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cowboymantis · 2 months

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I am having so so so many feelings about Infinite Wealth and I've just been spamming my friend with essays about my overanalyzing brain that obsesses over every single detail in media I am obsessed with,, BUT THIS GAME IS JUST SO FULL OF OPPORTUNITIES FOR IT AAAAA!!!

I just wanna note some longer thoughts down, because I need somewhere to collect some of them,,,,

So yeah, uh, obviously:

LIKE A DRAGON INFINITE WEALTH SPOILERS

(any Yakuza game really, but this is the most recent one, so more likely that people haven't played that yet)

Number 1:

So first of all, Kiryu's parts are, because of the bucket list stuff, very focused on the past. He's trying to tie up loose ends, in his own way and how much he is actually able to do with the Daidoji restrictions.

So I think it was really fitting that he was the one fighting Ebina. In a way it felt like him fighting his past and trying to turn it around.

Now what do I mean by that? Let's start from an earlier point.

Basically, the game is a bit like a mirror to Kiwami in some ways.

Lani is like Haruka, hunted down by several groups of people and they even talk about this similarity being Kiryu's leading factor of motivation in helping her. I mean, there's also different mafias and a whole government conspiracy. But I mean, nothing new in a Yakuza game, but just one more thing added on top of it all.

Where it really starts to show and made me think "Ohhh...wait a second" is when Ebina held his speech about his past. Ebina and Ichiban, even though they didn't grow up together like them, are so similar to Kiryu and Nishiki. One being the Yakuza boss Arakawa's "favourite child", who also idolizes him, and the other one grows to hate him.

And I think this is also the moment where Kiryu realizes "Oh no...history is repeating itself again, isn't it..."

So at the end of the fight, when he actually breaks out in tears and begs for no one to die, it feels like all those deaths he couldn't prevent over all those years, good or bad people, just make him completely break down and he just wants this endless cycle to finally end.

Before the game came out, RGG and actors, in some occasions pointed out how this was a happier game. It makes you feel like looking up instead of being sad.

And while I was playing, I often just felt "Bruh, they lied to us. This game is so sad???", but after I then finished the game, I just sat there and felt such a big relief, the ending just was honestly perfect (well, I mean the cliff hanger was awful jddhd). But then later, it also made me think yeah, this is kind of like a positive version of Kiwami, isn't it? It just feels like it's in a way Kiryu's tying up loose ends with Kiwami's happenings. Fighting his past, finally getting over it in a way.

I thought more about this when I listened to Ebinas boss theme again, because one part has those bells(?) And they sound so much like in For Whose Sake. And then I thought back to the ending more and realized that the whole buildup of it was so much like Kiwami too!

In the finale, first you fight [Villain], who is also the main culprit behind a big government conspiracy. He has helpers with him, and attacks with a gun/guns.

At first you only fight the helpers, then him together with those helpers.

The music is intense and dreadful, everything feels really epic.

Then, after that fight, it goes to the REAL final boss fight. Inside a room, high up on the Millennium Tower, you fight him. Both Nishiki and Ebina are so similar already in their own ways. And the fight is more personal, with emotion behind it. Just that it ends with Nishiki killing himself, but Ebina, while he basically begs for Kiryu to kill him, survives.

The music during the fight has it's ups and downs (intensity-wise) and manages to feel both melancholic and relaxing, as much as they hype you up.

So yeah, it's all such a direct mirror up to the point how it ends. And Kiryu was trying his hardest to prevent things from happening again.

There are often similar themes and plots throughout Yakuza, makes sense, such a long running series, but I think in this particular case it's just so very fitting and it's just SO similar and fits the reflection and fix-it theme of Kiryu's part of the story so well. Especially with how Kiryu's tragic story all started with Yakuza 1 (going by release), still haunting him through every game with constant flashbacks, and now it ends with a story so similar.

Or well, let's hope so, I just want Kiryu to finally rest bruh 😭😭

Number 2:

"Rupture". The name of Hanawa's theme in Gaiden.

Just blatantly taking dictionary definitions here, but there are two ways the word "Rupture" works:

1) (especially of a pipe or container, or bodily part such as an organ or membrane) break or burst suddenly.

"If the main artery ruptures, he could die"

2) breach or disturb (a harmonious feeling or situation).

"Once trust and confidence have been ruptured, it can be difficult to regain"

Keeping that in mind, moving on.

Maybe listen to Hanawa's battle theme for this one, to really visualize it.

Now, whenever I put on the good ol' Gaiden All Boss Battle Themes video, whenever Hanawa's theme came on, I thought wow, this song is really completely different, huh.

But the nature of the song felt quite fitting for a character like Hanawa.

It starts of dark, mysterious, there's a sadness to it. Just like Kiryu now, he has been a man who once "died" and has since then been forced to live in the shadows, his every move being controlled by others. He's like a bird trapped inside a cage.

Then, the song picks up, becomes more intense.

Hanawa's internal struggle and his fight with Kiryu.

When you fight him, the whole scene around it honestly, is like the bird trying to escape this cage. And while nothing that happened was really "real", as in, no fatalaties would've happened because it was all a test, it did feel real for Hanawa and Kiryu. Now looking at the second definition for rupture, it's just like here, on a way more emotional level. And all so sudden. And this is the beginning of him being more and more risky when it comes to the Daidoji, and he keeps on helping Kiryu more than he should, its like his rebellion.

In Infinite Wealth, during the raid on the safe house, it was also all so sudden. It all happened so fast.

The music is picking up. It's nearing the end of the song, and everything becomes so loud and overwhelming - Hanawa suddenly gets shot and dies - then immediately after the wild and short final buildup, silence again. It's a slow, quiet somber tune, like at the beginning of the song, but now fading out... And Hanawa is declared dead.

The sudden rupture lead to immediate casualty, physical this time.

I'm sorry, I DON'T KNOW WHY I MAKE MYSELF SO MUCH SADDER OVER THIS SCENE. But come on, it's just... so perfect, right? 😭😭😭😭

I miss Hanawa so much man. I was really pissed that this is the way they let him go, but just now, after listening to his theme again for the first time since I even started Infinite Wealth, it felt like it just all made sense now. It just clicked. His theme is like a visualisation of his whole story throughout the games.

And it's honestly, sadly perfect. The composers for the Yakuza games are honestly such geniuses. Bringing out some of the best songs ever constantly and making them just feel so fitting for everything.

But yeah. Regardless of if this was meant to be interpreted similiary or not, it just kind of adds to it all for me personally. Especially since you could now maybe see his theme in Gaiden as a bit of secret foreshadowing?

I'd like to see it that way. And maybe, seeing a bit more importance in it all is what helps me to cope with his godawful death scene, RGG what were you thinking man 🥲🥲🥲

Number 3:

Eiji.

Oh boy. Uh, I don't really know yet what the general opinion on this pathetic wet cat (affectionate) is, but I really loved this character. In both a "you're such a damn loser" and "my poor little meow meow :(" way :'D

But most importantly, what I wanna focus on to follow the (over)analyzing theme: Eiji is like a mirror of Masato.

Now, Kiryu has his Kiwami mirror in his finale and Ichiban also has one. But I think this one is way more obvious and also very ironic.

Eiji starts off with trying to earn Ichibans trust and well- it immediately works, of course, it's Ichiban! But the tactic he uses for it, faking being disabled and needing a wheelchair. It was the perfect way to make Ichiban pay attention to him first, because it would remind him of Masato. I think Ichiban immediately just started to get attached to Eiji, and now I'm thinking that Eiji was probably a bit conflicted before he turned his back on him. But his deep rooted hatred was too strong for one nice interaction with a Yakuza, something he demonized, to stop him.

I think it was kind of funny how he was basically like "You're so evil, you Yakuza will NEVER be good people!!! See how good I am while I throw down this child tied to a wheelchair, down those stairs while holding a bomb!!! That'll sure show you evil Yakuza!!!"

Ah. He's so stupid 😭

And yet, whatever happened, Ichiban just constantly called him "Ei-chan", like he's still his bestie and everything is fine. Constantly protesting against it, Eiji probably felt more and more conflicted, because Ichiban is just such a big (and naive) sweetheart. (((Side note: What's not to love about him fr 😭😭)))

So by the finale, and after Eiji had time to say how much he HATED the Yakuza and also, y'know. The whole Bleach Japan thing. Kinda like someone else, hm? Someone else Ichiban constantly insisted on treating like a friend.

But Ichiban convinced him to just turn himself him, turn his life around. Just like he eventually managed to convinced Masato through blood and tears.

And the ending scene is literally an exact mirror to Yakuza 7. Ichiban carrying someone away...

Just in Yakuza 7, it is Masato, dying in his arms, and in Infinite Wealth, it is Eiji, and he's trying his hardest so he will get out of this completely unharmed, throwing himself in front of every danger facing them, getting beat up until he passes out by the end.

You could say this too, is like a good version of another game's ending, with a character mirroring a brother-like person to the main character.

Quite ironic how Eiji started off "imitating" Masato, only to end up like him. Just that one died and one lived.

And just like Kiryu did with Ebina, Ichiban tried his hardest to stop history from repeating itself. Stop more people dying again and again.

The logo having an Infinity symbol seems oddly fitting now, you could say each circle of the symbol is Kiryu and Ichiban, and their stories are intervined in certain ways. Just that their stopped the "infinite" circle from repeating once again.

Or...something like that. I'm trying to sound smart at 5 am, I need sleep I think 😭

#yakuza #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #lad #infinite wealth #like a dragon infinite wealth #lad infinite wealth #IM OVERANALYZING AND RAMBLING GAHHHH IM EMOTIONAL OVER THIS GAME

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adoresbutlers · 1 year

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HANDS ALL OVER.

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prompt : Elvis can’t keep his hands off of you during a celebratory party and you want to teach him a lesson back at Graceland.

warnings : (M) smut. sub!elvis. austin!elvis. dom!reader. fem!reader. tying up, power dynamics, slight bdsm, slapping, usage of mommy / momma / ma’am, orgasm denial, m!oral, you don’t let Elvis touch you like he wants, all that filthy goodness. a lil act of edging to my babies, sorry for the cliff hanger.. maybe <3

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Elvis had only been able to get a few minutes into a family dinner party before his hands found themselves running along your bare skin, letting himself ravage what he had - who he had. You, however, hadn’t been having any of it. You had previously spent hours upon too many hours convincing your family that Elvis had been the one - especially your father who’s eyes took every moment to bore into your boyfriend’s skin. They knew about him - how couldn’t they when he seemed to have turned into such a superstar overnight. To which they all used to judge the poor boy, questioning how such a boy could be interested in only you. It had took actually this morning to finally break the fourth wall and they agreed to invite him to dinner - if he ‘behaved’, all the words said by your father. Elvis knew this, he just didn’t seem to care.

His spot remained next to your side at the table directly across from your parents, yet only looking at them and the risk of getting caught of course only egged his actions on. He almost let a gasp slip as his hands stopped in his tracks as it made its way up your inner thigh only to feel mesh lace underneath. It was his favorite - you knew that, he knew you knew that. You only responded by tapping onto his foot instead of kicking him right on like you ever so wanted to do. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to make out what was even the topic at hand just to use the time where eyes weren’t on you to lean in, breath ghosting against his ear. You let out a sigh against his skin, tapping the tips of his thighs with your thumb. “Be a good boy and wait.” You whispered against his skin, pinching his thigh just before he could protest.

But, typical Elvis, only took that as a challenge. He waited, and waited with every tick of the clock for you to engage yourself back into the conversation at hand to slip his hands smugly up your thigh once more. You only cleared your throat, tapping against his foot. This time, he refused to budge, his fingers dancing along your panty line, slipping the material to the side and greedily dipped himself inside. It was now your turn to gasp, excusing yourself for butting into the conversation - side eyeing your boyfriend the whole time. The boyfriend who had the dumbest smirk on his face. You slapped his hand away, pulling his bicep away from you and scooted your chair out with your feet.

You shuffled a slow sigh, recomposing yourself before speaking only to your parents, putting on a fake smile with your hand flattened on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “Mama, I think we’re gonna go a lil early. Elvis..” Your foot reached down to kick at his ankle, prompting him to listen to the gesture and stand up, his hand slipping into yours. “Doesn’t feel well.” You gritted through your teeth, leaving no room for a response instead just dragged him out of your family home by your intertwined fingers.

The ride home was silent, you prompted Elvis to not look your direction, only the road. He knew he pushed you more than he should’ve - even if what he did was minor when you consider what he actually wanted. Your mind wasn’t the clearest, only filled with the unholiest of thoughts mixed in with pure anger. It was a dinner to celebrate your father’s recent promotion; he knew how much it meant for your close-knit family. He never seemed to care - only about his needs. Well, at least that’s how your mind could wrap around in such a moment.

As soon as you pulled the car in the long driveway, you snaked a tight grip around Elvis’ wrist not paying any mind to the small whimper that rang from his lips behind you as you dragged him all throughout the house. You finally reached your shared room and since you practically lived with him now, you felt all the more comfortable slamming the door behind your boyfriend.

“What the fuck was that, E?” You furrowed your brows, voice slightly above its normal tone only to be met with a softened face. His blue eyes sparkled in the light, almost as if he knew his fate ahead wasn’t what he had been expecting in the slightest. His bottom lip had been dragged out as far as the flesh could go, orbs finally connected to your blown out ones. He parted his lips to utter an answer but froze when you brought your hand up.

You brought a hand up to rub at your temple, shaking your head as you tried to calm yourself to the best of your abilities. “Strip, E. You want to act like a foolish slut? I’m treating you like one.”

Elvis’ eyes widened. “Y-Y.. Yes, momma. I’m sorry.” With a mutter, he started to follow your command without question, loose material falling in a neat pile on the floor - a small approving hum escaped your lips at the sight. “Look whose finally being good.” You tsked. “Fucking joke.” You finished your scoff, a smirk curling onto the corner of your lips as your eyes danced along a pile of red silk ribbons on the nightstand.

“Bed.” You snapped your fingers near his direction, watching as he frantically scruffled his way to doing so, your hands grabbing the silk ribbon before he could catch even a glimpse of what’s to come. “Hands above your head, baby.” You purred, tying a tight loop around his wrists just to pin them to the headboard above his head, doing the same for each of his ankles, forcing his legs wide open where you wanted him.

You could only hum softly again - running your finger slowly down his abdomen and neared his v-line, watching him squirm under your touch. “Y’know I’m always so eager to make my baby feel good..” Your voice trailed like honey to his ears, his orbs peering into your own as he waited impatiently for you to continue your sentence, only wishing it looked up from there. It wasn’t. “But after that stunt you just pulled?” Your finger traced his leaking tip that only stood the more you spoke, catching the liquid on your finger as you moved to outline his inner thighs. “Good boys don’t do that, do they?” You cocked a brow peering into his crystals.

He shook his head in response, needy hips bucking into your every touch to get the friction he desired and the kind he still thought he deserved. Your hand roughly squeezed his inner thigh, only letting out a scoff in disapproval as your hand gripped the base of his already swollen cock. “I said.. Do they?” Your voice rose up, peering into his eyes with a tone that he had no choice but to shy away from, his eyes adverting to any part of the room but you.

You let out a drawn sigh from your lips, tsking at his silenced actions, eyebrows furrowing in faux disappointment. “Fine.. we’ll take the plan I was originally going with, baby.” You bent down to whisper near his ear, voice laced with venom. You purred near him as he did nothing but continue to squirm under your hand, your free hand not letting him have so much free room, pinning him to the silked sheets. You moved to slowly pump his cock, swallowing his pretty whines from beneath you before dipping your knees so you were sitting in between his opened legs, nudging his thighs further for more access.

You placed a hand on either side of his thighs, eyes connecting with his as your tongue darted from your lips, licking up the slit of his tip. “Momma..” Elvis gasped from above you, wrists practically red with the amount of times he tried his hardest to break free. He needed so bad to let his fingers get lost into every strand of your hair, to push fallen ones from your face so he could catch much more of a view.

You hummed against his tip in response before wrapping your lips around the tip, eyelashes fluttering up at your beautiful baby as you widened your cheeks to take him fully as upon countless times before. Another gasp slipped from his plump lips at the way you took him all in with ease, hallowing out your cheeks to only tighten the friction around him. Your hand started to trace small calm circles into the soft flesh of his thighs as you started to move slowly up and down his length only to be met with bucked up hips as soon as you gave him the freedom to. You allowed it this time, your attention only focused on making him feel good. You knew you had been neglecting the poor boy with the amount of hours work had taken you from him, but the idea of his stunt still managed to linger in your mind. You wanted to give him what he wanted, you did. But that would’ve been too easy.

“Momma.. I’ll be good.. please..” He sighed out, pleading against his restraints. “Wan’ feel you, momma, please.” He continued, your eyes beginning to softening only for them to remain back to their state. You let his cock slip out of your mouth, spitting directly onto his tip and smeared it around his sensitive area. “You gonna be my good little slut?” You smirked from above, hands sliding up and down the sides of his body, feeling every last shivered bump against his skin. His hair sprawled out against the pillow as his head bobbed up and down, his mouth parted to speak.

“Only for you. Please-“ You stood up before he could continue, his attention darting onto your finger. The straps of your dress had fallen down due to your leaning posture, revealing extra skin that let his mind go crazy in itself with the sight. “If my baby can watch momma change without making a sound, I’ll give him what he wants.” You chuckled from your spot, waiting for a head nod of approval before unzipping your dress agonizingly slow, keeping your eyes on him as the material fell and bunched off your body, stepping out of the pile. You unclapsed your bra, letting it fall right below you. His mouth only hung open, ravishing in your form as if you had been his goddess he’s waited for his whole life - as if this had been the first time he was graced with your presence.

Your smirk only grew at the direction of your boy, impressed by his restraint, he normally would’ve been a whining mess by now, rambling about all the things he could imagine that he desired. “What a good boy..” You purred slowly, making your way over to his spot before reaching up to untie the ribbon that dawned his wrists, letting the restraints on his ankles follow. Without notice you swung your legs over his lap, straddling his figure, ghosting your entrance over his cock. Your arms reached up to slide down his toned chest, feeling every muscle under your fingertips before lowering yourself down onto him. You shifted in a moan, his newly free hands immediately flying up to grab onto your boobs, his lips wrapping around your nubs as he started to suckle as if his life depended on this moment.

“Good boy.. you feel so good, baby.” Your praises rang lowly in his ear, his hips intently bucking up to fuck into your heat. With that, you started to move your own hips up and down his length, earning hummed mewls from below as his lips stayed attached to your nipples. Your hands twisted into his raven hair, using the strands as leverage to thrust yourself faster, letting soft moans slip past your lips. He started to rut up into your body, hips meeting rushed contact with yours as you both began to fall apart around each other.

Sinful sounds of your juices meeting his after every thrust started to fill the decorated room, the matched thrusts doing nothing when it came to helping you stay your calmest form. His lips released your throbbed nipples, a chorus of whimpers spilling from his parted mouth. “Y-You’re so ti-tight, momma.. Can’t last any longer..” He whined softly, your fingers twisting tighter into his hair the moment that your walls had started to gain a squeezing grip as soon as they tightened. Your hips slowed their movements until you reached a halt, gaining the sight of wide puppy-like eyes staring up at you with a plumped lip to match. You pulled his cock out of your heat, humming lowly as your legs swung off of his lap to crawl beside him mere moments later.

“Only good boys get to cum, baby. Maybe, you’ll think about that next time, Hmm?” You cooed, lips tightening into a smirk as all the poor boy could do was whimper at your words. He huffed out a breath after a couple long minutes, nodding up in your direction as his arms wrapped around your waist, desperately pulling you in closer to feel your bare body against his once more.

“Yes momma..” He huffed, his voice soft and barely above a whisper. You hated doing this to your baby, you really did, but his reactions only managed to feed into your actions more than he would like. Anything to see how much you do to him - that effect had always been your high and forever it would remain.

Oh well, right, there was always tomorrow.

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tag list : special tag goes to @pearlparty @eliseinmemphis and @butlersxbirdy for the sub content <33 kisses to all ! hope you liked the read 🧡🖤 happy Halloween

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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I'm Gonna be a Hero ❤️‍🩹💜

Words: 2350

Fandom: MHA

Characters: Lee!Shinsou Ler!Aizawa

Summary: Shinsou is trying to learn a new trick but can't seen to perfect it, and needs some motivation from his sensi.

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"ARgH sHIT!"

Shinsou fell down yet again and landed in a huff on the grass below. Aizawa stood to the side, hair up as he leaned against a tree, fiddling with his own scarf in his fingers.

He had been training the younger to use a scarf, much like his own. Hoping it would help him get better and become a hero, much like Aizawa had hoped for as a kid his own age.

Shinsou had improved a lot since they'd started, and there were plans to move him to the hero course, though this didn't mean he would get a break from his training, having to practice daily.

For the past few days he'd been trying to perfect this one trick where he could swing through the trees, though he kept failing and would eventually plumt to the ground again after the first few swings.

He was better than he first started, sure, but he was just getting frustrated at this point. Laying on the grass from his most recent failure and looking up to see the scarf dangling a few inches from his face, attached to the tree still.

He grunted as he put a hand up, gripping it and pulling himself up- only for the scarf to be attached to a thin branch and snap, sending him back to the floor and his scarf falling over his face.

Aizawa looked over, seeing the events of what was happening. Watching as the student fell again and the scarf piling up over his face.

The boy decided them and there to just give up and decided he'd lay on the floor for eternity, in the blindness of his scarf.

"You need to keep trying, otherwise you'll keep falling" Aizawa mentioned from the sidelines. Shinsou didn't move, just put a thumbs up over to his mentor.

"Yep, that's the idea." He grunted, laying there for another few minutes before Aizawa realised he wouldn't be getting back up.

In all honestly, the kid had been training almost non stop throughout the weekend and before and after school through out the week trying to perfect this single move. So Aizawa believed he needed a well deserved break.

But he also knew that Shinsou was so close to perfecting the move, and needed the last bit of motivation to do so. So Aizawa decided, since nobody was around, he would try a little game with the purple mind controlling kid.

"Alright" Aizawa pushed himself off the tree and stood up properly, tying his scarf around his neck as he usually would the weapon against villians.

Shinsou still laid there in defeat, but moved the scarf slightly, lifing a little bit up so he could peak through and see the eraser hero.

"You're almost there. You just need a little bit of motivation. So we're going to play a game" his explained, walking over a little, and his voice as monotone as ever.

Shinsou gave a look of confusion and agreement to play.

"You have 10 seconds to escape. I will be a villian. If you make it to the school gates before I catch you, you win. If I catch you-" he grinned a little, ending his sentence of a cliff hanger.

Shinsou sat up, the scarf falling down off his face and into his lap, he looked down to where the school gates were, a good distance away to practice swinging. And he wasn't sure what would happen if he was caught.

He looked back to his teacher who was stood up straight, looking down at the child from a couple meters away.

"What happens if I'm caught?" He asked, curious with still a monotone voice, much like his mentor.

Eraserhead smirked a little, making the kid uneasy as the teacher never smiled.

"Alright, sure" he said, standing up and smiling a little at the motivation. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and stood tall, ready to play.

The two looked at one another, "ten."

Shinsou span around and was off. He latched onto one of the trees and began to swing beneath them at a steady speed yet as fast as he could.

For his trick to work he needed to go over the threes and launch himself across at least five and stick the landing if he wanted it to succeed. He'd done it a couple times, but could never stick the landing or go across more than 3- ending up halfway through the third.

He kept his vision on his target, the entrance. They were perhaps a mile or so away so he should be able to make it, along with a couple of his tricks along the way. Though he had to land them or it counted for nothing. Aizawa was kind enough to do this for him, help him train and motivate him even when he has his own things to do.

Shinsou saw a thick enough three and quickly dripped himself from his shining, running and latching onto a branch before launching himself upwards above the trees and throwing himself across 3-4 of them before landing in the tree, his scarf latched onto a branch but not having a safe enough landing where he could perpell himself back upwards.. instead falling through the three and dropping himself to the floor.

He swore under his breath as he looked back, Aizawa was no where in sight and could be in any direction coming at him from anywhere. He jumped up and tried to grab the scarf, but it was stuck around one of the branches.

"Shit." Shinsou quickly looked arohnd to see if he could spot his mentor and the villian chasing him but couldn't. So he grabbed onto a branch and tried crawling up the three to his scarf. He balanced himself on the branch it was connected too, luckily strong enough to hold his body weight.

Shinsou tried to untangle it and had realised he'd knotted it in a way he hadn't realised he'd been doing this whole time, quickly fixing his mistake before bring tackled to the ground rather quickly as the scarf fell to the floor.

The boy grunted as he hit the floor, though of course his mentor had tried to keep it both safe and realistic.

The eraser hero had wrapped his own scarf around the training hero's shoulders and arms, latching them together while pinning his knees under his own. Pinned to the ground with dirt in his hair, Shinsou grunted in defeat. Though it wasn't over yet.

"You did well, you travelled over 4 trees that time, but you need to stick your landing better so you can continue moving without hassle." Aizawa commented, giving constructive criticism while pinning the kid down.

"Yeah..." The kid sounded rather disappointed in himself while trying to sound monotone, though his emotions slipping through slightly. Though Aizawa had already planned out how the game would work, and his frown would soon be turned upside down.

"Now you've been captured due to your mistakes, and Villians won't be kind to you" Aizawa mentioned, signalling to Shinsou that the game wasn't over yet.

"This game doesn't end until you make it to the gate or I've had enough, Villians won't give you a break, and neither will I"

"Huh- whahat-" Shinsou began chuckling while Aizawa began to dribbling his fingers along the boys sides between them and his arms. He began to wriggle a little and tilt his head up as he laughed beneath him.

"You're ticklish, hopefully thus will motivate you to escape"

"Whahait- Aiz-hahawa Sensi- heEy!" Aizawa then drilled into the boys stummocj, squeezing it rapidly making him jump while he was trapped. If Aizawa hadn't been sat up straight, the two would have head bumped due to the suddent jolts from the purple hair boy.

"Hehehey! WhAhaiT a mihi- aha- stOhOp!" Shinsou couldn't hold back his laughter as he shook his head and struggled beneath the villians hold.

"Not until you escape or I'm bored, and I'm far from bored Shinsou" Aizawa teased, his voice still very monotone while a grin appeared on his face, followed by a yawn showing he could do this all day if he wanted.

"IhiHi cAhaAnt tAhaAke thHaAt!- AH-" Shinsou looked terrified though had a wide grin on his face, trying to bite back the laughter but bursting out louder when a new spot was targeted around his neck which made him burst out into giggles.

"A hero doesn't take it, they fight back and do what they can. That's what makes a hero a hero, and not a ticklish little boy" Aizawa teased whilst lecturing. Knowing that the boy couldn't stand the tiny tickles on his neck as they sent him into fit's of giggles. He'd seen a class mate do it to him before and had tried it out one time, only to be swatted away followed by many apologies.

"So, will you just take this? Or will you escape?" Aizawa them gripped the boys hips and began squeezing them rapidly, sending the mind hero into hysterical as he jumped around beneath him, laughing loud enough from birds to fly away.

He didn't know what to say and could barely think, just laughing hysterically and knowing he had to get out of this situation because he already knew how evil Aizawa could be when he wanted. He'd once walked in on Aizawa and Mic, and the poor blonde was red in the face and practically a ghost with a smile on his face, forced to stand up wish Aizawa's fingers at his side.

He threw his head around as his hips were attacked. Though something caught his eye. His scarf. It was below the tree only a couple meters away. If he could escape, he could perpel himself further than he had before and hopefully stick the landing this time, having finally realised that he'd been doing his landing clutch wrong this whole time.

His brain was slowly surcoming to mush as he wriggled around, he had to do something quickly or he wouldn't be able to talk to have enough strength to escape at all. Then who knows what could happen. Aizawa wasn't known for having any kinds of soft spots. He would do to him just as he did to Mic if he really wanted.

Shinsou tried to focus, though Aizawa was fixated on the boys hips, knowing exactly how to break him while one hand went to his neck, making him scrunch down.

Shinsou got a quick look at Aizawa, his hair down signalling he wasn't using his quirk. Hopefully this meant he wouldn't realise Shinsou could still try to use his quirk if he wanted. His arms were still wrapped with the cloth but it had now loosened ever so slightly due to the struggling at the hips.

"IhiHi cAnhaAnT! SeheEnsI!" He begged, wrigging and going from hysterical to giggly in a matter of moments.

"You're mine then, tickle tickle" he teased with a straight face, enjoying the bonding and training.

"YohoU haHaVe a mEHeEtiNg tHouUgh rIGHHHTTT?-" Aizawa leant down and blew a raspberry on the kids open neck and gripped his hips with his hands, squeezing rapidly. This would have broken his attempt at using his quirk and all hope for escape.

"Yeah, but that can wait-" Suddenly Aizawa stopped moving entirely. Frozen still with his fingers now at the boys side, barely touching him. His eyes had gone white and he'd stopped everything he was doing. His scarf loosened around Shinsou but he made sure to stay very still. However even in his success he was still giggling and laughing as the fingers barely touching him stoll felt as if they were tickling him slightly, trickling his mind.

'Wait... he still got me?'

Shinsou tried to hold his breath and calm himself down, tears were almost formed in his eyes and he had lightly pink cheeks.

He laughed a little but then looked up at Aizawa, knowing he wouldn't be able to leave the position without the trance breaking and Aizawa trapping him all over again. He needed to breathe, but get revenge and escape.

In a matter of seconds he was out of the scarf and quickly swapped the positions, breaking the transition as he pushed aizawa into the same position he once was, wrapping the hero's own scarf around him before digging into his sides.

He'd never heard his teacher laugh before. But as he dug into his sides he suddenly burst out into a laugh, surprised by the sudden actions of the student. He tried to fight back and realised he was trapped in his own scarf. Shinsou got a little revenge before darting off and grabbing his scarf off the ground.

Now the chase was really on, having knowing what the circumstances were. Aizawa was quick to get out of his reins but even so, Shinsou had wrapped his scarf around the branch and launched himself through the air.

Aizawa looked at him for a minute, Shinsou had gone hight then he ever had before. Letting the scarf connect off the tree and fly around him. It was like he was in slow motion through the air, flying across at least 8 trees before latching onto another one and falling back down. Though this time there was no crash, a couple of leaves in the distance waving together as birds flew away but Aizawa watched from the ground as the kid continued running, perfecting the landing and going straight into running to swinging to flying across the tree tips once again.

He couldn't help but smile at the progress the boy had made. Watching as Shinsou turned around, a grin on his face and red cheeks, looking happier then ever.

"You coming or what, Villain?!" He yelled, rather excited and taunting his mentor before running back off when seeing Aizawa's smirk.

The hero quickly chased after him, taking the invitation from the taunting.

Shinsou kept running, but the only thing that played in his head was one phrase.

"Im gonna be a hero"

A/N: this is so cure I fk love it. I dunno if you've ever been so happy that you can finally be and do exactly who/what you wanna be but it feels exactly like this. It's incredible.

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Father knows best; Matt Murdock x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay well this was a certainly a LOOOONG wait in the making, truthfully I had almost forgotten this but after leaving the last part on such a cliff hanger I couldn’t just leave it like that. So this chapter will be broken down into two parts and this will be the FINAL update to Guardian Devil mini-series.

Warnings: murder, grooming, Kilgrave’s manipulative controlling, Matt acts a little OOC (like how he wanted to kill Kingpin in s.3 but in the end didn’t, here I believe in a case like this for the sake of my fanfic, Matt would actually WANT someone like Kilgrave dead).

FINAL PART

Taglist:

@your-not-invisible-to-me

@queensdivas

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@austynparksandpizza

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

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*Flashback*

The sound of a struggle could be heard from an apartment along 42nd street. It was Friday night and as always no one was home unless they were passed out drunk already from a hard week’s work. A window was shattered as a body began falling down until it landed in a large dumpster bin. Another body jumped out and scaled down the fire escape almost acrobatically until they landed on their feet.

The person that fell in slowly got up with a groan but not before a hand grabbed them and forced them out of the dumpster and had the man rolling along the floor after a swift kick to the gut to ensure he didn’t run. Blood covered half of his face and his left knee was at an odd angle.

“What do you want? I didn’t do anything to you.” The man groaned in Japanese.

“The Kingpin says you’re a loose end. And loose ends need tying up.” At the mention of the Kingpin’s name the man reach into his pocket but with a clean throw of the baton, the sound of his finger bones cracking rang out as he let out a cry of pain.

“Wait. Help me! I can pay you twice what he’s giving you. Weapons, drugs, anything!” he pleaded.

“What I want, you can’t give me.” She replied in English as she took back her baton and stood over the Japanese man. She raised the baton and with a hard swing, the sound of his skull cracking sounded off as he lay there dead.

*My POV*

Two victims in just under a month and with 4 months of training by some of The Hands’ personal best made me ready for these types of missions. But killing these guys gave me no pleasure, Kingpin says this is only practice, well I’m done with practicing. I want him. I need the man who killed my mother!

“Alright! Yes!” I heard a man’s voice say as clapping was heard. My eyes widened and I quickly turned to see a man in a deep purple suit standing at the entrance of the alleyway with two gorgeous women at his side as they too applauded. “That was absolutely tremendous! I thought I was good haha! You are a sight to behold. Wasn’t she amazing?” he asked the two women who nodded. “You bore me, leave.” And they did as he asked.

Shit! Kingpin said no witnesses, I reached for my shuriken but he told me.

“I’d keep put both hands at your sides where I can see them.” Suddenly I felt my arms go at my sides and they felt like lead as I couldn’t move them. “If you’re worried about me turning you into the police, don’t worry. To be honest one less of them yakuza rats to worry about. I’m cool.”

“Yeah you’re cool.” I found myself saying. He gave a slight tilt of his head before he said.

“Come here and take that mask off so I can see your face.” Again against my own will, I felt my hands reach for my Bobcat mask and removed it as I walked closer to the man.

He appeared to be around Matt and Foggy’s age, maybe even a bit older. He had dark brown hair, a five o’clock stubble, and his eyes a dark, empty brown.

“Jesus you’re just a kid. A kid willing to do that much damage to a man twice her size. I can see it in your eyes.” He cupped my chin and had me look up at him. “Ohhh yes. I know those eyes anywhere. Rage, vengeance. Just like me at your age. Tell me how old are you?”

“16.”

“16. Yes the prime age for a young woman but here you are. Kicking ass and taking names.” The smile that spread across his face sent a shiver of fear up my spine as his empty eyes shined a slimmer of a crazed, psychotic look. “Tell me this, did you enjoy killing that man?” he asked as he finally let go of my chin.

“Yes.” I responded coldly.

“Hmm-mm, why’s that?”

“Because it gets me closer to my goal.” I replied. “Avenging my mother.” His eyes slightly widened as he was gobsmacked at my statement before he said.

“Well…..so sorry to hear that. What’s your name?”

“Bobcat.”

“No, no, no not your superhero name, your real name.” I hesitated until my name suddenly rolled off my tongue.

“(Y/n) Perry.”

“Perry? Well…..no wonder why you looked so familiar. You are practically a resemblance of her.”

“You knew my mother?” I asked as my heart skipped a beat.

“It seems we have a lot to talk about. There’s a good Thai restaurant around the corner, join me for supper.” He extended his hand out to me. I stood there in my spot looking between him and his hand. “Come on.” He softly ordered and soon I walked up to him but just before I could take his hand, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and guided me down the dark streets of Hell’s kitchen.

When we got to the restaurant, he ordered all the costumers to leave and told the workers to bring out everything they had and to not question my attire. I ate the last of my fried rice before sipping my water.

“Yep. Nothing like a nice meal after performing feats of vengeance.” He said to me.

“How do you know my mother?”

“Oh wow straight to business, okay fine. Guess I’ve kept you in suspense long enough.” He cupped the side of my face. “God you really do look so much like her when we first met. Same eyes, same mouth, even your skin feels like hers.” I got uncomfortable hearing that part. “Been 16 years late to say this but, (Y/n) Perry….the name’s Kilgrave, I’m your father.”

My heart stopped, my eyes widened and my head was swirling.

I quickly stood up but he ordered me.,

“Sit back down.” Immediately I sat back down and even scooted my chair back into the table, my eyes never once leaving him. “I know this is all a bit of a shock, believe me how do you think I feel? But it’s true.”

“How do you know? Any man could claim they’re my dad.”

“True. Most men could, but they can’t say they’ve got official records, can they?” he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his purple jacket and slid it over to me. “Go on, take it.” I took the paper and unfolded it to reveal what looked like an official copy of my birth certificate.

Now I have seen the copy my mom had but for some reason she had the name of the father blacked out. When I was younger, I did ask about my father but she always refused to tell me about him until one day she told me that he left us with nothing and wanted nothing to do with us.

But this certificate didn’t have my father’s name blacked out and there I saw his name. Kevin Thompson.

“Kevin Thompson is my legal name but I’ve longed forbidden anyone from calling me that.” He told me.

“It could’ve been forged. I have friends who could do this and make it legal.”

“You’re a smart girl, I’ll give your mother that much for not raising an idiot.” I narrowed my eyes and softly growled. “Stop that.” He ordered me as he then took out another piece of paper. “This here is an authentic, 100% guarantee DNA test. Performed by the Hell’s Kitchen ancestry agency. Don’t ask how I got yours just know I have my ways.” He handed me the paper which I took and opened it up.

According to the Ancestry and Family Bonds society of Hell’s Kitchen, the tests show that (Y/n) Perry and Kevin Thompson, provided DNA hair samples, are 99.998% a match.

I was in shock. I leaned against the chair dropping the paper to the ground as I said solemnly.

“She lied to me.” Kilgrave, who had gotten up and got himself some liquor from the back and poured himself a drink. “She told me that you abandoned us.”

“Not to speak ill of the dead, but your mother has been lying to you ever since she stole you away from me when she was pregnant with you.”

“Why would she do that?” I asked.

“Because she somehow believed that I would hurt the two of you. Listen to me (Y/n), hey,” he leaned forward cupping my face in his hands. “Your mother, through whatever delusion she thought, I never once hurt her. I loved her. I cared so much for her, I gave her the world. But then she—packed up and left me. And when she found out she was pregnant with you, she did everything in her legal power to keep me away from you.”

“You loved her?”

“She was the Éowyn to my Faramir. Both of us being kept back by society or mistreated by our families. I tried….everything in my power to see you but……but then I heard what happened to her.” Tears formed in my eyes as I tried to look away. “Ohh darling.” He wiped the tears hidden at the corner of my eyes as he gingerly shushed me. “I cannot imagine what was going through your head the day she was found. What your heart was feeling.”

“I was lost……broken……but mostly I was angry. I’m still angry. I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart. To make him feel every ounce of hurt he made me feel.” I first said solemnly before my sorrow turned to hate.

“And you believe this Wilson Fisk can give it to you?” he asked me.

“He promised me.”

“The way I see it. He can get you part of the way there. You may find the guy who did it, but you won’t get him to confess. He’ll deny it until he either dies without admitting it, or not share every last little thing he did to your mother. Things that only the killer himself knows.” I looked at him perplexed.

“You can teach me to do that?” he smiled softly and stroked a strand of hair out of my face.

“Isn’t that what all fathers do for their children? Help them achieve their goals.” He stood up and extended his hand out to me. I took it and he helped me stand up as I asked him how he could help me. “You can start, by getting rid of that.” He pointed to my neck.

I reached and touched the chain but clenched it in my hand refusing to let it go. It was my mother’s Evanstar necklace, I had taken it just before they buried her (Mahoney allowed me to take it after they recovered her remains instead of it being put into evidence).

“C’mon (Y/n). you need to let it go.” My hands reached back and I unclasped the lock and removed the necklace which showed the Evanstar pendant shining at me from the light. My father held out his hand and I set the necklace down in his palm before he put it away in his pocket. “That’s my girl. Now c’mere and give your father a hug like you mean it.” I ran into his arms and squeezed him as tight as I could. “I’m here now (Y/n). I’ll always be here.” He said to me as he embraced me just as tightly.

Soon I found myself being trained by my father in the act of ‘verbal persuasion’ or so he called it. It’s basically what he can do (after sharing with me the gruesome backstory of what his parents, my grandparents) did to him.

I tried my best but nothing I said to any of the volunteers he had set up for me followed my directions. And it would only be a matter of time before Fisk suddenly came back into the picture. When he had sent the cops he had under his thumb into father’s house, he ordered me to run and forget everything about our meeting but that he’d find me again soon when the time was right.

After fleeing from the house, I soon forgot just why I was running, the cops took me back to Fisk, I got a stern talking to but he sent me back out into the world. And of course you know the rest from there.

*End of flashback*

It was pitch black outside by the time we reached the cabin. Well when I say cabin it looked more like a castle. Multi-level (2-3 levels), clear glass windows, a grand balcony on the second floor that spread pretty much across the entire house, and a stone chimney and stone pillars that held it up from the floor to the grand balcony.

Father turned the car off and said.

“We’re here.” I looked at the cabin mansion and he asked me, “Too much? It is too much isn’t it.”

“No, no I—it’s lovely I just…..”

“Just what?”

“Will they find us? They’ll be looking for me. I-I shouldn’t have left.”

“Now, now relax, hey look at me.” He cupped my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. “They won’t find us. In fact they’ve forgotten all about your case. Remember what I told you I can do, what we can do.” My breath was shaky as I exhaled but nodded. “Let me hear you say it, it’s all taken care of.”

“It’s all taken care of.” I repeated.

“That’s my girl.” He then got out of the car and I followed behind him. As we rounded toward the cabin, I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders bringing me closer to him as we walked inside together.

Inside it was even grander than I could imagine. It was like living in a castle with all the expensive vases scattered around, the paintings and marble statues that looked like they belonged in a museum. A large staircase stood at the center of the living room.

“(Y/n) Perry, my pride and joy, I’d like to welcome you to your new home.” Said Father as he gestured to the manor. I looked around in awe as I walked along the grand living room.

“All of this is—”

“It’s all ours. Nothing’s too good for my girl, right? And speaking of, Ivy!” soon a woman in her mid-50’s maybe even early 60’s with short grey hair came out from the back hallway and she said.

“Yes sir?” her accent was thick, possibly she could’ve been from Ukraine or Russia.

“Take my daughter upstairs to her new room and have her change clothes. Make sure to burn this atrocious jumpsuit the pigs forced on her.” He said as he came up to me placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a rub as well as a squeeze.

“Yes sir.” He looked down at me and I up at him.

“I expect to see you for dinner in 10 minutes.”

“Yes father.” I said as I walked towards Ivy and she lead me up the stairs and into my room.

My new room was twice as big than any of the apartment rooms I’ve had in the past. A large king sized bed, a large wooden wardrobe (that almost looked like it came from Narnia), some bookshelves with all my favorite books and authors, as well as some Tolkien collections like Bilbo’s party sign, the flag of Rohan hanging just over my bed, and some of my favorite character posters like Aragorn’s movie poster holding Andúril in front of him, Éowyn stabbing the Witch King of Angmar, and Merry and Pippin riding on Treebeard.

“Come Ms. Kilgrave, we best get you ready.” We walked in and I removed the orange jumpsuit as well as the white t-shirt and shorts I had also been given to wear. Ivy collected the prison clothes and wound them up into a ball to be burned just as father had commanded. She then went into the wardrobe and got out a beautiful red blouse with black leggings and black flats. “Your father wishes for you to look presentable at dinner.”

“Do you work for my father willingly? Or did he order you to do this?” I asked her.

“Your father has done me better than my previous job. Same with the rest of employees here. I was about to be evicted from my home and have my son taken away by Child Services because of our financial situation. Your father is a good man who just wants to help you, and I’d do anything to help him achieve that. From a mother to a father.”

I nodded and got on the clothes she had picked out and then she had me sit before a large mirror that almost looked to be silver and she began to brush my hair of the tangles and knots from my lack of sleep and stress I had been through the past few days.

Once I looked more presentable, she lead me back downstairs to a grand dining area with a large, long table and a roaring fireplace to the right of the table.

“Cutting it kinda of close aren’t we Ivy?” father said looking down at his phone before glancing back up at her.

“Sorry sir, it took a while to get her hair brushed and braided.”

“Are you criticizing my daughter?”

“No! No sir absolutely not!” she said worriedly.

“Leave us now.” He said. She nodded before immediately walking away. “C’mon, don’t be shy darling, come here so I can have a better look at you.” He said turning his chair toward me. I walked towards him and when I got close enough, he took my hand and moaned softly. “Now that’s much better, don’t you feel better without those horrid prison scrubs on?”

“Yes.”

“Take a seat, eat. Armani is serving up your favorite Italian dish.” Father said as I sat down beside him. Soon the chef Armani came out wheeling our food out on silver platters on a large tray. He set the platters down before us then removed the lids to reveal a beautifully made fettuccini alfredo with some breadsticks.

It smelled incredible and it made my mouth almost water. I reached out for the breadsticks first and took a single bite of them and immediately I fell into the pleasure of just how warm and soft this bread was. Within seconds the breadstick was gone and I went over to the alfredo.

“Someone was clearly hungry, just what is it they serve you in prison?”

“School food is worse.” Father softly laughed and said.

“I’ll bet it is. But no more of that now, just full on 5 star meals three times a day. Like I said, nothing’s too good for my best girl.” He reached out and stroked the back of my head. I paused my eating and felt my stomach turn in knots. “What’s wrong? Is it not prepared right? I swear if you end up sick, I’ll have Armani cut off each of his fingers one by one!” he threatened angrily.

“No, no the food’s wonderful father. The finest I’ve ever had, it’s just…..”

“Just what?” I looked away from him nervously. “Just what? Look at me and tell me (Y/n).” I looked up at him and said.

“What if the Kingpin stops us like last time? Or the police who aren’t under his thumb find us?”

“I told you darling, no one is going to find us. They’ve forgotten all about this case, now you just need to forget about it. Forget about what they’ve told you, who was involved, everything.”

“Even Jessica Jones?”

“Especially Jessica Jones.” I trailed off thinking about Uncle Matt, Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen.

“And my family?”

“Your family?” father questioned.

“Aunt Karen, Uncle Foggy and…..and uncle Matt. They were all involved with the case, do I have to forget about them too?”

“Yes. You don’t know those people anymore, they aren’t your family.”

“But—”

“Don’t!” he snapped angrily but caught himself and exhaled sharply. “The only family you have is me. Okay (Y/n)? There’s no Karen you know, no Foggy, what the hell kind of name is that anyways by the way? And above all else, there is no Matt Murdock you know. Do you understand?”

“Yes father.”

“Let me hear you say it.”

“There is no Karen Page, no Foggy Nelson, and no Matt Murdock that I know.” Father’s hands cupped the sides of my face and he said.

“That’s my good girl. I’m proud of you.” He pressed his forehead against mine and I felt his strength pour into me as my mind went blank from any memories I had of those three names until there was nothing left of them.

*3rd Person POV*

In Matt’s apartment, he was pacing back and forth in a panicked manner while Foggy and Karen sat on his couch and Jessica Jones was leaning up against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest.

“This can’t be happening. First Kingpin and now Kilgrave? I can’t even imagine who is worse to have her.” Karen said.

“I may not know Kingpin as personally as you guys but if I had to put my money somewhere, I’d prefer the kid be with him than with that manipulative son of a bitch.” Jessica said.

“But why? Why does he want her? At least Fisk had a reason even for as terrible of a reason it was, but how does Kilgrave fit into all of this?” Foggy asked.

“He’s right this doesn’t make any sense. What use could he have for (Y/n)?” Karen said.

“Think I found the reason.” Jessica said. “See I’ve been doing some digging into your kid’s mom, your former partner. Did any of you ever hear her speak of (Y/n)’s father?”

“No. She never liked to talk about it.” Foggy said.

“Yeah. One girl’s night we went out for drinks and I got curious about it and asked her but she kept trying to change the subject. She even got defensive about it telling me to drop—wait. Jessica you’re not saying……” Karen started off, then her investigative brain began to piece together where Jessica was going with it.

“What? What is it Karen?”

“Perhaps I better take over from here. So like I said, I did some digging into your partner’s past. Birthplace, credit card info, any property she’s bought or rented, everything and Murdock will you stop pacing like that?! You’re literally gonna fall through the way you’re stomping around like an elephant.”

“Stop? How can I stop when (Y/n) is out there being held hostage by someone even worse than Wilson Fisk!? Jones you promised me you’d keep an eye on her. You said you’d keep her safe!”

“And I did…..”

“Then where is she!?” Matt exclaimed frantically. “Because she’s not with Mahoney nor are you with her!? A prison riot allowed a man who has the ability to manipulate one’s mind and actions to his own will, come in and kidnap her! And the police can’t look for her because they were ordered not to! Those were your words right?”

“Look Murdock, I don’t like this anymore than you do. But pacing there festering in your pity anger and pointing the blame at me won’t help us find her quicker.”

“She’s right Matt. You hadn’t slept all night nor any time since this whole case opened up against (Y/n).” Foggy said. Matt exhaled sharply but trudged over to his chair and sat down in a huff.

“Talk Jones.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting the attitude slide this one time.”

“Talk!”

“Matt, easy. Go on Jessica.” Karen first eased Matt before turning back to Jessica. Jessica pulled out some files from her bag and pulled out some DNA test results, pictures of Kilgrave from over 17 years ago, and (Y/n)’s birth certificate.

“Seems your former partner had some secrets she didn’t want let out. Kilgrave is (Y/n)’s birth father.”

The three of them turned to Jessica in shock.

“Paternity and DNA tests were used by Kilgrave himself, don’t ask me how he managed to get a hold of hers you honestly don’t want to know. That creep always finds a way. But these documents of a restraining order against Kilgrave for one (M/n) Perry around the time when she would be pregnant with (Y/n) sealed it for me. I even managed to get a hold of some of the medical staff that helped deliver (Y/n). They told me how Kilgrave even showed up at the delivery to try and take (Y/n) away from her. But thanks to the approved restraining order, they immediately called the cops. Of course the bastard told them to shoot themselves before he could be taken away. That’s when SWAT was called and the hospital was forced to be on lockdown.”

“Oh Jesus.” Foggy muttered shaking his head solemnly. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the horror his deceased best friend had to go through in order to deliver (Y/n).

“How did they finally get him to leave if he can make anyone do what he wants?”

“Tranquilizer darts. If you ask me, they should’ve put a bullet through his head though. But of course the weasel wormed his way out of trial but then he never went after them again. Until a year and a half ago I took this picture of him with (Y/n).” she placed down a photo of the two of them at the Thai food restaurant. Karen picked up the picture and she said.

“This was taken around the time she was missing. When she was training with Fisk.”

“Seems the kid’s double dipped. Because she ended up staying with father-dearest for a good 2 months before your boy Fisk got her back.” Matt stood up and grabbed his cane and headed towards the door.

“Where the hell are you going?” Jessica snapped but Matt didn’t respond, the only response he did give was the loud slam of his front door.

He walked out before hailing down a taxi and told the driver to go to the Hell’s Kitchen cemetery. The driver drove through the traffic, all the while Matt’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as so many thoughts were going through his head.

“You want me to help you find the tombstone you’re looking for sir?” asked the cab driver.

“Thanks for the offer but I got it. I—know her tombstone by touch.” After a few more minutes of weaving in and out of traffic, the cab driver soon arrived at the cemetery and Matt paid the cab driver his amount before getting out and walking forward.

Using his sense of touch he touched each and every grave stone (even though he remembered exactly where she was buried, but for the sake of those who were there, he kept up the facade). Until he finally felt the tombstone of the one he had been searching for. His former partner’s and best friend’s (M/n) Perry.

He fell to his knees before her tombstone as tears formed behind his red shades. His lip trembled as he said.

“I failed you.” He shook his head in regret. “You asked me to watch over her, and I—I failed you. I’m sorry (M/n). I know you had your reasons for not telling us about her father, but he—he has her. And I don’t know what to do. I know who he is but it—the only way to stop him is to kill him. And I can’t do that, I just can’t. I don’t know if you ever did know of who I am at night but I can’t kill him. Yet he must die.”

He knew Kilgrave and Fisk were two completely different people. Fisk may have had the power of persuasion but he only does it the way normally, rich powerful people can do it. Kilgrave, he’s practically on a mutant level of a threat. One word and he can have someone slice their throat or take another’s life. Hell that day when (Y/n) was born he could’ve had everyone, including (M/n) shot by the very police assigned to arrest him.

And people like him don’t go down so easily unless you call the Avengers, and he most certainly did not want that.

He reached out and touched her gravestone and stroked down it until he felt her name. “I know God won’t answer my prayers so I hope you can, please (M/n). I need a true angel on my side, what do I do now? Tell me what I need to do.”

But all he got was the soft whistle of the wind, other than that all was quiet. He shook his head angrily as he sighed heavily and gripped the grass beneath him before standing up and walked away.

All throughout the day both Jessica, Foggy and Karen were doing research in order to find just where Kilgrave could’ve taken (Y/n) all the while Matt was getting changed into his Daredevil suit to go out and look for her.

“Any of you ladies coming up with something?” asked Foggy.

“Nope.” Replied Karen.

“I’ve been hacking into the security cams all around Hell’s kitchen but I’m coming up with jack shit. Can’t find the car he drove in or anything. Slick bastard must’ve had someone delete them beforehand.” Right as Matt came out placing his gloves on and holding the mask underneath his arm Karen stood up and said.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait I think I got something.” Everyone gathered around her and she opened up a security footage from the Forest Lodge hotel in upstate New York. The very same cabin lodge where Kilgrave had taken (Y/n). “This was taken sometime last night. A man coming in carrying a huge suitcase. See there he is giving it to the manager. And next thing you see is the entire staff leaving the lodge.”

“That’s him. That is him the bastard. He must’ve bought the hotel and removed the staff. He pulled this move with me when he bought back my childhood home. The bastard’s grooming her.”

“We have to call Mahoney and get the police up there.” Foggy said.

“No it’s too risky. We can’t risk any innocent people getting killed or becoming killers themselves.” Jessica said.

“She’s right. I’ll go.” Matt said.

“By yourself?” both Karen and Foggy said.

“You can’t take him on by yourself Murdock, trust me. And with your whole ‘no kill code’ he’ll play you on that weakness.” Jessica said.

“Then maybe that’s what I have to do.” At hearing this, Foggy and Karen’s hearts sunk and they were taken back by what Matt had just said, while Jessica was stunned to hear such a confession from the ‘good catholic boy’ Matt Murdock.

“You can’t be serious Matt.”

“He’s not like Fisk, Foggy. He’s not powerful in the sense of money or who he is, he’s powerful for his power. Much like Jessica….”

“Do not compare that asshole to me!” Jessica snapped furiously.

“He was forced to have these powers. One word is all it takes for him just walk freely and no one would be able to question it. This is what (M/n) wanted of me to do to protect (Y/n).”

“But it was also to show her that revenge isn’t the answer!” Foggy snapped. “We’ll get her back Matt, but we need to think this through carefully.”

“I can’t wait anymore Foggy. I—I made a promise to her. To both Perry’s. I already lost one I—can’t lost another one. I can’t.” he put on his mask and without another word, he quickly raced up toward the staircase that led to the rooftop and left them in the dust.

“That stupid fucking idiot. He’s gonna get himself killed. I’ll go after him, you two stay here and call your detective friend Mahony but also get in touch with Hogarth. I don’t like the bitch but she’s got something that might help with the officers arresting Kilgrave safely, if he isn’t already dead.”

“We’re going with you!” Karen said.

“I already got one idiot out there, I don’t need two more. You two are clearly smarter than Murdock is right now. Look I know where his head’s at cause I’ve been there. And if Kilgrave can control him, he’s gonna need me to snap him out of it. If by some miracle he can’t control Murdock, god save him from the wrath of the Devil that’s coming for him.”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. But it’s nothing compared to the fury of a father willing to do anything for his child.” Foggy said. “Ever since we first met her, Matt’s always been closer to (Y/n) than I have. I always see the way he looks at her, talks about her. He loves her like she was his own daughter, and ever since (M/n) died, he always kept saying how he promised her that he’d protect her. Be the parental figure she has left.”

“Cute. But it’s logic like that that’ll get you killed. When you’re not thinking clearly. Now both of you. Stay here! I mean it!” Jessica then left through the front door and quickly raced out of the apartment and followed Matt’s trail to Upstate New York.

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20 Author Questions

Tagged by @danielleitloudernow TY!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Still accredited to my name? 135. Total works on AO3 that I've written (including Anon & Orphans) -- somewhere around 150?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1.1 MILLION!?!?!??! FUCKING WILD.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Criminal Minds (124). But also have some Thrilling Adventure Hour (4), Grey's (3), and a few other random fandoms where I've written one thing ever.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Caged (Kudos: 635)

The Disposition of Emily Prentiss (Kudos: 511)

I Won't Give Up (Kudos: 441)

A Series of Unfortunate Events (Kudos: 359)

i can't be wrong (to be craving you) (Kudos: 312) OMG I had no idea this fic had that many?!?!!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every single comment I get!! Since I can't actually reach through the screen and hug every reader who leaves a comment, a reply is all I have!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, Angstiest ending specifically? I would say 'The Five Horsemen of the Silent Chasm'. (Ends in major character death)

Angstiest overall fic? DEF, DEF, DEF my Jemily saga -- i can't be wrong (to be craving you)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've written so much tooth-rotting fluff tbrh. Some cute shit that comes to mind:

Quiet Love (Jara Wedding Fluff!)

Always You (Temily proposal)

I Know a Place (Jara)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I get entitled comments sometimes. To which I always reply, because I think it's important for other readers to see how not to behave in a comment section. This recent interaction comes to mind:

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

OF COURSE I DO!!! Lately, I have been writing a lot of smut because menopause has turned me into a 24/7 horny gay. All my fics are Femslash and I also write F/F/F threesomes because I have multiple OT3s 😇

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written crossovers in the past! Two of my favourites are a TAH x Addams Family one : Beyond Belief: When Family Calls and a CM x Community crossover where Emily and Frankie Dart are estranged twins: Words Left Unsaid

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

Not so much stolen, as I've seen parts of my own personal fanon lore being used in other fics sometimes. Which I find endearing. Me and @otahkoapisiakii have so many Jemily HCs that we often share the same background details in our fics and then, sometimes, readers see these things and mistakenly think they're canon.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! I've had a few fics translated into other languages. I think one was translated to Polish and another to Mandarin. Also, I think there's one in German somewhere too.

I LOVE when people ask to translate my works! It's such an honour.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

TONS. I think me and @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_falls on AO3) have about 6 or 7 we wrote together.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

That's an impossible question. My longest loved OTP will always be MSR. My most written OTP is JJ/Emily. My current favourite ships are JJ/Tara & Tara/Rebecca.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

When I retired from writing in 2015, I left behind a WIP (To Catch an Unsub). When I came back last year, I vowed to try and finish it. I re-wrote a lot of what had already been posted and managed a new chapter even -- but after nearly eight years, my writing style now is far different than when I started out in 2015. So I tied up the cliff-hanger and marked it as complete, because I know my heart isn't in it to continue that one.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have a really good understanding of the characters, I know what makes them tick, their motives, their insecurities and I think that makes them feel more authentic in my works.

I'm also a very fast writer. Both physically (my typing speed is absurd), but also just being able to bang out 10k in a day when I have an idea.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

NUMBERS AND SELF-IMPOSED RULES! I used to have this thing (I still struggle with it, but less so now) where I'd be like 'Every one-shot or chapter can't be more than 4k words'. Or if it's a multi-chap fic it has to be at least x amount of words minimum.

When I started writing completely for myself, those rules stopped holding me back. Now, I write until I'm done writing. Thus why Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) - Part 3 is going to be around 200k long when it's done.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I use another language, it's usually French because I at least speak a bit of it and don't have to use Google translate or other horrible tools that butcher nuance.

I have a Spanish speaking character in Part 3 and that made me really have to dig out my limited Spanish speaking skills for her scenes. Which are probably grating to fluent speakers (apologies!)

I think the best thing you can do if you want to use a language you don't speak is to talk to people who do speak it. It helps make the dialogue more genuine.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bones! During the WGA 2007 strike, I decided to fill the gap of TV hiatus with my own story. I wrote 'She Was My First' (Angela/Brennan) and posted it to LiveJournal (where I was in tons of Bones groups).

Since then, I ported it to AO3 around 2014. And now, it's the most read Angela/Brennan fic on there.

Fun Fact: Someone randomly leaving a comment on this fic last year was the reason I came back to writing!!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I get this question a lot and I think my answer always changes because I love different fics for different reasons. So here are some of my top ones:

Fic I Love Everything About: Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) (Series)

Fics I Consider to be My Most Important: Head Full of Doubt & Journey Through the Silent Chasm (Series)

Fic I'm Most Proud of Writing: i can't be wrong (to be craving you)

My Comfort Fic (the one I re-read the most): Between You & Me

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