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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 months

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with the release of a certain bird adeptus approaching i cannot stop thinking about Foul Legacy befriending an adeptus

you're one of the younger adepti, a solitary, curious bird hidden away in some distant mountain that rarely ever receives visitors, even from the most determined of humans- most mortals are unaware of your existence entirely, but you don't particularly mind. you've never been one to demand worship and total respect, even if living alone on your little mountain can get very quiet from time to time. Cloud Retainer- or Xianyun as she's going by nowadays- and her two daughters occasionally visit, but that's all the traffic your home ever receives. it's fine- you're content tending to your garden and practicing your magic and making little packets of herbs for Xianyun to distribute amongst your fellow adepti.

you're fine. you're not lonely at all.

the other adepti have told you bits and rumors about the ground splitting open, leaking dark, stellar energy from its roots, but you don't quite believe them until you get to witness it for yourself, wings flapping open in surprise when there's a crack and a rumble and suddenly a beast twice your height emerges from the earth- your plants are utterly ruined, and you let out a cry of despair. the monster shakes its head to dislodge the dust and dirt, before turning its one-eyed gaze towards you- but it doesn't attack or even act threatening in the slightest, merely approaching slowly and sniffing the air around you. it suddenly notices the plants and the distressed look in your eyes, and the beast sits back on its haunches, letting out a low, apologetic whine. you're not a vengeful adeptus, though, and silently allow the creature to stay as you tidy up the garden.

his name, as you learn, is Foul Legacy.

in a way you're both oddities, him with his Abyssal traits and you with your incomplete human disguise, feathers standing out on your cheeks and a tiny pair of wings still on your back- it's one of the main reasons you don't venture into the city, along with your hatred of large crowds. one day of company turns to two, then to three, then a week and a month until Foul Legacy is essentially living with you, following you around and helping you with your daily chores. needless to say Xianyun is... not happy when she finds out, but she begrudgingly allows it, saying something along the lines of "one's third child needs to make more friends anyways". and when the eventual time comes that Foul Legacy does depart, he leaves you with a lick on your cheek and a purr, his way of promising to see you again.

so it's by no coincidence when you finally perfect your shapeshifting skills and step foot into the Harbor for the first time, that you meet a man with ginger hair and a playful grin that you've never seen before, but looks so familiar all the same

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langst-is-my-unborn-baby · 4 years

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Fanboy Not A Villain Part 2

Rewrite of my old Ao3 Fic :)

Superhero AU with a suspect villain Yuuri twist :)

Yuuri’s hands rubbed awkwardly at his elbows as he hoped that his entire being could melt away and not have to deal with the terrible anxiety that sat in his stomach. “Eros,” the voice crowed, beautiful blue eyes staring at him intensely. “We’ve finally found you, give up now.”

After a great misunderstanding, Yuuri is caught by a team of superheroes who believe him to be nothing more than a villainous murderer. Yuuri, fanboy that he is, is mortified of the fact that his idol wants to drag him off to prison all because of a big mistake.

Part 1

Part 3 coming

Masterlist

Yuuri sighed deeply, wincing intensely as his head abused him with a pounding headache. He stretched from his napping spot on the table, arching his back as it ached with discomfort. A yawn left him, and he pushed his arms out from beneath his chin. His eyes fluttered open. He came to meet the uncomfortable stare of a redheaded woman. He took a moment. And then he took another. Mila the Whisperer. The memories came rushing in, and Yuuri suffered with being glumly reminded that he had been cornered by the heroes who believed him to be guilty. Shifting slightly, he blinked uncertainly at the remaining heroes, noticing the brown poof that was Vicchan was currently curled up in the hero Victor’s arms, and was being cooed at by a gaggle of heroes. Perhaps, had Yuuri not just awoken from his fainting, he would have fainted again as he eyed the man hold his dog who he had specifically named after him. He seriously hoped they had not checked the dog tag.

“I’m a little disappointed to say that this is not the weirdest thing I’ve woken up to,” he garbled lamely - his mind breaching to that of awakening to a stark-naked hula dancing Phichit. As he pressed his fingertips to his forehead and steadied his own thoughts, he thanked the post-faint tranquillity he had, as his calmness was all he had to stop the flooding of anxiety inside him.

The man he had idolised, still, the last of his pity leaving his blue eyes. Victor leaned down and gently placed Vicchan on the floor before returning to his original straight-backed stance, his persona one that was both serious and cold. “Katsuki, we ask that you offer yourself up again peacefully. You are under arrest for the murder of twenty-six people, destruction of property, and resisting arrest,” he said coolly, arms crossed as his pinched gazed looked Yuuri over – seemingly pulling him apart.

Yuuri felt his sorrowful frown return swiftly to his own face, his lips forming a small pout. Victor must have momentarily lost focus, the man’s cheeks painted with a delicate pink. Yuuri brushed those thoughts away quickly, his sneaking glance at Victor’s cheeks instead had him meet the man’s eyes. He must have appeared to be staring. Yuuri felt a twisted knot in his stomach as he felt his own face flush with anxiousness. “I’m only guilty of one of those,” he mumbled, his foot tapping against the floor with a beating rhythm.

“Ha!” Plisetsky snapped. “So, you confess to being a murderer? Fucking knew it.”

Yuuri gawked in slight puzzlement, he felt a sudden urge to explain the misconceptions to anybody but this overly confident teenager. “No,” Yuuri offered slowly, his heartbeat returning to its leisurely pace. “I meant running from you people, I’ve never killed anybody before - well I broke my friend’s arm before but that’s not murder... right?” He shrugged as an uneasy grin plastered itself on his face.

“No dishonest emotions, Captain,” Otabek barked from his standpoint. “Well...” Victor tapped his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face. “If you aren’t guilty then at least justify how you could have possibly survived that explosion.” Victor had an eyebrow raised but there was a strange look of possibility and hope in his eyes.

“Victor, you’re thinking of the pole dancing video, aren’t you?” Otabek sighed, resting a hand on his face as Victor avoided any direct eye contact “Of course not.” Yuuri could see the word ‘LIES’ printed on his face. “Now let Mr. Katsuki answer the question.”

“Right, well I honestly don’t know how it all happened,” His voice was breaking due to nervousness. He had tried impossibly hard not to concentrate too much on the incident for so long, yet it filled every crack of his small life, closing in and suffocating him. “I just remember eating by myself, I was talking to my sister on the phone, and then it all happened...” he explained to them in subtle detail of the events of that night. How the sound had been the worse, leaving his ears ringing as a gelled bubble kept the broken slabs from crushing him and how the fire pressed against it but was incapable of reaching him, the moment he grabbed his phone from where it had fallen the bubble was gone and he had to drag himself out. Yuuri explained how he had wanted an explanation but then in mere moments accusing fingers were directed at him as he stood in the middle of the ruins and in a moment of fear and anxiety he ran.

The group listened in a shushed silence, all thinking about whether to believe him or not after Otabek pointed out that the emotions he read could not indicate to whether that statement was true or false. Yuri made a loud show of his belief that Yuuri was obviously lying, he had earnt a subtle glare from Victor.

“Katsuki, you say you have no gifts?” Sala asked gently, pulling herself up onto his kitchen counter. Her use of the word gifts referring to that of powers. He shook his head, knowing that that bubble that had saved him was definitely not caused by his own individual gift that didn’t exist. “Any family members have a gift?” “My father and sister have one according to medical records but they have never manifested,” Yuuri explained gently. Gift would generally appear in a person’s genetic DNA, making it obvious from a young age if a parent should look out for special abilities – unfortunately the gifted Katsuki’s had never had their gift appear. A disappoint end to the tale.

Victor spoke next. “Was this the same sister you spoke on the phone with the night of the explosion?” Yuuri found his head nodding warily without him even focusing too much on the question. “Good, and you were still speaking to your sister when it happened?” Again, another nod.

Victor shifted positions, and Sala whistled playfully as they waited for their captain to come with some almighty decision.

“If,” he started. “-If you come to the council, I promise I will plead your innocence if you allow me to call your sister when we get there.” His face shone with reassurance and although there were tons of posters with his face plastered on them decking the walls, he could not look anymore real. “Not a trick?” Yuuri asked lightly, and even Yuri Plisetsky himself stopped his insufferable glaring.

Victor shook his head. “Although if you are found guilty-”

Yuuri sighed “I’m not.”

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