#s still guarding her home and her family!! and she APOLOGISES for making them worry and failing her duty!!!! wailing!!!! do u understand!!!

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

It For Me Part 2  mob!Harry x mob!Reader

Summary: after getting kidnapped by an enemy of the hollands, a plan of yours has risen and gets into action.

A/N: here is part 2, school kinda changed for me so that's why I didn't post it the day after part 1 was posted but here you go! I tagged those who liked and reblogged and those who asked to be tagged.

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TW: uhhh, abduction or kidnapping? idk but some sort of that. mafia stuff, seducing bad guy?

As you felt you were being tied up to a chair with a bag over your head which was taken off and you had no idea where you were. Just then a big light flashed and you had seen who was right in front of you. Bernard “Mad dog” gledati. One of the dirtiest and young mobsters ever to live. No one ever worked with him, he was dirty and stole money, you knew he was one of dominics enemies and you didn't think you would meet him ever.

“Ahh, Bernard, why am i tied up?” you said trying to reach your bump to see if anything was wrong but all he did was he scoff.

“Ah darling, you know why, your father works for me and he sent you to a holland? I'm quite surprised because the hollands are also a long time enemy and they even got you pregnant huh.” he said as you smirked as he got close to your face you could feel his breath. The guards behind him untied your hands and they went straight to your bump making sure you were okay, Bernie saw your worry and chuckled.

“Darling you know i'm not a baby killer, your baby is fine, i got the nurses to check up on you,” he said as your body sighed in relief.

“Why am i here bernie?” you said getting straight to the point not wanting to be here with him a second longer.

“Well since you asked so politely i need something from you since i helped you out here with your child.” he said as he got close but this time with his gun trailing over your body and onto your bump. You knew he wouldn't hurt you but you were starting to question it, you had to do whatever to keep your baby safe, but there was a limit to what you could do.

“Depends on what it is.” you said very seducing as he licked his lips.

“Well you're not gonna like it,” he said as you frowned and placed your hand over you belly and you looked at him with your “innocent” eyes, but you knew what was up next, but you had to make sure they wouldn't do anything to your baby, they weren't apart of this part of your world.

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Once Tom and Harrison got their consciousness back they quickly got out of the car hoping you got out to call harry or someone about the accident, but you were nowhere to be seen. Harrison was pretty freaked out with what just happened and Tom called his father telling him exactly what happened.

“S-shit…” Haz said as he realized one of the security cameras from the house were there and  he knew it would have caught everything. He also noticed there was a note near the camera. He picked it up and it said..

               You know who I am and everyone else will know too.

“Tom, look at this.” he said, getting Tom's attention and he too had realized who it was.

They all quickly went back to the house and Harry had been waiting for you to come back and when he realised you weren't with them he swore he was about to punch one of them.

“Where is y/n? Paddy told me she was with you guys and to get ice cream, really? You let my wife go get ice cream in a store, where someone could have seen her?!” he said screaming at them, he had every right to and well he was gonna scream more for what they were about to say. Harry felt their feelings of regret, they both wished they sent someone else, but you were a tough, independent woman..

“Harry, you need to sit down, please.'' Tom said as Harry did as he said and was quite confused and angry that they weren't able to tell him an answer about you.

“What the hell happened?” Harry said, getting impatient.

When they told Harry about you, he didn't even break down, he was just upset with both of them not letting them explain what had happened.

“Tom she's pregnant, Pregnant! Those mobsters will literally do anything to her, you should have talked to me first god damnit,” he said as he left those two and was on the way to find you and get you back.

Harry knew if anything happened to you it would be all his fault, that day he didn't do his hourly check on you and he kicked himself for not doing so. He knew you were strong, but since you got pregnant you had gotten a little more sensitive, he knew how the mafia men acted and he just wanted to find you fast and get you and your baby home. He swore at himself even more about not telling you his feelings towards you, he knew as soon as he saw you he would tell you or well show you. As he calmed himself down so he was stable to find you and everyone was doing their part to look for you, Dominic knew who planned the ambush and he felt quite guilty for it, but he knew he could apologise when they found you. When everyone was ready to set a plan, something was sent to Tom's phone. A video file. He had shown his dad and they had started playing it on the big screen they had.

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You had appeared as a light had been turned on, you had no bruises on you, you looked fine, you had your hand over your belly as you looked up at Bernie as you also looked at the camera, you knew this would be sent to them so you know you could get your plan out to them, you knew harry would understand it.

“Look y/n, i just need a favor that's all because i know all this, the marriage the pregnancy was planned, your father is a huge idiot, but i know your not, so tell me, everything about them, so i can ruin them.” he said as you continued to laugh.

Knowing that you were not hurt got everyone in relief, but the way you would look at Bernie was just a way to keep you alive. Harry knew that none of the things you said here that were seductive to him were real feelings, your mother had taught you well.

You moved around the chair as you looked at the camera and at him.

“Bernie, I know nothing, they didn't even let me touch a damn cup and if a part of me wanted to be with you it would have,” you said smiling at him as he just walked around you and his hand trailed around your jaw.

“Really, well then let just ruin him and his family, we can do it together.” he said as you looked up at him in all seriousness. You looked back down at your belly and shook your head.

“Well I don't know if i could do that,” you said as his grip on your jaw got harder and he leaned in to give you a harsh kiss. You wish you could have wiped your face, but you had to play your part.

“Fine, i'll tell you, they have this thing, filled with everything you can think of, the buried bakersfield cash, jewels, you name it, even that good stuff you like to fill your nose with and a list, it's pretty important by the way..” you said as he was attracted to what you had said and leaned in closer.

“What is she talking about?” Tom looked over at Harry as he shrugged trying to remember if you had mentioned something like this..

“I don't know Tom, I d-don't know...” he said as Harrison chipped in.

“She might still have her gun Harry what if she's planning to attack them herself.” harrison said as they continued to watch.

“Really, and what is the list.” he asked as you looked up knowing this trick was working.

“Well I can't really tell you that until you know i'm safe.” you said as he grew mad and you knew that would happen so you just gave in.

“You're no fun...Fine i'll tell, it's a list of every manufacturer and business they have owned and will own you know its just a stupid list.” you said as he was loving every word you had said. The list was key to business and well money.

“I know what she's talking about.” Harry said as they all looked at him surprised he knew this conversation well he just didn't think he would be doing that plan now.

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You two were late night talking about plans about your arrangement basically, you assumed this is what real couples would talk about just mafia style. This was short after you two had announced your relationship and when you two were just starting out to be best friends. These plans were not concrete then, but your “relationship” got more serious these things needed to be talked about, but Harry’s main priority was you and he wanted to know if you had a plan or not because he would have helped you with that.

“Okay if something would happen to me, there is this plan, I have the bakersfield cash clean, and i have other cash that is pretty dirty. So whoever has me you give them the dirty money, there's also a list, which looks legit, but it's actually companies that have been closed down or owned by an enemy of ours, also fake jewels and you know things that mafia men love, but before hand i will tell them about first then they get it.” you said as Harry laughed, admiring your plan. He thought you were the smartest and he wished he could just say his feelings but even the biggest mafia men are the pussiest, if that's even a word.

“Well that is very well sorted, how did you even think of it?” he asked as you smiled.

“Well my mom was killed by the enemy and there was no plan, so i suggested this incase of me to my father, and well now you know and so will your brothers and your father soon.” you said as he nodded.

“Oh right...I'm sorry about your mum.” he said as you shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it, it was years ago, but she was the best mom ever and she was my role model of what a person should be.” you said as Harry nodded and gave you a half smile.

“What was she like?” he asked as you smiled and continued to talk about your mom.

Your mom was everything to you and Harry was able to see that. You honestly don't know where you would be without the small moments you had with your mother. You hoped one day you would be like her when you had kids.That night Harry had hoped this plan would never be set ever, he couldn't lose you that quick, you meant everything to him even if he didn't show it because he was scared to.

Who knew that it would happen today...

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[safia123]

Bang Chan Oneshot- So Far

Warning: Angst, She/Her pronouns, death, mentions of suicide and self harm.

There are a lot of twists and honestly, I cried at the end because I didn't expect my fingers to type what they did.

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A/N- This is my first post and first fic (after a few long time). If you have any suggestions or improvements, I am all ears :) Also, I hope to write more gender neutrally in the future when I am able to do so properly.

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Sometimes life pushes the people you need to the deeper ends of the ocean. The more you swim, the harder it gets.. but the more you crave them.

In a world where riches ruled over morals, the Bang family were at the top. They were known for their lavish lifestyle. Just being in their presence could make warriors fall to their knees.

Mr. Bang inherited a successful trade company for weapons and warfare goods being sold all over the world. They were expensive and gold branded, just a touch of a bullet could slice a whole finger. Only the top, wealthiest people could afford to take even a few of the weapons. But they were never disappointed with the results. The weapons could turn pacifists into soldiers.

Whispers on the street claim that the family would use poor people to test the weapons, offering their families money in exchange for a life.

This wasn't helpful for the youngsters of the family. Their family's reputation proceded them.

The Bang family's eldest son, Chan, craved to be accepted.. to be befriended and not just used or feared for his name.

His mother was a poor woman, who had captured the heart of his father at a very young age. Sadly for the couple, his father was to be married to a rich businesswoman to maintain their familys reputation. She was stern and refused to look Chan in the eyes.

Chan never got to meet his mother. He was left with his father while his mother escaped before his fathers family could kill her.

Chan was always taught to never mention his mother and to pretend that Cilla was his biological mother. He was taught never to be curious, so he hid away his emotions at a young age so they would never get the best of him.

It was 9 in the morning and like every other day, Chan had to go to school. Rich kids need to be educated too, apparently.

He felt like the days were repeating themselves. Instead of his usual route, he decided to dress down, wearing a cap and a mask to stop anyone from recognising him. Of course, this meant that he would have to sneak early so no one would notice how he wasn't dressed in his uniform.

"One day off school wouldn't hurt. It's not like I will be missed." He thought to himself.

Today was the day Chan had been planning for weeks. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Exactly where he was going to go.

He could take a private plane to Rome or Hawaii ... but no. He just wanted one day where he could just breathe and live like a normal kid.

He took the first bus downtown. He wasn't sure how buses work so he just walked right in and the driver didn't say anything. He remembers hearing the kids at the back of the class- the ones that were too afraid to even look at him- mention an arcade. He had never been to one before. His father was too dejected and found it too painful to look at him without thinking of his mother and Cilla refused to accept him as her son.. so natually he had no one to go with. He had trouble making friends too, so that didn't help.

"Another shift?" He heard the bus driver ask the girl at the front. He seemed genuinely concerned and this caught Chans attention.

"Yeah. It's fine. I can do it." Smiled the girl at the front.

She looked quite scruffy and her eyes looked tired, but her brught smile seemed to fool everyone. She played it off pretty well. Once she stressed her lips across her face, the brightness would outshins the dread.

He watched as she sat in an empty spot towards the front of the bus. Her head rested against the side of the bus and she seemed as though she was fall into deep sleep within any second.

Something about her fasinated him.

When the bus had come to the 4th stop, the bus driver called out, "(Y/n) wake up, kiddo. You're going to miss your shift."

Her droopy eyes fluttered open and it took a few seconds for her to quickly pick up her bag and run towards the exit. Before she left, she started walking back as if she had forgotten something, "Thanks for waking me up, Steve. Have a great day!" She said with a smile and then ran back out.

Chans feet moved faster than his mind and before he knew it, he was off the bus and following her.

She walked into a restaurant.

"Bro, you need to hurry. He looks pissed. I don't know if he will let you off this time." The boy at the front warned (y/n).

"I know.. I'm sorry if he let it out on you." She apologised before rushing towards the back.

Chan had gone too far to stop now. Maybe (y/n) could be todays mystery. And all he had his mind on right now, was solving that mystery.

He approached the front desk and gestured "table for one". After the male had ignored him, he just walked right into the restaurant and sat at a fancy table, where he sat eagerly looking for (y/n).

It wasn't long before a tired-looking (y/n) walked out, in uniform, with a pen and pad and a fake smile to fix it all up.

She took the order from the group of girls two tables away from him and walked back to the kitchen. Not long after, she walks out juggling two plates. She seems steady until another waiter unexpectedly walks infront of her, catching her off guard and making her drop the dishes.

The whole restaurant went quiet after a loud SMASH and everyones eyes were on her. The kitchen staff ran out and you could feel her anxiety from across the room.

She didn't know where to look so she kept her eyes on the shattered pieces of glass on the floor. She was looking directly at the floor but her face seemed to became more and more disengaged with the situation.

The manager smiled at the customers reassuring them that everything was fine as he dragged her away from the scene.

Chan got up and walked towards the kitchen, pretending he was on his way to the toilets. He could hear shouting and crying.

A tired, tear stained (y/n) walked out soon after looking defeated. She walked to the toilets and was there for a while.. until she came out, still looking down, headed to the door. Chan followed her to the bus stop and sat next to her guarding her from the other men at the stop who were oogling her in her skirt and ripped tights.

Chan noticed little drops of blood on the floor and his eyes followed the trail to (y/n)'s legs, where there was a huge gash and as he kept searching, he noticed her sleeves were completely soaked in blood. He was surprised that he didn't notice before. It seemed as though (y/n) had passed out and before he could call the ambulance, the man next to him had already called.

When the ambulance arrived, Chan rushed into the ambulance with (y/n), eyebrows furrowed as he eagerly hoped to see her (y/e/c) eyes once more.

The paramedics were putting pressure on her wound and he heard them mention her blood pressure dropping.

When she was taken to the hospital, she was taken to the Intensive Care Unit and the paramedics explained the situation to the doctors.

He was too caught up in what was happening to ask the doctors if she would be better. He sat outside the room where they were operating on her and felt bad for her. He kept thinking about her pained smile and her tired eyes.

They seemed so familiar. So important. But he couldn't pinpoint why.

Her sleeping body was taken to a room, where he sat by her side. She was attached to a machine but he didn't pay attention to it. He kept wondering where he knew her from.

He was watching her and taking him her features when her eyes started to flutter open.

"Thank God, you're ok!" Chaan gushed. He then realised how weird this would have looked. He was a steanger to her and she was most likely about to freak out.

"Chan?" She questioned. "Huh? How do you know my name?" His head spinning with questions.

"You... you came back. I-where have you been? I waited. I waited for so long. And you lied. You said everything would be better. It is not better. She is still sick and they still constantly fight. Oh my gosh- my work. No. I- i cant lose it. I have to go back and beg. I can't lose it. How would I afford anything? I can't go back home and tell them that I lost the job. The other 2 jobs aren't enough. I- omg what do I do?!"

"(Y/n). Breathe. Its ok. Start from the beginning. I need you to tell me... how do you know me?" Chan had to clear his questions. Was she delusional? No. That cant be it. How did she know his name?

"Chan. Are you serious, right now? I haven't seen you in 10 years... your face still engrained in my head and you dont know who we are to each other?" (Y/n) looked betrayed. Her eyes started to water and he felt guilty for pressurising her.

He closed his eyes and inhaled. He slowly exhaled and for once he felt like the world was catching up with him.

He remembered a small park and two kids. A cute little girl and tiny Chan. The little girl was crying and Chan held onto her tight. He reassured her that everything would be fine. Surely it was normal for 8 year olds to be worrying about finances. He was approached by a pale lady with sad eyes. She looked just like him. Or maybe he looked like her.

"Mum? Where were you?" He gasped. Tiny Chan let go of the little girl and held onto the older women. "I'm sorry I had to leave but I am here now. I won't leave you again." She held him tight, the way he was holding the little girl.

The lady held his hand and led him away. "Chan!" The girl cried behind him. "I will be back. I promise! This is my mum. I need to go now. Everything will be fine."

And then it turns black.

"What happened next???? Where did we go??" Chan jumped up, frantically. This scared (y/n) a little.

Nothing made sense.

"You.. I thought.. they said that you died. Your father mourned your death and your mothers. I didn't believe them. You said you would be back. And here you are. They must have set up a fake grave for you and your mum. Maybe the bodies by the truck were a lie. It can't be true.. how else could you be here?" And then (y/n) went silent.

No.

He was dead? That can't be true.

So he wasn't being ignored? He wasn't feared? All those years he spent hating himself for not being noticed.. no one saw him. He was dead?

Reality hit him too fast to process. He didn't understand. Why him..? Why was he still there, then?

"Why can I see you..? Am I..?" (Y/n) whispered. She turned to the machine next to her and looked down at her sleeping body. The numbers were dropping and she felt like there was a countdown for her life.

Reality wasn't kind to her, either.

"This time, come with me. I am not leaving you behind." Chan held out his hand to (y/n). She stepped back.

"What? No. They need me. I can't just go. They will all suffer because of me. I should have neved even thought about doing what I did. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING! I JUST WANTED IT TO STOP. But not like this..." she whispered the last part.

"Life goes on. What's done is done. We can't change it. It will all work out and everyone will move forward. Trust me. I've seen it." He comforted her.

He reached out once more.

"I'm sorry I had to leave but I am here now. I won't leave you again."

She took his hand.

- BEEEEP-

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[mytwilightimagines13]

The little hero (Felix Volturi x Reader)

words: 959 Requested via wattpad

You were nervous. The Volturi was approaching the group quickly, making the distance in the meadow narrower by the second, and fear started coursing through your veins. Benjamin, your brother, held onto your hand, squeezing it gently. “Everything will be alright, (Y/N). I promise.” He said softly so only you could hear it. You nodded your head, wanting to believe him. You bit your lip, trying to contain the fear inside you. You knew standing up against the Volturi was the right thing to do, but knowing you were doing the right thing didn’t make it any less frightening, and it surely didn’t confirm if it was worth dying for. The confrontation began when Carlisle stepped forward, trying to convince Aro that Renesmee was not an immortal child, but a hybrid. Truth be told, you weren’t paying much attention, you simply wanted this to be over and go home, back to Egypt. However, your attention was soon drawn back when Kate and Tanya were shouting Irina’s name. Your eyes snapped back towards the mass of black cloaks, only to see a fire rising up. Irina’s arms and head had been removed and Caius had set her ablaze. It frightened you to such an extent that you no longer felt like you were in control of yourself. On a whim you used your gift of water control and moved the snow around Irina to cease the fire that was licking away at her skin. Gasps could be heard from both sides of the field. Benjamin pulled you behind him quickly, trying to shield you from any harm, frightened of what might happen to you now that you had interfered with the Volturi’s verdict. Caius red eyes seemed to be ablaze, filled with rage. “I believe this was (Y/N)’s work, if I am not mistaken.” Aro said turning his full attention on you now, his red eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. You bit your lip even harder. Why did you have to play the hero now? “It was on a whim. Her screams frightened me and my body acted on its own. I swear.” You said looking up for the first time since Irina’s screams had ceased. You looked at the tallest and largest vampire with fear in your red eyes. The one who had ripped off Irina’s head in one swift motion. A gasp escaped both your lips as your red eyes met his burgundy ones. A warm feeling spread through your body and gravity seemed to pull you towards him. His large form no longer seemed frightening, yet it seemed welcoming. A place where you could nestle yourself in, a place where you would be safe until the end of time. “Felix?” Aro asked, confused on what was happening with one of his most loyal guard. Felix didn’t say anything. He simply removed his leather glove and held his hand out for Aro, never once letting his eyes leave your form, afraid you might disappear if he did. Aro eagerly took Felix hand in his and read his mind, a small chuckle escaping his lips, placing his attention back on you. “How wonderful.” Aro exclaimed in excitement. A small frown made its way on your face. “Don’t worry my dear Felix. I couldn’t dream of hurting our dear (Y/N).” Aro said patting Felix’ hand before releasing it completely. Felix put his glove back on, eyes still glued on you. “What is the meaning of this, brother?” Caius asked, still furious that Irina had been saved, for now. “My dear (Y/N), you want to play the hero?” Aro said, completely ignoring Caius. You bit your lip, finally breaking your gaze with Felix to look directly at Aro. It never was your intention to be the hero in this tale. All you wanted was to go home, with your family. But clearly fate had a different destiny for you. “I fully understand your intentions, my dear. None of us want any more bloodshed than necessary. So I have a proposition for you. Join us, and I promise no harm will come to our dear Irina nor your friends and family.” Aro said as he motioned for his guards to put Irina back together. “NO!” Benjamin and Amun shouted at the same time, as Benjamin pulled you closer to his back, shielding you from the harm. Felix growled, not liking the way Benjamin pulled you away from him. He wanted his mate and he wanted her now. No matter how much force was needed. “It’s alright. Benjamin, you said it so yourself. You will do the right thing and so will I. It is time for me to go my own way. Let me go brother” You said as you gently placed your hand on his arm, assuring him it will be alright. You kissed his cheek before making your way towards the Volturi, only to be pulled into a tight embrace by Tanya and Kate. “Thank you for saving our sister.��� Tanya whispered before releasing you. You gave her the bravest smile you could pull, patting her arm gently. You turned around and made your way once more towards the Volturi. Your coven behind you was restless, not trusting Aro one bit. Two lower guards made their way to grab your arms, but a growl from Felix stopped them dead in their tracks. Felix walked towards you and pulled you close in his embrace, shielding you from everyone else. His scent pierced through your nose and covering your completely in it, calming you down almost immediately. Irina was let go and she ran quickly towards her sisters, apologising the entire time.  “Let’s go home, amore mio.” Felix whispered in your ear before picking you up and carrying you towards your new home.

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[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas: A Poor Bird

Also on AO3! (if you recognise the au it might be because I started a full fic which i abandoned because i realised a full canon retelling is l o n g. i’ll still probably write bits and pieces like the other AUs) 

TL;DR:  Izuku isn't quirkless. Not that Inko would ever let you know that.

AKA: Good dad Enji, bad mum Inko

TW: Child Abuse

Inko Quirk: Attraction of small objects Issues:

Many

Soooooooo many

Hisashi  Quirk: All for one

Izuku Quirk: Push and Pull

Allows him to push objects away from him, or pull objects towards him.

If the object is heavier than him, the force acts on him instead

Injuries

Crush injures on the hand, never healed correctly

Limited range of movement + tremors

Issues

Feels horrifically ill if he uses his quirk, has flashbacks. Cant use it at all until he is trained by allmight

Can't remember his mother hurting him outside of flashbacks and nightmares. Only knows it happened bc katsuki can remind him

PTSD

Dislikes: Being called "cute" or being implied to be helpless but he can suck it up if hes not feeling too shitty.

Enji 47

First-year in All Might's final year.

Met Rei when he first reached the top ten, aged 22 and married her a year later, with fuyumi on the way just a quickly

Knows ab. All Mights other form

Rei 48

Does ballet!

Shouto 15

No scar

Yet, anyway. We can fix that.

Touya 19 Changes

A little less crispy fried, still scarred by his own quirk. Wears gold contacts undercover as Dabi

Natsuo

21

Studying Medicine

Fuyumi

23

She's a teacher!

Mushy Stuff feat. The Todoroki’s

enji is still number 2 hero. hes actually really nice? he just has a major case of resting bitch face. hes from a rich family, he got dragged out to a ballet to celebrate his becoming number 2 and he was whining we hes like, 21 and doesnt wanna see a ballet he just wants to go to work, or get drinks with his sidekicks. hes being a bit of a grump and his parents are living for their grumpy son bc he still has Round cheeks and hes adorable

anyway its been like, 20 minutes and the show finally starts and enji is like "god i can go home after this and s l e e p" but like, the lady comes out on stage and hes in love. tall, white hair and incredibly graceful. his mum has to hit him bc hes blushing so hard hes getting uncomfortably warm

after the show he like, breaks into her dressing room. hes got his hands clamped over his eye and he like "oh my god im so sorry if you are changing i promise im not looking i just have somewhere to be after this but please what do i have to do to get you to agree to go to dinner with me"

and rei is r e d bc the grouchy number 2 hero has burst into her dressing room and hes bright red and his hair is smouldering slightly and she just laughs and pulls his hands away from his eyes and tells him she'd love to. enji just walks out, faintly dazed with rei's number on his phone and hes so ridiculously happy he cant stop his hair from smoking

anyway, they date, they get married etc

but rei's ballet company is threatening to drop her if she has kids bc she wont be "perfect" anymore and she's torn up about it bc enji started dating her because of ballet and what if he hates her? but enji is like ",,, i kinda,,, love you? plus you and our hypothetical kids with be gods gift to this earth. i will buy you a whole ballet company if i have to"and shes crying and everything is soft

she has fuyumi and she is the worlds most perfect baby and enji is the most protective dad on this planet

then she has dabi bc she wanted fuyumi to have a sibling and dabi is born w his quirk and sneezes embers and enji is crying because his son is perfect

and then they have another kid bc they are sickeningly in love and their children are all wonderful and they have natsuo who likes to eat not food things and rei loves her chunky toddler. enji is crying because "hes gonna be such a big strong man" and also because natsuo keeps trying to eat his flaming beard

and then they have shouto bc "fuck it more children” hes born and rei is crying bc "look he looks just like you enji!" and enji is crying because "rei he looks just like you,,," and fuyumi is crying bc she has another little brother, dabi is trying not to cry bc hes a big strong 5 yearold and natsuo is like,,, 3 and hes trying to est his baby brothers hair and hes perfect

also!!! dabi is a double agent. he loves his dad v much and is pretending to be a villain to keep him and the rest of his family safe

enjis that dad that’s so fucking embarrassing and he does it on purpose?? during the sports festival he’s in his seat and he’s just “sHOUTOOOO” everyone turns and they’re just ???? todoroki s bright red but he’s yelling back

“wHAT”

endeavour, making a lil heart with his hands: “i love you and i’m very proud of you ♥️”

hi please enji sending photos of his kids to allmight all the time. all might fucking adores these little children and sends them so much random merch bc they are so fucking cute. he holds natsuo who’s trying to eat his weird bunny ear hair and he’s just

i love,,,these kids,,,

natsuo is a Chunky Boy. hes a toddler with the density of lead, hes so fucking heavy and round and allmight adores him. shouto looks at you judgingly even as a baby and allmight feels personally attacked

Pre canon + Training arc

in this au, izuku has a stronger version of his mothers quirk. like, really good telekinesis and he wants to be a hero! she hits him if he uses his quirk, makes him say hes quirkless and weak, says she just wants to protect him. she withholds food to keep him "perfect" because

"your father ruined me, now im all covered in ugly stretch marks and im disgusting, but ill make you perfect"

inko makes izuku wear feminine clothes and keep his hair long bc shes kinda trying to make him into like, the perfect version of her? and she always threatens to scrub izukus "fathers" freckles off his face with steel wool

shes ,,, conflicted about Katsuki

(katsuki knows something is up w inko and izuku so hes not terrible)

because she doesnt want her "perfect" sweet son to become brash like Katsuki but she kinda,,, likes her son being the damsel in distress that has to be saved by his stronger friend? and thinks that if izuku has a guard he won't need to be strong himself if they play in her house, inko is the villain, katsuki is the hero and izuku has to be the hostage that needs to be saved.

izuku tells katsuki about his quirk one day and he mentions it in front of inko. katsuki is almost thrown out of the house and he can hear izuku screaming from inside, and hes trying to get through the door bc his friend his crying and its not his fault. he stays there with this ear pressed against the door for hours. izuku stops crying after 45 minutes, inko starts saying shes sorry after 3 hours

inko crushed her son's hands

inko needs her hands for her quirk to work and assumes izuku does too? So she methodically crushes every finger and his wrists to try to ruin his ability to use his quirk. izukus hands heal but he cant write without it hurting and that makes him really upset bc he loves to draw. its the only thing that his mum lets him do that he enjoys. inko says sorry but she still blames him

"im sorry it hurt honey but mummy had to do it, you understand right?"

from that day forward katsuki starts training to be a hero bc he doesnt want anyone getting hurt like izuku ever again. he helps izuku train too in secret, they work together to lie because izuku wants to he a hero, and if he can survive his mother? he can do anything.

after that time w inko he cant use his quirk. like, physically? he can, but he has panic attacks and freezes up if he tries. basically izuku gets bullied for being quirkless, but not by Katsuki

ep 1 happen kind like normal. izuku asks "can i be a hero without a quirk?" allmight says no but he manages to use his quirk to save katsuki and katsuki hugs him as he cries, izuku pulls katsuki from the sludge villain w his quirk, allmight saves the day

the heroes are like, 2 secs from scolding izuku for using his quirk but the boy is having a horrific panic attack and they would feel bad ab it. also katsuki looks like hes gonna commit real actual murder if someone so much as touches izuku so they awkwardly walk away

allmight confronts izuku ab. the whole "i though you were quirkless" thing and izuku has another panic attack and all might feels terrible izuku is basically apologising for having a quirk??? that that sits really badly w toshi so he asks izuku if he can help him and katsuki train to be heroes and izuku cries and says yes

izuku looks at the time and starts crying again and allmight is like??? did i do something wrong???

izuku is sobbing that he doesnt wanna go home because "she'll be so angry" and toshi is like,,, holy shit im just gonna steal this child i guess but izuku convinces him hes overacting and izuku runs home, after toshi gives him his phone number and stresses that izuku is allowed to call even for "stupid" reasons

mitsuki is confused that katsuki looks so worried hes like,, pacing and he keeps sticking his head outside to look over the balcony to the street and checking his phone bc izuku hasnt told him what happened yet and hes scared that inko finally snapped and hurt him too badly to recover from

inko??? wasnt happy

shes beating izuku with heavy stuff and asking him if he thinks shes a terrible mother or something. izuku is crying because hes sorry and he didnt mean to use his quirk he was just scared. inko starts crying and is patching him up and says that she only hurts him because she loves him and wants him to be happy and perfect . izuku doesnt get food for 2 days after that, he has to sneak out to train w katsuki and all might. all might actually asks katsuki ab. it

"his mother is fucking crazy. my mum doesnt believe me but shes batty. lost it when her husband left and is trying to keep izuku like a fucking doll, its creepy"

izuku tends to wear gloves of long sleeves, or draws over his hands bc they are c o v e r e d in scares. on a particularly bad training day izuku cant hold his water bottle and he cant stop himself tearing up so katsuki holds the bottom for it and izuku is so embarrased and gratful and all might wants to cry because who hurt this kid???

like,, three? months into the training izuku comes up to all might and the kid is shaking and pale but he looks so determined and he says in the softest voice "i want to start training my quirk" and all might smiles like the sun

Entrance Exam

So allmight has already given his quirk to Mirio, he and nighteye made up. Hes out heroing, saves izuku from the sludge villain, Izuku doesn’t cling on but there is something ab the way Izuku looks at him that worries allmight so he stays to answer his question and runs out of time. Izuku asks if he can be a hero w/o a quirk, allmight hesitates. Izuku just quietly says "its ok, thank you for your time" and leaves. All might feels terrible.

He realises the sludge villain is gone, curses and runs towards the explosions. Izuku is wandering around trying to find Katsuki and sees the sludge villain has him. W/o wasting a moment he runs towards him, trying to pull him free. He uses his quirk to pull him out by the shirt and stands infront of katsuki to try to keep him safe. Allmgiht rushes in to help.

The heroes try to tell Izuku off but katsuki just yells at them and they hurry away. They run into Yagi and he tries to talk to Izuku but katsuki just yells at him. Allmight explains his form thing and tells izuku he can totally be a hero but oh hey werent you quirkless?

Katsuki is ab. To rip Allmights head off, izuku just explains he doesn’t much like his quirk. All might asks if he can help train the two of them to be heroes and they agree 100%. Izuku has to run home and leaves Katsuki w allmight. Katsuki tells him he'll need to look after Izuku and walks off in the same direction. Allmight is l o s t

Izuku gets beaten byhis mother for using his quirk, sneaks out to train with yagi and katsuki. Yagi is worried but there isnt much he can do. Mirio and Sir show up sometimes to chat w allmight and help training, All might admits hes going into teaching bc hes going to have to retire soon and Izuku tells him he'll be amazing at it, katsuki just roasts allmight

Day of the entrance exam mirio wishes them both good luck .

Izuku has told his mother hes taking the gen-ed written exam and has permission to go get food with katsuki afterwards. He has applied for gen-ed and the hero course and honestly doesn’t believe he'll get into heroics but he has to try.

Someone pushes him, Occhako catches him, they all say hello and enter the written exam hall. Izuku finds it easy as pie so hes honestly kinda worried that hes missing something (hes not, hes just smart). There is a moral dilema at the end of the test and he answers it in a way that concerns the markers (in a self esteem kinda way)

So they enter the auditorium and and izuku finds out he isnt in katsukis arena which makes im panic, but he tells him to suck it up because hes a grown as teenager and can handle himself which cheers izuku up. Iida calls them out for talking.

At the arena hes having a quiet breakdown, sees ochako and lights up, goes to talk to her but Iida tells him off for being a trouble maker. Someone in the crowd snidly asks "when did they start letting 12-year-old girls take the exam" and izuku feels like dirt. Mic calls start and his fight/flight is so overreactive he throws himself straight into the exam

Pulling rubble and crap w great force through the robots, he gets around 20 points? But after a while he just shuts down. He feels sick and he hates his quirk and his mother and his hnds ache and he just c a n t do it anymore.

Aizawa watches this kid in arena 4 crumple to the ground and he spares a moment to be sad for the kid. He looked promising, but its not the first time someone has cracked under the pressure durring the entrance exam. He sees allmgiht looking saddened out of the corner of his eye, locked on the screen, and thinks maybe this kid is why he asked to be excluded from the judging team.

Izuku sees the zero pointer and cant even bring himself to run away. But then he hears ochako cry out and instantly sprints towards her.

He pulls himself into the air and pulls as many shards of scrap metal and rebar as he can, and pulls them with all his might through the 0 pointer, turning into a giant pincusion. He runs out of energy, and just lets himself fall.

Aizawa feels his heart sink bc the kid is smiling.

Ochako saves him at the last moment, and hes miraculously uninjured but so out of energy he can barely stand. Recovery girl hands him gummies which he gratefully accepts and drags himself out of the exam. He meets katsuki by the entrance. He sees his tiny mess of a friend, pale and shakey but smiles and he picks him up and hugs him even though he will deny it till the day he dies. izuku is sure he failed but for one moment, using his quirk? he just felt so complete and free that he doesnt mind if he fails, just because he got to enjoy that one moment. bakugo tells izuku that hes gonna drag him into the hero course by his hair and izuku giggles

They go get food bc they need some relief.

Izuku doesn’t think he's in the heroics department but is hopeful anyway.

he and bakugo spend the week waiting for their letters "studying" for ua (aka, designing hero costumes, coming up with names, planning the fuck out of everything bc they are both crazy nervous and will never admit it)

inko hands izuku his mail and izuku is so nervous because if she looked? its game over but she just smiles happily and tells him to tell her if he got into gen ed. or not so they can invite the bakugo's over to celebrate

izuku walks calmly until his mum is out of sight, then he tears down the hall, stuffs a towel under the door and opens his letter under his blankets so she cant hear it. its allmgiht on the screen and he cries.

and he got in and he cries some more

and then he has a quick panic attack becuase holy shit this is a lot of lies hes going to have to spin because he came first in the entrance exam. his mum asks him if he got in and hes so grateful that his voice doesnt shake when he cries, as he says back "i got into gen. ed mum!!"

He finds out he got in and he starts to panic bc what is he going to tell his mum? Some point later Inko yells at him for just sitting around so he runs out of the house and to a cat café, and hes just sobbing because his face hurts from where she slapped him and he just wants to get out of the rain.

Shinso sees this kid, curses his heroic instincts and pays for 2 hours for him and the mystery kid. He just wanted to wallow in self pity for failing the exam he knew he was going to fail, but now hes got a crying kid to deal with

So turns out the kid is his age and is called Midoriya. As only izuku can do, hes shinso spilling his guts ab the hero course and his quirk in around 20 minutes. Izuku explains a bit about what his mother did to him, and that he got into the hero course but if his mother finds out hes scared shitless of what she'll do.

Shinsou’s family before Aizawa was shit, he gets it. And he sees this cute green-haired sobbing kid gently kiss a fat tabby on the top of its little head and decides he'd die for him.

They plot that they'll change shirts at the start of the day so inko doesn’t see the hero course shirt, and shinso will quickly tell him what they were doing in gen ed on the train home. Shinso does urge izuku to get help but izuku declines. His mother is sick and she's trying her best. She still loves him. Izuku is scared of who his dad is.

And it's not like anyone ever believed his soft, kind-looking mother could hurt her own son.

First day + Quirk Apprehension Test

Inasa is a recommendation student, along with Momo and Todoroki, was placed in Aizawa class bc his quirk is kinda wack.

Class does not contain Hagekure, Mineta is expelled

like, first day of school shinso is waiting down the road for izuku and bakugo is like,,, ha????? and shinso is like "oK So i have the hero course shirt, change behind a tree like a bunch of weirdos or wait for school" and izuku is like,,, “as much as my anxiety wants to change now so we wont be late i think kacchan might murder us if we change behind a tree" and bakugo is like??? "YeaH and WHO ARE YOU EXACTLY"

anyway! they take the bus and shinso explains that the bonded over a chubby tabby and that hes agreed to be izuku alibi and katsuki looks him up and down like ",,, you pass" and izuku giggles and shinso feels happy bc he didnt know the boy could giggle and its such a soft noise

anyway, izuku and shinso sprint into school to find a bathroom to change in, izuku tries not to cry on his hero shirt. they then proceed to speed walk to the correct class bc the other students have shown up and they dont wanna get yelled at. katsuki told izuku he could walk himself to class because "youre a big boy now" and izuku laughs again

izukus anxiety vs trauma is a continuous war bc anxiety says "hide behind friends" but trauma says "dont be weak and pathetic like inko says you are or shes been right the whole time"

izuku gets into class, bakugo is busy trying to scare iida bc iida is Really Getting On His Nerves. iida says hi to izuku and izuku almost cries before iida says that he was sorry for being a dick and then izuku almost cries again but bc hes happy

ochako bursts in like "OH MY GOD THE CUTE ONE GOT IN" and izuku is Red and like (a lil trauma but he shoves that way deep down) and says hi. aizawa crawls in and scares the actual shit out of everyone but izuku finds him super calming? bc hes just so fucking blunt and he doesnt have to look for double meanings

anyway, izuku gets called up to do the throw bc he came first and hearing aizawa say "use your quirk" made a cold sweat run through him but bakugo gave him a thumbs up so he felt a little better. The boy gets a crazy score. izuku gets a great score on all the stuff he can use his quirk for, but hes got terrible stamina/strength bc hes just so thin. hes placing like, first quarter of the class

so they finish, mineta gets kicked out

allmight is watching from behind a bush bc look at his boys go!!! his yelly boy and his crying boy!!. aizawa holds izuku back at the end of class, bakugo doesnt wanna leave him but tenya pushes him to the locker room

"so kid. thats a great quirk youve got there"

and izuku,,, really doesnt like talking about his quirk. he doesn't like using it. he and bakugo drew vines on his hands this morning to cover up the scars and hes tracing his fingers along them to keep himself from shaking.

aizawa looks him dead in the eye

"mind telling me why you are registered as quirkless?"

and izuku freezes. he cant breathe.

aizawa is waiting and his irritation turns to alarm when he realizes the kid i s n t m o v i n g. all might has seen izuku freak out before so he swoops in and sits izuku down on the ground and tries to get the kid to breath. he does but hes still shaking and all he'll stay is "im sorry" and "not again"

aizawa is very much shaken because izuku seemed pretty normal? then he remembered the kid shinso was talking about. allmight calls bakugo who runs back out onto the field, half in uniform and half in costume and hes trying to calm izuku down and he looks like,,, 2 seconds away from ripping aizawa head off and aizawa honestly thinks hes kinda deserves it lmao

its nearing the end of school and izuku isnt even down from his panic attack yet but bakugo n e e d s shinso to get over here so they can swap shirts or izuku is going to be in even more trouble than he already is. so bakugo is trying to get izuku to respond to anything, allmight has his hand on his not sons shoulder, aizawa feels like a piece of shit, and bakugo is trying to find shinso's contact number in izuku's phone

some of class a goes to look outside and aizawa lays into the and tells them to hurry up to class or he'll expell them all with mineta

anyway shinso comes running out bc his teacher is mic and is willing to let him do dumb stuff and shinso is like??? dad its been 1 day what did you do to the cat kiss boy?? shinso allmight and bakugo get izuku responsive enough that bakugo takes him to swap his shirts in the changing rooms and helps izuku clean up so its not obvious he was crying. shinso gets izukus stuff from his classroom. aizawa just turns to all might

“ok so what the fuck was that"

all might honestly shrugs "i barely know myself. kid has serious quirk trauma and is scared of his mother, thats all i can tell you" and aizawa is both concerned and annoyed bc ofcourse thsi si in his class

izuku and bakugo get home, alls good

Battle Trial

battle trial! its,,a ride

basically! izuku has his lil costume and ochako tells him he looks really cute and hes grateful + trauma. bakugo tells him he looks like hes ready to bust some heads which makes him feel better. todoroki is with iida on the villain team

they are chatting happily about have hero families and being melodramatic about being evil

Izuku is paired with inasa!

so izuku cant directly use his quirk on himself, but he can "push" against the ground, which sends him up. its useful for dodging but not sustainable

anyway, they work out that inasa's wind doesnt effect izukus telekinesis

basically:

izuku makes some dust, they roll in, todoroki is out and looking for them. he torches the dust but gets hit by a pebble to the temple. inasa is like, 100% impressed. they wrap todoroki up and inasa says sorry to his half/half bro. todoroki shrugs. bakugo is like, internally cheering and he has the most murderous smile

anyway, iida is melodramatic, inasa looses it laughing bc hes so funny and takes a big ol kick to the face. hes down, probs concussed but iida cant get in to tie him up because he almost gets squished by the currently moving bomb bc its paper mache its light and easy for izuku to pull on

iida decides he should probably take down izuku before anything happens, but at the last moment izuku pushes off the ground, dodging over iida and lightly tapping the bomb

hero team wins!!!

inasa and todoroki are both concussed which is awkward but its all g. izuku gets MVP but iida was a close second. bakugo like, friendly punches izuku in the arm and hes hiding behind bakugo bc people are looking at him but hes very happy

someone says "wow, your quirk is amazing" and hes like,,, "oh there goes my good mood." allmight and bakugo are about to tell this kid to shut the fuck up but get beaten to it by a concussed todoroki of all people

"its not the quirk its how he uses it you overipe melon"

izuku giggles until he cant breathe and bakugo is cackling. concussed todoroki looks so pleased with himsel

bakugo and kiri are teams up and they kick actual ass as the villains. like, crazy good, they take out the heroes and dont even have to let it run over time

because "if we win? we do it right."

izuku is like doing these little happy bounces and inasa is crying bc his partner is so pure

izuku and shinso meet up, change, go home

U.S.J.

Happens like 3 weeks in, not 3 days in. They need time to bond ok. Before the trip we get some general hyjinks.

the next day, its field trip time baby!!!

inasa makes izuku sit with him and todoroki and its a tight fucking fit bc they are sharing 2 seats. inasa has like,,, claimed this boy because he was so soft and izuku has a friend!! and hes very happy. hes like,, a little scared of todoroki but also kinda loves him for the overripe melon comment so

Kurogiri yeets the villains into the usj. allmight is out of time, aizawa runs in like normal. inasa, izuku and tsuyu get sent to the shipwreck zone. they do some cool shit honestly. inasa holds the 3 of them in the air, tsuyu hold the villains together as izuku yeets them into the hull of the ship and seals the hold and hopes the villains dont really care enough to break a hole in the ship. Inasa gets them all to shore

then they get to witness the nomu and izuku sees the punch thrown? and he moves without thinking, using all of his quirk he can to hold to nomus fist back. after he moves, inasa joins in, pushing the nomu back as much as the can. aizawa punches shigiraki and he gets m a d. shigiraki breaks the capture weapon and sends the nomu after tsuyu. inasa, who was closer, pushes her out of the way and takes the hit. its just like, 1 blow? but hes down to the count. aizawa tells tsuyu to take him and run

izuku wants to throw up

aizawa tries to get him to run but the nomu charges again and izuku has to pull aizawa out of the way. all they can do is play keep-away and aizawa is frustrated because no matter the training he has, he can't stand up to this thing. all he can do is rely on izuku's quirk, because the quirk can move faster than a human can. shigiraki gets sick of this, kurogiri uses momentum to send aizawa to the other side of the usj with kiri and Bakugo. they begin to run back to the plaza. izuku is scared, slips up, takes a hit. hes down, with broken ribs and his quirk is nearing overuse

shigiraki sees this kid's broken hands, laughs and makes the nomu crush them again

bakugo blasts in, grabs izuku. todoroki has the nomu trapped in ice, aizawa wraps izukus hands with what he was left of his capture weapon

all might bursts in. he has more of his quirk left bc he hasnt passed it on yet, takes out the nomu and has enough strength to still be standing. shigiraki goes to attack, and izuku basically uses the last of his strength to pull allmight towards him, then he collapses

the other heroes arrive with endeavour! because he was patrolling nearby and got the alert. is his agency in hosu? Yep! do i care? nope hes here to see his son!

aizawa is like, moossttlylyy ok? shigiraki got to his arm and he's got scrapes and sprains from being yeeted around by izuku's quirk but he's pretty ok. inasa has a punctured lung but is stabilized quickly. izukus bones arent fractured? but hes got a pretty bad crush injury to both hands + cracked ribs and low blood sugar. bakugo rides w him back to ua

shinso is there and hes a little panicky bc his dad and bro were in a villain attack. nezu comes into recovery girls office and is like "oh its ok! ive contacted everyone’s parents and they should be here soon" and bakugo is like "YOU DID WHAT"

nezu sweating ",,, what do you mean this is what im ment to do"

and allmight cringes; aizawa, on painkillers, is like, pretty concerned; bakugo is enraged. izuku isnt breathing. hes frozen, crying silently and hes perfectly still and it breaks recovery girls heart

hes got a big bruise of the side of his face, fyi

bakugo doesnt want to leave but recovery girl orders him out, all might gets made to leave as well. soon the only people left are inasa (unconscious) izuku (catatonic) and aizawa (guilty)

inko walks in. shes smiling. she grabs izuku by the hand, "its ok honey, mummy's here now!"and aizawa?? hes trying not to judge but he gets a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. inko pulls izuku from the bed by his crushed hand and izuku is silent. she has a hand wrapped around the back of his neck as she leads him out of the school

bakugo is at home and hes begging his mother to let him see izuku bur his mother wont let him because inko has been through something stressful and doesnt need you yelling! and bakugo is angry because shes never believed him about inko. he throws his plate against the wall and looks mitsuki dead in the eyes

"you'll regret that tomorrow. you'll regret that when you see what shes done to him"

his door slams

the day after the usj zuku isnt in school. shinso is waiting at the end of his street but only bakugo shows up. he looks defeated

"lets just go"

shinso spends the whole day in the hero course shirt

aizawa isnt surprized, loads of kids didnt show up to school the day after the usj, even non-hero kids, but then izuku isnt there the next day. bakugo is pacing, tugging at his hair as he waits for aizawa to show up. inasa looks lost, todoroki looks faintly confused, shinso is in the classroom, didnt leave to go to his own because bakugo doesnt know where midoriya is and hes waiting for aizawa

aizawa walks in with the bell. no izuku. his heart sinks. He looks around, and walks straight back out of class, sends mic to cover for him. he tells nezu. nezu has a terrible feeling and asks him and allmight to perform a wellness check. allmight uses his hero form, even though he doesnt have much time to waste, because this isnt a waste

they arrive at inkos house, they knock and she opens the door. shes smiling and asks if they would like to sit down, if they want some tea. there is blood under her fingernails

aizawa aks to use the bathroom, sneaks into midoriyas room. the kid is locked to the bed in the dark and aizawa wants to throw up bc he can smell blood and infection

inko took steel wool and scrubbed "off" every bruise on midoriya's skin to make him "clean" again

every mark

every cut

his hands are, oddly, untouched with their horrible crush marks healed by recovery girl as priority, but the side of his face, his ribs cage, the cuts on his arms and legs and back are raw. no skin, sticky blood dripping onto the sheets. aizawa goes over to izuku and he honestly smells like rotting meat because his room is hot and he has massive open injuries that are super infected. he tries to shake izuku awake and realizes the kid is burning. izuku fliches and is trying to pull away from aizawa, opening cuts and pulling at his wounds. hes so quiet aizawa wants to cry. he gently pats izukus hair and tells him he'll be safe now

hes walks out of the room and throws inko from the couch onto the floor, cuffing her. allmight is shocked, inko is screaming. aizawa cuffs inko to a couch and drags all might into izukus room and all might wants to cry

because, something aizawa hadn't noticed, every single piece of hero merch izuku owned has been ripped from its hiding place and crushed and torn on the floor. all might oh so gently breaks the cuffs holding into down and gently, gently picks him up. he cant stop the tears

izuku lets out the softest "im so sorry sensei" and aizawa has to leave the room. he sucker punches inko, calls nezu and an ambulance. inko is, thank god, unconscious now and the house is so quiet

so quiet aizawa can hear all might crying

mitsuki runs in bc she thinks her tiny friend is getting hurt and she sees her sons teacher sitting with his head between his legs on the floor like hes trying not to cry. he just points and she sees the number 1 hero holding this red and broken boy and she screams. she has to run back out to throw up into the kitchen sink

she calls Katsuki. hes sitting in class, most of the class is pacing or doodling, or chatting. mic doesn't have the heart to try and teach them but he also isn't cleared to tell them whats going on because he doesnt know

bakugos phone rings and the kid tears open his bag. all mistuki says it "im so sorry" and bakugo throws his phone into the wall so hard it shatters

mic like, yells bc a kid just shattered his phone and bakugo leaps over his desk to get to the door. mic grabs him by the collar

"hey listener? what do you think you're doing?"

bakugo is white and clammy

"let go." "listener?" "let. go."

mic drops him and bakugo tears down the hall, he kicks open shinsou's door and hauls him out of the room. midnight tries to stop him but bakugo is basically already off school grounds. shinso doesn't even need to ask, he can guess

they are running as fast as the can, faster than either of them have ever run. they don't even bother with the stairs, bakugo uses his quirk to haul them both up the side. bakugo and shinsou try to run in but aizawa just grabs them and pulls them close, he won't let them pass. aizawa isn't even angry but he won't let go of them, like hes scared someone will hurt another of his students, mitsuki drags Bakugo to her side and just holds him like she used to when he got hurt them he was little. the house is silent other than random crying, sirens in the distance

the ambulance comes and they come to take izuku but all might doesn't want to let go of this kid he's failed so badly, so he gently carries him all the way down and lays him on the stretcher. there is blood caked on his suit jacket

ok so as an fyi? izukus injuries arent terrible but hes missing a lot of skin. still has cracked ribs, has a serious infection and is critically dehydrated from fluid loss due to lost skin, plus the fact he hasn't been given food or water for 2 days

it's not the injuries that are the problem, its the dehydration/fever

1A is shaken. mic is shaken and 20 minutes after bakugo runs out? nezu announces that classes have been cancelled for the day and that students may remain on campus if they have no other way home and mic??? the guy is shaken. his husband is missing, all might left, nemuri says bakugo took shinso too

mic has to tell the class school is cancelled, 1 hour into the day but he can't tell them why because he doesn't know. momo, uraraka and kouda just kinda, start to cry bc they can feel something terrible has happened

todoroki invites everyone over to his house until school would have normally ended. they get over to shoutos house and hes like "so,,, you all wanna know whats happened right?" and he gets a bunch of silent nods. he just kinda, says a preemptive sorry to the pic of his dad on the wall and breaks open his hero office door. 1A is crowded around the computer as shouto, momo and tenya are scanning for anything in alerts and shouto stops and points

"minimal security transport and medical assistance to mustutafu, rapid response requested."

they click on it

Heroes Responding: Eraserhead (underground), All Might Civilian Involvement: 2 Adults (stable, no medical response) 3 Children (2 stable, 1 unknown. medical response requested) Villain: N/A Alert Type: Domestic Violence

tenya has to walk away. so does inasa and todoroki

Endeavour storms in bc "shouto, why did you break into my personal office-" and he sees these kids and they looks broken and his son just clings to him. he feels his heart drop, because he doesnt know whats happened, but its not fucking good

w recovery girl + iv fluids and antibiotics, izuku heals up pretty quick but hes got some big scars. shallow but red and angry looking

school doesnt start again until next Wednesday, 7 days after the usj and the dorms have been built

bakugo and shinso wouldn't leave izuku. like, aizawa threatened to expel Bakugo and he still wouldn't go. when izuku wakes up, his two brothers are holding his hands and he cries because hes alive and they are there

so, dorms

everyone swarms izuku bc that's the soft man who they love who saved them in the usj and also they thought he was dead for a hot minute and izuku is crying and there are hugs. aizawa is very fond of his dumb children and they train for the sports festival

U.A. Sports Festival

Events

Event 1 : Battle Royal

so like, battle royal w a shrinking perimeter. 3 hits and you’re out. A hit is contact with another person, thrown object or quirk.

they all wear like these rly uncomfortable body suits that register touches anywhere bc nezu is a nightmare. they all fucking hate these things and nezu is cackling be he had them made but no one would let him use them

during the event, bakugo yells "MAKE IT THROUGH AND SHOW THOSE CHUCKLE FUCKS WHAT 1A IS MADE OF” a resounding yell of “FUCK YEAH” echos through the examinees

no matter what nezu does, not a single member of 1A lands a hit on another. like, bakugo trips and izuku uses his quirk to get him out of the range f kirishima

all of 1A makes it through. all of them. every single one, followed by half of 1B, plus 10ish mixed gen ed and support kids

gen ed, absolutely disgusted: “it’s clear ua favours 1a”

inasa, outraged and very loud: “sAY THAT TO MY FACe”

please, during the fight izuku goes to throw a punch at the person in front of him, they turn around and all he can see its purple hair and eyes and he cant. he uses his quirk to push himself away from shinso

izuku like,,, takes out most of the people bc he yeets people at eachother. he and inasa protect everyon from 1A! todoroki and bakugou team up, double the fire power. ochako is sad bc she cant help bc she cant touch her class mates so she yeets rocks at people. sato / kiri / bakugo make a sit tone of rubble for her, inasa makes a wind vortex above 1A, then she drops it. thats how they take out almost everyone

Event 2: Blind Tag

after the event their costumes light up. half red, half white. the anouncment is just "red is it. if you are still it in 10 minutes you dont move on. good luck" the area turns pitch b l a c k. all natural light is gone so all you can see is the glowing suits (the audience can see bc they have heat cams) and cementoss adds some varying terrain.

-        not gonna lie? it wasnt going to be blind tag but nezu didnt want the last fight to be just 1A

izuku is it he tags someone then avoids being tagged again

inasa is not it. he floats in a corner for like, the whole game but gets hit by ibara near the end

bakugo and todoroki are both not it and team up to make a firey circle of hell, they make it through

shinso does too and hes a really cool fight that no one but him and the audience get to see. he ends up choking this guy out, tags him and sprints away

Event 3: Tournament

momo/monoma, shinso/shoji, tsuyu/kendo, jiro/kuroiro, todoroki/hatsume, iida/awase, bakugo/kirishima, izuku/ochako

momo/iida, todoroki/shinso, izuku/tsuyu, bakugo/jiro

iida/izuku, shinso/bakugo

bakugo/izuku > Izuku wins

Vs. Hero Killer

Interns with Nighteye and Mirio as they do special training w gran. Working with Endeavours agency to find herokiller. Nomu attack, Nighteye tells Mirio to get Izuku to safety, Izuku tells Mirio ab. Iida. Another Nomu corners them, after internal deliberation Mirio tells izuku to go after Iida. Finds Iida, sends location.

Two Heroes

For one, Mirio and Nighteye are there, along with Izuku.

Forest Training Camp

They take Izuku too, because he was holding Bakugo's hand

Nighteye asks to see Allmight's future and allmight declines. Hes going to do it no matter what the future says, and he refuses to set it in stone by seeing it

Mirio is part of the rescue squad, 50% bc he's the one who will take the fall for the whole thing with his license. Besides, he knows about All for One, and it's his duty as a wielder of One for All to at least try to help his mentor.

"I mean, I could have just taken the boy's arm. But those nasty scars tell me hes very much seen the worst humanity has to offer. Perhaps he'd like to join as well."

#bnha au #bnha #midoriya izuku #midoriya inko #all might #yagi toshinori #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #Midoriya #shinsou hitoshi #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #mirio togata #mirio toogata #Nighteye #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #yoarashi inasa #Iida Tenya

[xiubaek-13]

Definitely Not Hogwarts

Prompt: Baekhyun + “You taste like fucking candy.” + “I was just hoping that y’know… you’d fall in love with me.”

Setting/AU: Magic

Warnings: innuendo, magic, completely non subtle references, swearing.

Word Count: 7,173 (it’s still a drabble, let’s pretend it isn’t this long)

A/N: I hope you enjoy it, you kind of get everyone in this as an added bonus for me taking so long.

If there was something you hated more than changing schools mid-year you had yet to encounter it. Why had you agreed? Because it was a great opportunity. So great that you’d accepted the offer knowing full well that you’d be moving in the middle of the year, packing all of your belongings into boxes - ones to take with you and ones to go into storage, and starting in classes that had already set their dynamic up for the year. Would it be easy? Not at all. Did you still want to do it? You bet your ass you did.

The school was in the middle of nowhere so you had to live on the premises. You’d never been to boarding school before so this concept was somewhat daunting but you were choosing to think of it as a hotel for the moment. All of the students lived in dorms and boarded for the year, only going home at the end of each term, and the teachers lived in separate wings of the school. Yes, wings, because the school was a goddamn castle.

Until a couple of years ago, they had never taken on a teacher’s aide before, but the powers that be had made a treaty between the gifted and the non gifted (god forbid the humans actually use the word magic, apparently that made it seem childlike and not the absolute danger to society that the government liked to portray it as. Magic was neither childlike or the demise of society as we know it but you digress). In the two years following that they had taken on a handful of aides, always non gifted, and usually morally opposed to the concept of magic, a choice that made you think that the wizard in control of the school was in fact, enjoying this whole ‘play nice with the humans’ thing far too much. The aide who had been chosen this year had vacated his position without notice at the end of the second term due to a spell gone wrong. Or something. The particulars were unclear. All you knew was that on one late summer morning you received an offer and should you have accepted that offer (you did, but you made sure not to sound too desperate when accepting it) you would have three days to prepare and move.

Those three days had been a complete and utter whirlwind. Your friends were ecstatic for you. You were the first aide they had selected that had actually had a positive attitude to the concept of magic. First and foremost you believed in science, but you were open to the idea of there being something more out there and if it could be applied to positively benefit human society then you were all for it. Plus, who wasn’t curious about what these kids were being taught?

Your work was sad to see you leave but thankfully you were only employed casually so you didn’t have to adhere to the standard procedure of giving two weeks notice or break any contracts in order to accept your new role, one of the bonuses to being a university student who was unable to work full time. You’d never been happier to not have job security.

Upon arrival to the castle school you were ushered to your wing (the north one with the big spire) by an overly enthusiastic pair of seniors, one of which kept cracking terrible jokes that you guessed were meant to put you at ease but they were just making you cringe, something that the taller senior - you were pretty sure he said his name was Chanyeol - found hilarious. The two showed you to your room, if you could call it that.

You felt like you’d been transported to the world of one of the many books you read while you were growing up - the princess or assassin (your parents made sure you didn’t reach adulthood believing that some man was going to come whisk you off your feet and solve all of life’s problems for you. They gave you books where the women took charge and fucked shit up as well as the damsels in distress, and ones with useless protagonists and ones with good men) living in the tower of a castle, waiting for the unfairly attractive prince or guard to appear so that hijinks could ensue. Your “room” was more of a suite, if castles could have suites. You decided they could, because you couldn’t fathom calling this a room, it was a bit too grandiose for that. You had a bedroom, private study/office, bathroom and tutoring room.

“As you can see, you have space for smaller lessons or tutoring.” Suho explained as you entered the small space, only a few desks and chairs decorating the room. “It’s mostly seniors who will come to you to go over homework, assignments, and anything they’re stuck on.” He added.

“But I’m just here as an aide, not as a teacher. Why would they come to me?” You asked.

Chanyeol replied. “A few reasons. First, if they don’t want the teacher to know that they haven’t fully grasped what was covered in the lesson, the school is super competitive so no one ever wants to let another student see an area that they are weak in. Second, you’ll be marking homework and assignments so they’d come to you if they want clarification around grades. Third, some will come to you to try and scare you. It’s like a sport for some of the students. They see how long the new non-gifted will last before running for the hills.” Your face must have dropped because he instantly waved his hands as he tried to lessen the blow of his statement. “N-not that all students are like that, there’s just a select group who do it. Most of us welcome the initiative to have humans in our school so that they can see that we’re not the evil witches and wizards of their childhood stories.”

“The castle and long robes aren’t helping that, just saying.” You deadpan.

Suho makes a sound akin to choking on air but when you look at him you see that he’s laughing. He looks at Chanyeol as he tries to calm himself but he keeps laughing while trying to speak. “I like her. I don’t think she has anything to worry about with that attitude.” The look the other senior gives him is one of pure exasperation and you have to do all that you can not to crack up at his face.

“Hyung…” he starts but then thinks better of it. His long legs carry him through to the next room, he clears his throat before continuing to speak. You leave Suho, who is still chuckling to himself, in the tutoring room. “This room is your office. It’s kind of a half library, half office. You can do your own research in here and organise all of your work in the room. If you ever need the fire lit just ask me to come and do it. I’m proficient with fire, most students can conjure fire but some would mess with you and light a fire that emits a stench, or one that burns too hot, one that talks to you, you get the idea.”

You nod and make a mental note to ask him to light the fire in winter for you if you haven’t come across any other trustworthy students by then. The proficiency stuff is new information to you. You knew that the gifted could conjure elemental magic but you didn’t know that they had proficiencies for certain elements.

    “I apologise for Chanyeol, he always forgets that the non-gifted don’t know about the proficiencies. I’m assuming that’s why you look confused?” Suho leans against the door frame as he speaks. He pushes off and enters the room once you nod. “To cut a long and dreary history short, gifted - as you refer to us - have the ability to wield elemental magic. Certain families have a proficiency with certain elements which allows them to have superior control over that element. In Chanyeol’s case that is fire. In mine, water. There are nine such students at this school but if we go by our history books there are twelve families with proficiencies. We can do greater things with our elements and we take extra classes to hone our skills with them. Normal students can cast a spell to light a fire in here for you but Chanyeol could click his fingers and a fire would light, or he could create a flame in his hand and have it hover for you.”

“Can he hadouken too?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. Chanyeol folds in half, slapping his leg as he laughs. Suho looks less amused. “Or do you guys have special rings? Can your powers combined conjure Captain Planet?” Chanyeol is struggling to breathe because of how hard he’s laughing.

“That’s… that’s not how the elemental magic works.” He begins.

“Suho, I’m kidding.” You interrupt. “You need to brush up on your human pop culture circa the 1990’s.” You smirk. “Just doing my part to help eliminate the dark, evil wizard stereotype all of you have going for you.”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head as he moves towards the next room, lightly shoving Chanyeol as he passes. “This next room is your bedroom. You’ve got one of the better rooms. You should see the aide’s room in the East Wing, it’s like a shoebox. (You thank all that is good for giving you something better than a cupboard under the stairs.) It has your bed, wardrobe, lounge and adjoining bathroom. It’s the only aide room that has that actually, all of the other wings have a communal bathroom for the aides but you lucked out with a private bath.”

You wanted to make a witty remark about that but all words died on your tongue as you stepped into the room. This was far too grand to be called a bedroom. You had a giant four poster bed to one side, a lounge suite by the fireplace, a couple of wardrobes and shelves, a table with four chairs and a little kitchenette. This was more like a studio apartment but in a castle. Everything was ornate, it was like medieval meets industrial aesthetically, which worked far better than you imagined it would.

“It’s pretty nice isn’t it?” Chanyeol remarked. “Like we said, you got pretty much the best aide room out of the lot.” He scratched the back of his head as he pondered what to say next. “Uh, that pretty much concludes the tour of your room. We’ve both got class to get to but Xiumin & D.O. will come by to take you on the tour of the grounds. They’re two of the other students with proficiencies as well, and they’re both trustworthy so you’ll be in good hands.” The two students bowed and waved farewell to you, wishing you well on your first week at the school before they left.

The other two students turned up not long after Suho & Chanyeol left. One arrived while making voice notes into his dictaphone and the other while cleaning his glasses. It wasn’t difficult for you to guess that these two would be top students, they just gave off the ‘we study a lot and it shows in our results’ kind of aura. You had been informed that all of the senior students who would be showing you around were high achievers but where Chanyeol and Suho were a more relaxed and reserved levels of intellect, these two exuded it.

The two students bowed to you and introduced themselves. The one with glasses was D.O. and the one with the dictaphone was Xiumin. You swallowed the urge to make a Harry Potter joke to D.O. but with that style of glasses he was on borrowed time before you blurted it out. You were, after all, supposed to be professional. You might only be a few years older than these seniors but you were an employee of this establishment, not the new kid. You didn’t have to fit in or be classified as cool. You had the feeling that until you actually started working you’d have to keep reminding yourself of that fact.

“So we’ll be showing you the grounds so that you have a general layout of the school. If you get lost you can always ask a student but to be on the safe side I’d recommend a fellow teacher or a student whom you recognise. Others might find it fun to mislead the new non-gifted aide.” D.O. explained. Why were these seniors painting this school like it was filled with miscreants? Did the students not respect their elders or were humans looked down on that much? Were you just a temporary plaything to them or something?

“Do the students have issues with treating the non-gifted aides with any modicum of respect?” You asked.

“It’s not that. The majority of the student body welcome the integration of humans into our school, we have just as much to learn from you as you do from us if our kind are to coexist moving forward.” Xiumin replied. “But there are a select few, as there are in any setting, who will only find pleasure in making your life difficult. They will take any chance they get to embarrass and ridicule you, to trick you and to eventually send you running from this school. Their primitive thought process is that if they have enough aides flee the school that the whole initiative will be discontinued.” He shook his head as he finished speaking, showing you just how dumb he thought this select group of the student body were.

“What Xiumin is trying to say is trust your instincts. Don’t blindly trust a student because they act kind towards you, feel them out and work out if they are playing you. We’ve been through a few too many aides this year and that group think they can send anyone away. For the most part, don’t react to them. If they think their tricks have no effect on you hopefully they’ll just get bored and leave you alone.”

“Or, they will escalate their antics and put me in actual danger.” You rebuked.

“They’d get caught and punished if it came to that.” D.O. deadpanned then added. “I’m sure you’d be fine. While we’re out Lay, another senior, will be putting up warding magic on your room to prevent any hijinks from happening there.” Hijinks? you mouthed but before you could say anything back to the half blood prince wannabe he started walking down the hall.

Xiumin chuckled under his breath and motioned for you to follow. “You’ll get used to him. He’s blunt but he’s not unkind. He doesn’t like his routine being messed with. Normally he’d be running a study group so he’s a little off kilter today. Just work with it please?” You nodded and followed the other male as he set off after not Harry Potter.

The tour was pretty informative, with both boys giving you some history for the different areas which you found fascinating. They also showed you the areas of the school you’d be frequenting the most - the main hall, the teachers lounge, kitchen, and a small selection of the classrooms you’d be in. They marked these locations on a map for you and went over the easiest routes for you to follow. Both of them were very polite and patient with you as you very slowly got your bearings. Xiumin advised for you to memorise the paths rather than any objects in the halls as they had a tendency to move. D.O. eventually led you to a large set of double doors and guided you down towards the grounds at the rear of the school. This place was massive and your brain hurt from trying to remember everything.

“The sports grounds, gym, amphitheater, horticulture and agriculture areas are spread out here. The easiest ways to know the borders of the grounds are the lake at the back, forest to the left and mountains to the right. You’re perfectly safe if you remain within those boundaries. We’ll quickly take you down to each building but you won’t have to come down here too often so don’t worry too much about memorising them.” He stated.

Xiumin added, with a grin on his face. “You’ll probably only come down to watch sporting matches. Even if you don’t really care for sport, adding magic makes the games much more interesting. Occasionally a class will be held down here if they are using spells that require a lot more space than a classroom offers.” You were going to have to witness this if only to put a real image in your mind of what that looked like. Until you did, it would be every tacky wizard movie you’d ever seen playing on repeat, which would drive you batty. The two of them continued showing you everything, adding fun facts and tidbits of history along the way.

“So, uh, forgive my ignorance but we really only have mainstream media to go off here. Do you guys use wands?” You ask.

D.O. scoffs indignantly. “We absolutely do not. Wands are for children and idiots.”

“What he means to say is that we use our hands and minds. Wands exist but are not widely used since they require far less skill and are less accurate.” Xiumin adds.

“Your mainstream media is dumb.” D.O. says.

You raise your hands. “Hey, no disagreement from me here. I know it’s incorrect with its portrayals 99% of the time which is why I asked.” Xiumin chuckles as he calms D.O. down. You hadn’t expected his outburst to be over a fucking wand but hey, weirder things were surely still to come.

Eventually the three of you approached the large doors that would lead you back within the main building. D.O. smiled when you looked to him to lead the way back. “Oh no. You’re going to lead us back to your room as best you can. Consider this a test of your short term memory.” He chuckled as your face fell.

“Fine.” You grumbled. How hard could it be to follow a map back to your room anyway?

Harder than it looked was apparently the answer. You made it back after a few wrong turns. Part of you wondered if this was some cruel joke where they got to laugh at you leading yourself in circles while futilely trying to reach your destination. The other part just wanted you to hurry up and work out how to get back to your room. When you spotted the stairs that led to your hallway you sighed in relief. Both boys smiled brightly at you. “We consider our tour a failure if you can’t find your way back. You might have made a few missteps but you got back without needing any assistance. You’ll know the grounds like the back of your hand soon enough.” Xiumin smiled.

The two of them led you the rest of the way back to your room before bidding you farewell. “We’ll see you in class.” Xiumin said as he bowed, a small smile on his face. He definitely didn’t look old enough to be a senior but who were you to judge? You were in a freaking school of magic, for all you knew he was 400 years old. Or maybe there was a portrait of him hidden in an attic somewhere.

“Thanks for the tour, you both helped me out a lot. I will definitely be using this map over the coming days while I get my bearings. There is a lot of history here,” You gestured to your surroundings. “and it’s fascinating, I know you barely scratched the surface with the small insights you gave me but it was very informative and enjoyable.” You smiled.

D.O. chuckled. “I’m glad you didn’t fine it too boring. Most of the aides that come through here don’t even listen to half of the tour we give.” He paused. “Actually, before we go I have a question for you.” His head tilted to the side as he appraised you, as if looking for some answer to his yet unasked question.

“Go ahead, it’s the least I could do after such a lovely tour.” You replied.

“Well, the least you could do would be nothing but -”

“Let’s not debate semantics right now.” Xiumin interjected.

D.O. huffed, but acquiesced. “Fine. We’ll ignore the idiosyncrasies of the english language for now.” Xiumin rolled his eyes, this was clearly not the first time he’d had to deal with the other nitpicking at insignificant details of the language. “My question is in two parts. Firstly, where do you stand on the issue of magic? and secondly, why did you accept this role?”

Well that wasn’t the question you were expecting. You didn’t know what question you were expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t one this bold, especially not from a student. “To start with, you know I don’t actually have to answer you right? You are technically my students.”

    “Of course. Will you answer it though?” He asked, his gaze locked on yours. The balls on this kid…

“I will, but the point is that I don’t owe you, or any student an explanation like this.” They both nod at you and wait for you to continue. “To answer the first part of your question, I believe in science. Always have and always will, but I’ve always had an interest in magic. It was this mystical thing that appeared in the storybooks of my childhood, and I don’t mean the propaganda that litters the homes of the non gifted, these books had the gifted as heroes, as people who saved the day. I watched the change happen. All it took was one world leader who realised the gifted were real and they feared the abilities you have over non gifted. Suddenly all of the children’s books had evil wizards and witches who would trick you and eat you. I was never swayed, my interest only grew once I realised that the mystical wonders from my childhood books were real. I think that in order for gifted and non gifted to coexist, they need to work together and not look at either side as less than or evil. There are terrible gifted and non gifted people but there are also wonderful gifted and non gifted people. We fear the unknown but if we work together, that fear lessens.”

You pause to take a breath, noticing how wide Xiumin’s eyes have gotten as you’ve been speaking. “As for the second part, part of it has surely been answered in the first part of my response but aside from general curiosity and a belief in our kind working together I also want to be a part of that. It’s not lost on us that most non gifted selected for the program have been heavily against the concept of magic and view the gifted as the devil incarnate. I know I’m probably one of the first to be selected who has no negative preconceptions of what goes on here and I want to do my job, help students and be able to provide workable ideas for the future of our kind coexisting. I believe that if we can work together, science and magic combined will result in wondrous things.”

Finally, he cracked a smile, his whole face changing into that of a bright young man. “You are a welcome change. You’re not wrong when you say that the other aides have a dislike of our kind and of magic as a whole. I think our kind chose the wrong approach by attempting to make a non gifted who was fundamentally against everything that we stand for change their mind by simply existing with us. It was never going to work, and even if it did your government could scratch it up to stockholm syndrome. Just.” His face hardens but his gaze softens as he looks at you. “Keep your wits about you and don’t be fooled by rose coloured glasses.”

***

Your first few days went by without too many hiccups. You’d been thrown into a wide array of classes; apothecary, history of magic, potions, magical law, spellcasting & defense magic. The classes were overwhelming but oh so interesting, to the point that you had to keep reminding yourself that you were supposed to be reading up on the syllabus and grading homework against the guide sheets you’d been given, not giving your full attention to the teacher. That was easier said than done once the topic of dragons came up. It took all of your self restraint not to blurt out “Fucking hell, dragons are real?!” but maintaining your professional facade took priority. You made a note to read up on them later because they were even more fascinating than your childhood stories had hinted at.

You met most of the other proficient students thanks to Suho & Chanyeol introducing them to you. You’d run into Xiumin & D.O. again when they were on their way to their extra credit classes and asked them about their proficiencies, apologising for forgetting to ask the first time you’d met. They’d let you know that Xiumin’s proficiency was ice and D.O.’s was earth. You didn’t get to ask much more about it because they ran off to class, not wanting to be late and have that mark on their records.

“Good Afternoon Chanyeol, what can I do for you?” You’d asked when he approached you with two other students trailing behind him.

He grinned and gestured to the two behind him. “I figured I should introduce you to these two. They’ll either annoy the shit out of you or be model students.” You raised a brow at him. “They’re younger than most seniors, thanks to their proficiencies.” He stage whispered at you.

“You know we can hear you right?” One of them remarks.

To his credit, Chanyeol ignores them and continues talking. “Whilst they are young and immature, they possess a lot of control over their elements, Kai in particular.” He gestures to the boy to his left, who smiles shyly at you and waves. “They figured they should get him through school, disciplined & bursting at the seams with morals before he got too old. His proficiency is teleportation you see, so everyone does what they can to steer him away from a life of crime.”

You nod. “No ill gotten gains for you then.” Kai chuckles. “Can you only teleport yourself or can you take people and objects with you?”

“I can choose. I have to be touching whatever I want to take with me but if someone grabs me I can choose to teleport alone or with them.” He replies.

You lean forward on your desk. “How large an object can you move?” You ask.

He grins at you. “Not telling.”

You sigh dramatically. “Chanyeol, I fear that he might have already given in to a life of crime.” For a moment Chanyeol looks confused until the synapses connect and he realises that you’re poking fun. “If you do a dramatic pose when you teleport then I think you’re well on your way to the criminal mastermind title.”

Kai laughs loudly. “I like her.” he states before wandering off to find his seat. You just hoped the military never found out about him, they’d abuse his power wherever possible and he seemed far too kind for that kind of life.

The other male clears his throat to remind Chanyeol that he is still waiting for his introduction. Chanyeol’s eyes widen and then narrow in frustration. “This is the youngest of the proficient, Sehun. He likes to think that the universe revolves around him but we keep him grounded, figuratively and literally…once or twice.”

You glance past Chanyeol to Sehun. He looks like he has a chip on his shoulder, and the resting bitch face isn’t helping him not seem like a jerk to you but you give him the benefit of the doubt. “Hi Sehun, what is your proficiency?”

He gives you a very slight, like blink and you’d miss it kind of slight, smile as you feel a light breeze wash over you. “Wind.”

You ponder for a moment and bite your tongue to prevent another Captain Planet reference from coming out. “Wind would be the broad term though wouldn’t it? You control air right?” You ask.

He nods. “Yes. I can control and manipulate the air, it’s velocity and molecular structure.”

“Are they trying to prevent you from a life of crime as well by fast tracking your schooling?”

He smirks. “Something like that. I had a huge amount of power but no control over it so I was pushed through school to better harness my power.”

Chanyeol interjects. “His power used to be based off his emotions so he’s had to learn to control himself and basically relearn how to use his power.”

“That’s pretty impressive actually.” You reply.

Sehun actually smiles at that. “I like her too, for now. Nice to meet you.” He nods then also heads to his seat.

Chanyeol smiles warmly. “He caused himself a lot of harm while he was learning. Lay, you haven’t met him yet but he’s proficient in healing, had to patch him and quite a few of us up on several occasions. He seems cold and aloof but he needs to be in order to keep his ability at a safe level.”

“Thanks for introducing me, that’s 6 of you I’ve met so far so I still have 3 to go? Lay being one of them. Who are the other 2?”

You hear the groan in his voice. Clearly he isn’t a fan of these two. “Chen & Baekhyun. They are probably the two who will give you the most grief. Too clever for their own good and they are sneaky as all hell. They control lightning & light. Don’t be fooled by their lost puppy eyes. In fact, ask some of the other aides, I’m sure they have stories.” He glances up as the teacher enters the room and ducks off to his seat.

You’re left to wonder about these two supposed wicked students. What do they look like? (Probably should have asked that in hindsight) Are they really that charming? Had the other aides exaggerated with their stories? You were going to find one after class and learn more about these two. You wanted to be prepared for whenever they decided to show up in your vicinity.

***

“Baekhyun? Is he here?!” The aide shuts the door quickly, looking around the room frantically.

“Woah, woah, calm down. He’s not here. I was just asking about him.” You try to calm the spooked aide. Christ what did this student do to the aides?

“What did he do to you?” She asks quietly.

“Huh? Nothing. I haven’t met him yet.”

“Keep it that way.” She says quickly.

“The better question is what did he do to you?” You take a step towards the aide, determined to get answers. She seems truly afraid of this student. Is she vehemently against magic? Yes. Does that warrant this level of fear? You’re not sure.

“He’s evil.” She whispers.

You roll your eyes. “Come on now. I know you aren’t exactly pro magic but evil? In what way?”

Her eyes widen as she grabs the fabric of your shirt over your shoulders. “He toys with you. He’ll be the sweetest student you ever meet until you do something that he doesn’t like. Then he’s your worst nightmare.”

“So a teenager with an out of control ego. That’s not so bad. You had me thinking he’d be murdering kittens on my doorstep or something.”

She shakes her head. “You don’t understand! He’s proficient in light, sounds lame right?” Maybe it sounded lame to her but you had already put some thought into that power. Manipulating light and dark, controlling shadows - that could be a terrifying power. “It sounds like a nothing proficiency compared to the others but once you realise that light is necessary to everything, it becomes terrifying. He shouldn’t be.” She shudders.

Maybe that attitude is why he doesn’t like you. You think to yourself. Out loud, you attempt to change the subject. “And Chen?”

She scoffs. “He’s a trickster but there is no malice in what he does. He messes with you because he can. Compared to the other one, he’s harmless.”

You bid her farewell and head back towards your room. Another aide stops you down the corridor. “He knew she had a fear of the dark so he manipulated the shadows so that she felt like she was perpetually being engulfed in darkness for the better part of a month. She’s been a nervous wreck around him ever since. All because he didn’t score higher than Kai in class.”

“He sounds like a right jerk.” You state.

“He is. He’s ruthless once he’s decided that you aren’t useful to him anymore. The others are all probably like this but he’s the only one not hiding what an evil monster he and his kind truly are.” The aide leaves before you can give him a piece of your mind. Armed with more information on the remaining two proficient students than you’d had an hour ago, you head back to your room. Lost in thought you fail to notice a student the student that brushes past you.

***

The rest of your day goes smoothly. You attend two more classes and are given homework to mark for each. Sehun comes to you for tutoring after his magical law class. He’d told you he understood the concepts they’d covered but didn’t understand why any of it mattered. You’d done your best to explain the notion of risk and consequence in relation to magical law, using his own grasp on his proficiency as an example. Once he left another student came knocking on your door, one you hadn’t been introduced to yet.

“Are you a senior?” You asked.

He nodded. “You’re our new aide.”

“Your powers of observation are second to none.”

“Hey now, that’s not how you should talk to students!” He exclaimed as he entered the room. You’d figured that he was one of the 3 remaining seniors you were yet to meet, you just didn’t know which one he was. The upturned shape of his mouth screamed ‘I’m mischief incarnate’ so you ruled out Lay.

“Most students would announce themselves upon arrival. Forgive me, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced yet.” You don’t hold out your hand, a tip you were heeding since Xiumin mentioned it.

“I’m Chen and I suck at apothecary. Please help me teacher-nim. I need to be in the top tier of the class so that my parents will get off my back.” He dramatically drops to his knees and overacts begging for help, making you laugh loudly.

“Get up, dear lord. Chen… lightning proficiency right?” He nods. “Do you just invoke it or can you direct it wherever you want it to go?” You ask.

Instead of answering he flicks his wrist and a small electric shock strikes your thumb. It’s similar to when you get a shock from your car or if you touch something after shuffling on carpet. You look up at him to see him smirking. “I can control it, and make it as strong or as delicate as I please.” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

You choose to ignore what he’s implying and continue to question him. “Just lightning or all electrical currents?”

“Oooh we have a smart one this time. Everyone else tried to work out my proficiency based off norse mythology.” He grins, that smile as disarming as you expected it to be.

“Oh please, you’re more shock mouse than god of thunder.” You blurt out. “Though I hear that you aren’t dissimilar to another norse god - Loki.”

He laughs loudly, the sound is music to your ears. “You are not what I was expecting but I’m not mad about it yet.” He settles into a seat at the desk across from you. “But seriously, I need help with this class. Can we work on that now and exchange smartass lines at each other later?”

You laugh and nod, settling back into teacher mode. So far Chen doesn’t seem as bad as the reputation that preceded him but you make sure to keep your wits about you. You know one thing for certain though, this student is a tragic flirt.

***

You’re exhausted after the extra tutoring sessions and the marking. Your bed has never looked so inviting and you cannot wait to slide under the covers and drift off to dreamland. Your alarm had rather rudely pulled you from a particularly salacious dream last night and you were hoping to return to it tonight. You packed away all of your stuff, making sure to lock the students work in your private office. You’d been informed that there was a nullify spell over the room which rendered everyone’s skills, no matter how proficient, useless. Once you were done packing up you made your way to your bathroom to wash up for the night, taking your time to complete your skincare routine and brushing your teeth.

You refrain from rushing to your bed because you are not a child but a sigh of pure joy escapes your lips once you finally crawl under the covers. You think back to the dream you had left this morning and sink into the pillows, closing your eyes. The image of the log cabin in the snow coming back into view. You feel the cozy warmth of the blanket wrapped around you as you wait for him to return. He’d gone to fetch more hot chocolate and sweets so that you could finish watching the movie you’d started just over an hour ago.

Vaguely you recalled him being more built in this mornings dream but as long as he was bringing you sugar who were you to judge. What did alarm you was the sudden change in sensation of the blanket against your skin. Before you felt cozy as it had warmed your clothes but now you could feel it against your skin. When had you suddenly become naked?

Then he appeared. He didn’t look as sweet as you recalled. Rather, he looked annoyed for a fraction of a second before his face transformed, a kind expression now showing on it as he climbed back onto the bed next to you and handed you a mug of the aforementioned hot chocolate and placed a bowl of sweets in front of you. “Thanks babe.” You smiled as you picked up a toffee and put it in your mouth.

“You’re welcome.” The words sounded forced. Like he didn’t want to say them.

You do your best to ignore it and continue watching the movie as you sip your drink. You feel like he’s staring at you and not in a ‘I want to kiss every inch of you before I ravage you’ kind of way. “What?” You ask as you look at him.

“Really? ‘You taste like fucking candy?’ That is the smooth line your subconscious came up with? You need to get out more.” His tone is full of judgement and disgust.

“What?! What are you talking about?” You exclaim, confused. This dream isn’t like the one you wanted to return to.

“In your mind we keep watching this movie and then I lean in to kiss you and say that line.”His judgemental tone is really starting to grate on you.

“Who the fuck are you?” You ask exasperatedly.

“I really thought you were smarter than this.” He chides as he gestures to himself as though he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. “I’m Baekhyun.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my head? I’ve never even met you!” You clutch the blanket around you as you remember your nakedness. Was this still a dream? It felt a little too real to be a dream. There were details missing and if you were dreaming up Baekhyun then you needed to have some stern words with your subconcious about cockblocking you. The dream was supposed to start cringeworthy and saccharine sweet but then twist into a filthy romp. You knew the lines were cheesy, but they were supposed to be. It wasn’t so sweet when your face was planted into the rug about 20 minutes from now.

He shrugs. “I’ve had no reason to seek you out in person, not with everyone painting me as some sort of antichrist to you.”

“So what? You just decided you’d appear in my dream?” You choose to go with this no longer being your dream. You figure that he’s somehow invaded it and that alone is pissing you the hell off.

“I wanted to see what you were like and my proficiency allows me to do this so I figured ‘what the hell’ and popped over for a visit.” He grimaces. “I was not expecting ‘I’ve come to clean ze pool’ levels of dialogue though.”

You close your eyes and shake your head. “You need to get out of my dreams. I didn’t fucking invite you here.” It dawns on you that he must be able to dream walk and that thought somewhat terrifies you. Suddenly the frantic fear that the other aide had doesn’t seem so dramatic.

“Push me out then. Consider this a lesson in defense against wizards. Your mental barriers are weak. I can see everything.” He leans against the wall of the cabin as though he hasn’t a care in the world. You don’t have a clue at how to push him out because why would you? You try to imagine kicking him out of your head and locking a door behind you but he simple laughs at you. You try visualising a vault, and locking away your precious thoughts and memories, slowly filling the vault with more and more items.

He laughs. “Oh you are tragic. I thought the candy line was bad but this, this is just ripped from a poorly written romance novel. ‘I was just hoping that y’know… you’d fall in love with me.’ Excuse me while I barf.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble. You are going to evict this smug prick from your mind if its the last thing you do.

He looks you up and down and smirks. “Non-gifted aren’t usually my thing but I’d make an exception for you.” He winks. “The bit after all of the terrible dialogue isn’t so bad now that I look forward. My, my, you are filthy.”

You want to punch him.

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[gameofthronesmarvelfanfics]

His Warrior Wolf

Summary: You’re Jon Snow’s twin sister, you’re a fighter who finds her way back to her family, and Tormund likes it.

Pairing: Tormund Giantsbane x stark/snow!reader, Jon Snow x Sister!reader

Wordcount:  2095

Beta reader: @eggplant-bi

Warnings: fluff, angst, implied sexy times, first time writing Game of Thrones and Tormund, badly characterised probably, children

When you met Tormund all those moons ago, you never expected to fall for the free man kissed by fire.

You saw him as a partner, someone to spar and have a drink with, in him you found a fast friend, and in you he saw a southern lady (by free folk standards), who could hold her drink and hold a sword as well as any man could, for him it was love at first sight.

*flashback*

You rode into your old home of Winterfell, having ridden your chestnut horse, Cleaver, she was as tired as you were as you approached the gate at the city walls.

The guards stopped you in your tracks, so you dismounted your horse, your head still down, and you spoke.

“I seek presence with the King in the North, you don’t happen to know if he’s here do you?” you asked them.

“Who are you? What is your need of the King?” one of the men replied.

You tutted, removed your hood and lifted your head, hair blowing in the wind just as your cloak was.

Their mouths dropped in shock at the sight of your face, everyone presumed you dead when Cersei took the crown, but here you were; scars on your face from all the fights you had won and dressed as a man.

You placed your hand on the sword that was at your side, preparing to remove it from its sheath.

“Look, gentlemen, I haven’t got all day, so I’ll ask again. The King, is he here?” you huffed, becoming increasingly agitated with them.

“Right this way, my Lady,” the other spoke, looking at your chest as if it was the last cake in the bakers.

You cracked your jaw, removed your hand from your sword and used it to grab his face and pushed him against the nearest wall, the other hand flipped the dagger from its hilt, pressing it against his neck.

“Two things before I go in.” You turned to the other guard.

“This applies to you as well,” you said, pointing the dagger at him before turning back.

“Number one, if I ever catch you looking at mine or any woman like that again,” you moved the blade down as you spoke, “I will cut this off and display it as a warning to others, is that understood?”

He nodded, so you pulled away to look at their faces, placing the dagger back where you retrieved it from and climbing back onto Cleaver.

They scrambled to open the gate.

“And number two,” you looked ahead, “I’m no Lady.” you told them, riding into the place you once called home.

You felt eyes on you as you entered. You stalled Cleaver and turned your head to see a tall, bearded, red-haired man, dressed in furs from head to toe.

“You don’t happen to know where I can find Jon Snow do you?”

He stared at you in complete awe, as if he couldn’t believe you were talking to him, you were about to ask again when there was a call of your name.

“(y/n)?” You turn your head to the voice, seeing a face you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Jon.” You said to the man across the court.

You climbed off of Cleaver, and made your way over to him. as he did the same.

You embraced your twin brother in a hug.

Until you pulled away and hit his arm with all the force you could muster.

He winced.

“Seven hells sister, what was that for?” he asked, rubbing his arm.

“I’ve been missing for five years and you never thought to find me! That’s what it’s for!” You hit him again.

“Ow! I did look for you, you idiot!”

“Don’t you call me an idiot, Jon Snow! Now where’s Sansa?”

“Why?” he asked

“Because I heard about Ramsey and I’d like to make sure my little sister is okay, if it’s all the same with you,” you curtsied, picking up imaginary skirts, “Your majesty.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat.

Tormund watched your exchange from where you left.

The laugh that escaped your lips as you ‘curtsied’ made his heart flutter in his chest.

He knew then and there that you were the perfect woman.

*End of flashback*

Since that day, you and Tormund had grown closer than either of you had ever come to another human before.

You listened to his stories of the Free Folk, and all the battles and pillages he had been through.

He listened to you talk about your life, before King Robert asked your father to be his hand.

He listened to everything you said and you did the same with him.

One night, when you couldn’t sleep because your head was full of scared thoughts of the coming war and if you and everyone you loved would die, you got out from under your covers and made your way down to Tormund’s room, in the hopes he’d still be awake.

You knocked lightly on his door, nervously ringing your hands as you waited.

The door opening startled you.

“Little wolf, are you okay?” he asked you, his voice was gruff as he if had just woken up.

“I- I couldn’t sleep and I hoped you’d be awake, s- so we could talk, maybe?”

You tried to look up at his face but the mere presence of him made you too nervous to do so.

“Of course little wolf, I’m always here for you, ” he told you, pulling you into a hug.

You reached up on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, placing your head in the crook of it.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you two stood there.

You sniffled and he pulled away from you. You removed your arms and wiped your tears away.

“Sorry.”

“(y/n), there’s no need to apologise.”

“I feel so defenseless, I could lose everything to this war and I finally found someone I care about more than anything in the world and I’m going to lose him.” you admitted.

Tormund felt jealousy bubble in his chest.

“I- I’m going to lose you and I won��t be able to cope.”

“I don’t want to die a maiden either,” you added, hoping he’d catch the meaning in what you were trying to say.

Finally gaining the confidence to look him in the eyes, he looked at you, his face unreadable.

That was until he started to lean down, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, this time to pull him against you.

His beard was rough against your face but you didn’t care.

He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, slowly backing into his chambers as the kiss continued.

“Don’t worry my wolf, I’ll take care of you tonight.” He whispered, pulling away from your lips and placing his forehead against yours lightly, before leaning back in a kiss.

*time skip to the next morning*

You awoke to you and Tormund cuddling, him facing you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head in the crook of your neck as yours was last night.

You were both deprived of any clothing.

You sighed in contentment, he stirred in his sleep pulling you closer to him.

You chuckled lightly, accidentally waking him from his slumber.

“Morning my love.” he whispered kissing your forehead lightly.

“Morning my darling. I should get dressed, Jon will come looking for me soon and I think he may kill you if he catches me naked in your bedchambers,” you whispered back as he kissed your neck.

“Or, we could just stay here and fuck,” he said, lips still against your neck.

You hummed in agreement, as he kissed up your jaw eventually reaching your mouth.

You smiled against his lips, realising in that moment just how much you loved him.

Everything was bliss, until there was a knock on the door, making you both raise your heads in shock.

“Tormund, have you seen (y/n)? I haven’t seen her all morning and I’m starting to worry.”

You quickly got off his bed and started searching your clothes, occasionally throwing some at Tormund who gladfully took them from you.

“No, I haven’t seen her, but she’s a grown woman I’m sure she’ll be fine.” he spoke, putting on his undergarments and other items of clothing. Getting ready to open the door to your brother if it came to it.

“Oh well, if you see her let her know I’m looking for her would you?”

You tried to suppress a laugh at your brothers cluelessness, but failed miserably and laughed loudly.

Your hands flew to your mouth as Tormund glared at the door. Waiting for the inevitable response from your brother.

“Tormund, is she in there with you?” anger was laced in your brothers words which scared you, Jon had never been angry at you, sure, you had annoyed him in the past, but you were siblings it was expected.

Tears welled in your eyes as fear raced through you like an arrow, you stood stock still, your nightdress loosely hanging off your shaking frame, even with every fight you’ve ever been in, the thought of your brother catching you with a man terrified you.

Before you could sink to your knees Tormund caught you in his arms.

“Little wolf, please don’t cry, it’ll be alright, I promise.” he whispered to you.

For such a tough man he had a soft side that he showed only to you.

He pulled away from the hug, walking to the door and opening it revealing the angry face of your twin.

“Jon, (y/n) is in here with me, she got scared and worried  last night so came to see me, I promised to protect her.”

‘Okay that wasn’t as bad as what I thought he was going to say’ you thought.

“And then we made passionate love all night.”

‘Okay this is officially a nightmare come true’ you looked to him and your brother.

Your brothers hand clenched to a fist.

Tormund was unsurprisingly relaxed.

“Because that is what I feel for her is love, has been since the moment she rode in through the gates and punched you on the arm.” he confessed

“So please, do whatever you want to me, just know it won’t change what I feel for her.”

You were still looking at your brothers fist, which he was getting punch Tormund with.

“JON SNOW! IF YOU SO MUCH AS PLACE A HAND ON HIM YOU WON’T HAVE ANY BY THE TIME I’M DONE WITH YOU! IS. THAT. UNDERSTOOD?!” you screamed at you brother, who then looked at you, a scandalised expression on his pale face, fist uncurling in fear of your rage.

Your eyes widened in shock at yourself, never having shouted at any of your siblings in such a manner.

“Oh seven hells I sound like Catelyn.” you realised out loud, placing your head in your hands, laughing lightly.

Jon spoke up after a few seconds having come down from the initial shock of it all.

“I’ll allow this,” he coughed “relationship, on two conditions, one, you never shout at me like Catelyn again and two, if you hurt her she’ll kick your arse back over that wall Giantsbane.” he said to both of you.

“I never plan on hurting her, Jon. For I love her.”

You smiled at Tormund as you walked over to him grabbing his hand, only letting go to slap him when very happily and smugly states;

“Except for when she has our beautiful, angry babies.”

*time skip of about 5 years*

The battle was won and very few survived, except the ones you loved.

Jon was King, and Dany, revealed by Bran to be your aunt, was Queen.

You had married Tormund a week after the battle, having fought by each other’s side throughout, the both of you never wanted to spend another moment without each other, now five years later, you held your little bundle of joy as you watched your twins, Ned and Lyanna, play with their father in the courtyard.

Their hair and red as his and their eyes as grey as yours.

“Tormund! Your son wants you.” you shouted to your husband as the boy in your arms grumbled, watching as he ran over to take him from you, you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

But you knew that you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

A/N: I’M BACK OFFICIALLY AND YES IM POSTING THIS AS GoT HAS STARTED 

#tormund giantsbane x reader #tormund giantsbane/reader #tormund giantsbane x you #tormand giantsbane/you

[yoonglegurt]

Royally Obsessed - Prologue

anonymous asked:

What about a fantasy Au? Where Bts are like princess day they are like looking for a bride and they fall for s/o who is a peasant. But she is actually in love with someone else. ( why do I come up with these ideas at like 3am? I don't question it I just accept it. Love your blog btw💓💗💖)

Word count - 1.5+ k

Part 0.1/?

It was a quiet morning- well, it was too early for the word morning. It was barely even dawn yet. The sun hadn't even spared the smallest touch over the Nochu mountains, and the Ramon forests were darker than usual. Even at this truly ungodly hour, a small form was already climbing out of their small corner turned into a bed, collecting a bundle of, presumably, clothing, before pittering out of the cottage, walking into the aforementioned dark woods. Animals who were used to waking up at this hour as well, looked on at the mysterious figure, a small buck trotting over and nudging the hand of the form, begging for attention. The form chuckled quietly and granted the animals wish, petting it lightly and bending down to grace it with a soft kiss, before continuing the trek into the forest.

Eventually, the person reached a tiny, yet stunning meadow, growing with blue and white and yellow flowers of unique shades and small pebbles decorated the edge of the beautiful river running through it. A couple of water roses adorned the surface of the water and the stunning scenery was finished off perfectly with a small waterfall, glistening beautifully in the soft moonlight. The figure let down the hood of their cloak, dropping the bundle of clothing down, the small buck, which was following the figure all along, trotted off to give privacy. A couple of foxes were still guarding the meadow, wolves ready to attack anyone who would dare to interrupt the beautiful woman hiding under the cloak.

And yes, truly, the person hiding under the cloak was the most stunning woman in the village she lived in, most likely even in the whole kingdom. Her skin was fair and pale as the moonlight shining over her, her hair was as dark as the night she woke up to, silky smooth and oh so long. Her body was small, but adorable, yet with the perfect feminine curves. Her eyes glowed a soft brown, seemingly holding the mysteries of the universe in their charming depth. The woman sighed with happiness. This was one of the few moments of the day where she would finally be able to reveal herself. You see, in the fear of being stolen away, her parents, poor farmers, would make her wear a long, blue cloak and a white mask in order to hide her beauty and only reveal it in the privacy of their home.

This was her little spot, her small safe place that was free from the suffocating protectiveness from her brother, free of the curious looks and questions from the villagers, free from everything. She loved it here, and her small, bare feet dipped into the water carefully, her body soon following as she swam in the clear, sheer water, washing off her body and raking her long, slender fingers through her hair.

Way too soon for her liking, the sun graced the horizon, making her exit the water with a pitiful frown, dressing in her clothing quickly, just to spend a few more fleeting moments to watch the golden hues dance over the water, making the already beautiful scenery even more awe inducing. Oh how she wished she could have a small painting of the scenery with her wherever she went! She voiced the small wish with the tiniest smile, before turning around and pulling the cloak back over her face, the mask covering the upper part of her face.

No matter how beautiful her figure might've been, she was still required to work long hours. Her family was at the brink of poverty, and any helpful hand was greatly appreciated. The woman had often heard her parents quietly discuss marrying her off to a rich man, but her brother overheard a lot of the times and it just resulted in loud arguments which she would have to end by pulling her  brother away and calming him. It seemed like this was one of those arguments, even at this hour, she could hear the deep vocals of her brothers shouts, weakly being fought against by the ones of her parents.

With a sigh, the figure rushed inside the house, pulling her mask and hood off, ready to pull her brother away, completely unaware of the surprised, yet watchful male sitting at the old creaky kitchen table they had, a cup of steaming, hand picked by the woman tea, in front of him.

"Brother, brother! Calm down now, as I am here. No need to fret, no need to fight! I am here, and we should get to work!" The woman's melodic voice was a bit worried, holding the taller mans face in her hands, forcing their eyes to join in a desperate attempt to calm him.

"I cannot be calm, Y/N, when our parents are ready to give you away without a second thought! Where is your mask and hood, my dearest sister? Why is it removed?" The handsome male quickly grabbed the mask and pushed on Y/N's face, securing it and placing the hood back on.

"Why should I be hidden, Hoseok? My face, as ordered, is only bare at the company of you, mother and father, we have no visitors?" Your confused voice made the mysterious man sitting at the table chuckle lowly.

"Oh, sweet lady, that is where you're mistaken. You do have a guest, and it is I, the royal messenger of the  ball." He spoke in a deep baritone, giving off the feeling as if the whole room shook at the vibrations of it.

"I deeply apologise, my dear sir. Now mother, this poetic way of speech is tiring, may I stop?"

"Okay, stop. It's getting kinda old now. The author would've gotten too bored of writing so fancily soon anyways. The author is a 21st century child, she ain't got no victorian dialect in her." A unknown voice spoke from seemingly nowhere and anywhere, making Y/N nod.

"Thanks for breaking the fourth wall, author. Now, anyways, what're you here for, sir?" Her cheeks were burning with an embarrassed fire, only making her more beautiful.

"You've been chosen as the most beautiful person in this village. It means you must pack a bag and travel to the royal castle, where you will be joining a ball together with people from the other 19 villages and 10 cities, meaning  29 contestants, and you. This is in fact the last place I have to go to in order to inform them." The man checked a list and scratched off the last name which clearly stated 'Y/N from Jaatving, 17'.

"She's not going. Go get Hyunling from the next house over, she's pretty too, plus well off. Besides, what do you need the ball for anyway? Don't you royals have enough of those with your elite buddies?" Hoseok spoke coldly.

"The ball is organised in order to help the three princes of the Kim Kingdom, the Highest Royal Guard, the Highest Lecturer and the princes step brother all find a wife. If you are not familiar with the people I've named," 'which I wouldn't be surprised about,' the man scoffed under his breath, earning an angry scowl from Hoseok," Prince Kim Seokjin, Prince Kim Namjoon, Prince Kim Taehyung, Royal Guard Park Jimin, Highest Lecturer Min Yoongi and Prince Jeon Jungkook. They're all looking for wives." The man looked out of breath after finishing the roll of people, Hoseok noted he had been sneaking glances at a page as well. Must be hard working for royals.

"You can shove that ball up your ass, Y/N ain't going nowhere. " Hoseok spat.

"We're paying a hefty sum of money to every family which participates. More money is paid to those families which daughters survive the dropping the longest. "

The day ended with Y/N, and Hoseok, packing their bags. "Will you really be okay with us, mommy?" Y/N softly touched the old ladies cheek with her palm, the mask neatly sitting on her face.

"We're sure. The extra money won't hurt us in any way, sweetie. Just.. try to not get dropped, okay?"

Y/N's face was painted with a pained smile. "I-I'll do my best, mommy. Have luck!"

The man was huffing by the horses they'd be taking. "Do you really have to go?"

Hoseok just sent him a scornful glare, wrapping his arm around Y/N tighter. "Yes, yes I do. Y/N is my little baby sister, and I will protect her from those vile elites no matter what. She is mine." Hoseok hissed out.

"Come on now, Hopie! Let's get in the cart." With Hoseoks help, Y/N climbed into the wood cart and waved goodbye to her parents which were wiping their tears sadly. "We'll miss you, Y/N- ie, Hopie! Come back to us soon!"

"We will, momma, papa! We will!" Y/N called back to them, waving with a small smile.

Oh how wrong she was.

#royallyobsessed #bts #yandere bts

[annwinter94]

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[marvelous-heroimagines]

The Bronx: Part 7

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: Angst?, fluff, swearing

A/N: The finale! A huge thank you to everyone that showed this series love, through likes/reblogs/comments/feedback!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

~~Peter’s POV~~

“You alright, kid?” Tony’s voice sounds in Peter’s ear. Peter finally succeeds in taking out his share of the guards, knocking the final one out with a hard punch,

“Yes,” Peter replies through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean to be mean to Tony, but he was too on edge right now to worry about being polite.

The moment Peter and Tony had returned to the compound, after seeing you dragged into the quinjet and out of reach, they started planning this mission. Peter’s first real mission; one that he wouldn’t have had to fight if it weren’t for his stupidity months ago. Getting you back safely was the only way he could fix his mistake, and he was determined to do it first try.

“Through here,” Tony informs Peter when they meet up, passed out agents littering the ground. Tony leads Peter down multiple hallways and staircases, it seemed they were going deep underground. ‘How big is this facility?’ Peter wonders to himself.

Suddenly, Tony stops dead in his tracks, causing Peter to bump into him. Peter was about to apologise, but his attention is caught by Tony’s Iron-Man helmet sliding up. Tony is staring into a room, a frown between his eyes.

“What is it?” Peter queries, not able to wait for Tony to tell him,

“I thought this was Y/N’s room,” Tony mumbles, confusion thick in his tone, “I could’ve sworn-”

“Hello?” a female voice calls out from the door behind them, making Peter jump, “What’s going on?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Tony calls out, “Open all the doors in this corridor,”

In the next moment, 5 doors buzz and swing open. Peter’s muscles tense as he prepares for the worst - a fight against 5 enhanced kids. But no one attacks.

“What’s going on?” the same female voice from earlier says, and Peter spins around to see a petite, blonde girl in front of him and Tony. She looked to be around Peter’s age, maybe a year or two older, and she looked frightened.

Peter suddenly recognises her from the news; she fought along side you yesterday afternoon.

“I know you,” she breathes out, staring at Tony. Her eyes dart to Peter and a smile forms on her lips, “And you... Hello, Peter,”

“How do you know my name?” Peter asks, a little taken aback and scared, he was wearing his suit - how did she knew who he was?

“Y/N thought about you almost constantly,” her eyes crinkle with her smile, “It’s hard to keep secret identities a secret when I could read her thoughts. She-” footsteps from further along the hall stops the girl from continuing to speak.

Tony appears cautious as teens around Peter’s age start emerging from the other 4 doors. Peter recognised all of them, they were all enhanced. Where were you if your teammates were here?

“Hello,” Tony calls to the kids, “I’m Tony Stark, and Spider-Man here is Peter Parker,” Peter shoots Tony a ‘what-the-fuck-dude’ look for revealing his secret identity to teens that could kill him in his sleep, “We’re here for Y/N, do you know where she is?”

The larger of the two male boys steps forward - he looked almost 18 - and squares his broad shoulders, “The last thing White Queen... Um, I mean, Emma could read from Secretary Ross’ mind was that they were going to take her to some kind of raft?”

“Fuck,” Tony mumbles, “Alright, thank you,” Peter watches as the teens glance between themselves and Tony and Peter, almost like they were willing another to speak.

Peter nudges Tony’s arm, silently reminding him of the rest of the plan, “Oh,” Tony says, “If any of you wish to leave and go home to your families, follow me,”

All 5 teens grin at one another and hurriedly follow Tony as he leads the way to the exit. Peter follows last, his mind working a little slow as he tried to think of what the hell the tallest boy meant. Were they going to strand you at sea on an inflatable raft?

Emma, Laura, Scott, James, and Claire all introduced themselves to Tony and Peter once Tony’s quinjet was on its way to returning them home. Peter tried to stay interested in their conversations, but he was too sick with worry to really listen.

After Tony dropped all the teens off to their respective homes, and gave them each an Avengers business card - telling them that any time they needed help, or if Ross tried to come after them again, to give him a call - he and Peter returned to the compound. The moment Tony’s feet touched the ground, he started pacing; and 45 minutes later, he hadn’t stopped.

“Tony!” Peter finally snaps, his racing brain getting the better of him, “Can you please tell me what our next move is?”

“I will, when I figure it out,” Tony dismisses him with a frown,

“Then can you tell me what the hell kind of raft they’re putting my girlfriend on?” Peter says with exasperation,

“It’s not a raft,” Tony informs him, “It’s The Raft,” Peter looks at Tony, an irritated expression plastered on his face, “Oh, right. It’s the most secure prison on Earth. Ross took Team Cap there after Germany,”

“How’d they get out?” Peter asks,

“Cap,” Tony simply states, “That man is better than me at breaking into places,”

Peter just stares at Tony, the answer so obvious to him. Silence falls over the two of them until Tony finally glances at Peter.

“Oh, of course!” Tony grunts, clearly feeling like an idiot that he hadn’t thought of it earlier. Tony finally stops pacing and marches off to delve deeper into the compound, with Peter hot on his heels. Tony mumbles to himself as he rounds a doorway and makes a beeline to his office desk, “I know it’s here somewhere,” Peter hears Tony mumble before he snatches something out of his desk drawer with an ‘a-ha!’

“Think he’ll help us?” Peter questions, watching Tony click buttons on the ancient mobile phone,

“No doubt,” Tony says before bringing the phone to his ear.

~~Reader’s POV~~

You’ve only been locked in your cell for a day - you think - but you’d already learnt not to yell or fight. Any time you did anything that seemed threatening, you would be electrocuted. The metal collar was supposed to be removed after the mission, but Ross had changed his mind. You didn’t do what you were supposed to - capture Steve, Sam and Bucky - so Ross had you imprisoned.

You had no idea where you were, having been blindfolded once Ross decided that you weren’t returning to the facility with your friends, but your cell was cold and you couldn’t hear anything.

Suddenly, the lights around you go out, plunging you, and the circular area outside the cells, into darkness. Your heart rate picks up and you jump off of the ground. If you’re arms hadn’t been tightly wrapped around your torso, in a straight jacket, you’d have balled your hands into fists; readying yourself for anything.

Squinting out of your cell, you see figures flying across the room. You can’t hear anything, so your best guess is that someone is fighting the guards that watched over you. When you notice a figure approaching your cell, you instinctively take a few steps back, desperately writhing in the straight jacket, trying to get free just in case you had to fight.

The lights flicker on and your cell door swings open. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see Steve standing in the cell doorway.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, worrying that he’d be caught and thrown in here with you,

“Stark called me,” Steve says as he walks around you and breaks the straight jacket with one powerful yank, “He and the kid tried to find you at Ross’ facility,”

You shake your arms out as blood starts flowing properly through them; although you don’t feel better yet, your powers are still withheld, like in Ross’ facility.

You follow Steve out of your cell, but stop dead in your tracks when Bucky and Sam walk into view. Your heart drops as Bucky stares at you.

“Bucky, I’m sorr-” Bucky stops you but holding his metal hand up,

“No need to apologise,” he smiles at you, “I clocked that collar the second I saw you in New York,”

Your hand flashes to the collar you’d completely forgotten about. You pull at it, desperate to get it off. But without your powers, there was no way you were able to break it.

“May I?” Bucky asks, his eyes flash with amusement. You nod and spin around, holding the hair off of your neck. Bucky’s metal arm whirs, and the next second, the metal collar falls from around your neck. You give Bucky a thankful nod.

“Cap, we’re gonna have company, soon,” Sam interrupts.

Steve nods, “Time to go,”

You jog along behind the three men as they make their way out of the prison. The 4 of you break out of the building and cold wind hits you in the face. The prison was in the middle of the ocean - no wonder it was so cold in your cell. The moment you step out of the floating prison, you feel your powers flow through you again, causing relief to wash over you.

You, Steve, Sam and Bucky hurry into the quinjet and take off just as helicopters come into view, fighting against the high winds. You can’t keep the relieved smile off of your face, watching the prison, and the authority that had used you, fade away.

~~Peter’s POV~~

Peter tried his best to stay focused, but he couldn’t care less about Maths right now. He was too on edge about your rescue. Thankfully, Steve, Sam and Bucky had agreed to help, and Peter knew that Cap was the best person to do the job, but that didn’t stop him worrying. There was so much that could go wrong.

Peter’s phone vibrates in his pocket, bringing him back to reality. His hand flies up in the air, “Sir, I’m not feeling well,” he hurriedly says, not waiting for the teacher to look at him. The teacher looks as though he’s going to roll his eyes, but gives Peter a stiff nod. Peter is up and out of his chair within seconds, bolting for the exit.

Peter pulls out his still ringing phone and answers it as he walks, fast paced, down the halls and out of the school, “Happy?”

“Hey kid,” Happy’s voice sounds through the phone, “A car is waiting for you,”

Peter spots the black Audi at the same time Happy had mentioned it, “Is she-” the line goes dead, making Peter groan in annoyance.

The whole drive to the compound, Peter couldn’t sit still. He’d been so worried about your safety, that he hadn’t even thought about what he was going to say when he finally got to see you. Would you be mad, or hate him? Probably. You had every right to be. It’s his fault that Ross got his hands on you, and used you for his own good. The knot in Peter’s stomach tightened as he thought about how much you’d hate him.

The car rolls up to the Avenger’s compound, and Happy is waiting for Peter’s arrival. He walks Peter through the compound, continuously complaining about this being below his pay grade. No matter how many times Peter asked about you, Happy just kept telling him to wait.

“Through there,” Happy mumbles, peeling off and leaving Peter.

Peter walks through the double doors, and he immediately spots Steve, Sam and Bucky standing together. Bucky is looking around, clearly out of place and alert, while Sam and Steve are chatting. Peter’s muscle tense as their eyes land on him. He thought he was here to see you, but if part of Team Cap were here, it could mean anything was about to happen.

“What’re you doing here?” Peter says, he tried to sound threatening, but the three men just looked at him with confusion.

Sam’s eyebrows raise, “Wait... You’re the Spider-kid,”

“It’s Spider-Man,” Peter mumbles, “Does Tony know you’re here?”

“I do,” Tony’s voice sounds from the floor above them. Peter peers up as Tony descends the stairs, looking pleased with himself, “Peter, meet Rogers, Wilson and Barnes,”

“This is the kid that kicked your asses?” Steve asks Sam and Bucky, causing Tony to laugh, and his friends to scowl,

“Tony,” Peter interrupts, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Getting dressed,” Tony says, looking proud. Before Peter can ask, Tony answers his question, “She’s fine... Thanks to Cap and his boys,”

~~Reader’s POV / Meanwhile~~

Staring into the mirror, you can’t believe that you’re seeing yourself. You looked like a totally different person, powerful and awesome, in your own superhero outfit. Tony hardly had to ask, you already knew you wanted to join the Avengers, especially now that Tony was going to get Team Cap back. It was all you wanted after Germany.

Tony had filled you in on your other enhanced friends, telling you that the moment each of them finished high school he’d be offering them positions on the Avengers and a room in the compound. You’d already rung your dad, and reassured him that you were fine. He still thought you’d been completing an internship in Washington. You didn’t want to worry him, so you kept up the lie; telling him how great it was and how much you’d learnt.

To be honest, your hero outfit was a little revealing - but still in good taste. Tony theorised that the more skin you had exposed, the easier you could use and control your powers; not to mention that the material was tedious to make, it had to be able to withstand the intensity of your powers, your fire could potentially reach the temperature of the sun.

Taking one last breath, you spin on your heel and exit the room. You can hear Tony talking, probably to Steve, Sam and Bucky. Wandering up to the upper level railing, your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on Peter.

He’s staring at you, his eyes wide, and fiddling his fingers. He looks nervous, but you can’t keep the smile off of your face. It was the first time you’d laid eyes on him since being taken from that alleyway, and you couldn’t be more relieved. When he sees that you’re smiling at him, a little smile dances on his lips.

You want to run to him, telling him how much you’ve missed him and love him, but you had to navigate the stairs first. Coming down them as fast as you safely can, you ignore Tony, Steve, Sam and Bucky’s looks and go straight to your boyfriend.

You throw yourself on him, your arms wrapping around his neck, and plant a kiss on him. He’s frozen for a moment, probably taken by surprised, but he soon relaxes into your frame. His arms wrap around your waist and he even lifts you off of your feet. The two of you smile in the kiss, and break apart.

“We’ll... Um, leave you two to talk,” Steve mumbles before shuffling Sam, Bucky and Tony out the door.

Your eyes drift back to Peter, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip, “You don’t need to apologise,” you say before he can voice his thoughts,

“Yes, I do,” he tells you, “I wasn’t thinking. I thought that I was doing the right thing... If I knew what Ross would do to you...” Peter trails off, looking guilty and upset,

“Babe,” you coo, placing your hands on either side of his face, “You couldn’t have known,”

“I still feel responsible,” he whispers,

“Don’t,” you tell him, “The whole thing wasn’t a terrible experience. I can control my powers better than ever... And I made new friends,”

“I’ve missed you,” he says, letting himself smile a little,

“I love you,” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself. Peter’s small smile breaks into a wide grin,

“You’re too good to me,” he shakes his head with a smile,

“I know,” you playfully tease. Peter kisses you again. You’d forgotten how crazy you were about him, just a kiss made you weak at the knees, “So,” you drawl out once the kiss ends, “What do you think of my superhero outfit?”

Peter takes a step back, and pretends to think over his answer as he looks you up and down, “Gorgeous,” he finally says, “...And the outfit is nice,”

You let out a giggle, “You going to let me fight criminals now without worrying about my safety?”

“I’m always going to worry about your safety, Y/N, I love you,” Peter tells you, making your heart skip, “But you can definitely handle yourself... Just don’t get mad if I try to protect you from time to time,”

You nod, “I think that’s reasonable... As long as you do the same,” you cock an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

He nods, “Have you seen the whole compound?” you shake your head, “Come on, I’ll show you around,” Peter slides his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers with his and leading you away.

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[perevision]

Happy Season 4!

I haven’t seen it yet, and I don’t think I should till I finish this chapter. Beginning today this fic will probably not be canon compliant. Still, to celebrate the new season, have a preview of chapter 3! (Thanks again to @mongoose-bite and @narwhalthegreat for cheering me on with this fic!)

(Read more below the cut)

Unexpectedly, everyone had very strong opinions on what to wear in a healing pod. The subject himself had no opinion, as Ziarra administered a general anaesthetic before the situation even came up.

Which meant Kolivan was lying on a gurney, unconscious, while she and Ziarra and Shiro argued about whether he should put something on before going into a cryopod that had been installed in the Altean chamber, i.e. in full view of any visitors.

Apparently before the Empire, Galra healing pods were installed in small dark rooms, three to a room, and patients were sealed in without a scrap of clothing. ‘It's hygienic!’ insisted Ziarra.

‘The healing suits are hygienic!’ insisted Coran.

Shiro noted that he remembered being put into the pods fully clothed, down to his shoes.

Ziarra looked horrified. ‘They didn't do that with me,’ she whispered.

‘You also said that they filled the pod with Quintessence-infused liquid,’ Allura pointed out.

‘I'm just telling you what I remember,’ Shiro said. ‘I'm not saying it was good practice.’

Ziarra, who when they met seemed as stolid as Kolivan and twice as sensible, put her hands over her eyes at this new revelation and dragged them down her face.

‘Guys!’ Keith broke in. He was standing by Kolivan's gurney. ‘Can we just maybe keep these pants on and leave everything else? I'm still kinda freaking out about how Lotor nearly cut your leader in half, so please just make him well and worry about nudity later!’

That settled it. Ziarra and Vashli gently stripped Kolivan of his bandages and got him into the pod as Keith put in the codes he was given. Galran technology was all solid as opposed to Altean: the pod had a glass panel that slid open and sealed shut. A whirring sound like an air cooler started up, and purple light filled the pod, illuminating Kolivan’s sleeping face. The crease of his brows, which Allura had always thought was just part of his features, smoothed out as sparks gathered around his injuries, leaving a calm and almost gentle expression that she had never seen on him. They left him with Ziarra, although Keith stayed, asking the Galra doctor soft questions as he helped her with her readings.

Allura dispels the lingering distress of seeing the vivid bruising (visible even through his fur) and the raw gash that bisected Kolivan's torso, and smiles at Khenval. The Tando khuun is directly to her right, as befits the guest of honour. Further down Jaisa is stealing Lance’s heart by telling him stories of her grandchildren. Keith, who had come in just in time for dinner, and Shiro are being quizzed by Sighar and the young khuun Melekh on piloting a Lion of Voltron and how that was different from a ship of Earth.

Khenval smiles back. ‘It is good to eat together,’ he says, ‘without the fear of being interrupted by attack. I think it’s been too long since any of us have enjoyed that.’ He takes a sporkful of roast vegetables - Hunk had insisted on scavenging nearby planets for supplies - and hums. ‘Your Yellow Paladin has such talent. Is this usual among warriors from their planet?’

---

Allura finds herself drifting towards the infirmary. Keith, of course, is already there, sitting on the step beneath the pod and looking through what looks like one of the Blades’ tablets. He looks up when he sees her, and lifts his hand in greeting.

‘Ziarra’s been teaching me how to read Galra vital signs,’ he says, showing her a purple screen with...not much she can understand, unfortunately. She was a teenager when Daibazaal was destroyed, and hadn’t had time to learn much Galra before the war, although her father spoke it fluently. He’d been a renowned calligrapher of the language as well, which Allura wished she had known when he was alive. Modern Galra was different enough that she knew almost nothing of it. Perhaps...someone...could teach her.

Allura smiles at Keith, who’s intently comparing the readouts on the pod with his tablet. She comes up to see what he’s looking at. ‘You and Kolivan have grown close.’

‘I guess?’ Keith avoids her eyes, his usual response whenever someone brings up personal issues. ‘He’s not...as scary as people think he is. He said,’ his ears redden a bit, an Earth reaction that never fails to fascinate Allura, ‘he said he thinks of me as, as a cub. I’m not,’ he adds, his brows drawing together, ‘but...still.’

She doesn’t say anything. She’s read between the lines of Shiro’s carefully impartial report and what little Keith could be pressed to add. His father, the mystery of his past. The spaces in his life where family and home should be. She hopes she and the other Paladins have helped to fill those spaces a little, but she believed for too long that Keith had nothing to learn from his Galra side, that it was something to overcome, not accept.

She’s been avoiding the pod. It isn’t that she’s prudish at all, but Kolivan has always been so...private. She has seen the Paladins in uniforms and civilian clothes, in swim trunks and sleepwear and (accidentally, and to the embarrassment of all concerned) outright naked. It can’t be helped, with only seven people in close quarters on a spaceship.

But the Blades seem to treasure their boundaries, none more so than their leader. He’s hard to read, but she thinks he might have been ashamed of being seen out of uniform when she came to formally apologise to him and claim friendship. If there’s anything he and Keith have in common, it’s this loathing to show vulnerability. Keith is pretty terrible at it, she has to admit, but he’s not a spymaster living under thousands of years of empire.

Said spymaster looks softer now than she’s ever seen him, the perpetual creases of worry smoothed off his face, his whipcord limbs loose and all tension gone from his shoulders. A pattern of red and pale stripes cross the purple fur of his arms and chest, broken up in turn by scars - evidently something Galra cryopods do not heal.

The faint purple mist filling the pod softens every line of him. Kolivan breathes deep and slow, his chest almost still. His eyes move, dreaming, beneath his eyelids.

Something beeps. Something else hisses. Keith says, his voice oddly faint in her ears, ‘Well, you’d better catch him.’

A crack of yellow light gleams from beneath Kolivan's eyelids. She hadn't noticed before - Galra eyelashes are a pale double fringe, more fur than hair and invisible unless you're close.

She always thought Galra went straight from unconscious to fully alert in a blink. But Kolivan's yellow eyes go from slitted, to half-mast, blink a few times on the way, and then focus on her.

Lines form around his mouth, then smooth away again. One corner lifts, then both. His lips form the shape of her title, his sharp white teeth closing on the S.

Glass slides against her hand, startling her into a step back. The pod opens, releasing a damp breath of lavender colour. Kolivan leans dangerously over her for a moment, eyes wide, and she instinctively steps forward again to get her shoulder against his chest. ‘Easy,’ she gasps, steadying him. What the quiznak, had she stopped breathing?

He tenses and pulls away, one hand groping for the guard rail that runs along one side of the pod - an idea she wants to try in the Altean ones.

It's a few seconds before she realises she is nearly face to chest with a Galra who is only in a pair of loose sleeping trousers and is definitely staring down at her...not in threat or intimidation, but in clear panic.

Allura gulps, heat spreading through her nose and cheeks. ‘I, um, I’ll let your, um, them know you’ve woken up,’ she stammers, her gift for diplomatic words deserting her.

She doesn't flee. That’s never been her nature. She's ashamed to say that she does retreat, although with a steady stride and her breathing under control.

Keith, of course, has already vanished, but Ziarra is coming down the hallway. She nods to Allura as they cross; Allura, not trusting herself to speak, nods back with passable serenity.

She heads down to the teludav chambers and she fiddles with settings and polishes lenses till she calms down again.

#allurivan #voltron legendary defender #allura #kolivan #as you wish fic #my fic writing #fanfic

[puckish-saint]

I need some angst... Hanzo, Genji and Zarya's trying to find their s/o who is fighting talon soldiers, and when do find them, they end getting shot right front of them... But somehow ending surviving.

Hanzo

He keeps to the rooftops, far removedfrom the chaos in the streets. His sonic arrows show him a paththrough the worst of it and when he stumbles over his teammates,cornered and trying to find their way back to the point, he helps asbest he can. McCree waves a thanks at him when he shoots an attackerthat would have flanked him but Hanzo barely sees. He’s searching,wasting his sonic equipment to save those crucial few seconds. Theterrain is dominated by narrow alleys winding between high buildingsthat cast perpetual twilight on the streets below and carry echoesuntil their source is all but indeterminable. What he needs is visualconfirmation, that’s the only way he’s ever going to find you intime. The last thing he heard from you was your frantic request forbackup, the comm line breaking before you could pass on yourposition. He didn’t wait for Reinhardt’s permission to go lookfor you, knows there’s a lecture about teamwork in stock for him,but his team has things under control. You might still be in trouble.

Another arrow loosened and finally yoursilhouette appears before his eyes, unmistakably alive. Just a littlemore, around this chimney, he almost slips because he doesn’t lookwhere he’s going, keeps his eyes on you, fearing you mightdisappear. He spots the man taking aim behind you before you do. Andthough he shouts, screams in fact so loud his lungs feel likebursting, he’s too far away for you to hear. The gunshot overcaststhe sonic waves of his arrow, he’s blind to your fate, doesn’tknow if you’ve been hit, if you’re still alive.He trips overhis feet the last metres, falls down the roof, not bothering to catchhis fall, grabbing an arrow instead and ramming it into the enemy’shead, clean through his skull until the tip pierces his throat fromthe inside. He gurgles, falls over and Hanzo has to push his lifelessbody to prevent it from falling on you.

You’re unconscious, but your handsare covered in blood, you must have tried to still the bleeding,which means you were still alive when you fell. Hanzo sinks to hisknees at your side, searches for your pulse and doesn’t find it inhis panic. Nothing, except his own heart hammering in his throat. Hisvision swims, the spot where the bullet struck in almost the exactsame place where he impaled Genji nearly two decades ago, theblood-soaked fabric of your clothes clinging to your skin just as itdid back then. He thinks he can smell the dojo, the wood and fibre,the incense, as he presses down on the gaping wound, blood squelchingthrough his fingers. He’s doing it wrong, there’s more he oughtto do but he can’t remember, doesn’t know, because all he sees isyou and Genji, dying underneath his hands.

When his brother touches his shoulderhe nearly screams.

Hanzo has never liked Mercy but hewishes she were here now. Ana is doing her best to dress your woundsand assures everyone she can keep you alive, but she’s no doctor,has to rely on Jack’s biotic fields in addition to her ownequipment and it’s still only barely enough. Tracer flies the planeas fast and reckless as only she can, avoids other aircraft by divingdown until she almost hits the ocean surface or up in a straight lineuntil she disappears into the clouds. Hanzo’s thrown around in thesafety belts, his ears pop with every one of Tracer’s stunts but ifshe can get them home in time he’ll kiss the ground she walks on.

Angela and Lúcio wait in the OR,Fareeha waits outside, a little pale around the nose and looking likeshe’s drinking vinegar instead of orange juice. She was the onlyone available to donate blood on a short notice. Hanzo sits next toher, thanks her quietly - she shrugs him off, asks how he’s holdingup - and watches as Jack, sporting a few impressive injuries himself,argues with Winston to let him donate as well.

Surgery lasts six hours without a wordof relief. He supposes it’s good news, that you’re clinging tolife, that they’re making some progress, but with every passingminute the fist around his heart squeezes tighter.

Hana calls as soon as she hears andthough half a world away she offers to board the first flight toGibraltar and gives all the moral support she can. Hanzo listens withone ear, manages a weak smile when she makes a joke to cheer him up.You’ll be fine, she says, and that no one who dies with Overwatchstays dead for long.

Then, at last, Lúcio comes out ofsurgery. He smiles and Hanzo knows everything is going to be justfine.

Genji

He’s gotten distracted, has lethimself get distracted by the taunts of a few overpaid mooks.Charged off without listening to Jack’s barked orders to come back,figured if he took out those guys there’d be less for the team toface later on.

Now he’s paying the price becausethrough the comm chatter comes the warning that Talon is advancing ontheir position and he’s the only flanker and too far away to do anydamn good. He breaks into a run, shouts at his team to stay in cover,he’ll be there in time.

Almost he is.

The rear guard of Talon’s team neversee him coming before he cuts them down, but the front has alreadybroken Reinhardt’s defense and batter him with everything they’vegot. You break cover to come to his aid, to distract the enemy longenough for the rest to do their job and save Reinhardt. The gunfirehits you from three sides at once, you stumble, keep upright foranother volley to hit your chestplate and when you fall Genji catchesyou. He tries to, at least, but he’s reached his limit already, istoo exhausted to keep standing but clings to you nonetheless, talkingto you, begging you to stay with him.

Jack is shouting at him the whole wayback, stowing away in a hypertrain while a biotic fields keeps youjust barely alive. Genji doesn’t listen, knows he messed up andyou’re the one paying the price, fighting for every breath.

“Genji ... “ you say, halfway home,as you emerge from unconsciousness again. He hushes you, tells younot to waste your energy.

“Just need to tell you ... “ yousay, and it’s hard to speak, Genji remembers the feeling, dreams ofit still some nights. “Tell Angela I’m … ok with getting this…” you rap your knuckles against his artificial body. Heswallows, shakes his head.

“There is no need for that, she’ll…” he breaks off when you shake your head, wincing at the wave ofnausea. “‘S just … I can’t feel my legs.”

He watches them rebuild you, almost asextensively as they did him, through the window pane of the base’soperating theatre. It’s the only way, Angela said, and that youwould want to live. Genji hasn’t had the chance to tell her youanticipated this and gave your consent. In fact he’s barely spokenat all, spends half the time worrying about you, the other halfchasing away the memories of his first years in this body, when itwas still strange and alien and riddled with issues. Science hasadvanced since then, he was the experiment that will allow you tobarely notice a difference, and you’ll still be more human than heis. It’s not the same but in all the ways that matter, it is.

More than once it looks like evenAngela’s skill won’t be enough to save you, more than once Genjipresses his forehead against the glass, hears the metallic clink, andtries to remember what you looked like whole and healthy. But all hesees in front of his inner eye is you riddled with bullets, bloodeverywhere, falling like a puppet cut from its strings.

Zenyatta speaks to him in hushed tones,tries to prepare him for a future he never wanted to imagine, Jackcomes by and apologises for his harsh tones earlier and that nearlymakes him weep because it feels too much like consolations.

You still live and you will keep livingand if it’s by his fervent belief or divine intervention, you do.

Different, a little more than halfmachine, but alive and able as you’ve always been to wrap him inyour arms and assure him everything’s going to be alright.

Zarya

Russia was the last country to beliberated from the omnic threat during the first crisis, and thefirst country to fall victim to the second. Aleksandra was born intowar, has rebuilt her world from its ashes and now watches as itcrumbles once again. She’s never stopped for pity, never stoppeddoing the job that’s in front of her, but every now and then shewonders what might have been had you met under differentcircumstances. Not as leaders of your local militias, teaming up todrive the omnics from your doorstep.

The odds are against you, as theyalways are, the cost of winning high, but the price of losing toogreat to pay. Weary from weeks of fighting, resources stretched thinand with little hope of change, she pushes her people forwardnonetheless, reminding them every second they stand still could meanthe life of a comrade lost, a family of civilians dead, a townleveled. They move on and the resistance they meet is notinsurmountable, which tells her that you and your people are still ontheir feet, as well.

The task is to find each other, withoutelectronic help which the omnics would hijack, and with limited radiocontact. Your last update came through hours ago, before enemyaircraft blotted out the sky and disrupted communications. Ever sincethen it’s been a game of cat and mouse, hiding in the snow to maskthe heat signals, hoping that every millisecond of forewarning she’sgot, you’ve been awarded as well.

The fighter flies by, Aleksandra pushesout of the snow like a spring flower but only feeling half as jolly,because as she straightens up a massacre spreads out before her. Herpeople fall silent, not even their chattering teeth disturbing theeerie quiet of an abandoned battlefield. A Svyatogor unit lies inbroken, tattered remains a dozen steps away, surrounded by omniccarcasses and human remains. They bear the mark of an infantryregime, likely sent here to act as relief for the militia. She ordersher people to fan out and search for survivors.

They haven’t made two steps when youemerge from the hollow shell of the Svyatogor, waving to them quick.The soldiers are just happy to see a friendly face, run towards youand Aleksandra follows, makes sure no one is left behind in the cold.She climbs up the mechas leg and accepts your outstretched hand topull her up the last few inches. You look tired but largely unharmed,face showing up dirt caked when you pull off your hood to get abetter look at her. Your grip is comfortingly strong right up untilit isn’t.

An omnic unit, thought destroyed buthanging on to its last few processes, reacts to the heat signaturesuddenly emanating from your unprotected head and takes aim.

The bullets pierce the Svyatogor’smetal plating, pull up and shred your legs. Your hand goes limp butAleksandra is gripping twice as hard and catches your fall, clingingto the edge while your people fire at the omnic and pulverise it.You’re deadweight but even slipping and in the most unfortunateposition she manages to pull you up and into the sheltered inside ofthe mecha.

Neither of your units have the luxuryof a medic but everyone has received some training. It will have tosuffice, she won’t accept anything else and uses what littlemedical supplies she has left from her own pack, hoping desperatelythat more will arrive. You try to stop her, remind her to ration, butshe shamelessly takes advantage of your weakened state and ignoresyou.

In the low light of the glow sticks,the only thing illuminating this hollowed out metal corpse, yourinjuries look surreal, the glint of tweezers and needles remindingAleksandra oddly of Christmas lights. There’s no anesthetic, barelyenough painkillers to take care of a mild headache, much less majorbullet wounds. You grit your teeth, curl your hands into Aleksandra’sjacket when she holds you down, two others holding your leg still,while the third starts the arduous task of digging out the shrapnel.

You lose consciousness halfway throughand she is glad for it, knows your screams will haunt her nightmaresfor the rest of her life. None of the tools were sterile, infectionis likely and there’s nothing they have to prevent it. You may notbleed out but you’re still on death’s door. A reprieve is all youget but she has learned years ago that all of life is a reprieve andto take the moments where she can.

While her people settle down to watchout for enemies or sleep, she curls up by your side, unable to feelyour warmth through layers and layers of clothes and combat armor,but imagining she does anyway. You’ve both gone weeks without achance to wash, the clothes you wear now are the same you wore whenyou said goodbye and wished each other luck, but you’re still themost beautiful person she’s ever seen.

“Hey.” you say, waking from yourrestless slumber.

“Hello.” Aleksandra says back,softly enough that no one else in their camp hears. This is a privatemoment, a moment of exchanging glances and then the back of yourgloved hand brushing over her cheek.

“Fancy meeting you here.”Shelaughs, places her hand on yours, would risk frostbite just to feelyou skin to skin for maybe the last time. Your tone is light, but itis deliberate in a way that betrays the sorrow underneath. You’re afar way from home and you might well die before dawn tomorrow, evenif right now the wounds only throb, nothing you haven’t handledbefore. It won’t stay that way, you both know it, and know to bepowerless.

“I would not-” Aleksandra says,choking on the lump in her throat, the rest of her sentence drowningin the roaring of engines.

She sits up, demands a report from thewatch slipping in through the small opening. Noise cancels his firstattempt and he has to fight through the narrow place until he’sface to face with her before he can deliver the news.

“Korean planes. They’re sending introops, I don’t know wh-”But in this moment the omnic radiojammers go offline and deliver the message you and Aleksandra havebeen waiting for. In heavily accented Russian the Korean commandinforms you of their relief troops. You’re being evacuated. Broughthome.

Just in time.

#overwatch imagines #zarya #hanzo #genji #reader insert #Anonymous

[wildshadowtamer]

Web of Lies

Word Count:

Characters: 11,013

Words: 1,976

Sentences: 141

Characters:

Fire Chaser (Thomas), Silent Death (Tony), Mirror (Felix) and Missing (Kristin).

Warnings: Blood, Burn Victim

The two killers stood either side of the clearing, both very different from one another: The taller one, on the left, was wearing a black hoodie, sweatpants and had a skull-like mouth guard on. His hair was brown with grey showing on the upper tips, he had black eyes and was either very tired or very old; considering the bags under his eyes.

The shorter one, on the right, was wearing a white grim-reaper like outfit with a pitch-black mask with white glowing eyes. Messy golden hair covered half of his mask's left eye and a near-glowing white substance dripped from the mask's eyes slowly.

Both were covered in blood.

"So, who are you?" The Taller One asked, his voice slow and deep, he took a step forward and tilted his head slightly, gripping his weapon tightly. "Fire Chaser, sir." The presumably younger one answers quietly, his voice muffled and lower by the mask, he held out a white-gloved hand as an introduction, which the older shook gratefully

"Well, Fire Chaser," He began, putting his hand in his hoodie pocket "I'm Missing. I suppose your one of us?" He asked curiously, taking a step closer and letting his cold, black eyes stare into Fire's soul. The boy gulped nervously and nodded "Y-yup, I'm a c-creepypasta too, sir!" His muffled voice shook nervously, hiding his gloved hands behind his back, his scythe falling to the ground silently onto the grass.

It was nearly too dark to see any of Missing's appearance, even the blood on his clothes was darkened further by the shadowy material it splattered on. Fire's outfit was nearly shining in the dark of night, giving off a strangely calming but terrifying aura. Well, terrifying for anyone but a creepypasta.

[Fire Chaser's POV] "Ah," Missing comments "Well, Fire, How about we stay at your house and talk? I'm sure you're getting tired of wearing that mask." He suggested simply, I felt threatened by this stranger but... I feel like I need to respect him. "A-alright sir" I addressed him formerly since I felt like I was going to get killed for a second time if I didn't.

I turned around and gestured for him to follow me, back to the once-abandoned old two-story house me and my small family have been dwelling in for a while now. I had to admit, the mask was getting annoying, but at least he couldn't see my terrified expression...or anything at all, I think. "Uh, Here" I gesture to the house after 20 minutes of carefully navigated walking "Welcome to my house, make yourself at home," I told the pasta as I unlocked the door and let him in, he strolled in like he owned the place with his hands in his hoodie pocket. Weird guy.

"Babe, your home!" I hear a voice chime from the kitchen, Missing glanced at me for a moment and muttered: "You didn't mention you were taken." My lover, Tony, walked out of the kitchen happily and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Missing "...who is this?" His voice dropped to a cold tone, thankfully his mask was on so Missing couldn't see the look of pure judgement I was sure was in his eyes.

[Missing's POV] Oh? He's married now, is he? Interesting. "I'm Missing, a new friend of your..." I stop, holding out my hand "Mate." I address Fire, shooting him a glance. The stranger cautiously takes my hand, and I stay polite, due to the nearly overwhelming fear and judgement, I felt rolling off the two. This one was wearing a mask like Fire's but the opposite colouring: A White mask with dripping black eyes. In fact, his entire outfit was a parallel opposite to his lover's. Copper hair draped over one masked eye like Fire's, I started to notice a trend in this.

"Well, then...Missing, why are you at our home? More importantly, why are you with my hu- love?" He asked in a sour tone, clearly thinking something was going on, Fire audibly realises what his lover thinks is going on and attempts to explain. "No no no! It's nothing like that, I met him out in the forest, he told me to bring him back here so we can talk without our guards up and masks on." Fire explains frantically, I'm nodding to every word, the masked lover sighs and shrugs "Alright then, I just hope you don't mind ferrets." He commented, gesturing to the squeaking noises coming from upstairs.

"Ah, pet owners too? I have some ducks, mostly for the eggs but they do make good companions." I mention absentmindedly, I notice Fire visibly flinched once I brought up a duck "Uhh yeah I have a fear of them" The boy mumbled under his breath, and I pause "Oh, sorry, I didn't know. I apologise" "Aw, it's alright, at least you didn't make fun of them." The mate put an arm around the rather uncomfortable looking Fire. "...Them?" I ask, curious "Oh, it's their pronouns" The man explains simply- shoot, I misgendered him, I'm an idiot.

"...oh" I meekly mumble, feeling my cheeks go red with embarrassment, He laughed and let his lover lean into him "No, it's fine, honestly! It's confusing, especially with the masks. We get it all the time, your not the first!" That didn't help me feel any better about it.

------------------- [Tony's POV] Aww, the poor guy felt bad about it. I gesture for him to sit down on the couch as I escort Thomas, My lover, to the one opposite. "Well, guess we should take our masks off for a start," I suggest, running my fingers through their hair absentmindedly. "Oh- right." The man nods and pulls down his mouth guard to show his face: he looked significantly older than us since we're both in our early to mid-'30s.

"How old-" He cut me off "44." he states bluntly, Thomas looked up in surprised you look 60!" They exclaim out much thought, Missing snickered and nodded. Thomas quickly removed their own mask, revealing their slightly burned up face, golden hair flowing one way as they got a buzz cut on the other side a few months ago. Their left eye was paler than the right, and red burn marks surrounded the pale eye painfully. Despite their looks, I still love him. "Huh, you look older than I thought" Missing commented flatly, not even showing any shock from the burns, "Thought you were a teen, early 20's at most." He continues, Thomas shrugs "Nope, 34, sir." They explain, letting me stroke their soft golden hair. "Well, guess it's my turn" I mention cheerfully, removing my mask to show my pale, blue-eyed face. My Copper hair was a stark difference from my lover's bright golden blonde locks.

"Well, you two certainly match!" Missing joked, gesturing to our matching side-shaved hair "Guess we do s-" I was cut off by the loud, drawn-out whine of: "MOMMY!" "...you have a kid?" Missing asked, now curious "Uh yeah, give me a second, I'll go grab him" I nod and rush upstairs to grab our son ----------------------- [Thomas's POV] I snicker and rub the back of my neck awkwardly "Oops, forgot about him" I joke, Missing raises an eyebrow "Oh- right, our son's name is Felix, he's only 4, but we're hoping to train him into being a creepypasta when he's older." I explain, taking a deep breath when Tony comes back down, holding Felix in his arms.

"H-Hi" Felix mumbled, wiping tears from his eyes "He was missing me, sorry about that" Tony explained, sitting down next to me with him "Little baby boy, aren't you?" He cooed, rocking him a bit "Nice to see Creepypasta's happy, you know?" Missing smiles and ruffles Felix's hair, we both nod and continue talking.

After a few hours... It's been about 2 hours, and it's getting pretty late, Felix fell asleep half an hour ago "Well," I yawn, covering my mouth with one hand "We should probably get to sleep, do you want to stay?" I suggest to Missing, who nods and stands up "Alright then."

"Great, the guest room is just" Tony explains to Missing, I sort of drown it out and try to focus on not passing out "Right, thank you." Missing smiles, heading upstairs but stopping halfway to glance over his shoulder "By the way, I'm Kristin." and runs upstairs "...Oh." Tony shrugs "Well, At least he trusts us" he mentions, dragging me up to our room to sleep.

We got our usual Pj's on, and I stroked his prosthetic leg subconsciously as we laid down, until he turned and cuddled into me, since he's taller. soon, everything went dark, and we fell asleep comfortably -------------- [Missing's POV] "DAMN IT-" I slam my hand on the dresser loudly, feeling worry and fear go through me, I had checked the clock and realised it was 9am and I should have been home by now! "Woah, hey, what's-" Fire rushes in, clearly worried "I'm gonna get caught!" I exclaim angrily, pacing back and forth "Wh-" He tries to speak "Look, I'm a secret creepypasta, ok? I have a wife and kids who have no idea about it, and I'm usually back by 5 or 6 in the morning so they don't get suspicious, but I can't sneak back in now! Look! I'm still in my Creepypasta clothes!" I explain hurridly, gesturing angrily to my clothes, which were covered head to toe in blood.

"Well, just explain that you were round a friend's house and forgot to tell her, There's some spare clothes I can give you." Fire stops my pacing and holds me by my shoulders "I got you, I get it." He tells me reassuringly, I take some deep breaths and nod "Yeah, okay...that's fine." I sigh, he goes off to grab some clothes, and I take the bloody ones off, looking down at my somewhat scarred and stitched up body.

"Here" He passes the clothes through the door, which I gladly accept and put on: a red jumper with black dress pants and shoes. "Nice fashion sense" I comment, actually rather liking it "She won't suspect a thing." I hope, sighing and leaving the bloody folded up clothes on the dresser.

"Now, we'll wash your clothes, and you can come grab them later, but for now you should hurry home, she's probably worried sick." Fire reassures me once more, I nod and hurry out the door, knowing my way through the dark forest even in the daylight. ----------------- Once I got home: "Kristin! Where have you been!? I've been worried, sick!" Abigail, my wife, exclaims upon seeing me come back "Sorry Hunny, I went to a friend's house and lost track of time so I stayed at their place. I should have messaged you, I'm sorry" I explain and apologise, kissing her for a moment "At least you're okay..." She mumbled, stroking my soft hair momentarily "How're the kids?" I ask, holding her close to my chest "Good, their at school so, I'll pick them up at 3." She explains, putting her head in the space between my neck and shoulder. "And how's this one?" I ask, putting a hand on her stomach, smiling weakly, she sighs "Alright, the little one wouldn't stop kicking though, I think she missed daddy." She laughs tiredly, I sigh and mumble into her ear:

"Go rest, hun. You need it, I'll call work, I'm sure they'll let me have a day off." I tell her, already directing her to the stairs, she mumbles something incoherent before nodding "Mmm...alright, just promise you'll pick the kids up at 3?" She asks, opening the bedroom door, I nod and kiss her "I promise." I lay her down, and she falls asleep nearly instantly.

Needless to say, that was an interesting day.

#creepypasta oc #OCs #OC Story #OC Writing #Writing #My characters #MY OCs #my writing #Fire Chaser #Missing #Silent Death #Mirror