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pocket-luv101 · 3 years

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Lightning and Thunder || Vigilante AU

Fandom: Servamp Ship: Jekuni (Fem Mikuni)

Summary: Mikuni is the leader of the vigilantes. She decides to turn herself into C3 for the chance to speak with JeJe who is locked in their prison. (Jekuni, Fem Mikuni, Vigilante AU)

The Sun and The Moon || The Sky and The Sea || The Wallflower and The Mountain || (Lightning and Thunder)

“You’re an awful roommate, JeJe. I know you’re the silent type but you should be able to maintain a conversation. Won’t you answer me at least?” Mikuni asked the man in the jail cell across from hers. She sat on the steel bed and swung her legs. Her behaviour was so casual that others would think that she was merely sitting at a bus bench if they saw her.

Mikuni and JeJe were imprisoned in C3’s headquarters.

JeJe had been trapped in the underground prison for years with only his thoughts for company. The cell was designed to contain powerful mythical creatures who C3 called monsters. He was the only one placed in the lower level. Then, the guards brought Mikuni to the prison and locked her in the cell across from his. She didn’t appear dangerous but he knew that it was impossible to judge a person from a glance.

While she was a mystery to him, she seemed to know a lot about him. Mikuni had called him by his name even before he introduced himself. She continued to surprise him with her knowledge. “You grew up in France. Is that the reason you like pumpkin soup? It gives you a taste of home. That phase is a cliché but I understand the sentiment. Do you think they’ll cook us pumpkin soup if we order it?”

Once again, he didn’t respond to her. JeJe’s family had been targeted for their powers and he couldn’t help but feel a little wary of Mikuni. He doubted she simply wanted to know about his childhood in France. He didn’t know what she could want from him since they were both trapped by C3. It was nearly impossible for them to escape.

Mikuni wore a beautiful smile but he could see cunning and intelligence dancing in her brown eyes. She purposely poked him for a reaction. “It’s a shame you hide your face with those paper bags. Your red eyes are beautiful. If you’re insecure about a scar or something, you don’t need to be that way with me. I won’t be scared if you show me your scars.”

“My eyes aren’t red.” He said and he pulled his paper bag lower over his face. “You must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“So, you can talk. You wouldn’t talk to me for days and I was beginning to think that you lost your voice. I like your voice.” Mikuni grinned at him and he realized that he fell into her trap. She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the bars between them. She didn’t touch the bars because she knew they would’ve electrocuted her. She tilted her head at JeJe and repeated his name: “JeJe, third eldest of the Servamps and Punisher of the Doubtful. You never answered my pumpkin soup question.”

JeJe tried to deny who he was again but she merely rebutted him. “If you want to prove me wrong, you can break open your cell door, walk to me and show me your eyes. Red eyes are rare compared to other colours like brown or green. If you’re not from the Servamp family, it’s likely your eyes aren’t red. Prove me wrong, JeJe.”

“I can’t leave my cell and show you my eyes.” He doubted he could evade her questions any further and he thought it was better to play her game. JeJe didn’t know what her goal was but he couldn’t lose anything from speaking with her. He was also a little curious about who she was. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“I would love to tell you my name when people aren’t listening to us. C3 was able to capture you by discovering your identity and family. I can’t let that happen.” Mikuni nodded towards the security camera in the corner of the room. “Eavesdropping will be the least of their crimes. They didn’t have the decency to give us a larger room.”

She stepped back from the prison bars and sat on the concrete ground. Griffon wings burst from her back and she flapped them a few times. Several items fell to the ground but her large wings blocked them from the camera. JeJe couldn’t see anything she would be able to use to escape. “I knew it would be boring in C3 so I bought things to pass the time. Do you want a book? I have several.”

“You shouldn’t act so relaxed and casual in our situation. C3 has us captured on the lowest floor. They don’t care for mythical creatures like us.” He warned her. In response, she slid a book across the hall and it stopped at his feet. “I’ve heard the guards gossiping about you and how you’re the leader of the vigilantes. They’ll interrogate you for information soon.”

“Are you worried about me? That’s sweet, JeJe.” Mikuni’s smile never faltered as she combed her fingers through her feathers. “I turned myself in willingly. C3 may be arrogant but they’re not stupid. They know the only reason they can hold me here is because I’m cooperating. For the moment at least. I won’t give them information about the vigilantes I work with.”

“They’re probably searching for a way to force you to tell them about the vigilantes.” He was shocked to hear that she let herself be captured by C3. JeJe didn’t know why she would do so or what she had planned. “You shouldn’t underestimate C3. They’re ruthless.”

“C3 and I have that in common.” She shrugged in response. He couldn’t read her hard, brown eyes as she continued to say: “Gossip travels even to the lowest level of the prison. I overheard the guards say that this could be their only chance to interrogate me because I’ll take the opportunity to escape. They’re searching for the best way to force me to give them information. Until then, I can talk with you.”

“I don’t think I’m that interesting so you’ll be bored while you’re here.” JeJe picked up the book she slid to him. He flipped open the hardcover and his eyes fell onto the name printed neatly on the page, Mikuni. He didn’t know if it was truly her name and she didn’t seem like the type to carelessly give him information with C3 watching them.

“We don’t know how long we’ll be trapped here together. It’ll be awkward if I address you by ‘you’ all the time. Can I call you by a nickname?” He asked. His eyes fell onto the single loose braid she wore over her shoulder. “Rapunzel?”

“As long as you save me from this tower, JeJe.” She changed the pitch of her voice and laughed at her own exaggerated performance. He found himself smiling at her joke beneath his paper bag. They both knew that she could easily escape by herself.

Mikuni had brought a glass chessboard into the prison and they would play together often. He knew how to play chess and he would occasionally play with his brother but he was indifferent to the game. She seemed to enjoy it because she would ask him to play every day. He hadn’t been able to defeat her a single time yet he enjoyed playing with her.

“Knight to B3.” With the bars between them, he would tell her where to move the pawns. “Wait, I meant my other knight. That knight can’t even move to that space. You know that.”

“Look at that, your king is wide open now!” Mikuni stuck out her tongue at him. She teased him for a moment and then placed the knight back into its previous location. She looked over the board and hummed lightly. “You’re playing more aggressive than usual but you can’t commit to that strategy. A strategy where no one will be hurt… It doesn’t exist.”

“I know.” His voice was a small whisper but the silence carried it to her cell. In response, Mikuni moved her bishop to a free space and it was an obvious bait for his queen. Her strategy was often unpredictable and ruthless but he became better at predicting her next move. JeJe knew the type of person she was as the leader of the vigilante and a chess player. He was curious about who she was as a person.

“What’s your next move?” Mikuni’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own. “Why did you start the vigilante group?”

“I can give you the selfless hero answer that I want to protect mythical creatures from C3. There’s also the tragic backstory explanation of how C3 hurt my family and I want revenge. My favourite explanation to give people is that I’m a double agent for C3.” Mikuni’s practised smile didn’t give him a hint on what the truth could be. “I find it’s best for people to make assumptions of my motivations.”

“C3 has already discovered who you are and why you became a vigilante.” A third voice came between them. Mikuni circled her large wings around herself and the chessboard to hide it. The C3 member walked in front of her cell with a cart of food. Mikuni cursed how careless she was. She would watch the time to know when C3 would deliver their meals but she became absorbed in the game with JeJe.

She tucked the chessboard into her feathers and stood to take the tray of food from the man. Mikuni pressed a smile onto her face. She learned that it was best if people thought she was childish and eccentric. Her expression didn’t father when the man rattled the tray of food against the metal bars. Sparks of electricity fell onto the ground at her feet. The bars were designed to electrocute anyone who touched it and she knew his actions were to intimidate her.

“We found your identity, Mikuni Alicein. You changed your appearance and tried to delete your family history. C3 will also find the other vigilantes who work for you.” He taunted her. She didn’t outwardly react to his words but JeJe knew she must’ve been scared for her friends. “Your mother is a part of C3. You started your little vigilante group to get your mother’s attention.”

Without a word, Mikuni wrapped her hand around the metal bar. Electricity travelled through her body but she didn’t react to the pain. She redirected the lightning from her body and into the system controlling the bar. The lights above them burned brighter as her power began to overwhelm the system. The man took out his gun to stop her and she merely grinned at him.

“I came to find someone. They know I’m here but they’re not going to speak with me. There’s no reason for me to stay.” She lied. The lightbulbs exploded, raining sparks over them, and then the prison was pitched into darkness. The emergency lights quickly came on again but Mikuni was already gone.

JeJe stared at the empty cell in front of him. The only thing Mikuni had left behind was the chess set and the game they hadn’t finished. The hall was illuminated by a dull red glow from the emergency lights. He tilted his head back and listened to the sound of frantic footsteps through the roof. C3 was searching the building for Mikuni but it was difficult after she destroyed the power generator. “They’re going to lockdown the building as soon as the power is back on. You should run away while you still can.”

“I can say the same thing to you, JeJe.” Mikuni said. They sat with their backs to each other and he felt her heat against his body. They weren’t facing each other but JeJe could picture the confident smile she often wore. “They won’t look for me here. With the power out, C3 can’t spy on us with the cameras anymore. The backup generator is only linked to essential things like the lights and locks.”

“You lied to that man so he would tell the directors that you’re here for your mother.” He had only spent a short amount of time with her but he learned when she would lie to others. “Why did you turn yourself into C3? Why are you still here?”

“I like your hair. It was the first thing I noticed about you the night I was brought down here. Can I brush it?” She felt him shift behind her and she guessed that he had nodded. Mikuni turned around and combed her fingers through his dark hair. “You called me Rapunzel but my hair isn’t as long as my baby sister’s. I would brush her hair every night and talk. Those were simple times.”

Mikuni’s words trailed off as the memories returned to her. She leaned forward and she rested her forehead against his strong back. “I would brush her hair and she would brush my feathers. Mother hated my wings but my sister admired them. I wish I told Misono why we had to keep our wings a secret from mother. She was a director in C3 and Father never told her about his heritage.”

He didn’t know what she went through but he could hear the pain in her voice. “I know how painful it is to not be accepted by your family.”

“The Servamps haven’t abandoned you. Your brother, Snow Lily, begged me to save you. I would never take the risk to break into C3 to save one man but I was moved by Lily’s words. He really cares about you.” She said and let his hand slip from her fingers. Mikuni stood and walked around JeJe until they were facing. “The reason I started my vigilante group was to protect my baby sister. Now, I run it so families won’t be separated because of C3. Let’s go back to your family. So, Rapunzel JeJe, will you break out of this prison with me?”

“You’ve already decided that for us, haven’t you?” JeJe said and placed his hand in the one Mikuni held out to him.

#servamp #jekuni #envy pair #servamp jeje #mikuni alicein #fanfiction #fem mikuni

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kittensjonsa · 5 years

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Otherwise, Engaged

The Proposal AU

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

Part of Sansa had hoped it was all just an elaborate prank, some sick joke Jon was playing just for the sheer torture of seeing her squirm. She wouldn’t put it past him, though he probably didn’t care enough about her to come up with such a thing.

But no, there he was, standing in his usual grey trench and three piece suit, waiting for her at the departure gates.

Dammit Jon.

“You didn't think I'd show up did you?”

Sansa sighed. “Can we just go?”

Sansa took the liberty of booking first class seats on the flight to White Harbour, on Jon's credit card no less and made sure she ticked all the add-ons for herself for the three hour flight. If she couldn't bear the thought of Jon breathing next to her, at least she'd have a nice eye mask and ear plugs to shut him away. Some respite before the storm heading her way in Winterfell.

“By the way, this is for you,” Sansa handed him a binder, twenty pages full of all the information she had to share with Jon, of herself for the questioning awaiting them once they got back to the capital. She had spent all night researching the questions Qyburn might ask and figured it would just be so much easier getting all the answers for Jon. She didn't need anything on him, three years were enough - from what he liked to eat and drink, right down to his favourite pizza topping. Living together? Well, they didn’t and she’d rather not, to be honest, but she did own a spare key to his apartment, if that question ever came up. Perhaps, Sansa figured the neighbours wouldn't be an issue, they were familiar with her enough, though they probably assumed she was his housekeeper instead, with the amount of groceries she lugged to his house not to mention the dry cleaning, almost every week for three years.

“You studied Political Science? Who knew,” Jon leafed through the pages.

“Well, there is a lot you don't know about me so this will help. We have to convince Qyburn, remember? You know, since I don't want to end up in jail and all.”

“And you know everything to all these questions about me?”

Sansa nodded. “Scary isn't it?”

Actually no, Jon thought. In fact, it was comforting. That he shared his life with someone in some way, that he'd be remembered as a person.

“Any tattoos? Well, that's easy, none. Even I know this. I didn't peg you for the tattooed kind,” Jon chortled, going through the questions one by one.

“Well, don't be so smug. I'm pretty sure you have one.”

“Oh? How would you know that?”

“Your dermatologist called last week to confirm but you cancelled a session for Q- switch laser. So I googled it and found out it was for removing tattoos. So that means, you have one,” Sansa explained. It wasn't strange that she knew intimate details about Jon's personal life, it was strange that she was comfortable with it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in White Harbour airport shortly. Kindly return to your seats and fasten your seat belts,” the announcement came at the perfect time. Sansa could not stand another session of question and answers with Jon. She had a more important Q & A session to handle - with her family.

“I thought we're going to Winterfell?”

Sansa took a deep breath. “We are.”

Jon had never stepped foot in White Harbour before, hell, he had never been this far up North ever. The first thing that struck him was how cold it was and the trench coat along with the three piece suit he had on were worryingly inadequate. He had packed more of the same apart from some shirts and jeans. Besides Sansa didn't quite inform him to prepare, she wasn't really interested in talking to him, he gathered. But Jon took it in stride. Just two days to make it through. Two days.

“We're headed that way. I think my dad is picking us up. And please Jon … act normal.”

Jon put his hands up in defense. “When have I not been normal?”

“Can you not just.. be you? You're going to meet my family and all. So.. I don't know.. be nice maybe? For me at least?”

“I'm concerned that you don't think I'm nice. I am, you know. I just... don't show it very often.”

“Mmhmm. Sure.” You don't show it at all. Not to me.

It stung a little, oddly, hearing that from Sansa. Jon didn't really think of himself as the sensitive type; he was always dismissive of his own feelings, especially when they didn't make sense - but the plea from Sansa, her earnestness stirred something in him.

“Okay. All right. I promise to be the sweet doting dream fiancé. The best one, ever.”

Good lord, help us.

“There she is! Sansa!” excited voices called out in the midst of the crowd gathered at the arrival gates.

“Daddy! Gramps!” Sansa squealed and waved eagerly as she saw them.

“Oh, my girl! You're here! So good to see you!” an older gentleman held out his arms that Sansa leapt into. Jon figured this was Gramps. The birthday man. Another dark haired man stood next to him, a solemn but kind face joining in the hug. And that must be the father, Jon thought. Taking a deep breath, Jon stepped forward. Awkward meeting in three.. two.. one..

“Ah, and this must be-”

“Jon. Pleasure,” Jon stuck out his hand for a handshake. Their faces changed in seconds the moment they laid eyes on him. And they both looked at each other, then Sansa. Awkward was an understatement.

“So, Gramps, Dad.. this is Jon. My... fiance. You know the one I told you about yesterday.”

Silence. It lasted probably three seconds but to Jon it was the worst three seconds of his life. He was so out of his element here. How to act like a fiancé? Jon had absolutely zero idea.

“Well! Nice to finally meet you, Jon. Congratulations. I'm Ned, Sansa's dad.”

Sansa almost wanted to cry there and then. What a relief. Thanks, Dad.

“So this is who you were talking about? That someone who's coming along? Aww, my Sansa's all grown up now! A fiancé? What a great birthday present! I love it.” Gramps beamed as he gave Jon a friendly pat on the back.

Sansa was quietly relieved how well the first introductions were going. It was a good start so far. Two down, seven more to go.

“Let's go, everyone is waiting at home. They can't wait to see you, Sansa.”

“Aww, I miss everyone so much! I can't wait,” Sansa linked her arm with Ned as he grabbed her backpack and made their way to the parking lot.

It was a quaint little town, with small brownstones lining every street and avenue, shops with their open doors and everyone greeting everyone on every corner. It was so different from the hustle and bustle of the city. Despite the weather, it was warm, welcoming and cozy. And it was pleasant, to Jon's surprise.

The gentle folksy music playing on the radio almost lulled him to sleep as well as watching the streets pass by. However, Jon noticed something strange. Every shop they passed, at every corner had a Stark name on it. Stark Hardware, Stark Supermarket, Stark Auto; it went on and on as Jon peered from his window. Weird.

Jon looked over to Sansa who like him, was enjoying the scenery, seemingly oblivious to the town's obsession with the Stark name. Unless..

“So, Sansa? When were you going to tell me about all these family businesses?” Jon whispered to her.

Sansa narrowed her eyes at him. “You didn't ask.” You never ask me anything about me.

“The Starks have been in the North for a long time. The Starks used to live here many years ago. But now, White Harbour are where our relatives stay now. the Karstarks mostly,” Ned jumped in, overhearing the conversation.

“So, you still own all of them?” Jon was now more than curious. Sweet Sansa was more than just organising skills and impeccable timing. Jon realised there really was nothing else he knew of his assistant other than her name and her mobile number.

“Major shareholders, really.”

“Right. I see.” Jon turned to his side of the window and looked out again as they stopped at a red light. The Stark name was everywhere. Who are you people?

“Right here we are.” Ned announced as he pulled into a garage next to a dock. Jon didn't see any building in sight. Surely the hotel was around here somewhere.

“Thank you Ned. Let me just check where the hotel is real quick,” Jon fished out his phone to check the address of the hotel he had asked Sansa to book last minute. He was quite exhausted, cold and hungry. Some hot soup and a warm bed was perfect to end the day.

“Oh no, I'm so sorry we forgot to tell you but we cancelled your reservation. We do miss Sansa and we insisted that she come back home to stay. With us. And I suppose that includes you too, Jack. Besides.. you're family now." Ned chuckled. City people are so strange, he thought.

“Yeah, Jack. Hope you don't mind,” Gramps chipped in.

“It's Jon-”

“Come along now, our ride is just over here.”

“It's.. Jon,” Jon corrected - to no one in particular. Never mind. He had plenty of time to get to know the family.

White Harbour had been nice but Winterfell was nowhere in sight and there wasn't another airport they were getting to either. Where the hell are we?

Looking down where Gramps and Ned headed to - how he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

Sansa handed him her backpack. “Here you go, honey.”

“Wait.. what-”

“Come on sweetie! We've got a long day ahead of us,” Sansa taunted as she skipped over to Ned and Gramps, leaving Jon to deal with a couple of luggages and a large backpack.

Ned watched as Jon struggled towards them. “You sure he doesn't need help with that, sweetheart?”

“Nah, he doesn't let me do anything. That's just how he is.” Sansa giggled. This was going to be fun.

“Whoa.. hold on. Are we taking that?”

A sudden panic rose in him as Jon discovered what the 'ride' was - a tiny speedboat bobbing up and down the creaky dock.

“Sansa.. I-I think I have to tell you.. I'm not good on water.. I mean.. I- I can't.” Jon stopped as Sansa climbed down a rickety ladder.

“Can't what? Swim?”

Jon gulped, nodding.

“Well.. okay. Hence.. the boat? We're not actually swimming there to Winterfell you know. The water's freezing.”

She's enjoying this, Jon thought. There was no winning anything with her the next couple of days. Jon had to get ready to face that, in not getting his way. Just get through it, you wuss.

“All right. Fine.”

“Here. You can wear my life jacket,” Gramps offered a tired looking life vest as Jon steadied himself and inched his way to the boat.

The boat ride was smooth enough though Jon had to hold on for dear life despite being well seated in the middle and not at all near the edge. It brought back memories of a time, when he was twelve and fell into a lake and cried, when he thought what felt like a lake monster nipping at his legs. His mother had assured him it really was just old tree vines. He still cried nonetheless. It wasn't so much of being afraid of water that bothered him. It was more of what was underneath that scared him more.

“See? That wasn't so bad was it?” Sansa tapped his shoulder as the boat slowed down to a stop.

She has no idea.

“All right folks! Welcome to Winterfell,” Ned said as a large stately mansion drifted into view. Jon's jaw dropped, watching how the vista never seemed to end. It was a castle.

“So.. you're rich.”

Sansa gave a dismissal wave. “I'm not rich. My parents are.”

“Uh huh. That's the kind of thing only rich people would say.”

“Ugh Jon, whatever. Move it will you? My grandpa is faster than you are.” Sansa elbowed him as they got out of the boat.

“You know, I really do miss you calling me Mr Snow.”

Sansa frowned. “Nope. It's weird calling my fiance that. Besides, you're on my turf now. I can call you whatever I like. Poo-poo head.”

You little..

It was proving to be a trying time for Jon. And it was just the beginning.

“So sweetie, I have to tell you - now that you're back and all, your Mom wanted to put together a welcoming party."

Sansa opened her mouth to object. “Oh no, Dad-”

“I know, I know.. I said no but you know her. And now that you're bringing a guest and all,” Ned readied them as they all made their way to the house.

Sansa wanted to throw up. Oh my god. Everyone in Winterfell is going to be there. Turn back!

All Sansa wanted to do was turn back around and fly back to the capital. This was not in the plan at all.

“But Dad, you guys didn't have to.. I mean a welcoming party? A bit much isn't it?”

Lying to her family was one thing. She was preparing herself for that. But lying to the whole town? No.

Oh no, Jon thought the same. A welcoming party?

Ready they were not. They hadn’t even hashed out their own little story yet; maybe he could win them over with a bit of charm, but Jon still wasn't certain if he could convince Sansa's entire village that he was her fiance.

Jon pulled on his vest, it had suddenly become very hot and uncomfortable. Right now, he thought, being deported and retiring early doesn’t seem like a bad thing at all.

This was going to be a very tough weekend indeed.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #the proposal au #fave movies au #modern jonsa au #jon and sansa figuring things out #fake engagement au #chapter 4

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flightofaqrow · 3 years

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adult conversation

qrow x Libra Stirling ( @hvithale ) [fade to black]

“Oh I bet I have better stories than you, though how appropriate they are-” Libra glances around with a small chuckle and a wide grin, “for this setting remains to be seen.” A wink, “come by my place some time for those stories if you’re interested, I’d be happy to make you blush.”

“hey, i’ve got the time, if you do.”

Libra is tattoos and feathers, heavy mistral forests and starry skies, hunting and foraging, family and fire, and so many things familiar - so many things that have always made it easier to be around her, to not push away, because they are already part of him too. she has seen and handled much of the world and its troubles, and qrow’s just buzzed enough to let himself believe that maybe, maybe, she can handle him too. that maybe, in the way she so focuses on him first, she might even want to, “i’d like to see you try.”

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all the other hims are flirting with their crushes and here he is just stuck tryna manage at least 3 new kids. universe why.

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“I can flirt if you’re feeling left out”

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“sweetheart, i’d take any type of normal adult conversation right about now. these kids are a real buncha greenhorns this year, i’m about at wits end.”

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“Normal adult conversation it is then.”

“…”

“It occurs to me- I don’t think I know what passes for normal anymore.”

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“heh. ain’t that the truth.”

he finally takes a sweet, sweet sip from his flask. it ain’t fresh, nor does it go down smooth, but it does the trick.

“how ‘bout you just keep talkin’”

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“You like my voice that much do you?”

There’s a chuckle, and her shoulders lean back against the wall, hands casually resting in her pockets.

“Well, maybe I’ll just indulge you then.”

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“i like words that make sense,” he grins with a tilt of his head, “so yeah, i’d say your voice counts.”

a few beats pass, but she doesn’t seem to own up to the indulging part yet. his eyes sharpen in something between a plea and a taunt, “c’mon you’re always full of good stories. almost as good as mine.”

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“Oh I bet I have better stories than you, though how appropriate they are-” she glances around with a small chuckle and a wide grin, “for this setting remains to be seen.”

“Ah but the chaos my students have gotten up to in the past- Do you know i have to bail at least one student out of jail a semester? well, not have to- but i’d rather have students in class than a holding cell.”

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lips, brows, his whole face makes challenging angles enough that he doesn’t even have to make the argument nor the question with words. he wants to say setting doesn’t even matter - his luck would still likely have someone stumbling in or knocking on a door at the most inopportune time - but he keeps that to himself too.

“jail? heh, i’d actually find that harder to believe if i wasn’t that kid back in my day. although, every semester sounds like a pretty elevated stat. what are you teachin’ those kids? …or not teachin’ em. if Leo’s smart, maybe he’ll introduce an elective in gettin’ away with stuff.”

honestly, how did they ever let him become a teacher.

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A wink, “come by my place some time for those stories if you’re interested, I’d be happy to make you blush,” cheeky bird even sticks her tongue out to tease him.

“It’s different kids each time, a lot of them are kids from the streets, or kids from outside the kingdom, trying to prove something of themselves or show off, I cause plenty of problems for Atlas in my time so I get it. I remember one time though there was some sort of street festival going on and one whole teams worth of students, I shit you not, stole the dragon costume and danced it away. Turns out they took it to go visit an orphanage most of them grew up at.”

It’s clear that she wasn’t demeaning the students like one probably should in a situation, “they were great kids, I get letters from a few of them still. One has a daughter of his own now, promised to send her my way for school if she wanted to hunt.”

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“hey, i’ve got the time, if you do.”

words answer with confidence, but dilated eyes with surprise-softened corners stare at her mouth and betray him. something about the audacity of an esteemed colleague, a forty-something woman, sticking her tongue out at him like some child hits him deep in the gut, even beyond the implications which don’t fly over his head. the shell of prior conceptions begin to crack. he caps his flask and drops it back in his shirt pocket.

he asked for stories to distract him, but they’re suddenly very difficult to pay attention to.

“that’s… cute.” the orphanage gift and the promise of legacy students, he means. mostly.

“getting into a little trouble’s worth it every now and then, huh?” he winks back.

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“You only know how to get out of trouble when you’ve been in it to your ears my mom used to tell me.” The shape of her smile changes just so, still fond, still soft, but tender for something that was, not for something that could be. “And looking at me- that’s been quite a pile of trouble.”

Was she just talking about how tall she was? Or was it the scars visible and peeking from her clothes? Perhaps it was whatever she’d so carefully covered on her neck with the band of her garment. Where will he look, what is his first inclination she wonders, what does he think of her? Teal eyes scan his face to find her answers, but she feels she doesn’t have to search long.

He’s softer looking behind closed doors isn’t he? Scar-notched lips pull into a lopsided little smirk, “Something on you mind, Qrow?”

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that may or may not be an invitation, but qrow takes it as one - to look at her. his gaze openly falls and rises again, taking her in from head to toe as he draws a few steps closer. red eyes never linger too long in one place along their travels, yet burn bright with intention the entire way, framed by the raise of his brows.

Libra is tattoos and feathers, heavy mistral forests and starry skies, hunting and foraging, family and fire, and so many things familiar - so many things that have always made it easier to be around her, to not push away, because they are already part of him too. she is raven, but pure and white, covered in scars which speak of a true survivor’s heart rather than the cowardice of retreat. she is beautiful, if you ask him anyway, and in her entirety.

like she had said, she has seen and handled much of the world and its troubles, and he’s just buzzed enough to let himself believe that maybe, maybe, she can handle him too. that maybe, in the way she so focuses on him first, she might even want to.

conviction recovers his confidence. one shoulder leans against the wall with her, next to her, pressing just beyond the bounds of appropriate personal space.

“mind isn’t the exact word i’d use at this point, sweetheart. you keep promising to make me blush. i’d like to see you try.”

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Well as long as he’s comfortable making the first move.

“Sweetheart huh?” Her arms cross over her chest, one finger tapping her chin in what’s a blatant move to direct his eyes to her lips still quirked in a smirk, “Keep calling me that and I might start to get ideas you know.” And just like that, with a little shift of her shoulders, she’s slid and closed the gap between them, shoulder to shoulder.

“And I don’t think I promised you anything, Stretch.” Libra leans her head over, falling just short of his cheek but the fine length of her hair spilled in part over his shoulder and down his chest. “I suggested that my stories could make you blush, a challenge as it were.”

She smells faintly of something sweet, apple or honey perhaps? Some sort of floral in her shampoo even. Delicate strands of hair float almost like a spider’s web on the faint breath of air stirred by the schools air conditioning, ghostly threads whispering past his neck. And all at once she’s righting herself and standing up, taking her warmth and soft hair away with her-

Only to surround him the next moment when her palms flatten against the wall behind him, one just beside his cheek and the other near his elbow. She left him a window to escape through, and beyond the sudden shift in her proximity to him she wasn’t coming off as threatening to the best of her ability. Her tail swishes quietly, one side to the other as lips draw up to his enough that a wayward motion could bring them together.

“Lets see if that sweetheart tastes as good on your lips as it sounds, hmm?”

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qrow follows her lead, takes what is offered. eyes follow movement, arms and chest and finger before they land right where Libra wants. gentle touches, gentle weight on his body kicks up the rate of his breathing, making it even easier to inhale saccharine scent so perfectly suited to such a sweet woman.

no, she hadn’t promised anything, that’s true. but turn of phrase still made his point. actions contradict any of her complaints.

hairs on his neck rise at the brush of hers, sending goosebumps all the way down his arms until the flush of his skin overpowers the flush in his head. or so he thought… she sends it spinning with her own turn; in an instant, makes him forget everything but his body hitting the wall and her body coming closer with her face right in front of his, and the desire to have that hair draped again over the rest of him, to close the distance between their mouths, to drown in a body instead of bottle for just one night. his heart doesn’t leap - it doesn’t really ever do that - but he can feel it pounding in place against his sternum.

he’s pinned well in place whether she uses both arms or not. eyes which snapped wide at the sheer suddenness of it stay that way from growing excitement. he doesn’t usually need to lift his gaze to meet a woman’s but doing so brings quite a thrill, especially with the delectable phrase which follows.

it has been so damn long, there’s part of him that doubts this is actually happening. his hands remain against the wall; tense as they are with the drive to touch, he resists. some doubt of she’s just teasing aches in the back of his skull. but her breath against his cheeks and the gentle rustle of her tail grounds him, and liquid courage helps him press on.

“promise. challenge. whatever,” his head tilts not quite enough to kiss her, but his lips slide against hers with his words. for the moment, he gives what she asks, no more and no less, in gruff, breathy timbre, “i accept. sweetheart.”

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She lets him get the last ‘sweet’ part out before catching his lips on her own. She was no starved beast, sinking her teeth in with hungry abandon, but the touch is anything but chaste. There’s a small split in her lower lip, and part of her soft lips are uneven from where a sunburn had left parts of it peeled and patchy, but they are no less supple against his.

Intent lies in her mouth, this wasn’t going to be something quick and breezy, but drawn out and delicious if she was going to have her way about it. Teal eyes have closed with the connection of their lips, she wants to drink him in blind first, to let other senses indulge in what her eyes have been treated to, besides all she cared to see right now she could feel through their kisses.

Eventually lips have to part, sucking in colder air for breath as a dawdling tongue slips over his lip as a tease of more to come. “Who knew second-hand whiskey could taste that nice?”

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she imparts the kind of kiss that means business; their business and no one else’s. Libra may not be starved, but years have passed since qrow last felt the warmth of willing lips against his own, and any moisture tastes like an oasis amid such an arid spell.

he’d have her no other way. some cracks around the edges means the ones he leaves won’t devastate something more pristine. it scrapes pleasantly along his mouth all the way down to his insides, and the tips of short nails scratch harder into the wall with self-control. he knows her kind of body language, too - a woman who wants to be in charge. reigning in impulses too often rewarded growing up never came easy for him, but he believes he makes the right decision and continues to. he really doesn’t want to mess this up.

he doesn’t want to hurt his already skewed chances. he doesn’t want to lose another friend.

if Libra feels anything in her search of qrow, it is how his mouth moves with hers and not against - lets her guide, lead, take what she wants; for all his voice sasses and argues, his body stays silent until aroused by her will and touch. his eyes close by only half; unwilling yet to give up even one sense to experience this woman with.

the tease of her tongue draws out a sharp exhale which almost reaches a whine pitch, and one tiny step of selfishness has his chin leaning after her retreat in futile chase.

qrow eases the ache left on his bottom lip by dragging it under his teeth as his lungs race desperately to keep up with his heart. usually, his drinking didn’t exactly earn him compliments. her words buzz over his skin like that whiskey does beneath. he breathes relief in something akin to a laugh, “…heh.”

he straightens his spine and finally dares to bring one hand to rest featherlight on Libra’s hip. no matter how big haven might be, walls confine them with too many other people. “…we could share some more at your place.”

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“We could,” comes an agreement, punctuated by a languid kiss, “We will,” follows after with another kiss to chase it and still she hasn’t moved out of his space, though the exits she left him are still open and present. She notably doesn’t refute his touch either.

Stray strands of hair brush past his skin again as she leans closer now, past his lips and to his ear, one hand reaching between them to carefully pinch the cross at his throat, tapping his sternum with her knuckle. “Don’t be scared now, you can touch me.” The cord goes more taught for only a moment before she releases his necklace and returns her hand to the wall just over his hip.

Warm breath bathes his jaw as lips and teeth briefly catch his earlobe while a low, throaty chuckle rumbles beside him. “Wouldn’t have to wait that long, my office is upstairs. Could be fun like that, who knows.”

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warmth. qrow feels warm and hot in all the right places; flushed from alcohol dilation, from Libra’s body, her hair, her breath, her touch, her kisses, and her words. all of it like qrow perches comfortably without a care in the world in a sun-bathed orchard, and yet the cold shiver throughout his body makes sense. what a delightful place to be tonight.

light-headed, he leans back against the wall, bracing against the rapturous rush of it all. pulls her with him by the lips and the backward tug of his necklace as lovely raven toys with something shiny.

grip tightens as she teases him, until - at her permission - fingers dip under hems and push aside belts to find flesh and dig in, grab her and draw her closer against his body.

qrow is not afraid, he is cautious. knows what a mess this kind of thing can get him in, but Libra is not fragile, nor ignorant, nor innocent. every move she makes and every wicked way she riles him up suggests pure passion without expectation. no intention to trap him. they’re having fun.

his chest heaves, and an excited hiss sucks through teeth when she nibbles at him next; he nips a trail down the skin of her neck in return.

my office is upstairs. Could be fun like that, who knows.

“it could,” with less blood in his brain as all her attention makes qrow swell in several places, he can only find words enough to parrot, “we should.” the tilt of his hips into hers punctuates sudden impatience before he loosens his hold so she can lead on...

#* warmth as vehemently inevitable as the pain = hvithale *#* we may not be the brightest in the galaxy but we're here and we matter = starry skies *#* we got work to do = ic *#* i gave you my life = past *#* how do you think legends and fairy tales get started? = thread archive *#* save that for when you're older = suggestive *#man did i have to do some hunting to gather these with the different blog tags lmao

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westportroleplay · 6 years

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RALEIGH MONROE --

Birthdate: June 12th, 1989 ( 28 ) Gender and Pronouns: Male, he/him Hometown: Westport, Georgia Neighborhood: Downtown Occupation: Mechanic Face-claim: Scott Eastwood Trigger Warnings: Alcoholism, Mentions of Murder.

BIOGRAPHY --

Sometimes a family doesn’t consist of the parents. Sometimes it’s just a little boy and the gang of people his father was close friends with. It’s hard to picture a boy being in a bar at such a young age working on his homework while two dudes were escorting some intoxicated guy out, but that’s how it worked. He went to the public school every morning on the bus and came home to get his bike before going to the bar. It was there he learned everything he knows now. That ranges from knowing how to pick a lock, how to get blood out of clothes, and then ending the night with a perfect Old Fashion. Though they never really used the word gang, everyone else in Westport called them the Reapers and so it stuck. And soon enough the gang had matching jackets with a design of a skull on the back and the name. It was sort of a taunt at the idea of everyone being afraid of them, making it known that they weren’t going to let the town control them. Raleigh’s mother in her drunken state had always said he was never suppose to join the gang and follow in his dad’s footsteps. How if he did join then he’d only lead his life down a path that would only lead to destruction and jail time like his father was serving. The boy rarely knew his father for the man was in prison for twenty years. He was charged with first degree murder. His parents weren’t the best type of people to raise a child. His mother is a heavy alcoholic and had Raleigh taken away from her when he was younger. The boy had stayed with a foster family for a few days until the paperwork got settled out and his whole life was spent living at his aunt’s house.

Now his aunt and uncle were the usual parents. They didn’t have too many rules to follow and was only expecting him to do the bare minimum. They knew about his father’s involvement with the Reapers and weren’t exactly on board with him joining, but it seemed like they didn’t have a say. The Reapers kept him safe and helped him finish his homework and everything that was needed for him to grow academically. That was really all what his aunt and his uncle wanted – him to be successful. Was it not the most loving thing to be striving for with a young boy? Yes. Did they know that? Also, yes. His aunt and uncle were only there for legal reasons as Raleigh would put it. As Raleigh grew older and finally went into high school, it was when things had started to change. The boy never really had any friends outside of the Reapers. He was considered the “bad boy” at school and soon enough, he decided to fit the stereotype. A beat up motorcycle and a change into his Reaper jacket and boots, his slicked back hair self had taken the new identity with pride. He still did well in school, that would never change as long as his aunt and uncle had a say. Of course, college was never in anyone’s mind for the boy knew he’d never afford it or pay off the loans. Plus, he’d never had that money hanging over his head if he asked his aunt and uncle for some help.

Soon enough, the new image had stirred up an interest in someone Raleigh had never thought would come his way. Miss Alexis Hawthorne, the darling of Midway City High School, was one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. The most popular girl had seemed to have everything – a nice set of friends, a loving family, plenty of extra school activities to fill up college applications, and clearly a better life than him. He had quickly grown curious when she started to pay more attention to him. She already had a boyfriend at the time, one of the cliche jocks you see in movies. He couldn’t see really any reason as to why she’d give him the time of day until he was invited to her birthday party. He wasn’t going to go until one of the ladies at the bar had pulled him away to get him dressed up. She was gushing up a storm about how he had something with a girl. He couldn’t say no when everyone was excited for him and kept pushing him to go out with some other people his age and see what it was like. In the end of it all, he had come home with a bloody nose and his favorite shirt ruined. It was worth it, though. Alexis’s current boyfriend was being an asshole and so Raleigh had picked a fight with him. In the long run, that night started a relationship he didn’t see ever happening between the darling and the bad boy of Midway City High.

Surprisingly enough, the relationship had lasted longer than anyone would think. Though the two were opposites, it seemed as if they fit together perfectly. A unconventional relationship, but they only opinion that mattered was their own. Raleigh had fallen in love with her and so he took the next step in his life, he had gone to a community college only a town away and got his degree in mechanics. It was something simple, but it kept him afloat. He was now able to get something right in his life with having a stable job and a girl he could see himself marrying. As cliche as it sounded, he couldn’t see his life being any better than now. But for the Monroe family, a simple family of three who had only known the dirt from getting kicked into it so many times, it wasn’t long before the lady of fate would come around again. She had taken it into her hands to make Raleigh remember who was in charge. His Alexis had turned up missing just a day or two after he saw her. Surely, it was all a joke and the girl would come back home after maybe spending a night or two out. But those days had turned into weeks and there was still no sign of her coming back. The poor boy was harassed by the police, the press, and even the town. They were demanding him to release Alexis. He was taken in for questioning while they searched his house, his aunt and uncle’s place, and even his mother’s home. And when his alibi checked out and the girl wasn’t found anywhere near Raleigh’s residence, did they finally move onto checking the other towns around them. His life had turned into a living nightmare which seemed to never end. And maybe it wouldn’t end until Alexis came home – if she did.

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( + ) daring, earnest, loyal. ( - ) fragile, hot headed, rigid.

#all #male #scott eastwood #raleigh monroe #downtown

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feyria · 6 years

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Yet another bnha oc~

Name: Yozaki Torabiru

Nickname: Neko and Zaki

Villain Name: Bakeneko

Age: 26

Gender: male

Sexuality: Asexual

Personality: Sly and calculating, Yozaki likes to speak to others as if he knows something they don't. Most of the time he has absolutely no idea but he enjoys getting on others' nerves all the same. He can be considered as laid back or aloof, rarely getting mad and almost always seen with a grin or smirk on his face. As cliche as it is, Yozaki does drop the occasional cat pun, but only occasionally when he is feeling any intense emotion. Yozaki really just enjoys causing general havoc in the middle of the night, normally when its cloudy or under a new moon. He tends to appear from nowhere, his crimes ranging from petty theft to arson and even attempted murder. After having his fun or when heroes begin to show up, Yozaki disappears down alleys or inside parks. His quirk and clothing give him the advantage when it comes to running away.

Likes: Surprisingly, Yozaki likes dogs and even has one as a pet. Creating trouble in every and any way possible. He likes to collect nice rocks that he finds for the simple reason in that they just catch his attention.

Dislikes: How heroes that only work for money or fame are deemed heroes while he was considered a borderline criminal for trying to help others without a license.

Strengths: Cunning and extremely sneaky, Yozaki can make a quick get away and outwit most police officers as well as a good number of heroes. Clever enough to not fall for most baits or traps. Yozaki can handle his anger very well and even when infuriated, he can keep himself from lashing out in a way that will play him into his enemies hands.

Weaknesses: Though he can keep his anger under a tight lid, he does hold grudges and it is nearly impossible for him to forgive someone. He could be dying and still refuse help just because he dislikes the person. Very bitter towards heroes, Yozaki is a loose cannon that just barely works with others. There is always the small question of when he will turn on other villains as well just to have more fun.

Appearance: Yozaki is fairly tall, standing at 6'5' with a decently muscular build similar to Bakugo and Todoroki. His hair is short, black and typically slicked back; Yozaki has olive colored skin. His pale yellow eyes have a thin shape as if he always has them narrowed. He wears rounded rectangular glasses, the lense frames only cover the bottom halves and are red in color. He doesn't wear shoes, his mutation quirk gives his feet extra padding to protect them from the rough floor. The padding is very similar to the pads on a cat's paws; he also has black cat ears on the sides of his head instead of human ears along with a sleek black tail about four feet in length.

Standard Clothes: Yozaki likes to wear casual clothing like form fitting black jeans with a black long sleeved shirt and a black sweater vest on top. Most of his wardrobe consists of dark colors like blue, purple and black. Flannel shirts are something he wears on the rare days that he doesn't feel like leaving his home.

Costume: Yozaki wears a tight fitting black long-sleeved shirt with a red-gold armor vest on top and black and red cargo pants with extra padding on the sides and knees to protect against damage. He has red and gold armor wrapped around his tail that stops two inches from the tip and two inches from the base. He has similar armor placed on the back of his ears. He keeps smoke bombs, lock picks, handcuffs, razor blades, a taser and various other weapons in the pockets of his pants.

Weapons/Gadgets: Silver, red and gold gauntlets with steel claws, they fit his whole hands like gloves and have a steel plate extension that covers his forearm about an inch below his elbows. The gauntlets have metal plates on the tips of his fingers as well as a portion of his palm similar to the pads on a cat's paw. The plates can become heated or magnetic with the flip of a switch on the back of the gauntlets.

Swim: Absolutely hates water so he doesn't have a swim suit.

Sleep: Because it's much more comfortable for him Yozaki prefers to sleep either nude or with just grey boxers on.

Winter: Surprisingly weak to the cold, Yozaki wears oversized fur sweaters, a scarf around his neck, fluffy ski caps, and jeans. He even wears shoes if it's snowing.

Formal: he doesn't attend formal events so he doesn't own anything particularly fancy. If he does attend one, he'll just go in his favorite outfit of form fitting black jeans and a long sleeved black shirt.

*Who would they? Fall for: As wild and erratic as Yozaki can be, he prefers someone that is more down to earth and grounded. A level headed rock to help him relax and unwind after causing trouble. He likes knowledgeable types, those that prefer to fight their battles with common sense and quick with over pure brute force. If they can keep up with his quips and playful taunting, all the better for him in his book.

Befriend: Extremely picky about those he chooses to spend more than ten minutes around, Yozaki only befriends a person after determining that they will not hold him back from having fun. He enjoys being around a person that really doesn't care what he does no matter how twisted it is. It's even better for him if that person likes to cause trouble as much as he does.

Hate: Heroes like Endeavor and MT. lady, people that only care for their reputation. Those that try to ruin his twisted games and the police force. Yozaki really can't stand a person that follows the way society works; a person that believes anything is illegal if the culprit doesn't possess the proper licenses even if they are doing the right thing.

Respect: Yozaki can respect those that don't turn a blind eye to the cruelty of the world. Those that don't try to sugar coat their words or actions. Someone like Stain would be the type of person Yozaki respects, he might have even admired the hero killer for a bit.

Rival: Yozaki doesn't believe in rivals as he has no competitive spirit at all. He sees life as a playground and he's just there to have fun. The only thing he is ever serious about is showing heroes how efficient and cunning he can be, what they ended up missing out on when they labeled him a criminal in his early days.

Hobbies/Skills: Yozaki likes to brand his victims with the heated plates on his gauntlets, leaving paw shaped burns on their body. Collecting nice rocks and precious jewels that he steals.

*How they Act Towards Romantic Interests: A huge cuddler, Yozaki loves to initiate physical contact with those that he is in a relationship with. He doesn't go much farther than hugs, cuddles or laying on them. He also likes to bring gifts whenever he can; mainly jewels he steals or something specific that the other person enjoys. He can't cook to save his life but he still tries for them any way. Yozaki is a shameless flirt, showering his love interest with cringey pick up lines and embarrassing dirty talk.

Acquaintances: Yozaki likes to be off on his own most of the time so any acquaintances he has he rarely speaks to unless he's bored or stuck near them for some time. Anything he does say to them is normally carefully worded to get a reaction out of them and if he likes how they respond, he may hang around them more often.

Towards Friends/Close Friends: For those that manage to hold his attention long enough, Yozaki tries to get them to join him on his night time "games" of causing trouble in the cities. He drops the habit of trying to annoy them unless he's in a bad mood. Otherwise he just hangs around them, lounging about or snacking on something to pass the time.

Rivals: Since he doesn't see anyone as a rival, Yozaki treats them the same way he treats acquaintances, he only speaks to them when necessary and most of it is baited speech as he tries to annoy them for fun.

Towards Enemies: Yozaki is vicious with his enemies, nearly going out of his way to find any and every weakness on them and relentlessly exploiting them. He doesn't hesitate to end their life if he's given the chance but he tends to fail because he tries to drag it out, giving others a chance to come to the rescue.

Towards Iconic Figures: With no one other than Stain to admire, Yozaki doesn't see anyone else as iconic so there's no change in how he acts. Unless that iconic figure is a hero that others admire, then Yozaki makes it his mission to physically break them and show the public just how weak they can be under pressure.

Meeting Strangers: Most of the time when Yozaki meets a stranger it's someone he is getting ready to attack or rob but he still may say a random sentence with little to no meaning, normally a way to distract them or catch them off guard. If it's another villain or someone that happens to like trouble, then Yozaki is just friendly enough to introduce himself before taking off.

When Facing Fears: Yozaki doesn't have many fears but when facing any of them, he tends to get angry with himself for being afraid in the first place. He becomes reckless and nearly twice as more likely to make a horribly simple mistake. He more or less goes on autopilot with only two things in mind: fight off the fear or escape from it.

In a life changing situation: Yozaki considers every major event in his life as one that could change up his whole way of living. He takes everything in stride, regardless of how dangerous it can be to himself, he really just enjoys living in the moment. That's not to say that he doesn't fear death or things similar to it, it's more that he will try to go out with a bang- taking anyone else with him in the process.

History: Yozaki originally started out as a vigilante after being rejected from U.A, taking down criminals under the cover of darkness but that changed when he was caught. He was forced to spend a week in jail after ignoring multiple warnings from other heroes. He believed they were just bluffing, after all, he was helping them stop crime. He never understood how it could be considered illegal when he wasn't even severely hurting the perps. Nevertheless, after the week in prison, Yozaki began to hold a grudge against heroes and the whole society. He would still punish criminals, but as they continuously reprimanded him instead of thanking him for his help, he began to branch out damaging the surrounding area and any hero who tried to stop him. The final straw that pushed him completely over the edge was when he helped saved three other heroes from a villain tag team that had used hostages as bait. The heroes never thanked him for the help even though they nearly died and to make the whole matter worse, they treated him like he was part of the duo villain group. They believed his rescuing them had gone off entirely too smoothly, almost as if it were planned and they very nearly arrested him as well. He was able to escape from them but ever since then, Yozaki has despised heroes and all they stand for. He stopped playing vigilante and went full criminal, commiting any illegal act that could pop into his head and playing cat and mouse with the heroes or police force that may come after him. His favorite phrase is, "you don't need a license to have my brand of fun!"

Ethnicity/Nationality: Yozaki was born and raised in Japan, around Shinjuku to be exact.

Fighting Style: His fighting style really depends on who exactly he's fighting. Most of the time he goes for an ambush, sneaking up on his victims under the cover of darkness. Depending on his mood he'll either try to end them quickly or torment them until he's satisfied, using his strength to pin them down.

Habits: he likes to run his fingers through his hair when bored or thinking of ways to cause trouble. The first thing he does when he gets home every day is to dig through his rock and precious gem collection. It's not that he thinks anything has been stolen, it's more that he just really enjoys looking through them.

Family: Tanzaki Torabiru(father)- he's the one that Yozaki inherited the cat quirk from. He knows his son is a villain but has long since given up on trying to get him to stop. He also has no idea where to find him as Yozaki broke off from all contact years ago.

Mizumi Torabiru (mother)- Yozaki inherited his stretching quirk from her. She also tried to get Yozaki to quit his devious ways up until Stain came about. The whole situation with the hero killer helped her understand why Yozaki did what he did, even if it was way past the extreme level.

Residence: Thanks to all the trouble he likes to cause, Yozaki now has to live either on the run or on the low. He currently lives in a pretty run down neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. It's a small studio home with an even smaller bathroom and kitchen. He has a sofa bed, a small flat screen TV equipped with the most basic of cable and a laptop he stole a while back. It's not much but Yozaki is more than satisfied with it.

Musical Themes: Demi Lovato- sorry not sorry (no matter how many times I listen to this song, I always think of Yozaki)

Quotes: "I wanted to be a hero once...turns out being bad is a hella lot more fun!", "Why be a simple cat burglar when I can be a CAT-tastrophe??", "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" "In this crappy society it doesn't matter what you do, if you don't have the 'right documents' for it, you may as well be a villain- that's how this shitty world sees it!"

Quirk Name: Stretch cat

Type: mutation as well as transformation

Description: stretch cat is a two part quirk, the first being that he has cat-like features: a cat's tail, cat ears, whiskers, pupils that dilate and retract depending on sunlight, retractable claws on his hands and feet, and soft pads on his hands and feet as well (inherited from his father). The second part of his quirk is that he can stretch any of his limbs (arms, legs and tail)up to three feet from his body. The downside is that they don't give him extra strength, he has to work and build muscle on his body as well as increase his endurance (inherited from his mother) Overusing his quirk is similar to overusing any muscle: it causes pain, soreness, burning and he could even pull or tear something if he gets carried away. He displays some cat-like behaviors as well: purring, hissing, letting the odd meow or two slip past his lips and, of course, having better reflexes.

Strengths: Enhanced reflexes give Yozaki the upper hand in close combat fights, his reaction time is impeccable and he can easily dodge some dangerous blows. With the stretch ability, he can turn a close quarters fight into a long ranged one on his end. His ears and eyes also give him the upper hand at night with slightly better vision but not as perfect as a cat's while he ears raise his hearing level.

Weaknesses: His ears and whiskers are very sensitive to pain so he tends to fight in a way to protect them. A good hit to one of those areas will cause him to either flinch away or become stunned for a few crucial seconds. He's gone through mental and endurance training to fight this but there's still a good 50% chance that he will be caught off guard.

Main Skills:

Caudal whiplash: Yozaki lashes his target with his tail three times in succession. He attacks with his tail stretched taut to maximize the damage, the third strike having a 65% chance of drawing blood at the cost of causing pain to himself.

Branding paw: flips the switch to heat the metal plates on his gauntlets before going on a near reckless attack against his target. The metal plates can heat to a scorching 450° degrees but to keep from burning himself, Yozaki only keeps the heat on for twenty seconds, not including the heating and cooling down times. Takes a good ten seconds to fully heat and another ten to cool down.

Spider-cat escape tool: flips the switch to activate the magnetic force in his metal paw plates so he can scale most steel surfaces. The magnet itself is strong enough to support his weight so he doesn't lift his hands to climb, instead he slides his hands up in a shuffle motion. It saves him energy until he's ready to deactivate the force.

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