#vigilante hacker past !!

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Phantom of Gotham 10

Chapter 9

After breakfast, Tim, Damian and Danny went on the tour while Jason went to check out the library. It was Jason code for ‘I’ll be in the manor if you need me, but I’m avoiding Bruce’, and Tim appreciated that. It also gave him time to send Jason the files he’d uncovered about Danny. 

Unsurprisingly, Danny wasn’t from Gotham. Surprisingly, Danny had come to Gotham under a fake identity, one so well hidden even Tim wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t paying attention. The person who set Danny’s backstory was a great hacker, and Tim absently wondered if it had been Danny, despite the lack of computer coding classes in the boy’s schedule. He knew Danny was more proficient at chemistry and engineering. 

Nevertheless, Danny Folson was actually Daniel Fenton. He was from Amity Park Illinois, supposedly the most haunted place in the world. Just by reading that fun fact, Tim knew it wasn’t a coincidence that both Danny and Phantom had shown up around the same time, and berated himself for not noticing it sooner. He wasn’t exactly sure what their relationship was, or who was protecting who, but it was obvious Danny was a runaway. The only mystery now was what-or who- he was running from. 

Tim’s running theory is the parents, especially when he found the missing persons report filed by one Jack and Maddie Fenton, the town’s ghost hunters. Brushing off the creepiness of that, Tim dove deeper into the Fentons and found out they’d published a lot of papers about ghost portals, realms, ectoplasm, ghost biology, and worse, weapons. Based on their obviously biased research, Tim was not too surprised that they had invented more weapons and capture gear than anything else. It was worrisome, given that they had a rivalry with ghosts, yet their son was on the run with one. Or at least they were in contact with one another. 

Danny’s past was a big puzzle Tim was itching to put together, especially when they had more information on the GIW and Phantom because of it. Apparently, since Danny’s disappearance, the Fenton’s had partnered with the GIW. After all of Tim’s research on the GIW, he couldn’t help but be suspicious that so many people in Amity Park seemed to be aware of the ghosts, when no one else had any clue. Even the Justice League didn’t have any records on ghosts like Phantom, and Tim knew Bruce had gotten in contact with Constantine on the matter. 

Reading all of this in his phone, Jason grimaced. Danny had runaway from his weapon-obsessed ghost-hunting parents to Gotham a the same time an actual ghost showed up. Based on Tim’s reports, Danny running away had no catalyst, no big event for why. Jason could guess it had something to do with ghosts, but other than the GIW and his parents, the actual existence of ghosts were considered a hoax to everyone else in the world. 

The vigilante’s theory was that Danny ran after meeting Phantom, but still. Jason could tell something was off. Phantom had mentioned there were a few halfas in hiding, which, without knowing how they came to be or what their abilities are, it would be difficult to find them. Then again, Tim had thought Danny could possibly be one. It would explain running away from his parents who hated anything to do with ghosts. But Jason and Tim didn’t find any evidence of meta abilities besides a slower than usual heartbeat, possible resistance to cold, and lack of appetite. All of those could be just regular human quirks though. 

For now, they needed to talk to Phantom. If Danny turned out to be a halfa, they needed to find out how to help keep him safe and healthy. No doubt being homeless put a strain on his body, and given that there were only three halvas around, they could assume no one knew exactly how to treat them medically. Jason sighed running a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to think about what could have happened to turn Danny into a half-ghost. It hit a bit too close to home for him, and he wasn’t sure how he felt.

Messaging Tim, they confirmed that they’d keep an eye out for Phantom tonight. With Bruce and Dick off to who knows where to stop some sort of magical snowstorm responsible for all the snow in Gotham, it would just be the three of them out tonight. Alfred would keep an eye out for Danny while they were gone, and Jason knew no one would come take the kid at the manor. Not with the bats security system. 

Bruce and Dick had found out about the snowstorm the same day it happened, given that it was unusual for winter to start so early with so much at once. They hadn’t given out details but Jason was pretty sure it was a ploy from Dr. Freeze. If anything, they should be done by tonight, Jason suspected. Freeze was simple enough to handle. 

Jason skimmed through Danny’s files again, committing it to memory. It seemed the kid had pretty good grades up until two years ago. After that, it was mostly Cs and poor attendance. Possibly when the ghost thing started, or when Danny became a halfa. Jason did note that the kid hadn’t had any sort of checkup at a doctor since he was seven and had to go for a broken arm. Looking at his sibling, he could tell that she more or less took care of the kid when she could. Jasmine Fenton, currently attending college in Illinois, not too far from Amity Park. Considering her major in psychology, he could infer that she was not onboard with her parent’s ghostly obsessions. It was a strong possibility that she had helped Danny get out of Amity. For now though, they’d have to talk to Phantom first before interrogating the kid. 

A quick text from Tim had Jason putting his phone away and picking up the book he’d been reading, looking towards the door expectantly. He wasn’t surprised in the least to see that Damain and Danny had somehow turned the tour into a race. The two skidded to a stop in the middle of the library while Tim followed leisurely behind, a bit exasperated. 

“I win,”Damian claimed, puffing out his chest. Danny stood up straighter, adopting a thoughtful look. 

“I dunno, I feel like I might’ve won that time,” Danny said, stroking his non-existent beard. “Tim? Who do you think?”

“Drake was not even paying attention,”Damian grumbled, scowling at Danny. 

“Since I value my life, I’m gonna have to say Damian won,”Tim said, collapsing into a red beanbag chair. Damian nodded with a smirk, and Danny pouted. 

“Alright, but I’ll get you next time,”Danny vowed. He went to sit in a green beanbag chair, only for Jason to catch his attention. “Jason, right? Whatcha reading?” 

“Jane Austen,”Jason said, flipping the book to show Danny the cover. 

“Ah, Pride and Prejudice,”Danny nodded sagely. Jason perked up at the reaction whale Tim and Damian rolled their eyes. 

“You’ve read it?” Jason asked casually. Danny made a so-so movement with his hand. 

“I read the version that was retold as a guinea pig picture book,”Danny said, like that was normal. Jason and the others gave him a bewildered look. 

“What?”Damian asked incredulously, while Tim was typing on his phone, no doubt to search if such a thing existed. It did. Tim made a noise of vague interest, and sent it to Jason’s phone. 

“I think it’s called ‘A guinea pig pride and prejudice, but it might not be too different to the normal version,”Danny said, oblivious to the look on Jason’s face. “Anyway, Tim said you’d join us for videogames?”

“As soon as I burn whatever book you’re talking about, sure,”Jason shook his head, getting up. “Which games are we talking about?”

“Mario Kart,”Tim called from his beanbag. Danny stuck out a hand to help him up, and effortlessly picked Tim out of the beanbag, much to Tim’s surprise. “Whoa, you’re stronger than you look.”

“I’ll have you know that short people can also be strong,”Danny sniffed. “I just forget sometimes that people can’t handle my raw strength,”Danny said, gesturing to his frankly abysmal muscles. 

Damian snorted. “I would highly doubt anyone would be impressed by a fishbone such as yourself.”

“Yeah kiddo, you look like a light breeze could knock you over,”Jason joked. The three of them made their way down to the game room as they talked, Danny getting more exasperated. 

“I’m telling you, I’m stronger than I look, promise,” Danny laughed. “I bet I could even beat Tim in an arm wrestle.”

The three brothers snorted. “Bet,”Tim smirked. He knew he looked kind of scrawny from afar, but because of his night job, he had amassed a lot of muscle. 

“I can’t wait to see this,”Jason laughed. “If you beat Tim you can stay here as long as you want.”

“As much as I hate to agree with Drake,”Damian scoffed,”There’s no way you’ll beat him.”

“Oh I see, ye of little faith,”Danny hopped on his toes, grinning. “I think you’re just scared.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Sure, I’m so scared of you and your noodle arms.”

Before Dnany could retort, they’d made it to the game room. “Woah, does this mansion have everything? Is that an arcade game?”

“Yep,”Jason said, grasping the teen’s shoulders and leading him to a table. “Now arm wrestle Timmy. You can’t make a claim like that without following through.”

Danny laughed, standing opposite to Tim at the table. “Alright alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He joked as they got into position. 

“Three, two, one,”Jason counted off, and the two arms gave a bit of a jolt before standing still in the middle. Tim looked baffled, while Danny had a grin. “Come on Timbo, are you even trying?”

“I.. am.. What the-” Tim gritted out, and stopped talking when their arms moved slowly in Danny’s winning side. Their hands briefly touched the table before they relaxed, and Jason broke out into a loud laugh. 

Meanwhile, Damian shook his head. “I knew you were weak, Drake, but now you’re just pitiful,”Damian scowled.

“Wha- No, he’s actually really strong! I’m not kidding, how the heck-”Tim sputtered.

“I told you,”Danny said smugly, crossing his arms. 

“Me next,”Jason grinned, and Danny nodded. 

“Okay, no offense, but I think you could lift my whole body with just one arm, so I don’t think this is very fair,”Danny said, choosing to ignore how Tim and Damian started arm wrestling at a different table to see who was srongest.  

“Why, you scared?” Jason teased as Danny gripped his hand. He startled a bit at how cold Danny’s hands felt. 

“Nah,”Danny said easily. He knew if he’d used more ghost strength it would look suspicious. ”I can at least give you a run for your money.”

The arm wrestle started and while Jason still won, he did so a lot slower than he would have against Tim or Damian. Jason laughed. “You’re pretty strong though, I’ll give you that.”

“Hey, as long as I beat Tim, my life goals have been met,”Danny laughed. “Now what’s Mario Kart? I’ve never played.”

Suffice to say, they were all cramped in the game room for hours until Alfred came to collect them for lunchtime. Despite the siblings previous reluctance to hang out together before, they found that they were pleasantly content to get along with Danny around. Jason brushed it off as everyone behaving for the new kid, but it felt nice to forget about all drama for a while. 

“Did you notice how cold his hands were?” Tim whispered to Jason once Damian and Danny were occupied with vegetarian sandwiches. Jason nodded, knowing Tim would add it to his ever-growing file. Looks like their halfa theory was becoming true.”And he’s strong, could be a meta ability.”

“You’re just a sore loser,”Jason whispered back, only to get a scowl back. He grinned, patting Tim on the back before joining the shorter two for sandwiches. 

“You’re vegetarian as well?” Damian was asking. 

“Yea,”Danny said between bites. Looking at his plate, Jason only saw half a sandwich and resolved to get the kid to eat another one by the time lunch was over. “My friend is an ultra-recylo-vegetarian, and she finally convinced me,”Danny explained. It definitely wasn’t because he regularly saw ghosts that resembled corpses, and that meat had started to remind him of that a little too much. “I don’t mind it, but I’d just prefer not to eat meat when I can.”

Damian nodded sagely, giving Tim and Jason a look. “I am glad at least one other person here is sensible.” 

Danny laughed,”My friend Tucker was horrified when I told him. Are you the only vegetarian at the manor?”

“I am,” Damian said. 

“Not for lack of trying,”Tim added under his breath. Then louder, he added,”You should try the cucumber sandwiches, Alfred makes them the best.” He said, grabbing one and putting it on Danny’s plate. 

“I don’t think I’m that hungry,”Danny joked, nervously. Jason patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. 

“You’re skin and bones, kid,”Jason lectured. “An extra sandwich won’t hurt ya.”

Danny gave him a confused look, but ate as much as he could anyway. He really didn’t feel hungry, but maybe he was acting too suspicious? Danny thought to himself. It just felt weird to eat when he didn’t feel hungry, and he wasn’t sure how his ghostly side was even affecting what he ate. Honestly he didn’t even know if he needed to eat anymore. Jazz would kill him if he tried to test that theory though, so he stuck to munching on the delicious sandwich while the siblings bickered. His core hummed quietly at the feeling of being included with the family. 

He’d miss them when he left. 

Chapter 11

#Phantom of gotham #dcxdp #dpxdc #Danny Phantom

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Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Will they both make it out of paradise alive?

Tags: Canon-Typical ViolenceGun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love. Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches

Music recommendation: Ultraviolet by Stiff Dylans

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

One of Vigilante's most obvious characteristics was his recklessness. And this lack of self-preservation and complete disregard of the possible consequences of his actions ensured that Harcourt was almost always pissed at him for some reason or another - whether it was his tendency towards stupidity or how he constantly was nothing other than his annoying self.

Harcourt didn't like Vigilante. It was a fact. She put up with him, of course, as there wasn't really any other way around it. He'd wedged himself into this group and was not leaving at any moment. That didn't mean she had to be nice about it. Especially when he was messing up constantly. Like, right now...

"You're a walking fucking disaster! How the absolute fuck did you get injuried again?" She yelled, looking at him through narrow eyes as the blood seeped from beneath his torn sleeve in a slow but steady trickle.

"She got me." He nodded his head towards the dead body beside him, which had once been a woman who happened to have a very full chest and a butterfly shaped alien thing in her brain. "She got me good."

The injury had occurred because both Peacemaker and Vigilante had been distracted thanks to the boobs. Before her death, the butterfly had thrown an ornate letter opener from the stationary set in this very fancy office that had plunged its way into Vigilante's bicep, and she was swiftly rewarded by Harcourt's bullet in her brain. Why, oh why, did she always have to deal with these two dumbasses? Couldn't they, you know, stop with the whole zero braincell bullshit when they were on missions?

Out of missions? Fine. They could go around town and do whatever useless shit they wanted to. But on missions? And her missions specifically? Well, the fact that they didn't focus was becoming an insult. Harcourt was the leader of these fucking things. If either of those two himbos messed up, it was her reputation as a strategist and as a person who was goddamn good at her job that was on the line.

Was it a smart idea to take the 'boss' mantle from Murn? With each passing mission, Harcourt was seriously beginning to regret her choice. Sometimes, she couldn't even rely on Leota to help keep the boys on track.

"That's a shame. She had a great rack," Adebayo commented once she saw the big breasted corpse. Emilia's eyes flashed with something akin to anger before she managed to hide it behind her usual poker face, but Leota saw straight through it. "I know, I know, feminism and stuff about being more than our bodies - which I agree with, obviously - but those bazongas are stellar. It has to be said."

"No. No, it doesn't though. It doesn't have to be said."

From their earpieces, they heard John question, "Who's got a great rack?" over comms. Harcourt was surrounded by idiots on all sides, it seemed.

"You want me to take a pic?" Peacemaker patted himself down in search of his phone, which was quickly ripped from his fingers before he could even try. "Hey!"

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

With all the information transferred onto a USB that Economos would have to do his hacker shit to get past the encrypted files, the mission was over. They'd gotten what they need to. The extraction team could go home and not see each other for a while, which was something that Emilia desperately needed. Time away from these assholes was the only thing on her mind, so she began the walk back to the RV with a departing and very disapproving snarl to her teammates.

Peacemaker, ever the Harcourt simp, pushed Vigilante to encourage him to start following after her so that he didn't look so whipped when he did the same. As he made contact with Vigilante's shoulder, Chris accidentally touched Adrian's wound and he yelped loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Ah, sorry, dude."

"Don't worry, man. It doesn't even hurt."

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

Adebayo was last out. She looked over her shoulder and saluted. "Thanks for your boob service, soldier," she stated as she left. Keeya wasn't even going to believe how good they were.

When they were all back at the van, each member of the group had their own things to do. Chris was rustling a crisp packet out of the passenger's side window to get Eagly to follow the vehicle. Leota was in the process of changing out of her blood-soaked clothes in the tiny RV bathroom, which was a real test of flexibility. John was driving. And Adrian was pitifully sighing every two seconds in an attempt so that Peacemaker would pay attention to him and help him patch up his shoulder.

Somebody had to help the bleeding idiot out. Emilia was the only one left. Fuck. She didn't want to. She really didn't want to interact with him when she had the chance to put headphones on and disassociate until they got back to HQ. But... she couldn't let him injure himself further. He was an effective member of the team and it would be best if he didn't give himself an infection.

"Don't say a word."

She snatched the antiseptic wipe out of his hand and cleaned his wound haphazardly. Honestly, she didn't care if she was being too rough. He was fucking annoying her and, well, she wasn't afraid to show it.

"Ow, ow, ow, what the fuck?" He whined, swatting weakly at her hands but Harcourt wasn't budging. "Be careful with those man hands of yours."

If looks could kill, Adrian would've been dead so long ago. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case and, therefore, Harcourt just ignored him instead and continued her ministrations, muttering, "Shut the fuck up," which she knew was going to be ignored anyway.

After cleaning the wound up a bit, she grabbed the needle and Adrian swore he saw his life flash before his eyes. Was this the moment that Harcourt went crazy and finally sewed his mouth shut? She'd threatened to do it before. He'd pushed her so far. Shit. Shit. Oh shit. He swallowed and shut his eyes tightly, bracing himself for whatever came next.

But, Harcourt just began to stitch his skin together - albeit begrudgingly - and blocked out Adrian's borderline embarrassing whimpers of pain. He was loud so it was hard to ignore. Still, he could help but stammer out, "Fuck. I wish we had a nice nurse instead of this shit. You wouldn't have to patch me up then," and, for once, the dumbass had a good point.

Leota was the best when it came to first aid, but she wasn't a nurse by any means. The group had often got into scrapes and dumbass fights, and it was rare that they got out of them without a cut or a broken bone or two. So, yeah, a 'nice nurse' would be a godsend. And, even better, Emilia had the perfect candidate in mind.

As soon as they got to HQ, Harcourt ordered everyone home so she could pace around Henenlotter Video in peace and think how she would bring the idea up with Y/N, mentally preparing the conversation in her head. It's not as if Y/N was difficult to talk to, quite the contrary actually, but Emilia knew that Y/N got out of the game so did she really want to be the one responsible for bringing her back in.

There was no harm in asking, right? All it was was a phone call. It was Y/N's choice.

"What do you want, Meeley?" was the first thing that Y/N said as she picked up the call.

Emila let out a chuckle at the nickname. Only two people in the entire world were allowed to call Harcourt anything other than her name - her father was six feet under so it was unlikely that he was going to say anything to anyone anytime soon - so it was a very exclusive club.

"What makes you think I want something? Can't I just call to check up on you?"

"Are you checking up on me?"

"Maybe."

Y/N laughed. The pair had always been able to understand each other without saying much. Their minds were wired that way, the two of them. There was little doubt in Emilia's mind that Y/N knew exactly why the call was happening, and that was only confirmed when she said, "Okay, I'll play along." The smile was evident in her tone.

"How are you?"

"A child threw up on my shoes today," Y/N answered dryly. "So I've spent most of my time since I got home from work unpuking my sneakers."

"Sounds thrilling."

"Yeah, I'm really living it up over here."

"I bet."

There was silence. It stretched on for another couple of moments, both women waiting for the other to give in to the inevitable. Neither of them wanted to be the first, but they both knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Pleasantries had never been their thing anyway, so why would they bother wasting their breath.

Finally, Y/N sighed and asked, "What's the gig?" Emilia had won.

"Medical aid on my strike team."

"When do I start?"

"How fast can you get to Charlton County?"

"I'll see you tomorrow."

That was it. The job had been accepted with exceptional ease. In fact, it almost seemed like Y/N already expected she'd be pulled back into the biz at some point, so why not be pulled back in by Harcourt of all people?

Just as she said, Y/N was in Evergreen by the next day. Her time as a 'normal person' had consisted of waking up every day at 7 to work as a kindergarten teacher and she was giving that up at the drop of a hat. She'd called into work to inform them that she was leaving, which must've seemed abrupt to her employers and, if she were being honest, she felt a little shitty for doing it over the phone. Plus, she'd given them such short notice, which was a dick move.

It wasn't like she needed the reference, though. Emilia knew how she worked. Technically, one of her first jobs at the DEO (Department of Extranormal Operations) was acquired through nepotism since Emilia had been the one who put her forward for it.

Walking through the doors of the gross looking building that The 11th Street Kids used for their base, Y/N looked totally out of place. She wore comfortable jeans, a flowing button up and rounded spectacles. She looked like a kindergarten teacher, well, because she was. Had been.

"Hey lady! I think you've got the wrong place!" Chris exclaimed. It's not a super secret base if just any innocent looking woman can walk in. Henenlotter Video had stopped being a renting store more than a decade ago when all the other blockbuster type establishments did. There was no way she was looking to rent a video 2023.

Adrian had been in another room. Harcourt had gotten tired of his constant yapping and forced him to sort some of the files in the back office out, which was totally unneeded and tedious by design. As soon as he heard Peacemaker's calls, he ran in, gun in hand and ready to fire at the first sign of trouble. 'Would be a shame to shoot that face,' he thought as he took in the sight of this intruder.

"Woah, put the gun down, hot stuff," she urged, nonchalantly raising her hands to either side of her head. She nodded towards the guy in the spectacles "I'm assuming that's Vigilante."

"What?! No!"

"That's totally him," Chris shrugged casually.

Y/N slowly lowered a hand, assuring them, "Harcourt told me to," as she rifled through her back pocket to pull out a post it note that she'd hastily written all the information Emilia had given her the night before and read it, "Patch up the, uh, idiot named Vigilante."

Oh boy, being injured was going to get a lot more fun for Vigilante now. It was so cool that Harcourt had given in and given him a sexy nurse. He'd fantasised about this moment. Still, he retorted, "I'm not an idiot."

"Her words, not mine."

Emilia, with John hot on her heels, entered from her office and was rather surprised by the standoff going on before her eyes. She glanced between her three employees, a sigh leaving her lips as she shook her head. "Adrian, put the gun away."

He obeyed immediately, but didn't look happy about it and crossed his arms with a pout. Harcourt gave him a glare, almost like a mother disciplining her child when they don't greet a guest in a polite way. Adrian huffed and let his arms drop to his sides. He was adorable, Y/N realised, and immediately chastised herself as she was about to infantilize an actual serial murderer.

"Take him to the back office and redo his stitches."

Saluting her new boss, Y/N waited for Vigilante to move in their intended direction - she had no fucking clue where she was going - and followed after him once he got the memo, which was when John caught his eye and nodded his head to gesture for him to lead this newcomer to the back office.

Chris, John and Leota - who'd just walked in from their lunch run - all watched as Vigilante opened the door wide, let the pretty girl walk in before him and look over his shoulder to catch Peacemaker's eye. He was rewarded with a suggestive thumbs up from his buddy, one of which Chris was harshly slapped on the bicep by his boss for.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Stop being a pig!"

"Not for me, for him! His type! His type, not mine."

Chris was practically squealing whilst trying to defend himself to the woman he had to look so far down to observe. Harcourt is like a chihuahua, small but fierce and willing to bite if given the opportunity.

"She's nerdy-hot. He's crazy for those." Leota added as she began handing out the food. "You didn't think that part through, did you?"

No. Emilia hadn't. "He's crazy. Period."

On the other side of the door, Adrian was pretending that he couldn't hear his friends talking about him through the door - which was a situation he'd been through way too many times for his liking throughout his life - and haphazardly jumped to sit up on one of the filing cabinets, his butt creating a loud thud against the metal once he made contact. Yet, that sound was overwhelmed by what would become a very familiar one to Y/N from this point on.

Thanks to his energetic display, Adrian had managed to knock over the pile of case files that was to the right of him and were stacked in a wobbly 7ft tower. That was what he'd been doing when she'd first arrived. There were a lot of case files (most of which were classified and mostly contained lots of pages filled with redacted black blocks) and he'd barely gotten halfway into putting them back in the cabinet in alphabetical order like he'd been told to. Honestly, he often wondered why they even bothered with the files in the first place. It was an unnecessary paper trail.

A bunch of binders fell directly onto his shoulder, causing him to whine out, move way too quickly, and rip his stitches, which made another, even louder and pitiful whine come from his mouth. "Motherfucker!" he swore while clutching at his shoulder tightly.

Yes, he was in pain and that sucks. But also, it was kind of funny. Y/N had a hard time not laughing at him, which was unprofessional, but still, she let out a huff of laughter and was rewarded with a glare. "Sorry. Sorry." She calmed herself. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Go for it."

After carefully moving some of the files off his lap, she pulled some gloves on and waited for him to take his cardigan off so that she could take a look at the wound. Stupidly, he'd decided to wear a long sleeved shirt and 'unfortunately' had to take it off. 'Hot' was the one she would use to describe what she was seeing, and cut that thought short before it got more detailed.

And sure enough, there was a circular thumb sized hole in his bicep that was beginning to bleed again.

"Is it okay if I touch you? I mean, it will be pretty difficult for me to fix you up if you say no... it's nice to ask beforehand."

"Yeah, sure. Touch me all you want. I'd love you to." He paused to clarify, "As in, I'd love to not be bleeding anymore. Not that you should jerk me off or anything."

Despite how he was acting, Adrian didn't mind being alone with this woman. She was nice to look at and, so far, she seemed generally nice. No other members of the team ever asked before touching him. She didn't even get offended at his slip up. Adebayo would've called him a perv, and Harcourt probably would've swatted at him.

As she examined the wound, Y/N teased, "Well, I wouldn't want to show favouritism on my first day, would I?" and any sign of his previous grumpy mood had vanished, replacing it was a goofy, wide smile with pink blush that was far too obvious against his pale skin.

Weird. He felt the need to blurt out, "I'm Adrian. My name is Adrian, w-what's yours?"

"I'm Y/N."

"Good name." He could feel heat rising to his ears. Shit, was it noticeable? Hopefully not.

"You feeling warm?" She brought the back of her hand to his forehead due to his sudden change in hue. Her eyes darted from his bright, almost sparkling green eyes to his flushed cheeks as he gave her a slight nod. His head was definitely a little warm. "Have you been feverish at all since the injury?"

"Uh...no."

"Tell me if you do, okay? Infections are a real bastard to deal with."

"Okay."

She moved to find the first aid kit Emilia had told her they owned to find a banged up old box with huge dents and rust around the edges with a 'Medical Shit' sign hastily stuck on a diagonal along the top. Inside wasn't any better. It was only the bare essentials. Thread. Bandage. And three remaining needles. Luckily, Y/N had prepared for this as, in her experience (especially with Emilia), secret agent types are careless when it comes to first aid. They'd rather painfully limp a mile on a broken foot than take five minutes to make a splint and limp that mile less painfully.

Removing the straps of her backpack from her shoulders - which Adrian hadn't clocked until that point because the straps were the exact same colour as her shirt - she lowered it atop the scattered files to the left of where Adrian sat and unzipped it to reveal a bunch of stuff that looked very clinical to Adrian. He recognised some of it but he'd never been very good at the whole patching up thing, despite how much practise he had.

"Who's responsible for these?" She gently wiped away some blood that was about to drip off his elbow. "Was it Emilia?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Cause it's so shitty."

Not very many people knew that Emilia had a phobia of blood. It wasn't as severe these days, mostly on the account that it would be impossible to do her job if she let her fear get to her. Throughout her career, she'd gotten better at controlling herself, yet there were still moments when the sight of ichor still unnerved her.

"How's the pain? I've got some numbing drugs to make it painless, if that would help?"

Numbing? None of the others had ever offered him that before - probably because they didn't have it, but if they did and John got hurt first, Economos would definitely use up their supply on one injury. Someone offering to make his experience better without needing to? Shit. He was totally enamoured.

"Drug me up," he practically sang, only for his face to fall for a second. "Wait, it's legal drugs, right? You're not going to inject me with heroin or some shit, are you?"

What an idiot. An amused smile tugged at the corner of her lips at his concern and she shook her head. "How have you caught onto my plan of slowly drip feeding you opiates on my first day?" she joked, and to help him figure out that it was, in fact, a joke, she held up the bottle of anaesthetic so he'd be able to read the label. Sure, he didn't know what lidocaine was, but he could guess that it was the type of drug that a medical professional would use.

And by the way she warned, "Now, relax while I do this. You'll feel a small pinch, but that's it. Ready?" he could see that she definitely was used to this procedure. Maybe she'd done it hundreds of times before, maybe thousands. But, this was a type of bedside manner that he'd never experienced before. Doctors were like this, weren't they? They were like this on some of the tv shows he'd seen.

Honestly, he had no clue and just nodded dumbly. Getting checked out professionally was out of the question - mostly due to the cost, but there was also the need to hide his secret identity and explaining to a ER nurse that a drug dealer stabbed him in the shoulder whilst they were mid fight was a great way at blowing his cover - and this lack of proper care was evident by all of the jagged and wonky scars he had across his chest and shoulders that she gave a quick once over to ensure that there was nothing that was screaming 'BIG PROBLEM' that she would need to attend to immediately.

All of his DIY attempts had done the job. They weren't clean or well done but they'd worked, she concluded and started on her repair.

"You have a habit of getting hurt."

"No, I do-"

"That wasn't a question." She silenced whatever bullshit excuse he was about to try to get her to believe and gave him a look. Not one that was unkind, nor accusatory, but one that conveyed the general message of: I've read your case file, don't even try to deny what I've been briefed about. "Before these guys, did you patch yourself up?"

A small - and somewhat sad - "Yeah, still do most of the time," was what he responded in a soft whisper, making Y/N's heart crack a bit inside her. She knew Emilia could be cold and dismissive at times, but surely the rest of the group weren't the same?

"From now on, if you get hurt, you call me. Deal?"

The way she said it felt like a promise and, as he saw the determined glimmer in her eyes when she looked at him, Adrian felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. He wasn't exactly happy to admit it to himself but he couldn't shake the feeling that he liked having someone he could rely on looking out for him. Especially if that someone happened to be a pretty girl.

"Deal." He smiled, hoping that she could see the gratitude that flooded through his eyes.

Y/N returned that smile with a grin of her own and focused mostly on her stitching as he sat there watching her work. She was efficient and precise, never wasting time or effort. It wasn't rushed, nor was she sluggish. Just calm and steady and comforting, something which he appreciated a lot more than he thought he would ever. The way her fingers touched him so delicately with such expertise, as though she were performing surgery instead of doing simple patching, made him melt into a puddle and forget about all of the thoughts that had been plaguing him that day.

If he happened to make a noise, she stopped and let her eyes drift to his and wouldn't continue until he gave her a nod that he was fine and she could carry on. He was always fine. He always gazed back with a goofy dazed smile on his lips and his legs swinging right next to her hips, like a child whose favourite toy has finally arrived after weeks of longing and waiting for it. If he had any self control, he'd turn his gaze to anything but the beautiful girl, yet he couldn't bring himself to do so and his eyes were transfixed on her every move. It didn't matter if it was his stomach rumbling or the sound of their coworkers arguing in the next room - they both disappeared into the background, forgotten in the warmth of that moment.

Stitching him up took no time. She took one last look and ran her finger across it to make sure that everything was properly sewn. "Not too shabby, huh?" She glanced at him, smiling softly before reaching for a bandage and wrapping it carefully around his arm to secure it.

As soon as she was done, she ruffled his hair, cheering, "Way to go, champ," then realised what she had done and rushed to apologise, "Sorry. I've been working with children for years. I didn't realise it was demeaning until I did it."

"Oh, no no no! It's fine," he assured, "I liked it. Not in a weird way. It was funny."

"At least I didn't try to give you a sticker or a lollipop."

"You've got lollipops?"

Did she? She had said that as a joke. The only two types of people that have candy on them constantly are teachers and perverts. And, often, it's hard to tell the difference between the two. Still, she searched through her bag and found one to hand to him. Adrian walked back into the main room with a fixed arm, a lollipop and some pep in his step. The lollipop was the only part that Chris noticed and instantly complained, "Where did you get that from? I want one."

"Y/N gave it to me." It was the smuggest Adrian had ever sounded. "It was the last one she had."

Despite a jealous Peacemaker constantly asking for sweets, the rest of Y/N's first work day was a success. Emilia went over how they would proceed - for now, Y/N would assist John in the van so she could prepare her kit and be ready to fix up whoever (Adrian, most likely) needed it as soon as the field team got back - and the squad all sat around firing as many questions at the newbie as possible.

Leota was interested in Y/N's previous life as a kindergarten teacher, but she was definitely more interested in the way Vigilante was sliding his arm around the back of her chair. That boy was anything but subtle. He kept flicking glances at her from time to time and, whenever he did so, a bashful flush appeared on his cheeks before he ducked his head down and turned his attention to his feet for a few seconds in an effort to un-pinkify his being. Adebayo had never seen Adrian act so shy before.

Anytime they went out to bars, Adrian would never really act that interested in anyone of any gender (other than Peacemaker, of course) and she assumed that his flirting technique would be like his personality - loud and crude and brash. This gentler approach was something that didn't suit him at all. He seemed much more reserved and sweet than the cocky and arrogant Adrian she had come to know.

Chris, on the other hand, kept asking very personal questions that Emilia had to keep stopping him from committing multiple HR violations in one single breath. While everyone else found it amusing to hear his incessant babbling directed towards Y/N, Harcourt spent most of her time nudging him and telling him to "knock it off" or "Shut the fuck up cause I don't wanna know this shit."

That was until Emilia happened to notice what Y/N was wearing. The button up. She'd seen that before. "Hey, is that my shirt? I thought I lost that years ago," she accused, reaching her arm over to pinch at the fabric of Y/N's sleeve and pull a face at the offending item.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Meeley."

Bullshit. Y/N was a pretty good liar but the thing about sisters is that they can often tell when their sibling is lying. Emilia now knew that it had been stolen from her wardrobe all those years ago, just as a lot of her clothes did back then.

Next Chapter: BG3

#adrian chase #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante #peacemaker

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

You may have mentioned this before. If so, pardon! But I'm curious to know your most recommended shows? Both amongst the current lineup but also your all time faves! - Noah

Noah, my friend, I am SO HAPPY you asked. I have no self control whatsoever so I will be answering this with a thoroughness nobody wants or needs. (also I will answer this question over and over for many reasons: 2 being that A- my tastes/favorites change on a damn-near hourly basis and C- I love dramas so much that I'll always be willing to talk about them!)

Side note: If you take a look at my Whump List Library, you'll see that links are highlighted in purple if it's a favorite (or one I simply really liked) It's safe to assume I recommend all of them but I'll go ahead and list my best of the best!

PLEASE NOTE: If you don't use any of the streaming services these dramas are on, I suggest DramaCool and KissAsian. There are other free services you can use but these two tend to work best for people.

UNDER THE CUT

Vigilante (MDL) - This is by far my favorite drama right now. Like- above all of the other ones that have ever existed. (That's saying something believe me) I'm not exaggerating when I say I watch it every single day. Every single day. I'm mak,ing a whump list for this one and I may have fanfics in progress.

Synopsis: After Kim Ji Yong (pictured above on both sides) witnesses his mother's brutal murder and her attacker's light prison sentence, he begins living two entirely different lives as an adult. On weekdays, he's a model student at the police university (left). During the weekends, he punishes criminals who'd received light sentences and continue to commit criminal acts with the name Vigilante (right). (MDL)

Fuujinshi (MDL) (Whump List) - If I had to choose a favorite Japanese drama, Fuujinshi would be my pick. Like, it's not even close. By a long shot. This drama was recommended to me to make a whump list for and I remain eternally grateful. This is one I rewatch a lot.

Synopsis: Osagami Kakeru is a blade master who is tasked with the mission of sealing the ''blades of filth'' called Kegareyaiba. These blades are born from the dark sides of people's hearts and make those corrupted by that filth murderers. However, with every blade sealed, the filth also affects Kakeru... (MDL)

Healer (MDL) (Whump List) - This is another one of my favorites! It was actually my favorite Korean drama before Vigilante came around. They're definitely similar but I will say that Healer is not nearly as dark as Vigilante. They do, however share some cast members!

Synopsis: Seo Jung Hoo is a special kind of night courier, known only as "Healer" by his clients. For the right price and with the help of a genius hacker, he gets his clients whatever they want, as long as it doesn't involve murder. His latest job leads him to a second-rate tabloid writer, Chae Young Shin, and the successful reporter, Kim Moon Ho. He begins to uncover the mystery of his own shared past with the two reporters, thus putting them all in danger. Can this errand-boy-turned-vigilante save everyone? (MDL)

Duel (MDL) (Whump List) - Another big favorite of mine! This drama has almost every trope you can think of, it's wild. This one has been one I've suggested to people since day one. If Duel has no more fans it's because I'm dead.

Synopsis: Jang Deuk Cheon, a hardened detective cop whose daughter is kidnapped, begins a chase against great odds to solve the mystery of his situation and find his child before it is too late. He starts to hunt down the suspect using the one clue he has: Two men with the same face were at the crime scene.

The Untamed (MDL) (Whump List) - If you know me at all, you know how much I absolutely ADORE this drama. It's my favorite Chinese drama ever and yes, it's another drama I watch over again a lot.

Synopsis: Wei Wu Xian and Lan Wang Ji, two talented disciples of respected clans, meet during cultivation training and accidentally discover a secret carefully hidden for many years. Taking on the legacy of their ancestors, they decide to rid the world of the ominous threat. But in a dramatic turn of events, Wei Wu Xian dies. Sixteen years later, Wei Wu Xian is brought back to life through a self-sacrificing ritual. He conceals himself behind a mask and assumes the identity of his summoner. Soon, Wei Wu Xian reunites with Lan Wang Ji and they start working together to solve the mysteries of the present and unravel the truth behind the events in the past. (MDL)

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Honorable Mentions:

Flower of Evil - (MDL) (Whump List)

He is Psychometric - (MDL) (Whump List)

Sweet Home - (MDL) (Whump List)

The K2 - (MDL) (Whump List)

Semantic Error - (MDL) (Whump List)

(I'm gonna stop here cus I could keep going.)

[universaln0b0dy]

Bully twist au v.s reader (The secret friend)

《Summary》: Your secret friend is a very intresting person, but through them you had connections and you will be forever grateful.

《Note》: Includes the first meeting, the friends participating in some of the stories, oc form.

The past:

You really didn't remember how you met her. They were probably a vigilante and their moral code was a bit through the drain, but they were a powerful ally.

Unlike you, she remembered your first meeting quite well.

You roamed around the big hall, deciding that taking a break from the currently ongoing event was a good idea. You sighed, the Vdc hadn't went well last time and because this event was similar you were scared of everything going down the drain.

"Seriously Neige, if you get yourself in trouble again!" A voice scoffed. It belonged to a tall figure with brown-red hair. They were hovering over Neige, a student from last years event and enemy to Vil, or so you heard.

"Sorry Am-chan! I can't promise anything, no matter how hard you try to threaten me!" The ravenette giggles and the figure scoffed. Upon further inspection they looked like they had jumped out of a wild western.

"Well, I'd prefer to be in the shadows for now dwarf! Wich means no unnecessary trouble!" You sighed turning away, this didn't seem like an important exchange.

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"Ne, Koebi-chan?" Floyd calls out and you run. You were so scared, his smile still haunting you. Out of breath you decide to take a sharp turn the the left into a slightly darker hallway.

You run into another person, causing you to almost stubble. Looking up at the green greyish eyes you recognise them as the person that had talked with Neige. You hear Floyd's voice and you look at the person, realising you only had one chance.

"Please hide me! I'll even treat you a coffee just please hide me!" You cry out and the person seems conflicted, before sighing and pulling you into a room.

"Okay, you should be safe here and now tell me just what is going on?" You feel hesitant at first as you didn't know the person in front of you, but their kind eyes told you that they could be trusted.

"He is one of my bullies." Is the only thing you can say before starting to cry. The person in front of you rubs over your head in a comforting manner.

"You should consider yourself lucky, I rarely see humans outrun an eel." The person smiles.

"I am Amanda Slim and you are?" The girl reaches her hand towards you and you hesitantly shake it. The brown haired girl nods, listening to your introduction.

"Is there a reason why they bully you?" Amanda asks, before clearing her throat upon seeing your shocked face. "You don't have to tell me-" you cut her off before she can continue.

"I am magic less." You admit, expecting Amanda to laugh at you like everyone else did once they found out. You look up to that she had furrowed her brows.

"That's no reason to bully someone. I have three magicless cousins, they also don't have it easy. I guess that's the problem in a world like Twisted Wonderland." Amanda sighs before looking at you.

"If you want you can meet them! They aren't the brightest of the bunch but they are very friendly and I feel bad about leaving you here!" You nod out of suprise, taking Amanda's hand.

Little did you know this would be a start of a great friendship.

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The friends involvation with the story:

In Floyd:like a Fisherman, she is the one that got you the potion, using her connections and unique magic to make sure you and Floyd would be alone.

In Vil: I wished you were a pretty boy she helped you with getting in contact with Neige. Arranging an accidental meet.

In Carter: The best masquerade she is the one behind the exposing Carter Vidio, along with the help of her cousins.

In Idia: Watch she arranges that a hacker would watch Idia and his activities.

(Made by @danika-redgrave124 ) in leona like a hunter, she is the one helping you lure Leona to Ramshackle, she also provides the necessary potion.

In Jade+Silver+jack: to you who only watched she is the driver!

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Oc form:

Name: Amanda Slim

Age: 18

Gender: female

Twisted from: Alemeda Slim (home on ranch)

Unique magic: The special song. She can use her magic only with an instrument, as her voice alone isn't powerful enough. It is kinda similar to the rat catcher, causing the people and animals that hear her do hypnotized dances. During that phase she can give a command per song and everytime the person hears something similar to that sound they follow the command.

Looks: Long red brownish hair, skin with a red undertone, greenish grey eyes, muscular build, tall (190 meters tall, that is probable 6 feet 2????)

Personality: Secretive, loud, flashy, openminded, stubborn, manipulative, calculative, obsessive.

Backstory: She is the daughter of a sheriff, he died the same goes for his brother. Because the mother of her cousins was an alcoholic she fought for custody of them. Amanda's mother was against that, even downing Amanda during a big fight. In order to get the money she needed in court, she started doing illegal business, especially deliveries and fraud.

The mother of her cousins gave up fighting for custody after finding out her children were magic less leaving them in Amanda's care. All four of them live a good life together now.

Relationships:

Neige: She gets hired as Neiges undercover bodyguard after he was almost poisoned. Amanda is secretive and has the ability to disappear out of the sudden wich was helpful for him. Together they are gossip girls.

Reader: You both became good friends after a while. She was the connection to the outside world you needed and you occasionally gave her inside infos on the collage. (Crowley should really stop making you do so many things!)

Here is a picture:

I struggled with her cause she didn't want to look muscular, so here is she without muscles.

(Also I treated you all a lil spoiler)

If you want to know more about her or even a love intrest for a oneshot, tell me!

#twisted wonderland #oc #Bully twist au v.s reader #Readers secret friend

[dash-n-step]

Info about Digimon Seekers, posted on Dengeki (translated through google, link in source)

Details about the Web Novel:

The core content for following the story of "DIGIMON SEEKERS" is a series of web novels published on a special page on the Digimon Web.

The serialization is scheduled to start on April 3, 2023 (Monday), and will be updated every day in the first week, and once a week after that.

The amount of text is also planned to be about 60,000 characters or more for each chapter (about 2 general light novels in all chapters!), and the volume is enough to read.

Visual cuts (illustration) will be posted every time along with the update.

"DIGIMON SEEKERS" will be available in three languages: Japanese, English, and Simplified Chinese.

Miyuki Sawashiro, who is the voice of Gammamon in "Digimon Ghost Game", is in charge of reading aloud

STORY:

The Digital World—a land entirely unlike that which humans call the real world. This cyberspace built upon the network is home to digital monsters known as Digimon. The discovery of these AI lifeforms is both a blessing and a curse to human society, which relies on the network to manage everything in their world. Eiji Nagasumi is 19 years old, a "loser" cracker who earns daily money with dangerous work related to the Digital World. One day, Professor Ryusenji of the Tokyo Cyber University, entrusts Eiji with a Digimon Linker, the newest model of Digimon dock—along with a Digimon. ​ When Eiji meets Loogamon, a Wolf Digimon with a mysterious interface on its head, his life is changed completely. JUDGE, a righteous hacker who hates crackers. DIGIPOLICE, Investigative Unit Eleven of the Metropolitan Police Department's Cybercrimes Division whose mission is to stop Digimon crimes. As well as SoC: Sons of Chaos, an extremist crack team led by legendary cracker TARTARUS... ​Ryusenji sends Eiji to infiltrate and investigate SoC. He discovers that they are planning a widescale cyberterror attack. What is the special skill known as Mind Link? What are the answers to Loogamon's missing past and true specs? Will Eiji come out on top in the Digital World and turn his life around...? This is the beginning of a Digimon story steeped in chaos.

Characters:

Protagonist Eiji (Nagazumi Eiji): A young man who works as a freelance cracker to make a living. His encounter with Lugamon changed his way of life after that. He calls himself "Fang" as a handle name.

Leon: A young hacker with the handle name "Judge". He works as a vigilante to destroy crackers who commit digital crimes. He mind-links with Pulsemon as his partner.

Satsuki: Deputy leader of the Digimon Crime Countermeasures Team (commonly known as Digi-Tsu) in the 11th Investigation Section of the Cyber ​​Crime Division of the Metropolitan Police Department's Community Safety Department. She has a passionate personality, and he speaks his mind straight and is even more abusive.

Yulin: Chief of the Digimon Crime Countermeasures Team (commonly known as Digi-Tsu) in the 11th Investigation Section of the Cyber ​​Crime Division, Community Safety Department, Metropolitan Police Department. His excellent skills were bought and he was scouted by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Loogamon:

Level: Child

Type: Monster

Attribute: Virus

Special Moves: Howling Fire, Spiral Bite

Because it has an old-fashioned interface on its forehead, it is speculated that it may have been an experimental "prototype Digimon" before digimon were discovered.

It is said that the data of a demon wolf that appears in the mythology of the real world is embedded in the deepest part of its Digicore, and it sometimes shows violent behavior that is unmatched during its growth period.

At first glance, it looks like a cute puppy, but if you touch it carelessly, you will get a painful counterattack.

It has a tendency to primarily recognize beings that can control itself, and although it is difficult to tame, it can be a reliable partner if a relationship of trust can be established.

Its Special Moves are "Howling Fire", which shoots flames imbued with magical power from its mouth, and "Spiral Bite", in which it bites and rotates with its sharp fangs.

Live Action Trailer:

Based on the concept of "enjoying the same images worldwide", it is made with a movie trailer image in mind.

Katsuta Hanaya, who is also popular as a YouTuber, plays the role of the main character, Eiji, in the live-action video.

a new trailer video will be released on April 3rd.

#digimon #digimon seekers #loogamon #eiji #eiji nagazumi #dashingposts #dashingshares #long post #Youtube #digimon con #digimon con 2023

[loosesodamarble]

Aqua Deer Mafia AU

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @lyranova are to blame for this~! (affectionate)

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Morgen Faust: The Stag. The head of the Aqua Deer mafia. While mild and unassuming on the surface, Morgen is a driven man who doesn’t take kindly to injustice. He uses his connections in the mafia to track down and fight more sinister syndicates. Morgen will use violence and underhanded tactics to a degree but does reign in his mafia members to minimize the severity of their crimes. In this sense, the Aqua Deer are like vigilantes. Clover City officials are still very against the Aqua Deer as they’ve outed a number of corrupt individuals in the past.

Nacht Faust: The Buck. Morgen’s second-in-command and a double agent keeping tabs on the Black Bull mafia. (Yami, the leader of the Bulls, is aware of Nacht’s split allegiance but since it hasn’t harmed the Bulls yet, he lets it slide. For now.) He used to associate with another syndicate until they targeted Morgen to keep Nacht in line, only for that to push him to betray the group. He’s a master of disguise and infiltration, though his battle prowess is notable as well. Nacht has a habit of naming his belongings.

Gimodelo: Nacht’s favorite handgun.

Plumede: His motorcycle which he uses to get around the city.

Slotos: Body armor disguised as day-to-day clothing.

Walgner: A special phone that has been made largely untraceable thanks to Marx’s handiwork. 

Rill Boismortier: The Fawn. A new recruit to the Aqua Deer. Joined the mafia to find and punish people who’ve forged several of his artworks. He’s a martial arts prodigy, having learned multiple schools of fighting and using that knowledge to create his own mixed martial arts that is wildly unpredictable in a fight. The core of his fighting style is making use of the environment around him and his own enemies’ momentum to gain the upper hand.

Walter: The Moose. An older member of the Aqua Deer. Despite his age, he never had the ambition of taking charge of the mafia and instead trains younger members of the group such as Rill. There’s not a fighting style nor weapon that Walter isn’t at least familiar with. His social intelligence makes him invaluable for assessing public reactions and political backlash against the mafia’s activity.

Marx Francois: The Informant. A hacker and master at gathering information. Once employed by the government, he quit his job over disagreements about how the city government was turning Clover City into a surveillance state. He’s also wanted for leaking thousands of pages of government documents that were meant to be under lock and key.

Fragil Tormenta: The Calm. An underground doctor, giving medical aid to those who can’t pay the hospital bills or otherwise can’t legally be treated (ie. a criminal getting a bullet removed or stab wound stitched).

...

Another mafia group that is neither antagonistic towards the Aqua Deer nor friendly with them.

Discordia Helheim (Lyra's oc): The Vampire. She runs her own mafia group called The Coven. Known for her beauty and silver tongue which lures many a high profile man into a false sense of security. Infamous in the underground for bringing affairs and conspiracies to light without her identity being compromised.

Josele Canty (my oc): The Doe. A highly skilled assassin and Discordia’s right hand woman. Skilled in martial arts and can use anything as a weapon, having once killed a man with nothing more than a sewing kit. Her physical durability is inhuman, having survived car accidents without so much as a scratch and substances such as king cobra venom being proven ineffective against her. Though officially with The Coven, Josele is regularly hired by the Aqua Deer. This is against Discordia’s wishes.

Acylla Rhine (@faewraithsworld's oc): The Jewel. Josele’s weapon coordinator. She’s created firearms and bullets without metals so Josele can sneak them past metal detectors. She has a variety of purses, bottles, and other common looking items with false bottoms and hidden compartments to hide Josele’s tools. One of her more intriguing creations is a bra where the underwire is removable to be used as a garrote. She’s no slouch herself in a fight (able to make use of anything she’s invented), but she prefers working behind the scenes.

Moros Helheim (Lyra's oc, again): The Thrall. Discordia’s husband and advisor in the mafia. He doesn’t hold much true power in The Coven but him being allowed in at all is a big privilege.

#black clover #black clover au #black clover mafia au #morgen faust #nacht faust #black clover oc #josele canty #soda's ocs #rill boismortier #marx francois #fragil tormenta #discordia helheim #lyra's oc #acylla rhine #taja's oc

[professionalwaterbender]

Hey, out of curiosity, do you have any ATLA ocs, and if you do, for your main oc[s], lore?

Also, any hc's about Azula, cuz I think she's my favorite character in the series :DDD

AYYY PUMPKIN LOVE YOU <33

Hmm,

One of my fav headcanons is that Zuko and Azula were very very close as kids, even closer than normal sibling pairs But then Ozai began to mold Azula, causing her to become distant, and even cruel enough to the point she’d hurt Zuko just to gauge his reactions

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ATLAVERSE OC LORE

you are going to regret ever asking about my oc lore :D

okay okay so basically

We have 7 ocs (<33), all based in a modern AU for ATLA. Its in todays world, so we have all of the tech of today. In this world, benders are the minority and the subject of a lot of prejudice. Some people love em, most hate them because they’re far more powerful than the average human and everyone is threatened by them. A few smart people make friends with the benders (big brain) but most everyone is terrified by them (peasants).

In Tabs' words:

"Benders in the modern world are a minority and are oppressed and demonized. Any person known to have bending powers are locked in jail, killed, or sent to illegal bending arenas to fight to the death. 

The Avatar spirit has been missing for generations. There is no hope, there is no brighter future for benders. 

The Avatar is gone. Lost. 

Until he was found in the body of a man named Revon.

Revon, forced to hide for the entirety of his life, seeks not to bring benders and nonbenders together, but to eradicate every last one of the benders so that he alone holds all the power.

He will unite the world, under his rule. 

That’s where a small rebel group, known as the Steel Hearts, comes into play. A vigilante group dating back to the times of Avatar Korra, it is led by a young waterbender. Once, her parents led the group, before they disbanded under mysterious circumstances. 

For five years, the waterbender has languished in hiding. Once a formidable assassin and a powerful bloodbender, now only a tender of a tea house.

Her tranquil life is flipped on its head one day, when an airbender running from her past seeks the waterbender out, begging her to pick up the pieces of the decades old rebellion and put them back together. 

And here is where our story truly begins."

Put simplistically,

nonbender government: bending is bad kill all benders avatar: non-benders are bad, benders are bad, kill all of the benders so i can be the only bender and threaten the non-benders the group: hey what the fuck

The characters are based off of my best friends, the people in the infamous Infinity Gauntlet GC, and the adults are based off our teachers (they love it i swear)

Characters below the cut!

Steel Hearts

Kara [she/her] (me) -> Waterbender, Bloodbender, trained assassin, weapon of choice: throwing knives <33, Orion's S/O

Akira [she/they] (@tabsters) -> Firebender, Lightningbender, (lore to be revealed), weapon of choice: pistol, Rexen's S/O

Rexen [they/them] (@iirexenii) -> Earthbender, Metalbender (second to only Ren), (lore to be revealed), weapon of choice: dual scythes, Akira's S/O

Ren [he/him] (@halfghostlyfires) -> Earthbender, can literally bend every sub-element, most powerful earthbender right after Toph Beifong, resident rich guy #1, weapon of choice: Kyoketsu-shoge (“KNIFE ON A ROPE” according to tabs)

Amara [she/her] (@serenaisproblem) -> Airbender, hacker, weapon of choice: pocketknife (violence when she has to)

Artemis [he/him] (this is the Artemis that Tabs and I refer to) -> Waterbender, resident rich guy #2, weapon of choice: handheld dagger (only resorts to violence when he has to)

Zephyr [they/them] (@im-just-here-for-the-comics-r18) -> Non-bender, absolute badass and will not hesitate to kill, weapon of choice: a goddamn flame thrower

Akio [he/him] (@tdog451) -> Firebender, one of the most powerful in the group, weapon of choice: also throwing knives and his firebending, if you haven't guessed by now, this is Kara's lost lost twin brother

Orion [he/him] (@yourlocalapplejuice) -> Airbender, doesn't do violence except to protect those he loves too, weapon of choice: airbending, Kara's S/O

Villains:

Revon: based off of my humanities teacher, has some history with Kara (we literally dont know what yet), the Avatar and Kara’s direct opponent, weapon of choice: throwing knives

Vexx: based off of no one because Vexx is creepy and weird and none of us like him, weapon of choice: literally any kind of knife and gun, Artemis’ direct opponent

Lilith: also not based off of anyone because she is terrifying, runs an illegal bending arena, both Rexen’s and Akira’s direct opponent, weapon of choice: gun

Those are the three main villain as of now, we’re still developing Amara’s and Zephyr’s

Backstories: 

Kara: parents were assassins, bloodbenders, and leaders of the Steel Hearts, passed that down to Kara. Her parents ended up killing each other (no explanation yet <33)

Akira and Rexen: both were kidnapped at a young age and forced to fight in a bending arena. Rexen escaped first, but was forced to leave Akira behind. Akira finally escaped, met up with Kara's gang, then finds Rexen, and now those two make out at every opportunity after 6 months of being apart

Ren and Artemis: their stories are intertwined. Both were best friends in their youth, but Artemis’ parents being killed led to a rift in their friendship (if you want more on this specific one, tabs and I have a ficlet)

Ren: abusive parents, rich dude, but runs away, ends up getting kidnapped and arrested, his parents have put out a bounty on him

Artemis: actual loving parents, but they’re dead now (heheh) so artemis is forced to live on his own at 12, ends up being successful but chooses to look for his parents’ killer

Amara: oldest kid and has to take care of her siblings. After striking a deal with some pretty shady people, amara shoves her family in a safe place and runs. She is the first member of the steel hearts, and she is the one who encourages Kara to restart it

(We’re still figuring out Zephyr’s backstory lmao but I will put it in here soon)

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[othcrside]

OPEN ! ( 0 / 4 ) 7-11 gas station, sometime past midnight ( @anchoragestarters )

Gracie liked believing he had an exacting job as the hacker for the Midnight Thrillers, even if his parents — who he had smartly informed he was instead working as a data analyst for a group of level-headed crime catchers — didn't think as much, considering he spent the days asleep and the nights on the prowl for ne'er-do-wells on the World Wide Web. But it was precisely the grind of seeking out these cyber vigilantes and deciphering their patterns that exhausted him by the time he allowed himself to call it a shift. He trekked from the station all the way to the local 7-11 without hailing a cab, enjoying the last breath of summer before autumn came in full-force and winter at its heels, though he planned on catching a ride back to his home at Winterwood rather than utilize his skateboard. He was stuck in one of the aisles, dumbly staring ahead as he debated between two Hostess snacks. "... Do you like Twinkies or Zingers more?" The hacker spoke up, bloodshot eyes meeting the gaze of the figure beside him. He must have looked kind of insane, standing eerily still with the board he always used as transport tucked under his arm and his stare a bit empty. "They're kind of the same, if you think too long about it. Dios mío, I really shouldn't think about it. That's how I end up in an existential crisis. Which one do you think would go better with this coffee?" he rephrased the question quickly, holding up the cold bottle of a Starbucks brand espresso before finally remembering his manners. "... I'm Gracie, by the way. I live here. Well, not here. At Winterwood. I promise I'm not a psycho killer. Not yet, anyway," he murmured to himself.

#anchoragestarters

[annika-thelostlove]

The second time, you chose right - part 1 // Edward nashton x fem!reader

Word count // 3816

Summary // In an Alternate timeline Edward Nashton quits his job as a forensic accountant in Gotham city to become an IT support for a lawfirm. You notice the new guy at your work, eddie. He's chubby and quiet and shy, and you think it might just be love at first sight.

Authors note // I got waaaaay into building your character, I'm sorry. You're kinda a crazy person and have a dark past. But you're perfect for Edward

Warnings // mature fic, twisted fluff and angst, dark past from both of them, past muĺrder and crimes, morally grey, sexual themes, attempted sexual assult, stalking, but mostly being in love with Edward ❤

Can be read as a oneshot

Part 2

Eddie's gained some more weight, he's noticed it because he's had to use the next larger belt hole when he puts on his pants now. It should be the least of his problems, but it's another hit on his self esteem that he's very carefully been trying to build since quitting his forensics job.

He focuses on the positives, seeing a therapist in the last few years changed the direction of his life and for the better. He could be in worse mental and emotional conditions by now if he kept discovering more horrible things about Gotham crimes. He was glad for that day in the ally, meeting Batman, the hope incarnate. Finally there was someone to bring light in this city. Edward passed all burdens of duty, of making the city better to the Batman, and left the life of vengeance and violence behind.

He gathered as much evidence he could, and did his best not to become obsessed with the injustice of it all, and then anonymously tipped off evidence to batman. That was more than a year ago. Hes in a much better place now. If he wants to help the city, he has to do it with a clear mind. He's accepted that he's a genius after all, as many others have complimented him in the past. He knows his worth. Now in a good stable job, a new career in IT at a small law firm, he has a nice boss, and the people at work are decent enough to send him little gifts on public holidays.

And then at night he becomes the online hacker vigilante 'nigma', stealing money from the rich, and giving to the poor.

But sometimes things like this make his days hard. Eddie slowly grabs at his love handles, and grips it hard. He sighs. He doesn't know when he's ever felt attractive. But I guess his life has never felt privileged enough for him to care about his appearance till now. He guesses it's a testament to a better quality of life. He read that somewhere, he thinks. Edward is not quite sure he believes it. He throws on his raincoat and gets to work.

< 💚 >

You have been peeking over from your reception desk over to the cubicles for the last year hoping to get glimpses of him when you can. You love the shape of his cheek, and his round shoulder that peeks out from his cubicle wall. He's so beautiful, you think. But he's never once looked in your direction since that first time you met. Edward nashton, he was the new guy. And you think that maybe that feeling you had the first time you saw him last year might be love at first sight.

All the men and at times the ladies in the office have all made a pass at you at some point. You think it's because since you work in reception, you have to be friendly with everyone at the front desk. Still, some part of you feels you were somewhere above average attractive, you've turned down a couple of people in the past. So maybe you're hotter than you give yourself credit for.

But Edward, he updated your computer twice since working here, and one of those times you were on a sick day. No real conversation has happened between you since you met apart from the occasional sounds of agreement from Ed.

'How has your day been?' - 'good'

'I heard you worked in forensics before!' - 'yes'

'I'm in love with your little succulent!' - 'thank you'

He has a little pump bottle sanitizer on his desk that you watch him rub into his dainty hands occasionally, a tiny little cactus plant, a funny favourite mug that's in the shape of a pill bottle that always makes you laugh, and a row of little notebooks in the corner you think are full of his thoughts and musings perhaps even poems. (They are actually great little collection of his own riddles) and alot more the little things around him that just make you fall deep into him even more. You are doomed, and hopeless, and desperately in love with Edward.

Today you will try to get his attention again. Walking by his desk you compliment him on his shirt. It's a pink button down.

"Uh, thank you." He says barely acknowledging you.

He's so uncomfortable, but not as much as he had been last Friday after he turned you down for drinks. You're sure he smiles often at the others, just not at you. You long for it.

You can't help yourself, despite getting hurt last Friday, and endless signs that he has no interest in spending time with you. You put yourself out there anyway.

What you didn't know though, was that Edward came home last Friday crying into his pillow after comming in his hand thinking about how you must have wanted to humiliate him. He thinks that of course your interest is just some sick joke that you're pursuing for a laugh.

"Well, Eddie, I know it's Monday, but- um, I'm going to a late night diner tonight, and- not the bar from last week. And I was thinking coffee was more your style- maybe, if you were free to check it out…with me."

He releases a shaky breath, and looks up at you. "I haven't…changed my mind. S-sorry."

Your palms tingle and tears prickle in your eye, he really really really doesn't want you. You put on a smile.

"Okay, okay, that's okay. Well, see ya tomorrow then!"

You rush to your desk, not knowing that Edward actually saw the genuine hurt in your eyes. He was shocked, maybe you were genuine about spending time with him. He sees you hide at your desk furiously wiping at your eyes. He feels his stomach drop, he really didn't know that it mattered to you so much. You work at reception, you're friendly with everyone. You couldn't actually be interested in him?

< 💚 >

The walk down to the club next door to the dinner was a no-brainer for you. You need to get drunk and get rid of this horrible feeling of rejection fast.

Edward follows you after work, and worriedly watches you from afar as you enter a club. you've been in there for a good hour. He's worried, maybe you've looked for a quick hook up. A horrible feeling burns in his stomach, jealousy, maybe regret, and a twist of anger. Did you only see Edward as a means to fill your own needs? Sighing, that is not possible you could want that with him of all people when he feels so, ugly. Horrible feelings are stirring within him, he fights them. Clenching his fists he takes deep breaths, he's trying to be good. He needs to be.

You finally emerged from the club, looking sad and only partly drunk. You angrily fix your jacket and begin your walk home. A few moments later a rough looking man also comes out looking around, agitated and begins to follow you. Edward quickly jumps out of his hiding spot and pursues. His nerves are up. This dosent look good. What could this man want? He tries his best to hide in the shadows.

< 💚 >

An asshole at the club wouldn't get the hint, you're not interested. So you had to leave that shithole club early.

You notice that there seems to be some footsteps behind you, following for a few minutes now. So you walk faster. You hold on to your sharp blade on your keychain inside your pocket tighter.

But before you could pull it out, someone comes out of nowhere and throws you into an alleyway. Your shoulder collides with the concrete wall and your whole arm is in pain. You are violently grabbed and held tightly with two arms around you then a small knife pushes at your throat. You try not to scream.

"Shush, it's okay it's just me from the bar, be quiet alright." That sleezy voice you heard from the club murmurs behind you.

You beg him to let you go, but he hurriedly starts to shuffle his and your clothing, tugging at yours and his pants to open unsuccessfully. You gasp and yell no, and realise exactly what the asshole wants.

In your struggle you manage to pull your arm free with your small sharp weapon in your hand and thrust it as hard as you could into the body of flesh behind you. He grunts in pain.

But before you could stab him again, you hear a high pitch yell and another series of heavy thuds against the body that's holding you captive. The wet sound of his body being stabbed with a sharp weapon. And not yours. Someone else is here in the ally way with you.

You scream once in confusion and fall forward onto the wall, you turn to see your attacker's body fall to the ground. And another person was on him, stabbing him with a knife. You gasp in shock. You have a hero. At first you think it must be Batman. But he was not cloaked or in a mask, this man's appearance was familiar. Your heart skipped violently in your chest when you realised who it really was.

It's Edward!! He's rescuing you!

"Edward!" You say excitedly

The sound of you calling him stopped him in his trance, with a gasp he drops his weapon. As if he didn't realise what he just did. He's stabbed a man five times with his pocket knife. Frozen in shock he falls backwards on the ground.

What has he done? He looks at his hands, they are shaking and red. His glasses splattered with blood, he shakily wipes at them but it gets worse. It smudges everywhere.

You see that he's scared now. He looks lost, oh sweet Edward. But you notice the man on the ground is still breathing, and Edward is not in the condition to make a choice right now. So you make up your mind.

It's us or them. Your thoughts click into place, yes you are meant to help him, eachother, its destiny. So you hurriedly pick up his knife from the ground and finish what he started. You slice the man's neck, taking the nameless perv out of his misery.

It goes quiet, the silence was deafening between you. You look at one another in suspense. Both covered in the man's blood. You crawl over to Edward then grab his trembling hand.

"We have to go Edward. We have to hide."

He comes back for a second and sees you with those green eyes "Oh, Yes yes we should go. My apartment is just up the street."

"Okay, let's go"

The two of you hold hands dodging all street lights to stay in the dark. Despite your situation, it felt like an epic romance. Getting to run away with him in the dead of the night. The two of you make it to his door. He brings you inside, but still no words are exchanged.

He's standing very still in his apartment now, his face you can see he's thinking a mile a second even though he faces you. He seemed to finally remember your presence after noticing a little heart shaped blood splatter on your cheek.

"Oh, golly." He runs his hand through his hair and says your name in the most endearing way. "I-I ill let you use the bathroom first. It's, it's over this way" He points over to a door to his left. He doesn't look so well. But you can't help but think of how handsome he is, his face full of gentle worry. Despite the blood.

You close the bathroom door behind you, and without a second thought stripped down and used his shower.

You didn't know though that Edward out in the living room was spiralling. His head in his hands, this was the kind of thing he's been trying to fight, the person hes trying not to become. He stabbed someone tonight. Without a second thought. And planned to complete it if it wasn't for you. You. You finished it off. How, how were you going to get away with it? It's was his fault, he made you murder a man. They're gonna take you away. Somewhere, somewhere-

You step out of the bathroom forgetting that you didn't ask for spare clothes, you're glad he had a massive towel to wrap yourself in. But Edward doesn't even notice you standing there practically naked in his living room.

"Edward, honey are you alright?" No response

"Lets get you cleaned up now alright?"

You pull him along by this arm to the bathroom. His eyes distant, hes not really with you now. So you let him sit on the toilet seat and while you just fill up his bath with steamy water waiting for him.

"Eddie can I clean your clothes honey?" You test the endearment on your tongue and begin with removing his stylish glasses, he seems fine with that. Next his bloodied jacket and shoes and socks. Feeling encouraged by his calm response you try to remove his shirt, unbuttoning him. Then he grabs your arms, stopping you.

Now he finally looks shaken. His lips tremble, like there is something he just can't say. You wait for him to say them. But he's breaking apart quickly.

"Okay, it's alright, just let me hold you." You reassure him. He releases you and you take his head into your chest. "It's okay sweetheart, I want to make you feel better, make you feel clean" you repeat these words to him until it was the only thing on your mind. Same words you have used on yourself many times in the past.

Something in him finally breaks, and you feel him begin to sob into you. It's heartbreaking, he wails loudly in his own towel that you're wearing at your chest. Holding you tightly against him.

You wonder if it was his first time, seeing death, it certainly was not yours.

But you were wrong, it was not the death. His tears were from something else. It's you. He's never felt someone's affection like this. Being held, and told words of reassurance. Feeling like a treasure in your arms. In the trouble you both were in now 'how could he let this go once it's taken from him?'

Edward was inconsolable for a little while, but you love him, it was a privilege to have his tears against your chest. You soothed his back and head. He had such lovely brown hair. Giving his hairline a kiss, he calmed down enough for you to continue undressing him. You recognize this behaviour, he's dissociated for a little while. He needs some rest.

You have him naked in his tub in just a few minutes. He's only a little shy now. Trying to cover his privates while you soap him clean. It feels like a test, temptation on a silver platter. You control yourself from touching the most beautiful body you have seen. He blushes so prettily, the pink runs down his chest, and your eyes roam down to his round belly and thighs, desire heats up between your legs. But it's not the time to think about yourself, he deserves to be loved and respected.

When you're done, you try to dry him off, but he grows shy and quickly takes over wiping himself. When you two enter his bedroom he dresses himself in cotton shorts and a thin sweater, and he gives you some of his clothes to wear. You settle on a long pajama shirt, the pant were too long to wear.

"We can, talk tomorrow..about what to…do.." He quietly says and hesitates.

"We can…share the bed" his whole face turns tomato red at his own suggestion. After all what's happened tonight he feels confident that you want to be near him.

You give him a sweet hopeful grin and you both climb into bed. With your head on his chest, you smile and inhale his scent deep, and think that this is how it should always be before falling fast asleep.

______________

< One year ago >

Three new people will be added to the company. The welcome party was quite nice so far, nice little finger food, you've already put a few in your bag.

They did the same thing for you few years ago when you got this job. No one questioned how you got it. And you're so grateful for Mr. Wayne.

Six years ago you were just a teenager working at one of Salvatore Maroni's drops factory. When the drug finally killed both your brothers, you started adding undetectable poison into your own mix of drops in an attempt to get back at the dealers who sold them to kids. You killed some successfully, but not without getting innocent deaths. Whole families died from your drug mix. Fueled by hate and obsessed with cleansing the city, dozens of people died by your doing, many unnoticed and only marked off at drops overdoses, and even unfortunate bystanders had to go. Many of the deaths of mafia big names made the news, dubing you as The Pusher Killer. But after years, you couldn't carry on living with the hate in your heart and the guilt. You were suffering from the darkness of your life.

Then one day a masked man approached you and asked for locations of the drops factories in exchange for the start of a new life. The man looked alarmingly similar to the young bruce wayne you see on the news. But with the scarf and hood you couldn't confirm it. You took the deal. And here you are now with a new name and a clean start. Though what you've done, will always haunt you. The guilt follows you like a ghost, a prison you have not escaped.

The three men that have been added to your IT department, they all look a little similar to eachother. One of them has stylish translucent glasses on, maybe you should introduce yourself. He was unassuming though he was tall, and simply stood off to the side of the snacks table offering anyone who came by him a little smile. Cute.

You introduce yourself "hey I work in reception, what's your name?"

"Edward"

"Welcome to the team! But the IT and reception departments don't overlap much." He blinked a few times, trying to get a baring of things perhaps. "So I'm glad to have a chance to talk you you." He blushes and is thinking of saying something, but it's a few moments till he says it.

"What happens again, but different both times?"

"..what..?"

"It- its a riddle. What can happen again, but is different both times?"

"I..uh. um."

"Nevermind-"

"No, no, let me think for a moment"

"Kay" He waits patiently with his lips pursed together. You go through a few options first. He shakes his head, all wrong.

What can happen again, but is different both times?

Then it hits you, like opening your eyes for the first time. The answer hits home so closely, you almost feel like a child again in wonder with the wide world.

"Is it..a second chance?"

His smile blinds you, Edward shines like you've never seen anyone before. "Yes!!" He giggles. "Yes, and we will have the chance to see each other again!" He revels in both of your victories, unaware of what had just happened to you. As if he had no idea that your world just got a little brighter, because he's made you remember where you are, in the middle of your second chance. The look in his eyes, they are like yours somehow. And he knows it too. You look at him I awe, laughing along with him. While all at once you are falling.

Is this it?

"Do you- well, I know it sounds lame, but- do you believe in that?" You ask him and look past those spectacles he wears and see his big green eyes magnified and blinking down at you.

"In- in second chances?" He doesn't really think for even a second when he says. "Of course I do." And he smiles till it reaches his eyes. Oh. Of course, its him. He's the one for me. Your heart just soars.

But in the first week working there, Edward began to ignore you, you were not sure why. Edward is ashamed to say, but at that welcome party he felt special after you talked to him. But it turns out you're quite friendly with practically everyone else. He won't get his hopes up if he doesn't talk to you as often, so he just won't.

___________

< Present >

You awoke when it was still dark, checking your phone time, it says 2:33 am.

Sometime in the night Edward pulled away from you and curled up in a little ball. You look over and try to get a look at him. He's fast asleep, the way he sleeps seems a little tense. But cute nonetheless. You slowly curled over him, becoming the big spoon. He relaxes a little.

After a few minutes he begins to shiver. But not from cold. You think it's a dream. He suddenly gasps and wakes up, opening his eyes which have become glassy.

You hold him tighter, letting you know that you're there. "I'm here with you"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's just me. What- what did you dream about?"

"Hmn, the same things really. From the orphanage that I was raised in. Just how…cold it was… how lonely."

"Oh eddie." You rub his skin gently. "Im sorry, but I'm glad, that it's in the past. You're here now, with me. Together. Im happy."

"You're happy with me?"

"Yes, I am"

You roll him over to face you. You see the sadness of his brow, he worries just like you. Where will all the pieces fall? The two of you will have to face whatever consequences come through from the events of Tonight. Maybe Gotham detectives will only find the body in the morning. Find you and lock you away. Maybe they don't suspect you at all. Maybe you will be together with Edward from this point on and never be found out. Maybe in a few moments they will break into Eddie's apartment and take him too.

It was a long tense pause before he responded to your bold implication about the two of you. "Well. I'm not so sure how long we have till it's all taken away."

"I won't waste time then." Your hand holds the apple of his cheek, and he closes his eyes from the feeling. Once they opened you close the distance between you and kiss him the way you've always dreamed of.

Part 2

#the second time you chose right #danonation #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #my fic #edward nashton #edward nashton x you #Edward nashton x original female character

[linghxr]

What I’m watching (cdrama edition)

I don’t really talk about cdramas on this blog except for this one ask I responded to over 1 1/2 years ago. I’ve been branching out and watching more Chinese-language shows lately, so I thought I’d share what I’ve been watching.

Already watched:

《想见你》 Someday or One Day Unless I’m forgetting something, this was the first Chinese-language show I ever finished (I previously started but abandoned a few others). It’s a love story but also a mystery and kind of a time travel story, so it really has something for everyone. I am not a romance fan, but I ended up crying over the relationship. I was somewhat disappointed by the movie version, which only made me think more highly of the show honestly.

《开端》 Reset I couldn’t watch this show late at night because it really got my adrenaline pumping, and I just couldn’t turn it off! If you want a show that that will have you on the edge of your seat but also has a more human side, then definitely check this out. The characters were very memorable, and the show was the perfect length in my opinion. I think this show deserved all the hype it got.

《流星花园》（2018） Meteor Garden (2018) I decided to check this out because I’ve seen a lot of reference to Meteor Garden over the years. I chose the 2018 version because I could not bring myself to look at 2001 hairstyles. This show starts out as kind of an enemies-to-lovers story but then shifts to just a romance story. My interest waned a bit by the second half—I think they should have kept it under 40 episodes. I also didn’t really care for the subplots involving the secondary characters. 

《摇滚狂花》 Rock it, Mom This was a very short drama and a quick watch. It’s about a has-been rock singer reuniting with her estranged daughter. At first, it felt fresh and interesting, but it got old fast. I felt like the characters didn’t have much growth or development. I also found the ending to be unsatisfying.

Currently watching:

《消失的孩子》 The Disappearing Child I've been watching this show gradually with my friends, and we’re almost done! We’re all really enjoying it. As the name suggests, there is a child who disappears, but there’s also two other storylines involved. We were going crazy trying to guess how the three would connect. Now that the plotlines are starting to converge, the payoff is insane. This show will hook you instantly but also keep you on your toes. 

《猎罪图鉴》 Under the Skin I am about 1/3 through this show, which I’m watching...with my dad! It follows an artist working as a police sketch artist and a police detective, both of who are haunted by a past murder that connects them. I don’t think this show is very realistic, and it’s also hard to follow at times, but I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes.

《你安全吗？》 Are You Safe? I watched the first few episodes of this show but then stopped because I was watching too many shows at once. I’m determined to at least give it another go. So far it’s about a man who works as a technology consultant/vigilante hacker(?). I’m not sure where it’s going because frankly I don’t remember what has happened so far.

《她和她的她》 Shards of Her I literally just started this show, so I don’t even really know what it’s about or what will happen. But it looked interesting, and I heard it was good. 

On my radar/watchlist:

《隐秘的角落》 The Bad Kids

《沉默的真相》 The Long Night

《狂飙》 The Knockout

《摩天大楼》 A Murderous Affair in Horizon Tower (shoutout to @liu-anhuaming)

《回来的女儿》 Homesick

As you may have noticed, I’m mostly interested in short mystery/crime shows. Police lingo is difficult for me to understand, but hopefully I will improve as I watch more shows!

#cdrama #cdramas #my watchlist

[damnhotmsimmons]

Garcia’s Love Interests, a summary...

Jason Clark Battle: Smug corrupt cop, shot Garcia and tried to murder her again

Kevin Lynch: Computer nerd who tends to put his own needs over hers, makes rash decisions without her consent, breaks up with her when she turns down his marriage proposal and isn’t understanding her reasons as to why she doesn’t want to get married. Seems also adamant in wanting her to settle down like going with her to Karachi on short notice or living in a farm. Get’s worked up when she dates Sam

Sam: Was in like two episodes, has like no characterization. Disappeared and is forgotten not long after that

Shane Wyeth: A hacker, manipulator, toxic former lover and narcissistic, constantly bringing up Garcia’s past as The Black Queen and rubbing it in her face that he knows everything about her, including her relationship with Morgan. He also reveals that he has been watching her for some time

Tyler Green: A vigilante with emotional baggage and anger issues, “trapped” Garcia back into a job she hates and treated her with hostility when they first met. Not to mention how he also brought up her past as The Black Queen and rubbed it in her face. He even guilt tripped her into staying together, leading to that post credits scene...

Meanwhile there’s....

Luke Alvez: Respects Garcia’s boundaries, is protective of her, would fight anyone to protect her, and always has heart eyes over her entire presence. He cares about her well being and he allows her to be open with him especially when she tells him about Alexei Stanovich. Sadly, they went on one date and is forgotten after that. Despite that, Luke still gives heart eyes to Garcia and continues to be respectful and mindful of her boundaries and also looking out for her when needed

I know there’s also Derek Morgan, but sadly, the two remained friends despite the playful banter and he is already married to Savannah

I think I missed a few things, feel free to add anything to this post

#penelope garcia #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #luke alvez #tyler green #garvez #derek morgan

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Evergreen (Like Mother, Like Son)

Evergreen (like mother, like son) by Arhj12

Inko won't lie. She knows she's been a bit of a wildcard in the past. But she has her wonderful son and she's put her past behind her. So she shoved her vigilante gear and old diaries under a floorboard where nobody would find them. God knows she doesn't want Izuku following in her footsteps.

Aizawa has a headache. That damn vigilante is causing chaos again. The name Helios is infamous in this area and the sarcastic green-clad vigilante is back after disappearing for more than a decade.

Yamada really likes Cafe Evergreen. It's a few blocks from UA and the barista Midoriya is always a hoot! He just wonders where the owner is. Surely a kid isn't running an entire business by himself?

Nedzu has a new online chess competitor. Mightymight69 has been tying him for the last few weeks. He's not going to let this potential go down the drain.

Or:

Inko liked fucking with people and after her death Izuku does too.

Words: 1857, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Nedzu

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Smart Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Scary Midoriya Izuku, Confident Midoriya Izuku, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Barista Midoriya Izuku, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Hacker Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has All for One Quirk, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Dead Midoriya Inko, BAMF Midoriya Inko, Vigilante Midoriya Inko, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shop Owner Midoriya Izuku, Self-Indulgent, Vent Cryptid | Gremlin Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46426399

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♦ #Erasermic· #Izuku Midoriya #A:Arhj #Vigilante AU #Dad for One #Dadzawa #Café AU

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Evergreen (Like Mother, Like Son)

Evergreen (like mother, like son) by Arhj12

Inko won't lie. She knows she's been a bit of a wildcard in the past. But she has her wonderful son and she's put her past behind her. So she shoved her vigilante gear and old diaries under a floorboard where nobody would find them. God knows she doesn't want Izuku following in her footsteps.

Aizawa has a headache. That damn vigilante is causing chaos again. The name Helios is infamous in this area and the sarcastic green-clad vigilante is back after disappearing for more than a decade.

Yamada really likes Cafe Evergreen. It's a few blocks from UA and the barista Midoriya is always a hoot! He just wonders where the owner is. Surely a kid isn't running an entire business by himself?

Nedzu has a new online chess competitor. Mightymight69 has been tying him for the last few weeks. He's not going to let this potential go down the drain.

Or:

Inko liked fucking with people and after her death Izuku does too.

Words: 1857, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Nedzu

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Smart Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Scary Midoriya Izuku, Confident Midoriya Izuku, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Barista Midoriya Izuku, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Hacker Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has All for One Quirk, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Dead Midoriya Inko, BAMF Midoriya Inko, Vigilante Midoriya Inko, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shop Owner Midoriya Izuku, Self-Indulgent, Vent Cryptid | Gremlin Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46426399

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥ #Erasermic #Izuku Midoriya #Inko Midoriya #A:Arhj #Vigilante AU #Quirk AU #Dadzawa #Café AU

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Kate Bishop Masterlist

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Oneshots:

The Best Medicine is Honesty : Reader runs a clinic in Hell's kitchen but spends their free time patching up stray vigilantes that show up on their doorstep.

Royal Pain: The queen has a bounty on Readers head and sends her best archer after them.

Katie & Coffee Cups- Kate shows up at Readers door to get patched up after a fight on the rooftop with Clint.

Two Fingers of Whiskey [18+]- Reader is having a rough day at work and Kate knows just how to remedy the situation.

The Sun Also Rises- When Reader gets injured during a mission, Kate realizes that it's now or never.

Past Tense- Kate Bishop returns to her hometown unexpectedly following some bad news. She's shocked when she runs into you and struggles to grapple with her past choices.

I'll Be Home For Christmas [Completed]

When Reader needs a last-minute date for the holiday weekend, she blackmails Kate into attending as her partner.

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Epilogue]

Just Like the Ones We Used to Know [Sequel]

It's been three years since your disastrous plot to bring a fake girlfriend to the family Christmas. Not much good came out of the endeavor, but you did manage to get the girl. What happens when your estranged family makes a second appearance, disrupting your life with your found one?

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five]

The Bishop Girl [Completed]

Reader works for a company that caters all of the Bishop Families events. Here, y/n gets into trouble with Eleanor Bishop's elusive daughter.

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three]

A Favor For Clint [Completed]

Reader used to work as an expert hacker for SHIELD, but has since severed ties with the organization. They will help Clint Barton out from time to time, and now, his protege Kate Bishop.

[Part One | Part Two]

En Garde! Kate Bishop

Kate Bishop and reader have been adversaries since childhood. But years after graduation, the two cross paths again and struggle with a past rivalry shrouded in new feelings.

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five]

I Don't Bite

After a sick day, reader realizes some weird things about her next-door neighbor: like pointy fangs and a thirst for blood.

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight]

Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot

Reader encounters a wolf in the middle of the woods and suffers dire consequences.

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six]

Magnetic [Completed]

Reader is from Earth 2099 and is fated to fall in love with Kate Bishop in every Universe.

[ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five]

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full name: zelda katherine adair nicknames: tbd gender / pronouns: demi-girl, she/they age & birthday: 30, march 21st occupation: jazz singer at godfather house of blues, ethical hacker affiliation: executioners, vigilante orientation & status: homosexual kinsey scale 6, single strengths: bold, protective, outspoken, friendly, talented weaknesses: overzealous, paranoid, impulsive, sarcastic, rash character inspo: nomi (sense8), darlene (mr. robot), allison hargreeves (the umbrella academy), mika (orphan black), mindy meeks-martin (scream vi), raven reyes (the 100), abby sciuto (ncis), jynn urso (rogue one), fox mulder (the x-files)

- diving deeper

* ◟ : 〔 jasmin savoy brown , demi-woman + she/they 〕 ZELDA ADAIR , some say you’re a THIRTY YEARS OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both BOLD and PARANOID , one can’t help but think of NO COMPLAINTS by NOAH KAHAN when you walk by. are you still a JAZZ SINGER , HACKER / VIGILANTE at GODFATHER HOUSE OF BLUES / EXECUTIONERS, even with your reputation as THE ICARIAN? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LATE NIGHT CLICKING OF A MECHANICAL KEYBOARD, A FACE ILLUMINATED BY BLUE LIGHT IN AN OTHERWISE DARK ROOM, LIVING MULTIPLE LIVES, EIGHTIES & NINETIES VINTAGE T-SHIRTS, AND INSOMNIA INDUCED BLANKET FORTS & MOVIE MARATHONS, although we can’t help but think of ALLISON HARGREEVES (THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY), DARLENE (MR. ROBOT), MINDY MEEKS-MARTIN (SCREAM VI), NOMI (SENSE8), MIKA (ORPHAN BLACK) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

BACKGROUND.

tw: infertility

born in roanoke, virginia to ruth and clarence adair. ruth, a teacher, named her zelda katherine after katherine johnson a world renowned mathematician and one of the first african american women to work as a nasa scientist. her father, a senior game developer in his own company, picked zelda after one of his all-time favorite video games that inspired him to create his games and company.

it's safe to say they both expected great things from their only child. they'd wanted more, but as time went on and conditions of the world worsened the subsequent attempts failed. this was something that seemed to upset zelda more than her parents growing up, as it always felt incredibly lonely in her world.

school always went well for zelda in terms of performance. she was exceptionally good in science, math, and technology. computers were her top interest, but she also enjoyed her extracurriculars like theater, choir, and track. she even reinstated and led the paranormal club, another hobby of hers that carried on well past high school.

because of their academic prowess they were able to get a scholarship to nyu and mixed with their college fund it was feasible for her to actually go. it was hard to say goodbye to everything she knew but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and there wasn't anything truly holding them back except maybe her parents. everyone has to leave the nest eventually, right?

zelda had been excited for college, to be out on her own in a big city and with the freedom to meet new people, learn new things, and maybe start building a life. though she always had a problem with dreaming big and reaching for the stars without a space suit on.

some of the things she hoped for came true, she did learn new things. lots of new things. in fact life became a series of lessons, some good and some bad, that never really stopped. unable to blossom in the social department they focused on their studies and it paid off in the form of a paid internship at stoneage industries. it was there they started on a project, creating a replicant code meant to be able to fulfill a hole similar to the one that was in her own family. perhaps even make it so they could age, and develop just like any other human. give them free will which was against the mold but she didn't care.

unfortunately she wasn't as experienced as she should've been in order to be advancing code like she was trying to do. zelda should've stuck to the basics instead of trying to reach for the stars but she didn't, she wanted to do something great ( and if you ask her, she did ). link was great, his code a little off but that's what made him special - he could ( kind of ) think for himself and even if he had a few bugs, it wasn't like she couldn't fix them. all code had bugs to be worked out.

she didn't get a chance to do that at stoneage, however. in fact, the longer she worked for stoneage the more she realized just how barbaric they were. one thing was certain, there was no way she was going to let them destroy her creation brother, just because his code was a little off - she could fix that, she knew she could. he had feelings, he was her family. so, she quit stoneage and declined continuing on in the masters program at school. her and link found an apartment where they could live in peace ( hopefully ).

each of them were able to get a job at godfather house of blues, that way they could each make money and she could keep an eye out for and on link. she made extra money doing hacker/coding work on the side and in her spare time did a lot of ethical hacking, primarily chasing those trying to hurt others, especially the innocents of the world. like link, like she was once upon a time.

it was through that work she was discovered by the executioners. of course she agreed with their cause and while she'd never work for the government again, she would still like to see the crime in the city stop. her days and nights are spent in a roundabout between all these positions, all the while trying to keep blade runners from catching on to them and still attempting to live a normal life. at this point, though, she had no clue what tomorrow would bring.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

college friends / rivals

people who knew her when she worked at stoneage

people suspicious of link

fans of jazz music

failed dates ( female only )

best friend (s)

other executioners

replicant sympathizers

HEADCANONS.

lives in a two bedroom apartment with her brother link. she has outfitted the place with a make-shift security system in an attempt to protect them, though it's always a toss-up if link will remember the code or to set it when he leaves.

she can regularly be found on forums online dedicated to paranormal, aliens, conspiracies, and, of course, replicants. the former items have been a lifelong hobby - the latter has been since she created link. she runs a blog specifically themed to paranormal / alien / cryptid stories, sightings, and reports.

zelda fell out of contact with her parents when things really started going south in the world in terms of environment, etc. they refused to leave roanoke and she is afraid she'll never talk to them again.

her hair changes a lot, color, style, etc. some would think it's to evade anyone looking for her and link, but really it's because it's her way of letting out expression or rebelling against society in general

more coming...

#zelda | intro #lawlessintro

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Chapter 4: Reminiscent

Collateral Damage Masterlist

Pairing: Changbin x Original Character [Rory] x Lee Know

Includes: Underground Crime Member Changbin, vigilante original AFAB main character, antihero district attorney Lee Minho

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, mentions of criminal behavior, mentions of past trauma (which include physical and mental abuse), angst, mentions of death and murder

"The coast is clear." Yeji came through on my ear piece. Her drone could be heard swooping through the alley way after it had scanned the building and the street for the past hour.

"Thank god." I grumbled as I climbed out of the dumpster I was hiding in, like I was some sort of raccoon that had been scavenging for garbage.

"You should probably take a shower as soon as possible." Yeji poked fun. She wasn't wrong but damnit I didn't need to be kicked while I was down.

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny Yej." I laid the sarcasm on as thick as possible. "Maybe one of these days we'll switch roles and you can be out here in the dumpster while I'm cozy in my jammies behind the computer."

Her end of the line was quiet for a minute.

"Okay...fair point."

"That's what I thought." I chuckled as I adjusted my skimpy black dress. I had a few scrapes on my leg from climbing in and out of the dumpster. Other than that my body seemed fine but as I suspected, my shoes were ruined from the unspeakable things I had stepped on. All in all I still looked pretty damn good though.

I pulled out my phone from my clutch to check the time.

4:00 am.

"I can't believe we got everything downloaded in time." I sighed, finally processing the fact that the job was a success.

"Me either ." Yej sounded exhausted on her end.

My job tonight had been to gather data. A wealthy business man that had tangled with the wrong people had information on his phone that was needed and I was the one tasked with collecting it. After several vodka shots, dancing, and many disgusting groping sessions later I had managed to connect my phone to this idiots. Yeji transferred the data in time but the assholes friends sharing the VIP section with us noticed I was doing more than just grinding on their boss. I had to duck out of there quicker than expected and the fact we still got the data was nothing short of a miracle. I had bolted out the back of the club and ran for 4 blocks. In heels. Like an absolute insane person. Yeji had eyes in the sky and monitored me the whole time. She suggested I hunker down somewhere because more men had been called in by their boss.

That was how I found myself diving into a dumpster for cover. It wasn't ideal. The squealching garbage below my high heels had been the first sign that these shoes were having their last run. I laid low, nesting in the disgusting bags for an hour. Yeji's drones were circling the area the whole time and she stayed in my ear constantly with updates.

Yeji had said the boss man had fled while his men searched blocks for me. Even after calling in backup they thankfully hadn't found any sign or trace of me. Yeji confirmed they had all reconvened at the club before leaving the area.

Yeji gave me the all clear after she scanned the bars cameras and the street cameras for any sign of the enemy. The perks of having an amazing hacker as your backup was that she could tap into anything at any time.

"One of these days our luck is going to run out." Yeji's anxiety still laced her voice.

"Is that a hint of care in your voice Yej?" I laughed, "Don't go soft on me now!" I walked to the end of the alley. Deciding the best route to get myself home. Of course I overestimated that this would be an easy and quick job. I came here in an Uber, thinking there was no need for my bike tonight. Regardless of overestimating I still handled myself. I've always handled myself.

But Yeji was right. One day our luck could run out, although that was the best thing about having nothing to lose. It won't matter if it runs out. At that thought my traitorous stomach did a little flip and images of Changbins warm brown eyes danced through my mind. It was hard as hell to get the memories of his lips on mine out of my head. Every day for the last week I had found myself day dreaming about that man's lips or hands roaming my body. God he was good with his hands. I pushed the thoughts away. No need to torture myself more. I hadn't even texted the poor guy like he wanted me to. Hopefully he took the hint and figured out I wasn't interested. It was just some fun to be had. A shame I didn't get to see how good he was in bed.

My phone started buzzing in my hand, to my relief it was a distraction from my idiotic brain. Looking down I saw the caller id, "unknown". I knew exactly who this would be.

"Yej, he's calling, I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Tell him I'll have this data over to him by tomorrow afternoon."

My in ear went silent so I took it out and dropped it in my clutch.

"Hey." I answered the call.

"Success?" The curious voice on the other end asked.

"Success. There were hiccups but... It worked out. Yej said she'll have it to you by tomorrow afternoon."

"Good. One more question." The line was quiet for a moment.

"Alright, ask away?"

"Need a ride?" A black Porsche pulled up in front of the curb. The passenger side window to the sleek car rolled down but I knew who was going to be on the other side already.

"Minho." I said with a little snarkiness in my voice, ending the call since he was now sitting in front of me. I walked up to the window running my finger along the sleek body. "I'm not so sure you want this street trash in your car." I leaned into the open window, his car smelling of leather and his cologne. A very rich earthy scent with a touch of sweetness. The mans side profile was sharp, he always looked like perfection. Like someone off of a movie or TV show. His hair was longer than the last time I saw him, styled immaculately just like the rest of him. Normally he's in a full suit but his jacket was off, discarded in the back seat. His sleeves to his dress shirt were rolled up revealing his forearms. He had a smug smile plastered too his face.

"Yej told me you were hiding out in a dumpster. You can take the girl out of the trash but you can't take the trash out of the girl I guess." His eyebrow quirked at me.

Damnit Yej, I shook my head. He must have been messaging her when the job took longer than he anticipated. I hated for Minho to know anything outside of the bare minimum. As long as the job was done, nothing else mattered. Yeji knew that. An oversized bath towel hit me, slapping me out of my thoughts.

"Lay that in the seat and I'll give you a ride." I groaned from emberassment but still pulled the car door open. Once the towel was placed across the seat and floorboard I quickly kicked my heels off and left them on the curb in front of the bar. "I'll save you the trauma of having those awful shoes in here." I climbed into the passenger seat and for the first time in hours relaxed my tense body.

"Not very often that you come to me instead of me coming to you." Technically he shouldn't be seen with me ever. I'm supposed to be unaffiliated with him. No linkable connections keeps the operation safe. Picking me up from a job? Absolutely unheard of.

"Yeji notified me." His voice was calm and easy, meanwhile I let my mouth run with my thoughts on Yeji ratting in me.

"She could've kept her mouth shut. We did the job, we got what we needed! Just like always." I huffed and crossed my arms, my bull headed attitude always led the charge. I hated Minho knowing when things went wrong. I didn't run and tell the boss about her coms system failing at the museum! Although outing that would have also outed the whole Changbin incident and I didn't need that... but still!

"Don't be mad at Yeji. You know she's the eyes in the sky for a reason. These people weren't planning on playing patty cake once they caught you Rory."

"And I didn't get caught did I?! I've fought plenty of men before! I would have been fine! I don't need her or you t-"

"Shut your mouth for once Rory!" His commanding tone silencing the car. My anger raging inside me but knowing I was wasting my breath arguing with him. We were stopped at a red light. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tight I could see the veins popping across the back of his hands.

"Fine. It's shut." I taunted back. Resolving myself to sulking like a scolded child. Our usual dynamic these days.

Sometimes a little sprinkle of the nice witty Minho I once knew pops out. We were always total opposites but we did get along pretty well at one point. Maybe it was his job that changed things. Being the District Attorney for New York City wasn't easy I'm sure. He was calculated and business like. He was well put together and ran the whole city the way he needed to. That's where me and Yeji and his other little soldiers came in. We made sure he could secure the convictions he needed. We made the evidence appear when he needed it, we made the witness magically appear if they werent coming forward. He got what he wanted, and then some. His Gucci wallet wasn't the only thing in his pocket. The mayor, the chief of police, and many more powerful players were all in there as well.

"You would be dead right now." He ground out, "Be grateful Yeji gave a shit to do extra work to keep you safe and to call me." A heavy silence filled the car as we sat there. The light turned green so he accelerated as we turned left.

'You would be dead right now' the words echoing through my mind in the silence of the car. Why did he care?

"This job is the only reason I'm living, right? Not that big of a deal if I died." He knew damn well what I meant by my words. He inhaled sharply like he was about to say something but he purses his lips and stayed silent.

Before all this I was a girl caught up in a world that she didn't choose for herself. Just like everyone else in the world, we don't get to choose the cards we're dealt. Your parents are supposed to love and protect you. Mine? I think they had the definitions of those words confused because they did the opposite. They loved each other at some point but once drugs came in the picture, the love for each other ended, and there was none to spare for me either. The love of the drugs was all that consumed them.

Drugs do a lot of things to people. It changed my dad from a kind person to a mean and bitter person. A man who would have never laid a hand on a person, to a man who threw punches at my mother for fun to see how big of a bruise he could leave. She became a shell of who she once was. That's all I really remember. The beginning of my life being so bright and beautiful, and then a never ending darkness.

The darkness was too much for my mom at some point. I was 10 when I came home from school and she was gone. Only a note remained saying she couldn't live in hell anymore. The irony that she couldn't live in it but could leave her daughter to live in it was never lost on me. My mother was the focus for most of the abuse because she was what my father chose to fixate on. Without her though, the fixation moved to me. He was a disgrace of a human, let alone a father.

When he wasnt on a bender he would push product, our only source of income. He was careful to always deal it out so he never paid for his own supply and whatever was left went to bills, alcohol and the bare minimum of groceries- if he remembered to buy them.

The years after my mom left weren't easy and my dad got sloppier and sloppier. He was using his own supply and not selling anything. If you don't sell, you don't make the money back, and if you don't make the money back...well, then your dealer had your name at the top of their list.

I had just turned 14 the day they came to collect the debt. I was hiding in my room upstairs, I always knew to hide when the men in the black suits showed up. I can still remember hiding in my closet as the sound of fighting downstairs escalated. A loud crash shook the house and my dad screamed. I don't know what words were shared amongst my father and those men, all I knew was soon the sound of footsteps came up the stairs and my closet door was ripped open. I fought but it was no use. I was grabbed and tossed over the giant man's shoulder and drug from my childhood home never to return again.

"Do you ever regret it?" Minho asked, rousing me from my memories.

"Hm?" I turned to look at him. His sharp features visible in the fractured street light that beamed through the windows. "Regret what?"

"Meeting me?" He glanced my way briefly before looking back to the road. I couldn't help but chuckle before turning to stare out the passenger side window.

"No Minho...not for one second." And it was the truth. "But I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm happy that he..." he faultered, his eyebrows creasing as he continued. "That Jason..." His voice was tight around the words. Saying this name was hard for him. It was hard for me to. "...brought us together." He finished.

The moment between us was bittersweet. I wanted to say more but I didn't know what to say. So instead of speaking I let the silence fill the car and take control. The silence always filled the spaces that me and Minho didn't know how to navigate.

After some time weaving through traffic we hit a road block. We were in the South part of the city fighting to get to the East but now we knew why the traffic was so bad. Police lights lit up the distance as we got closer.

"Sorry you have to deal with me for longer." I quipped as we waiting in the slow moving traffic.

He paused, opening his mouth but closing it. The potential words that were about to be uttered now lost on his lips. His strong jawed and cold demeanor almost seemed to waver but it was all in my head, I'm sure.

Finally he cleared his throat and swallowed whatever hesitance he had felt. "It's fine." The short sentence allowing the awkward silence to consume the vehicle again.

We used to be able to talk. We used to be able to laugh. If Jason were here what would he have to say? He would probably start by asking us to get pizza and beer. His simple and most favorite luxury in life. Then he'd probably tell both of us that we're being idiots. He'd be pissed to see our friendship reduced to awkward car talk. This was the worst pep talk in the history of pep talks but I made up my mind to lighten the mood.

"This is why I prefer a bike ya know? I can zoom in-between traffic. Nothing slows me down. Your bougie car though? It can go fast, sure, but not in these streets." I say matter of factly.

"Yeah? And what about that time you got road rash when you were zooming in-between traffic to get away from that one guy?" He chuckled at the memory. "Your whole back was hamburger! Gosh what was that guys name?"

"Dominic." I groaned, letting my head fall against the headrest. "Of course you remember that. Fuck that hurt and that guy was such an asshole!"

Minho's chuckle turned into a full laugh, "You had just started working for me." He glanced in my direction with what looked like a warm smile as he recalled the memory "Thought I had made a mistake in picking you for the job."

"Hey, hey, hey! I still did the job! Hamburger back and all! And Dominic got a cozy 6 x 8 jail cell and 3 roommates." I crossed my arms and smuggly nestled into the car seat. Minho couldn't help himself but use that opportunity to dive into talking about work. I'd be lying if I wasn't interested though. We used to talk a lot about the city and the things he was doing or trying to do.

"We finally caught all of them you know? The whole outfit, they're all going away for a very very long time." This had been a years long saga for us. Me helping put evidence of the bad guys at the scenes of crimes so Minho could easily bag them.

"Seriously!?" I was ecstatic to hear those fuckers were off the streets. The web of human trafficking was impossibly massive, but taking out a few strands of the disgusting web out was still important.

"Yeah, it couldn't have been done without you. You found that laptop in his apartment back then that was full of those contacts and leads. We're still utilizing that information. Without it, we would'nt be this far in the case."

It had been 4 years since I got Dominic locked up, so this had been a long time coming. Catching him had been one of my first gigs underneath Minho and I'd take getting road rash any day since it meant we saved so many lives. Minho rambled on about the sting operation the department had done. There was plenty of time to kill while we waited in traffic and I held onto every word.

This version of Minho, the hard working law abiding District Attorney who wanted to catch criminals, was always interesting to see. Because unlike the public, I knew of his other side...or sides, plural. The cold harsh liar who was nothing more than a criminal himself. The man who could torture the humanity out of anyone. His ruthless tactics were honestly an art form. He has a long reach , lots of people doing his dirty work, executing his plans as he sees fit, but he's not afraid to get dirty himself. All of us underneath him are a part of his game. Tied to him by whatever circumstances made our paths cross.

"Holy shit, thats a bad wreck!" I said as we finally made our way to the heart of the accident that was slowing us down. Emergency vehicles were everywhere and cops were directing traffic as best they could.

"Just pray none of these idiots recognize my car and wanna talk." Minho huffed, sinking into his seat like it could hide him from plain view.

A car had been t-boned, it was flipped on its side and it was smoking like it had previously been burning. The char marks surrounding it indicated as much. Another night, another reckless Levanter City driver. There were several human sized masses covered in white sheets laying on the sidewalk as we passed by.

My breathe hitched when the wind blew one of the covers off and recognition hit me. The man laying dead on the asphalt was the man from the club. The man that just hours before I was duping to steal information off his phone. Now, he was nothing but a lifeless cold body.

"Did- did you-?" I turned to Minho.

"I did what I had to." His voice edged with malice making a chill ran down my spine.

"Well...good riddance to bad rubbish. He was a sloppy kisser and groped my ass way to much." I sighed leaning back into my seat. I averted my gaze from the wreckage and looked at Minho. "Your city is safe again." I feigned a joyous tone and waved my hands in the air like jazz hands. He sent a scowl my direction before he turned back to focus on the road.

"I didn't do that for the city. I did it for you. Now that I know he touched you like that... I'm even more glad he's dead." Those veins in his hands had returned, popping across the backs of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. The sleeves to his dress shirt were rolled up and I could now see veins across his forearm. And was that another vein in his neck?

"You do realize 75% of my job is seducing pea brain idiots like that? He wasn't the first and he won't be the last." I watch his face intently. He's so hard to read. Always has been. We usually don't go into too many details when it comes to how I execute the jobs he gives me.

"I try not to think about it too much." His voice low and gruff.

"I've been through worse Minho." His jaw clenches at my words. His sharp features were always so mesmerizing, even when he was angry or frustrated. I had been leaning on the center console as I watched him but decided to nestle into my seat. Our conversation had tapered off anyway so I let the silence return. The damned usual silence that haunted us at every turn.

Minho had been a saving grace for me, in a time when I had needed protection. It's not like he did it all out of the goodness of his heart, since part of our deal was a contract that entails me working for him, but none the less, he was an important piece of my life.

At times he could feel like a friend since he knew my whole story, and honestly, we were friends in our own messed up way. Trauma bonds and all that...

My mind began to swirl with thoughts of the past but a stopped myself. Thinking about the past still made me sick to my stomach. Recalling anything more was self torture so I tamped down the thoughts and switched back to the present.

Tonight's mission could have obviously went wrong and I should be grateful Yeji had my back. I should also be grateful Minho came for me...and he killed for me.

"Thank you...for the backup." I spoke. Iwould definitely be kidnapped or dead right now if not for Minho. I felt his eyes on me as we slowed down at a stop light.

"I'm...I know I'm not the definition of a caring person...but I do care about you." I met his gaze, the stop light casting him in a red aura.

"Been a long time since you showed your heart Minho. Better put it back up for safe keeping." The mirth in his eyes seemed to dance for a moment, a corner of his mouth upturning. The stop light changed to green and he turned to put his eyes back on the road. I admired his side profile for a moment more. God what is it like to be a perfect human with no flaws I thought.

"They say if you take a picture it will last longer." He mumbled.

"But a picture just doesn't do it justice ya know? Your ugly mug is truly unbelievable." Never would I ever let him know that I think he's possibly one of the most beautiful humans I've ever seen.

"The sass out of your mouth is what's unbelievable. Yeji tells me sometimes the insane shit you say."

"First, Yej is a snitch and that's just a pure betrayal." I cross my arms pretending to be upset. "And second, Yej has heard all my greatest hits." I lean back into my seat smirking. I did curse like sailor & tend to get mouthy when anyone got curt with me.

"Oh how Yeji must loooove to be subjected to these colorful Rory catchphrases."

"Not everyone can beeee saur gifted." I say while a big yawn stretches my words. The exhaustion of everything creeping up on me all of a sudden.

"Close your eyes for a bit. We still got a ways to go." Minho extended a finger to the dash and pressed the heated seat button. Soon I felt the warmth engulfing me and I was a goner, my heavy eyelids falling shut. The car was silent except for the sounds of the tires on the road that was like a white noise lullaby. We stop at a stop light and Minho shuffles in his seat but I don't stir to see what he's doing. I'm too cozy. Soon I feel him draping something across me.

His jacket from the back seat.

He adjusts it so it's covering me as much as possible. Minho's smell envelopes me. His earthy relaxing smell. It should be illegal for any person to smell this good. The light must turn green because he stops adjusting the jacket to focus on driving.

His gesture is reminiscent to a time many years earlier with Minho. Memories of that time flood my mind making my heart constrict. Happier memories. Hopeful memories. And for a brief moment, I fall into the sweet spot in my mind where I was happy. Truly happy. So I stay there, long enough for the warm embrace of sleep to take me and the memories to fill my dreams.

Lee Minho brain rot is real 😵‍💫

here's some inspo pics I had saved when I was writing this 🤭

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