#so jinx now has this back and forth wondering if she CAN even Go back to the past

[fulcrums501st]

It’s not Powder vs Jinx.

It’s past vs present.

When Silco says Jinx needs to “let Powder die” he’s not trying to get Jinx to “kill her inner child” or that he only wants Jinx to be Jinx. Cuz Jinx and Powder are the same person.

He means you need to let the past die. Move on (or at least gaslight yourself into thinking you’ve moved on). So that you can become stronger and more capable from overcoming it. Untether yourself from the past so that you can accept who you are in the present.

So that the past can’t hurt you anymore.

And Jinx’s choice between the Jinx chair and the Powder chair isn’t about her choosing between two split personalities. It’s about her wondering if she can ever go back to the innocent person she used to be. If she can shrug off the present and revert to the past.

But this is of course impossible. She has grown up to become a very damaged person. You can’t just flip a switch and go back to the way you were pre-trauma and pre being raised by a guy who enabled all your self-destructive behaviors.

And Vi cannot enable Jinx the way Silco has. She won’t shoot Caitlyn for Jinx. There’s no way she would have “passed” Jinx’s messed up test. And even if she had, enabling Jinx’s violence would never have brought Powder back. Because Jinx is just who Powder has grown up to be.

Silco is right. Her name is Jinx. She’s not that girl anymore. Vi is still holding out hope that Jinx can revert back to her past innocent self. But things have changed too much. Some things can’t be undone. There’s no way to go back to the way things were. So might as well embrace the present, no matter how tragic and shitty it is.

So here’s to the new us.

[ha-rinrin]

I want to say, I love your writes and content! If you still take requests... I've been a little sad lately. So I was wondering if you ever get a chance too, could you maybe do a Jinx and Reader taking care of a sad Isha? Like maybe she never left her tent that day and just stayed in bed. Oddly specific I know 😅, but anyways, I hope you are doing well and of course this request is up to you. Thank you!

Thank u so much for your kind words! honestly I loved the idea cause I've also been feeling a bit down, that why I've been MAI for the past week, I'm really sorry about that, theres been a lot going on but I’ll try harder to keep making more fics and fulfilling requests. I swear, hope you didn't forget about me ;)

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Not Alone

The hideout was quieter than usual, the hum of activity in the air replaced by an uncomfortable stillness. You glanced at Jinx, who had been pacing back and forth with an expression that didn’t quite match the usual spark in her eyes. She was tense, scared even.

"I just don’t get it," Jinx muttered, kicking a can across the floor. "Isha hasn’t come out of that damn tent all day. We’ve tried everything, and she’s not even talking to me. What if I messed up?"

You could feel her frustration, but there was something deeper in her voice—something vulnerable. Isha had always looked up to Jinx, so seeing her upset made both of you feel like you were walking on eggshells.

"I don't think it's you," you said, trying to reassure her. You knew Isha, even though she’s young, she has a sensitive soul. And the weight of the world on her small shoulders was probably taking a toll. "She’s just... struggling right now, Jinx. We just have to be patient. Let her come to us when she’s ready."

Jinx gave a quick nod, though the uncertainty still clouded her features. "But... she’s our kid, y’know?. If something’s wrong with her, we gotta fix it. I just... don’t know what to do." She stopped pacing and looked at you, a hint of desperation in her eyes. "I don’t want her to feel alone."

You stepped closer, offering a comforting hug. "She’s not alone. We’re here. We’ve always been here. She knows that."

Jinx wrapped her arms around you, but her eyes flickered toward the tent, her worry only growing. "She doesn’t even look at me," she said, her voice cracking just slightly. "She’s always been the one to follow me around, but now? It’s like I don’t even exist to her."

You could feel her anxiety, her need to fix it, but you knew it wasn’t something that could be fixed with an explosion or a loud gesture. You took a deep breath, breaking the hug to look at her, your hands still in her waist. "She’s not ignoring you. It’s not about you, Jinx. She’s probably just processing something on her own, and sometimes, that means shutting everyone out for a little while."

Jinx’s shoulders slumped slightly. "I just... I hate seeing her like this. She’s our kid. If something’s wrong, we’ve gotta do something."

You squeeze her waist, offering comfort before stepping back. "We are doing something. We’re here for her, and sometimes that’s all she needs."

Jinx nodded, but her worry didn’t completely fade. The silence felt heavy as you both approached the entrance to Isha’s tent. It felt wrong, this unnatural quiet that stretched between the three of you. 

Jinx hesitated before pulling the flap of the tent aside, revealing Isha curled up in the far corner. Her back was to you, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she was trying to make herself smaller. She didn’t even look up when the two of you entered, and the weight of that silence settled deep in your chest.

You took a step forward, softly kneeling down so you were closer to Isha’s level. You didn’t force words; you simply stayed close, just as you always had. You placed your hand gently on the floor beside her, not touching her, but offering comfort through your presence. You didn’t expect an answer, just the small gesture of showing her she wasn’t alone.

Jinx sat down beside her, offering the same quiet support. Her hand rested near Isha’s, close enough to offer comfort, but not intruding. She didn’t say anything at first—she knew that wasn’t what Isha needed right now. She just stayed there, silently sitting with her.

After a long, tense moment, Isha’s fingers slowly moved, her hand inching toward Jinx’s. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind both of you that she was still there, that she still cared.

Jinx gave a soft sigh, her eyes filled with relief. You smiled softly, a quiet moment of understanding passing between you and Jinx. Sometimes, the silence between you all spoke louder than anything else.

The moment stretched on, the quiet tension in the air heavy with unspoken thoughts. Isha’s fingers, which had barely brushed against Jinx’s, suddenly trembled. The next thing you knew, the subtle shaking of her shoulders turned into something more, her breath hitching as she finally broke down. Silent tears fell, leaving streaks down her cheeks as she clutched at her knees. The sight of her vulnerability cut through the stillness like a sharp knife, and you could see the raw hurt in her eyes.

Jinx’s heart seemed to crack at the sight of her kid crying, her protective instincts kicking in without hesitation. She immediately moved closer, pulling Isha into her arms with a tenderness that only the two of them shared. “Oh, kiddo,” Jinx whispered, her voice soft yet full of concern and sadness. She held Isha tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world and the pain she was carrying. Her fingers brushed through Isha’s hair, the gentle rhythm soothing in the silence.

You watched for a moment, feeling your own heart ache at the scene. You couldn’t help but step forward, reaching out. You lowered yourself in front of Isha, moving carefully to avoid startling her, and cupped her face in your hands. Her tear-streaked face was a raw reflection of the pain she had been holding inside.

With a soft, gentle touch, you used your thumbs to wipe away the tears that streamed down her face. It felt like the smallest thing, but in this moment, it was all you could do. Isha’s eyes flickered toward you, a flicker of gratitude or relief that made your chest tighten. She wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

Jinx’s voice was barely a whisper as she continued to hold Isha, her own tears threatening to spill. “You don’t have to do this alone, kid. We’re right here with you. Always.”

Isha’s breath hitched again, but this time, it was quieter. Isha’s shoulders trembled once more, but this time, the tension seemed to ease. It was if she was allowing herself to trust the moment. Trust that you both were there, and that she didn’t have to keep everything inside anymore. Her breathing slowed, a quiet sign of relief.

You smiled softly at her, your hand still holding her face, and leaned in to place a tender kiss on her forehead. “You’re not alone, Isha,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth. “We’re right here, every step of the way.”

The three of you stayed there in the quiet, the world outside forgotten for the moment. There was something healing in the silence—something that told Isha that she didn’t have to carry her pain on her own anymore.

[venomwrites]

Vi presenting Caitlyn to Vander

Additional oneshots on ao3

It worked. 

Holy shit it worked.

They haul ass from hell and throw themselves into the mines. Vander is panting and spitting, his eyes flashing from blue and yellow to fire red. But each time the blue and yellow wins. Each time he comes back. The red flashes get shorter and shorter until it’s just her dad who huffs in the cave. 

“Never again, never never never,” Jinx pants with her arms locked around Isha. Isha hugs her back but also huffs and rolls her eyes. Like she didn’t almost die, “we gotta stick together. Pew!”

The gun. 

Caitlyn.

Vi whips her head around and Caitlyn against the wall. She looks like she’s in shock. Everything in Vi’s gut screams to shove her family out of there. Get them away. Everything in her heart howls to go to Caitlyn. They wouldn’t be here without her. For a moment she is paralyzed by indecision.

Then Vander thumps his shoulder between her shoulder blades and lumbers towards Jinx and Isha. 

Vi stumbles and opens her mouth but he gives her an exasperated look and glances at Caitlyn. Something young and hidden in her shrivels at the look. She knows that look. She’s ached for so long to see it again. So she walks over to Caitlyn even though Caitlyn is breathing hard and staring at the ground. Even though her rifle is on her knees and her hands are so close to it. 

“Hey, Cupcake,” Vi tries, “that was a pretty great plan.“

Caitlyn takes one breath. 

Then her face contorts and suddenly their faces are a lot closer. 

“How dare you!” Caitlyn shouts, “With her?!” She throws her hand towards Vi’s family. Then those fingers jam into Vi’s shoulder, “you,” another jam, “are,” another, “unbelievable!”

“Okay, I know you’re upset—“

Caitlyn draws in a breath and Vi realizes what’s about to happen with just enough time to dive forward and push Caitlyn against the wall. Caitlyn’s rifle smacks the same place because of course it does, but now Vi takes the hit. Tenses her core as Kiramman luxury hits her skin. She gets her hand behind Caitlyn’s head so she won’t hit it on the wall and claps the other over her mouth. Caitlyn’s eyes go furious and Vi has no choice but to flatten their bodies together so Caitlyn can’t make space to kick her ass. 

“Cait they are going to hear you,” she hisses, sliding her thumb under Caitlyn’s jaw before she can bite her, “we just escaped an army we can’t bring them here.”

That somehow gets through, even though Caitlyn still looks at her with wounded anger. She stops struggling and for a moment they just breathe in sync. Vi has been fighting the memories of their kiss for months. But being pressed together breathing the same brings some part of her back there. She scans Caitlyn’s face but if the same is true for her, it doesn’t show. She’s quiet though and still so Vi lifts her hand. Caitlyn takes a breath, narrows her eyes and shoves herself away. 

The cold air rushes in but all Vi can think about is how her hand wraps kept her skin from touching Caitlyn’s mouth. 

“I had a plan,” Caitlyn says, pacing back and forth. 

“Yeah and look,” Vi motions, “it worked great.”

“This was not my plan! My plan was good!” She looks into the darkness and fear swamps her face, “I just declared war,” she breathes. 

“Hey, look, it’s not that bad,” Vi tries, “maybe she got trampled?”

The horror on Caitlyn’s face turns to disgust at Vi’s words. Vi wonders if Ambessa dying means Caitlyn is going to go off the rails again. Then she feels bad for having that thought. She feels less bad when Caitlyn rounds on her.

“We murdered her second in command,” she says, matching Vi’s backward step, “we stole her prized weapon,” another matched step, “she saw me do it,” Caitlyn’s eyes go livid, “you ruined everything! Again!”

That stings. 

More than Vi is proud of. 

She flattens her hand over the spot where Caitlyn likes to bury her rifle. Just for some extra padding. Caitlyn doesn’t follow the gesture, she just glares at Vi. This time Vi is ready though. This time she has seen Caitlyn’s fury. It guts her but it doesn’t scare her. Not in the same way. And even if it did, Vi can hear her family behind her. Her family’s at her back. Not ghosts, they are living and breathing. And that, that Vi will burn the world down to protect. 

“I ruined everything?” She repeats, “me? You just invaded an unarmed community to murder my dad!”

“I was hunting your sister!”

“Bull-fucking-shit, Cupcake. You didn’t even know she was there!”

“Don’t call me Cupcake!” Caitlyn shrieks.

Vi is praying, praying for the fight fight. Caitlyn wants violence? Vi will beat some sense into her with her bare hands. She doesn’t give a shit what fancy moves Ambessa has taught her. Vi’s been fighting people twice her size for her whole fucking life. 

Instead of hitting the ground Vi finds herself sailing backwards and then hanging like a doll. Across the space in front of her Caitlyn is also dangling. Between them Vander lets out a loud, frustrated sigh. Vi loves torturing herself with how disappointed Vander would be in her if he was alive. But a part always held out maybe he wouldn’t be. Maybe she could get his respect back. Make him proud. It stings to see the disappointed look on his face as he holds them both aloft. 

“See, dad? I told you, she’s crazy,” Jinx says and Vi honestly doesn’t know which one of them she’s talking about, “totally—“

“Enough,” Vander cuts in. His eyes focus on Caitlyn who somehow manages to look dignified dangling from his claws. Her eyes keep darting to Jinx though. Vander notices it too, “go to Isha,” he says to Jinx. 

“But—“ Jinx starts. 

“Go,” he repeats, “we will talk later.”

Jinx rolls her eyes but huffs off. Vander considers both of them. He slowly brings is arms together and sets them down next to each other. Vi can’t look away but her eyes keep darting to Caitlyn’s profile. She is blotched with anger and her hair is coming out of it’s bun. It looks like the Caitlyn Vi would follow into hell is trying to force herself through. Vi knows her own pink is peaking though the black she’s painted herself with. Fighting its way out. 

She thinks of Vander and his flickering eyes. 

Maybe they are all two people warring for control. 

Being a leader means not being selfish.

“Dad this is Caitlyn,” Vi says. Caitlyn’s eyes snap to her but Vi doesn’t look, “she saved my life.”

It’s more true than Caitlyn can ever know. Probably why it hurt so fucking muc wen everything happened. Vander takes in Caitlyn and it takes Caitlyn a moment to drag her eyes back to him. Amazingly he holds out a hand. Caitlyn’s politeness won’t let her to anything but respond. It looks so bizarre. Even with Caitlyn’s dignity around them. 

“Thank you,” Vander says, “for saving my daughters.”

Caitlyn turns red and looks away. She actually has the grace to look ashamed for a moment. Vi can’t stand it as she tries to gather the words.

“He knows,” she says to Caitlyn.

“What does he know?” Caitlyn asks slowly, that old anger bubbling up. 

“Jinx blew up the tower,” Vander says, “and your mother was there,” Caitlyn looks down, “you saved our lives tonight anyway.”

Caitlyn looks so purely miserable for a moment. 

“That’s what she does down here.”

Caitlyn frowns and looks at her in confusion. Vi realizes she doesn’t fucking know. How could she, why would she? It wasn’t like she drew her a map last time when she was bleeding and falling. Viktor brought light back to this place. Even though Vi knows it looks different and Caitlyn has a lot of shit going on, she does feel something almost like disappointment. 

“My house is back there,” she says. 

“What?!” Caitlyn rounds on her. Looks down and sees where Vi’s hand is. Her eyes drag to the rifle in her hands. Annoyance flares in her eyes but Vi gets the impression it’s not at her for once, “I didn’t even realize,” she mutters. 

“You took her home?” Vander asks. 

“Yeah,” Vi says, “she patched me up.”

Vander touches the top of her forearm and untucks one of her wraps with impossibly gentle precision. Like he always has, since she was a kid. He gets her attention and nods towards Caitlyn. She still looks annoyed at herself for not realizing. But that’s not what Vander wants her to see. After a moment she sees the angry red skin that peeks out from Caitlyn’s collar. Caitlyn goes to touch the back of her neck and jerks her fingers away when they brush it. 

“Shit, Cait, what happened?” She says before she can stop herself. 

Caitlyn tenses but doesn’t move when she comes closer. This close she can see the redness wraps around the front of Caitlyn’s neck. The buckle of that red string around her throat has been dug into her windpipe. 

“I’m fine,” Caitlyn says halfheartedly.

“No you’e not,” Vi says. Caitlyn opens her mouth to argue but Vi stares her down. After a moment she closes her lips, “lemme see.”

Caitlyn is tense but she keeps her neck bent so Vi can undo the clasp. She doubts it makes any difference. There’s nothing they can do about the injury. Caitlyn’s throat is just going to be hurt and bruised for a while. Vi looks at the red band in her hand. Even when Caitlyn had pushed her into putting on the uniform she never broached the subject of the cravat. It had been her trying to make it palatable, as palatable as it could be. Vi had thought it was a sign she was getting better. Now she kind of wishes she had gone full demand so Vi could have woken up sooner and saved them some heartbreak. 

“Here,” she says.

“Keep it,” Caitlyn says. Vi raises her eyebrows, “if I die down here sell it and fix your hair.”

Vi can’t stop the laugh. 

She has no business laughing. 

“You really hate the hair huh?” She says.

“Me too,” Vander rumbles in agreement, “it looks sad.”

Vi rolls her eyes, everyone’s a critic even if they’re right. She sighs and bends down, dipping her finger into a puddle. They both look at her with complete disgust when she raises her dripping fingers. It’s not like she’s going to drink the water. Vi picks one of the pieces of her hair and scrubs it between her fingers. Until the pink is revealed. For some reason they both still look at her in complete disgust.

“See? It’s just grease,” she says.

“When was the last time you showered?” Caitlyn sputters. Vi shrugs. The pair of them look at each other. 

“That was not me,” Vander says. 

“No all me,” Vi says, taking the responsibility for the decision before one of them can. She straightens up and wipes her fingers on her pants. Caitlyn still looks grossed out but her eyes keep dragging to the pink, “it’s all there underneath.”

Is Caitlyn all there? Somewhere? Vi knows people change, it’s part of life. But has to hope somewhere under all the rage and pain, that part of Caitlyn that broke her out of prison is still there. The one who saw her and Ekko and didn’t flinch from PIltover’s sins. That’s the part Vi was willing to follow. That’s the part she has to believe is still there. 

“We’re going to have to wash your hair with dish soap,” Caitlyn mutters.

She looks like she did at the fish stand. 

Yeah, she’s in there. 

“Okay, Cupcake,” Vi says, “deal.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes but doesn’t tell her not to say the nickname. Vander looks between them and something almost like a smile twists his lips. It’s like he’s remembering something pleasant. Vi doesn’t know what he’s seeing. Before she can ask he turns to Jinx and Isha. She looks at Caitlyn but Caitlyn is looking back into the dark. She glances at Vi before her eyes go back there. Vi can’t hear or see anything. But she also know they can’t stay here. Risking it she touches Cailtyn’s shoulder and gives her a questioning look.

“I didn’t realize where we were,” she says. Vi opens her mouth to point out there was no way she could have known, “I was so blind,” Caitlyn says and that shuts her up, Vi has a feeling this has nothing to do with their location. “How could I not see?”

“My dad’s been alive this whole time,” Vi offers. Caitlyn looks over to her, “I had no idea. Seven years,” her throat tightens when she thinks about it too long. Thinks about what he’s been through. The prisons and transformations that bind them together even further, “what I’m saying is we all go blind sometimes,” she says. 

Caitlyn’s head dips, but she doesn’t shake off Vi’s hand. They stand there for a moment in the first comfortable silence Vi can remember. Caitlyn breathes out and then gathers herself up, guiding her rifle to her back, She tugs her uniform back into place, but the armor has been irrevocably chipped somehow. Caitlyn is peaking through. Like the pink that peaks out from the grease. 

“I’m glad your dad is alive,” she says. 

“Thanks for helping,” Vi replies.

The air turns heavy. Caitlyn’s eyes dart to the scar that cuts through Vi’s lip. Vi remembers the feel of her waist as they pressed together. There’s so much shit though. Neither of them says anything. It’s like they’ve taken a huge step back in so many ways. But with her family alive, with her dad looking proud, for the first time Vi feels like she can let herself want Caitlyn. Without the shame or guilt of wanting something for herself. She can just settle into a little. Then Caitlyn clears her throat and brings them back to reality. 

“You can thank me by showering and putting on a shirt,” Caitlyn says. 

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” Vi questions glancing down. Everything important’s covered. 

“You’re not wearing one,” Caitlyn replies. Vi rolls her eyes, “you’ll give my father a heart attack.”

Vi blinks. 

“We’re going home?” Slips out of her mouth. 

Caitlyn pauses and looks at her. Vi is stunned by the want of it. All the shit that’s happened, all the time’s she’s flipped her fingers at Caitlyn’s beautiful house and sworn she’s never going back to the shitbox. But when Caitlyn says it and offers, the thought of them in Caitlyn’s house makes it feel like home. Vi glances at her family up ahead. What does going home with Caitlyn mean? Caitlyn’s hunted her sister to the ends of the earth. But she’s also just worked with her. Vi risks looking at Caitlyn. 

She recognizes her. 

It’s the look at the Council, the look at her parents. The look of I know this is right and I know it will hurt. But it’s right and I will accept the consequences. Vi knows that look. Vi knows the thought behind it, the sacrifice it demands. Caitlyn catches her off guard because even though Vi knows it, even though she’s felt it, never in a million years did she think it would be on a Topsider’s face. 

“I don’t want to see her,” Caitlyn says. Vi’s heart pounds. Caitlyn’s eyes go to hers, “she does not wander. She does not leave—“ anger and fear flash across her face, “she goes nowhere near my father.”

“No, hey,” Vi grabs her hand before she can stop herself. Caitlyn’s hand is limp but she holds on, “we’ll keep her away. I promise,” the weight of this cripples Vi, “Cait—“

Caitlyn pulls her hand free. Tugs her uniform back needlessly. She flips down her rifle, her skin bouncing with nervous energy as Vi tries to comprehend the weight of her gesture. Caitlyn stares down the barrel of her rifle. Vi can see the angry tears. The raw grief. She clenches the rifle and the swipes under her eyes. Her tears don’t fall. The only time Vi’s seen her cry is when she held her. It occurs to Vi she may not have cried since. This whole time she’s been stoic while Vi has sobbed and screamed enough for bth of them. 

That stops now. 

“How do we stop Ambessa?” She asks. Caitlyn’s eyes widen. Yeah, it stops now, “we can’t let her bring her war bullshit here,” she says emphasizing the word, “do we have time to plan something?”

We. 

Us. 

Vi and Caitlyn. Caitlyn and Vi. The beating heart of this. Vi wants to say Caitlyn’s a part of her family but she’s really hoping that’s a question she can ask her one day in the future. On a knee. Caitlyn straightens up and looks back at her. 

“She’ll gather her forces for a full scale invasion now,” Caitlyn says. 

“So we have time,” Vi reminds her.

“Yes,” Caitlyn agrees, “we do.”

“Good, because I left the gauntlets back there,” she says wiggling her fingers, “so we gotta fix that too.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes. They don’t touch but as they walk they pick up the same pace. It’s still dark, the mushrooms only have enough glow that the entire place isn’t in darkness. Jinx and Isha don’t clap. As they get closer together, Vi puts herself in between Caitlyn and Jinx. Caitlyn goes out of her periphery and Vi puts her hands on her hips, tries to spread her shoulders so Caitlyn doesn’t have to look. Ahead, Vander glances back. He reaches out and swings Jinx forward, taking her by the back of her bra like a wolf carrying a cub. Isha scrambles up his leg and their delighted sounds almost make the mushrooms glow. Almost. 

It’s still dark and heavy and there’s so much shit to do. 

But Caitlyn’s at her back and Vi knows they can take on the world. 

Together. 

[sketchfanda]

Commission:4 Cats+1 Reptile=Fun Times!!

The multiverse is a strange and peculiar thing as has been said before on more than one occasion and within one particular universe, there was certainly no exception when it came unusual events. It was on this one seemingly uneventful evening in a museum in Gotham City that would see infamous literal catburglar rivals, the city's very own Selina Kyle aka Catwoman and Felicia Hardy, the younger cheeky little minx known as the Black Cat, cross paths as they both happened to have the same idea. For you see, the museum was playing host to an exhibition of a lovely little display of rare, exotic gemstones which would be sure to fetch quite a price for the right fencing markets and of course, neither was taking too kindly to the other's presence. Selina given Gotham was her turf and thus she had territorial rights to lay claim on this loot and Felicia because she didn't come all the way from New York just to get muscled out and beat to the punch by her haggy old maid rival......so of course you realize, this meant war!!

Now both were pretty much equal when it came to combat skills and flexibility but Selina knew all too well that Felicia had an edge thanks to her bad luck based powers...which was why she brought a little insurance in the form of Killer Croc. The how and why she had Gotham's resident scaly behemoth in tow was partly due to using a little vial of Poison Ivy's pheromones for a little extra easy persuasion and the other was she promised him a generous cut of the profits they'd get from this job if he provided some muscle. So naturally things got a little chaotic especially what with there being none of the local capes and masks in the area as Selina had chosen the one the one night they'd be all out of town or preoccupied and that the thieves had taken care and measures to disable the alarm and security systems. Which saw the house of artifacts, rarities and oddities become a back and forth between 2 femme fatales in tight, hot leather and latex trying to one up each other while the other was trying to dodge the walking mass of mountains, scales, claws and fangs......

Just when things didn't seem hectic enough, the quirky sense of humour fate had saw none other than regular Wonder Woman rouge Barbra Minerva, aka Cheetah sneaking her way in as the furry jungle cat lady was looking to snag herself a few antiques to pawn off for easy money. After all, crime didn't pay itself so of course finding herself get pulled into the crossfire of the 2 feline themed thieves war of attrition didn't put her in a good mood to say the very least, enough so to raise her hackles and pounce into the fray. And just so Murphy could remind us what a bitch law they had, it was in the midst of this escalated chaos that none other than Ava Ayala, the White Tiger came onto the scene!! Now what was she doing here given she tended to operate mostly within New York city I'm sure you might be asking?

Well she had a suspicion Black Cat was up to something and decided she'd be the best woman for the job to intervene and stop her, besides which if it was left up to Spider-man? She knew it was highly likely the platinum haired was going to seduce her way out of trouble, given she had the poor guy wrapped around her silky fingers and besides which, she always personally wanted a shot at her, always feeling like she was mocking the heroine with her smug aura. Though she had to say, coming right onto the scene of a clusterfuck going on between her, Catwoman and Cheetah with Killer Croc in the mix for good measure as the whole exhibit became their own demolition derby ground? Suddenly she was getting the sense this was the feeling of being jinxed that Peter always seemed to have, the Parker Luck as he so put it....and she had to say it sucked.

Now if Murphy's Law ran on the idea that if anything can and could indeed possibly go wrong, naturally there had to be an extension about tempting fate on how much worse things could get exactly. In Ava's case, that answer came in the form of a little accident happening during this now 5 way tussle in which the vial of Ivy's lusty pheromones fell out and broke, spilling its contents all over the White Tiger and soaking through her suit, in turn becoming absorbed through her skin. Which had the side effect of not only inducing her libido to unimaginable levels due to taking such a heavy dose but also affected her amulet, triggering a sort of feral, primal state of mind within the now horny heroine. Turning her into a full on bitch in heat who wanted, no needed herself a nice, deep, heavy fucking and Ava had to say....Croc was looking kind of sexy, was this why Monsterfuckers had such a fanbase for the guy?

Suffice to say, Barbra, Felicia and Selina were shocked and stunned to find the usually serious White Tiger seemingly go horny on main, as she up and pounced on Croc, leaping into his arms and lifting her mask up to allow her to press her lips to his. Catching the Bayou freakshow rather offguard before the lingering pheromones in his own system made him respond in kind much to Ava's delight as she found the behemoth's tongue invading her mouth. Any confusion or questions the trio of feline supercrooks had about what the fuck was even going on pretty much became moot as the Tiger amulet began enhancing the scent of pheromones coming off of its host and the scaly alpha male she'd began to court, which took a hold of the trio and began to take effect on them. Selina and Felicia finding their naturally skintight costumes feeling a little hot as they unzipped, exposing their toned stomachs and letting their juicy, perk tits fall out while Cheetah, given she was naturally naked, was wasting no time in pleasuring herself, tail wagging sensually at the makeout occurring before her...and wanting a slice of the action herself.....

But how could she resist especially once Croc got so riled up that he actually began getting a very clear and present raging hard-on, the sight of such a meaty slab of bitch pleasing meat enough to make Cheetah pounce and add herself into the mix. The reptilian meta not complaining about the sudden 3 way sloppy kiss of tongues he found himself in, feeling just too damn aroused to care or complain while Ava didn't seem to mind, the more the merrier as they say. Selina and Felicia meanwhile couldn't seem but help to notice how suddenly they seemed so very much sexy to one another, their feud forgotten as they didn't hesitate to press their lips together and have a passionate make-out of their own. Tits rubbing against one another as their tongues were engaged in a sloppy game of spitswapping tonsil hockey, all the while their hands slid down the crotch portions of each other's outfit, fingering one another with abandon as the combination of mystic primal heat and chemically induced lust took a hold of them all.....

Had the security systems not been messed around with, the security cameras would be picking up quite the pornographic show rather than playing on loop. Because it was quite the spectacle any hot blooded man or woman would pay to see for sure as the combined effects of Ava's amulet and Ivy's pheromones had worked up the 4 bombshells and the monster man mountain into a sexual frenzy. The loot in the exhibit forgotten about in favour of a tangle of limbs and skin on fur on scales, the halls echoing with the heavy, meaty sounds of bodies slapping together especially mixing well with the deep moans coming out the four feline themed hotties. Which was understandable given they were getting their backs blown out by the meaty shaft that Croc somehow managed to keep packed away and so well hidden, making part of them wonder how and why he was still single......

That's what Ava would be thinking if she didn't currently find herself pressed up against a mirror wall, drooling lewdly as her tits rubbed up against the cool surface, exposed in their bare glory thanks to Croc ripping that portion of her costume up. Along with the obvious tear into the crotch for ease of access to her hot little pussy which was at this moment was getting pounded by the reptilian bruiser's shaft, inches of scaly manmeat jackhammering balls deep into the tight embrace of her horny little folds. All while Cheetah was clinging to his back, arms around his broad shoulders with her claws teasingly caressing his scaly muscles as she practically humped and rubbed herself against him, eager for her turn with that fuckmeat. As several feet away Felicia and Selina continued shifting from rivals to a more beneficial friendship between them, having 69'd one another to orgasm over and over before they took vigorously scissoring, pussies pressed and rubbing together in a different sort of kiss as they had their tongues dancing together whenever they weren't moaning like the bitches in heat they'd now become.....

Soon as Cheetah was now finally having her turn of course as the feisty jungle cat babe was held within the grasp of Croc's powerful arms, trapping her arms and legs as he fucked her in a full nelson hold. Her usually toned, furry stomach bulging due to the depth and reach of that cock as it kept pumping like a piston while Ava now found herself the recepient of Selina and Felicia's amorous, sexual affections. Whether it was having kiss them or take turns suckling on one another's tits or them eating her eat as they lapped up the overflowing excess of Croc's seed gushing out, her body simply couldn't get enough. And neither could her amulet as its glow grew and intensified, causing an aura to form about her before it filled the room, making the eyes of the others within it glow as well.....

As if somehow in sync with the mystical jewel, the levels of arousal within this fiveway had somehow skyrocketed with Ava now finding herself in a 69 with Cheetah, the pair eating one another out while Selina and and Felicia courted Croc's attention with a double team blowjob, sucking and blowing on his length and girth. The taste of mixed juices and seed a tantalizing and oh so sexy, delightful taste sensation with the fact Croc wasn't exactly someone that usually fell within their particular standard when it came to male sexual partners hardly a bother to them at all. If anything, he was looking oh so fine to them, their pussies aching with the growing need and desire to have his meat inside of them..unaware that their eyes were taking on a more feline shape and nature much like Cheetah's own. A sure sign that the amulet was about to have more of an effect on them just basically ramping up the pheromones to cause this sudden mating frenzy to happen, for sure.

But that hardly any concern to the cat burglar duo compared to the absolute mind numbing pleasure flooding their brains with sweet bliss and ecstasy, caused by the rush of orgasms coming too fast to even keep track of. Understandable given as Selina laid atop Felicia, the latter taking it in missionary as her senior took it doggy style with Croc having them laid atop a nearby counter as he was pounding that fuckhammer deep and hard in turn, even on occasion giving it to their donut hole puckers for good measure. His feral instincts urging him to make his claim on the pair of bitches in heat who moaned as they made out, neither of them knowing that their bodies' muscles seemed to be growing along with their heights increasing from 5 foot plus to making their way to matching Croc's own 9 feet even. And they weren't the only ones undergoing this shift in mass and size as they were going from toned gymnast swimmer forms to seeming to match Wonder Woman.....

A few feet away from them, Cheetah and Ava were grasping one another's legs as they vigorously scissored one another, the former already at 6 foot 6 and continuing to increase in height along with her own musculature going from Olympic track runner to bodybuilder as was the latter!! Whose very costume seemed to repair itself and fuse with her skin, actually growing into fur as she literally started transforming into her namesake, becoming a near mirror match to Barbra but a different breed of jungle cat!! And indeed the same sort of thing was happening to Felicia and Selina with the change seeming to be accelerated by every orgasm they managed to milk out of Croc, their outfits straining to keep up with the sudden adjustment to the growth. Their smooth, tanned skin growing fur as rips and tears formed in parts of the leather and latex, the material becoming compromised by the ever shifting height and muscle boosting as Felicia gained a shock of snow white fur to match her hair and Selina in turn gained a sleek black ebony fur not unlike her beloved pet cat Isis.........

Yet the 4 bitches in heat still hadn't come to realize the changes being made to happen to them, not that it concerned or worried Barbra that much since she was already a furry fan's walking wet dream brought to life. Instead their already skyhigh libidos skyrocketed further once the changes had finally completed, stopping just shy between over 7 to under 8 foot even and still so damn horny. And finding the muscle tank of a reptile in the room still able to keep going and rut them like the sort of alpha male they needed real bad at the moment to give it to them and ooh could he ever!! The exhibit wing continuing to become the grounds of a full sexual force demolition derby with the 5 animal folk going at it all night long........

Somehow it was a miracle any of them were even able to stay standing and manage to walk out of there by the time morning came around as come the crack of dawn, the night watchman was in for quite the shock to walk in on for their patrol. The press having a field day as headlines proclaimed th exhibit wing had seemingly been trashed by some possible poltergeists, given the amount of white ectoplasm found in some parts of the crime scene. It couldn't possibly have been a break-in for theft, given nothing had been stolen but oooh little did they know or would ever find out the truth of what had really happened that night. To say nothing of the fallout from since then for the 4 ladies and the brute involved in that spontaneous matin frenzy......

Ava upon her return to New York was stunned to say the least at the new physical state she found herself in, having basically become a literal kitty equivalent to the She-Hulk. Research in her family records had shown that the events of the evening were not uncommon for female wearers of the Amulet, which induce a transformation in them if they ever had it on when in a state of sexual arousal and put them deep in sync with the tiger spirit more so than usual. And no doubt thanks to Ivy's pheromones, the effect had itself spread out to the other 3 catwomen given they were more or less on the same erotic frequency and infected them. Fortunately it seemed the change wasn't permanent as she could shift back into human form, back and forth at will as easy as blinking or breathing, which was a relief, last thing she needed was to shop for a new wardrobe....but she seriously hoped that libido wouldn't become a reoccurring thing...

Felicia was herself quite surprised at the new Kitty Hulk she found looking back at her in the mirror...before getting over the initial shock as she couldn't help but admire it. Call her narcissistic but damn, if she was chocolate, she could just eat herself up...a pity about the loot but always better opportunities and annoying as it was seeing her costume damaged, she had plenty of spares. Plus she found she could change back to human and into this new look once she got the hang of it, which to her opened up all sorts of possibilities and ideas, especially wondering what her favourite spider would think of it. All she'd need to do was have her outfits adjusted for one size fits all so they wouldn't get trashed.....all the while she wonder how Spider would like the idea of a threesome between her and Catwoman...

Selina herself was more or less of the same mind as Felicia, rather digging the new look and thinking of the new benefits and possible advantages it could grant her, only annoyed that it'd no doubt cost a pretty penny adjusting her gear for the size and mass shifts soon as she got the hang of these transformations. And of course maybe it might've been the beast within talking but no way Bruce would turn a chance to tap the furry ass on this new look...or be open to a few naughty ideas. Cheetah meanwhile was relishing the new upgrade which she knew for sure would give her a field day fighting Wonder Woman, speed and strength 5050 at the drop of a hat, talking about hitting the jackpot. Though she couldn't help but think about how damn well Croc had been hitting her G spot that night before, wondering if she could keep in touch with him every now and then for a little itch scratching.........

As for Croc himself, he was more or less back to his usual self though he felt like he was going to need to soak up in an ice bath for a while and get a couple of liquids to drink down for hydration. Feeling so drained and dry and really who could blame him when he somehow found himself in a 5 way with 4 bombshells who became horny Kitty hulks, hoping he didn't come out of that fiasco not just without the loot but hopefully nothing weird. Little knowing that as time moved on, he'd be finding himself with more than a few fan letters and pictures somehow sent his way every now and then....to say nothing of how women among the capes and masks community and the underworld all seemed to become so suddenly into him. Or that the night in the museum wouldn't be the only or last time when Cheetah, Selina, Felicia and Ava would cross his path and want a repeat.....seems Ava's amulet had designated him their newly made pack's alpha male, meaning every once a while when their heat cycles kicked in at the same time or they so much as set sights on him...to say he'd have mixed feelings about this would be pretty much an understatement!!

(Visuals of post transformation: top left to right: Felicia and Selina, bottom left to right, Ava and Cheetah (bodyshape wise))

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||An Officer's Corruption part forth one||

Hello there. Again, been a while hasn't it? Again, sorry for not adding anything to this but I'm going to add another one. But just a reminder. This book or season one will end on part fifty. When it does, the second book will focus more on Ink and the six claws but I don't want to spoil anything.

Now, If you wish to see how or where everything is going, you can follow up on the chapters down below.

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Part Thirty Eight

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Part Forty

((Your reading part Forty one now))

||Drabble Summary||

In a while, it seems now Oblivion was trying to figure out this trail in hopes of finding the ones that caused this to happen to her inmate. But, during this time she does stumble upon something. Meanwhile, it seems Yuu's health has gotten worse but it's a race against the clock to see if the healers/doctors can help her. Same with Terry and Sai finding more clues to this. What does Dr. Narashi Lee have planned for Yuu? What is his true nature towards her? Seems more things are happening but what now? Want to know what? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~drug use is spoken of in this

~Dark theme is present in this part

~Blood is present in this chapter

||Guests in Drabble||

Alexandria "Ophelia" Dryad, Rave"Oblivion" Daitengu, and anyone else mention belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths while Cobin a.k.a the horror of the machines belong to and is from @lovelyxhorrors

Arnold Wayne Hexford, Swan Halls, and others mentioned are my OC's and belong to me. While Doppo Kunikida and others from the ADA spoken of comes from the anime BSD but also me due to rping as them.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. I hope you Enjoy.))

~~~~~~Meanwhile back at T Prison~~~~~~~~

After the recess, all the inmates were back inside and in their cells. Officer Vanguard was checking something while seeing Officer Violet standing by her since the two were wondering how the others in other prisons were doing.

"Do you think everything is alright out there? Given how things are right now..I'm hoping things are good. Right demon sis?" Ink blinks hearing this to look at Jinx while looking ahead as well.

"I'm sure things are alright. Given our officers, things are alright. I do wonder about some of my team. I wonder if their alright." she said with arms crossed. Yet, Ink knew they were. She just spoke with some of them and they were saying everything was fine where they were.

However, she got no word from Ophelia or Oblivion yet. Seems they might be busy still? Well, even so, she'll try again later on to see how they were doing.

It's the same in some way with Kali with her inmate Rex. Seems progress for him being released were still under way along with his team. They will be out pretty soon. Maybe they will be under charges and change for the better. At least in this case it's better for them. It's just like Ink working with the six claws to change them for the better when they go on patrol later on.

Though, the thought was there: How was her teammates doing right now?

—- Northern State Penitentiary —–

"Okay Mr. Ryunosuke. Your bail should be done within a few hours. That means Mr. Chuya and your sister will be released within 3 days. Though, given you were causing a fight yours might be held back." Ryu was sitting in the room speaking with his own lawyer. However, he figures that was the case.

After the blood bath and killing he did with some of the damn inmates, his charges increased to where he might not get out till 5 days pass or a week.

Matt was in the room with them during this but remains silent waiting till it was done.

"And their is no way you can shorten it?" Ryu sees the lawyer shake his head no.

"Even if I could, you did sorta extend it due to the killing you did inside. However, I'll work on another way to get you out quicker and on parole. For now, you'll have to bare with it a little longer." he said closing his briefcase.

"I understand..thank you for the information." Ryu said before the lawyer stood up to get shown out by Charlie who opens the door for him. That leaves both Ryu and Matt in the room.

"Hmmm seems like your staying a bit longer. That's alright. I'll be sure your last few days here will be fun till your on parole. Maybe have some fun fighting and such." Matt smiled that same grin and yet, Ryu said nothing else.

"That depends if I don't end up killing more..but....seeing I messed up my case..I'll be in here for a while...longer." he said before standing up.

"Yeah but not in a bad way. Though, come on. I gotta take you back to your cell. I'll be sure you get some extra food for this." As Matt opens the door for the hellhound, he goes to walk out while Matt takes him back. However ,deep down, he was happy that he got to spend more time with him for a while longer and who knows. Maybe in the end something will change for him. He got word it will for Chuya and Gin.

~~~~~~~~With the healers~~~~~~~~

"So...what do you think we can do to make something that's not as dangerous for Yuuka. Because from what Swan said, she's getting worse and worse." Cobin heard this from his screen during another video call but he was thinking about it while checking the ingredients seeing they were getting too strong that it might become dangerous for her. Even her quirk."

'Right now, we need to check this list but again, most of these drugs are from the black market. Right now, we need something that will over take the bad drugs and make something that will heal her better.' he sighed lowering his pen to look up at the doctors; Swan, Opheila, and Hex.

'So..I sent this out to another doctor I know and she quickly gave me something that should help or she can tell you..' Cobin hits a key to see another screen showing another woman. The other three blinks seeing this but saw the woman having a butterfly clip and even seeing her look.

'Good afternoon my dears. Seems you must be the friends Dr. Razor told me about.'

'This is Doctor Akiko Yosano, a doctor from the ADA. She has been studying and understanding this to see what is going on. So she can tell you their is a way to reverse this.' he said seeing Ophelia, Hex, and Swan was shocked.

"Wait..s..so you made something that can save her?" Opheila said seeing Dr. Yosano nod.

'Yes; I am sending a formula for it so you can make it. Right now, when you do, it should help her. For now, giving that this other doctor will try to keep anyone away from Ms. Nakano you will have to find a way to expose him. I get the feeling this doctor is not what he seems to be.' she said.

"What do you mean?" Hex sees the other think about it.

'Well, I'm hoping I'm wrong on this but I been looking up some old files on this Dr. Narashi Lee and I have seen his face from other parts. It seems he used to do medical work in the black market. Selling organs, doing illegal procedures on people, and earning billions and billions of yen. He could be the one that might have changed her medical use into what he's given her now. Seems like something could be up.' Yosano looks to the healers that Dr. Razor sighed.

'From what she told and showed me, it's not good. Seems this Dr. Lee is working for The Hero Public Safety Commission but it also seems like he's working for someone else.' Akiko mutters but Ophelia was shocked.

"Wait....like a double agent? He is working against the commission? But who would.."

'I don't know. It sounds like someone that is trying to get back at her or worse. For now, you should work on creating this little shot to help. It should work for the inmate after she takes it.'

"But that might be a problem. Inmate Nakano is terrified of needles due to being injected with so much drugs. She gets violent now if someone tries to inject her with anything." Swan was worried on this but Akiko thinks a little.

'Well, you can inject her when she's knocked out or..you'll have to try giving her the medicine another way. Maybe by a drink or something?' Akiko thinks but she sighed. 'But I can see why she is so afraid. Her medical records show she's been injected, drank, and eaten drugs so it's a scary thing for her. However, with this medicine it should help her but you have to give it to her soon or when you can.' she tells the others.

'She's faxing you the list now..' Dr. Razor said seeing a machine faxing something to Ophelia as she walks over to see the list coming through. When she saw it finish, she picks it up and checks the list.

It didn't seem too hard but she was in luck, the prison did have this list of ingredients here so she could make it and she even sent one to Swan as well. She checks the list but her eyes widen seeing this. These were here too!

"I see...I think I can make this! Everything on this list is here at the prison so I can inform Warden Luna about it." Swan said smiling a bit seeing some break through.

'Good. You should be able to make this and it should help Yuuka..' Akiko said as Swan reads the list but that's when she blinks worried. Akiko noticed. 'Something wrong?'

"It's just I can make this but I have to find a way on how to give it to Yuuka. Without Dr Lee finding out. He might send out a warning to the Hero Public Safety Commission and they might try to stop us." she said lowering the list to look at the others.

'...They shouldn't be able to. I don't know if they know this but they are risking one of their former students to be killed by this 'Doctor' they sent to your prison Doctor Swan. I think right now you need to find a way to stop him before he ends up killing her. In the mean time, the ADA is working on something to help you in that case..' she said confusing the doctors.

~~~~~meanwhile at the ADA with Officer Officer Narong~~~~~~

"Wait, you already told your doctor to send something over to Warden Luna's prison? Resulting the medicine?" Sai was not expecting Yukichi Fukuzawa to already do this.

"Yes; right now. She's sending some information to the doctors that might have a way to work on it. We been working in the back with Port Mafia to find a way and track down a target. It could be the one that's at Warden Luna's prison. However, we will need more info to solve that." he said looking at the two then thinks again.

"So..you think the doctor that's helping Yuuka is trying to kill her?" Terry said.

"..Correct. True he's a doctor but..he seems to be a hidden one. He must have put on a fake persona where he tries to show he's a doctor..but he's really working under cover in order to kill his targets. So that's what we got right now but we are waiting for more information." he said but the two looks to one another worried then thinks.

"If that's true...."

"Shit.....we need to tell Oblivion about this." Sai said but Yukichi heard.

"Oblivion?"

"She's a officer that also works with me. She was already on the look or tracking the mixing agent trail to see if she can find the ones that caused this. Right now, I got word she was on the trail right now.." he said.

"I see.....right now, I can send some ideal help. Dazai might be able to inform Officer Oblivion about this. For now, we need to do something to keep this doctor distracted before he might end up finishing his job." he said.

"Finish the job?" Sai said but Terry knew and then Sai did too.

"...That asshole is planning on killing Yuuka. Or finishing the job the ones that started this couldn't....." he hissed seeing Yukichi nod. For now, he had to quickly make a phone call to Oblivion in hopes to warn her.

~~~~With Dr. Narashi Lee~~~~~

"Yes Mr. Yokumiru Mera, everything is working just perfectly. From the shots given to the patient she seems to be a lot more relaxed now. Thanks to you and the help, she will be better in no time." Dr. Lee smiled looking down at the knocked out Yuuka Nakano. She seems a lot more worse now even with the new injection given. She didn't move after the recent event that happened.

"........."

'Good work. Maybe in time she will be release and put on parole but you said the triple shot should work better on her?' Mera asked that Lee sighed.

"It's working slowly but given that I just need to check her vitals she should be good." he said touching her cheek but Yuu winces from the touch as he only smiled seeing her weak like this. Almost beautiful in his way.

"Though I just need to insure that she's 100% good and then I can go ahead and share the news to everyone sir. Claiming that she is 'better, helped and recovered" he said.

'Alright. I'll grant that. Hope to hear from you soon.' Mera understood. with that the call ended as Lee lowers the cell phone but looks to it. In a moment, he begins dialing another number and waits as it rings.

As it rings he didn't know Yuu turned her head showing another injection on her neck but she had another nosebleed that was cleaned. That's when a click was heard on the other line.

'What?'

"Hello, I'm just calling to give you a report of your so called little piggy test subject.' Dr. Lee said but the voice behind it sighed.

'Right. So how is she? Did you give her the tainted medicine?' the voice said.

"Yes I did. Right now, it's effecting her as you said it would. She's too weak to fight back and her quirk is lowering down to almost being quirkless. I just need to keep a eye on her and then I can move her to your new location." he said petting Yuu's head.

'Good good. We will be in that new location off of town. Just be sure you don't mess this up. I already lost that pig after she got out...don't ruin this one. I'll be sure she won't be able to move again after we punish her for getting out. I'm sure she won't mind being with out her legs or maybe her arms or both...eh I'll think of something when you bring her....' the male voice said but saw two others there. One female and another male.

"I understand. I hope you will like the results. After I announce to the public even that stupid commission place that she's better, I'll bring her to you. Everyone will believe things are all better for miss Nakano when in reality, it's all a lie. Poor poor Yuuka here is really just as obedient as a good little pig when you found her..just more weaker and obedient...for you sir of course" he snickered.

'Then how long do we have to wait? We been on the move for a while and trying to keep those damn officers off our back.'

"I know sir. I Just need a little more time to be sure the drugs you gave me to make this shot sticks with her..." he said that the male understood.

"Right of course. I will try to be there soon. I just have to be sure to keep these other officers off my back. Even that damn warden Luna and her doctor Swan. Their getting a little too nosy for their own good...." he said.

'Is that so? Well, if they do you know what you need to do. I want to get my pig back so do what you must in order to stop it. Understand?' he said.

"Of course, of course. I'll be sure she is ready for you when I return sir. Again, once I know the drug has hit her really good. She'll be all yours." he said.

'She better be..' the male said before he hangs up. Lee lowers the phone then looks to Yuuka who was shaking after getting her medicine. Reaching to touch her cheek, she looks more tired now.

"Shhh shhhh I know..the drugs are a bit stronger since I 'updated' your intake. But it's all for the greater good. Once this city sees your 'healed'...I'll happily deliver you to my boss....and nothing will stop me." he smiled. However, someone else heard this from outside the medic ward room. Officer Nakaya heard everything. Was this doctor trying to kill the inmate!?

Still shocked, she looks quiet but rushes to find Warden Luna or Doctor Swan to tell them. She had a gut feeling something was off! She just hopes they believe her.

~~~~~~~With the male~~~~~~~

He looks to his cell phone to sigh, seeing their hiding spot was hidden after a run away from the police. They really were trying to find them but they gotten away so many times, they won't be.

"Well?" The female said with arms crossed.

"She's almost ready. Once she is delivered to us, we can continue what we were doing. These other pigs don't have the same toxic residence to the drugs before dying." He mutters looking at her.

"Besides, she was a lot stronger resistance to it." the other male adds in before the female sighed.

"Then even if that's true won't she be useless again? Your making her quirkless so won't she be exposed to the toxins too? Or to note; kill her?" she said seeing the man shake his head.

"As it's true the 'doctor' was weakening her for us, he's got something to weaken the drug he pumped into her. Right now, he has to keep her like that in order to get her out of there and deliver her to us. When he does, we can give her the medicine and she will get her quirk back. Might take a while...but....at least she will be alright..." he snickered.

"However...I'll be sure that pig gets punished for getting away. She'll regret the night she did.." he said closing his hand into a fist.

So now they had to wait till the doctor delivers her to them.

~~~~~Outside the hideout~~~~~~~~

"Is this...the place?" Oblivion panted looking around seeing the tracker stops here but she looks seeing something near some deeper area. A hidden cavern maybe? No, it had to be maybe a bridge. Right now, she looks showing some flashlight before noticing something else. A house?

"......" she looks at the tracker and then up. "It has to be it. Then..those assholes have to be here.." she hissed. Gripping her flashlight she goes near in hopes to stop them. She will be sure they pay for this.

[avelera]

The reason I think this is interesting and relevant is because so far (3 episodes in) the soundtracks for Season 1 and Season 2 seem to be in active conversation with each other.

This feels so unusual for soundtracks filled with pop music, but the way Riot does their albums, they (mostly) don't solicit artists to come up with songs for the soundtrack, nor do they just take the latest popular pop song. They actually write their own songs and then bring in performers for them.

So to my point about the soundtracks being in conversation, in S1 you have this song:

"Dirty Little Animals" has the lyrics:

"Why would you die up there When you can live underneath? Dirty little animals Beautiful cannibals"

Then in Season 2 we get the opening song to 2.02:

"Sucker" contains the lyrics:

Dirty little animals You cannibals, eat your supper One by one, all these vultures keep coming

The first song in S1, "Dirty Little Animals" is an EDM, nightclub kind of sound. It makes the whole undercity / Zaun feel like a nightclub, a raging party filled to the brim with drugs, sex, and every sin available on the market.

It's not a place you want to raise your kids but by god is it a hell of a party.

"Sucker" feels like the hangover. Silco is dead. So are half of the other chem barons who brought in the money. The party is over now.

Then we've got Cait specifically calling people from the undercity "animals" with a zoom in on her when she says it, these words are important and significant. Again and again, the people of the undercity are dehumanized by others, and by themselves in these music cues. I'd venture to say as an overarching theme, we are intensely dealing with themes of dehumanization during social conflict, civil war, and social issues like poverty and crime.

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I think it's significant to bring back this interplay back and forth between the two seasons and their soundtracks too because I think it lends to an interpretation that certain songs are call backs and are meant to remind us of certain characters even when they're not present.

As I noted at the beginning, "What Could Have Been" now resonates with Viktor as well as with Jinx at the end of S1.

And I would add to this analysis that "To Ashes and Blood" is meant to evoke Viktor's presence even when he's not there. First of all, the Eastern European accent of the singer evokes Viktor's accent so much that for a moment I wondered if he was intended to be the one singing it.

But also, this song takes place during our first full glimpse of the terrifying power of the Hexcore, which Viktor now embodies. Though he is not present, the soundtrack is in conversation with the shadow he casts over the narrative.

Arcane is one of the few shows, or media properties of any kind, that is so holistically and painstakingly assembled that I think it's actually fair to ask if these deliberate soundtrack conversations are taking place, and to go forward with analyzing them as if they are.

I'm not even close to any kind of music expert, so I'll leave the analysis there but honestly, even without that background, I feel confident saying that no one is doing it like this show. I'm more than a little feral about it.

Hey can we talk about how the lyrics from Jinx’s end song from the end of Arcane S1 now could apply to Viktor too??

[divinegrey]

ʙʟᴜᴇ ɪɴᴋ / ᴊɪɴx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

to celebrate six hundred followers :)

prompt: @pinkroulette and @rosevela talked abt jinx's tattoos and how part of them are underneath her crop top, so i wrote this about it. jinx is an adult in this fic so don't come trying to bite my head off.

words: 2257

warnings: professional nudity, cursing, typical jinx hijinks

You send out your last customer with a smile after he coughs up a neat five hundred coins in payment. Now, don’t get it wrong, he’s only paying you that much because you just spent the past two hours finishing the detailing and shading on his arm piece.

You slide the pile of credits into a bag and lock it away. With an exhale, you begin your tedious clean-up process. It’s finally the end of a long day of work, and you have things to do before you can leave and walk back home to your modest apartment. Things including cleaning the chair, reorganizing the ink, cleaning out the machine…

Nobody ever said being a solo tattoo artist in the boundary between Zaun and Piltover was easy. There’s a lot of money in the business, but there’s also the constant risk of your head being shot off because a Zaunite doesn’t like their tattoo, or being sued because a Piltie doesn’t like their tattoo.

Both have nearly happened on several occasions. You’ve been more cautious since then. You go and lock the door to your shop and flip the sign on the window to closed before returning back to your original position.

You kneel behind your counter to clean up some bins you’ve been meaning to organize since you started throwing random shit in them a few weeks ago. You hate messes— it’s one of your biggest pet peeves when you see clutter, so having these junk bins has really gotten on your nerves.

“The fuck even is this?” you mutter to yourself. “Trash. Trash. More trash. God, where the fuck did I get this stuff?”

With a huff, you start tossing some things into the trash bin, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear heavy boots and nails tapping on glass.

Didn’t I lock the door?

Maybe you didn’t lock it all the way. You straighten up, saying, “Sorry, we’re closed right now, the sign on the door said—”

You stop when you take in the woman in front of you. Powder blue hair, shining blue eyes, a grin that looks crazed and manic.

“Jinx,” you say, putting your hands on the glass counter. “You saw the sign on the door, didn’t you?”

Let’s get something straight; you’ve run into Jinx before. Frankly, you’ve known her for a while, if you can count her coming in every now and then to snoop on your stuff when you aren’t looking. You don’t remember why she ever came in the first place, but now you’ve just gotten used to her appearing whenever she pleases.

She’s a frankly comforting presence, despite what people say about her.

“Came through the vents, cutie,” Jinx says brazenly. She twists herself to sit on the counter then spins her legs to face you. She glances past you. “Looks like an empty place. Got a spot open for a tat?”

“I’m closed,” you reply.

Jinx leans closer. “I’ll pay double your rate if you do it right now.”

You cross your arms, drawling, “I’m interested. How big?”

Jinx moves her finger over her right arm, up her shoulder, over her chest, then down to her hip. She tosses you a wink. “Plus some on the back too.”

“You’ll have to cough up a lot of money if you’re paying double. This’ll be more than one session if you want it to look good,” you explain, wondering how Jinx will pay for something that’ll cost her thousands of dollars and give you rent for your shop for three months alone.

Meanwhile, Jinx just swings her legs back and forth, taking you in with a gaze that could be considered flirtatious. You just brush it off because A) she might shoot you if you don’t comply with her demands (happens often) and B) you’re a professional.

“Silco’s money, ain’t it?” Jinx retorts.

You sigh. “Fair enough. Get on the chair. Tell me what you want then pay up.”

Jinx hops down from the counter and walks past you, dragging the tip of her nail on the front of your clothes. It causes a sharp inhale from your chest; this is common behavior for her. Part of her coming around to your shop to bother you included her making flirty remarks. That is… if comments about how hot you’d look choking someone with the wire of a tattoo gun can count as a flirty remark.

Jinx lays down on the chair, moving her long braids out of the way. She starts chattering about the tattoo she wants and you take it in, absorbing the information and suggesting critiques while waiting for your coffee to brew in the backroom. You’re going to need some energy to get through this. While you’re at it, you get yourself and her a snack— the last thing you need is for Jinx to pass out while you’re tattooing her.

You get the gist of what she wants, and you begin. Large clouds on her forearms that wrap around in a wind pattern to her shoulder. Jinx, to her credit, takes it like a champ. Barely any complaints from her, though you suspect she has a high pain tolerance if the scars littered about her body are any sort of indication.

You stick to doing the linework, establishing where the tattoos are. You can fill them in when she comes back at a later time. When you check the time, you notice that three hours have passed of you and Jinx talking while you do her tattoo. Huh. It’s not common for you to feel like no time has passed at all while you’re working. Jinx is different like that.

“Alright, we can do your chest part now, or we can do it last since I still have to do your stomach and your hip,” you say, wiping her collarbone clean of any ink. Much to your surprise, Jinx just sits up and reaches behind her, unsnapping the band of her crop-top (bra?) and pulling it off.

You look straight up to the ceiling.

“Hey, I’m not shy, if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Jinx says, lowering herself back down to the table.

“Just— would’ve appreciated a warning. Do you want nipple stickers?”

You’re a professional!

“Nah, I don’t need ‘em if you don’t need ‘em. Sounds like they’d get in the way,” Jinx says. You put down your tattoo gun and peel off your gloves to make sure the blinds are closed. You feel Jinx’s eyes on you the entire time. You turn down the main lights a tad (the brightness hurts your eyes this late), prompting Jinx to comment, “Setting the mood, cutie?”

“If we’re going to be here all night, might as well,” you say. You make sure to wash your hands before pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. You take a seat on your stool and grab your tattoo gun. “You trust me to freehand this?”

“I’ve been coming to your shop for a while, I trust ya with anything,” Jinx says. You make a humming noise, gently raising her arm to get a better angle while yes, staring at her breasts. No, you won’t think about the color of her skin or her nipples. You’re a professional.

You start working.

“Enjoying the view?”

Damn it.

“I would if you would stop moving around so much,” you reply. “Am I going to have to strap you to the chair?”

“Got a safeword for that, cutie?” Jinx’s reply is immediate and frankly, you should’ve seen that coming from Jinx. With no verbal reply available at the tip of your tongue, you just huff to yourself. Keep moving. You’re going to get paid a shit ton for this.

You gauge Jinx’s reactions as you move the needle over her skin. You know fully well how sensitive this area can get, especially when it gets closer to the bonier, less fleshy bits near the ribs. Shit, when you were getting tattooed in this area, even you had to take breaks, and you’d like to think your tolerance to tattoo needles is higher than most.

Jinx’s brows pinch together, the first little noise of discontent slipping out of her mouth when you press the tattoo gun onto the side of her breast where the bone is more prevalent than fatty tissue.

“Take a deep breath,” you murmur softly. Jinx inhales, her rib cage expanding, then exhales. You don’t know what possesses you to say the next thing out of your mouth; “Good girl. Good, keep doing that.”

Jinx’s entire body shakes at that, and you’re thankful you pulled your tattoo gun back in anticipation. She takes another breath and you get back to work. You won’t admit that you listen keenly to the sound of her breathing. The linework is intricate, you have to take care to keep the pattern moving in the same motion as wind would take through the air. It’s a rhythm.

“Fuck,” Jinx whispers when you put your fingers on the side of her breast to get a better angle on her ribs. It gives you pause.

“Are you okay? Need to stop?” You pull the tattoo gun away. “We’ve been doing this for a while, we can stop. I’ve done a lot today.”

We could easily finish this in another session, maybe two depending on how long we take, you think to yourself, not realizing that Jinx is breathing fairly heavily until you take her in fully, laying down on the leather chair with her arm resting on your shoulder because you put it there to get better access. Her fingers are playing with the hairs on your neck, you notice. The feel of her nails on your skin is just barely noticeable.

“Jinx?”

“Fine, cutie, ‘m fine, just…” Jinx turns to look at you, an obvious flush on her face. “Bit off more than I can chew, I think.”

“This is your first tattoo, isn’t it?” You say, more of a statement rather than a question.

“Yup.”

“Makes sense,” you say, turning off the ink machine and putting the tattoo gun down. You get some soap. “We’ll finish this in a week, how about that? Come back at—” you quickly glance at your schedule for next week. “Three in the afternoon. I’ll book you out for the rest of the day.”

When you turn back, Jinx is sitting up. You’re eye-level with her now and your throat goes dry. She’s staring at the lines on her arm with a little bit of awe and wonder.

“You like them so far?” You ask.

“They look fuckin’ fantastic,” Jinx says, a chipper grin coming onto her face. In addition, she looks tired— anyone would be after having needles jabbed into their skin for four hours straight. You give her a polite smile before wiping down her arm and shoulder with antibacterial soap, then wrapping it in cling foil to protect it from the elements (especially the chemical fumes in Zaun). When it comes to cleaning her chest, you have to steel yourself for any witty remarks she might make but… none come.

What a surprise.

“Definitely can’t wear the crop top you came in, the fabric will aggravate your tattoo too much,” you say. “Did you bring anything loose? A shirt?” Jinx shakes her head and frankly, you’re not about to let her go walk shirtless back to wherever dwelling she lives in. With a grunt, you reach over your head and pull off the garment you’d been wearing. There are ink stains on the sleeves, and when you help put it on Jinx, it’s practically half her size alone. It’ll work. You say, “There. Just bring that back next time, it’s one of my favorites.”

“I’ll take good care of it, cutie,” Jinx says with a wink, standing up from the chair. You do the same, anticipating the wooziness before she does. Gently, you catch her by the ink-free arm.

“Careful.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Jinx says, batting you away. “Now, how much of a dent am I putting in Silco’s pocket?”

“Deposit is a thousand. Plus a thousand more for today’s work.”

“Sheesh.”

“I run a tight ship, Jinx, we made a deal,” you say. To her credit, Jinx does give you the money, and lord, you’re going to be set for a while because of this. You’ve just about finished putting it away when you stand up and Jinx is still there. “Somethin’ you need?”

“I forgot the last part of the payment.”

“You didn’t—”

Your words are cut off when Jinx grabs you by your neck (probably because of the whole missing shirt thing) and brings your lips down onto hers. The first thing you notice is the taste of candy and sugar, the sweetness on her lips addicting to a level that you hadn’t expected. Holy shit, you’re kissing Jinx. When Jinx finally lets go, your mouth is slick and you can taste her on your tongue and in the back of your throat.

“Aw, you look cute, all shocked and surprised. See you next week, cutie!” Jinx pats your cheek before walking out of your shop.

It leaves you alone, recovering from the shock, and wondering how the hell did I get here? You turn to try and find Jinx, but she’s long gone before you have any words to say other than—

“Holy fuck,” you say.

A smile comes to your face without even realizing it. You’re exhausted, and you still have to clean up, but shit, you’re excited for next week.

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A/N: this was pretty fun to write!!! i tried to do my best while also keeping it mostly sfw. tattoo artists gotta stay professional ya know?

[lobster-tales]

Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 4: The Basement

Summary: A father talks to his daughter

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Silco told Jinx first. Before anyone else, before even the shareholders. He called her after the meeting and recapped the conversation in a low voice. She listened in curious silence. “Nothing has been set in stone,” he said. “It’ll take some time to iron out the details before we even consider accepting. But I wanted you to know. Before the rest of them.”

She had her own suggestions, terms and rules he could negotiate for. He took her advice to the shareholders. Weeks passed as his people went back and forth with Medarda’s.

When he visited the studio in person, she knew a final decision had been reached. Silco had his own chair in the studio-Jinx had painted shark teeth all over it-and he took his seat solemnly. He had printed the many pages of the agreement, and went through every line with Jinx, every condition. She smirked at some of them: Silco didn’t always play fair, and Jinx easily picked up on the loopholes. “It’s all ready,” he said. “Every detail. But before we sign the final page, I need you.”

“... What do you mean?”

Silco leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “If we go through with this, you will have to face Ekko. And the rest of them. Depending on what Mel decides, you may even have to face your sister.”

Of course the thought had crossed her mind. Ekko would be easier. Because of their rivalry, they’d almost crossed paths before. Jinx knew him for so long and so well, that even in his absence from her life, she could listen to his songs and recognize which ones were about her. At first, the lyrics were angry, hurt, but the newer ones were tinged with a playful vengeance. He moved on, and she guessed that if they faced off, they could at least be around each other.

But Vi was another thing. Jinx wondered if she would even go along with something like this. Every now and then in the recent past, during moments of drunken vulnerability, Jinx would search Vi’s name, or Caitlyn’s to see if they were in any recent press photos. But Vi was private: she didn’t even use social media anymore. This would be a huge step into the light for her, and unlike Ekko, she hadn’t had time to get used to it.

Then again, it had been two years. If Jinx changed, what if Vi did too?

Her uncertainty was written on her face, and Silco read her easily. But he waited for her to speak, allowing her the time to find the words. When she did, they were clumsy. “Yeah. I-I can do it, it’s fine, it’s fine! I mean, she probably wouldn’t even talk to me. She never tried looking for me before, so why would she care now?”

A memory flashed at the corner of her vision: Vi, blood on her cheek, silver eyes angry and hurt. How she looked the last time Jinx saw her.

“Unless,” Jinx whimpered, “she’s still mad.”

“That’s always a possibility,” Silco acknowledged. “But you have faced her wrath before. And you’re stronger now.”

She squirmed in her seat. “Yeah… Yeah, I could take her.” Even she heard how unconvincing she sounded.

Silco spoke gently, “You are stronger, Jinx. It takes strength to leave your family, especially when they’ve hurt you. Vander and Benzo betrayed me, just like Vi and Ekko betrayed you. None of them understood us or our ambitions. They thought we were greedy, hungry for fame. They never saw the big picture.”

She scoffed. “What big picture? This whole thing is just table tennis to you and Medarda.”

“No,” he said, his tone dipping into frustration. “It’s so much more than that, Jinx, look.” His bony finger jabbed into the paper. “Right here. If Medarda loses, she has to dissolve Hex Records. When the public sees her crushed and defeated, Hextech’s stock will plummet. All of Piltover’s wealthy, all those greedy hands will come up with nothing. She will lose their respect, and the humiliation will drive her to resign. Without her to oppose us in the Senate-”

Jinx felt guilty now, that she had let her own feelings get in the way of what was really important. Her family drama seemed so insignificant compared to the larger goal. She hid behind snark. “Okay, okay, I get it. But it’s the same for us. If they win, what happens when Shimmer goes down?”

“We won’t lose,” Silco said firmly. “I. Never. Lose.”

She should have been comforted, but instead Jinx just felt more scrambled than ever. Her anxious fingers picked up a gadget, fidgeting with the wires. Something felt off about all of this. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Medarda had something else up her sleeve. It seemed like such a massive risk for someone who was usually so calculated. It was too easy. Like a setup.

But Silco misunderstood her apprehension for fear. He opened his arms, welcoming her into an embrace. Jinx could never resist physical affection, especially when she received so little of it now. His thin shoulders felt frail beneath her hands. Jinx always thought it was funny, that someone so scary could be so fragile.

Silco murmured, “If this is too much for you, if this isn’t what you want, then just say so. Yours is the final vote: one word from you, and the deal is off and we will never speak of it again.”

She knew he meant it. Silco respected her more than anyone. He loved her, really and truly. He had always believed in her, no matter what, never been afraid of her or tried to contain her. He was her family now. Her life as Powder had ended: this was the only path. At least she could rise to the occasion.

“Let’s do it,” she said finally. “Let’s bury those fucking topsiders.”

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The phone rang again, and still Vi didn’t answer. Not because of who was calling, or what they were calling about, but because of the answer she would have to give. Which was no. Right?

She clenched the bar rag, swiping it across the counter one more decisive time. Vander had gone home while Vi closed The Last Drop. Chairs on the tables, floor swept and mopped. Ready to go for tomorrow. But Vi wanted to stay, sort herself out. Ekko’s face popped up on her lock screen once more. And once more, she was afraid to pick up.

No. Vi hadn’t played for almost two years. The ABC party was her last performance. It just hurt too much, it felt too wrong. She couldn’t do it, not without Powder. Even if her sister was… different now.

Something invisible drew Vi to the basement doors. There were nights she considered going back down there, but she never had the courage. The wooden doors held back too many painful memories. But tonight, that invisible force guided her hands, inched the doors open.

She descended into the darkness. Dark except for the center of the room, where the starter instruments sat in a pile. A guitar, bass, drumset, keyboard: all covered in duct tape, stickers, and graffiti. There were new additions from the kids Vander had been teaching, new scrawled names. It was his way to cope. Vi had chosen work instead.

Examining the instruments, Vi allowed herself to do something that she hadn’t in a long time: remember. Her fingers traced over the stickers, each one holding a memory. A dinosaur from one of Mylo’s childhood birthday cards. A star that Claggor got on his math test. One of Powder’s signature BOOM!s.

Vi held her breath, as if picking up the starter guitar would cause some sort of physical reaction. But it didn’t. It just felt small in her muscled arms. She remembered when the guitar used to be the right size.

She absently strummed, relearning the chords. The callouses on her fingers were gone, and the strings stung at first. But she pushed through the dull pain.

What started as loose notes and chords began to sound like a song. A sad song, one she had been feeling in her heart for a while, but never been able to voice. Vi resolved herself, cleared her throat, and sang,

Fall asleep with a lighter in your hand You can't fake it, that's telling Smoke so much, you can't even stand Tell your dad that it's weed he's smelling

The sound reverberated within her, echoed in her bones. With each strum, her fingers remembered more and more, picking the melody. Every note relaxed her, the tension slowly leaving her body. Magic spun from her hands. She felt like a fallen angel who finally tasted divinity again.

I don't, I won't, I guess She’s too young to know you I think I'll go to sleep I won't think about you Until I think about when You tell her, "Come over again" "Come over again"

The years dissipated, her restrained emotions churning forth in a wave. She could practically hear the rest of the band, ghosts accompanying her. The words of the song built to the bridge. Vi had wallowed in her grief, her anger, for so long, and now she released everything in a violent crescendo, screaming,

Take her name out of your mouth! You don't deserve to mourn You just love the attention Or do you get bored? You like the power you have Hope you get caught in the law Do you think that you're happy? Just wait 'til you're sure

Vi stayed in that space, the song tearing from her throat as she sang the chorus over and over. She let the memories swarm her, even the painful ones. It hurt, it really fucking hurt, but the music helped. The vibrations felt good beneath her hands. Even though she created the sound, it seemed to take a life of its own, enveloping her, protecting her from herself.

The wave began to ebb as she came to the end. She felt… liberated. The weight in her chest wasn’t so heavy now, eased by a warmth that she hadn’t felt in a long time. As the last lines faded out, Vi slumped, spent.

At the top of the stairs, Vander cleared his throat.

Vi discarded the guitar, but of course it was too late. “I thought you left.”

“I did. Forgot my phone.” Vander thumped down the stairs, his beat off rhythm from the slight limp. On the last step, he winced at the pain. “You call Ekko back, yet? Benzo’s been texting me all night.”

She didn’t answer.

Vander propped himself on the bar, inviting her to take the stool beside him. When she did, he asked, “Is this about the contest? The one Caitlyn was talking about the other day?”

Great, Vi thought, he heard that, too. “Yeah.”

“... You thinking about it?”

“No,” she said.

“Why not?”

Vi sighed. “I can’t, Vander. Not without her.”

He responded with an eloquent, “Hmm.” A silence stretched before them. Vander surprised her when he said, “You know, I um… I went through this, too. When he left.”

Vi held her breath. He had only spoken about this in short bursts, never enough to get the whole story.

Vander said, “I know you think of Silco as a monster, and with good reason, but there was a time I called him friend. Even brother. He was always sort of… intense, but he cared. More than anyone I’ve ever met. We used to have the same vision, the same dream. Our music was all about revolution and call to action. But he took it too far.”

Vi listened, not wanting to break his rhythm. Despite her hatred of Silco, she had always been curious about his relationship with Vander. They seemed like complete opposites: it was hard to believe they’d once been allies, much less family.

“After we… fell out…” Vander brushed his fingers over his knuckles, looking down at his enormous hands. “I couldn’t play for years. Just… hurt too much. So I chose a different path: took over the pub, adopted you four. It was Mylo, actually.” He smiled wistfully. “Who first asked for guitar lessons. Course, he had no idea I used to be in a band. But I saved up, bought one secondhand from Benzo. Then you wanted to learn, then Claggor and Powder. And when I finally did sit down and started teaching you all… I felt better. I was glad that some good could come of it.”

The instruments laid at her feet, seemed to breathe with her. She could almost hear the final chord of her song, suspended in the air. Vi said, “You found a new purpose.”

“Mmhmm.”

But something nagged at her. She murmured, “You never had to face him again, though. You never had to see how much he… changed.”

“No,” Vander acknowledged. “Because I was too scared of what he had become. I never had the courage to accept it.”

The words stung. Vi had been in denial for so long, avoided the radio and music videos and all social media. But she couldn’t pretend forever.

Vander said gently, “She’s gone, Vi. Even if by some miracle we do get her back, she will always be different.” He placed a large hand on her shoulder. “And when, if you get on that stage, you won’t be facing Powder. You’ll be facing Jinx.”

Vi knew he was right. It was the truth, as much as it sucked. She could deal with Powder, but Jinx would be someone else. Someone she didn’t recognize. And that scared her more than anything.

“You’re afraid,” Vander assessed. “And that’s okay. But don’t let your fear of the past keep you from enjoying your future.”

He squeezed her shoulder once more, letting the words sink in before he rose. Vander slowly ascended the stairs, wood creaking under his boots as he left her in the dimly lit room to think on it.

Vi gazed at the instruments. Before today, the conversation would have made her feel even more lost, more hopeless. But now… she was strangely optimistic. The grief would never really go away, but at least it could feel smaller. Warmed by the magic of the strings.

The phone rang again. This time, Vi picked up. “Hey, Ekko? Yeah, I know. Listen… I’m in.”

[sweetchup]

💌Love/Hate💌

Type: Pariston Hill x Reader

Prompts: Soulmate Au (Colorblind) + 7– Innocent/Corruption Kink

Author Note: OMG I am so so so sorry this took so long. I’m not sure what it was but my brain couldn’t write for Pariston. Like it was if the zodiacs took over and put it into a total shut down mode. It was insane. (ALSO Small warning, this is Pariston and, as expected, he’s an abusive dick)

(Valentine’s Day Masterlist)

When you had first accepted the job of being randomly assigned someone’s secretary, you hadn’t expected to be assigned to the CEO of a high end tech company. You mean, who in the world would have known that by just calling a flyer on a street corner would have led to working with someone so prestigious.

It almost sounded too good to be true!

….And, you wished you hadn’t jinxed yourself in that moment. The CEO of that high end tech company actually turned out to be only 21, having inherited the company from his father. He was not only a spoiled brat and a player but, my god, was he lazy. You were sure that if you hadn’t spent hours on the phone discussing ideas with his father and done all the paperwork for him, that the company would be in ruins before someone could say “We’re broke!”.

Though, no matter how hard you worked your ass off these past couple months, nothing could prepare you for this moment.

“Dear god someone help me…”

You and his father had told him many times over this week. On February 14 at noon, you have an important meeting with the Hunter Association. You can’t miss it.

But, of course, that lazy ass was running late. By 45 minutes to be exact.

“Miss (y/n), is Mr Avoli going to be showing up any time soon? It isn’t like him to be late.”

… And it surely didn’t help that you were standing in the meeting room, waiting for him with the Hunters Association's very own Zodiacs.

Shamefully, you turn to the doglike woman who had introduced herself as ‘Cheadle’ earlier and give an apologetic bow, “I-I deeply apologize. You see Mr Avoli's son, Hunter Avoli, recently took over the company. I reminded him constantly this past week about the meeting but I’m afraid he may have forgotten...”

“Oh that guy.” You hear the monkey zodiac ‘Saiyu’ spit out in disgust, “He is almost as bad as that dirt bag, Ging.”

“It’s not a problem Miss (y/n). I’ve met Hunter many times before so I’ve seen first hand how unprofessional he acts. This is clearly not your fault.” Cheadle reassures, giving you enough confidence to lift your head up from bowing to look at her as some of the Zodiacs complain in the background.

As you stare at the grayish colored woman, you can’t help but wonder what color she was wearing. Due to you still not having found your soulmate, you can only see the color of your soulmate’s eye color. Which, in your case, was brown. A chocolate brown to be exact.

And, usually dogs were brownish in color so you kind of wondered what color Miss Chealde chose instea—

“We are still waiting on the chairman and two other zodiacs so why don’t you take the chance to try and give Hunter a call.” Mizaistom, the ox zodiac, suggests suddenly.  

“O-oh of course. Thank you very much Miss Cheadle, Mr Mizaistom. I’ll be very quick— Eep!”

Oh god why me?

Just as you made your way to the door to exit the room, someone on the other side had already swung it open. Making you, in pure surprise and shock, take a step backwards. Though, just like how your day is going so far, Luck truly didn’t seem to be on your side as you end up tripping on your own two feet and begin to fall backwards.

You expected to land hard on the cold tile floor in front of everyone, extremely embarrassing really, but instead you don’t. You still hit something firm and hard but… it was different. Actually, now that you think about it, you felt higher up than you were before…

“Ah, Ging this is why I said you shouldn’t barge into rooms so suddenly! You scared our poor guest!” A voice suddenly calls out from behind you, his breath slightly tickling the shell of your ear. Quickly, in surprise, you whip your head around to—

…Shit.

As your eyes lock with the male’s chocolate brown ones the room suddenly bursts into a flurry of color. Blues, reds, greens, maybe yellows? You honestly didn’t know the proper names for all the colors you were seeing for the first time. However, in all this chaos, you happened to know two things.

One, That you had just met your soulmate and Two,...

… it was none other than the Vice Chairman himself, Pariston Hill.

“Oh my! How unexpected!” Pariston chuckles out, causing what seems to be sparkles to pop out around him, “I never thought our guest here today would end up being my soulmate. Not at all!”

“I—“ “Shut up Rat!”

You freeze as something suddenly comes flying past your head. What the fuck...

“You have a soulmate? Not a Chance! Not a Chance! Not a Chance!”

“Quit joking.”

“I doubt the King Of Kickbacks would have an ordinary soulmate.”

It was as if a bomb had erupted in the room, everyone was in pure disbelief at what Pariston had just said, Suggested, he even had (Well everyone except Ging, of course). Hell, some of them haven’t even found their own soulmates yet. So, why did the heartless ass Rat get to have one?!

“I assure you, I’m speaking the truth. Why would I lie about something like this?”

We can think of many reasons…

“U-uh…” You suddenly speak out, slightly flinching as everyone’s attention turns to you, “He is telling the truth… I saw colors other than brown for the first time when we locked eyes.”

“See!” Pariston says happily, pulling you affectionately closer to him in his hold. As you are flustered by the act from the handsome man, he takes the chance to walk to what you believe is in the direction of an empty seat. However, you soon realize that wasn’t what he was intending as he walked right by it and leaves through the other door located in the room.

“Hey Rat!! Where do you think you are GOING!?!” The tigerlike man screeches out, storming through the door you two just left as well.

“Well, I’m going to spend time with my soulmate of course.” Pariston exclaims, his smile not even flinching as bloodlust from the other zodiacs creeps out from the room.

“As if I—“ Suddenly, a loud chuckle behind you rings out, cutting Kanzai off.

“C-Chairman Netero!” You squeak out in surprise at the older man. Oh god, what a disaster. As someone trying to make a deal to him, this looks bad. So bad.

“My, what a twist!” The Chairman rings out, stroking his beard as he thinks as he walks past you two. “Hmm… You and (y/n) can be excused from today’s meeting, Pariston.”

“B-But, Chairman!” Kanzai rebuts. Soon shutting up however as the chairman grabs onto the collar of his jersey.

“It only makes sense to give them alone time, Kanzai. We will just call Mr Aloisi for the meeting instead of having (y/n) give it to us.” Netero explains, giving you a small wink as he drags Kanzai as if he was some kitty cat back into the meeting room.

What a strange group…

As you sit there stunned at everything that has happened so far, you don’t realize Pariston has already begun walking again. It takes you a while to realize as well, precisely the loud sound of the door of his private office being closed. He must have walked pretty fast…

“A-ah. Umm you can put me down now.” You mumble out to the… Blonde man (unable to tell if that was the correct color).

“Hmm. What was that?” Pariston asks, as if he didn’t quite hear you from before.

“Oh. I was wondering if you could put me down.” You tell him again. Shit, the way you said that came out bad. “I-I mean I’m really appreciative of you saving me but you are likely getting tired of holding me and I can walk on my own.”

“Oh!”

You expected at that exclamation that Pariston would instantly put you down to the floor, but instead he walks over to his deck and places you down in front of that. Odd, but you don’t question the sparkly man.

Speaking of odd, as you looked around the room, you realized it was really cold in here. Much colder than the conference room and hallway. God, what a bad day to wear a skirt but no tights. Especially those insulated ones you recently bought.

“Are you Cold?” Pariston suddenly voices up, causing you to turn behind you to look at him. He still hadn’t moved from his spot right behind you.

“A-ah yes I am. I don’t want to be a bother but could you possibly turn it down a couple of notches?” You ask, taking a step back a little to give a little bit of space between you two.

“I’m afraid I can’t. My thermostat broke this morning.” Pariston exclaims, his smile turning into a bit of a frown. However, that didn’t last long as he soon had a full blown out smile again. “But, I do have my jacket that I wore to work this morning. It should be… Ah! There it is! Right on the seat of my chair if you want to grab it.”

“Oh.. thank you.” You give Pariston a small smile before leaning over the desk to grab the brown coat.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it but for some odd reason you didn’t feel fully comfortable around him. Which was even weirder because you didn’t understand what was causing it. Shouldn’t you naturally feel comfortable around your soulmate?

Perhaps, you just needed to get to know him better. That’s likely it. Your just nervous since he was supposed to be your clien—

“Ah!” You let out a yelp as you feel pressure and sharp pain in your lower regions. At first, you thought it was perhaps a weird cramp or something like that. However, once you fully grasped what you were feeling, you realized you were just trying to make yourself believe that.

“Oh whoops! Tight. Tight. That must have hurt.” Pariston chuckles out, rocking his hips back and forth as his eyes watched his cock disappear and reappear out of your hole. Harshly letting go of the strap of your panties that he had pulled aside to watch as an ever so slight bit of blood comes out in your slick. Delighted to see such results.

“P-Pariston. Please be gentle.” You gasp out, turning yourself by your waist to place a hand on the man’s chest. Ever so slightly fisting the fabric of his suit when he suddenly gave a really hard thrust. “Let’s slow down… too soon…”

“How come? I thought you said you were grateful to me right?” Pariston teased out, pulling your hand off his suit as well as pushing your front down against the desk. Making it so you were trapped underneath him.

“I-I am but—“ “Shh… I’m only taking my reward!”

However, even with your constant pleas for him to be slower, gentler, Pariston continued his actions. Watching you grow more and more wet as that uncomfortable burning sensation suddenly turned into pure ecstasy.

It was perfect…

Pressed down against the desk, unable to move as you were essentially being taken advantage of by him. Your very own soulmate.

It was embarrassing, agonizing and traumatizing.

Surely, you hated him. You despised him.

Having waited long enough, Pariston decided to finally pull out and flip you over so he could see you and the results of his hard work. “Now, Now my dear. It’s not so—“

Pariston feels himself blink a couple of times.

Oh… So, you were one of those types huh?

It was if you were some humanized version of a golden retriever. Your eyes that were supposed filled with terror or hatred were still as sparkly and innocent before you began. You were loyal to him to a fault and he honestly doubted you could bring it in your heart to even hate him.

It was annoying but it wasn’t that big of a problem. He could always break you in other ways.

However, that’s not exactly what was troubling him right now.

Fluttering? Or, Bubbles?

Whatever it was, he didn’t understand why he was feeling this sort of way. Especially seeing you look at him like that. With that love filled look…

“Pariston…” You mumble out, your voice slightly slurred. “Are you okay? Are you done?”

Are you okay?

Those three words ring in Pariston’s head. Eventually, causing him to break his composure and let out a light laugh.

“Aw. Did I leave you high and dry? Here I’ll fix that.” Pariston calls out. A slight shiver going up his spine as he hears you let out a small moan as he slips back into your dripping cunt.

You know what, he didn’t care how strange you were making him feeling.

Whether you looked at him with loved dazed eyes…

Or cried out how much you hated him with those kissable lips of yours.

Either way, he would enjoy every bit of playing with you. You had the rest of your miserable lives to try it out after all.

[ickle-ronniekins]

the riot

request from nonnie!! “Hi! just wanted to say that i LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if maybe you could do like a fred imagine where the reader is a prefect and is leading the first years to the dorms the first night but he keeps pestering her and using some sort of pet name like “love” or “dear” and all of the kids think that they’re dating and tease her for it but of course she denies it. Sorry if this sucks, I’ve never done this before :( Thank you!!”

pairing: fred x reader

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A/N: i'm in love with this request, thanks so much, hope i’ve done this justice, fred weasley can tie me up to a four poster in gryffindor common room anyday, bye

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Your seventh and final year at Hogwarts had come far too quickly, and brought with it a very dry heat at the beginning of September. A melancholy sort of feeling crept its way through your bones during the Sorting ceremony; you were both excited and woefully saddened that this was, in fact, the last Sorting you’d watch. You bit down on your lip as the very final first year, a measly little brown haired boy, made his way excitedly over to Ravenclaw, who’s table was bursting with cheers.

Although the majority of the new first years had grown up in magical families, each and every single one of their eyes widened at the sight of the feast; Hogwarts feasts were rather famous, after all. Once they’d all cleared their plates and finished their evening tea, Dumbledore bid everyone farewell and sent you all off straight to bed, as morning, and lessons, would come quickly.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on the new first years' faces at the changing staircases.

It was something you looked forward to every September 1st.

You waved over the tiny boys and girls in your house and gave them a warm smile. “Our common room is this way,” you began, pointing toward the right side of the castle. A few of them looked absolutely mortified at the sight of the very large corridors. You added, “Just follow me and you’ll be alright!”

“Ma’am?” a young boy with dark, curly hair asked. Ma’am? You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself a little bit. You were only seventeen; surely you didn’t look much older. He looked positively dreadful; first year jitters, of course. “Is it true what they say?”

“What who says?”

“The Ghosts!” another blond haired boy squeaked. His eyes were wide with wonder.

You grinned; you knew exactly what they were discussing. You made sure your voice sounded soft and welcoming; you didn’t want to scare them. It was their first night in the castle, after all. “And what’ve the ghosts said?”

“That the Gryffindor Common Room is haunted!”

“..and that we’re going to be pulled out of bed by our toenails!”

“Ew!” a few young girls in your group began to squeal and giggle.

You patted the dark haired boy on the shoulder, hoping to calm his nerves a bit. “No, it’s not haunted. Here’s your first tip for your time spent here at Hogwarts — don’t listen to a single thing Peeves says, okay?”

Just then, a bit of raucous laughter began to flood the corridors, making a few of your first years nearly jump out of their skin. Rounding the bend was none other than the group you were hoping to avoid, including those absolute gits that always seemed hellbent on making your first night in the castle one to remember.

They were so bloody annoying.

“What’re you on about, telling these lads not to listen to Peeves?” Fred hopped his way across a few steps until he was right up next to you. He leaned against the wall in a relaxed sort of state; he folded his arms across his chest and smirked at you. “C’mon, love, we all know how brilliant Peeves really is.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got a low standard for brilliance, then, Freddie.”

“That’s rude,” George piped up, elbowing you in the ribs. He continued to march up the staircase with Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione at his heels, but Fred stayed put. To the first years, George said, “We can tell you loads of funny stories about Peeves — just find us in the common room, and be sure to check out our newest inventions —”

“—ah, yes, Extendable Ears —”

“—Nosebleed Nougat—”

“—we’ve got tons, don’t be shy!”

“Cut it out, you two!” you called over the now very excited group of first years, who’s laughter and applause seemed to echo up the stairs. “Could you please save your advertisements for another time, please? I’ve got to get these young ones up to the common room in one piece; they’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

George and the others continued to laugh and bid farewell to the youngins; they disappeared through the next corridor in the blink of an eye. Fred, however, stayed where he was.

“Darling, you know we’ve got products to sell.” His eyes were dark and smirk was large; another year, and he was still hellbent on sending you into a frenzy. Don’t things ever change?

Before you could answer with a snarky retort, a few younger girls began to giggle quietly, but you heard them. Fred asked them through a smile, “What’s so funny over there?”

They continued to laugh and tried to cup their hands over their mouths, but they fell into one another and giggled even louder. One of them, a very short girl with chin length hair and black-framed glasses perched on her nose, asked you both, “He called you ‘darling’. Is he your boyfriend?”

Now all of the first years were laughing. You crossed your arms and turned back toward Fred, who was licking his lips to try and help him suppress the laughter that was rising in his chest. It didn’t work. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and glanced back and forth between you, the Prefect, and the gaggle of younger students in front of you both on the stairs. He actually snorted. “Well, you going to give them an answer or not?”

Through gritted teeth and a bit of a grin you couldn’t seem to hide, you told him quietly, “I hate you.” To the students, you said, “No, he’s not my boyfriend. I don’t have time for a boyfriend. I’ve got lots of studying to do, you see. Which is why we all need to get up to our four posters, because we’ve got an early day tomorrow. First day of lessons! Are you lot excited?”

Every single one of the students ignored this, much to your dismay. Fred, however, looked just as relaxed as he did when he first arrived a few minutes ago, if not more so. The blond haired boy asked, “If he’s not your boyfriend, then why did he call you ‘darling’?”

“And ‘love’?” a redheaded girl squeaked from the back of the group.

You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes — especially when Fred was laughing like an absolute idiot next to you. He placed his hand on the small of your back and you stealthily smacked it away. “Because he’s silly, that’s why. Come on, now. Let’s go. The common room is just around the bend.”

Fred spent the rest of the walk toward the common room doing everything in his power to annoy you; he kept poking you in the ribs, tried very desperately to sling his arm around your shoulders or around your waist, and kept saying things that made the children fall into a fit of hysterics — Rumor has it that Gryffindor’s team is the best it’s been in years.. coming to the first match? I know you can hardly resist my playing.

Once the first years learned the password and were settled into their four posters for the evening, you walked back down from the girls dormitory only to find Fred sprawled out on the couch with a copy of the latest Daily Prophet in his hands. He sent a rather sensual smirk your way; you shook your head, marched over, yanked him by his tie and dragged him completely through the portrait hole and into the corridor.

“Bloody hell, woman, I know we’ve done some wild things, but I’m not that much into choking.”

A bright grin split your face; you couldn’t help it, he was so bloody charming, it was hard not to turn to complete mush around him. You ignored his statement, though. “First years think you’re a riot.”

“Yeah, well, who wouldn’t?”

“You’re a git, you know that?”

“That’s mean,” he pouted, inching himself closer to you. He teasingly added, “So was when you denied that I’m your boyfriend. You’ve got to make it up to me, love.” He lingered on the word for emphasis.

You draped your arms over his shoulders and began to play absentmindedly with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Sorry, Freddie — needed to get my first years in bed in one piece, not all riled up, like I promised. I’ve got to be a role model to them, you know. And you’ve got a distracting sort of personality.”

You could practically hear the smirk that grew on his face. He pushed you slowly back against the wall outside the portrait hole, leaning his one hand right next to your head against the bricks; his free hand grabbed at your hip. He licked his lips impatiently. “Distracting in a good way?”

“In the best way, darling.”

He grinned. “You know,” he paused, eyeing you up and down as if this was the very first time he was seeing you. “Letting me tease you like that did seem to get them all riled up.”

You swatted him playfully with the sleeve of your sweater.

“I reckon you’ve still got to make it up to me, though.”

You pulled on his tie again, gently this time. “New year at school, Fred. Final year. Surely you’ve figured out a way to hoodwink the jinxes and break into the girls dorm, haven’t you?”

He raised his eyebrows at you and clicked his tongue. In a hushed whisper, he asked, “On the first night? What’s gotten into you? So much for being a role model.. don’t let the young ones see you.” His wink sent you into overdrive. It was really rather rude of him.

You pulled him closer to you; you were extremely grateful that the surrounding area was empty and tried very, very hard to ignore the talking portraits that lined the corridors. You felt him grin against you, surely thinking of what the first night back at Hogwarts would bring, and before closing the slight gap between you both, you told him,

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

BONUS, because i’m a brat

“I lied, by the way,” Fred whispered once you both hopped back through the portrait hole. He rested his head on your shoulders and let his hands creep over your hips and around your stomach. “I am into choking.” #BYE

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[katsukikitten]

Warning : 18 plus AU, adult themes, collage au

Part one Part two

"Mina, I really don't see why I have to wear this Bikini, I prefer a cutout  one piece." You say sipping your iced coffee as Mina packs her beach bag with sponges, rags, and tons of bottled water. You wait impatiently by the door of your shared, temporary dorm. 

"Becauuuusssse, I already told you! That Instagram post I made of all of us blew up, even with my large following. Remember how many people we brought in last time?"

"Yes, we made 45% more profit…" You bite at the inside of your lip as you think, adjusting your white t-shirt so it sat nicely above the black bikini bottoms. You weren't one to argue with numbers.

"Well now with the combined efforts with the shirtless boys we can actually use that allowance you got us for unlimited kegs." 

"No, Mina new windows and installation. They said the house was hot, which means winter will be brutal." You roll your eyes, "Unless you want to freeze this winter, personally I have no problem with freezing." 

She giggles at your joke, pulling you along as if you were the reason for being late instead of her. Mina spies Uraraka and Jiro waving them towards the two of you before she whispers softly to you.  

"Just, try to have fun today no matter what." 

You wondered if that was an omen, a jinx or if she already knew what lied ahead. Either way you would not being having too much fun. 

The four of you arrive just before the first customer's begin to line up and already you want to organize. Counting the heads until you see a certain ash blonde causing your normally cold blood to run hot. Too hot. 

"Mina?" Your voice dips low, as ice dances in the air around you, "What is he doing here?" 

"Who?" She plays dumb as the other two women greet the group of men. Harsh garnet cut to you as you steel your glare. 

"Oi, Icy Brat. What are you fucking doing here?" His voice grates your nerves and for a moment you see red. Thinking of freezing him and going about your day. Instead you choose to give him the cold shoulder, averting your gaze. 

"We're doing pairs for washing today. I'm glad you could make it" Kirishima beams, coming in for a hug, you take a step back offering him a polite smile. His smile doesn't lose an ounce of shine, it makes you respect him a bit more. 

"I'll handle the cash and direct cars then." You say pointing to the box, ready to grab the fanny pack and head to the street. Denki grabs onto you gently, releasing you as if you were hot to the touch.  

"No it has to be a boy girl ratio. I promise the outcome will be worth it, please!" This won't be the first or last time both Denki and Mina beg for your help. You look around at what must be their subconscious pairings. Jiro calls Denki over as the first car pulls up, Kirishima seems to wait patiently, his eyes lingering on bubble gum pink skin, while Sero is already guiding cars with Uraraka in tow. 

That leaves you and Bakugou who has his arms crossed, sneering at the customers. 

Your hope dwindles that today would be a good day.

Sero points to a blue car indicating that this was going to be yours to share with the hot head. Sighing you waltz over in your black wedge heels and begin your work. Bakugou looms over the wet car, sponge in hand. The two of you work in silence until the third car, a red coupe with a couple inside about to receive the show of their bi lives. 

They comment on the tension they feel between the two of you right away, they notice the glares and lack of communication. Even making small jokes about how funny it would be to see one of those cliche water fights between the two of you. 

"Icebrat, you're doing it fuckin wrong." Bakuogu barks, you ignore him, continuing to wash the car. Anger burns in his chest, never understanding why you acted so high and mighty. 

"Gonna give me the cold shoulder are ya?" He growls, eyeing the dirty water before a thought crosses his mind, "Love to see you ignore this."

His voice is sadistic before he throws the dirty water across the car onto your frame, suds and water cling to your white t, showcasing the black bikini top underneath. Your temper spikes enough that your shirt collects frost at the seams before you slowly remove it. Glaring at the hot head when you're done.  

"Fuck." The couple say aloud grabbing onto each other as they watch the scene unfold. Your powerful frame guiding you with a deadly clack of your heels. Your hands find the bucket of water Mina and Kirishima were using, your fingers tap the bucket and the water forms a film of ice at the top. Meanwhile Bakugou goes to "correct" whatever mistake you were making. The couple's eyes watch the unsuspecting Bakugou reach up their hood to clean a particular spot before water is dumped over his spiky blonde hair. 

You tap the back of his shirt making it stiff with frost, when he moves to face you it shatters away from his body. Revealing the sculpted plans of his abs and the scars of untold stories. 

If it weren't for all of that ice water Bakugou would have blown you sky high, he comes close to you. Huffing as his eyes become wild and wide. All you offer him is a deadly polite smile as you stare him in the face, unbothered and unphased by his towering presence. 

"What? I was only getting the spot you missed." When he says nothing you allow yourself to relish the silence, placing your hand on his shoulder capping it in obvious ice. 

"Are you giving me the cold shoulder now?" The question is nonchalant before you signal to Sero for another car as you walk to get more supplies. Sero whistles at a bristling Bakugou before leaning into the driver's side window to give directions. Before he can ask for a tip the driver is offering a twenty dollar bill while his eyes are flickering between yourself and Bakugou. 

"Mark us down as a regular." He sighs as his girlfriend does too.  Sero happily tucks the money into the fanny pack.

"Will do." 

Somehow the two of you manage quips and water pranks back and forth without killing each other. Making it through the long day but earning a high amount of tips. Mina clings to you as you count cash, sweat on her brow as the sun settles into an unbearable afternoon heat. 

"Uuugghhh how much longer mom?" She asks, sighing at your icy touch. You roll your eyes as you count the last stack. 

"Not too much hush." You place the money into the lock box, wondering how the hell the eight of you made so much money in just seven hours. 

"But I'm starving! Plus we still have to pick our rooms!" 

"You're that excited to move all of our items into what was a male dominated space?" You ask coolly as Jiro and Uraraka lean against the collapsible table. 

"I'm stoked." Jiro comments, her earjacks twirling themself as her eyes wander.

"It will be nice to be settled before the fall term." Uraraka sighs looking down at her phone, idly scrolling through her socials. The two women nod as the guys approach. You purposely ignore the hot head and allow your eyes to meet Denki's, although it takes him a few long seconds to meet your gaze. He was a little preoccupied with a black and white checkered bikini with matching Van's. 

"Earth to space cadet." Sero nudges his ribs subtly pointing to you as you gaze at him as a teacher would a student caught daydreaming. He clears his throat. 

"Well it seems your theory has paid off. We've made quite a bit of cash today." You lock the box before standing, reluctantly adding, "The pairing of female and male will be standard from here on out. Although we should only need a few more fundraising events depending on what the house needs. Which I trust won't be too much."

Three of the four boys shared a concerned look while the fourth knows how bitter your words were going to taste.

"We'll meet you at the house." 

❄💥❄💥❄💥❄💥❄💥❄💥❄💥❄💥

The four of you cannot deny the excitement you feel as yall walk up to the historical home. The upper balcony seems to wrap around the back but only partially in the front while the porch below stretches across the front of the home. The siding had been repainted and the banisters above and below are wrapped in what will be sparkling lights at night. A stately set of double doors catch your eye before they yawn open by the hands of Denki Kaminari who is trying not to visibly sweat. 

"Home sweet home!" Denki steps aside to let the four of you in with your belongings. Your eyes dissect the place as you press your tongue into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep your cool. This place needed a lot of what you deemed necessities. You notice the familiar dining room table as the foldable card table they had at the carwash surrounded by the cheap camping chairs you thought you had replaced. 

The only decent looking room was the living room and even then it was only thanks to you. The leather arm chairs were placed haphazardly around the new sectional you had delivered as it circled around the TV you demanded from the dean.

Denki watches your manicured nails rap against your skin as you think.  

"The window installation and insulation went smoothly?" 

"Yes." Sero answers as your eyes wander around the room landing on your mattress and platform bed frame resting against the wall in the nook by the study turned bedroom. 

"We didn't know where to put it since the bedrooms aren't sorted out for you lovely ladies just yet." Kirishima smiles but your mind isn't on why it is there. No, your mind is wondering why there is only one.

"Was I the only one to order my mattress?" You look towards your sorority who holds a guilty look before you glance at the three men who mirror the women. 

"Well I guess that is for the better. We can spend extra on them now anyway." 

"Are you sure? I thought the budget was tight." Denki asks, earning a rare boasting smile from you. You make your way into the kitchen and six ducklings follow. Your nail taps the stainless steel of a high end commercial fridge. 

"It was tight before but not after I got this." Smile remaining on your lips as you speak, "It was 3,000 off due to some cosmetic dents but I got it as a donation. An alumni donation." 

"Wow for free?!" Denki and Sero ask in unison, amazed by your skill. 

"For free boys." 

"Wow, Bakugou might love that fridge even more now. Every time he cooks he mentions how great it is." Kirishama laughs but a certain name causes you to freeze to the tiled floor. 

"Bakugou…" You turn to Mina with a deadly glare as ice crystals form in your hair, "As in Bakugou lives here?!" 

The silence echoes throughout the kitchen and all that can be heard is the hum of the fancy fridge. Just as you're about to snap, Denki intervenes. 

"Uh. Did you want to talk bedrooms?" 

"YES!" The girls yell pulling the boys back into the safety of the living room as you collect yourself for a moment. 

God you hated the effect his name had on you but even more so how stupid you felt. As if this was some half baked plan to leave out the important detail that the man you loathed most would be under the same roof. Finally after a few deep breaths the ice in your hair melts and you step into the living room with a level head. Reminding yourself that this house was going to be rent free. You would have a full sized kitchen and your own bedroom, this was a much better option than the dorms even if it meant Bakugou came with it. 

"There is one bedroom upstairs not claimed, the rest of us guys are up there too. Then that door next to the nook is the study, it's not huge but it has a lot of shelves and big enough to fit a queen. Um there are two bedrooms in the basement but it's not totally dark down there. Plus the second living room with the pong table is down there. What else?" Denki taps his finger to his lips, "Oh half bath is here. Full bathroom is upstairs and there is technically another full bath in the basement, it's just more 'open concept'." 

"Open concept?" Jiro asks, earjacks perking with curiosity. 

"He means no walls. Just a toilet and a shower head chilling next to the laundry sink and washer, dryer." Sero explains, again you tongue the inside of your bottom lip. 

"Girl huddle!" Mina shouts, pulling the three of you into a small circle, "I personally really would like one of the bedrooms in the basement. I'm loud and I wouldn't mind the late hours that come with the pong table. I am the QUEEN after all." 

"I want a bedroom in the basement too. You know my music gets super loud!" Jiro pipes in. Uraraka wants to say something but politely waits for you, instead you gesture for her to speak first. 

"I...I would be much more comfortable in the study. I don't mind it being small." Her brown eyes bore holes into the floorboards as you read between the lines. 

"I would be much more comfortable on a different level than all four men." Is what she means, you sigh internally, swearing this will be the last compromise you make for these women. 

"Then I'll take the room upstairs." You state before telling the boys the arrangements. You look at your watch to check the time. 

"If we leave now in the college van and trailer I borrowed we could get everyone else's mattresses tonight." You look around the room before asking, "So where is Bakugou anyway?" 

The three boys glance at one another, Kirishima speaks up. 

"He had a….previous obligation." He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. You narrow your eyes. 

"Let me call him. This is more important than whatever he is doing. It clearly isn't school related." You hold out your hand for the red head's phone, he pulls it from his pocket reluctantly. 

It rings before going to voicemail but that's never stopped you before. You call until he picks up screaming into the receiver. 

"WHAT THE FUCK I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING CALL SHITTY HAIR!!!" 

"Enough with the dramatics, what could be more important than your other roommates deciding bedrooms in the house?" 

"Is that?!" A female voice screeches your name once she figured out who you are, "Listen here slut, I'm in the middle of getting my back broken and…" 

"Bakugou we are leaving in fifteen minutes. I advise that you get here on time. Otherwise we will leave without you." You interrupt the angry booty call. 

"And if I fucking don't, Icebrat?" You roll your eyes at the nickname as you sigh. 

"Then I'll spend your portion of the allowance on something else. Fifteen minutes." 

"OI!" Bakugou shouts before a woman's voice comes across the speaker.

"Stop ignoring me bitch and stop talking to my man!"

"Oh sweetheart your 'man' is only going to your place cause he sleeps on a crusty ass futon not because he actually likes you." Your voice is honeyed in venom before dipping low, "Bakugou be home or you forfeit the fucking funding for your bed."  

With that you hang up, passing Kirishima's phone back to him. Everyone shares a glance as they remember just how icy you can be, there was no threat in your voice. Only a promise to Bakugou. 

"Sero be a dear and help me take my mattress up." You ask lifting the box with the unbuilt frame with ease. Suddenly skittish Sero takes a moment to grab your mattress as Denki helps him bring it up the stairs but abandons Sero by the bathroom at the top of the stairs, forcing the tape hero to face this challenge alone. Sero only hopes the room neighboring yours is shut and he sighs with relief when it is. 

He helps you set the items into your room that is located in the front of the house.  You take in the view of the perfectly sized yet small bedroom. Two large sets of sliding doors that meet in the corner force you to place your bed against what you assume is the shared wall of one of your roommates. Sero swallows thickly as he realizes just why Denki abandoned him. He can see it in your eyes, the curiosity sparkling as you turn to face him, you're going to inquire about the room next door. 

Please Gods do not ask him. 

Don't fucking asking him please. 

"Who do I owe the pleasure?" You smile sweetly, praying it is Kirishima or Sero at the very least. Hell you'd even take Denki who sings loudly off key, as long as it wasn't Bakugou. You watch the raven hair man's face fall, his dark eyes avoiding yours as he answers and yet somehow you already knew. 

"Ba-Bakugou's" The room drops twenty degrees as the floor freezes beneath your feet, snow floating gently to the floor as Sero's breath puffs in the new found tundra. 

"SERO I NEED YOUR HELP MAN! JIRO'S DRUM SET AND AMPS ARE HEAVY!" Denki calls from downstairs, saving Sero's hide. The man rushes and catches himself from slipping before he practically jumps down the entire set of stairs. 

"How did she take it?" Mina whispers before following Sero's eyes to where your bedroom should be. Urakaka comes from the study with snowflakes dusting her hair and a shiver. 

"Well at least I'll never be hot in the summer." 

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

@nickkie1129

[gothamsglam]

Can I have Your Name? (a SamBucky ficlet)

for @samshield hope you enjoy 😘

(also on ao3 under @/the_fifth_marauder101)

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“Thanks, can I have your name?” asked Bucky with a charming smile on his face, pulling out a sharpie. However, instead of writing on an empty class as the poor customer thought, he scribbled down “Tony” on one of those ‘Hello, my name is…’ stickers.

“That’s a wonderful name by the way,” Bucky compliments, because fck you Steve, he can be polite. 

He fcking told Steve going into customer service was a great idea. Idiot wanted to continue doing door to door shit, or, even worse, mope around forests for wandering travelers. He told him it wasn’t the 1400s anymore, and to grow up. Damn the supernatural council and their ‘hunt in pairs’ rule, he will go rouge and leave Stevie, he will do it. 

“I’m this close,” Bucky had hissed, holding his fingers in the air so Stevie could see, 

“Your fingers are touching,” Steve deadpanned. 

“Exactly.”

The man doesn’t look up from his flurry of typing, “Thank you, it’s a family name.”

“Sure,” Bucky replies quietly “Alright, your order will be right out,” Bucky grinned, replacing his name tag with the new one without looking away from the brown-haired customer. The second the tag sticks to his shirt, he feels a refreshing rush of energy. Kind of like what he imagines those ‘caffeine/sugar rush’ those damn teens keep harping about. 

“Thank y—” The customer—Tony—looks up from his phone to flash him a grin, only to have it fall from his face when he sees the name tag. 

This was the fun part. Bucky didn’t break eye contact, maintaining it with the same smile, only now he could tell it felt eerie to the human. Like something wasn’t right. 

The man’s brown eyes flitted up and down between Bucky’s face and the name tag, before he surged forward, “What di—”

“Have a good day,” Bucky bit out, still keeping the smile and cheery customer service tone. His eyes were blank, he made sure of it. Honestly, this whole song and dance was unnecessary. Stevie usually just wrote the name tags, and then stuck them on as he was making the drinks. Their shop was typically slow enough that there wouldn’t be people behind to question why the tender had a new name. But Bucky loved to fck with humans. What the hell else was he supposed to do? He’s been alive for 70 generations, let him have his fun. 

However, today was a bit different. Another two walked into the shop, Bucky didn’t see it as much as he felt it. Bucky kept his back turned, hollering “Welcome to Stars and Stripes, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” over his shoulder as he made the three drinks. What asshole ordered three drinks?

Bucky’s question was answered when he saw the two men walk over to Tony’s table. One of them kissed Tony on the cheek and the other just faux-gagged before giving Tony a hug as well. Bucky called out the order, eyes tracking the way Tony mumbled something to the two men and both reacted oddly, as they probably should. Bucky would expect no less. 

Apparently, he jinxed himself, because the man who hugged Tony came to pick up the drinks. 

“Nice name,” said the man.

“Thanks,” Bucky flashed his uncanny valley smile and offered nothing else. The man winked and then walked back to the table. 

Bucky did not look at his ass, he didn’t. 

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The next day, the man comes in. Not Tony, but other guy. The cute one. 

“Hi my name’s Jacob, how may I help you today?” Bucky asks politely. 

The man, to his credit, didn’t bat an eyelash, “Hi I’ll have three—” And he rattled off the same order that Tony had. Bucky resisted the urge to frown, maybe it was just a two-time thing? This group has only come into their shop once before, what are the odds of it happening again, for a third time?

“Perfect,” Bucky slid the receipt across the counter, “Can I have your name?” Bucky asked, as he reached for a pen. 

“Nope,” the man replied. 

Bucky froze in his moments, “What?”

The man shrugged, face showing nothing but politeness, “I’m the only person in this store, you’ll be able to find me.”

Bucky was stunned as he watched him walk back to the spot the trio was in the other day. As he sat down, the man gave a nod of acknowledgment to Bucky, who was still staring. 

His brown—almost hazelnut with the light of the sun—eyes stared into Bucky’s own, and in them all he saw was mischief. 

Fck.

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For the next two days, Bucky kept a—subtle, he wasn’t obsessed or anything—watch out for Tony or The Man. And for those two days, he didn’t see hide or hair of them. Bucky figured they must have been college students from nearby campuses, wandering in when Starbucks was too full, which happens often enough. Then on the third day, he returned. 

“Hey, Jacob” greeted The Man, his smile so bright—so bright that Nat would have burned like she does under the sun and threaten to bite the man in the jugular. Bucky, who was too gobsmacked to even deliver his customer service opening, stared at him. 

“Not Jacob,” Bucky said, his voice strangled. 

The Man chuckled, his eyes sparkling with the same look from the first day he ordered, “Ok ‘Not Jacob’, may I have—” And repeated the same order from the last two times. 

“Um, right, uh” Bucky stammered, face growing hot as The Man raised an eyebrow at him smugly, “Can I have your name?”

“Put Redwing,” The Man said, shrugging. The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a happy smirk—how can a person have a fcking happy smirk?—, not that Bucky was only looking at his lips or anything. 

“Redwing?” Bucky asked, stupidly. Because why ask, idiot, why ask for clarification? He read somewhere that the psyche is powerful enough to make the body do things, like fake pregnancies. Whether that’s something only reserved to humans is up for debate, but maybe, if Bucky doesn’t ask and lives in blissful ignorance, he can feed off of a fake name. But no, because he’s a bloody fool, he asked. 

“It’s my pet’s name,” The Man answered, then looked tilted his head, giving a sheepish smile, “Or at least, that’s what I want to name a pet, I don’t have one.”

“Right,” Said Bucky, suddenly feeling empty in ways that have nothing to do with hunger, “Your order will be right out.”

Their conversation was longer than normal, so when the man went to sit down, the couple came in moments afterward. All three sat in the same place as before. 

‘Oh no,’ Bucky thought in dawning horror, ‘Regulars.’ 

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“Falcon,” grins The Man, now foregoing any attempts to be subtle and simply being a little shit.

Bucky looked at him, face void of any amusement. At this point, he’s shucked the polite customer service voice and snarked back and forth with the regular like there’s no tomorrow—only in this situation, there is a tomorrow, there always is tomorrow.

Their staring contest probably goes on for a bit too long, judging by the way Tony and his boyfriend—Bucky can feel comfortable calling the two a couple, based on how disgustingly affectionate the two get in the cafe—walk in. 

The Man flashed a smile and turned away to greet the couple. An audible ‘Rhodey!’ reached Bucky’s ears. Now, finally, he has a name for one of the dark-skinned men, the one who kissed Tony’s cheek and was currently walking in with said Tony, arm around his shoulders. Only Bucky doesn’t feel that familiar warmth pool in his gut, refreshing his energy levels. 

‘Oh,’ Bucky thinks, and watches as the man—his regular—laughs with his friends but also how his eyes flit back to peek at Bucky as names are spoken. ‘oh, loopholes.’

Bucky is so screwed. 

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The names his regular gives become increasingly goofy, and Steve teases him about how flirty they get—Bucky absolutely didn’t have a favorite, and it absolutely wasn’t Angel. But Bucky only believed Stevie when he got a number instead of a random moniker. 

“What?” Bucky short-circuited. 

The man just sighed, “Come on, I gave you my number, work with me here.”

“You finally did it, huh, Sam?” Tony called out from where he was typing away on his computer, which rested on Rhodey’s legs. Rhodey, who was sprawled out in one of their chairs, nudged Tony with his foot, “Shush, let them have this.”

‘Sam,’ Bucky thinks,  and all he can come up with in his blue screened mind is, ‘Perfect’.

In his phone, the name Sam’s contact is under is ‘Angel’.

Steve heckles. 

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“How did you know, Angel?”

Sam looks at Bucky, and Bucky’s struck into silence, The whole world falls around them in muted sounds and lights fade into balls of blurry color, because as they lock gazes all Bucky can notice is Sam’s eyes. Sam’s eyes—his wonderful, soul-deep eyes that shine with mischief and laughter, that glow so bright and rival the heavens when the sunlight reflects off it just so—are sad. 

“My friend,” Sam says quietly, “Riley. He was one of yours.”

Bucky nods, and reaches out with his metal hand—an injury from decades ago and a gift from a shapeshifter who hissed that his debt was repaired before slithering off into the night—pulling Sam closer to him. They watch the sun go down from the top of the roof, the stars revealed one by one, twinkling against the darkness of the dusk. 

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(One day, Bucky will ask for Sam’s name again, specifically his last name. Only then, will Sam reply honestly.)

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AN: This is a more bastardized version of faeries/fae, I just made up my own creature for what Bucky and Steve are. Simply because I just wanted to write a little ficlet about SamBucky and didn’t do much research. Don’t think too hard about it :)

(and the link to the Tik Tok I saw on tumblr that inspired this is also linked on my ao3 fic)

Hope you enjoyed! 

-vix

[allegra-writes]

"Fine line" part I

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader x Harry Osborn

Teen and Up

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Part of the "Fine Line" series. Welcome to the endgame.

SERIES MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

He had never seen you fight before. It was stupid of him, and potentially dangerous, to stop and think about something like that in the middle of a freaking battle, but he just couldn't help it. You were graceful, deadly. You and Kate Bishop moving together like a well oiled machine. Strike team Delta, Fury's pride. A blur of perfectly shot arrows and high kicks. 

But not even you were enough to stop the giant monstrosity in its path of destruction, not even him was. And it had hostages now. 

"Six!"

"I know K, I'm seeing it!"

"I'm on it guys!" Peter called back as he swung by you like a red and blue meteor, following the greenish abomination currently climbing up the side of a skyscraper, carrying a sports car on his free hand as effortlessly as if it was a toy. 

"One little question though" He switched to coms, "What the hell is that thing??"

"That thing" You explained, "is Norman Osborn…"

Peter's hand slipped, sending him flying face first into the building wall,

"Say what?!" 

"We'll fill you up later, Spidey" Kate quipped, "For now, would you mind giving us a hand before King-kong over there kills anyone? I don't trust his butter fingers not to drop that Audi"

"Yes, ma'am" You could hear Peter's smile in his voice, "S.H.I.E.L.D girls are so bossy"

"Well, we are your superiors..." You noted, finally arriving at the entrance of the building when he was already halfway to the top. 

"Ugh, I hate it when you pull rank on me" He groaned, swerving to dodge the shards of broken glass raining upon him.

You snorted, 

"No you don't"

"No, I don't" He admitted, "Kinda turns me on"

"Ew! Guys, I can hear you" Kate catched up to you, shooting an arrow hooked to a line around her belt. Peter wasn't surprised to see it hit its mark flawlessly on a ledge above his head, "Hi, hot stuff, need a ride?" 

You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around her shoulders nonetheless, holding on tight. 

"Hey!" Peter protested, mid swing, "No flirting with my girl!"

"I saw her first!" Kate released the latch, and soon you both were ascending at breakneck speed, easily surpassing Peter, "Race you to the top, Spidey!" 

His laughter resonated through the coms, as he sped up to follow you, guns blazing into the battle.

…

There was no laughter anymore. The friendly banter and quick comebacks had died long ago, the second you had realized it was a trap. The goblin creature was far more intelligent than you were led to believe, having set the ploy from the very beginning, his seemingly driftless rampage through the city, not so random after all. 

And far more psychotic, as you had learnt when he tore open the car in his hands to reveal the terrified blond man inside. 

"HARRY!"

Peter's horrified scream matched your own.

"Well well well, it seems you awake quite the loyalty" a massive hand closed around Harry's torso, his indigo orbs finding yours across the rooftop "for such a pathetic little worm"

"Let him go, Goblin" Kate's tone was placating, almost gentle, "you don't know what you're doing…"

The creature laughed,

"That's what you think? What your imbecilic little investigation concluded?" Kate and you exchanged a look. Of course. Your investigation about the Green Goblin and other Oscorp shady experiments relied heavily on Norman Osborn personal files. The thought of the passionate scientist, who valued his work more than his own son, lying in his own research had never even crossed your minds. He had played you like a fiddle, misled you every step of the way, and you had bought right into it.

"I worked with S.H.I.E.L.D longer than you had been alive, and Fury thinks he can sic you after me? Two little girls playing spy and my own creation??" Harry looked about ready to pass out as the Goblin waved him around, gesticulating with his hands as he spoke.

Through the corner of his eye, Peter caught a glimpse of Kate inching closer to the beast, and was only half interested when he inquired,

"What do you mean your creation?"

"Everything special about you," The Goblin's deformed visage twisted in what Peter assumed was supposed to be a smirk, "came from one of my labs!"

"That might be true, you might have involuntarily given me my powers, but you didn't make me Spider-man" Peter countered, "Mister Stark gave me the suit, and showed me what it meant to be a hero, and I loved him and admire him more than you will ever be able to understand, but he didn't make me Spider-man either. 

I choose to be Spider-man, every day. I created myself, cause it isn't who we were made to be that makes us who we are. Our choices make us who we are! You might have the powers and appearance of a monster, but you don't have to be one!"

"If you really think that, you are even more stupid than I thought, Peter Parker"

"Pe-peter?" Harry gasped through the creatures crushing grasp around his torso. Peter hesitated for a second, before taking his mask off. 

"Yeah, it's me, buddy" He admitted, watching his friend's eyes go wide, "It's going to be ok, Haz. We'll get you out of this, I promise…"

Famous last words. Peter should have known better by then than to jinx things like that. Because not two minutes later, he was seeing Kate's little ambush fail, the creature's tail whipping around with enough force to send her flying against a wall and knock her out, Peter's own kick just a little too slow to stop the Goblin from grabbing you in his free hand.

"Wings? It has fucking wings??" Peter cursed under his breath, scrambling to follow the monster as he flapped his enormous, membranous wings, soaring across the city. But the creature had no intention of going too far.

"You say our choices make us who we are, very well" The Goblin challenged him, hovering above 700 feet of empty air, and Peter's heart stopped. "Let's see what yours are. What is it going to be, your friend… or your lover?" 

"Don't do it, Goblin!" He yelled, standing on a ledge, ready to pounce, when he saw it. Or rather, saw her, purple hair blowing in the wind, standing on the air, a little lower and further behind from the Goblin, one palm pointed down, creating some sort of sonic wave that kept her up. She signaled a series of orders with her free hand, and Peter nodded almost imperceptibly, but enough for you to realize something was happening. You twisted in the Goblins grip to see what was going on at your back. Oh, fuck.

"Make your choice, Peter. Now!" 

Norman Osborn let go of you and Harry at the same time, leaving you to watch your boyfriend dive for your ex. But you weren't falling, you were floating, cushioned by a column of vibrating air. 

"Don't worry, rookie," You heard an annoyingly familiar voice say, "big sis is here…"

Great. You were never going to live this down, now. 

Meanwhile, Peter had problems of his own, the momentum the Goblin had thrown his own son away making it difficult for him to catch Harry on time.

And even after he had the other man safe in his arms, he wouldn't stop squirming, fighting in his hold. 

"Noooo! Go after her! Save her!!"

Peter managed to land the both of them in a terrace, 

"She's ok! She's fine, see? She's got this! She's got this…" Peter finally released Harry, pointing up to the place where you still were hovering in the air with that other agent. 

"She… she's… flying?" 

"I think that is actually the other one's making…" Peter shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. Harry started pacing back and forth, obviously overwhelmed, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

"And you're Spider-man…" he turned to Peter, who nodded. "And that thing… what the fuck was that thing?" 

Peter hesitated,

"Apparently, a crazy scientist" he finally decided on a half truth.

"A crazy… Mate, what even is your life?"

"Honestly? I've been asking myself that same question for years…"

Harry barked out a watery, hysterical laugh. He wanted to punch the shorter guy, he wanted to throw himself at his feet and thank him for saving his life. To apologize for all the drunken midnight calls, and also stab him in his boyishly handsome face for being so fucking noble and heroic and brave and impossibly perfect and for stealing his girl. 

He clutched as his chest, the burn almost making him double over in pain, and he realized he was hyperventilating.

"Harry, Harry, look at me. Look at me! Do you feel my chest? Can you feel my chest under your hand?" 

Harry noticed then that Peter was pressing his open palm, splayed against the spider logo on his own chest. He nodded his affirmation.

"Good, feel how it moves? Breath with me" Peter ordered, "inhale…" 

Harry breathed in, in time with his friend's expanding chest.

"Now exhale" 

Harry let go of his breath.

"That's right, you're doing so great" Peter's praise warmed up something inside his gut. "Inhale…" and Harry did, catching a faint whiff of your perfume. Peter smelled like you, the realization making him notice just how close to each other they were, only inches apart. And he wondered idly if that was the view you were used to, the one you favored over everything else: warm brown eyes, staring into your soul, right before leaning in. He wondered if you appreciated those hard, muscular shoulders under your hands, before pulling him close. He wondered if Peter's lips still tasted like you.

And before he knew it, Peter found himself with Harry's mouth crashing on his.

He knew he should stop it, step away, but he was rooted to the spot, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught of sensations. It was different from kissing a girl. Hard planes where he was used to soft curves. The tickle of scruff, and slightly chapped lips where he was used to your strawberry sweet lipstick. But as Harry's tongue licked his bottom lip, begging for entrance, Peter couldn't help but open up to him, to surrender to him, as his tongue conquered every inch of Peter's mouth, a greddy, hungry victor. 

"I hate you so much" Harry breathed against Peter's mouth, even as his big hands came to frame the brunet's face, the metal of his finger rings cool against Peter's cheeks

"Doesn't feel like hate…" He quipped, before scraping his teeth against Harry's lips, tearing a moan out of him.

"No, it doesn't" the taller boy admitted, pushing one thigh between Peter's, gasping as he felt one of the hero's hands coming to rest against his lower back, pressing him closer. 

"You taste like cigarettes" Peter marveled, for some reason finding the bittersweet taste delicious. 

"And you taste like her" Harry replied, diving in again.

Peter froze. Her. You. His girlfriend. 

"Harry… Harry stop" Peter muttered, between nibbles "we need to stop. This is wrong"

"Feels right" The heir protested, teeth latching onto Peter's lower lip to stop him from pulling away. Peter groaned, but managed to break the kiss anyway. 

"It's not. We can't do this to her." 

Harry sighed, resting his forehead against Peter's, still reluctant to let go completely,

"I know…" he admitted. 

They stood like that for a few moments, willing breathings to calm, and hearts to slow down.

"You should go" Harry spoke finally, taking a step back, Peter immediately missing the warmth of his body in his arms. He wanted to say something, anything, to chase away the heartbreak, the loneliness in those pale blue eyes, but he couldn't. The knot in his own throat would not allow it. 

So he just stepped away, slipping his mask on, and jumped. He caught a glimpse of Harry's teary, red face, sticking out from the balcony to watch him go, before shooting off a web and swinging away, back to the skyscraper where Kate had fallen. Because if he knew you at all, that was exactly where you were going to be, taking care of your best friend.

…

"...I'm telling you, I had everything under control!"

"Is that why you were hanging 700 feet in the air?" The purple haired girl argued, crossing her arms over her chest, "Admit it, rookie, you're lucky I arrived just in time to save your ass. Again."

You were fuming, face flushed and eyes bright, and Peter found himself struck yet again by how gorgeous you were. A pang of guilt stabbed his stomach. 

"I didn't ask you too" You replied, petulantly, "and stop calling me 'rookie', I'm a level 9 agent."

"... I'm still higher than you"

"For one level!" You cried in frustration, "One single fucking level!"

"Would you two shut up?" Kate stumbled up, and Peter broke free from his haze to hurry and wrap a stabilizing arm around her shoulders, "You're giving me a headache"

"Yeah, that would be the concussion," purple quipped, "don't worry, Simmons should be here any minute to take a look at that"

"Yay, finally a sane person to talk to" Kate deadpanned. Purple ignored her.

"And you must be the boyfriend…" She singsonged, nudging you with her shoulder, "He's cute under the mask, how did you managed to get him to go out with you?" 

"Hey!" Peter and you exclaimed indignantly, in unison. 

"I'm kidding, jeez!" She raised her hands in surrender. "Come on, won't you introduce us?" 

You rolled your eyes, but complied anyway,

"Daisy, this is Peter Parker. Peter, this is Daisy Johnson, weirdo fancies herself my sister"

"Ooh, 'fancies'! You've spent way too much time with that brit boy, didn't you?"

"Daisy, I swear to god I will-"

"You need to tell her" Kate whispered, taking advantage of your distraction.

"Wh-what?"

She scoffed, Kate had never had much patience for anyone's bullshit.

"About what just happened with Harry. She will understand, Peter, I promise. But only if she hears it from you"

"H-how do you know?"

"I see better from afar" The archer smirked, before returning her attention to you and, apparently, your sister.

"Are they always like that?" Peter whispered, a little alarmed. Kate snorted,

"Just wait till you meet the rest of her old team…"  

"Yeah, what do you say, boyfriend?" Daisy smirked, mischievous glimmer in her eyes so much like yours, "Ready to meet the family?" 

Peter gulped, he really wasn't. 

To be continued...

[transfrogrified-in-the-void]

stay for the night (i’ll sell you a dream): ch 4

The Pursuit of Dreams

AO3

Viktor sits with his good leg over his bad in a semi-comfortable chair in a mostly empty sitting room. There’s another student from the Academy across the room. He’s well built, and definitely taller than Viktor by a few inches. He doesn’t notice Viktor analyzing him as he picks at his fairly nice uniform and shifts around in his chair every few moments.

His eyes flick up to see Viktor, then flick back down. He’s handsome, Viktor can say that much. His hand moves to a leather bracelet with a blue stone and starts to twist it, back and forth, back and forth.

Viktor sighs loud enough to catch his attention. “Even those in Zaun would get us sooner.” Viktor complains, and it’s true, he knows. Their speed is why he’s here in the first place. But that’s not why he said it.

“I . . . didn’t know that.” The man says. “Is there any reason why?”

Viktor hums. “Paranoia and anxiety is rampant down there. To keep any breakdowns from happening, they get everything done as fast as they can.”

Viktor uncrosses his legs and leans forwards before the man can answer. “Why are you here, anyways?”

The man starts to shift his bracelet again. “Uh, there was an accident with a project.”

Viktor can’t help the little laugh that comes out of him. If Jinx went here, no doubt she’d be in the same place. He sees the man start to look more nervous and anxious. “Sorry, you just reminded me of my little sister. Although, she’d be much more loud about it. She’s always had a love for failed projects.”

The man seems to calm down. Viktor should learn his name. He’ll do it later.

“Why are you here?” The man asks, and Viktor feels a grim smile come onto his face.

“I had a surgery done in Zaun, and my brace was made by my little sister. They don’t like that.” He says, and leans back over the chair. “They’re going to ask if it was necessary or simply cosmetic, and I’m going to tell them the truth.”

“What is the truth?”

Viktor looks at the man, who looks genuinely curious. “I would rather die than not have the surgery.”

The door opens and Professor Heimerdinger walks out. Viktor stands up and nods towards the man, and walks inside. When he walks back out, feeling victorious, the man is gone.

-

When Heimerdinger called Viktor to his office, he couldn’t help the fear settling within him. Heimerdinger is a very powerful person, one that Viktor has made sure to stay on the good side of.

The fear dissipates a little once Viktor gets to the office and sees Heimerdinger sitting at a very large desk with a strange looking dog next to him. Not all the way, but he’s so small and the desk is so large, it’s hard not to want to laugh.

“Viktor, glad you could make it.” The Professor smiles (Viktor thinks, he’s not too sure). “Please, take a seat.”

Viktor does, he doesn’t want to be on his leg more than necessary. “Why did you call for me, Professor?”

“I’ve noticed you aren’t getting any patron offers.” Heimerdinger says, and while Viktor is a little bitter for him not using his influence to help the many problems of Zaun, he can appreciate how he gets to the point. 

“They don’t want to look like they support the criminal activities of Zaun.” Viktor tells Heimerdinger. Better for him to know now than find out later.

Heimerdinger hums. “Well, they aren’t looking at the wonders you’ve been able to seek and create during your time here, so I’m giving you an option.”

Viktor snaps his full attention towards Heimerdinger. “What option?”

“I would like for you to be my assistant.” Viktor feels like he’s falling down and flying at the same time. “You are a capable young man, I wouldn’t want your skills and brilliance to waste away because nobody would see them.”

Viktor blinks, and he can see the Professor’s shoulders shaking a little. “You are . . . you’re serious?”

“Of course I am!” Heimerdinger exclaims. “Why else would I be telling you?”

Viktor runs a hand through his messy hair.

“So, what’s your answer? If you need to sleep on it, that’s-”

“I’ll take it, Professor.” Viktor interrupts, his eyes flaring with determination. “I won’t let you down.”

-

Viktor stares at The Last Drop with nostalgia. He hasn’t been able to make the trip down here in over a year due to the amount of coursework during his last year, and his preparations for being assistant to Heimerdinger. He’s lucky that Heimerdinger understands how important his family is.

“Watch out!”

Viktor arches back on his good leg until his hands hit the stone road, making sure that the one in the brace doesn’t bend too much. Something flies over him and into the wall next to the door. Viktor gets up, dusting off his hands, and sees Claggor in a heap.

“Woohoo, that was awesome!”

Viktor turns around to see Ekko running up, cheering, but he stops once he notices Viktor staring.

“Uh. . .”

Claggor gets up, shaking his head, and looks at Viktor. “Wait, is it. . .”

Viktor turns away from Ekko and gives Claggor a wry grin. “Hello, I see you’ve upgraded from falling off roofs to running into buildings.”

Claggor gasps, and gives Viktor a running hug. “Holy shit it is you! You’ve been gone for so long, we didn’t know if you forgot about us!”

Viktor laughs and ruffles Claggor’s hair. “Why would I do that? Your humor is much better than any Piltie’s.”

Claggor huffs, grabbing Viktor’s wrist in a strong grip and dragging him to The Last Drop. “Yeah, yeah, you need to get in here.”

“I’m getting there.” Viktor yanks his hand free and swats the back of Claggor’s head. “Give me a minute.” He turns around to Ekko, who’s standing there, looking very confused. “Hi, I’m this idiot’s brother.”

Ekko tilts his head. “I thought Mylo was his brother.”

“Hmm, good point. I’m the older brother of Claggor and Mylo, both of whom are idiots for different reasons.”

There’s a yell of protest from Claggor. “Hey, you were the one who thought that you could make a jump of 40 feet, not me.”

Ekko laughs at that. “You’re right, he did.”

VIktor hums, looking back at Claggor with a smile. “Yeah, but I love him all the same.” He does a little stretch. “All right, time to say hi to everyone. Take care Ekko!” He calls behind his shoulder, and walks into The Last Drop.

The doors swing closed behind him and Claggor, and he looks at Vander stares at him like he’s a ghost. He hasn’t been gone so long, has he?

Vander steps out from behind the counter as Viktor starts to walk towards him, and steps towards Viktor with determination. He pulls Viktor up into his arms and hugs him close. Viktor squeaks in surprise, but doesn’t attempt to leave. Vander always gave the best hugs. 

“Don’t expect this to be the last one, kiddo.” Vander says, his words rumbling deep in his chest. “Everyone missed you.”

“I didn’t expect to be gone for so long.”

“No one ever does.”

Vander puts Viktor down gently and ruffles his hair. “I’d say you need a haircut, but this is a good look on you.”

Viktor pulls on his hair, which is slightly longer than it had been before he met Silco. “Ah, I didn’t realize it's grown.”

Vander laughs. “Of course you didn’t. Claggor, stop running the boards into the walls. I’d like to keep them, thanks.”

Claggor groans lightheartedly, but nods and walks back outside.

“Those boards, is that what he almost hit me with?” Viktor asks as he and Vander walk back to the bar. 

Vander hums. “He and Ekko have been working together to make hoverboards. They’ve come a long way from where they started, but they still have a ways to go.”

The gears in Viktor's mind start to move. “I’ll have to ask.”

“Maybe, but only after you say hi to the rest of the family.”

Viktor nods as Vander gets back behind the counter. “I will.” 

He walks to the door that leads downstairs, and opens it to be met with Jinx standing in front of him. She looks at him with her wide pink eyes, and Viktor takes no time to pull her into a hug.

“Hey there, Jinx.” He whispers into her hair.

Jinx wraps her arms around him and holds him closer. “I thought you left for good.”

“Now why would I do that?” Viktor asks her. “You know that I much prefer being down here than up there.”

“Then why did you go?”

Viktor takes a step back and looks at Jinx. “Because the best way to make change is to get inside the machine and work on it from there.” He brushes some hair away from her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t come down as often as I should have.”

“Indeed you should be.” Silco’s voice comes from behind Viktor. “Vi does well keeping everyone under control when me and Vander aren’t around, but there’s no one to keep her under control.”

Viktor doesn’t move away from Jinx, instead just turning his head to look at Silco. “Why can’t you do it?”

“Because she only listens to you and Vander.”

“Oh right.”

Jinx giggles, steps out of the hug, and skips around Viktor. “I think Vi and Mylo are at the arcade.” She smiles. “I’m off to get more stuff! Viktor, you’re gonna help me later.” With that, she’s off to the streets. 

Viktor watches her leave with a smile. “She’s grown a lot.”

“Indeed she has.” Silco agrees. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

-

Viktor never went to the arcade much after Mylo and Claggor joined the family. At that point, he was accurate enough with throwing knives to go once or twice a year to make sure he kept it up. Once he was accepted into the Academy, he stopped going all together

He’s not surprised to see that it’s been revamped since he last entered. There’s a new shooting area, and the punching bag now has Mylo’s face on it in neon colored paint. 

Vi is currently beating on the punching bag while Mylo tries to shoot the targets with little success. 

“You should have Jinx teach you how to be a better shot.” Viktor says, startling both of them. “Have you been working on your lockpicking?”

Mylo puts down the practice gun and saunters towards him and Silco. “Of course I have.”

Viktor hums and turns to Vi. He gives her a look, and she looks at Mylo. 

“Not really.”

Viktor laughs as Mylo splutters something about betrayal. “Get over here you two. I have a week here before I need to leave.”

-

“Why didn’t you come once the year finished?” Silco asks as Viktor looks over the mechanics they recently drafted. 

“I’m Heimerdinger’s assistant now, I was preparing a variety of things for him.” Viktor says absentmindedly, flipping through the notes. “This is Singed’s handwriting.”

“He’s the only one capable enough to make it.”

“Hmm.” Viktor sighs, and puts the papers down. “As long as I don’t have to talk to him.”

“You won’t if I can help it.” Silco puts a hand on Viktor’s head and gently ruffles his hair.

Viktor lets out a slow breath and relaxes into the chair. “Thank you.”

“Of course, beloved.” Silco pulls back his hand. “It’s late. Finish up what you’re doing and get to bed.”

“If you say so.” Viktor rubs his temples, and Silco leaves the office. Viktor picks up one of the pages, takes a pen, and gets to writing. 

-

“What happened during the meeting, Professor?” Viktor inquired as Heimerdinger leaves the Council room. 

“You do know you’re allowed in during meetings, Viktor.” Heimerdinger quips as he unlocks his room. 

“I don’t care much for boring discussions of the same problems that were brought up the week before.”

Heimerdinger chuckles lightly and pushes open the door. “Fair enough. Not much happened, actually. A few trials here and there, complaints raised by some Houses. You can read all about it when the transcripts come out tomorrow. The only thing that would interest you is our discussion of the Undercity.”

Viktor pauses in the doorway. “What about the Undercity?”

“Some of the Councilors want to put more enforcers there to help curb any criminal activities.” Heimerdinger scoffs. “I got it put off until next week.”

“Is there any particular reason why?”

“I’m giving you a week off of your assistant duties to put together an argument not to, or find someone who will.” Heimerdinger takes a book off of a shelf. “Not many Councilors know someone from the Undercity, and if they do it’s not the way that I know you. I know how much it means to you, Viktor. I want you to have the voice to protect it.”

Viktor walks into Heimerdinger’s room, if only so that he can sit in a chair without falling over. “Professor, this is . . .” He trails off, not knowing how to respond.

“It’s nothing. You’re a wonderful assistant.” Heimerdinger waves him off. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to look into one of my student’s theories.”

Viktor laughs, letting the situation fall onto his shoulders. He knows exactly who to talk to.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Just i m a g i n e ; Nana and Gran Torino know the friends / almost boyfriends of Toshi and Torino was like; "go away of that blond idiot or I'm going to hit them without mercy" while Nana is; "Sora, let them, are childrens. But if they hurt m’lil Toshi, I'll also hit them without mercy :) ". The boys, (Dave, Sir, Tsukauchi and Aizawa), are scared of the threats of Toshi's parents and he does not realize that his parents have threatened his almost boyfriends. I think that would happen 👀.

Oh, I like where your head’s at. This is technically the beginning of either a recurring arc/a long one-shot in the NanaLives!AU that’s been building as tumblr snippets.

*Note: Sorahiko did not join Nana and Toshinori in the States for several months. He was cleaning up their tracks/records. On a last-second impulse, he asks the Commission to retrieve Kotarou. Kotarou’s reunion is a whole drama of its own, but the end-result is that Kotarou (1) gets therapy (2) gets a whole year off school! (3) gets a whole family!!!

//

Neither Nana nor Sorahiko are blindsided by the first boy Toshinori brings home. They’re trying not to invalidate All Might’s work by playing chaperone, but they do pay attention to the news. And the news is captivated by the presence of an exceptionally handsome young foreigner popping up to take care of problems.

Problems like the explosion at the local college laboratory.

“Okaa-san,” says Kotarou, enraptured by disaster, “Toshi-nii’s shirt got burned off.”

“He doesn’t know he’s got a camera trained on him,” observes Nana.

“Figures,” Sorahiko says darkly. He’s sitting at the couch, financial paperwork spread out on the coffee table. Kotarou is cross-legged, ostensibly keeping Sorahiko company and doing his English handwriting exercises. Nana had been busy with laundry, but she poked her head in at the first excited cry. “All this work to stay under the radar, and the brat immediately gets trapped in the spotlight.”

“No one will recognize him.” Goodness knows Nana hadn’t, the first time Toshinori tapped into One for All and puffed up.

“Who’s he talking to?”

“He’s talking to somebody?” Sorahiko’s head snaps up at Kotarou’s innocent inquiry, and Nana doesn’t need to see his face to know that he’s studying the grainy screen, eyes narrowed in calculation.

“He looks nice,” she tries. The two boys on-screen are laughing together, bright-eyed and grinning. Toshinori’s new friend is totally staring at Toshinori’s chest.

“Looks like a sycophant,” he growls.

She rolls her eyes. “Toshinori just saved him from a burning building. Gratitude and admiration, along with some heart-eyes, aren’t out of the norm.”

“Hn.”

“What’s a sycophant,” Kotarou says, twisting around when the camera finally cuts away to a pair of commentators. He peers at Sorahiko’s papers like he can understand not only English, but also Sorahiko’s chicken-scratch handwriting.

Long-sufferingly, Sorahiko answers, “A sycophant is a person who always says yes to another person.”

“Oh.” Kotarou dwells on this. “Like you with okaa-san.”

There’s a beat of silence. The first giggle escapes Nana’s valiant grasp, and then she’s leaning on the wall, overtaken by them. Kotarou looks pleased; Sorahiko starts to sputter and defend himself.

Several hours later, Toshinori’s boisterous voice announces, “I’m home!”

“Welcome back,” Nana calls out from the kitchen. Over the course of a few months, her cooking repertoire has expanded to include boxed yellow curry. It bubbles ominously in the deep pan, set over a low heat. “Watch out in the living room, I think Sorahiko’s still napping with Kotarou.”

“Ah.” Nana hears a murmur. Then the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Involuntarily, she tenses and activates Float, her world narrowing down to the question: who is that. Her hands curl into fists, scarred and white-knuckled. She navigates the hallway to the front door and checks the mirror--oh.

Float deactivates. Nana briskly re-ties her hair, shakes out the adrenaline still thrumming in her hands, and steps out into the open with a smile.

“Who’s this?” she asks pleasantly.

Toshinori hasn’t stopped using One for All, but he’s picked up a white “I <3 LA” shirt. While he can stay puffed up for as long as he wants, there’s an unspoken rule to leave All Might in the streets. Thankfully, Nana thinks, Kotarou understands the secrecy regarding Toshinori’s Quirk.

The reason why Toshinori is still All Might finishes toeing off his sneakers. He’s tall, slender, and perceptibly nervous. When he executes a short bow, his shoulder-length hair moves with him.

“Hello,” Toshinori’s friend (boyfriend? Nana wonders, a little alarmed at the thought, because Toshinori can only have known him for four hours, max, and now Toshinori has brought him here, perhaps to meet the family) says in awkward Japanese. “I am David Shield. It is nice to meet you.”

“I understand English,” she says, not unkindly. “Your accent is very good, though.”

Shield exhales in relief. “I wanted to try,” he says, sheepish. “I’ve taken classes, but it’s just--difficult.”

“You need a willing language partner,” Nana agrees. “Call me Shimura-san, David. Are you here for dinner?”

“If it’s no problem.”

“Oshishou,” says Toshinori happily, “Dave’s offered to build me a sturdier suit! I thought the least we could do is dinner, right?”

Then, Kotarou comes barreling down the hallway, only to come to a reeling halt at the sight of someone new. He ducks back behind Nana’s legs, wary of strangers. She reaches back to ruffle his hair, and notes that David looks similarly taken aback.

Dave, however, is apparently going to tailor a new suit for Toshinori. Nana studies the young man and his fine-boned hands--an engineer? a researcher?--and decides that she needs Sorahiko to take a second look.

“This is Kotarou, my son.” Nana smiles reassuringly. “And of course. A friend of Toshinori’s is always welcome. Take your time, boys. It’s chicken curry tonight.”

She retreats back to the kitchen, Kotarou in tow.

“Are you fixing my cooking?” she gasps, catching Sorahiko in the midst of seasoning the pan’s contents. He doesn’t even flinch, and tosses in another pinch of black pepper.

“Little bland. Overall, tastes like the box promised. Good job on not burning it.”

Nana scowls. “This is because we teased him this afternoon,” she tells Kotarou, and Kotarou finally unclenches his fingers from her sweatpants and laughs. She bops his nose with her finger, and informs Sorahiko, “Remember the boy Toshinori saved? He’s here for dinner, and his name is David Shield.”

“What,” says Sorahiko.

“He’s, hmm, offered to make Toshinori a suit, and Toshinori thought he should pay the favor back with dinner.”

“I don’t understand English yet,” Kotarou complains.

“There’s that too,” she adds, but comforts Kotarou with, “I’m sure he’ll understand Japanese if you speak slowly, Kota.”

Footsteps on the staircase. They’re both heavy-footed, Nana distantly registers, and they’re headed for Toshinori’s bedroom. Which is normal for friends to do. Heck, she and Sorahiko used to have sleepovers together. This is fine.

Toshinori has known Dave for, at most, four hours.

Sorahiko sets the ladle to the side. He appears to be tracking a similar line of thought, because he says, slowly, “You know, when Toshinori came out to us as bisexual last week, I didn’t think…”

“He didn’t have anyone in high school,” Nana points out. “If there’s any place to explore romance without consequence, it’s halfway across the world.” She grimaces. “Also, let’s not jump to conclusions. We shouldn’t assume everyone Toshinori brings home is a potential partner.”

“He doesn’t bring people home,” Sorahiko stresses.

“Before, Toshinori wasn’t able to.”

Kotarou’s eyes flick back and forth between them. Incredulously, he asks, “Toshi-nii has no friends?”

They wince. Toshinori has friends the way someone builds a rolodex; many people extend their friendship, and Toshinori accepts, stores their information (name; Quirk; details about family, likes, dislikes) away in his encyclopedic brain, and never pursues a follow-up. It isn’t something they taught him, but it’s not a habit they’ve tried breaking either.

“He has friends,” says Nana. “So, best behavior, okay?”

Sorahiko grimaces. He bobs his head, but Nana assumes he’ll ask pointed questions during dinner anyway. Depending on how good a mood Toshinori is in, maybe their charge will let the interrogation slide. If not, well, Toshinori knows how grouchy Sorahiko can be.

“Okay,” Kotarou replies, oblivious to the byplay. “When’s dinner?”

“Soon,” Sorahiko promises.

(There is a long stretch of time between David Shield and Sasaki Mirai. In the span of this time, Kotarou has grown up and gotten married and had two children. Nana and Sorahiko have officially tied the knot, and they are in the midst of renovating a small apartment complex in Yamanashi Prefecture. Following Sasaki is Tsukauchi Naomasa. Then Toshinori brings home Aizawa Shouta.

“He’s like you,” Nana mourns to Sorahiko, after cheerfully seeing Aizawa off. Toshinori is walking with him to the train station; it’s fifty-fifty on whether Toshinori will spend the night in his own apartment, or in Aizawa’s bed.

“How’s that,” Sorahiko grunts, locking the front door. They trail their way to bed.

“His kids will be his students.”

He glances at her. “Kotarou wasn’t my student.”

“He learned a lot from you anyway,” Nana promptly responds, and he snorts. She’s undeterred. “Anyway, I can only assume he’ll bond with every class, and act as their collective dad. Tons and tons of encouragement, complete with rigorous physical training.” She sighs as she pushes their bedroom door open. “All those extended grandchildren we may never get to meet…”

“Be glad,” Sorahiko suggests. “I can only imagine Toshinori fathering a child with even crazier dreams, and we’ve finally reached a point in our lives where we don’t have to deal with that shit.”

“You’ve jinxed it.”

“I’ve jinxed nothing.”

Four months later, when they are watching the Sports Festival live on television, staring at a fluffy green-haired boy shout ‘Smash’ battle-cries and perform therapy so bad (so well? The result may have been the goal), he’s knocked clear out of the tournament--

“I jinxed it,” says Sorahiko in disbelief, as Nana cackles and starts texting Toshinori to bring home Midoriya Izuku.)