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Update: I am feral.

Both for this movie and my boy Bob!

I was scared they were gonna do my boy dirty AND THEY DIDN’T ♥️♥️♥️

At the Cinema for Thunderbolts*

I apologise for the person I will become once Lewis Pullman is on screen.

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At the Cinema for Thunderbolts*

I apologise for the person I will become once Lewis Pullman is on screen.

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This was …. Fucking amazing

When The Sun Hits

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/Sentry x Avengers!Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bob are starting to test the waters among rampant growing suspicions from the rest of the team (This is a continuation of “Carry The Zero”)

Warnings: AHEM! 18+ Minors DNI! Semi-Spoilers for Thunderbolts just because of Bob’s involvement (there’s no mentioning of the plot from Thunderbolts or anything just character involvement ex. Bucky, Yelena, Alexei, Walker etc.), Fluff, References to Sex and/or Sexual Acts, Bob…Is a warning lol. There’s a little bit of self-depreciation in this, talking bad about oneself, but nothing too extreme on that front.

Smut Warnings: Grinding, Teasing (kind of on the brink of edging?) Unprotected P in V Sex (Wrap it up y’all…Or Y’know…Take precautions at least lol), Oral Sex (fem receiving), Fingering, Spit Swallowing, Handjob, Praise/Worship Kink. Soft/Submissive Bob (if you squint) (Hopefully I didn’t miss anything),

Author’s Note: I got this out as soon as I possibly could, thank you so much for the activity on the last post :) y’all are frickin awesome. I hope you enjoy this new part of this story, because I’m going straight to horny jail *boink boink* lol (also whoever made this gif you deserve all the fucking flowers <3)

Word Count: 16,150

Two weeks later you found yourself on the training mat, slicked with sweat, and out of breath.

You wiped your forearms across your forehead, chest rising and falling as you rolled your shoulders to relieve some tension that seized up your back, steadying your stance again, angling yourself carefully so your sight was trained on both Yelena and Bucky.

“Ready?” Yelena asked, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, her curtain bangs bobbing with each movement, preparing herself to pounce.

“As I’ll ever be,” You muttered, exhaling hard through your nose, tasting the remnants of blood that you had spit out two rounds ago after taking a pretty hard slap to the face. You kept your mind clear though, because if you focused on anything else in that moment, you’d lose miserably, or get hurt again, which was something that you didn’t want at all, especially after you were benched for a week after you injured your shoulder.

It was two against one today, which was entirely unfair, but also part of the challenge. Bucky called it ‘awareness training.’ Yelena called it ‘fun.’

They flanked you like wolves attacking a wounded animal. Yelena moved first, sharp and precise, going for a low sweep with her leg. You jumped and dodged it easily, pivoting to avoid Bucky’s right hook. He was heavier on his feet, but that didn’t mean he was slower in any sense. You ducked beneath his next swing and caught Yelena’s wrist before she could even capitalize on your evasion, using her own momentum to send her stumbling back, giving you some space to breathe.

”Not bad,” She huffed.

”Not done yet,” Bucky growled, before charging at you again. You anticipated him this time, moving back just enough to throw him off rhythm. He came at you with a series of jabs, but you blocked them all, even the ones that were enhanced by his vibranium arm, which surprised you even. You parried with a side kick that landed square against his hip, catching him off balance. This granted you a window to turn back towards Yelena, who had just regained her footing.

She came in full force and you barely had time to register her moves. You raised your arm to shield your face from her fist, feeling the impact ripple along the muscle just below your biceps, before striking in the open space she left, right at her ribs, which made her take in a sharp gasp of air.

You didn’t mean to, but a little satisfied smirk played on your lips, like you had the upper hand, like you were finally going to win…Then Bucky swept your legs out from under you with a move so clean you barely noticed the impact.

You hit the mat with a hard exhale, the wind knocking out of your lungs as your back hit the floor. The fluorescent light shined down into your eyes, almost blinding you, and in a blink, Bucky was standing over you, looking down with his hands on his hip.

”You got cocky…And let your guard down for the third time.” He muttered, with a small grin plastered on his face.

”That…” You breathed, trying to recoup the air you lost from slamming into the mat, “Was a cheap shot,” You added, blinking up at him, seeing the way his hair framed his face as he shook his head at you. Without another word, he extended his hand out to you, and you took it, fingers gripping his forearm as he hoisted you to your feet in one swift movement. You staggered slightly when the room tilted for a split second, your balance thrown from the impact you took that still surged through you with little aftershocks. Bucky steadied you instantly with a firm hand on your elbow, eyes scanning over your face.

”You alright?” He asked, with concern lacing his voice, trying to determine whether or not you needed another med bay visit. You gave him a nod.

”Yeah, yeah, just a bit dizzy from that slam, but I’ll live.” Right before Bucky was going to respond, Yelena cut in.

”Alright you two. Water. Now. Before I pass out from sweating so much.” She didn’t wait for either of you to agree, she just turned toward the bench on the far side of the room, and snatched up three water bottles from the crate nearby, which were already chilled. She tossed one to you and to Bucky, beckoning the both of you to join her in a nice break.

The three of you dropped down onto the bench with soft grunts and groans harmonizing the air, as you dragged the back of your arm across your forehead to wipe the beads of sweat off it. You were beat, that was for certain. You could already feel a new set of bruises forming on your body, especially where you had landed on your ass just moments ago, and that was just another thing you were going to have to tend to for the next few days.

You twisted the cap off your bottle and took three large gulps from it, feeling your chest go cold from how quick you chugged. Your sweat-slicked shirt clung to your spine, but the introduction of the drink was finally managing your body temperature, as your pulse began to slow down, easing the rhythmic thumping that echoed through your ears. You put the cap back on, and placed the bottle against your forehead with a sigh, watching your teammates settle down–Yelena beside you, Bucky on the bench across the way. That’s when you felt it…The subtle tension in the air, the silence that lingered just long enough that it made you suspicious.

Bucky lifted his brows sharply at Yelena, like he was daring her to speak first, like they had been planning on asking you questions all day but didn’t know how to approach the subject. She shook her head just once, staring at him with pointed daggers, almost like she was saying that it was his idea so he should be the one to say it. He let out a defeated sigh.

“So…Uh…” He started, scrunching his nose like the words that were on the tip of his tongue tasted weird in his mouth, “How’s it going with Bob? Y’know…Rooming with him and all.” The question caught you off guard, but the awkwardness from Bucky gave off the sense that he was asking this more because everyone else around him was talking and making up their own theories, and he just wanted to get the answers once and for all.

That didn’t mean the question didn’t spike your heart rate again though. Just the mentioning of Bob made you immediately go on defence mode, not just because of what was going on between the both of you, but because you both wanted this to be private until further notice. Neither of you were prepared for the team to know about your late night rendezvous, or how deep the connection really went. It was your little secret and you preferred to keep it that way.

“It’s okay…” You answered, trying to cover up the stutter in your words, “He’s definitely one of the easier roommates I’ve had to be honest. Super quiet, keeps to himself. It’s great.” You avoided Bucky’s gaze, your eyes focusing on the water bottle in your hands before glancing over at Yelena, who was already squinting at you.

”Super quiet, huh?” She repeated, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards, like she didn’t quite buy what you were putting down. You looked over at Bucky too, now seeing that he was watching you as well with one elbow propped up on his knee so he could rest his chin on his fist.

“Yeah, super quiet, he just reads and sleeps basically, nothing more, nothing less. What’s with this line of questioning? You two roleplaying as detectives or something?” Bucky huffed through his nose, a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

”We wouldn’t have to be detectives if you weren’t so secretive…” You raised your eyebrows at Bucky, attempting to hold onto your fake innocence, trying to make it seem like they weren’t somehow onto you, even though there was no possible way they could know anything that was going on in your shared room…Not unless there were cameras, but that was definitely not the case…Because you looked for them.

“Me? Secretive? I don’t understand how I’m being secretive, I’m answering your questions, aren’t I?” Yelena made a small humming sound beside you, sipping from her water bottle, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

”Okay then, Miss Transparency…” She started, setting the bottle on the bench gently, “What about the window?” You froze, and instantly your brain spiraled with questions on how the hell she found out about the window. You kept your cool on the outside, while the rest of your internal organs were twisting and malfunctioning on the inside trying to figure out how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

”What window?” You asked.

”The one in your room,” Yelena responded, leaning forward just a little bit to crowd your space, “Maintenance said you put in a request to fix it three days ago because there was a crack in the glass. He said it looked like someone took a sledge hammer to it. Kinda weird, yeah?” You blinked at Yelena, keeping your expression blank, like you were thinking.

“Ohhhh…That window.” You said, as if you had just remembered what she was talking about. You waved your hand vaguely, letting out a shaky laugh, which did absolutely nothing to cover the tension that began to seep through your muscles, “Yeah, no, it’s not that weird. I, uh…Accidently pushed my dresser drawer closed a little too hard and the wood slammed into the glass, kind of a freak accident if you ask me.” Yelena stared at you flatly, watching you flail while trying to come up with something believable off the top of your head. If you had time to actually prepare for the grilling you would’ve at least thought of something as back up, but this was just totally unexpected.

It’s not like you could’ve told them the truth anyways, because it just wouldn’t have sounded good, and it would’ve just put Bob under the spotlight once again, and he didn’t deserve that at all. Not when he was trying so hard to get along with everyone, which he was doing very well at until this point at least.

So you just laughed it off again, muttering something about needing to be more careful, before tipping the bottle of water to your lips to shut yourself up.

But your mind was already drifting back to that night, and you couldn’t stop it.

——————

Four nights ago was movie night.

Alexei had insisted on it—insisted being the operative word, because no one had really agreed to it in the first place.

He said movie nights were a “sacred ritual” from his youth, a tradition that brought people together, made them stronger, and unified the soul. And when someone offhandedly mentioned that Bucky had never seen Rocky IV, that sealed everyone’s fate.

“It is masterpiece,” Alexei declared, standing in the center of the living room with the case held high like a relic. You were surprised that he even had a DVD of it, but then again he had mentioned in passing it was one of his favourite movies.

“American propaganda, yes, but still…Very good representation.” He exclaimed, moving around the living room to locate the video player, as you all watched him.

So Rocky IV became the night’s reluctant feature, and any protests were quickly steamrolled under his booming enthusiasm.

The lights were off, the curtains were drawn, and the only glow in the room came from the TV screen—icy blue and gunmetal gray as the film’s opening credits began to roll. Everyone had found their spots. Yelena curled into one corner of the sectional while Walker was on the other, Bucky sat low in a beanbag chair with his arms crossed, Alexei sat right in front of the television with the reverence of a man watching live theatre…

And then there was you.

You tucked yourself into the corner of the couch with a blanket draped on top of you, leaning against a pillow for support because your shoulder was still giving you a little bit of trouble. Bob was beside you, but he was not close enough to raise suspicion as the both of you had separate blankets and weren’t really touching at all…Not yet, at least.

Somewhere near the halfway point of the movie–just after Rocky’s training montage–Bob shifted slightly beside you, adjusting himself with a slight turn of his hips. It wasn’t a big move, but it was noticeable enough to draw your eyes to him, then you saw his hand sliding beneath his blanket ever so slowly, paying attention to the others in the room, hoping that none of them would turn around.

Even through the terrible lighting you could see him beginning to flush, his pale skin becoming a gentle hue of pink which spread all the way down to the collar of pale green sweater, and below it. You couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, seeing how he tried to keep his profile composed, as he moved his hand with quiet purpose, sliding beneath your blanket in one quick movement, knowing that once he was under there nobody would know any better what was happening.

His fingers found your thigh beneath the covering, completely bare for him because of the flannel shorts you were wearing. The first touch was delicate, almost like it wasn’t even there, though you could feel the heat radiating off his skin as the pads of his fingers ghosted over the wide plane of your flesh. He was waiting for you to pull away, to signal to him you didn’t want him to do this here, but when that moment didn’t come, his hand finally settled against you.

He took everything slow, and moved with such care and purpose that you felt like you were going to melt into the sofa . His palm molded gently to the outside of your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles, drawing goosebumps up to the surface of your skin. The touch wasn’t lewd, nor needy…It was intimate in one of the simplest ways possible. Just the grounding press of his hand against you, soaking up the heat of your body, letting it mingle with his own.

You felt your pulse begin to hammer in your ears, and your eyes flickered to the rest of the team, checking if they were still transfixed by whatever was happening in the movie, which they were. Nobody was looking. So you took this as an opportunity for yourself to make a move now too.

It was a gentle shift, just enough to let your blanket drape a little farther over the space between the both of you, until it overlapped with his. You ripped a page out of Bob’s book and slipped your hand beneath the threshold of the covering, before moving it towards him with the same stealthy patience he had just moments ago.

You found his thigh easily, resting your hand against the soft checker-patterned sleep pants he wore. The fabric was light and thin enough to allow you to feel every flex and shift of muscle beneath your touch, the way it twitched at first contact and relaxed when you dragged your palm against it. He cleared his throat gently, trying to mask the noise that was about to slip out of his throat unwillingly.

His thumb on your thigh had stilled completely in those moments, like you had pulled the plug on all his motor functions by just settling your hand on him in the most gentle way possible. Over the past week of being holed up together during your Bucky mandated break from training, you had learned that gentleness was the key thing that unraveled Bob faster than anything else ever could.

Your fingers slowly dragged upward with the lightest graze over the thin fabric, tracing the line of muscle you could feel there. You didn’t press hard, there was no need to, because you could already feel that he was burning under your palm, coming undone, shifting in his seat, like he wanted to get closer to you but couldn’t.

He was trying so hard not to breathe loudly, or to draw attention to himself by making an unnatural noise. His hand tightened on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze, like he was pleading for you to continue, but for you to also take it easy on him because he didn’t know how much he was going to be able to handle. He felt like he was going to turn into a puddle on the sofa, and the sweating and flushing that he was doing was only a prelude to that. You could feel the tension in his body, the way it practically vibrated through him, and it only made you want to touch him more.

You smoothed your thumb over the inside of his thigh, just above the knee, where he flinched. He sucked in a breath and immediately turned it into a cough, low and forced, like he was trying to dislodge something that was stuck in his throat–even though you knew it was just him trying to stifle a sound that he didn’t dare let out–squeezing your thigh again like it was anchoring him to whatever stability he had left.

You didn’t need more than this. You just enjoyed every morsel of connection you got from him, and revelled in the excitement that coursed through your veins from the small things you learned about him, like how easy he was to read, or how flustered he got from such little contact. Or how touch-starved he was despite all the late nights and quiet mornings you two were sharing up until this point. He was learning how to let himself go, but that didn’t mean he was used to it just yet.

By the time the end credits rolled and Alexei stood to stretch with a complaint about how Americans don’t know when to end a movie, Bob was already clawing at the opportunity to make his grand escape. His hand left your thigh, and reached for his blanket–not to fold it, not to hold it when he stood–but to clutch it, to replicate the grip he had on your skin moments before. You slowly removed your hand from him as well, making sure you discreetly brought it back into your area without anyone noticing.

Every motion he did was methodical, almost exaggerated in its effort to present itself as casual, like the both of you weren’t just touching each other's thighs beneath your communal blankets. You watched from the corner of your eye as Bob adjusted the covering over his lip, gripping the hem carefully as he shifted on the couch, leaning slightly forward.

He was shielding himself.

You could tell by the blush that began to deepen around his neck, and the way he couldn’t seem to look at anyone in the room–not even you–that he was trying very hard not to be obvious about the problem that was currently occurring below his waist. The one you had caused with just the gentle stroking of his thigh.

The realization made you heat up, but also smirk.

”I’m gonna…Uh…” Bob cleared his throat, attempting to cover up the way his words buckled under his voice “Head to my room…Start getting ready for bed and stuff, I had a good book I was getting into before…C-Coming to watch the movie.” He added, standing from the couch, keeping the blanket bunched in front of him with a practiced sort of shuffle that only he could execute with pure awkwardness. He said a vague goodnight and everyone responded in their own little way, as he moved towards the corridor that led to the makeshift bedrooms.

Your eyes followed his movements, watching when he made it out of everyone’s line of sight. He turned around, knowing that your eyes were already on him and mouthed a very light “please hurry,” before rushing down the hallway to seek refuge in the privacy of your room.

You waited exactly thirty seconds, which was long enough for the heat in your limbs to settle so when you stood up you didn’t have shaky legs, or draw attention to any of your actions, even though nobody was really paying attention in general.

Yelena was half-sleep, eyes barely open while she nursed what was left of her electrolytes. Walker had his head tilted back, and was snoring loudly. Bucky was sprawled out in the beanbag chair, and Alexei was still rambling, only now it was about how Ivan Drago’s story in Rocky is just misunderstood. So you took the opportunity to stand, and let out an exaggerated yawn, rubbing your eyes for added effect.

”Think I’m also going to head to bed too. I’m exhausted.” You murmured, which earned a small wave from Yelena, a grunt of acknowledgment from Bucky, and a pause from Alexei.

”Did you not like the movie?” He asked, and you smirked.

”Yes of course I liked it, I’ve just seen it a few too many times, but tomorrow you can give me the footnotes on how misunderstood Drago’s story is, for now though I’m off to bed.” He gave you a wide smile, and as you moved away from the living room you could hear him mumble something about you actually being interested in what he had to say.

You quickly made your way down the hall, feeling your heart racing as you made your way towards the room. You tried your best to not make yourself look suspicious but the anticipation was eating you up on the inside.

The second you entered your shared quarters and closed the door behind you, you felt it–that shift in the air, like the moment right before lightning strikes a tree, the static that ebbs and flows through the atmosphere, like a warning to those who are around. The only light that glowed in the space was the desk lamp, which casted golden shapes across the walls, and once you locked the door and turned around, your eyes fell on him.

Bob stood by his bed, the blanket was long discarded, and his sweater was removed, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt. His hands were fidgeting uselessly with the tie of his sleep pants, and when his eyes fell on you it was like he lost all the thoughts that were running through his head. The flush of pink on his cheeks hadn’t faded, if anything it had gotten worse between the time he left the couch and now, like the warmth had fully rooted inside him.

He didn’t say anything right away, he just opened his arms slightly, silently offering himself to you.

In a few quick steps, you crossed the room, taking up the space between his arms, pressing your hands gently to his chest, feeling the way his heart galloped beneath your palm. He cupped your elbows first, tentative and shy, looking down at you with those shimmering blue eyes that you had come to fawn over in secret, before letting his hands slide down to your wrists. You gave him a soft smile, tilting your head back a bit so he could lean forward to kiss you.

His mouth brushed yours once–tentative and silent, like he was asking a question–then again, with more confidence when you didn’t pull away, before fully pressing his mouth to yours. He kissed you like he thought he would never get the chance to do it again. Like he was memorizing the shape of your lips, or the way you sighed into him like you’d been holding your breath for hours while waiting for this moment to come. His hands left your wrists, you slid up to your jaw, the tips of his thumbs barely grazing the corners of your mouth

And you melted into him.

You’d been doing this dance for the past few nights now–experiencing these careful, burning moments together that never quite tipped over the edge–and neither of you seemed to mind. You didn’t need the act of sex to feel intimate with him, even though you still had those thoughts that raced through you from time to time.

Every night you got to learn something new about him–how his breathing changed when you kissed his throat, how the muscles in his stomach twitched when you trailed your fingers ever so slowly under the hem of his shirt, and how he arched subtly into your touch like he was too afraid to vocalize that he wanted more.

It was explorative, patient, and gentle, and that’s all the both of you needed to have a good time.

The kiss continued to deepen, as his lips parted for you, letting your tongue through the threshold. He tasted like fresh breath mints, like he had swallowed a few before you came into the room, which wasn’t an out of place thought at all–he typically did small things like that.

His hands skimmed down your neck, and over your shoulders, travelling down to your hips to anchor himself against you. He put a little more pressure into the kiss, feeling your body press flush into his, causing a small gasp to escape and vibrate against your lips from him. He pulled back for a moment, as your arms slid around his neck, guiding him down even more so he could bury his face briefly into your shoulder. He breathed in deeply, letting his lungs fill with the various scents that radiated off of you– the vanilla from your shampoo, the lavender from your perfume, and the sage that constantly stayed on all of your clothes in general–before exhaling shakily, tugging you closer to him.

He guided you backward with a quiet sort of urgency.

”Come here,” He whispered, the words came out so softly it barely made it past his lips.

He led you to his bed, with his hand pressed low at your back, fingers splayed out like it was steadying the both of you. When the backs of your legs met the edge of the mattress you let yourself sit, eyes still locked on his. He was still watching you closely, like you were ethereal, something that shouldn’t exist for him.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling how swollen it was just from the one kiss that you got, and brought your fingers to the hem of your shirt, slipping them under. Bob felt his chest heave for a moment, the beating of his heart only becoming more frantic, as he hung on your movements like it was a sacred text.

You peeled the top off slowly, revealing the curve of your waist, your chest, your shoulders in small increments–it was more than he’d ever seen at once from you. Once you riddled yourself of the article of clothing you threw it to the side, which left you in just a plain white, cotton bra.

Bob’s gaze swept over you modestly, almost like he was too shy to linger on one part of you for too long, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You saw the way he struggled to swallow for a moment, gulping loudly from the way his throat closed from all the tension that was building up in the room, then you saw his hands move down to the hem of his own shirt.

He awkwardly shimmied out of the fabric, tugging it over his head, messing up his light brown mane of hair in the proces. You could feel your chest tighten, and your mouth dry up, seeing the expanse of skin that was exposed to you.

It was the first time he’d allow you to see him like this.

And god–he was beautiful.

His chest was broad and lean. He was dusted with freckles that went across his shoulders and collarbones, like they were constellations begging to be traced. There were a few scars too–old and pale, stretched and softened with time, because they certainly weren’t fresh. You wondered about each of them. Not necessarily the stories, but how they shaped him as the person you were falling for more and more every day.

He was flushed from neck to navel, the pink hue blossoming over his ribs and all the way up to his ears. His arms hung at his sides for a moment, allowing you to drink in the image, even though he was visibly curling in on himself a bit. You reached out for him, beckoning for him to come closer to you, watching as he sheepishly moved into your space now. Your fingers skimmed gently over his ribs, dragging slowly up the plane of his stomach and across the center of his chest. You looked up at him with a smile plastered on your lips

“You’re breathtaking Bob…” You whispered, seeing the way his eyes softened, hearing the sincerity that laced your voice when the compliment fell from you. He felt lightheaded from it, as you leaned in to kiss the skin just above his navel, your smile shadowing against the flesh.

“I think I’m gonna die.” He responded, choking on his own breaths.

”Now, now…Don’t die yet…You haven’t kissed me again.” That is what unraveled him, seeing you pull away from his stomach, looking up at him with those lust filled eyes that he had seen night after night.

He leaned down slowly this time, and when your lips met, it was warmer than before, like a supernova had exploded between the both of you. It started soft, like the last one, but it built. His mouth moved over yours with a kind of reverence that made your toes curl into the carpet beneath you. His hands skimmed down your sides, thumbs brushing along the soft slope of your waist as he kissed you deeper.

Then one hand drifted lower, tracing over your outer thigh. He paused just for a second to look at you, and when you gave the smallest nod, he gently urged you backward.

You let him guide you down until you back pressed into the mattress as he hovered above you, bracing himself on one elbow beside your head while the other stayed on your thigh, as you bracketed his hips with your legs. You could feel how hard he was trying to rein himself in, watching his shoulders tense when you brought him closer to you.

”A-Are you sure this is okay?” He whispered against your lips, his breath mingling with yours in the thin space between you.

”Bob,” You murmured, tracing your fingers along the freckles on his collarbone, “If I wasn’t sure, I would tell you.” His eyes fluttered shut for a beat, the words sinking into him like a weighted blanket, before he leaned forward to kiss you again, savouring the contact.

You felt the way he trembled just slightly above you, the way he braced so carefully against his arm, like he was scared of putting too much weight on you, or doing something wrong. His lips dragged over yours, warm and open, letting you taste the cool mint again as his tongue flicked out to meet yours when you deepened the kiss.

His breath stuttered as he exhaled sharply through his nose, attempting to keep up, but you could feel how overwhelmed he was already. Your hands slid over his back, fingers tracing along the soft lines of his muscles beneath skin that practically burned beneath your touch. You felt every ripple, every twitch of control that he tried to maintain, and the thought of it–of him holding himself back for you–made you want to pull him even closer.

He groaned softly against your mouth, almost like it was bordering on a whimper.

“Jesus…You feel so good,” He whispered suddenly, like he couldn’t keep it in, like it was something he had been wanting to say all week and it finally burst free. His voice cracked slightly with the confession, and his cheeks burned as he buried his face against your jaw to hide the heat crawling up his neck, realizing how stupid it must’ve sounded.

”S-Sorry, I just…I just-“ You hushed him for a moment, slipping your hand up his back slowly before curling your fingers into his hair.

”Bob…Don’t apologize. You feel good against me too.” You had barely let the words settle between the both of you, when you hooked your legs a little tighter around his waist and gently guided his hips closer to yours.

Bob’s breath caught in his throat.

His jaw slackening and his lips parting in tandem with one another, as his eyes locked onto yours like he was trying to decipher something written across your irises. You could see it in his face–the unraveling, the awe, the absolute vulnerability of someone who wasn’t used to being wanted like this. And yet, he was burning from the inside out.

“What…What are you doing?” He asked, his voice thin and shaky.

Instead of answering, you ground your hips up against him in one slow, aching press.

The noise he made was soft and strangled, caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. His eyes fluttered shut for half a second, then snapped open again, and you were able to see the dazed glassiness that shimmered over them. You could see the way the new sensation tore through him, as a full-body tremor made his shoulders tense and his thighs flinch.

He didn’t move at first–he couldn’t. But when you tugged gently on the back of his hair and pressed your lips to his neck, he let go.

His hips rocked forward, not with force but with aching, desperate need, mirroring the movement you’d given him. Your bodies slotted together in a slow, tender rhythm, each motion sending a wave of heat in your abdomen. It wasn’t frenzied or rough—it was exploratory, intoxicating, and so deeply charged you felt like your bones were shaking.

You kissed your way up his neck, feeling his pulse jump under your lips. His hand was trembling against your thigh, while the other one gripped the duvet beside your head. You felt the shudder in his breath again, and the way his hips pressed a little harder this time, a little more urgently. You could feel the outline of him pushing against the thin fabric of your cotton shorts, and it left you breathless, just the thought of being so close almost made your heart stop.

The moment swelled around you–timeless, heavy, and sacred.

Then your fingers trailed down, slow as molasses, brushing over his abdomen and dipping lower, finding the waistband of his sleep pants.

The reaction was instantaneous.

His entire body went rigid, and his eyes snapped open, bright and wide—and in that split second, you saw it. That flicker of gold in his irises. It glinted like sunlit honey, like lightning flashing beneath the surface of a lake.

Then–CRACK.

A sharp, unnatural noise split into the room, and both your heads jerked toward the window, seeing the fracture that had webbed across the glass. It kind of looked similar to when a rock hits a windshield at full speed, only there was a larger impact point. You both blinked at the damage, before your eyes returned to his, seeing that the gold was gone, and he was back to his normal shimmering blue irises that you were enamoured by.

His mouth moved to speak, but no sound came out, then he looked down at himself, and froze. You followed his gaze, seeing a wet spot blooming across the front of his pants.

Then everything happened all at once.

He scrambled off of you, nearly toppling sideways off the bed in the process, and you sat up immediately, reaching for him.

”Bob…Hey…” You said, trying to get him to calm down a bit, but he was already moving.

”Crap…I’m-I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked, as he grabbed his shirt off the floor, pulling it on with frantic hands like he needed to shield himself from you, from the world, from his own embarrassment that floated up into his chest, causing him to shake a bit. He tried to cover up the wet patch as his skin turned a cherry red, spreading all the way over his face and neck. He opened his drawer so fast that it nearly flew off the track as he collected the first pair of boxers and sleep pants that he could find.

“Bob, it’s alright.” You murmured, watching him rush towards the door,

”I-I just…I need…I just need a second.” He whispered before bolting out the door so he could tend to himself in the privacy of the bathroom.

You sat on his bed, still breathless from the closeness, from the way his body had moved against yours, and from the crack in the damn window. But mostly, from the way he looked when he realized what had happened—like the sky had fallen on him. Your heart was aching in the way he reacted, and now that you were sitting alone everything felt amplified.

Your eyes drifted to the window again, staring at the crack that shimmered faintly beneath the golden wash of the lamp–splintering like lightning. Curiosity pulled you from the bed, as you shuffled closer to it, wanting to get a better look.

The fracture was intricate, jagged at the center with spider web veins splitting outward like a slow explosion. You reached up, hovering your hand in front of it.

No air came through, no whistling of wind, and no change in temperature.

You furrowed your brow and pressed your palm against the surface, feeling the cool solidity of the glass. It didn’t flex, nor did it crack even more with the pressure you placed on it, which made you even more perplexed.

You stepped back slightly, squinting at the window. It definitely wasn’t a regular one, it was industrial, reinforced, maybe even bulletproof. The thought made your lips part a little, as you tried to reconcile the softness of Bob–the sweet, awkward, blushing man who mouthed please hurry to you because he wanted to be so close–with the person who had just cracked fortified glass because he was so overwhelmed by your touch.

You huffed out a breath that was caught between awe and amusement, as you continued to stare at the jagged impact, until you saw movement in the glass, noticing Bob trying to sneak in, like you wouldn’t see him. You turned on your heels.

He stood against the door, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as you looked him over. He had changed into navy blue sleep pants, and his hair was clinging to his forehead–you assumed it was from him splashing water on his face to freshen up. He was holding onto a bundle of clothes–the ones he had changed out of–as his eyes scanned over you before dating away. You glanced down at yourself, suddenly remembering that you were shirtless, standing in your bra still.

His face flushed again, but this time it was threaded with much more than just embarrassment. There was remorse in there, maybe even a little bit of fear, like he was worried that you wouldn’t look at him the same because of what happened.

“I…” He started, voice hoarse, “…I’m sorry. Again. I didn’t mean to just…Leave like that, I just–” He swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want you to see me like that. Or, I mean–you did, I guess, but–God.” He laughed breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut for a second. “I’m making this worse.” You shook your head gently, cutting him off before he spiraled any further.

“It’s okay Bob…Trust me you don’t have to apologize.” You said quietly, stretched out a hand towards him, “Now, come over here please.” Bob glanced down at the gesture, returning his gaze back up at you, hesitating for only a second before stepping forward, dropping the bundle of clothes on the floor. His movements were so timid, like a wounded animal coming over to look at the mess it made.

When he was close enough you leaned forward and wrapped your hand around his wrist. His eyes were wide and glistening as you tugged him toward you even more, his lashes trembling with the weight of remorse. Not just for bolting from the room or leaving you half-dressed and flushed on his bed, but for losing control…For being too much.

“I see those cogs turning in your head. Your brows are furrowing. Stop thinking for a second, and just look at me Bob.” You said, breaking through the thoughts that kept racing through his head, wrapping your arms around his waist. Bob let out a soft sigh, bringing his gaze down to yours. His hands hovered over your back for a moment before slowly coming to rest against your skin, holding onto you like he was afraid you were going to crack.

“…I truly didn’t mean to do that…” He murmured, motioning to the window, “I didn’t even think about it...It just happened.” You turned slightly in his arms, glancing back at the window for a split second, then returning your gaze back to him. You tilted your head up, brushing your lips softly against the underside of his jaw, feeling the beginnings of stubble.

”Pretty sure it’s bulletproof glass too, by the way.” He blinked down at you, his cheeks flushing a deeper red, confused at the statement, and at the way you were smirking up at him, “I must’ve really gotten you going.” You added, trying to lighten the mood. A groan caught in his throat.

”Please…Don’t say that.” He whispered under his breath.

”Why not? It’s kind of hot.” Bob’s eyebrows raised at your comment, letting out a quiet laugh–embarrassed, and flustered, but undeniably touched by the way you were trying to make light of the situation.

”You know…I think you should actually be a little freaked out by this at least,” He stated gently, pulling back just a little bit so the both of you could comfortably look at each other, “I mean…We didn’t even…Do anything and I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, as he ran his hands along your back, “I’m just saying if I lost that much control just f-from grinding against you, what’s going to happen when we have sex?” He added, his voice laced with worry. You traced your fingers along his spine as you listened, feeling his chest rising and falling against you, the panic simmering underneath all the tension in his muscles. You leaned into him a bit more.

”Well…You don’t really use your powers all that much, Bob.” He raised his eyebrows at you, surprised by what you were possibly suggesting. You continued, gently brushing your thumbs along the hem of his shirt.

“Maybe that’s part of the problem. You’ve been bottling all that energy up without giving yourself a way to release it. Maybe you need to exhaust your powers a little–practice, push yourself in a safe space so you can figure out where the edges are. Then maybe…” You paused mid-sentence, reaching up to him to push his hair off his forehead, “You won’t have to worry about breaking any more windows.” He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling your fingertips trailing down the side of his face to hold his jaw.

“Or…” You added thoughtfully, “We could try some small exercises together. I know there are grounding techniques for people with telekinesis or energy-based mutations–things to help hone it and redirect it before it builds up too much.”

Bob was staring at you now like you were the only stable piece of land in a world that kept shaking under his feet. You ran your thumb along the slight roughness of his jaw, taking in the warmth of his skin.

“Either way,” You said, “We can figure it out together.”

His breath caught in his throat.

“Together,” He repeated, almost like he was testing the weight of the suggestion in his mouth, making sure it was real. His hands gripped you just a little tighter, like he didn’t want to let go, admiring the fact that you were even sticking it out with him.

“And maybe next time,” You whispered, pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth, “You’ll crack something a little less expensive.”

That made him laugh for real this time–a breathy, bashful sound as he rested his forehead against yours. “No more windows,” He whispered. “I promise.” You swayed in your spot for a moment relishing in the silence, as your hearts thudded against each other like it shared the same rhythm.

“…Maybe just the bedframe,” He mumbled a second later–so quietly you almost missed it.

There was a pause.

Then his eyes went wide, his entire face lighting up scarlet as the implication hit him a split second too late. “Oh my god,” He breathed, “I didn’t mean—shit—I mean I did but I—”

You broke into laughter, the sound bursting out of you like sunlight, catching yourself against his chest as your shoulders shook. “Robert Reynolds,” You gasped through your giggles, “I didn’t take you as a person to make a sex joke like that…I like it.”

——————

Yelena snapped her fingers in front of your face.

”Helloooo? Earth to Y/N…You’ve been zoned out for like ten minutes, are you concussed or something?” You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your trance, noticing your palms were sweaty, and your pulse was pounding in your head.

”Sorry…I’m fine, I was just thinking about that last round in my head. Trying to figure out how I let my ass hit the mat again.” You lied, grabbing your water bottle, attempting to cool yourself down.

”Uh-huh…” Yelena muttered, clearly not buying it.

Bucky was watching you as well, his expression unreadable as usual, his elbow still propped on his knee. His eyes were sharper now, completely focused.

”Maybe we should wrap it up for the day, I’ve got to go pick up a few things from my old apartment anyways, the renters are getting mad that I haven’t swung by yet.” You looked over at Yelena, who stretched her legs out with a low groan.

“Alright, that sounds fine to me.” She responded, getting up from the bench, cracking her neck before walking to the lockers, leaving you and Bucky alone. You let out a soft exhale, grateful that the plug had been pulled. You were too distracted to go for another round anyways.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You glanced up at Bucky, your eyes meeting his gaze. There was no judgement in his face, just quiet concern. You nodded.

”Yeah, I promise, I just spaced out.” He watched you for just a moment longer, like he was trying to see if you had any tells of a lie.

”Alright,” He said, turning to grab his towel from the bench, “But if you ever want to talk, you know where I am.” You gave him a soft smile.

”Thanks, Buck.” He lingered for a second longer, then gave a quick salute and headed off after Yelena, leaving you alone. You stayed on the bench for a few minutes, gathering your thoughts and swatting around the brain fog that clouded your mind, before finally standing, feeling your muscles groan in protest.

You collected your things and caught a quick shower before making your way back to your room, expecting to divulge the line of questioning that Yelena had for you to Bob, but when you opened the door he wasn’t there. Your brows furrowed in disappointment as you stepped into the room, noticing a little note on his bed. You dropped your bag on the floor, picking up the scrap piece of paper that had his messy handwriting scrawled on it.

“Meet me on the roof, wear a sweater.” You were confused about the sweater part, but you still dug around for one, slipping it over your head once you found one that wasn’t already worn.

———

The rooftop greeted you with silence, except for the low hum of wind and the muffled buzz of distant traffic below. You stepped out slowly, your sweater wrapped tight around your arms, the door clicking shut behind you.

Bob was already there, standing near the edge, hunched slightly, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders curled in like he was bracing against the cold—or maybe against himself. The soft yellow glow from the rooftop security lights carved gentle shadows across his back, catching in his wind blown hair.

“You okay?” You called out, walking towards him, gaining his attention instantly. A small smile came up on his lips, as he wrung his hands together, like he was excited about something.

“I am now,” He responded, meeting you halfway. There was something different about him tonight, he still had that shy uncertainty about him, but it was like he was pushing it off a bit, replacing it with something more…Confident, “I wanted to show you something, if that’s alright of course.” He added stepping into your space, now close enough that his breath was fanning over your face. You tilted your head at him, squinting playfully.

”Are you going to crack all the windows from up here?” Bob let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking his head as a pink flush creeped up the sides of his neck.

”I promised you I wouldn’t break any more windows, and I will keep my word.” Before you could press further, he stepped closer, closing the last inch of space between you, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. It wasn’t hurried or anything, just grounding, and it was done with intention. You inhaled against his chest, the scent of cold air and warm cotton surrounding you as he ducked his head and pressed a kiss to your lips–soft, and gentle, yet brimming with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He pulled back for one moment, before adding one more peck against your lips, a smile draped across his mouth.

His arms hadn’t loosened around you, and you could feel the steady thumping of his heart under your hands where they rested against his chest.

”Okay…” You murmured, brows lifting at him, feeling your cheeks growing hot under his stare, and from the gentle kiss he had given you, “Now you really need to tell me what’s got you in such a chipper mood. You’re smiling like you’ve got a secret, and it’s starting to freak me out.” Bob’s grin widened–shy, crooked, but deeply earnest. You squinted at him a bit, catching little flecks of gold sparkling in the blues of his eyes.

”Just hold still,” He whispered, voice hushed and warm, “And I’ll show you.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he tightened his arms around you, like he was locking you into place against his chest.

Then you felt it.

A strange, delicate lift in your stomach, similar to how it feels when you’re descending on a roller coaster, only just a little more tolerable. The pressure in your knees disappeared, your weight lessened…And your boots weren’t on the rooftop anymore.

”Bob…?” You said, your voice filling with panic.

”Shh, I’ve got you,” He murmured, eyes fixating on yours, “Just trust me.” He whispered. You took in a sharp breath, and nodded. The movement wasn’t fast or jarring. It felt like being exhaled by the Earth–like rising through a warm, invisible current. The wind tugged gently at your sweater, and your breath caught in your throat as you instinctively brought yourself even closer to him, not daring to look down to see how high up you were.

“Holy shit Bob, we’re flying…” You said, your voice shaking, caught between fear and awe.

”Well technically I’m flying, and you’re just one of my lucky passengers. My first and only to be exact.” He corrected jokingly, you smirked at him, continuing to look over his face. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, as the air around you thickened, warming against your cheeks despite the altitude change. You felt like you were suspended in a dream–held against him, hundreds of feet off the ground, with only starlight above you, and a glittering city below.

“How does it feel?” You asked softly, seeing Bob blink down at you, eyes soft and uncertain, “To have all this power…” You added, your hand slowly unraveling from holding onto his hoodie, splaying it across his chest instead, rubbing along the warmth with a soft smile draped on your lips, “To be able to do this–to lift me off the ground, to break windows without touching them, to float above the world like it’s nothing…” The way you looked up at him–half curious, half lust driven–made something buzz in his bloodstream, something golden and chaotic, and desperate for attention as he felt your fingers trailing up the side of his neck.

Bob swallowed thickly, his arms tightening around your waist even more, his breath hitching as he let out a faint nervous laugh before glancing down at you, seeing your face glowing softly from the city lights that reflected in your eyes.

”It’s…Intense. I constantly have this noise in my head, like it’s trying to break out, and I’m always on edge trying to suppress it…But when you’re around, and you’re able to block it…I have those moments of peace, and I love it…So much Y/N.” He emphasized, as your fingers curled gently into the collar of his hoodie, while your other hand cupped his jaw, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

”You know…I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” You whispered, your voice nearly lost in the hush of the night, “The way you handle everything, the way you care about being gentle, the way you hold back even when you could easily just let go…” You went on, looking up at him with such admiration it made him gulp down the lump that was forming in his throat, “You’re just incredible Bob…And I wish you believed that more often.” Bob’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, like he needed to steady himself from the weight of your words, and when he opened them again, they shimmered with something so raw and fragile it made your heart ache.

“No one’s ever said anything like that to me before,” He laughed softly, but there was no humor in it, just disbelief. “It feels like…You’re seeing someone I want to be. Someone I wish I was.” You reached up with your other hand now, pressing it against his cheek.

”You already are.” You whispered, a soft smile coming up onto your lips, as your eyes trailed over his face.

Bob leaned forward, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath warming your skin as it mingled with the air that kissed your face. For a long moment, he didn’t speak, he just held you close, taking in the night for what it was giving him so far. His fingers twitched against your lower back, like he was trying to figure out what he was going to say next.

“Can I ask you something…Kind of dumb?” Your lips quirked at his words, blinking up at him.

”There’s no dumb questions…Go ahead and ask.” He let out a nervous breath of a laugh, pulling his forehead off yours so he could get a better look at you, shaking his head a bit as if he was trying to psych himself up.

”I’ve been…Thinking for the past couple of days…And if it’s too soon or too much just–just tell me okay? I can handle it, I promise.” He started, stuttering through his words.

”Okay, “ You whispered, already feeling your heart climbing into your throat, seeing the way he looked at you with such hope, terror, and utter sincerity. He glanced away for a second, feeling his cheeks flushing hot.

“I was wondering if maybe–if it’s something you’d want–if I could, um…” He cleared his throat, then bit the inside of his cheek, finally whispering, “If I could make love to you tonight.” When the words fell from his mouth it felt like the sky was going to split open and swallow him whole, but he meant every word he said, and you could tell it was something that he wanted to make sure you wanted as well.

”I’ve been wanting to ask that for a while now, but I didn’t want to ruin anything or scare you off, or…” His voice faded, as he stopped himself from embarrassing himself any further, “God, I sound like an idiot.” He whispered. You shook your head, cradling his face in your hands, gently tilting his head down so you could look into those soft blue eyes.

”Bob…” You whispered, “You don’t sound like an idiot at all…You sound like someone who cares about me. A lot.” His lips parted like he wanted to protest, but the words never came. You leaned in, brushing your nose against his, “And that’s never something to be ashamed of.” His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as he trembled from the gust of wind that blew by the both of you, and from the nerves that prickled throughout his body.

”I just…” He started, swallowing another lump that began to form in his throat, feeling like he was on the brink of tears, “I’ve never done it like this before…Where it actually means something…Where I feel…So much that it scares the crap out of me.” You pressed your lips together tightly, removing one of your hands from his face.

”Hold me with one arm, I want you to give me one of your hands.” You instructed, and he obliged immediately, keeping you flush against him and giving you his other hand like you requested. You took it and brought it to your chest, laying it gently over your heart.

”Do you feel that?” You whispered, watching him nod slowly, his palm splaying flat over the pounding rhythm the shook the cavity of your chest, “That’s how I feel when I look at you…When you smile at me, when you hold me…When you ask me things like this, with all these nerves going through you…And that’s also how I’m going to feel when we make love tonight.” You added, feeling Bob’s breath hitch in his throat, and for a second he didn’t move. You thought you put him into shock, but then his fingers curled ever so slightly against your skin, like he was tethering himself to you.

”I wanna be good for you.” He replied, his voice breaking around the edges, “I want to be everything you deserve…I want to take my time…I want to see what you look like when you fall apart because of me, and I want to memorize every sound you make and every place you like to be touched and–and I want to hold you through all of it.” Your eyes softened at his words, feeling your heart folding at the edges from the way he said it with such trembling devotion, like he was offering you everything he had without knowing if it would be enough for you.

”I wouldn’t want it any other way Bob…” He breathed out slowly like he’d been holding it for minutes, like your answer reached someplace deep inside him he didn’t know was waiting to be filled. A small, shaky smile tugged at his lips.

“Okay,” He whispered. “Okay.”

You felt his arms shift, the weight of the wind returning to your skin, and together—slow and gentle—you began to drift back down. The city lights rose to meet you, the rooftop coming back into focus beneath your boots. He didn’t let go. Not even once. His hand stayed tucked between your shoulder blades, warm and steady, like he didn’t trust gravity alone to carry you safely.

The moment your feet touched solid ground again, you didn’t speak. You just stood there for a second, forehead still brushing his, eyes locked and dazed with something fragile and full and beautiful. And then you kissed him.

It wasn’t rushed–it wasn’t even desperate…It was just full. Full of promise. Of understanding. Of anticipation humming low in both your bellies. His hand cupped the side of your face so delicately it made your knees weaken, and when he pulled back, you didn’t have to say a word. You just reached for his fingers and laced yours through them.

“Come inside with me,” You said quietly.

And he followed instantly.

————

You left the light on before you went up to the roof, so when the both of you stepped into your shared quarters, the soft yellow hue of the lamp greeted you with open arms and warmed your skin almost instantly.

Bob closed the door behind him with a soft click, the quiet thud echoing between your beds like a held breath. You stepped into the space between them, turning to face him slowly, your hands sliding up to push your hair from your face. His eyes followed the motion, catching every shift of your body like he didn’t want to miss a second, his fingers fumbling with the edge of his hoodie.

“H-How do you want to start?” He asked quietly, his voice threadbare with nerves. All confidence from the roof had dwindled pretty quickly once the reality of the situation really settled in, and now he could feel his chest tightening from the thought of what was going to come next. You could see it in the way he fumbled with whatever he could get his fingers on, it was the most obvious tell of his. You stepped toward him carefully, and held your hand out like you normally did with him.

”Come here,” You whispered. Bob didn’t hesitate this time around, taking a few steps towards you until you could curl your fingers around the hem of his hoodie, slipping your hands under the soft fabric so you could touch his burning skin. His jaw clenched for a moment at first contact, his lashes fluttering at the featherlight touch you always used with him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, letting out a shaky breath against your mouth.

”We don’t have to start any particular way,” You murmured, “Just be here with me…” Bob gave a slow, trembling nod, bringing his hands to your waist. You leaned forward a bit, pressing your lips against his, taking his breath away in one quick moment of time. You could feel his shoulders loosen a little, as he sighed into you, his fingers squeezing your clothed flesh gently, pulling your body closer to his. You broke the kiss first, removing your sweater quickly because you were growing warm extremely quickly, just like Bob you ran hot, but only when you were anticipating something, and this was definitely something you were looking forward to.

You threw the sweater to the side with a sigh, pushing your hair out of your face again as you adjusted yourself, seeing Bob’s eyes following your movements, and tracing over the skin that was revealed to him. The light camisole you wore hugged your figure just enough that he could make out the subtle shape of your breasts beneath it, and in the dimmed hue of the room he could see the way your nipples pebbled against the fabric. Before he could even stop himself, his fingers curled under the hem of the covering.

”Can I…?” His voice trailed off, looking down at you with dazed eyes. You nodded immediately, raising your arms up slightly, feeling the way he peeled the fabric up gently, wanting to drink in every inch of newly exposed skin. He slipped the camisole off you, throwing it to the side to join your sweater now, as his eyes returned to your bare chest.

For a second, it was like he didn’t breathe. His mouth parted slightly, and a stunned silence stretched between you before he managed to snap himself out of the trance your breasts had put him in, clearing his throat.

”You’re so…Beautiful. I mean–I already told you that, but seeing you like this–“ He cut himself off, looking down at himself, flustered, “Makes me feel overdressed.” You let out a small giggle, seeing the blush that crowded his face turn an even deeper red.

”Definitely overdressed.” You agreed, keeping your tone light, coaxing a nervous laugh from him. He ducked his head with a shy huff of breath, his hair falling into his eyes.

”S-Sorry. Didn’t mean to get ahead of myself, I just–“

“Hey,” You interrupted, reaching up to cup his face with both hands, forcing his gaze to stay on yours–his pupils already blown out from seeing your bare chest– as you ran your thumbs along his cheeks, “It’s okay…I like when you know what you want and ask for it. I also don’t mind being underdressed in front of you anyways. You don’t have to apologize, okay?” His lashes fluttered at you, as the tension in his shoulders melted just a little.

“Okay…” He whispered back, giving you a small nod, glancing down at himself. He pulled away from your touch, and with shaky hands, he reached for the zipper of his hoodie, tugging it down before peeling the garment off his arms and shoulders, letting it land in the soft pile of clothes that began to grow at your feet. You watched the slow rise and fall of his chest as he hesitated for only a second more before pulling his plain grey t-shirt off as well, letting it join the abyss below.

The second the fabric cleared his torso, your hands were on him–warm palms pressing against bare skin, tracing up along his ribs and over the planes of his chest, feeling the muscles contract beneath your touch, before bringing them up to rest at his neck. You pulled him down to you, fingers curling into his hair gently, as his lips met yours. The kiss this time was deeper–hungrier and desperate. He opened his mouth to you, feeling your tongue slip in, as your bodies aligned with each other again.

His hand slid up along your side, tracing over your ribs, until it found the curve of your breast, cupping it gently within his large palm. You let out a small moan of approval, your hips shifting slightly at the sensation and shivers that twinged up your spine. His thumb dragged over your nipple, circling it slowly before giving the flesh a soft and careful squeeze, not wanting to be too rough at first, drawing out a hum from you, and another gentle pull of his hair.

Bob pulled away from the kiss with a shaky smile, before peppering kisses along your jaw, and down your neck, carving out a wet path all the way to your chest, going to the breast that he wasn’t kneading with his hand still. His lips brushed over your nipple, testing, and teasing, waiting until you leaned toward him to close his mouth around it. A soft moan escaped the both of you, his breath warm and uneven against your skin as he sucked gently, his tongue moving in slow circles before fluttering along the peak. His other hand continued to palm and knead the other one, fingers teasing until both nipples were stiff beneath his attention. He switched sides, not wanting to neglect the other one, which earned another shocked gasp, feeling how more needy he was growing as he greedily sucked and nibbled. Your fingers laced deeper into his hair, trying to ground yourself when you felt your stomach somersaulting from the sensation of his tongue and mouth working in tandem together. Your words spilled out before you could really think–

“Jesus, Bob…” The moment you spoke he froze, pulling off your nipple with a soft, wet pop, lips shiny and slightly parted as he looked up at you. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes–God, his eyes–were wide and hazy, like he was drunk on you and the taste of your skin.

“Are…Are you okay?” You nodded immediately.

”More than okay.” You replied, as your fingers slid out from his hair to trail down his chest, moving with slow precision as you found the tie at the waistband of his sweatpants, keeping your gaze locked on his. You made quick work of it, undoing the knot in one swift pull before pushing at the fabric so it shifted down his hips, exposing more and more skin to you. He straightened up a little, taking his hand off your breast to push them off his legs completely, kicking them off to the side before mirroring your actions–going for your sweatpants too.

He bent down slightly to push them down your legs, and you took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss from him, catching him off guard. The both of you broke into soft laughter, easing your nerves a bit. Once the sweatpants hit the ground you kicked them off your feet, letting them be banished with the rest of your clothes.

Now in just your underwear, the air between the both of you was thick with anticipation. Your breathing slowed, and deepend, syncing with his as he took you in–really absorbing every inch of skin he could see, battle wounds and all–his gaze lingering everywhere. You let your gaze fall for a moment, catching the shape of him beneath the soft cotton of his boxers. His erection was unmistakable, full and straining against the fabric, the outline was thick and defined, which made you nervous, but also excited. The image alone sent a pulse through your belly, and made your toes curl.

When you looked back up at him, he wasn’t staring at your body anymore, he was watching your face. His expression was so open, so filled with awe and admiration that it nearly made your breath catch in your chest. He reached out, his fingers gently cupping your jaw, his thumb running over the skin, before leaning in to press another kiss to your lips, savouring the moment with a sigh.

Then, without saying a word his hand slipped from your face and slid around your back, while his other arm slid under your thighs, lifting you to him with ease. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carried you the short distance to his bed, throwing the duvet down to the foot of the bed, before lowering you down onto the cool sheets, letting the mattress form around your figure, pushing you up a bit so he could get on top of you.

Bob settled between your thighs with the softest exhale, like he was afraid to ruin the moment by moving too quickly. His knees sank into the mattress, feeling the way your legs guided him closer to you. His hands remained gentle–one braced beside your head, the other holding the side of your hip, absentmindedly tracing circles along it with his thumb.

You tilted your face up to him, and he dipped his head to meet your lips once again. The kiss was slower this time, deep with care and tenderness. You kissed him back with the heat of a thousand suns, your fingers slipping into his hair, pulling him a little closer as your body arched up into his. His hand on your hip drifted up your side, tickling your ribs with the ghosts of his fingertips, letting the intimacy of the moment wrap around you like a second skin.

Then, he pulled back slightly, just far enough to look at you–eyes searching, lips still parted, breath uneven against your mouth. He hesitated for a moment, his thumb brushing idly over your ribs before he finally spoke.

”I-I want to go down on you,” He said quietly, as if the words were sacred to him. His voice was shaky, but you could tell it was just from the nerves that were pulsing through him in those moments, “I want to…Take care of you first…Want to show you how much I’ve been thinking about this…How much I’ve been thinking about you…If that’s okay?” Your heart thudded so loudly in your chest you swore he could hear it. The look on his face–open, vulnerable–was enough to make your breath catch. His words wrapped around you with such warmth that it rooted deep in your body.

You reached up, your fingers curling around the back of his neck, as you whispered.

”That’s more than okay.” He swallowed hard, and then nodded, giving you a small kiss, before drifting down your skin, his lips reaching every inch of you, peppering wet little marks across you, committing every detail to memory. Your hands drifted to his shoulders, brushing across the solid muscles of his back. He kissed your chest, then your ribs, all the way until he reached the edge of your underwear. He paused, lifting his gaze to yours again, just to be sure.

You gave him a small nod, watching his fingers hook under the fabric. He pulled the fabric down your hips, and thighs, as you helped him by pulling each leg out for him. He let out a sigh, looking at your completely bare figure beneath him now, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth for a brief moment before returning to where he was moments ago, putting your legs over his shoulders.

Bob leaned forward, brushing his mouth along your inner thigh, peppering kisses along the skin, memorizing the taste of your skin, inching closer and closer to where you needed him the most. By the time he reached your core, you could feel your whole body pulsing against him, thrumming with anticipation and desperation.

When he finally brought his mouth to your core, he slowly licked upwards, wanting to savour the first time he got to actually taste you. The feeling of it caught you off guard, which drew a soft moan from your lips–broken and boarding on a whimper. His hands tightened at your thighs, holding you closer to him as he licked you again–more firmly this time–his tongue parting you gently, working up to circle around your clit without touching it quite yet. You closed your eyes tightly, reaching down to lace into his soft brown strands of hair. You could feel his eyes on you, watching every reaction that he coaxed out of you. When his mouth finally closed around your clit, your fingers in his hair tightened, hips rolling into him with a gasp.

“F-Fuck…Bob.” You choked out, and that was all he needed.

He groaned softly in response–just hearing your voice sounding so wrecked like that almost destroyed him–and he settled deeper between your thighs. He dragged his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, curling it just right at the tip, then flicking it softly against you until your legs trembled around him. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently, then swirling his tongue with practiced rhythm, giving you just enough then pulling back slightly to tease again, letting you chase the pressure.

Your back arched off the bed slightly, your breath catching in your throat.

”You…Holy fuck Bob…” You whined, not being able to find the words in your vocabulary because your brain was melting from the intense pressure that was building in your stomach. The way you said his name had him clutching at your thighs tighter, grounding himself as he buried his face against you more, like a man starved. He moaned softly, sending another wave of heat through your core, the vibration making you gasp. His tongue flicked, circled, and flattened, lavishing you with such deliberate devotions which drew you closer and closer to the edge.

He shifted slightly, and took one of his hands off your hip, bringing it between your thighs as he adjusted his other hand so it was splayed out along your belly. He traced his fingers through your wetness, dragging two of them along your entrance, teasing for just a second before gently slipping them inside. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan as you looked down at him, seeing how focused he was on pleasing you, his eyes glistening with such intensity that you felt like you were going to die.

His fingers moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the slight stretch they provided, before curling them slightly, finding the spot inside you that made your back arch off the bed, crying out as your legs tightened around his head. He didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate, he just groaned again, like your pleasure was the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Oh my god–Bob–Bob please don’t stop…Don’t stop.” You begged, your voice breathless, and trembling on every syllable. Your fingers gripped his hair even tighter, as you felt the orgasm cresting with a pressure so intense it stole the air from your lungs. Your body was unraveling, and your muscles were tightening like a wire drawn taut. He felt it–he felt the way your walls began to pulse around his fingers, the way your hips started to jerk–and he doubled down, curling his fingers harder, sucking your clit in time with your shattering moans.

“Come for me,” He whispered against you, voice wrecked, barely audible but so sure. “Please. I want to feel it.” You broke apart beneath him with a cry, your thighs clamping around his head as your body seized, pleasure rocketing through you in waves so intense they left your limbs shaking. Your core pulsed around his fingers, your back arching off the mattress as you rode out the release, breath stuttering through sobs of ecstasy.

Bob held you through it, fingers still moving slowly inside you as his mouth gently eased off, switching to open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, grounding you, kissing you through the aftershocks. He watched your body tremble beneath him, his own breath ragged with awe.

Finally, when you dropped back onto the mattress with a long, shaky sigh, he pulled his fingers from you slowly, kissing your hip one more time before crawling up over your body. His skin was flushed, his mouth was wet and glistening with your arousal, and his eyes were glazed and dark with want–but there was so much tenderness in his face that it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, before pulling back to caress your cheek, his thumb running just below your eye.

”Are you okay? Did I–“ You cupped his face, and pulled him back down to you, kissing him again, interrupting the words that were about to fall out of his mouth. He let a soft moan against your lips, before you slowly pulled back.

”You did…Absolutely amazing Bob. So fucking amazing.” Bob’s breath hitched the moment you said it, and you watched the praise ripple through him like a tide, flooding his expression with something raw and deeply earnest. He looked almost overwhelmed, like he didn’t know what to do with that kind of affirmation, but he was appreciative of it regardless.

You gave him a second to breathe, brushing his hair back gently from his flushed forehead as he hovered over you, gaze still fixed on your face like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Then you tilted your head toward his ear, your voice soft and steady.

“My turn.”

Bob blinked, his lips parting slightly. “Y-You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” You cut him off gently, placing your palms on his chest and guiding him down onto his back. “I really want to.”

He let you maneuver him without resistance, collapsing onto the pillows as you crawled over him, straddling his thighs with slow, deliberate movements that kept his eyes trained on you. Your fingers trailed down his torso, grazing the firm lines of his chest and stomach, watching as his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

When you shifted lower, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, he let out a sharp breath.

“Wait—” He said quickly, sitting up on one elbow, using his other hand to catch your wrist. “I–shit–I want you to just–just use your hands, okay?” You blinked at him, a little surprised by the request and the sudden interruption.

“Why?” You asked gently. His face flushed harder, eyes dropping to the sheets for a second before he met your gaze again, voice low and a little sheepish.

”Because I’m gonna end up finishing too fast if you use your mouth..And I don’t want to finish unless it’s inside you.” He admitted, his breath unsteady. Your thighs flinched at his words, leaving you staggered. You weren’t expecting it, not from him. Not from soft-spoken, anxious, stammering Bob…But then again he had just given you the best orgasm in the world…So he did have a bit more of a wilder side to him that evidently he only reserved for you at this point.

”…Okay.” You whispered, leaning in to kiss him once more, before easing down his body again. Your fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, and you eased them down his hips, eyes never leaving his as you exposed him to the cool air. His cock was thick and flushed, twitching slightly with need, already glistening at the tip with precum. The sight of him made your mouth go dry, and your stomach turn. You wrapped your fingers around him slowly, watching the way his jaw tightened at your touch, his head falling back against the pillow with a soft moan. Your hand moved in slow, steady strokes, twisting gently at the tip, your palm slick from how worked up he already was.

“Oh…Oh god you’re going to ruin me.” He rasped, breathlessly. You leaned over him, your free hand braced against his chest as you shifted to straddle his thighs properly. The weight of you over him made his eyes flutter open again. His hands went to your hips, as if just having you there made him feel steadier. Then without warning, he looked up at you with glassy eyes and spoke.

“C-Can I sit up against the headboard?” His voice was rough with need, but still gentle—like he didn’t want to disrupt the closeness, only deepen it.

You nodded immediately, helping guide him as he adjusted, both of you moving slowly so nothing between you was rushed. You cradled his shoulders as he shifted upward, his back settling against the cold wood of the headboard with a relieved exhale. The lamp’s soft glow painted his chest in gold, and his hair was a little messy from where your fingers had run through it, his mouth still parted as he looked at you with awe.

You straddled his lap again, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of him as he pulled you closer again. His head tilted forward and he pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses to your chest, lips finding your breast again like he needed it, sucking gently over the flesh, making sure to leave a mark before pausing to let his breath fan across your skin. All the while, your hand kept moving—slow, slick, steady. You felt him throb in your palm, the heat of him pulsing like a second heartbeat. You could hear him panting, but he didn’t tell you to stop, so you continued until he pulled back from your chest completely, his pupils blown wide with something molten in his expression.

”Y/N, spit in my mouth…” He whispered, “I want all of you…I want everything. I want you in every part of me…Please.” He added, his voice on the edge of a whimper. Your breath caught at his words, not from surprise or shock but from the vulnerability the words had to them. His need wasn’t crude…It was devotional, like it was the only way he knew how to show you how dedicated he was.

You nodded once, slowly, with your eyes locked on his. Your free hand came up to cradle his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly beneath his eye before gently tilting his head back, exposing his throat to you. He kept his gaze on you, wide-eyed and trembling as you leaned over him, still stroking his cock while doing so.

With your lips parted and breath warm, you let a slow, steady thread of saliva slip from your mouth–down past his lips and onto his waiting tongue. He didn’t flinch, he just accepted it with a shuddering breath, swallowing it right when it made contact. A flush bloomed even more across his neck and chest. You smiled down at him, seeing how satisfied he looked. He took a deep breath, then surged forward, one arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed you, open and warm, with his lips parting against yours like he wanted to thank you with his whole body.

You deepened the kiss, your chest pressing flush to his as he held you in his lap, the heat of his body radiating against yours like a shell. His hands roamed over your back, your waist, everywhere he could reach, but it wasn’t frantic—it was gentle and slow, like he was memorizing you by feeling alone. And then you pulled back, just enough to speak, your lips barely brushing his.

“I need you inside me.”

The words left you in a whisper, but they hit him like a lightning strike. Bob’s breath stuttered, and his eyes fluttered open to meet yours—glazed, dazed, and swimming in something so deep it made your spine curl. He nodded, a little frantic, the motion jerky as he grasped at your hips again, steadying you, grounding himself.

“You sure?” He asked, drawing his brows together, his voice hoarse, wanting to be sure you were on board with this completely. You nodded, kissing him one more time.

”Never been more sure.” You adjusted your hips with care, steadying yourself as you guided him to your entrance, the tip of him hot and slick against you. Bob’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing hard at your waist as he tried to hold himself still, trying not to rush you. You watched his jaw tense, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you slowly began to sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he filled you completely.

The stretch made your thighs tremble and your breath catch, and Bob let out a strangled groan that vibrated through his whole chest. His head fell back against the headboard with a soft thump, eyes fluttering closed as he murmured something that sounded like your name paired with the words oh my God. You sat there a moment, your hands planted on his chest, letting your bodies adjust, feeling the twitch of him inside you, the way he was already pulsing with restraint.

And then you began to move.

It was slow at first, just the tiniest grind of your hips forward and back, your slick heat stroking along his length. His eyes cracked open, dazed and glassy, like he couldn’t believe this was real. He brought his hands to your hips, guiding you gently, letting you take what you needed at your own pace, and in your own way.

You moved together like a heartbeat–slow, steady, with increasing intensity.

Bob’s hands slid up your back, then down again to cup your ass, helping you ride him deeper, pushing you just enough to make your breath hitch with every descent. His moans became more frequent, low and helpless against your skin, and he whispered your name like a prayer, again and again, until it bled into the rhythm of your bodies.

“God–you feel so good–so so good,” he rasped against your neck. “I don’t think I can–oh shit–”

Your hips were moving faster now, desperation threading into every motion. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, your quiet moans, and his ragged breathing. You felt like you were both on fire���burning, blindingly alive.

And then, suddenly, Bob shifted.

Without warning, he gripped your thighs and flipped you, your back hitting the mattress with a gasp. Before you could say anything, he was there—above you—sliding back into you in one fluid, aching thrust. You cried out, your hands gripping his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him in closer.

Bob moaned softly, burying his face into your neck as his hips snapped forward with more force now, losing the gentle rhythm he had from before, exchanging it for something deeper, and more primal. One of his hands found yours and squeezed it tight, pressing it against the pillow beside your head, while the other shot out grip the headboard so he could brace himself.

And then the sound hit.

CRACK.

You barely registered it at first–you were too lost in the crescendo building inside your body, the way he filled you so perfectly, the way your name fell from his lips like he was worshiping you with every thrust. But his body shuddered on top of you, his hips jerking erratically now, the pace stuttering as he reached the edge.

“Oh God–God–Y/N–”

He moaned loudly, something close to a gasp punched from his lungs as his hips slammed into you one final time, and his whole body locked up. His hand crushed the top of the headboard–literally splintering the wood under his palm as he came inside you with a broken, breathless cry. You felt the wave of it, the way he pulsed deep inside, the warmth of him spilling into you, and it sent you hurtling over the edge too, your climax crashing through your limbs like a wave snapping every nerve awake. You cried out beneath him, your nails dragging down his back, your body seizing around him.

Bob collapsed, trembling, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, his breath hot and wild against your collarbone. His hair was a complete mess, damp and tangled and wild across your skin. He was heavy and shaking, still buried inside you, both of you locked in the aftermath–too breathless to speak. You could feel his heart pounding against you–where his chest was pressed against yours.

Then slowly, you felt him lift his head from your shoulder, his cheeks a complete crimson now, lips parted as he gazed down at you with those shimmering blue eyes again, like he was trying to comprehend what just happened.

In those moments he leaned forward and kissed you, like he was saying thank you, or maybe he was trying to determine if this really was happening. You kissed him back with the same softness he gave you, your fingers pushing his hair back from his face. He sighed, and pulled back from your lips, his gaze raising slightly. You could see his mouth drop open slightly, and his eyes went wide.

”…What?” You asked, your brows drawing together in confusion. He didn’t answer. Instead, he gently reached up and tilted your chin, guiding your gaze upward–and that’s when you saw it.

A clean, jagged split ran right down the center of the wooden headboard. Splintered and cracked like lightning had struck it from above. Your mouth parted in shock, and for a beat neither of you said anything.

Then you laughed.

It started soft–with disbelief and surprise–but quickly turned into full, breathless giggles that made your body shake. Bob buried his face in your neck again, groaning quietly.

“At least we still have my bed to move to,” You teased, stroking his hair to calm him down from the embarrassment he was probably feeling. “But maybe we should…I don’t know…Get things that don’t break so easily?”

Bob groaned again into your skin, and you could hear the shy smile behind it. “Y-Yeah…Yeah, maybe,” He mumbled, barely audible.

You could feel the heat creeping back into his cheeks.

“Though…” He added after a pause, voice muffled and sheepish, “If sex is always gonna be like that… I-I don’t think it’ll matter what it’s made of…” You smirked, pushing him off his shoulder so you could look at him–and the adorable way he immediately avoided your gaze. Your heart swelled.

“Sounds like a good time to me,” You whispered, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead before pressing a kiss to it.

Eventually, you cleaned yourselves up, and shifted to your bed, sliding in under the fresh sheets, tucking yourselves into each other. Bob curled around you protectively, your bodies bare and warm together, with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, nose buried into your hair. You fell asleep like that–saturated in the safety of each other, breath syncing, hearts still fluttering.

——————

The morning sunlight slipped gently into the room, illuminating the soft gold glow of the lamp you’d forgotten to turn off.

You were the first to stir.

Bob’s arms were still locked around you, holding you like he thought you might disappear. You turned in his embrace, resting your palm against his chest, letting your fingers trace lazy circles along his sternum, and the little scars that he had around that area that were barely noticeable. His eyes fluttered open not long after, blinking slowly until they found yours.

“Morning,” You whispered.

“Hi…” He whispered back, his voice gravelly from, as one hand moved to push your hair out of your face with the backs of his fingers. “You’re still here.”

You smiled. “Of course I am.”

He returned a smile back to you, cupping your cheek gently before leaning in to kiss you–sleepy and sweet, his soft lips barely moving, while his nose brushed against yours. He pulled back slowly, letting his thumb trace your lower lip. You kissed the pad of it, with a sweet smirk.

”I could stay like this forever,” He murmured, trailing his touch down to the side of your neck, taking in the image of you in front of him, making sure he would remember this moment. You tilted your head into his hand, staring up at him with your heart pounding against your chest.

”Me too.” He grinned, just a little. The kind of grin that was half love-drunk and half processing the events that happened last night, then you remembered what you were going to talk to him about yesterday when you came back to the room, before you found his note.

”Hey I was actually going to tell you something when I came back to the room,” You began, already laughing at the story, seeing the way his attention was on you, hanging off of every word “During training yesterday evening, Yelena and Bucky gave me the third degree abo-“ Just as you were about to tell him you heard Yelena’s voice coming from an already opening door.

”Y/N, missed tra-OH MY GOD! HOLY CRAP!” You jolted, the covers pulling up to your chest as Bob yelped and scrambled to sit up behind you, wide-eyed and clutching the sheets. In the doorway, Yelena stood with her hands over her eyes, then immediately turned and bolted out again.

”I KNEW IT! BUCKY I TOLD YOU!” She yelled. The both of you glanced over at each other.

”…I’m assuming they gave you…The third degree about us?” Bob asked, finishing the sentence you were about to say before the interruption.

“Yeah…” You whispered under your breath, trying to suppress a laugh.

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Encoded Chronicles: Characters

Masterlist

Meet the Cast of Ashes Between Us

Phoenix

Name: Touya Todoroki

Alias: Phoenix

Quirk: Blue flame

Age / DOB: 23-24 / January 18

Looks: Link | Link | Extra

Family: Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki

Height: 176cm (5’9”)

Genesis

Name: Yoru Shimura

Alias: Genesis

Quirk: Float and Decay

~ She can suspend herself in the air ~ She has a five-point touch quirk that decays whatever she touches- unlike Tenko/Tomura however, she can undo some of the damage she causes

Age / D.O.B: 23-24 / August 2

Looks: Link

Family: Nao Magi-Tsukauchi, Naomasa Tsukauchi (stepfather), Hana Shimura, Tenko Shimura, Mako Magi, Chizuo Magi, Nana Shimura, Kotaro Shimura (deceased)

Height: 167cm (5'6")

Omen

Name: Eto Midoriya

Alias: Omen

Quirk: Copy

~Can permanently copy quirks par mutation types, it is unknown why she had this quirk as DNA suggests she is biologically Inko and Hisashi's

~She cannot take quirks, but she can disregard quirks from her arsenal that she deems unsuitable for herself

Age / D.O.B: 21 / October 31

Looks: Link

Family: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Izumi Midoriya and Hisashi Midoriya

Height: 170cm (5'7")

Jackal

Name: Izumi Midoriya

Alias: Jackal

Quirk: Telekinesis

~ Unlike their mother her telekinesis has a much broader and stronger spectrum

~ Though she starts as a general student a surprise transfer and her twin's excitement leads her to enjoy this new career path

Age / D.O.B: 16 / July 15

Looks: Link

Family: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya (twin), Eto Midoriya and Hisashi Midoriya

Height: 166cm (5'5")

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Encoded Chronicles

Masterlist | AO3 Link

Characters: Touya Todoroki, Yoru Shimura, Eto Midoriya & Izumi Midoriya Oneshots: Moments - It’s moments like this that make it worth it

Touya Todoroki, known as the pro hero Phoenix, was secretly taken by the Hero Commission after his quirk went haywire. Presumed dead by his family, he was healed, trained, and sent undercover as Dabi in the League of Villains. His mission: dismantle the League from within while hoping to save some of its members and return safe and sound to his girlfriend, Yoru Shimura- pro hero Genesis. As Touya navigates the villainous world, he uncovers secrets about Shigaraki’s true identity, his possible relation to Touya’s partner and All for One’s manipulations. His ultimate goal is to reunite with his family and help Yoru’s family become whole again.

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Moments

Masterlist

It’s moments like this that make it worth it

Warnings: soft gentle SMUT MDNI | Dabi / Touya Todoroki x OC Genesis / Yoru Shimura

Notes: where Dabi is a hero deep undercover but still gets some time with his partner

After a long stretch of being deep undercover Touya liked doing three things.

Peeling off the fake scars on his face and arms.

Taking a long hot shower.

And being with his significant other.

What he did with her varied depending on time and emotional well-being sometimes they curled up on the couch with take out and a good film, other nights he was balls deep and seeing stars.

He can’t say he hated the nights where he got to take his time with her, where he could just be with her.

He’d been in on the long con for so long it was nice to just be himself (but fuck he couldn’t wait for the day where he could destroy the commission and the leash they kept on him).

“What are you thinking about Touya?” Cerulean met Ruby in the mirror as her arms wrapped around his bare, scarred, waist. Her partially gloved, pale fingers danced along the waistband of his sweats as she waited for his answer.

She who had been with him through thick and thin. She who held him whenever it became too much, who kissed away the pain and agony of this god awful pretend he was forced to play… he wanted his family to know he was alive so bad but instead he had her and he loved her to the moon and back plus one.

He spun in her arms, cerulean eyes taking in those once cloud grey eyes, the freshly dyed night black of her hair and that mole under the right side of her mouth.

He had a theory that he had yet to share with her… that he doesn’t know if he ever will until he gets confirmation…

“This was a harder stretch.” He admits, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How was work?”

“A little girl got her quirk and blew up a building today.” She offers a non-committal shrug. “Anything I can do to help?”

Kids were always a soft spot for them both, for different and yet similar reasons. For him it was the neglect and yet constant pushing from Endeavour that was more than likely being pushed onto Shoto, for her it was the abuse her father brought upon her and her siblings… specifically her brother and his quirk awakening.

“Yoru.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “When don’t you help?”

“Is it a cuddle night? I found a pre-quirk movie that looks good.” She smiles, both of them just a little tired. But they were both heroes, this was their job. “What take out do you want tonight?”

“Pizza.” He states and kisses her forehead again as she pulls back, hand reaching for the phone in her back pocket. “And if you’re up for it… I would really, really love to make love to you tonight.”

“Make love?” She raises a perfect black brow before snorting. “Did you miss me or something?”

“Yeah I did. I don’t want to fuck you tonight Yoru.” He admits, hands now resting on her hips. “I want to feel you, to be with you, to hold you.”

“Then have me.” She tilts her head up, the shoulder length bob of wavy darkness falling away to show off the expanse of neck that connects to her jaw- right where his teeth would graze and she would offer airy moans each time. 

He felt his cock stir as he pictured exactly what he wanted to do to Yoru Shimura.

The kiss was gentle, teeth barely grazing the plump flesh of lips, tongues dancing against one another with each and every step back towards their bed. His hands remained on her hips while Yoru’s hands cradled his jaw, careful of his piercings, before moving to the base of his skull where she could tug at his dyed black hair.

He wanted to laugh at the stray thought, that they both hid the pale colour beneath a night black sky, her white tinged with blue while his was snow.

Touya’s hand trailed lower, to the hem of her blue nightdress- something short to combat the heat outside, something short so he could have all the access he desired.

That nightdress was removed quickly, the straps fallen from her shoulders as she pushed it down until it pooled at her ankles like a puddle.

Yoru’s hands were back on Touya, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his torso, some dark while others pale, scars the commission couldn’t fix but scars she loved and in turn he grew to appreciate. Then they returned to his waistband, waiting for permission to push his sweats down even though he’d forgone waiting when he pushed down her underwear.

“I love you.” He said against her lips.

“I love you more.” Yoru replied against his.

He truly loved her, really and truely. He hated that he had to be away from her for so long but these moments right now made waiting to come home worth it.

“To the moon and back.” His sweats were pushed down his legs.

“Plus one.” Yoru kissed him again.

She pulled back, climbing into their bed and laying in the centre, waiting for Touya to make a move.

So he did.

Crawling over towards her, his lips pressing heated kisses to her skin starting at her knee and working up.

Touya caved, teeth biting the soft flesh of her thigh before his tongue soothed it over and then again and again, leaving a trail of marks just for him.

Yoru’s thighs were spread, his breath ghosting over her awaiting cunt as he debated on what to do next.

He could spend days between her thighs if he was allowed that pleasure, but he truely, truely craved to be enveloped by her more than anything right now.

So Touya pressed a kiss to her clit making Yoru’s breath hitch before he continued up again, teeth nipping and sucking at the soft skin of her stomach, tongue tracing the scar on her sternum. His warm hands found her breasts quickly, massaging them with practiced but needy ease.

He kissed each breast, kissed that scar on her sternum, kissed her neck and jaw and cheek before he kissed her again, one arm moving to hold his weight while the other caressed her cheek.

“I missed you so much.” Touya said as that hand caressing her face travelled down until his fingers were gliding through already soaked folds. “You missed me too I see.”

“Of course I missed you Touya. I always do.” Her breath hitched again as his ring and middle fingers rub her clit in slow torturous circles before dipping down into her heat and entering her. “Fuck Touya.”

“Hmm call my name flame. I’m yours my love.” He was breathy and needy and entirely hers with each new word.

“Touya.” Her hands grasped his arms- arms no longer covered in that dark second-skin that mimicked the scars he once had. Arms with defined and lean muscle that often bore the brunt of her nails- even the little and ring fingers that were always covered by an artists glove.

He needed her, now.

That was his only thought as he pulled his hand away, her needy hiss only spurring him on as he grasped at his cock and guided himself into her.

Stars.

He was seeing fucking stars and had no doubts she was too with the soft moaning and hitches of breath that always accompanied her pleasure. Don’t get him wrong he loved when her moans were loud and possessive but sometimes he liked these moments like her needy sounds were just for him.

A tentative rock of his hips had Yoru’s arms wrapping around his neck.

“That good flame?” He teased halfheartedly. She felt amazing, was amazing in every single way.

“Yes Touya, you can move more I’m okay.” That was all he needed as he began a steady pace, thrusting into her with rolling hips rather than quick hard ones.

This was about them having time together, about loving one another not the stresses of their jobs or the desperate need of release.

Touya’s forehead pressed against Yoru’s, their noses brushing with each thrust and panting breaths fanning over the other as soft, sweet pleasure enveloped them both. He began rubbing her clit just as she lifted her leg up, that slight change in angle drawing out the most beautiful of moans from her.

This next kiss was more passionate, heated and maybe a little floaty (she defiantly didn’t become near weightless beneath him no not at all) as the peak of their pleasure began tumbling forward. Somehow this soft passionate moment was more powerful than any other time they had been intimate.

Their orgasms’s fell over them like rushing waves, hips bucking against each other out of beat until they couldn’t take it anymore.

“Flame?” He asked once he’d caught his breath.

“Hmm?” She sounded a little sleepy but content as her fingers traced up and down on his spine in a soothing motion.

“Let me do aftercare and then I’ll order pizza.”

“Sounds good baby.” She hummed as he pulled away, that sticky white mess metween them almost making him want to take her again.

Maybe later, after they’d had their dinner and cuddles… maybe later he’ll take her again, let her ride him- or his face- and let the world fade to black as he shared this rare moment with her.

With his hero and the love of his life.

Vaguely he remembers the small box he has hidden in the apartment, once this undercover mission was good and done nothing would stop him from getting on one knee and asking the one question he wanted to ask her for the last few years now.

He knows she’d say yes… but he still wants the moment to be perfect just like this was.

But everything with Yoru Shimura was perfect in Touya Todoroki’s eyes.

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Okay I’m getting back into my crossover era with Jackal, Phoenix and Necrosis but I have a question

Firstly- context and clarification- Izumi is NOT a genderbent Izuku they are each others twins that survived in alternate worlds and yes eventually she may date Tenko &/or Touya

Or I can keep it flirty and she can eventually date someone else or either two below I guess

1. Her ���Dekusquad” in Class A is Shinsou, Monoma and Kirishima

2. Shinsou and Monoma are her first friends

3. Kirishima and her met right before going into the exam and is the first one nice to her in class besides Shinsou and Monoma

Bakugou is in Class B and there is no Shoto in this world (am sorry but that just means when the crossover happens you get emotional Touya)

She and Bakugou become amicable during first year because he will become a good person who knows how to actually apologise and he never told her to take a swan dive so… dating however I can't see but whatever the poll says I guess goes

Anyway why do I want her to date someone while at UA?

Because I crave the “she isn’t your girl anymore so keep your hands off” from Touya or Tenko or hell even Bakugou just so we can see said EX’s version in the canon verse be like I DATE WHO 😂😂

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That one night in Atlanta

Masterlist

Lili hasn’t seen Alex in four years, since Vietnam and that immediate attraction, it seems, still lingered

Warnings: Smut | Alex Summers x FemOC

Notes: Lili is Peter’s cousin from a previous one shot - don’t do what Alex & Lili do -> wrap it before you tap it even when drunk

Liliana Eisenhardt, a twenty-six year old woman who’s Polish accent hadn’t dimmed since her move to Washington DC when she was five.

Lili, a Polish woman who had been one of the many mutants forced to follow America into the Vietnam war- though she was there as a young twenty-two year old nurse stationed in the Mutants tent… as a science experiment for her mutation and to test the others like her.

It’s where she first met Alexander Summers, or well Alex as he had officially introduced himself and told her many a time to refer to him as instead of Summers. The day she finally caved had been the first time they spoke properly, the first time any of them had seen her use that mutation of hers (and on a scientist who had tried to call for help at that).

Lili shot back the cold burning liquid as she drowned out the shit day she had had. Another place of work declining her for being a Mutant. It was getting annoying.

She’d come all the way to Atlanta, hoping to transfer universities as she aimed for her doctorate in Physics (and Education), and get a paid internship at a local high school. But oh no- her file stated she was one of the mutants selected for Vietnam some four years ago so we can’t have the likes of you here.

It was fucking stupid.

“Tough day?” She blinked, recognition setting in as she turned to the voice. What was previously sand blond slicked back hair with buzzed down sides was now light brown and sweeping by his jaw. Blue eyes watching her carefully as she took him in.

“I’d say utter shit Summers.” She said finally, spinning on the bar chair to greet him properly.

“Looks it Eisenhardt.” He remembered her- honestly that surprised her, she never thought she was that memorable even with her copper hair and green eyes and yet he proved her wrong. “Saw you across the room, wanted to double check it was you though.”

“You’d be correct. Still Lili.” She smiled, head nodding to the bar. “You here for drinks with friends or..?”

“Just me unfortunately. Was doing some work here and decided I deserved a drink before I go home in the next few days.” He sat himself in the seat beside hers. “You?”

“Well I had hoped I’d be able to transfer universities so I could do a paid internship but.. they looked at my file and well ‘we can’t have one of your folk here’ so I also deserved a drink… or five.” Alex winced sympathy written all over that ungodly handsome face.

Instead of saying anything more he nodded to the barkeep. They both really needed a fucking drink.

Alex Summers couldn’t forget her even if he tried. The soft spoken nurse who always patched him and his team up, who never judged them, who only smiled when he and the others talked about their mutations. The young woman he was barely six years older than who was also secretly a mutant just like them.

And though it was hard to forget the way the bed slid across the room to slam into the man trying to run for help.. not for them but for Striker it was those green eyes, the crinkling of her nose when she smiled and that gorgeous copper hair that remained tucked in his mind.

Four years later and she was still stunning.

Four years later and they were in her hotel room lips locked in some heated battle that he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

Lili’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging softly as he lifted her, hands grasping her thighs tight while he stumbled towards her bed. The fall into the sheets was not graceful in the slightest.

Hands wandered the expanse of thigh covered by tight denim with a groan, raising higher until one hand found her knee and the other her ass - and fuck what an ass she has. He groaned again into the kiss.

It didn’t take long before clothes began flying, before he got those tight jeans off and his mouth began watering at the sight of the woman beneath him.

Above him.

Kisses nipped down his throat and collarbone as she flipped them both, giving him a view he’d only dreamed of- it was infinitely better in reality.

There was no sweet teasings or foreplay as her hand grasped his cock, lining him beneath her entrance as she knelt over him. Alex couldn’t keep his hands off of her, couldn’t help that sharp smack he landed against her ass before moving up to massage her breasts, to pull her down for another kiss.

They moaned into the kiss as Lili sunk down, hips flush against his own. She started with slow circles, getting used to him, taking him in full. Then Alex’s hands grabbed her hips as he bent his knees up behind her and thrust upwards, another moan being taken from her.

Hips met in sharp, deep thrusts, them moving together at what felt like an ungodly pace.

“Fuck, Alex.” She whimpered as the powerful man flipped them once more. Her legs tucked around his waist, copper hair flung around her like a halo as she tilted her head back. Shit he felt so good, fucked her so good. She whined out his name again as he nipped at her jaw the same way Lili had done to him.

“Lili.” He grunted in her ear. “Come on baby first one of the night yeah- good girl.”

Her core tightened, a twisted feeling in her chest both making her feel concerned and far too lightheaded to care as something crumbled to nothing beside them- matter manipulation really was a bitch.

“Alex.” She bucked up, white hot pleasure seizing her.

Holy shit she had never cum so fast before. It had been barely fifteen minutes since they entered the apartment. Fucking hell Alex was a God.

With a final thrust from Alex he followed suit, and both their chests heaving he fell forward onto her- rolling to the side soon after.

“Holy fuck.” Liliana said finally, head rolling to the side to look up at the energy converting mutant.

“Good?”

“I’ve never cum… so fast wow.” Alex just chuckled into her hair. “But… you said first of the night?”

“Ah. We don’t have to go again Lili…”

She snorted and shuffled down the bed, kissing his chest, his stomach, his abdomen as she went. He groaned as she settled between his legs.

“Oh I very much want to go again.”

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The truth doesn’t hurt

Masterlist

Peter, after a realisation with his cousin, finally tells Erik the truth- and it’s a better reaction than he expected.

Warnings: none | cousin OC

Peter stared down at his cousin’s son, the six year old babbling about his newest obsession while Lili cooked the trio dinner. James, like Peter, was growing up without a father- and just like Peter it wasn’t really by choice and for some reason that stung more than usual today. His heart ached for his cousins because he realised something… Peter at current had the choice to change that.

Erik Lensherr is his father. Magneto is his dad.

According to Liliana at least James’ father isn’t a major terrorist so points to her he guesses.

He blinks down at the kid who is now staring blankly at the TV, a long day at school finally catching up to him again it seems.

“Pietro, James. Dinner!” Lili called, that soft polish accent loud and clear as she did (the proud Eisenhardt accent Peter’s uncle- his mums brother and Lili’s dad- would say)

“Coming Mama.” James called back.

Peter zipped the two into the kitchen, James giggling like a madman as he did, settling them in for dinner.

“Thanks for watching him today Pete.” Lili said for what was probably the tenth time since she came home from work. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m perfectly fine.” He said at what many would say was a fast tempo (which he would then say it was Andante at most thank you).

“Because you haven’t said a word since James started talking about dinosaurs and you love those giant lizards Kyzun.”

“Ah.”

“Pete quiet today.” James interrupted, food being shovelled into his face at an alarming rate- where Lili definitely didn’t shoot him a scathing glare at that. Peter only shoots one back that says *after James goes to bed*.

And so he waits till then to ask for her opinion on his troubles.

“Just been thinking.” He admits and waits for the usual teasing jab they would share but she’s quiet, listening. “I have the chance to tell Erik he’s my father and I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Why is that?” Liliana asks with a frown.

“I don’t know… I’m scared?” He shrugs. “Either he’ll think I want to replace Nina or he’ll hate me because I’m.. well I’m not the best son in the world so…”

“I’ll rip him to shreds if he thinks that. Peter there isn’t anything wrong with you for one and for another you know it’s the right thing to tell him.” Lili pats his arm. “You said family is important to him yeah?”

Peter nods slowly.

“Then let him know he isn’t alone.”

“I know I should… but what if Erik is already gone when I get back to the mansion?”

“Then you make the bald man find him and you tell Erik everything. You make sure he doesn’t leave until you tell him.”

Peter stands, pushing down those nerves threatening to stop him for the thousandth time.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Give me a call tomorrow about it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His palms were so fucking sweaty.

Like really fucking sweaty. Worse than Alex trying to drill Scott on the plasma beams and accidentally burning a few (a lot of) really expensive antiques and then Charles going on a rager about how fucking stupid this idea to train inside the house, away from the bunker, was while Kurt stared into your soul for ruining a perfectly good book case… no his brain was not trying to plan an escape route.

His knuckles hit the door before he knew it, three sharp knocks surprising even himself as he heard the door unlock and creak open.

“Peter.” Erik said as way of greeting.

“Hey Erik.” Peter said in kind. “Uh…”

“Do you need something?”

“No-yes… yes I need some help.” His shoulders dropped. “It’s really important and uh.. can I come in?”

Erik frowned in contemplation before moving to the side. Peter was never this… scared to look someone in the eye and Erik was half ready to call out for Charles should the boy do or say something worrying or dare he say stupid.

“How can I be of help?” Erik asked after some long seconds of silence. He was notably irritated which only made Peter more nervous, he felt sick even.

“I was babysitting my cousin’s kid and I got to thinking… he’s gonna grow up like me.” He started, easing into the plan he had haphazardly thrown together.

Erik’s irritated stare softened a little. Peter was sharing personal information, according to Charles Peter didn’t like to share that sort of thing unless it was something… fun.

“Like you?” The metalokinetic prodded.

“Without a father figure.” Peter gulped. “And like me it’s not really on purpose. Neither of our dads even know we exist but Lili… she wants James’ dad to know- she just doesn’t know how to find him and she fucking tried.”

“I do hope she can find him then. I imagine anyone would want to know if they had a child. I certainly would… family is important no matter the circumstances.” Erik sat on his bed, patting it down for Peter to join him.

“You would want to know?” The speedster said quietly. Erik only nodded. “I found my dad.”

Erik’s brows rose, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s excellent, no? Have you told him?”

“I haven’t, I’m just… I’m scared.”

And though Erik still wandered why Peter came to him, thought he could be of any help he placed a hand on the twenty-six year old’s shoulder and squeezed. “Why?”

“He’s a… powerful mutant… Because he lost his new family not that long ago. Because he scares a lot of people.”

“Does he scare you?”

“Not anymore.” Erik nodded again. “What would… how would you react if I came up to you and said hey… I’m your son and I’m twenty-six but you’re my dad!”

Erik frowned, not expecting that kind of question.

“Well I would not be disappointed. Perhaps miffed I did not know sooner and angry that I hadn’t been there for you because and know this Peter I would have raised you.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened, something shining by the corner of one that Erik suspected was a tear and his heart well… it aches for the man.

“Do I know your father?” Peter seemed to freeze at that before tentatively nodding. “Practice what you want to say, with me I mean.”

Why was Erik doing this for him? Peter was so confused and yet relieved all at once before snorting out a laugh. He nodded and turned to face him.

“Twenty-eight years ago you met my mother. Dated for a little under two years and after your break up and her move to America she found out she was pregnant with me and my twin sister… my mama is Polish you see so I actually have a traditional name- Pietro.” The slight crease in Erik’s brow told Peter that something had started to click. “She decided to americanise our names for school but anyway… her name was Ma..”

Peter gulped.

“Ma?” The former terrorist tried to joke, to make Peter feel better. “You’re doing well so far Peter, a strong start.”

“Her name was Magda Eisenhardt.“

Erik felt a twist in his chest, a lurch in his gut. He knew that name.

Peter’s mother is Polish… Peter’s real name is Pietro- a name he and his former partner had cooed over once they heard it. Magda… Magda Eisenhardt.

Peter’s silence seemed to be louder than any other sound, than when Banshee would scream or when any explosions echoed.

“But… Maximoff?”

“Mama remarried, we took his name and now I have a little sister.” Peter said quickly. “Her name is Anya but my twin is Wendy which is actually-”

“Wanda?” Erik pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “Like Magda’s mother’s name.”

“Yeah.” Peter relaxed into his father’s hold.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish… I wish you had told me sooner I would have-”

“Stayed?” Peter quipped.

“Yes. I would have tried to stay.”

“Don’t force yourself to stay.”

“I have a son… a daughter.” Erik pulled back, looking at Peter- Pietro… he looks like Magda, he looks like him. “I still have family.”

“Yeah. Yeah you do.”

After moments passed and both men had taken deep breaths Erik asked quietly.

“Your cousin? Is she Aleksey’s daughter or through your step father’s sibling?”

“Uncle Aleksey is still alive and kicking but yeah Liliana is his. He’s still a great brother for ma…”

“And she has a son?”

“James.” Peter smiles brightly. “A six year old with more energy than me some days.”

“I think.” Erik starts. “If you’d allow it I’d like to get to know you, your sister- my daughter- and your family if they would too.”

Peter smiles. He hadn’t expected the immediate warmth, the utter joy on his fathers face the fact that Erik didn’t think he was trying to replace Nina.

Lili was so going to make fun of them both for crying on each others shoulders.

Worth it!

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Other accounts: @aarcanechaoss @aarcanegrimm

My Hero Academia

Codename: Redemption Arc | The W.I.T.C.H | Multiverse of Chaos

Marvel

X-Men: A Study in Genes

Be respectful, don’t interact with adult content if you are a minor and enjoy the show

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2. W.I.T.C.H

Masterlist

A step into the future and we will see The Witch’s life and what was meant to be. Amongst this glee is a fight to see and a plan to hatch and a mission to lead.

Warnings: swearing

"Mama!" A little voice called as he shook his mother awake. She opened one green eye to spy soft red hair and blue eyes staring her down.

"Hello my little firecracker." She hums as the boy climbs into her open arms.

"M'rnin' Mama." He says squeezing her tight. "M'rnin' Papa."

"Morning Sho, morning Ko." Kotori found herself rolling over, little Shoyou in her arms tumbling over towards that familiar head of rainbow hair and bright blue eyes, Shoyou's giggle was like music to her ears.

"Morning Kaen... I love you."

"I love you too." He said reaching a hand out to push back the stray red strands of hair... and then it started to change, water was rushing, Shoyou was no longer in her arms and Kaen... Kaen was....

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Kotori sat up with a start her alarm blaring and her heart racing, it had been nearly four years since the incident and she still got nightmares- from her best friend to her brother, to her parents and Kaen, she always had nightmares. It was like a curse that kept her from being able to live without worries... but she had Shoyou and Kaen's parents to keep her just that little bit sane.

"Mama!" She heard calling from the living room and with that magical giggle of his. The three year old was excited about everything, from new television shows to animals and quirks and it was just the most beautiful sight to behold when he got excited. Shoyou admittedly looked more like her but with his father's eyes but he had the same little personality as Kaen and she couldn't love him more for it. Kotori was admittedly a helicopter parent and no one (close to her at least) could blame her for it. Kaen's parents were so supportive of her, often babysitting him or picking him up from nursery school last minute and even Nedzu of all creatures had checked in on them from time to time (he won't admit to having made a small play room for the boy into the next room via secret passage)... she supposed being his personal student for a time allowed him to care just that little bit.

"I'm awake firecracker." She announced as she opened the door to be met with the most hilarious sight of Shoyou floundering around in her old hero uniform from UA. He was tiny and barely fit into the clothes but somehow managed to look like he was ready to save the day. "Oh my, a hero? In my home?"

"I am Firecracker!" He called out in that cute little toddler babble making the red haired woman laugh. Still clad in pyjama's she fake a faint onto the lounge chair.

"Save me my hero, save me."

"I am here Mama I save you!" He yelled jumping onto the tall woman to tickle her.

"You little feral you tricked me!" Kotori laughed as his chubby little hands tickled her. "Okay baby let’s eat breakfast and get you ready for school."

"Kay Mama." He said before rushing off to his bedroom- gods above she loved him so much.

Breakfast was simple, some rice, eggs and tuna with carrots and salad mixed in. It was an easy meal that usually lasted them two days- because more often than not she didn't have time to cook since she patrolled more often than she used to.

"Ready for school? Remembers Baba and Jiji are picking you up today because I have to work."

"Yes Mama." Shoyou said as he put on his shoes.

School was only a bus ride away, close enough she could rush from the house if needed and far enough that a walk would be good exercise.

"What do we say if people ask what Mama does?"

"Mama works with people and helps them."

"Good job baby. Now have a good day okay."

"Bye Mama!" The little boy called as he ran into his classroom. With a soft smile she waiting just to see if he would run out again and ask her anything, but he didn't and so she prepared for work.

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Patrol was boring today; The Witch isn't someone who finds such a task boring but there was quite literally nothing happening. It wasn't bad, no in fact having no issues was the best possible outcome and she certainly didn't want anyone to get hurt but everything just felt so still and out of place.

Like something was brewing.

It was the buzz from her communicator however that interrupted her lunch and it was urgent. UA's USJ was under attack- that was all Nedzu wrote. UA was a hero school, she knows this, she is an alumni of said school but rarely was an attack on the school this urgent and this alarming- good thing Shoyou's grandparents were taking care of him this afternoon.

She wasn't the first hero there, besides Eraser Head, Thirteen and Puppet Master who were there as teachers All Might had smashed his way into the building just seconds before she had. Flying in she spied the students rushing, hiding, and fighting the hoard of villains before spotting who she could only assume was the 'leader' covered in hands. Next to him was a man made of smoke with Eraser Head being crushed by an awfully familiar monster that All Might was rushing.

The Witch was faster. The beast froze, staring off into space with a reddish glow in its eyes as it moved away from the nearly unconscious hero.

"Now, now what do we have here?" She asked, her whisper sending a chill down the leaders spine, making him jump and spin around to face her.

"Where did you come from!" He yelled out, practically jumping away from the static faced hero. She chuckled as he stomped his foot. "What did you do to my Nomu?"

"Your Nomu?" She almost laughed, emphasising the 'your'... He was acting more like a three year old than her own son did. "I shut off its brain." Now that... that startled the villain.

"Witch the smoke man can teleport!" She could hear Puppet Master yell before she was swallowed by blackness.

He sent her away from the USJ, closer to the school but not far enough that she wouldn't reach the villains before the others again... though perhaps this time she was pissed.

It didn't take long for her to appear again this time standing between the villains and hero students with a protective stance.

"Do you have nothing better to do than attack children?" She asked, static like face making her just that bit more terrifying.

"We want All Might. That's all." Hand man said.

"So you attacked children to hide your time?" And he was sure if he could see it that her eyebrow was raised.

"Heroes in training. No longer really kids are they?" Another Cillian questioned. A red glow snapped his mouth shut.

"In training doesn't make them heroes yet... especially first years who don't even have a license therefore whatever point you just made is invalid."

"Witch." Eraser Head groaned; he needed medical attention fast.

"Witch huh? I'll keep an eye on you." Hand man said and she snorted.

"You can try." Was all she said as he vanished into the blackened cloud of smoke.

"You aren't going after them?" Puppet Master questions quietly.

"No... those two will come back eventually, the rest of these imbeciles however... let's prepare them for the police and paramedics." The Witch replied before turning towards the heroics class. "You did well. I'm glad none of you are hurt too bad."

"And who are you ya hag!" The blonde bomb yelled... his glare could rival Shoyou's.

"Bakugou!" Puppet Master snapped. The doll like teacher looking irritated beyond belief at the kid. Witch smirked.

And suddenly she was behind him.

"My name is The Witch... I am a hero just as what you are aiming to be and I am not a hag I'm twenty-four you brat." She says making him spin to face her well... static face.

"Hi." A small voice chimes tearing the red haired hero away from the exploding brat.

"Hey Shoto." She greets, patting the dual haired boy on the shoulder. "Anyway I have to go now, the police and paramedics are here I should go chat with them before I head out."

"I'll come with you." Puppet master offers as they step away from the students.

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There was a fine line between being a hero and being a mother. Kotori knew it would topple upon her one day but she didn't think it would be today... not when she saw that giant monster that oh so reminded her of that one from four years ago.

That thing that killed Kaen. That's what it looked like, what it felt like against her powers without an ounce of will belonging to it.

She hated it. Wanted to crush it beneath her boot.

Even still as she and Shoyou sat cuddled on their lounge watching Tv, playing with his soft red hair.

"Mama... I love you."

"I love you too my firecracker."

"But I love you more." The three year old pouted.

"Okay you win." Kotori smiled as her son squealed in glee at winning.

A stray thought passed her mind. She had to protect Shoyou at all costs. Whatever it takes she wouldn't let those monsters roam about Japan again... Nomu that's what the hand man called them.

Either way... she was going to destroy them, rip them limb from limb until they were nothing but dust.

After all... she's a mother and what do mothers do best? Protect their young.

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The bar was old and dingy, in other words it looked like shit but the red haired woman could understand, it's not like they had any money. She knocked on the door, being greeted by the mist man from a few days ago.

"May I help you ma'am?" He asks and the red haired woman gives her best smirk before leaning in.

"Giran said I could find a certain league here." She says, voice low and almost chilling.

"Ah... then please come on in." He said guiding the woman in.

Adorned in jeans and her old red hoodie she made her way into the bar. Green eyes scanned the place, it was clean enough.

"Whoever you are you can either fuck off or explain really fast what you want." Said hand man.

"Lookin for that little League of Villains that attacked UA." She shrugs, her laid back persona pissing him off more than he wanted to admit. Regardless she was in control of her mission not him.

"Why?" The blue haired man questions - and looking at him now she really wondered how old he was.

"I was impressed. I'm no big bad and don't really care if I reach that title or not but I wanted to see what I could get out of joining your little band of merry men... or well arrested men." Her green eyes bore into him, to the point he wanted to take a step back but he couldn't- he didn't want to disappoint Sensei.

"What can you do?"

"What do you need me to do?"

He laughs at that, the mist man laughing too. She shrugs again seemingly unaffected by the laughter.

"My name is Kurogiri and this Tomura Shigaraki." The mist man said. Good, she needed names.

"Call me Tori." She responded.

"Fine then Tori." Shigaraki spat. "What's your quirk?"

"Telekinesis." She says, may as well show one of her hands amongst her many other gifts. "I can take anything as heavy as a building for example and throw it. Strenuous but that's the limit."

There's something akin to being impressed flickering across Shigaraki's face before falling back into what Kotori could only call childlike brattiness.

"Well then Tori... welcome to the League of Villains." Shigaraki began.

"Yes welcome indeed." The voice crackled from the television. "Come when called and if you cannot make it- it better be a good reason."

"Understood." Kotori replied staring at the static screen.

"Excellent... now go you won't be needed for a while yet." The man said before shutting the TV off again. Tori raised a brow towards the blue haired man.

"Does he do that a lot? Just turn on the Tv tell you something that could be cryptic and go?"

"Yeah pretty much." Shigaraki replied. She snorted.

"Alright see ya round boys I gotta get back home before anyone notices I'm gone."

And with that she's gone and out the door and disappearing into the night. Shigaraki and Kurogiri give each other a side glance as they note her disappearance.

"Perfect." She whispers, floating above the old bar. "Step one complete."

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Multiverse of Chaos

Original Characters

Masterlist

Jackal

Name: Izumi Midoriya

Alias: The Quirkless Hero; Jackal

Quirk: Quirkless

Age / DOB: 19 / July 15

Looks: Link | Link

Other Features: scars all over her body

Family: Inko Midoriya, Hisashi Midoriya

Height: 164cm (5’4”)

Information:

Enjoys spending time with pro hero’s Necrosis (20 y/o, Tenko Shimura- Quirks, Decay & One for All) & Phoenix (22 y/o, Touya Todoroki- Quirk, Blue Flame)

Izumi managed to befriend the two people who didn’t want friends- Monoma and Shinsou

These two boys became her desk mates and team mates for most of her schooling years

Hates quirkism

Lived the same life as canon Izuku just older and as a female

Izumi is skilled with hand to hand, knives and parkour

Izumi is extremely flexible and strong and likes to show it off when sparing with her boys

Izumi likes to make fun of Touya and Tenko because she’s stronger than them (par when Tenko uses One for All)

Necrosis

Name: Tenko Shimura

Alias: The Rescue Hero; Necrosis

Quirk: Decay, One for All

His quirk allows him to decay anything he touches with all five fingers

One for All allows him to have a strength augmentation and float (at current) - this is referred to as Decay and Superpower to keep OFA

His has great control over OFA

Needs to wear special gloves for Decay

Age / DOB: 20 / April 4th

Looks: Link

Family: Nao Shimura, Hana Shimura, Grandparents (maternal), Nana Shimura (deceased), Kotaro Shimura (left) & Nao’s new husband

Height: 175cm (5’9”)

Information:

Tenko got his quirk at 4 years old

Decay only ruined the backyard gate

Later Torino paid them a visit- and introduced himself having known Nana Shimura and offers them any help he can offer … before Toshinori joins the fray anyway

Kotaro had left about a month after Tenko got his quirk and about four years later his mother started dating again

Nao later marries a detective haven’t decided who/ a name yet

Tenko begins being trained for One for All by All Might when he turns 10 under the watchful eye of his family and Torino

Tenko and Touya met at a meeting All Might had invited him to join with Endeavour there

From then on both of the boys saw each other a lot and became friends much to Endeavours annoyance

Phoenix

Name: Touya Todoroki

Alias: The Blue Flamed Hero; Phoenix

Quirk: Blue flame

Age / DOB: 23 / January 18

Looks: Link | Link

Family: Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki (deceased)

Height: 176cm (5’9”)

Information:

Touya is the eldest of three former four - when Shoto was six he got sick from his fathers overworking and harsh training and sadly passed

After that incident he became near overbearingly protective of his siblings and often ignores Endeavour in favour of Rei

Rei had fallen into a depression after Shoto’s death but kept a strong facade in front of everyone par Touya- because he told her not to (she’s feeling happier now but visits Shoto’s grave every week)

Touya takes special care to not burn himself much with his fire but that doesn’t stop the singeing that occurs with the help of Kotori Ando (The Witch in 1163)

Touya has a bit of a temper but chooses to use it as snark rather than be like his sperm donor

Touya is the one who comes up with the idea of Tenko, Izumi and himself making their own agency (which Monoma and Shinsou are welcome too but the three originals are the bosses)

Touya is skilled in hand to hand and “Quirkless” fighting and in the beginning was the one who gave tips to Izumi besides Aizawa and the other teachers

He chose Phoenix as his hero name as a homage to Shoto (who when he finds is alive in 1163 (W.I.T.C.H) almost cried)

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MoC- Entrance Exam

Masterlist - U2234

It’s time to show off what Izumi has learnt and do this freaking exam! Maybe she’ll even make friends?

Warnings: swearing, injuries, chaos

Part one - had to split in 2 was too long

The UA Entrance Exam…. Izumi was scared shitless. Four exams, two written, two practical. Hero and Support, they were her best options to get into UA- they were the ones she wanted the most anyway. Tenko would be with her for her support exam practical - which hers would take place after the hero practical- to help her show off the gloves she’d made. Thank god for Shimura.

She let out a huff of a laugh, almost tripping over the first step as she entered the familiar campus. A hand gripped her bag, pulling her back- a boy with red hair styled almost the exact same as Crimson Riot.

The boy snorted. Shit she said that aloud, slapping her hand over her face she squeaked and shuffled backwards- but the boy hadn’t let go of her bag quite yet so she didn’t move very far.

“Can’t go tripping on the first day, heard that’s bad luck. I’m Ejiro Kirishima by the way- good observation on Crimson Riot he’s my favourite hero.” God his grin was blinding.

As they began walking she gave an awkward giggle.

“Uh yeah, he’s pretty cool, his quirk is really interesting I don’t know any others like that… I’m Izumi Midoriya, nice to meet you Kirishima.” The boys grin only got brighter.

“We should probably hurry right- the written exam is supposed to be tough.”

“Yes, the mock exams were easy enough so I’m feeling confident for both of the written ones.”

“Both!” His eyes widened.

“Oh no, no. The hero exams and I’m also doing the support exams.” The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Scared me there Midoriya… ah looks like we have to split here I’m 2243.” He said showing her his ticket.

“Ah 2234.” She laughed. “See you later Kirishima.”

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 The written exams were easy to finish- both hero and support written exams felt too easy and it’s probably because Nedzu had given her harder than necessary mock exams… but there was an analysis portion in the support exam and she may have gone overboard but who cares she’s finally up to the practical part of the exams.

Fuck her she had to sit next to Bakugou and thankfully he didn’t deem her worthy enough of his anger today as she sat beside him- instead, he was staring at his examinee card and glancing at hers.

“What is it?” She asked- a little too snippy but the boy didn’t seem to care too much at the moment.

“Looks like they are separating anyone who goes to the same junior high.” He grunted as he looked between their exam cards again- she was in battle area B while he was in A- thank Nedzu for this gracious gift.

“Nice.” She said.

“You’re cocky.”

“You’re a dick.” … fucking hell she’s spent too much time around Touya (and in all fairness if he knew about Bakugou and her less than amicable friendship her picking up his mannerisms would be the least of her worries).

“What the fucks gotten into you? Auntie Inko got pissy with the hag, you’ve been a brat- what is it?” He practically growled.

“Look let’s put this all out there while you can’t blow me up. I no longer see you as my friend, don’t want to even try anymore because you aren’t worth it. I’m not so much of an asshole that I can’t see that our schools did us both a disservice nor do I not want you to get better and become a hero but I’m over being your punching bag just because you can’t stand my quirk status. Not my problem, not something I can fix and certainly not something you can beat out of me. I have friends now and while I never told them what you did to me they know I’m not treated well and they taught me that I’m way fucking better than you.” She whispered angrily. Bakugou gulped (good looks like Inko’s anger was indeed genetic). He gave a huff after a moment, his face stern and annoyed as he turned to face Present Mic who had now entered the room.

“Friends my ass.” He muttered.

 ~~*~~*~~*~~

 God what she would give for her friends to be here right now as she tackled yet another hero hopeful to the ground and away from a robots foot.

“For the love of god do not get crushed during the exam!” She all but shouted as she rushed through again, jumping upon her sixteenth robot of the session. With a piece of metal she’d stolen from the first robot she’d attacked she began to shove the sword like piece into the wiring of the robots neck- it was all she could do but man was she having fun with it.

And another tackle of a student to get them out of the way, and another and another. Izumi also made note of the other candidates quirks that could be useful - even if the Iida boy came across rude she couldn’t help but admire the quirk he had, it was useful but perhaps he could find other ways to fight besides running and hitting with the debris around him- using his legs would be optimal considering how his brother, Ingenium, fights. A girl with gravity manipulation was doing well along with a blond boy who seemed to have an electrification quirk- all very interesting and useful.

 Again she tackled someone else to roll them out of the way, a blond boy who all but snarled at her before freezing.

“Why can’t I copy your quirk?” He wondered aloud; confusion written across his face.

“No time for that Copycat, take whatever metal pieces you can find and use them as makeshift weapons for if you can’t find a quirk to copy, okay I’m off! TTFN- tata for now Copycat!” She yelled as she rushed towards a purple haired boy with eye bags as dark as Eraser Head’s.

“Hey dude!” She called as she slammed into the small robot that was coming from behind- throwing her makeshift sword at him. “Aim for the neck it’s faster.”

“Uh… thanks?”

“These kinds of exams aren’t really made for people like us- so we gotta make… do. What the fuck is that?”

 Izumi knew what that was, in fact when she met Power Loader she’d seen him working on it- the zero pointer. The purple haired boy spun around after slamming the makeshift sword into the one pointers neck.

“What in the fucking hell?” He said. “Shit someone’s stuck.”

Izumi’s eyes focused to the pile of rocks in the way of the zero pointer… where a girl was stuck��� and where everyone was running in the opposite direction from. It was gravity manipulation girl- last Izumi saw her she was helping a boy with a laser in his stomach from getting crushed. She searched the area. Ah Hah.

“Oi Copycat come here!” She called the stunned blond boy.

“What?”

“You said you copy quirks right? We need to go help her I’m pretty sure her quirk is gravity manipulation or something. If you can help me get up to the robot we can disarm it while… eye bags- sorry I’ll get your names later okay?- you help get her out from the rubble.” As she pulled them towards the girl, running fast- and geez she was strong.

“Uh… okay.” The boys said as they began to run beside her, keeping up as much as they could.

 The purple haired boy crouched beside the stuck girl, aiming to lift the rubble off of her leg while the blond asked her what her quirk was, she answered albeit confusedly and when he touched her (copying the quirk) he was quick to spin around and half slap Izumi on the arm.

“Okay so tell him how to release the quirk after he throws me and I reach the robots head okay?” Izumi instructed; the girl nodded.

 Copycat spun Izumi around before releasing her into the air- and by Nedzu did that feel fucking weird- and once she safely hooked herself into the robots neck she felt her body grow heavy once again. With her makeshift sword (that she stole back from eye bags) she slammed it into the vital wiring making the robot freeze just as Present Mic announced the end of the exam.

“Holy shit.” She could hear people yell, her little green head poking out of the robots neck like some cute animal peeking out at the world.

“Little listener you okay?” Mic yelled, using as minimal of his quirk as he could.

“Yeah!” She yelled back. “Can I get a hand down or do I have to fall?” She could hear the crowd chuckle lightly at that- yeah she’d be fine.

 ~~*~~*~~*~~

 Final exam of the day, Izumi is sure she’s made the judges wait long enough and she’s so thankful Tenko would be able to help her- because she wouldn’t really have any other way to explain these fucking gloves- the other support item she made though… she hadn’t told anyone about because it wasn’t finished and was just in the design phases but Nedzu said a blueprint of that one should be fine for now and that she can always work on it with Power Loader another time… he was so sure she’d get into either course it was.. it was nice to have that kind of support behind her. Izumi waved at Shinsou and Monoma (as they had introduced themselves after getting checked over by Recovery Girl- and if she gets in her mother gets a job as a school Nurse as well isn’t that exciting!!!) as she rushed off to meet Tenko in front of her exam room.

Said teen was waiting with a grin on his face as she rounded the corner.

“You dyed your hair!” She exclaimed as she reached the door, reaching up to ruffle his hair as she did.

“Yeah kind of missed having dark hair.” He flushed. “Anyway let’s go in you are the only one left according to Power Loader.”

“Cool let’s do this shit.”

 “Hello Miss Midoriya, welcome to your support course practical exam, it’s to my understanding you are showing us two blueprints and one of the designs in person with Mr Shimura.” A masked man said, waving his hands happily. “You may begin whenever.”

“Uh yes sir, panel. My blueprints I admittedly designed with two of my friends in mind- one however I had been designing for much longer. Without further ado I will be showing my blueprint and prototype for gloves.” She smiled. “Now I know this sounds boring but please hear me out.”

The panel gave Izumi a laugh and she spared a glance at her friend who quickly squeezed her hand.

“I had noticed a fair few times that support items for those with five point touch quirks don’t really have support tech- more often than not, and with research on this, they are often told to wear simple cut gloves or put band aids over their fingertips. I propose a glove similar to what Mr Shimura is wearing on his left hand- these are simple and commonly used artist gloves; you can buy these at the store for up to seven-hundred yen.” She took a breath. “On the other hand- quite literally- I have designed gloves that with refining I believe would be a useful and smart tool for five point touch quirks in heroics or for the general public. As Mr Shimura is showing it is currently a thin metal mesh that I hope to transfer into smart fabric but as I do not have the funds I do hope you understand that I made do. The gloves look similar to the plain artist gloves with an extra touch of Midoriya magic- here above the wrist is a small button and as I will show you the mesh will fold back into a thin, functional, and fashionable- if that’s your thing- bracelet or band. This will make heroics for Mr Shimura a little easier so he doesn’t need to have stores and stores of gloves that’ll more than likely just end up broken or decayed. I would also like to show just for certainties that this product does work comfortably so Mr Shimura if you could please dispose of the plastic cup I have here.”

 With a proud grin and pep in his step Tenko holds the victim of his quirk up for the teachers to see. The glove Izumi made working as well as intended, being light and comfortable and with a press of the small button the mesh folded away and he could then decay the cup. The panel gave a clap with approving nods.

“I’m sure Shimura appreciates it.” A woman laughed, her smile was warm, friendly, and helped to ease Izumi’s nerves. Izumi dared a glance at her name tag, Magne what a cool name.

Mr Compress- the name tag read- gave his compliments as well along with the few other panel members who had joined them. “This is quite smart, do you believe it will take much effort to make, would it be better built in stock or one at a time?”

“I believe once the design is refined or we are able to use smart fabric it could be made in bulk- the most finicky part is the button but I believe with stable hands it’ll be easy.”

“Perfect. Well done Miss Midoriya.” Magne grinned, Power Loader and Mr Compress seemingly happy as well. “May we see your other blueprint now- is Mr Shimura required for this as well?”

“This is only a blueprint at current so Tenko… Mr Shimura is not needed for this assessment.” Izumi flushed as Tenko gave her hand a squeeze of encouragement for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I’ll go sit down.” Tenko said, bowing at the panel as he did. They nodded.

 “This blueprint I again made in mind of my friend. His quirk is blue flame, you’ll know him as Touya Todoroki.” Suddenly Izumi felt really nervous about this one. With a shaky breath she continued. “His quirk isn’t suited for his body; he has the constitution for ice yet his quirk is fire that reaches far hotter than that of Endeavour and so I propose creating coolants for his body. His body cannot quite stand the heat so to say and with coolants that would not only keep his body temperature regular but keep him from burning himself every time he goes overboard. Admittedly it may also be worth looking into his bodies composition to find out why his quirk factor is the way it is but believe that he cannot be the only one in the world let alone Japan who’s quirk was not meant for them. Devices like this coolant or heaters etcetera would be worth thinking heavily about for future quirk evolutions.”

“No wonder Snipe and Aizawa praised your intellect, these are wonderful ideas Midoriya.” Magne clapped, the others following along. “Thank you so much for your time please have a wonderful afternoon and we hope to see you on campus soon.”

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 “I am here,” was not what Izumi particularly wanted to hear when she opened her UA letter… but she supposed it was good news overall if she actually got her letter.

“Young Midoriya it is my pleasure to announce your placement in the heroics exams running at seventh place. You scored twenty villain points and forty rescue points during the practical leaving you at an overall of sixty points and a splendid ninety-six percent in the written. You also attended the support course exams with an overall score of ninety-five percent.” Izumi was so relieved. She got in… holy shit she got in.

“With your highest results being in the hero course we are so excited to tell you- welcome to your hero academia. Plus Ultra.”

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MoC - Training

Masterlist - U2234

Izumi has been training and studying hard but just what course will she end up in? And why did everyone want to keep her hidden from Nedzu?

Warnings: swearing, injuries/scars, bullying and the chaos god that is Nedzu

Part two - had to split in half was too long

True to their word Tenko and Touya helped Izumi to train- and by Kami did she have one hell of a right hook….

Touya found that out when he scared her, offering to pick her up from Aldera for their first training session - apparently he’d had the day off or something… she swears the two of them spend more time with her now than studying to be a Hero. But Touya decided to walk behind her since she didn’t seem to see him waiting out front before spooking her… resulting in what will be later known as Izumi’s famous right hook. It bruised for a week… she apologised the entire way to UA after that.

After all the work they put in meeting Eraser Head was shocking for Izumi, he basically fought Quirkless it was amazing to meet him - and since All Might was no longer her favourite hero Eraser Head had taken the mantle.

“I have the guest pass for you… so Todoroki and Shimura have decided to help someone train for UA huh?” The man said tiredly.

“Y-yes Mr Eraser Head sir.” The man blinked in surprise before handing her the pass. “I’ll be monitoring today’s session; next one will be Present Mic.”

“You’ll love her sir.” Touya smirked. “As you can see she’s ready to fight whenever.” The hero raised a brow at the girls bright red face and the third years purpling cheek. He gave a huff- it might have been a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah in you go.”

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 Training with pro’s almost felt like a hack in the game of life. Training with two Hero students felt even more like a cheat code but Izumi was getting faster, stronger, and even when Tenko used his freakish strength and speed (which she really wants to know how that works with a quirk like Decay) she could keep up with him. That impressed the teachers who came to monitor (they definitely never jumped in to help her with her stances or cheer her on in spars or anything like that… definitely didn’t).

Teachers like Eraser Head and Snipe helped a lot. Eraser Head or Aizawa as she has been asked to call him would offer tips for her hand to hand and gymnastic skills - he even took her on a secret patrol once with the threat of expelling her on her first day if she told anyone including Tenko and Touya. Snipe helped when he caught her looking at support items and weapons- teaching her how to shoot a gun (shot guns should not be left alone with her she has impeccable targeting skills with them) and knives… knives almost felt too natural in her hands when she began training with them- again impeccable targeting skills, maybe analysis and observation did come in handy).

Other teachers did add their own input when they found out about her- Midnight did try and convince her that feminine wiles would get her far while also secretly giving her actual tips in regards to her flexibility. Present Mic offered the best possible moral support and somehow managed to befriend her mother and get the family recipes to cook for the other heroes… Inko guards them like it’s no one’s business, Izumi barely knows a quarter of them.

 The hardest thing to do was avoid All Might apparently Tenko wanted Izumi to be a big surprise for him and a giant fuck you to any quirkism the world will throw her- he believed in her, Touya believed in her and so did many teachers on this campus so why not give a little middle finger to the man who took off and left her on a roof.

 The biggest issue however was Nedzu… apparently the rat god was over excited to meet her especially after Present Mic let it slip that he’d been the first to see her analysis books and gushed about his couple of pages… wrong move because the small chaos god walked straight into one of her training sessions and laughed maniacally as she landed double blow on both Tenko and Touya.

 Izumi had flipped onto her hands and kicked out at the two hero students, smacking them hard in the chest… though Nedzu’s laughing made her fall down with them in fright. With green hair a wild untamed mess she looked straight at the rat god and laughed for a greeting.

“You must be Izumi Midoriya. It is a pleasure to finally meet you after all this time.” That time being five months. Izumi had already had her birthday by this point and with the help of Tenko, Touya and Present Mic’s driving they’d finished cleaning up the beach much to Nedzu’s excitement. “Am I a bear? A mouse? A dog??? Why I am principal Nedzu.”

“You’re a stoat.” She said with a pant, the room fell quiet and the green haired girl is certain she heard Aizawa groan and Mic shudder.

“Excellent observations Miss Midoriya. Now I would like to steal you away from school tomorrow if you don’t mind- I’ve already called your mother ahead of time… I wish to talk about those analysis books of yours.”

“Really?”

“Oh definitely.” He grinned… the world was coming to an end Nedzu the chaos god was about to create a mini chaos god- the teachers present could feel it. “Only for the afternoon however as that is when your mother is able to bring you to UA herself I hope that’s no trouble.“

“Perfect.” She grinned, a feral and bright smile.

The world was going to end.

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 Avoiding her bullies was going to be hard, she needed to rush to the front desk before her mother could see another singed uniform… or find out Bakugou was the cause of them- she couldn’t do that to her mother not while she was still best friends with Auntie Mitsuki. He might be a dick and a bully but she had hope one day he’d calm down… but then again Touya saw her burn marks on her shoulders and back and went into a rage the second they’d become visible… she’d rather never see him so upset ever again- especially since she had worse scars on her lower back, scars she hopes neither hero trainee ever see or at least don’t for a long time.

“Oi Deku where are you going?” Bakugou called- she hadn’t called him Kaachan in months. She felt his hand grab hold of her shoulder and slam her into the wall. She could feel the tell-tale sizzle of his quirk buzzing beneath his skin.

“The office- mum’s picking me up.” She said. Bakugou growled, opting to slam her into the wall again. “You better be telling the truth you damned nerd. You’ve been up to something and I want to know what- better not be trying to be a hero still.”

 She felt her stomach fill with lead, she so badly wanted to show him that she could fight, that she was strong… she couldn’t, not when she’d get another mark for no reason on her record.

“You can never be a hero; you’ll just get in everyone’s way because you are useless. It is all you will ever be- got it. Don’t think about going to UA, you won’t be wanted in the hero or general courses.” He growled, hand that was by his side crackling with sparks.

“Support course is an option asshole.” She muttered when he let go of her shoulder.

“What was that you bit-“

“Izumi there you are… oh hello Katsuki.” Inko appeared from around the corner, smile a little too tight on her face. “Hope you don’t mind I wandered in they said I could go find you in your classroom.”

“Hi Auntie.” Bakugou said, backing off- his lackeys having frozen still.

“Now Izumi shall we get going now, wouldn’t want to miss that appointment of yours.” The woman smiled more. “It’s life or death now.”

Bakugou thought his heart would burst when Auntie Inko rounded the corner, Izumi might be useless but Inko was terrifying when she got mad… he was glad to have only ever seen her angry once even though it got her put on leave from the hospital (he didn’t know what she yelled at the doctor for but as one of the more experienced nurses there it was obvious that there were people on her side that helped her keep her job). And she was still in her nurses uniform so she must have just left work.

“Life or death?” One of the extra’s asked… and he couldn’t help but let a shiver go down his spine.

 ~~*~~*~~*~~

 Inko was pissed to say the least… Izumi had never seen her mother look so mad before (besides the day in the hospital) whilst keeping her usual motherly smile until they reached the car.

“Izumi.” Inko began, voice soft and deadly. “Never let that boy touch you again.”

“Yes mama.” She said with a gulp. “He can still become a hero yeah?”

“As long as I don’t find out that he’s done anything else.” She side eyed her daughter. “Then I won’t say anything to Nedzu when we arrive.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be calling Mitsuki about what I heard though. Hopefully, that’ll knock some sense into him.” She sighed as the rounded the street corner. “I have your notebooks in the boot, in a box.”

“Oh awesome, even the gross one?”

“Thirteen?” Izumi nodded. “Yes though I’ve placed it in a bag.”

“Love you mum.”

“Love you too sweetie.”

 ~~*~~*~~*~~

 Nedzu was- in his own way- excited to see Izumi’s notebooks and talk to Inko about her daughters training. She’d been working on her training for the last five months- already on par with Tenko Shimura for speed and skill while still behind Touya understandably- even if she could still knock him on his ass (Aizawa’s words). Inko sounded like a lovely woman, strong and determined- and from what he’s seen from the cameras Izumi had inherited similar traits from her mother while her father was none existent.

Nedzu had to admit he was impressed by Mrs Midoriya, she never left her daughter behind, never backed down from an argument where she was right and never told her daughter to give up - if her hospital incident was anything to go by… perhaps he could offer her a job as a school nurse with Recovery Girl.

A knock startled the UA principal from his thoughts and even he was surprised, he’d been so excited he’d not been watching his cameras to see both Midoriya’s at the door. This would be the most interesting conversation yet.

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 “It is lovely to officially meet you Mrs Midoriya.” Nedzu said as the Midoriya’s sat across from him. “I’ve heard the most interesting and wonderful things about you both.”

Both of the green haired women flushed.

“Thank you for meeting with us Principal Nedzu, I have my notebooks and blueprints here for you.”

“Oh yes thank you I shall overlook them after this meeting concludes.” Nedzu grinned, slightly more feral than his usual one.

“Oh my do I want to know what interesting and wonderful things you have heard?” Inko giggled. “I sure hope it’s not anything in regards to my temper… it’s genetic I’m afraid.”

“Well… I must ask about the hospital incident if you don’t mind, I was quite thrilled to learn how protective and kind you are and to have such an intelligent and strong daughter… Miss Midoriya are you sure you don’t have a hidden quirk?” The group laughed (and the teachers outside most definitely did not shuffle further away from the door after hearing them).

“Ah yes…” Inko began. “Suppose that might be worth explaining if my daughter is to attend such a prestigious school under your tutelage.”

“I would most definitely love to hear your side of the story. The records are unclear some saying you had an outburst for no reason and others saying the doctor deserved it… I must say I am already considering giving you a contract for UA as well.”

“Oh Nedzu you don’t have to.” Inko flushed.

“Ma please if I get in then you don’t have to worry about being late.” Izumi joked making the rat god and her mother laugh too.

“If you get in I may accept. Now… Nedzu I am aware of how humans treated you.” Inko fell serious and Nedzu admittedly does know what happened, he saw the footage and feels utter rage for th doctor Inko was angry with- the man deserved it. “He told me I should put Izumi down like she was a stray mutt.”

Nedzu bared his teeth, yes he knew all to well on how humans treated him yet still he could not fathom how they treat one another.

“And all because I don’t have a quirk.” Izumi snorted. “Pathetic really, ooh look an extra joint, ooh wisdom teeth, ooh an appendix… I don’t know sound’s stupid to me.”

 “It is pathetic isn’t it.” Nedzu sighed. “But It gives me great joy knowing a woman like you exists Mrs Midoriya it truly does. Now… Let’s talk about your next five months of training yes? I have a feeling Power Loader would be ecstatic to see the blueprints you’ve created.”

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Universe names

Just as a note these are random numbers they have no meaning I just couldn’t be bothered thinking of real names

1163 - “canon” universe - W.I.T.C.H

2234 - Jackal (Izumi), Phoenix & Necrosis

2246 - Codename: Redemption Arc

Yes I will add character info sheets for everyone - 2234 will be in one post and 1163 might have two one for Kotori and one for another pro hero who’s her friend and a UA teacher

And please shoot me ideas and stuff for these projects they are super fun and always interactive!!!

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I have made my brain hurty

It’s a joke but not really.

Had to figure out how much I wanted to have changed between universes so just for fun- because I’m using this series to give my brain a break because W.I.T.C.H chapter 2 is being a bitch to write and they’ll maybe get interconnected anyway lol soooo here’s some notes to share for now

Bakugou going to 1B instead

Bakugou is scared of Inko getting angry

Inko is one badass scary nurse - she becomes a UA school Nurse to help Recovery Girl out

Monoma and Shinsou are Izumi’s desk mates instead of Bakugou and Mineta (girl got the audacity to befriend)

Izumi after meeting Touya and Tenko gets more bold aka has no problem telling people to leave her alone or fuck off etc

Monoma and Shinsou find Izumi subtly flipping of All Might hilarious

She’s still bitter about the quirkist behaviour especially knowing he was a late bloomer (later she gets told the whole story and gets more annoyed)

Touya fucking hates Endeavour and the UA philosophy teacher Stain does too

Spinner & Twice will go into general Ed (same grade as Tenko) and are aiming for the medical industry

Spinner wants to be a nurse and will end up asking Inko a million questions

Twice figures he can be the ultimate blood donor

Toga a support course student working on tech for blood based quirks

Magne a history teacher &/or councillor

Compress a support course teacher

Link to where I found the image

Will update image link if I find a better one

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Multiverse of Chaos

Masterlist | AO3 Link

Characters: Phoenix, Necrosis & Jackal

Additional: Izumi the gamer | Chaos Brain |

Universe 2234: Meeting | Training | Entrance Exam |

In which The Witch unwittingly connected to another version of herself and the worlds began to combine. Follow pro heroes Phoenix, Necrosis and Jackal as they figure out what the fuck is happening.