sort this out with U.A and the pro heroes. It doesn’t have to be this way.” Bakugou tried to pursue her. But that hit a nerve in her body.

“Heroes? What nonsense!”

“How dare he say that!!”

“He’s lying!”

“He’s just like ####!!!!”

Voices became the scream in her head, scribbles all around the place, creating monsters, drawn devil horns and an evil face doodle on Bakugou face. The voices became stronger, washing over Bakugou’s words.

“Y/N, listen to me. You don’t need all of this.”

“Yes you do!”

“He thinks he has the privilege to say that?!”

“He has a better life than you and he says that?”

“I can help you!”

“No one can help you, you’re nothing but a Jinx!”

“JUST SHUT UP!!!!” She yelled loudly, shocking Bakugou by the sudden yell. She breathed heavily, practically having smoke come out of her nostrils like an angry dragon. She turned towards Bakugou.

“You were nothing but mean to me. You used to hit me, kick me, make me almost go deaf by your explosions! What did you call that one move where you exploded so many times in my ears? Oh, right! “Boom boom! Bye bye ears!” Not very creative if you ask me. The orphanage tried so hard to fix me but they couldn’t. The children would laugh and beat me! I wasn’t that affected, because your actions hurted so much worse. You were the reason I was seen as weird, a freak! You destroyed my life, just because I was an orphan. I have seen the most traumatizing thing happening to my caretaker, my sisters, and my friends, do you know what it was? It was a massive explosion. It killed the people I loved right in front of me, do you know how much pain I had? Of course you don’t, you were given everything on a silver plate! Rich parents, good grades, friends, a powerful quirk, being the best at everything. I didn’t have that! You used your privileges to be seen as someone superior than others and with that, you bullied others you deemed lower than you.” Jinx said in front of Bakugou as his face kept his scowl face but it seemed to have a bit of sadness in them, hm. “Look, the League of Villains shouldn’t change you. You’re Y/N L/N, maybe the dumbest and naivest person but also the most caring. You’re not what they say you are. They made you think you’re a Jinx but you’re not!” Bakugou kept a straight face and said it in the most serious voice he could do.

“Wanna know a secret? All for one thinks he made Jinx. With all of his rants and his hard-one lessons.. “Exile your doubts, Jinx.” , “Be what they fear, Jinx.” But, he didn’t make Jinx…” Jinx said, holding her home-made pistol, she suddenly aimed it at him with her head tilted to the side and looked at him with her eyes, but wait- Weren’t they E/C? Why were they pink? She stared at him with those eyes, those angered yet sad eyes, she glared at his vulnerable position.

“You did.”

BANG!!!!!

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★☽A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long!! If you’re wondering, “Did Bakugou die???” Maybe he did! But it would disturb the flow of events to come after this arc so I’mma say no but you can imagine that he did! I really hope you enjoy this. Thank you again to @supernerdycookietrashblr for requesting this! Might be my favorite request of all time!! <33

#boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha #female reader #reader #x reader #angst #arcane #bakugou x female reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugo katsuki #boku no hero acedamia

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summerstrash · 2 months

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Thinking about the fact that almost immediately before the Krakoan Era, we see Alex be prevented from seeking out justice and vengeance for Rahne (a redhead with a missing son to whom he was briefly psychically bound in the 90s, and to whom he was romantically connected in an AU Marvel put out in 2015) when she's murdered in a clear allegory for a transphobic hate crime,

And like, how that is reflected in how Alex is, in the beginning of the Krakoan Era, prevented from being the agent of Maddie's (a redheaded telepath with a missing son, who also hooked up with him again in a canon AU in 2015) resurrection due to the continued refusal of the Krakoan government to recognize Maddie's personhood — she's denied resurrection, a fundamental mutant right, because she is not, in her own words, "a real girl."

curious, very curious, especially in conjunction with the Mystique parallel I've talked about before.

#alex summers #madelyne pryor #rahne sinclair #rosencanny #nothing girls

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spartanguard · 8 months

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sons of love and death, 11/13 {CSSNS 23}

Summary: After the Final Battle, Killian Jones had finally settled into his happily ever after with his wife and family. Until a new foe arrived in Storybrooke: the infamous Dorian Gray, who looks rather familiar—one might say identical—to the pirate, and he’s on a mission: to claim the powers of the Dark One for himself. There’s only one problem: the Dark One no longer exists. What follows is a journey of vengeance, revelations, magic, and finally facing down the darkness within himself that Killian thought he’d finally put to rest. [roughly canon divergent from 5B, though set post-canon] A/N: Back to the main story in this chapter! Fair warning: you may need a tissue… Only one more big one after this, and then an epilogue! Can't believe this @cssns adventure is almost over! (As always, thanks to the best beta, @optomisticgirl!) rated M | 4.5k words | AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Dorian hummed to himself in thought. He’d been sneaking around the former wicked witch’s property, stealing some of the leftover golden straw made by Rumpelstiltskin (he wasn’t sure how he’d missed it the first time), when he noticed his brother at the front door of the house. So, obviously, he decided to eavesdrop, lingering just below the kitchen window.

He had to admit—the heroes’ idea of using the Crimson Heart to render him powerless was a valid one, if the connection between his and his brother’s magic was accurate. And he had every reason to believe it; there was a period of a few weeks a couple years ago when his own magic wouldn’t work. He’d been in New York City at the time and just attributed the dysfunction to the lack of magic in the rest of this realm finally catching up to him. But based on what little he’d deduced about the timing of Hook’s dabble with the underworld, it was likely then, and it returned whenever his twin had been resurrected. (He’d spent the bulk of that time with a lovely redhead anyways.)

(He’d also finally read the novel supposedly inspired by his life, after delaying it for over a century. Damn, Oscar had taken quite a number of liberties with that story, but given what he knew about the man, none were surprising. He loathed that he gave it a moral, though, and a tragic ending to boot, when Dorian himself had few and had no plans of failing.)

He translocated away before his brother could leave the farmhouse, heading for the queen’s vault. He’d heard of the Crimson Heart, but never thought he’d have a reason to seek it out—he was all about acquiring power, not losing it. He still wasn’t sure how exactly he could use it, but better to have it in his arsenal before it could be used against him.

As he approached the vault, he could sense the protection spell the queen had placed around it—far stronger than the one at the town line. Well, that was no problem; he reached into an inner pocket and pulled out an odd-looking dagger; the blade looked vaguely like bone. It was precisely what he’d been looking for during his ill-fated adventure in London all those years ago: the knife was made from a sliver of Maui’s legendary fish hook, having the ability to cut through any spell (though he didn’t come across it for a few more decades).

He flipped it in his hand, then stabbed at the air, connecting with the barrier. Then he cut down; a bright red line followed, glowing as it created a break in the spell. When he reached the ground, he was able to slip his other hand into the split and part it like a curtain, then stepped through.

Foolishly, the queen hadn’t put any further security measures on her hideaway. To be fair, that was a strong spell guarding it—few would be able to get through with their lives. But he was usually the exception to any rules.

He’d been focused on the books the first time he’d been down here, but could easily tell it was a treasure trove of other useful items. Based on what he’d overheard, the object he was looking for had some inherent magic of its own; that would make it easier to locate among all the other clutter.

It took a few tries—and only after uncovering a number of other, actual hearts—before he found it, set casually on a shelf in a box. It was a clear-ish stone, vaguely tinted green or red, depending on the angle, but he could feel the void-like enchantment it held. It was just waiting to absorb whatever magic it could get.

For a brief moment, he wondered if there was a way to use it as a siphon—perhaps he could merely take his brother’s magic for his own, including that bit of Darkness? But no; everything he’d heard about this was that it was a one-way vacuum, and he was too close to achieving his goals to risk it by getting greedy.

He closed up the box and tucked it under his arm, then transported away, to another part of town. If a town as quaint as Storybrooke could have a seedy side, this was it: a short strip of warehouses and industrial spaces near the docks. A plain, almost charred-looking cinderblock building sat at the end of the lane, with a sign by the door reading Wayland Smith (if one could read it, that is; the metal sign was almost tarnished beyond recognition).

A rush of heat welcomed Dorian as he pulled the door open; inside, a number of forges were going, giving the entire space an orange glow.

In the back of the shop, a man wore a welding helmet and was shaping red-hot metal with a hammer; the resounding clang echoed in the large space as sparks erupted from his project. He stopped when he saw Dorian approach, though, and lifted the mask.

There was nothing special or unique about his appearance. He was just…a man, albeit a large one. It was near impossible to tell he was the centuries-old Wayland the Smith of legend. Perhaps that was how he’d survived so long, though. But that wasn’t Dorian’s style.

“Y’ready, then?” Wayland asked gruffly.

“As ever,” Dorian replied.

Wayland beckoned him to follow to one of the massive furnaces, which was currently cold. But at the table in front of it, a crucible was waiting next to a fresh-looking mold. “Wha’ever you’ve got, put it in there,” he brusquely explained, nodding at the cup.

Dorian first pulled out his brother’s namesake prosthesis and attempted to put it in the melting pot, but it was too big. Wayland took it from him, whacked it on the edge of…some sort of structure within the foundry to snap it in half, and then put the broken pieces back in.

Then, Dorian pulled out the strands of gold he’d taken from the former dungeon at the farmhouse, as well as the last ingredient he’d taken from the Evil Queen’s vault the week prior: ambrosia dust. Neither of those objects was very potent on their own, but in combination—oh, they were going to be everything.

He set the gold down on the worksurface and dumped the vial of dust into his left hand. He then picked the gold back up and closed his eyes, focusing on the remnants of dark magic that lingered in the metal strands. Even if the Darkness no longer truly existed, it still left its fingerprints—like it had on his brother and the others, and like it did in this bit of gold, fabricated with its use.

The strands began to glow and warm in his hold; he smirked at the feel of it, then opened his eyes and dragged the wires through the dust in his other palm. The ambrosia—known for its ability to resurrect the dead when in its pure form—would help bring back those powers, and the metal gleamed even brighter as it picked up and held onto the specks of dust.

He bent the bits in half and added them to the crucible. Obviously, that wasn’t all it was going to take to bring back the Darkness—he still needed to get at those bits stuck to their souls, and that would require a blood tether first—but this was the start of finally getting what was his.

“Care to light it, sir?” Wayland asked, pointing toward the furnace. They could have used any of the other ones, but Dorian figured it would be all the more meaningful if his own magic fueled the fire.

He stood in front of the cavernous hole, then put his hands together at chest height. Between them, he created a dense fireball, small, then growing larger as he moved his hands apart, calling on his magic to increase its size and intensity.

When he had a fireball nearly the size of his abdomen, he pushed the whole thing into the furnace; it immediately began to lick at the brick walls and set it alight from the inside, to the point that he had to shield his eyes.

Wayland was watching the temperature gauge on the outside; when it was heated enough, he gestured for Dorian to step back. Then the smith pulled his visor back down and pushed the crucible into the blazing hot oven.

Dorian had no idea how long it took for metal to melt down, but it was somehow both longer and less time than he expected; perhaps he was just anxious. Still, the next time Wayland moved, it was to bring the crucible back out, now filled with bright orange liquid.

(There was something exceedingly satisfying about the fact that he’d not only taken Captain Hook’s hook, but that he’d also essentially destroyed it.)

Expertly, Wayland turned around, not losing a drop of the molten alloy, and poured it into the mold Dorian had commissioned earlier in the week. From the angle he stood at, he could see the light from it illuminate the inside of the form until it just reached the top.

The men shared a beer as they waited for it to cool, and once it got close to being ready, Wayland fitted it with the handle that Dorian provided—made from a chunk of wood he’d kept in his pocket from a tree on the grounds of the Dark Castle. (It had been his favorite tree to climb as a child, and he’d always kept a piece of it on him in case he ever needed help finding his way home. But this seemed to be a far more fitting spot for it now.)

Wayland assessed the form, then nodded; he assumed that meant it was ready. Dorian tossed the cigarette he’d been dragging on into the furnace, then watched as the smithy tapped and pulled with his tools to undo the mold.

It took a few hard hits, but then—there it was; a bit rough still, but gorgeous: a new dagger for a new Dark One.

It was similar in shape to the one of lore—it had mostly the same tapered shape with its undulating edges, but had a few more curls added on the sides, ending in dangerously sharp points. A pattern similar to the old one was pressed into the blade in relief, but was the same color as the rest of the metal at the moment.

Wayland took the blade to yet another part of his workspace and flipped the switch on another machine, first sanding it a bit and then buffing it until it gleamed.

He gave it one final inspection then, seemingly satisfied, took it carefully by the blade and extended the handle to Dorian. “All yours, m’lord.”

Dorian couldn’t hold back his grin as he took it and looked it over. “Oh, it’s perfect,” he remarked, turning it over in his grip and enjoying the weight of it in his grasp. He pressed a fingertip into one of the points; it came back bleeding. “Yes—perfect.”

“Good,” Wayland answered. “Anythin’ else ya need?”

Dorian hummed, giving it another once over. “There is one thing.”

“Wha’s that?”

Swiftly, Dorian took the dagger and shoved it into Wayland’s shoulder. The man cried out in pain and fell to his knees, which seemed dramatic; it’s not like it was a fatal stab.

But then Dorian pulled it out to an even harsher scream, and realized that the extra points on the edges probably made it worse.

Still, the blade was covered in blood. It looked wonderful, but it wasn’t the blood he ultimately needed.

He summoned a small fireball and ran it along the sides of the dagger; the blood turned dark and filled in the designs pressed into its surface. There—now it looked like the Dark One’s dagger.

Time to make it real.

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Since becoming mortal again, Rumpelstiltskin had learned to appreciate the blessings of a full night’s sleep. Although he had forgotten how light a sleeper he’d been prior to taking on the curse; it didn’t take much to wake him—especially once his son arrived and didn’t seem to understand the concept of a normal sleep schedule. (Not for the first time, his heart went out to Milah having to do that on her own centuries prior.)

Gideon had at least grown out of that now (mostly), but Rumple retained the ability to wake at the slightest disturbance. Given that he still had a number of enemies, it was a useful skill, even if he largely towed the correct side of morality nowadays.

So he wasn’t surprised to wake in the middle of the night. However, he wasn’t sure why. A glance at the monitor sitting on his nightstand indicated Gideon was still asleep, and Belle was lightly snoring next to him. No other sounds could be heard; not even the hooting of an owl outside (the only thing that typically woke him lately, and—if he was being honest—his main rival at the moment).

The moments he missed having magic were few and far between, but this was one of them. As he sat up, so did the hair on the back of his neck—someone was there.

And he could only think of one foe who would be able to enter undetected.

“What do you want, Mr. Gray?”

The shadows shifted on the far side of the room as the man in question came forward. “Color me impressed, Dark One; you still have your wits about you.”

“I had them before I had that title; why wouldn’t I when that title no longer exists?”

“For now,” Dorian countered. He could only just make out the shape of him in the bit of light that came through the drapes.

“Please; you’re not still on about that, are you?”

“Indeed I am,” Dorian countered, then suddenly appeared at Rumple’s bedside—and was pressing a cold bit of metal against his neck.

Rumpelstiltskin jumped away and looked down; that fool had the dagger. Or, a version of it—this one seemed a bit more dangerous (and far more impractical). “Where the hell did you get that?” he asked, hoping he sounded unimpressed—though, in reality, it did worry him a bit. The dagger was only ever a conduit, but the fact that Dorian had one wasn’t a good sign.

“Why, I made it,” Dorian boasted. “And I came here to thank you for your help. It’s mostly my brother’s hook, but you left some gold behind in that storm cellar; gives it just that little extra boost of magic, I think.” He pressed it close to Rumple’s neck again. “What do you think? Pretty great, eh?”

Of course, that’s when Belle stirred next to him. “Rumple?” she asked sleepily. “What’s going—”

Her (obvious) question was cut off as she was quickly frozen in place. “I thought your magic was fire, not ice,” Rumple bit out.

“Bit of everything,” Dorian shrugged.

Rumple took a deep breath but tried to be steady about it, and not let on the nerves that were stirring. (He may have been a coward long ago, but he was no such thing now—not when it came to his family’s safety, at least, and he was at a severe disadvantage here.) “I’m surprised you didn’t already put your name on it,” he instead taunted. “Since you seem to think you’re entitled to be the Dark One.”

“Oh, no no no,” Dorian replied. “I need to earn it—just how you did. I want to know the joyous feeling of watching my name engrave itself after I’ve won it outright.”

Rumple remembered his own emotions upon suddenly seeing his name etched in that cursed steel. “Joy? I just remember feeling sick.” The memory had dulled over his years in the Darkness, but it was another of those things that came back to him with mortality. “I was willing to do anything for my son, but I didn’t know that would be the cost.”

“You were fine with murder, but not with the Darkness?” Dorian scoffed. “That’s an odd line to draw.”

“Desperation does that to people,” he countered. “Your father was apparently determined enough to make sure you didn’t get those powers that he duped me into it.”

Even in the dark, he could see the fire of anger light the other man’s eyes.

“Which actually brings me to a question,” Rumple went on. “Why are you so desperate to be the Dark One? And don’t just tell me it’s because you were promised; you already have magic and found a way to immortality, so what could you want with them?”

“Because I have nothing else,” Dorian spat. “No family, no friends—no loved ones. I’ve devoted and sacrificed so much of my life in pursuit of this. I deserve it.” Rumple rolled his eyes, but Dorian didn’t notice. “My birth parents gave me up—in favor of another, I’ve recently learned—and I killed my only other love. This is it—this is all that remains of the only person who showed me any care. And I will have it.”

Rumple narrowed his eyes—and was suddenly sympathetic. “You want to prove to your father that you were worthy of the magic.”

Dorian said nothing.

“Trust me, I know all about complicated paternal relationships. But you can move past that; you can find something else worth living for.” He looked over at Belle, still frozen, to emphasize his point. “I did, and so did your brother.”

“No, I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” Dorian answered, almost sadly.

And with a flick of his wrist, both men disappeared in a cloud of fiery smoke.

Rumple just hoped he wasn’t about to lament the fact he couldn’t say goodbye to Belle.

He knew he was resourceful and could find a way out; but he knew the target wasn’t just on his head, and hoped his inevitable allies were thinking just as far ahead.

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Dorian was beginning to regret not drawing up a dramatically oversized checklist of the things he needed to complete his plan. First on the list was the dagger—check; Rumpelstiltskin was a little further down, but he could cross him off, too.

Next up: his portrait. Much like the Crimson Heart, he mainly wanted to keep it close to prevent it being used against him, but he also wanted the inherent magic in it handy if the situation called for it. He transported himself and the former Dark One to the storage room above the library, making sure to tie up Rumple’s hands in the process, lest he make a grab for any potential weapons.

The room was musty and dim, with only a bit of light coming through the spaces between the boarded-up windows from the streetlamps outside. But he didn’t need to be able to see to find the portrait—he could hear it, the steady beating of Sybil’s heart still echoing his.

At least—he thought he was fine, until he ran into several somethings dangling from the ceiling.

He cried out in surprise; meanwhile, Rumpelstiltskin laughed. “Careful, lad; I’m sure there’s a metaphor there about needing light in the darkness.”

“Lad? You’re hardly older than me.”

“Still am,” he shrugged.

Dorian turned away and tried to brush…whatever it was out of his path, but there were more of them. “The bloody hell are these? Some primitive security system?”

“Dreamcatchers,” Rumple explained. “I forgot we put them up here.”

“What value do those have?” He’d never heard of spells requiring stolen dreams—but the longest Dark One to ever hold the title probably had.

“It’s a bit of magic that originated from the indigenous folk of this land,” he said. “Not just to hold dreams, but memories.”

“There are stones for that,” Dorian retorted.

“Aye, but only in a few places. These can be made anywhere. See for yourself how they work.”

Dorian looked over at his foe; he felt like he was being baited, but he didn’t know into what. He could play along, though; Rumpelstiltskin’s hours were numbered, so he might as well take in any bits of knowledge from the man he could.

He reached up to grab the nearest dreamcatcher. “No, not that one,” Rumple interrupted. “That one, over there—with the black feathers. You’ll like that one.”

Dorian arched an eyebrow skeptically, but obliged, and took down the one made with a reddish ring of wood (at least, as far as he could tell in the dark) with feathers hanging off of it as described.

It didn’t do anything at first, but he could feel the magic simmering inside the web of strings across its middle.

“Now what?” he asked, impatient.

“Just give it a second.”

He looked back at it, and then, slowly, an image appeared in the empty middle of the dreamcatcher. He leaned in closer to study it, and then—it was like he was inside the memory.

A couple dozen hooded figures stood in a half circle at one end of the clearing; at the center stood Hook and Emma. But they looked very different from the couple he’d met here in town: Emma had bleached-white hair and a severe, all black outfit; while Hook…looked a bit more like him—hair parted on the right, dressed far more casually than he’d seen him yet (though still in all black), with an emptiness in his eyes that seemed out of character.

What was most astonishing, though, was the fact that his twin was holding a united Excalibur in his hand, and it wasn’t hard to make out the names Killian Jones and Emma Swan both engraved in it.

“Impossible,” Dorian gasped.

“Just keep watching,” Rumple told him from…somewhere beyond his awareness; this must be his own memory.

Next to Hook, a cloaked woman stood—with noticeably scaly skin. Was that… “Nimue?” he wondered aloud.

“In the flesh, so to speak,” Rumple confirmed.

He scanned the rest of the figures, and realized the posture of one was exceedingly familiar. “Zoso,” he whispered. They were all the past Dark Ones. Gods, he was about to get starstruck.

Nimue announced, “It’s time,” though for what, he couldn’t tell. But it triggered Emma, who angrily proclaimed, “No—you are not taking the people I love.” Her voice was harsher than he recalled.

Nimue lifted her hand to magically choke Emma; it obviously wouldn’t kill her, but it definitely stopped her in her tracks. The original Dark One taunted Emma, but Dorian was more focused on his brother’s reaction. At first, it was nothing; then, he seemed to be avoiding Emma’s eyes. But the moment he met them, the change in his countenance was visible, from realization to horror to anger.

“That’s enough,” he spat as he turned to face Nimue.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, not giving up her hold on Emma’s neck.

“Being the man I want to be,” Killian answered.

“You can’t stop us,” she boasted.

“Yes, I can.” Hook held Excalibur aloft, then closed his eyes and concentrated—on pulling all the other Dark Ones into the blade. Emma was let go and caught her breath, but Dorian was focused on the disappearing image of Zoso from the ring of sorcerers.

When it was done, the blade had changed its color, to black with a red glow from its engravings. His brother was visibly shaking at the effort to hold it—them—in.

“Killian, you can’t do this,” Emma told him tearfully; it reminded him somehow of his last moments with Sybil.

“We both know there’s no other way, love,” Hook told her, equally emotional. “We have to hurry; the Darkness won’t stay trapped in Excalibur much longer—take it.” (Were Dorian actually there, he would have done so in a heartbeat—but not to do what he had a feeling was about to happen.)

Emma tried to refuse him, but after a brief debate, Killian was able to convince her. “Let me die a hero; that’s the man I want you to remember—please.” Dorian rolled his eyes a bit, but they were also glued to the scene.

Reluctantly, Emma took the sword; it wasn’t obvious if its own weight or that of her next task was making her struggle to hold it.

Hook was beginning to brace himself, but Emma wasn’t ready. She whispered that she loved him, and pulled him into a kiss that clearly had goodbye written all over it. He returned the sentiment, then nodded at her as she stepped back.

She hesitated again, until Killian told her it was okay. She lifted the blade slowly, and it seemed like she wasn’t going to move—until she abruptly surged forward, piercing him through the chest with the sword.

Dorian sucked in his own breath at it; despite being told the abridged version, he almost thought she wouldn’t go through with it. Almost immediately, Hook collapsed on Emma’s shoulder, but managed to push himself away in time to see the Darkness drop its hold on Emma; she glowed briefly, but then was left looking much the same as the sheriff that Dorian now knew.

She pulled the blade out—likely only hastening death—and it disintegrated, but she was too distracted by the dying man in front of her to care.

She grabbed him as he fell to the ground, and went down with him. Her sobs filled the clearing, echoing around him.

But then, all of a sudden, he was back in the storeroom above the library. He gasped, and could feel the wetness on his cheeks from the tears that scene apparently elicited.

“Impressive magic, eh?” Rumple said; Dorian had almost forgotten that he was there—why either of them were there. And he wasn’t sure if the man was referring to that which allowed him to watch that scene unfold—or what happened in it.

“Rubbish,” he tried to counter, but the emotion in his voice betrayed him.

“Like I said, you don’t have to do this,” Rumple told him again, softer. “Your brother—”

“Is a completely different person than me,” Dorian spat back. “You really thought this would get me to change my resolve? Some little mind game?” He tossed the dreamcatcher aside. “Nothing will stop me from getting what I want.”

He turned on a dime and followed Sybil’s heartbeat to his portrait; he was glad there wasn’t enough light to see what it looked like.

When he returned, Rumple was still looking smug. “Come on,” he snapped, then shoved the man with magic, compelling him to follow him.

“What now?” he asked.

“If my brother is half the hero he says he is, he and his bride won’t hesitate to come to your rescue. And then I’ll finally take what should have been mine—what he threw away.”

They made their way down the stairs and into the night, but he could still feel a sense of self-satisfaction coming off Rumple, as if he was convinced that showing him that scene had impacted Dorian at all. It hadn’t.

(At least, that’s what he was trying to convince himself.)

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