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sugoi-writes · 4 years

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ilomilo- Midoriya X Reader (BNHA)- Part 1

S-So, my usual content overs around fluff or n/sfw, but I came up with a loose concept that has a little bit of everything, including some angst! All characters are aged up to 20, and you have a quirk! I hope you enjoy part one of whatever musing this is! (I’ll think of a name later!) ~2.2k Words

Summary: You’re on the run with some stolen goods, and you’re injured mid pursuit. You don’t know if you should be relieved or terrified that a familiar hero intervenes. You aren’t willing to go down without a fight.

Quirk- Empath: An extreme mental/psychic link, that can force a person to experience forged (or the person’s) emotions/feelings. This can range from emotional distress to extreme phantom pains. This can hinder or cripple a user, but never physically hurt them. The quirk is initiated through eye contact instantaneously, and can last up to 5 minutes. The affects may dwindle due to outside interference (distractions or injuries to either party), or an incredible mental resistance.

The blaring sirens and the harsh licks of rain beating on your exposed skin were more than enough to keep you running. You desperately clutch your side, bleeding profusely as you try your best to shake off your pursuers.

Your satchel bounces haphazardly as you continue to bound down a particularly cold and damp alleyway. You grimace as you hear the dreaded phrase, “STOP RESISTING! FREEZE!” Like you had a choice to right now!

Bobbing and weaving between debris, shouting and gunfire, you manage to duck behind a dumpster. You sigh shallowly, shakily looking at your hand to find a thick masking of scarlet. You wouldn’t be able to keep running like this… you knew that. You fumble for your pistol, detaching the clip momentarily to find… you’re almost out of bullets. And this would definitely become another shoot out if you weren’t careful.

You take a hefty breath, your hand trembling as you grit your teeth. At the rate of your decline, you think that it may be for the best. If you were going down anyway, you needed to go down with a fight. Dying in an alleyway before getting back home wasn’t ideal, but you would rather go down in a blaze… versus bleeding out pathetically behind this dumpster.

Your prior fear for your life was over shrouded by pure adrenaline (you’d later blame your wound for that). You hear more shouting, egging you to come out with your hands up. You furrowed your brow, nodding as you psych yourself up.

When you hear a police officer warn you once more, you leap from behind the dumpster, readying yourself. But before you or anyone else could dare shoot a single bullet, a brilliant flash of green light invades your senses. You reel from shock as an astounding force repels in all directions backwards, forcing you to brace yourself. As the light dims, and you recover, you pale to a sickly shade. You had thought things were already bad, but you find out to your horror what had caused that impact.

Deku. Number One Hero, Deku.

You grimace in pain from your worsening wound, as green, soul-piercing eyes meet yours. But, instead of heated anger, or even hatred, you find… concern. Worry. This man, this hero… was concerned for you. Your ears ring as you watch Deku’s mouth move, barking something to the police force behind him. Dammit… you can already feel yourself weakening with each tremble.

As the tension seemed to thicken, it suddenly lessened. The officers lower their weapons (whether in fear of what Deku said, or to stop him from getting caught up in the crossfire, you don’t know).

Your gun fumbles out of your hands, clattering to the ground as you struggle to stand. Deku looks back to you as you cry out, his hands instinctively going to the defensive. He slowly advances towards you, and you know that he’s speaking to you, but you aren’t able to make out his words.

You fall backward, landing hard on your rear, clutching yourself as you try to slink further away from the green-clad hero. In a last ditch effort, you lock eyes with him once more, letting out a blood curdling shriek.

“ STAY AWAY, YOU BASTARD!!!”

Deku winces and bows, reflecting your instinct to stop the bleeding on his right side. Your quirk was working, and he should be feeling the shredded flesh and hot blood running from your gunshot wounds. Though he is clearly in pain, he manages a sincere smile, slowly advancing towards you. As you focus on him, sending waves of panic and intense pain through his core, you manage to catch some of his words.

“ Trust me… th-this… doesn’t have to end... l-like this. Nggh-- N...Not in this alley, not with...m-more bloodshed! I w-want to help you... But I can only help you… i-if you let me!”

You shake your head desperately, able to see that he’s reeling, but not hindered beyond that. You hear commotion from behind the emerald hero, but he barks at them again. There’s no flashes, no shooting… he’s holding the force back, with the intent to actually save you.

“ Surely, even you know… my dream is to save--ghh… e-everyone. Everyone that I possibly can. Even those... who feel they are h-hopele-- fuck…!... U-Useless and abandoned... Even down-trotten people... l-like you…”

You hear the hero rasp, wincing with each inhale as he speaks to you. You know that the pain is only doubling, as you’re focusing what little energy you had left to really make the man HURT. But… here he is, smiling… SPARING you.

You tremble, tears streaming down your face as you instinctively shield yourself, unable to move any further.

” St...Stay back… pl-please, I…. y-you can’t...”

You cry out again, falling onto your left side, your face meeting cool asphalt, “...you...can’t save… people like…. M-me. I’m… already--”

You feel warmth enveloping you where you previously felt your blood run cold. You manage to look up as you are lifted off of the ground to a weak but sincere smile. Your cheek rests on something firm, yet warm. As your vision swims, you notice the color green enveloping you, and scarred, strong hands supporting you. Deku lifts you as if you were delicate chinaware, keeping you close as your quirk begins to dwindle.

“ It’s alright, Y/N. I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be safe. I promise.”

Your eyes widen, as a sense of calmness rushes over you. You haven’t been able to feel your hands or legs for a while, and yet you feel a warmth budding in your chest. You know that Deku must feel it too, as a full, strong inhale makes his chest rise confidently. He sighs, turning around as your eyes are blinded by the blaring lights of an ambulance.

Deku softly cooes to you as the other voices and noises surrounding you bustle and violate your ears chaotically. You can hardly hear or see a thing as you’re laid out on a stretcher, and lifted into the brightly-lit vehicle.

“--sir! You can’t leave yet, we still need to file a--”

“Please. I’ll only be a little bit. I want to be sure she makes it safely. Besides… She’s gravely injured. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn't make sure she made it. Until then, Squad A- secure the perimeter. Make sure Squads B and C are taking testimonies and…--”

Your eyes flutter shut as the swarming voices and sounds of machinery fall onto deafening ears.

Slowly but surely, your senses dull and everything fades to black.

When you wake up next, you feel a dull pain radiating from your core, but not much past that. A bright, peaceful light fills the tiny room you’re in, and you blink a few times, unfamiliar with your surroundings. It is then you realize that you’re connected with an IV, your saline bag dangling above you.

When you try to sit up, a nurse with blonde locks walks by your cot, urging you to not make too much of a fuss. Using the bed’s control panel, she manages to help you sit up, the headboard and top part of the bed tilting up to support you. You glance around the small room, then to the nurse.

“Am I… at the (X) District… Hospital?” you groaned, your voice a bit dry as you struggle to speak. The nurse nods softly, smiling.

“Yes… but everything is already taken care of. The gentleman who brought you hear also visited and--”

You blink in confusion, narrowing your brow,” What…’gentleman’?” you questioned, dreading the answer that may follow.

“ I… to be honest, he was pretty reserved and covered up, but-- he came to visit while you were unconscious. You’ve been asleep for at least a day and a half. And looking at you, you probably needed the sleep!”

The nurse chuckles, and you reflexively probe at your dark circles, noticing that your bags weren’t as swollen as usual,” R...Right… but-- what happens… when I’m better?”

The nurse straightens her posture, as she picks up her clipboard, noting your vitals displayed on your monitor (you hadn’t even noticed the clamp on your index finger, checking your pulse).

“ Well, you’re… being transferred to a rehabilitation center, as recommended by the gentleman and your physician. You’ll be there for a while for treatment-- ahh, the flowers!”

You noted that the nurse seemed a little… spacey, for your liking, as you look to your bedpost, finding a small vase of yellow daffodils. Your brow raises, and your cheeks flushing at the realization you indeed had a visitor.

“T...Treatment… right,” your head hung slightly at this, before you stiffen,” W-Wait a sec, I have a friend at home actually-- th-they need at home care and-- please, you have to let me go home when I’m better--!”

You fumble around, looking for your satchel, before the nurse pats your knee,” Didn’t I tell you? Everything is taken care of. We have a nurse stationed at your house right now, and we put your friend on a plan to have her cared for everyday while you’re gone. With their condition, though, it wasn’t as life threatening as yours, so… they were able to stay home. We can assure you we’re working very hard to be sure they’re comfortable while you’re recovering.”

Your shoulders slump at this, and while you should be at ease that your friend is okay, something is nagging at you.

“I… I don’t have a lot of money, and sub-par health insurance. Between the rehab and a stay-at-home nurse, I… there’s no way I can pay for all of this… w-with all due respect,” you admit quietly, your chest feeling tight. That’s why… the satchel... It was full of medication to keep your friend stable, you… you would have rather risked your life than let your bank account or insurance hold you back.

The nurse sighed heavily, crossing her arms,” The gent that brought you? He has you covered. He paid for everything in full, up front. Your claims will still be noted on your insurance, but you’re already fully paid for. You don’t have to worry about anything. The bill, your friend, yourself… For this next while, it’s better to focus on recovery. Alright?”

You feel your chest clench again, knowing damn well that only a hero had that kind of money to cover those expenses. Midoriya…

You relax, letting your head rest on the pillow as the nurse finishes her vitals check, before she offers you another smile,” I know, right now… things seem confusing, and… really scary right now. But for now, just try and take things as they are, day by day. We will take care of your every need. And if there is anything you need, please reach out. Recovery is… difficult, but very humbling. And I think you’ll find that it’s very worthwhile in the end.”

You muse to yourself that the words seem to come from someone with experience to back up the claim. And in all honesty, you’re too tired to fight back or argue against it. You blink as the nurse smiles sweetly, showing you a toothy grin. You are a little shocked to see two sharpened canines smiling back at you, before the blonde hair nurse nods to herself.

“Well! For the moment, you’ve made some remarkable progress. With the amount of blood you lost… it’s astonishing you’re already feeling able to sit up.” She pulls something from her pocket, setting it by your gift and a full glass of water: medicine, thank goodness.

“Be sure to take this; you’ll probably need it to dull the pain. And if you need anything, just hit this button right here on your control panel.”

The nurse clutches her board to her chest after showing you your bed side controls, waving to you,” I have a few more patients to check on. But… I hope this was able to help clear your mind up a bit. Try to rest, if you can.”

Finally, the nurse turns on a small TV that’s mounted on your wall, handing you the remote. You nod and thank her quietly as she leaves you, alone. Your hand falls limp to your side, as you sigh deeply. This was… all such a relief and shock to you at the same time. This was so much to process, but like the nurse said, you figured it’s better to just take this one step at a time.

As you force yourself not to overthink, your eyes drift over to the flowers, glistening in the vase by your bed. You smile slightly to yourself, eyes fluttering to your window as the sun glimmers above a busy, bustling city. Daffodils… What was this guy thinking?

“You… must be in over your head huh, hero?” you muse to yourself, flashes of emerald and warm smiles flooding your thoughts as you zone out.

#tw: blood #tw: gun violence #tw: rehab #tw: hospital #this is basically a prologue just to see if you guys kinda like my flow #I promise I have some cute and maybe not so cute stuff planned for later!#can you guess who the nurse is?#bnha x reader #bnha fanfic #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #x reader #no one asked for this but you're getting it anyway gdudhiuhs #sorry if this is a little too long or short;;;;#izuku midoriya x reader

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scary-noodlers · 4 years

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Okay. Here we go.

This is my first story. I originally wrote it on wattpad but I wanted to post it here.

Can't help falling in love with you.

An Eyeless Jack x reader (part 1)

Prologue

"This is the reason we exist. To protect the innocent from horrors unlike any other. We are hunters; we secure, contain, and protect."

-Unknown

(1st person POV)

"Monsters." "Heartless, monsters."

From birth this is what I was taught. That the Creepypastas and SCP's were nothing but ruthless killers; savages that shouldn't be shown mercy. I've witnessed that savagery with my own eyes.

My mother and father both worked for the cause as top hunters. Thus raising, or training, me as a deadly weapon. I suppose I never had a 'normal' childhood. I've been exposed to nightmares that would make a military officer shake with fear.

When I was 16 I saw It. I can remember the grey-skinned freak the hunters brought back from their year long pursuit, he was definitely a top-tier catch. Black, oozing, eyeless sockets stared back into my (E/C) eyes. He was called 'Eyeless jack' I later found out and he was my absolute favorite.

I was taught about these monsters by my mentor. Some of them were extremely dangerous, well all of them were but some more than others. Eyeless jack intrigued me more than the others, and that was dangerous, there was just something about him that left me wanting to study him. After all they were just test subjects now, right?

I would sneak him some different types of flesh just out of curiosity. Although I found he preferred organs, not just any organs, human organs. Disgusting, but yet I kept doing it. Every Friday when the hunters would go home to rest up, I would sneak into the containment section, find Jack, pull an extra organ from the storage fridge, slip it into his unit, and there he would be, waiting cautiously as I gave him a 'treat'.

I'm almost positive my mentor and some hunters knew about it; I had so much power no one would question me. Since my parents are top hunters this means they basically run this containment unit.

It was Friday again. I was always ecstatic by the end of the day, butterflies riled up in my stomach while I put on a straight face for my mentor. "(Y/n)!" My mentor snapped at me, "Were you listening?" I panicked and decided to just tell my mentor I had a stomachache. (Mentors/N)[I kinda wanna call him Charlie?] Excused me and I left the training room.

Why was I so excited? I knew exactly why I just didn't want to admit that I wanted to see the freak. Walking down the halls would be confusing to someone whose never been here, but I knew these halls like the back of my hand.

It didn't take long to reach the containment unit, I took out my key card, beeped myself in, and walked into the holding center. I had to walk past a lot of freaks to reach Him. I read the numbers and names as I walked down the halls.

The question marks meant they were currently being studied.

If it was just a name they were wanted and captured.

And if the cell was empty the door would be un-labeled

Cells in the 300 zone were usually cannibalistic.

Cell 342- ??

Cell 343- 'The Rake'

Cell 344- '??'

Cell 345- '??'

Cell 346-

Cell 347-'??'

Cell 348-

Cell 349-

Cell 350-

Cell 351- 'Eyeless Jack'

And there it was cell 351.

I walked over to the storage fridge and started the routine I do every Friday.

He was already sitting by the food slot but this time was different. "Could you warm it up this time?" He spoke in a cautious and raspy tone as if he wasn't used to speaking. "He can talk?!" His talking surprised me. I thought he was just some mutant freak, even though he had a human figure, he looked everything but human. "Sure." I spoke as if it was no big deal but on the inside I felt. Guilt? I'm not quite sure why but I felt bad that I hadn't been warming them up and just feeding him cold meat.

It was a bit of a walk to the nearest microwave but there I was; warming up organs for some monster. Why am I doing this? He doesn't deserve it. He's a ruthless killer. But he used to be human. Used to be.

I brought the tray of organs to the cell and slid the tray through the slot. I made sure they weren't to hot when I took them out of the microwave.

Watching him munch on the organs made my stomach churn, I don't know how he could eat that stuff. " I didn't know you could speak." I finally spoke up after minutes of silence. That might have sounded rude but I wanted him to talk more. "Then you don't know very much." He remarked. How dare he? The nerve of this guy to blatantly call you stupid when you were the one who sneaked food for him? "Excuse me?" I exclaimed, matching his tone. " I happen to be in the top of my class!" Jack started to chuckle "The top of your class, huh? And you openly brake the rules to sneak me food?" Jack paused for a moment looking as though he was thinking intensely, "That doesn't sound very smart to me." I scoffed "Fine! if you don't want me to bring you food all you had to do was say!" I turned around, ready to leave. "Wait!" Jack said sounding rather panicked "Please, don't leave, I'm sorry." I almost felt bad for him, he sounded lonely and scared. I sighed but I still turned back to him and sat down. "I won't leave." I reassured him.

I started going to visit Jack more often. It was just Fridays, then on weekend nights, now it became an every other night thing. Jack and I had a lot in common as it turned out. He would tell me good techniques for me to use and I would tell him how I used those techniques to take down other hunters in training. "And then right when she thought she won I stuck my leg out, just like you said, she fell to the ground and I was able to overpower her!" I told Jack proudly as he listened to me tell him about my training practice today. "Good job, it sounds as if you will be number one in your class in no time." I swelled with pride at Jacks words of approval, I loved it when he praised me. I love him. Wait. What.

My cheeks flushed. Am I falling in love with him? Jack looked at me puzzled, "(Y/N), are you feeling okay?" I panicked and said something along the lines of "No! I mean, yes! Sorry I think I might have a fever." Trying to hide my face wasn't working.. "I could check if you want?" Jack spoke up. I hesitated but agreed to allow him to check. My heart felt like it was trying to leap from my rib cage as I stepped closer to the bars on Jack's cell. He rolled up his sleeve and put his wrist up to my forehead.

Jack was cold but his hand felt so comforting, it felt like he genuinely cared about me.

"Yeah," Jack moved his wrist away from my forehead and began to caress my cheek. "You're hot." My (e/c) eyes connected with his non-existent eyes, my heart fluttered. "Sorry." Jack said as he pulled away from me, 'No.' I thought to myself and without thinking I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. It felt like electricity flowed through our lips. 'What if he doesn't feel the same way?' I realized this and pulled away "I'm sorry." I quickly apologized to him, "Don't be." He said and smashed his lips back onto mine.

A million emotions ran through me, but guilt was the strongest. I pulled away from Jack, he looked confused, and then I did something that I might regret. I pulled my key card out of my pocket and handed it to Jack. "What are you doing?" He looked at the key card uncertainty. "Tonight the lab guards are slacking off, I overheard them say they're ditching their posts." This might be the last time I see Jack. "If you ever want to leave here. Do it tonight and never come back here." I felt like I was on the verge of tears, I've known Jack for a while now and all he's done is help me. We've kept him in a cage like an animal when he's more humane than most people I know.

"Why are you doing this." I struggled to answer his question. "Just get out of this place, please." Now I was crying, it felt like I was pushing him away, he had to know I wasn't doing this just for me. "I care about you." We stood in silence for a moment. "Thank you, (y/n)." He pulled me into a hug. "I will never forget you."

I hugged him tighter. "Goodbye, Jack."

'He's not a monster.'

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #scp #eyelessjack #fanfic #firststory #sfw #fluff #part1 #i really cant leave this fandom help its been 6 years #Eyeless Jack

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quackson-man · 5 years

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Babysitter | Part 1

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You weren’t expecting Steve to be THE babysitter

Warnings: Grammatical errors (sorry), bad writing too

Word count: 1,855

Theme: Fluff, Angst

A/N: Okay guys so this is my first time writing a fic. not that its the first but it would be the first time i’m posting one so hit me up and let me know what you think of it. Honestly i’ll be open with criticisms because English is not my first language. :))

i couldn’t wait any longer for prologue to reach a hundred notes so yeah

as promised, here's another one

MASTERLIST can be found here

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Steve Harrington.

He was this fat kid who you used to make fun of because he's fat. You would always tease him for being shorter than you. Well who is he to blame? The kid was well fed by your mother whenever he was in your house.

He too would retaliate in the most loving way he know how. His friendly nature didn't help him either get into your nerves. You would actually find it funny that he doesn’t know how to be mischievous because he was so sweet. Not that you were asking but you find it cute.

He would always try to shame you for how straight and silky your locks are that its making you look more pretty. How your eyes were weird because your pupils were the lightest he have ever seen his entire life. Basically he was calling you out for being so beautiful which made your heart melt considering how pure and innocent he once was.

In school, Steve was jolly. His signature of a laugh and smile radiated a welcoming warm aura to his classmates. He had so many friends because of his personality. Kids would always invite him to play with them in the playground. He would also befriend other kids who has no one to talk to. No one goes unwelcome under his watch.

That made him a crowd favorite among other students. He would get these silly awards for being too friendly and kind that hang high in the school’s bulletin board.

But moments like these was short-lived. His intelligence and rankings soared high. He practically aced all his tests with flying colors which made him accelerate and skip to another grade and graduate earlier than you. Your school was only middle so he had to transfer to Hawkins High.

It made you sad of course, you thought that he was going away for a long time (even though Hawkins Middle and High just sat next to each other). But that didn’t justify the end of your puppy love towards him. Steve promised he would always drop by to hang with you, which he never failed to live up to.

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Your ass still in pain after that fall. “Mom are you fucking serious?”. You stood up with your palm on both cheeks. Mixed reactions flowing through your face. You didn’t know if it was pure happiness, raging anger or what. But you couldn’t care less.

“Okay first, language, second, yes why? I mean I kinda miss the boy though and I haven’t seen him in ages! third, I won’t call in random people who we don’t know, at least Steve is a someone” She replied.

“...Steve is a someone”. That ranged a bell. Steve was not just someone. He was THE one.

“But mom that would be super awkward! considering that we also too haven’t talked in ages!” you sassed. “See?! now is a good time to reconcile and catch up, I’m sure you miss Steve too!” You followed your mom to as she moves her way to the other side of the kitchen to place the plates she has in her hands.

“Uh, Uh I ain’t missing him” you lied as you felt pain pinch your heart. Lump forming in your throat. You hardly noticed and kept the thought at the back of your mind while you talk to your mom.

“I’ve carried you inside me for 9 months how naive do you think I am?” she retorted. “You wouldn’t act like that if you do” she added. “Besides, its just for a short time”

“Yeah how long?” you sarcastically replied. “Until he earns enough for his college”. That took you by surprise, so does that mean he will be here for a while?

“He will start by Monday, so breakfast is the only last thing you’re going to do. He’ll be at 5″

Great. Another nice morning.

You found yourself in the bedroom again breathing heavy in your pillows with your front against the cushion of the bed. This is going to be easy right? You thought to yourself. The news of Steve working for you is too much for you to take, hell even handle.

Thoughts of him resurfaced your brain again. You haven’t heard of the name since high school. Heck both of you weren’t even the same people as before. Of course things have changed. He changed. So you changed to.

Part of you wants to see him. See how he was doing without you in life. See how he made his life out to be. There were so many questions forming in your mind. Questions he could only answer. You were curious but prying was not something you would do.

Deep down it hurts you when you said that you have moved on and have completely forgotten about him. You miss Steve so much, but you have just decided to quit on your childish feelings because it was taking you nowhere. You needed to grow up and be matured enough to face the harsh reality that he does not feel the same way for you.

Playtime’s over.

Truth is, you didn’t quit on those feelings. You just set them aside and buried it deep beneath your mind.

You hoped things won’t be awkward as you think it would.

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Monday came. Classes were a bore but you never thought that being stuck in one would help your mind to be ease. You couldn’t help yourself but get distracted. So distracted that you were staring blank at the windows of your classroom.

Never thought that these mathematical equations could help.

This is the day huh? Where you could see Steve again. You prayed that nothing weird happens. You promised yourself to keep your feelings at bay and maintain your professional stature around him. Personal matter shouldn’t interfere with work right? Even if you’re just working as a babysitter.

Still surprised that after losing Steve so many years he would just come by crash-

“Ms. (Y/LN)” Mr. Mundy called you out.

You wake up and came back to your senses. “Could you answer Problem #4 in the board” He politely asked.

You faced the board only too see writings of equations you can’t comprehend and make sense of. But you got to admit, it helped you more to be preoccupied and get more oblivious.

“No” you answered with honesty. “Mr. Mundy I really can’t think and function properly right now, can I drop by at the nurse’s office?” you lied.

“Okay, get a pass and make it quick” You nodded then you grabbed your things and have decided to cut class and be with yourself for a while.

Once you got yourself out of the classroom, you begin walking the endless hallways of the school. You really didn’t have any concrete plans where you would go to. You guess that its something for your feet to decide.

You were walking with your face down on the floor when...

...you’ve stumbled upon something that caught your eye.

His name, his face.

Steve was sporty and it was a fact. He wasn’t smart to do anything but he was dumb enough to try everything. At first he doubted himself, but with enough support coming from you he became eager and even have asked his parents to enroll him in sport camps to become better. Which made him excel at every sport he played.

Standing now before you was a big brown shelf that contained all of the memorabilia of achievements, his achievements Hawkins High ever received.

Not that you were taking credit but you were one of the people who got him where he is right now.

And there he was. Displaying that smile you know you loved.

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“Go Steve!” you shouted with the crowd. You were watching one of Steve’s basketball game. Steve was seconds away from throwing that ball to victory. Other players were keen on preventing him to score from their side of the court.

Screams intensified. Tension was high. Pressure was on him. You grasp your hand hardly as you watch Steve play.

Steve ran as fast as he could while dribbling the ball on his hand. Another player blocked him. But he was swift to throw the ball to one of his team mates. Which made the player blocking him get distracted.

Steve then rallied to his team mate who was now feet away from the opponent’s basket. The poor player was surrounded but Steve came to his aid. He threw the ball back to Steve so he could be the one to throw it.

Catching it, Steve ran as he makes a high jump and reach for the basket to throw in the ball.

The crowd gasp for air.

“CONGRATULATIONS HAWKINS HIGH, YOU WILL BE COMPETING IN THE STATE TOURNAMENT” the commentator screamed through the microphone. People cheered more louder than ever. You jumped from excitement. With much adrenaline in your system you ran down to congratulate your friend.

“Steve!” you screamed. The boy was carried by his team mates and was swaying him like a baby. “Steve!” you tried to get the attention of the boy.

Steve heard you. From all the people chanting his name, your voice stood out from the rest. But the chaotic crowd around him made it hard to look for you. Your height made it almost impossible. Steve figured that you might be outside the thick layer of sweaty bodies surrounding him.

He chased his breath as he told his teammates to bring him down which in no second they obliged to. Steve walked the tight little spaces he could find to make it to you. He was like a thread coming inside of a needle.

You look for an entrance within the crowd. To no avail your body can’t seem to budge it. So you just waited for him when...

You heard him yell your name.

“(Y/N)” The exhausted boy ran to hug you. You hugged back. His hair tangling and sticking from his sweating face. What a sight.

“(Y/N) I can’t believe we won!” He hug you tightly and carried your weight to swing you into a complete spin.

Bringing you down he holds your shoulder and shakes you much to his delight. “Yeah me too! I’m so happy for you!” You happily cried back.

This was the first time your boy won. After months and months of practice he actually won. You were also proud of yourself considering that you were at his side from the beginning.

“Say, why don’t you come to my house later? My parents promised me that if I win today they would let me throw the biggest victory party ever” He asked.

“Sure! why not! let’s celebrate your win loser!” You sarcastically joked as he reached for your hair to dangle it.

Your talk was cut short when you were interrupted by his rowdy team mates. You laughed at the sight. But you couldn’t care less because you were going to see him later on.

That’s when your fates changed. This was his best...and this was your worst

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gastricpierrot · 4 years

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Title: Heartbeat

Series: Promare

Pairing: GaloLio

Rating: T

Summary:

Lio turns himself in after the final battle, the start of a new life he must get used to.

This is a story of how Lio Fotia navigates through the days that follow, learns that support comes in more forms than he’s ever familiar with, and deals with his alarmingly developing feelings for Galo Thymos.

Also on AO3

[Prologue][Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

Lio’s new roommates are pretty normal upon a first impression.

Gueira and Meis are assigned to different rooms as well; perhaps it is done on purpose to encourage them to mingle around with others. At any rate, Lio’s not too bothered. As long as he’s staying with people who know how to respect boundaries and keep their mess to themselves, he’s got no complaints.

The enrollment day of fire training isn’t too eventful. They're made to sit through hours of briefings once they report in and leave their belongings in their rooms, they’re given tours across the facility. It doesn’t take long for the excited faces around Lio to slowly dim as boredom and exhaustion set in. Lio finds himself stifling some yawns of his own and suppressing a growing tinge of annoyance. The main instructor in charge of their orientation is trying too hard, speaking too loud, and being too obnoxious. There really isn’t a need to project such a forced image of toughness just to convince them that their regimen would be grueling; Lio’s sure everyone who’s signed up and passed the physical screenings are fully aware of what they’re getting themselves into.

He diligently sits through the entire program nonetheless, even making sure to take notes when necessary. Their daily schedule begins at six in the morning and ends at five in the evening. Classes are interspersed between physical training, lessons consisting of the basics and the theoretical sides of firefighting and rescue work. Trainees are allowed to eventually choose from a handful of electives as well, mainly on mission strategy, Gear piloting, and equipment maintenance. Their eligibility to choose between streams are dependent on their scores for each screening test segment.

Lio didn’t struggle too much on the written exams—those lessons during his detention did end up helping him—but he must admit to have ran into some troubles during the physical ones. He’s a bit stiffer compared to a few years back, his reaction time seems to be slightly slower than he remembers. His muscle strength and endurance seem to have improved from all the time spent doing community service, though, but Lio personally isn’t happy with how he can’t seem to pull off more explosive movements like he used to easily.

It frustrates him, not being able to move the way he did when he’s just a little younger. It makes him wonder just how much had he depended on the Promare, and how much of his abilities then had been his own prowess.

He forces himself not to think too much about it. All he has to do is train harder if he’s that unsatisfied with his physical capabilities. He no longer has the luxury of moping around.

Lio’s enrolled into the FDPP’s academy under special circumstances, with the help of Galo and his team captain vouching for him. His expenses are covered through a grant—a scholarship of sorts. Everything he needs while training is supplied to him free of charge as long as he meets the performance standards expected of him. He's to take up extra lessons to earn his driver’s license on Sundays, the only full free day given to trainees. Lio knows he wouldn’t have the time and energy to think of unnecessary matters.

His day ends with a simple meal with his brothers at the dorm cafeteria. Gueira and Meis offer to keep him company for just a while longer, but Lio’s had enough social interaction for the day. He itches for a shower, eager to finally catch his breath and settle down to the music of a rhythm game.

Until he remembers he’s not with his usual source of music. And he still doesn’t own a phone yet.

Lio spends his entire time in the shower stall wondering how he should pass the night.

When he returns to his room later, the atmosphere there is...odd, to say the least. All three of his roommates are there, seemingly have been talking fervently among themselves when Lio enters. They stare at him intently, and he stares back, raising an eyebrow in question.

Two of them then turn away to exchange gazes among themselves, and they leave the room without another word. Lio doesn’t pay mind to any of it, stepping aside to make way. They're not the first ones who gradually recognized who he is and stared. Lio’s already ignored a dozen frowns directed at him from the older trainees and even some of the instructors. People are going to judge his decision based on his past as a Burnish, it can’t be helped. What's important that he himself maintains a clear grasp of his own goals and motivations.

“You’re the Burnish leader, Lio Fotia.”

Lio regards his remaining roommate, a boy several years younger than himself. What he senses from him isn’t the animosity he’s used to dealing with whenever someone remembers who he used to be, but rather a buzz of...excitement? Lio can no longer see where this conversation would go.

“I was,” he answers evenly, confusion growing when the boy looks at him even more starry-eyed.

“I knew it!! I thought you looked familiar when I saw you this morning!” his roommate hypes, and at this point Lio’s thought process has completely crashed. The boy then extends his hand towards him, face red. “I really!! Admire you!!”

Now this is really not within expectations.

“I’m?? Honored??” Lio hesitantly shakes, half wondering if this kid has somehow jumbled up his figures of admiration. “But can I ask, whatever for?”

His roommate retracts his hand and cradles it close, looking like he’s decided he’s never going to wash it ever again. “Um?? I just think you’re really cool!!! Fighting for your people like that!!” He then seems to abruptly notice his own intensity and grows embarrassed, averting his gaze and rubbing his nose with the joint of his finger.

“Sorry, I was still kinda young when I read about you on the news so maybe I’m still influenced by my past naivety,” he says, sullen before he perks up again. “But I still think you’re amazing, though!! Especially when you turned yourself in, my respect for you really skyrocketed when that happened!”

“It’s honestly nothing to be admired for,” Lio protests weakly, also getting sheepish as the conversation progresses. He's truly not used to receiving such genuine sentiments from strangers, much less from someone who wasn’t once Burnish themselves. “It was just something I thought I had to do.”

“It’s because you were willing to take responsibility that I’m so impressed!” His roommate insists. “You owned up even though the things you’ve done have been largely circumstantial. And that’s right after you saved the world! That must’ve taken a lot of pride and courage.”

“It really wasn’t—” Lio begins but is immediately cut off with a louder “It is!!! Incredible in my eyes!! Please at the very least accept my appreciation!!”

And what else can he do other than try not to get even more flustered and mutter a thank you? He really is too helpless in the face of people who aggressively throw praises at him like this.

“And another thing!!” The boy continues, and holy heck this kid is even more of a hurricane than Galo, Lio couldn’t help but think as he only blinks and lets himself be swept away by the flow. “How close are you to Galo Thymos??”

This, though, Lio’s expected to hear at least once while he’s here. Galo’s the super rookie of his team when he first started, the hero of Promepolis within a mere few years of being in service. With the sheer amount of merchandise Lio has stumbled upon while he wandered the streets and peeked into shops, he doesn’t doubt there’s at least one person in fire training who looks up to him. He's basically the local celebrity!

“We’re friends,” Lio answers, not one to reveal more unnecessary information that may cause troublesome misunderstandings. He figures if he mentions about being housemates with Galo for a bit the poor guy would lose his mind.

Sure enough, just knowing that they’re still in contact with each other almost sends his roommate into a fit. He makes an odd noise at the back of his throat, face growing redder with excitement.

“What kind!! Of a person is he???”

And for a moment, Lio’s stumped. It’s not a question he can answer as offhandedly as before. Galo...isn’t someone who could be summarized within a handful of words. Lio is certain that he’s yet to see many more sides of him; parts of him he may like, parts of him he may not. There’s still so much more to know, so much more to learn about.

“He’s as you see him on TV.” Lio makes his way to the bottom bunk he’d called dips on, taking a seat at the edge of his mattress. “Loud, obnoxious. Confident.”

He doesn’t notice how his tone softens as he goes on.

“He’s dumb, but not stupid. He's got an annoying habit of butting into people’s business, always trying to help even when it’s got nothing to do with him.”

He’s selfless, ambitious. He’s a nerd for his interests. He cooks well and keeps his home surprisingly tidy. He eats too much pizza for his own good. He’s too reckless for his own good.

“You seem really fond of him,” Lio’s told in the end. His roommate seems bemused, like he realized he’s accidentally stumbled upon something a bit too private. Lio ponders over his words for a moment. Well, yeah. He is fond of him. Otherwise he wouldn’t spend quite so much time with him, now would he?

“He’s been really good to me,” Lio says, hugging his elbows. “I hope to make it all up to him one day.”

“I’m sure you will!” His roommate assures, and he only smiles slightly in response.

“I’ll do my best.”

They engage in a little more small talk before Lio excuses himself, climbing on fully onto his bed and pulling the curtains shut. He lies on his side, pillow in his arms. Breathe in deeply, then out. Over and over.

He didn’t think he still remembers how to feel homesick.

xXx

The hardest part about fire training is arguably having to wake up at five in the morning to compete for the washrooms and shove breakfast down his throat within an hour.

Apart from that, though? Lio would say he’s doing pretty good. Physical training is tough, but he doesn’t think it’d kill him. He's used to physically demanding construction work, being almost constantly at it for five years. His current regimen might make use of completely different sets of muscles, but Lio’s long learnt to pace himself well and to avoid thinking of doing things like it’s a competition.

Most trainees seem to have been athletes as far as he can tell, all having the physiques one would expect to need for fire training. This also means that the younger ones in particular, are keen on showing off to one another throughout the first few days. Rivalries are declared and coarse encouragements are exchanged, and Lio can’t help marveling at how carefree youths could be, to treat job training like it’s some sort of social activity. They'll be stuck together for the next three months or so; he supposes it probably is worth building rapport among each other for the long term.

Speaking of rapport, Lio discovers the reason why his two other roommates left the room after a single look at him the night before. It turns out that they were trying to decide if Lio really is the Mad Burnish Lio, and upon finding out that he is and that the remaining guy is a huge fan, they just didn’t bother staying behind to watch him fanboy. It’s truly something Lio could never have imagined, but it’s nice to know that not every non-Burnish who recognizes him hates his guts. As insignificant as it is, it makes his chest feel just a little lighter.

Lio’s first week passes in a flurry of activities, each so new and energy-consuming that he could hardly stay upright at the end of each day. It’s almost impossible to muster enough focus to go over the textbook materials they’ll be quizzed on when he is uncomfortably aware of every muscle on his body and they are all aching. Lio has to admit that he does grow a little discouraged especially when the nightly headaches begin—until he remembers that even Galo has managed to pass the same program.

Now he definitely can’t lose. Even if it means developing a coffee addiction along with Meis and Gueira.

Sunday eventually rolls around, and Lio finishes his first driving lesson without a hitch. It’s just an online course about road rules and other such theoretical information regarding driving, held within the training facility’s computer lab over three hours. Lio’s supposed to revise the course contents over the week and pass the exam next Sunday if he wants to progress to the hands-on part of the lessons. He's not too worried about either; traffic rules seem straightforward enough to remember and he’s familiar with riding a motorcycle. He might be a little rusty after having not used his beloved Detroit for so long, but he’s confident he won’t fail. Mostly.

At any rate, that’s for future him to worry about. Present him exits the room with a slight, subconscious bounce in his steps, glad that his week is finally over. His heartbeat quickens just a little from anticipation as he heads toward the gates.

He hears the ruckus before he sees it. Galo’s standing to one side of the facility entrance, and he’s currently surrounded by a small group of excited firefighter trainees asking for autographs and training tips. He glances up just as Lio approaches, and his grin widens the moment he spots him.

“Sorry, you guys—I'll have to be going now!” he announces with an apologetic laugh. The trainees around him are fortunately understanding enough to instantly give him space, though they do give Lio strange looks when they realize he’s the one Galo’s been waiting for. The only one who speaks up is Lio’s roommate who also happens to be there, cheerfully telling him to have a great time and to be safe while he’s outside.

“Lio, you’ve made a friend!” Galo observes excitedly once they walk a bit further off to look for a place to eat. Lio wonders if it really is something that warrants that much disbelief in his voice.

“He’s my roommate,” he says, the corners of his lips curling upwards, nonetheless. “Kid’s pretty nice.”

“Look at you already going around getting along with people!!” Galo swings an arm across Lio’s shoulders in his enthusiasm. “You need to tell me everything that’s been going on while you were gone!!”

Lio’s now used to this sort of contact with him, their close proximity a comfort he realizes he misses just lately. He lets himself indulge in the moment for bit before protesting halfheartedly. “Galo, it’s hard to walk like this.”

“Right, right.” Galo withdraws his arm, and Lio bites back a wince when cold air immediately fills his absence. “Sorry, it just feels like I haven’t seen you in a while?”

“It’s only been a week,” Lio reminds him, though he can’t say he doesn’t understand. It’s only been a week, yet the sleepy mornings and quiet nights and soft “welcome home”s and “I’m home”s already feel so far gone. It feels like Lio hasn’t heard the jingle of Galo’s mobile game in forever, hasn’t humored Galo’s unpredictable energy spikes in a long while. His days have never felt quite complete ever since he left the apartment.

His days have never felt quite complete without Galo in them.

They keep up their idle chatter all the way until they find an eatery they both fancy. Lio waits until they’re seated and have made their orders before he continues sharing about the shenanigans he’s witnessed during fire training, the friendly rivalries going all around, the one time Gueira ingested so much coffee to study for a surprise quiz that he was out of it for the next day and a half. Galo’s a great listener as always, knowing well where and how to react, never shy about sharing his own anecdotes of mischief he’s seen and participated in back when he was training himself. It’s been quite a number of years since Galo attended the academy, yet so many things seem to remain unchanged. The system, the course contents, the facilities—and the trainee behaviors most of all.

Lio finds it all strangely fascinating.

“But all that aside,” Galo takes a sip of his melon soda, “I think you really are amazing, Lio.”

Lio doesn’t think he’ll ever be used to this compliment coming from Galo in particular. “What’s with that again, all of the sudden?”

“No, it’s just that it’s been on my mind for a while and—” Galo fiddles with his fingers, pausing a split second to gather his thoughts— “You’re already doing so well even though you looked so lost just a little more than a month ago! I’m just really glad that you seem to have found a goal again.”

“And who do you think helped me the most to get where I am now?” Lio places his elbow on the table and rests his chin against his palm, a lopsided smile across his lips as he gazes at Galo. “You’ll always be the most amazing one in my eyes, Galo. People look up to you, people strive to be like you. You stay true to yourself no matter what you face.”

And I’ve always thought that someone like me will never be worthy of staying by your side.

Galo frowns the moment he catches the words Lio muttered last, ready to argue when Lio speaks first.

“But I don’t want to give up,” he declares, adjusting his posture to sit a little straighter, a little prouder. “I’ll catch up to you soon enough.”

And at that, Galo grins, eyes bright. “I’ll be looking forward to that, then!”

Then as his elation fades, he seems to suddenly recall something. There’s a sly lilt to his voice when he speaks again. “Though, aren’t you being the romantic one this time, Lio?”

Lio gets the reference soon enough, and tilts his head in feigned innocence. “Why? Did it sound like a romantic confession?”

“Well, yeaaah.” Galo crosses his arms and squints, familiar enough with Lio by now to recognize certain signs indicating his verbal traps. “Kinda.”

Lio, on the other hand, isn’t nearly as bothered. “Good. I suppose it is one.”

...

“Huh?”

Lio remains calm, mostly because his brain hasn’t exactly caught up to his mouth just yet in the heat of the moment. He watches Galo’s reaction in fond amusement, heart beating just a tad faster as the words tumble out on their own, unrestrained as though freed by the realization that has finally dawned him.

“I’m in love with you, Galo.”

#promare #galolio #liogalo #lio fotia #galo thymos #lio meets a stan in this chapter my writing has really peaked hhhhhhhh #just a heads up but the next chapter will be the last one!!#feeling a bit bittersweet about it but i think itll be a good place to end _(:D #fanfiction

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tobioyusssss · 4 years

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HAIKYUU DATING SIM AU!

So ive gotten this sick idea of wanting to try out a fic that has the flows of like an otome game, where player-chan, (or in this case, reader-chan), gets to choose the choices layed out for them!! Since this is the first fic im gonna post on this new blog, so please be kind to me hehe 👉👈

♡ Prologue ♡

"Be sure to make friends, (Y/n)!" Your mother called out to you as you slipped your feet into your favourite pair of sneakers. You flashed her a warm smile and replied, "I will, mom! Be sure to welcome me warmly when I return!"

With that, you closed your front door and started walking towards your destination. A new year, new school, new people. Soft thumps on the ground made by your feet continuously hitting the pavement gave you a sense of peace as you tried to calm your nervous heart. Starting anew was never something you were comfortable with, meeting with a new environment with all kinds of people is overwhelming.

"Geez, relax, (Y/n)..." You mumbled to yourself, hands clutched to your chest where your heart was. You were occupied with all the possible scenarios of making a first impression running through your mind that you didn't notice a taller figure blocking your way.

"Umph!" You face planted into who knows what, and your arms automatically raised in surprise. Using the unknown person's broad chest to stabilize yourself, you slowly pushed your body away from them.

Gazing up, your eyes met with dark blue eyes, pretty like the deep sea. His hair was messily framing his face, making his attractive features stand out more. There was one last thing that you noticed though, he was definitely unpleased with the contact that happened between you two a moment prior.

"Wh-What are you staring at? Is there something on my face or something?"

You immediately shook your head no to answer his question. It's embarrassing to say but he's quite charming to the eyes. Not that you were gonna say that to his face directly or anything...Snapping out of your thoughts, you gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for running into you, I was caught up with my own thoughts that I didn't notice you were coming from the opposite way."

He gave a small shook of his head, a sign that you presumed meant he didn't mind. Before resuming on your way, you noticed that he was wearing a school attire similar to yours.

"Oh, you're a student from Karasuno High, right? I'm heading there for my first day today, the name's (L/n) (Y/n)," you stated to him.

You patiently waited for his response as he avoided eye contact with you.

"Kageyama Tobio."

'Ah, what a nice name, it has a good ring to it.' You thought.

"Okay then, Kageyama-san, it was nice meeting you! Maybe we'll see eachother more often at school, who knows?" You gave him one of your most heartwarming grins and fastened your grip to your bag. "I guess I'll be on my way-"

Before you could walk any further, he held onto your jacket's sleeves which halted your movements. You look at him confused but waited patiently for his answer.

"You're walking the wrong way, idiot..."

Your eyes grew wide at the realization, and at his sassy remark too. 'Did-did he just call me an idiot?'

You couldn't help but feel petty at his rudeness to you. Even though your inner demons were practically screaming at you to lunge at his throat to show this mf some respect, you decided to conceal your emotions. You were not gonna let him screw up your day by beating him up.

"Ah, was I?" You chuckled awkwardly, "I haven't been spending much time on the streets here, so I might have lost my way."

He merely nodded and lifted his finger to point to a direction in front of his line of view. "This is the right way."

You nodded and briefly said your thanks to him. You were about to continue your journey before he mentioned, "We can head there together, that'll prevent you from getting lost."

His offer surprised you, he doesn't seem like a bad guy. Sure, he was kinda rude before but he seems to be a genuine person overall. Though, walking to school with a boy can be kind of awkward...Moreover, you've just met him today and a friendship between you two isn't even blooming yet. On the other hand, maybe this is the right opportunity to start a friendship bond together?

Which choice shall it be?

Accept his offer || Decline his offer

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Okay, that's basically the intro done! So as you can see I've created two paths for you to choose from, and both will lead to different storylines! It'll be a surprise ride to the end! Anyway, I'll add the links to each choice later on when I've finished writing the continuation. Hope you enjoyed!!

#haikyuu #haikyuuimagines #haikyuu imagines #kageyamatobio #kageyama #tobio #volleyball #anime #otome #haikyuu x reader #imagines

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hufflepuffxfox · 4 years

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Long Past Dawn - Chapter 2

Title: Long Past Dawn Word Count: 1608 Pairings: This chapter - None Overall - Anxeit, Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile, Receit, Prinxieceit, DLAMP Main Characters: This chapter - Roman Sanders (Courval), Virgil Sanders (Veilchen) Other Characters: This Chapter - Plagg, Deceit Sanders, Nooroo, Warnings: Non-graphic fighting Story Summary: Miraculous Ladybug Sander Sides Cross overs - The Sides as Miraculous holders. No need to know Miraculous Ladybug, lore explained in story as it comes up. Paris is being plagued with monsters and villains, all sent but the evil Papillion Noir in order to draw out the Miraculous of Creation and Destruction. It is said to grant a wish to the person who wields both of them at once and he has a wish he needs granted. Roman Courval is your normal theater major – Well, if you consider becoming a masked superhero in times of need normal. But aside from that, he is just like every other student on campus, including a crush on Virgil Veilchen, spending too much time goofing around with his best friends Patton Venne and Logan Cato and worrying about his grades and just trying to survive college in a foreign citySee, completely normal. Saving Paris is just part of his life now. And honestly, he kinda likes it. Chapter Summary: Chat Noir meets his new teammate and together they take down Clean Master and after a quick talk part ways -- and we learn what became of Papillion. You can also read HERE on my AO3

Prologue Previous Chapter – Chapter 2 – Next chapter

Chapter 2 Monsters Much Bigger

Chat Noir watched as the red and black hero jumped in, eyes narrowed a little, nerves tight as this new person interacted with the akumitized victim. What was he doing? Just talking outright with it? This should be taken more seriously! And oh my god -- did he just try to wrap his yoyo around a creature made up of bubbles. There was nothing solid to hold on to. What an idiot.

He quickly jumped down from the roof he was one to the lamp post the new hero found himself hanging upside from; using his staff to pop the incoming bubble and then slid down it to land in front of the man and leaned in a little to purr in his ear. “Need some help, Punaise?”

Amber eyes opened and looked into dark brown. “Punaise?”

“You. And I am Chat Noir; your partner.” He reached out and gently tugged on the string of the yoyo to get the other free. “Have you called on your lucky charm yet?”

Punaise shook his head. “Maybe now would be a good time to do that.” He popped an incoming bubble with his staff. “Quickly?”

“I don’t know how…”

Chat Noir rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Just throw your hand in the air and call out ‘lucky charm’.”

The other made a face at his tone but did as he had instructed. “Lucky charm!” He nearly dropped the rope that fell from the sky.

“Rope?” Chat Noir frowned a little. “We can’t tie this thing up, Punaise...how is that going to help?”

“It’s not like I asked for rope.” Punaise snapped defensively, looking at the rope in his hands. He looked around the campus they were standing on and his eyes caught on the fountain and then the pile of dirt for the flowers that were being planted around it. “The rope isn’t for it. Come on.” He took off running and Chat Noir followed, frowning.

He watched as the new hero dunked the rope into the fountain and then threw it on the dirt before grabbing it out and running down the street, creating a dark, muddy trail. The Cat hero started to grin as he realized what was going to happen; sprinting to catch up as there was a roar from the creature. They had noticed the mess.

“Great thinking, Buggy. Now we just need to figure out where the akuma is and we can take this thing down.”

“Akuma?” He looked over as they ran.

“Yeah...Don’t know you know what we need to do?” He shook his head and Chat Noir groaned. “The akuma is what made the victim into the creature; Clean Master. It is an item usually. Something that may not look like it belongs or they are protecting. Keep an eye out for that.” Punaise nodded and kept running, leading the monster to the open space behind the arts building where a large fan was blowing out, leading the bubble creature to right in front of it.

As the creature struggled to maintain their composure in the intense air flow, it gave the two heroes a chance to study them.

“There!” Chat Noir pointed to the chest of the creature. Punaise looked and saw that he was pointing to a porcelain looking shape with a bright red mark in the center. “The akuma should be in there.”

“How do we get to it?” Chat Noir looked around for a moment, biting his lip. “Can you distract them? I think I can get to it if you can.” the other nodded and Chat Noir quickly moved back and jumped out of sight.

“Hey, Squeakers! Watch this!” Punaise lifted the dirty rope into the air and started to twirl it around, sending mud in every direction and making Clean Master cry out in anger as they noticed the growing mess. He jumped out of the way as a stream of bubbles flew at him.

He tried to see where the cat-like hero had vanished but couldn’t see him. “Come on Kitty…” He murmured, narrowly avoiding being hit by another stream of bubbles. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he got hit with those. He yelped as he had to jump and grab a tree branch to stop from being hit, at least people were staying clear of the area.

Suddenly he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and watched as a black and purple form launched itself from the roof of a building and right towards the heart of this creature. “Cataclysm!” He heard across the way and watched as a ball of black energy form in the other man’s hand he watched the creature notice him too late and the black ball collide with the object they had tagged as the most likely thing to hold the akuma. It split down the middle, cracking open and sending a little black butterfly fluttering out. Chat Noir dropped to the ground and looked up. “Catch it! In your yo-yo!”

Punaise gave him a look but pulled his yo-yo out and swung it around. It seemed to pull the butterfly in and capture it before falling back into his hands. He touched the top, eyes worried and then froze when the top opened up and a white butterfly flew out instead. He watched as the creature turned into a man, kneeling on the ground with a broken teacup in front of him.

Chat Noir walked over to him. “Well?”

“Well what?”

He couldn’t see the eyebrows past the mask but could tell one had arched up in question. “Well, aren’t you going to clean up? Jeez, don’t you know what you’re doing?”

“Clean up? How in the world am I suppose to clean all this up!”

The other hero rolled his eyes. “Throw your lucky charm in the air and say…” He bit his lip and coughed to cover up a laugh. “Well...Say ‘Miraculous Ladybug’.” He snorted.

“What’s do funny about that?” Punaise demanded.

“Just do the thing and we can have a quick talk.” A gloved hand flapped at him.

He rolled his eyes but tossed the rope up in the air, “Miraculous Ladybug!”

He watched as a stream of red and black bugs flew out and around, setting right the mess that had been made by the creature and fighting it. He grinned a little; that was pretty neat, pun intended.

Chat Noir moved over to help up the professor that had been kidnapped and the man that was gently picking up the now whole teacup. “I believe you two should talk.” He said simply before coming back over to the other. “And we should have a quick chat before we change back.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, totally.” Punaise followed Chat Noir to the small path between the art and science buildings.

“Since you are obviously new to this, I am going to recommend you talk to your kawami as soon as you can because you could have seriously gotten yourself killed and you are the only one who can the cleansing needed to the akuma. Here are some basics I know. One, I’m Chat Noir, I’ll be helping you. Two, we each have a one-time use ability per transformation. Your’s is Lucky Charm and mine is Cataclysm. Three, no matter what, you cannot lose or give up your miraculous.” He pointed to his own ring which let out a beeping sound when he did. “And finally, that means I have to go because I am about to transform back. We can never know each other’s identities, Punaise.”

“Coccinelle.” He corrected, stopping the other from leaving.

“What?”

“Coccinelle, not Punaise. Ladybugs aren’t all female so call me that. I’m not ashamed of that.” His eyes gleamed a little and Chat Noir looked at him for a moment until both their miraculous beeped, reminding him that he had to go.

“Okay then, Coccinelle...See you around.” And with that Chat Noir took off.

When he found an empty place to drop his guise he did so, heart beating quickly. The little floating black creature appeared in front of him. “Ohhhh, so that is our new Ladybug? Tikki is going to have so much fun with that one.” Plagg cackled, before looking to the human leaning against the building. “Cheese now?”

Virgil rolled his eyes and dug into his bag, pulling out a bit of cheese. “Here you go...Guess he didn’t get the same debriefing as you gave me.”

Plagg’s “He’s new to this.” was muffled by the food currently crammed into his mouth.

“I still don’t understand what you mean by that.” He muttered, shaking his head and opening up his hoddie a little. “Come on, we need to get back to class.” Once Plagg was safely hidden in his hoodie, Virgil took off back towards class, hoping the two guys behind him would be quieter now.

Somewhere else in the city, in a dark room, pale green eyes flashed dangerously as he transformed back into his own clothes, a small purple creature floating in front of him. “Looks like Master Wu picked his ladybug. Which means we can save Paon now...We just have to get their miraculouses.”

“But--”

“No.” he pulled the curtains closed and moved to leave the room. “We get the miraculous of creation and destruction and we get to change what happened. We will save Paon and everything will be right.” He walked out of the room, the kawami barely making it out before he shut the door and grabbed his hat. “Time to get to class.”

#Sanders Sides #Miraculous Ladybug #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Deceit Sanders #AUS are golden #Plagg #Nooroo #Ladybug Miraculous #Cat Miraculous #Butterfly Miraculous #My Writing #Fanfiction #Chapter 2

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