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Mha Rarepair Week Day 2: Forced Proximity

Summary: When Bakugou heard class 1a was heading to the training grounds for the day, he was ecstatic. He didn't expect to be hiding in a tiny pantry in one of the houses on grounds with Kaminari, nor did he think he would find him so attractive.

Ao3 Link: Out of the Pantry (to be added)

    When Bakugou heard class 1a was heading to the training grounds for the day, he was ecstatic. He didn't expect to be hiding in a tiny pantry in one of the abandoned houses on grounds with Kaminari.

    The two were paired together for the exercise; a glorified game of hide and seek tag. Aizawa was trying to find the groups and once he did the group could fight or flee. If their teacher caught them they would be out, however if only one student had been taken then the other could attempt to free them.

    Battles were one thing Bakugou was good at. In his eyes he was the best fighter in the class; in his whole year. Fighting was a part of him, violence acting as his second nature. Kaminari wasn't that way. He didn't run straight into a fight and was content with putting it off for a while. So Bakugou followed him.

    The two had run into the building when they heard Aizawa's voice. Kaminari pulled them both into the smallest safe he could think of. "He definitely heard that door close. We'll wait for him to pass through the room and then we'll get out of here." He explained.

    "Can't we just fight him?" Bakugou whispered, ready to open the door.

    "We don't have a lot of time left. Plus, I don't really wanna get my ass kicked by Aizawa today."

    "We won't get our asses kicked if you let me fight him." He scuffed.

    "Please." Katsuki turned to face Kaminari. The room was dark, only illuminated by the bottom and top of the door. He realized their bodies were pressed against each other; faces only a few inches apart. Golden yellow hair was frizzled and the boy's jacket was falling off his shoulder.

    "Whatever."

    Neither boy moved. The sound of panting was the only noice in the house. Bakugou could feel Denki's warm breath against his skin. Unconsciously, Katsuki let his eyes fall into his lips. They were chapped yet looked soft in the dark lighting. Trying to keep his eyes up he made eye contact with him.

    Kaminari looked confused; his head slightly tilting to the side. His eyes stayed focused on his partner. It was as if he had realized how close they were right after Bakugou had.

    Shifting, Kaminari's hand brushed against Bakugou's side, sending a chill up his spine and he inhaled slightly. Surprised by his own reaction he tried to take a step back only to be met with the wall.

    It occurred to Katsuki that Denki was attractive. The boy had never given it much though before, always feeling drawn to him but never knowing why. It wasn't just his nice body or his captivating smile, it was his energetic and charismatic personality. He was airheaded and kind.

    "You look pretty." He said before he could think to stop himself. Realizing what he said it felt like his heart stopped beating. No air went in his lungs as he watched for a reaction. In truth, he had been wanting to tell Kaminari that for a long time. Unspoken words hung in the thick air.

    When Kaminari smiled Katsuki's heart started beating again. Air flooding his lungs he smiled at the boy. In that moment Bakugou let himself stop leaning into the wall. The air shifted, tension spreading through the pantry. "You're pretty good looking yourself." Denki's eyes floated down to his lips. When they stayed there Bakugou felt his face heat up.

    As Kaminari's eyes lifted back to his face they Bakugou moved closer to him. For a moment the two looked in each other's eyes. Bakugou admired their golden yellow color. No part of him felt wrong or uncomfortable. Instead he was excited with butterflies slamming into his stomach

Slowly Denki moved closer to him until he pressed his chapped lips into Katsuki's soft ones. Kissing him back, Bakugou out his hand on the other's hips, pulling him closer until there was no room between them. They stayed there, their lips locked together for a few seconds before Kaminari gently pulled away. "You seem like you really wanted to kiss me." He said quietly.

Without a word Bakugou closed the distance that had been created and pushed him against the wall. He kissed him again, this time more passionately. They only stopped to breathe. Kaminari's hands had wondered to his classmates lower back where he rested them while feeling the other's hands roam his sides.

Then the outside door opens they moved apart so quickly Bakugou hit the wall. Aizawa had found out which house they had entered. Panting, the two boys looked at each other with a paniced expression. They had forgotten why there were in the pantry and now they had to hope their teacher didn't find them.

Footsteps entered the kitchen. Eraserhead's shadow covered the pantry door for a moment before he walked past it. Kaminari sighed and leaned back into the wall. The house was quiet once more. "Can we talk about that later?" He said.

Bakugou nodded, already know what he wanted to say. When they talked he would ask Kaminari to go on a date. After all he had wanted to ask for a while now. "Let's beat this challenge."

"After school?" Denki asked nervously.

"Yes, we'll talk after school. Now let's beat Mr. Aizawa's ass." Before he opens the door he looked at gold eyes boy. Leaning into him for just a moment he kissed his again. Then he opened the door.

For the first time Bakugou was excited for training to end. When it ended he would get to ask his crush out on a date. Even with his chapped lips he wanted to go kiss him again. He wanted to go on dates and tell people he was dating Denki. All he needed now was to beat Mr. Aizawa and for the bell ring.

Note: Kaminari was right, Aizawa did in fact beat their asses.

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MHA Rare-Pair Week

Day 1: Soulmate AU

Title: My Wildflower, Beautiful and Bold

Main Pairing: Mashirao Ojiro/Tooru Hagakure <3

Characters: Mashirao Ojiro, Tooru Hagakure, Denki Kaminari, Mentioned U.A. Teachers, mentioned Class 1-A members, implied Neito Monoma and Hitoshi Shinso

Words: 1,479

Description: My own spin on the red string of fate starring OjiTooru.

Ojiro absentmindedly played with the colorful string attached to his pinky finger. Class had started winding down, Aizawa giving a broad recap of the day's lesson. He'd grasped the topic pretty well so the repetition wasn't really engaging. Behind him, Kaminari had started tapping his pencil on his desk. It seemed Mashirao wasn't the only one getting bored. He signed internally and gently plopped his tail on Denki's desk. The tapping was sure to annoy their teacher, so it was better to give his friend something soft to play with. Kaminari happily left his pencil in favor of Ojiro's tail.

The boy thought no more about it. He glanced over to his side. Behind Shoji, Hagakure sat and listened to Aizawa's lecture. She looked cute thr way she was focused. She looked cute all the time, but that was beside the point.

Ojiro felt his face flush as he looked away, committing most of his attention to his fidgeting hands. He'd wrapped the twine around his right ring and middle fingers then back towards his pinky. They teach that the string connects you to your "soulmate", but Ojiro never really gave it much thought. He untangled the thread from his fingers.

The rules of the string were fairly simple. A person was born with a loose thread tied to their dominate hand's pinky finger. It appeared to that person as the colors of their soulmate's physical features. In turn, their partner's string was the colors of their features. Other people couldn't see your string unless it was deliberately being shown to them. Both soulmate's threads would connect and turn a bright red when they touched during what the pair considered to be a special moment. A thin, red ring appeared on your pinky for all to see. The thread would show whenever one of the partners interacted with it, visible to anyone who happened to be around.

Mashirao's string was an assortment of bright colors. He had to really stare at it to figure out what all the different hues were. Standing out the most was a springy yellow-green chartreuse, but there was an assortment of others. The more noticeable strands included a soft, rosy pink, pastel aqua, muted light green, and bright turquoise blue. Harder to spot but still present shades consisted of a canary yellow, pale orange, and a tinge of dusty lavendar. Every shade was undeniably beautiful and unique. One thing was for sure, the vibrance would make finding his soulmate easy. There was no way he could miss such a bright, outstanding bunch of colors like that. They reminded him of a field of wildflowers.

The boy felt a soft pang of guilt when he thought of his soulmate's string. Surely they weren't impressed with the dull golden blonde of his hair or jet black of his eyes. How could they be when he was so plain, especially in comparison to them. Mashirao wrapped the thread around his left index finger. He'd never been overly determined to find his soulmate, but he still hoped they wouldn't mind him the way he is.

"That's the bell" Aizawa's words interrupted the student's train of thought. A few seconds after he spoke, the bell rung. Ojiro was always a little baffled by his teacher's ability to call the bell right before it chimed. His best guess was that he knew the timing because of how long he worked there. Denki reluctantly released his friends tail as he stood.

"I was gonna loose my marbles if Mr. Aizawa kept droning on about... whatever." Kaminari laughed. "And thanks for your tail, man. You're a real lifesaver."

"Not a problem." Ojiro smiled. The two started walking out of the classroom, still

"I wanted to ask, what were you playing with? I couldn't see anything." Kaminari looked genuinely interested, so Ojiro grabbed the end of his string and held it out for him to see.

"Just my string. I was thinking about it a little."

"Woah dude, that's really bright!" He exclaimed. "Wanna see mine?" Before he could answer, Kaminari had already raised his hand. Instead of one string, two wrapped around his pinky finger. One contained a neutral sandy blonde, light steel blue, and another blue slightly darker than the first. The other featured multiple shades of purple and indigo.

"I didn't know you could have two soulmates."

"Heh, I guess I'm just that cool." Denki gave a smug grin. "But for real, I looked it up a while ago and it's a thing." He seemed ecstatic, gently tugging on the loose end of the purple string. "Anyways, imma see you later. I've got some plans with Kiri and Bakugo. Nice chatting with ya!"

"You too. See you later."

With that the two parted ways and Ojiro headed for the training grounds. He'd always been a hard worker, and he wasn't going to slow down just because he got into U.A. Of course, that didn't take into account the fact that he enjoyed exercise.

After a short walk he settled into his favorite indoor training facility. It was a fairly small room and practically had the same setup as a marshal arts studio. He lowered himself to the grey mat that took up most of the floor. There were a few weights and punching bags around. Mashirao figured he'd use those later.

At he stretched his mind wandered back to the soulmate threads. People had adopted the name "red string of fate" for them after the color they turned once you united with your partner. He'd noticed a few fine red rings on the people around him. There was rumor that Mrs. Midnight had been seen wrapping Mr. Vlad in their shared thread at the end of a hallway once. From time to time he would catch a glimpse of a string connecting Bakugo and Tsu as they walked back to the dorms, even if they liked to deny it. The three pairs seemed happy together. Mashirao guessed that's why they were soulmates. He hoped his partner would be as satisfied as the others seemed.

"Want a partner?" An excited voice behind the young hero in training made him jump.

"Hagakure! I didn't know you were here. "Ojiro didn't have a problem with her being there. It was the opposite really, since he really liked the girl. She was hardworking and cheerful. It'd be fun to train with her.

"I didn't know you were here either." She giggled. "Sorry I startled you."

"Dont worry about it! Anyway, I'd love to train with you."The boy answered honestly. Tooru sat next to him, mimicking his movements. There was a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Feel ready?"

"Mm hmm" Hagakure hummed as she stood. "What do you wanna do?"

"I was going to run some drills. Did you want to do that?"

"Sounds great!" In agreement, the two worked some drills Aizawa had taught them the week before. Idle chatter filled the room as they worked. They smiled and laughed as they moved through different organized motions. It felt so natural to Ojiro, like the two had known eachother all their lives. Slowly they closed the distance between one another.

Tooru glanced over at Mashirao and grabbed him by the arm. Her soft hand gently corrected the boy's pose. He felt his ears go red. He didn't know she had been paying any attention to what he was doing.

"I noticed you keep getting this one wrong, so I thought I'd..." She didn't finish her sentence. Ojiro was about to ask what was wrong when he saw it.

The thread on his finger had changed colors, the vibrant assortment of hues had shifted into one: a bright red. He followed the new connection with his eyes. The girl's hand still held his arm but it didn't obscure his view of her pinky. A thin red line was newly present on her finger. He looked up to face her. Even though he couldn't see Tooru's face, he could feel they were making eye contact.

"You're... it's you." Hagakure spoke slowly. Ojiro couldn't believe it. He loved being with her. The two being soulmates made him so happy he thought he might cry. The only problem was that he couldn't tell what she was thinking. What if she wasn't happy as his partner? What if she had wanted someone more exciting then him? The idea weighted heavy on his chest.

"You're my soulmate!" She squealed as she pulled him into a tight hug. Startled, it took the boy a short second before he reciprocated. When he did, he made sure to hold her close. Relief flooded his body. Her reaction wasn't one someone who was disappointed would have.

"I can't believe it." He gently pulled away from her, intertwining their fingers instead. He gazed at their string and then looked to at Tooru.

"You're my wildflower."

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Mha Rarepair week Day 1: Secret Relationship/Soulmate au

Summary: Tenya Iida had never been fond of his eyes. The bright red from his family and indigo of his soulmate were so bright that it felt dysphoric on him. That was until he met his soulmate, Yuga Aoyama

Ao3 Link: Indigo and Cherry

  People always said that red and indigo looked good together but looking in the mirror Tenya always felt his eyes were too colorful. If one color had been by itself they wouldn't be overwhelmingly bright. The contrast in the colors clashed with his hair and usual outfits.

    Tensei always reassured his brother that there was no reason to be embarrassed or insecure about his eyes. "Finding your soulmate wouldn't be that hard!" He told him repeatedly throughout the years. "Your eyes are striking, imagine how they'll look on your partner." While he was trying to help Tensei's eyes were dark blue and a gray so dark it looked black, simple colors his younger brother would rather have.

    When Iida started UA he didn't expect to find his soulmate on the first day of classes. Yuga Aoyama, a blonde boy sitting in the front of the class had the same loud eyes he did. They were much prettier on him then Iida felt they were on him.

    There was only one problem, Yuga was a man. While he didn't mind he wasn't sure how his parents would feel. Both of them barely tolerated Mizushima, if they knew both of their sons had male soulmates they wouldn't accept either of them.

    Aoyama would have rather waited for Iida to approach him but as the first week of school went by he only spoke to him a few times about trivial matters. He never quite met his eyes. Tired of waiting he walked back to his desk the Monday of their second week. "Pretty eyes you have." He said endearingly as he leaned onto Iida's desk.

    For the first time Iida genuinely smiled at the compliment. Tensei was right, they were rather pretty on his soulmate. "Thank you. I think they look better in you." His eyes matched him perfectly. From the first week of school Tenya knew Yuga had a flamboyant personality and while he hadn't seen him in anything other than a uniform he was sure that his clothing matched just that.

    The boy just smiled. "I was hoping you would talk to me first but it seems you're a little shy. I wouldn't have you were the type to make me wait. Are you nervous?"

    "A little." Iida admitted.

    "An honest man, I like that. Do you want to go somewhere after school sometime?"

    "I believe that's a good idea. We should get to know each other. Should we exchange phone numbers so we can arrange a time and place?"

    "Oui." Aoyama started to take his phone out before Iida stopped him.

    "Phones are not allowed in class." The boy took out a piece of scratch paper and tore off a corner. Then he wrote his number with his blue pen and handed it to Aoyama.

    The blonde blushed as he took it. "I'll call you."

    Looking around the classroom Iida took note of his pears eyes. Bakugou and Kaminari matched with explosive red and electric gold eyes. Aizawa had one crimson eye and one that was half sky blue and half peridot. He knew Precent Mic matched him with one solid peridot eye and a similar half and half but with the red and blue of Aizawa and an unknown third individual. Todoroki and Sero matched with fire red and cole black. As the year would go one he would recognize more matches within his class.

    It was as soon as Iida got home that Aoyama called. The two planned their outing, Tenya too scared to call it a date. They would go to a juice place Tensei and him frequented. The Iida's were regulars at the store.

    Every time Tenya saw Tensei he felt a bit of guilt. He hadn't told him he had found his soulmate, something his brother was excited to do. They both silently had hoped for a girl but Tenya knew Tensei would love Aoyama. Iida always liked men more.

    "I'm going to the juice bar!" Tenya yelled as he grabbed his shoes from the door. Once he was out the door he felt his stomach fill with butterflies. The two were soulmates, he knew they would be compatible. Yet he couldn't relax for the entire walk.

    4:25 was the time he saw when he got to the cafe, twenty minutes before he was meant to be there. He sat at his normal table and saw that the waitress had already started pouring a glass of orange juice.

    "Hey little Iida!" The waitress said handing him the glass of orange juice. Her short, curly hair matched the color of the juice.

    "Hello Aoi. Thank you." He set it on the coaster beside him.

    "Is your brother joining you today?"

    "No, a boy from class is."

    Green and yellow eyes flashed with excitement as she asked him about how UA was going. After a moment of talking she got up to leave. "I'll leave you to it. Have fun."

    The chime of the bell on the door startled Tenya. Aoyama walked in and Iida learned he was right, his eyes matched him perfectly. He wore a cropped, white halter top and sparkly denim bell bottoms. While he couldn't see most of his shoes he knew he was in heels.

    "Bonjour."

The light from the windows shorn on Yuga beautifully. Blonde hair fell perfectly into place. The silver glitter on his eyes sparkled and Iida noticed the smell of a rich vanilla and floral scent. "Hello." He said, his admiration fighting his tone. "How are you?"

"I'm fabulous. You?"

"I'm doing well."

Just then Aoi came over and took Aoyama's order. "The sparkling strawberry and a Cheese Danish please."

"Of course." She disappeared behind the counter. While the juice bar mostly offered juice they offered small pastries that were centered around fruit or common cafe items.

"So." The blonde boy started, "Tell me about yourself."

"Well what do you want to know?"

"We'll start small. What's your favorite color?"

"It's blue. Yours?"

"I quite like silver and purple."

It was a moment before they fell into a rhythm while talking. The orange juice was only halfway gone after an hour. Their corner of the store had been filled with quiet laughter. Smiles were exchanged between the two as they learned why they were soulmates.

For a moment they fell still, neither boy saying a word. A soft feeling landed for them both. Locking eyes they began to understand why they universe had brought them together.

"It's far past seven." Iida chuckled. "Where you supposed to be home at a specific time?"

"Non, my Mama and Papa knew I was meeting with my soulmate and told me to take my time with him. Did you?"

"No." Iida sighed. "I simply stated I would be back." Then Tenya took a risk he didn't think he would take, "Can I walk you home?"

"Oh my." Aoyama smiled. "I suppose you could."

"Of course."

One date turned two and two turned into becoming official three months into the school year.

"My parents want to meet you!" Yuga smiled, jumping into Iida's bed. The dorms had brought the two much closer.

"I would love to meet them."

"When can I meet your's? You're brother is such a doll."

"I'm- not sure." Iida paused and then sighed. "Shortly after you met Tensei you met his soulmate. My parents don't really like Mizushima. When they learned about him they quietly put more pressure on me to continue the family line. The legacy my family holds can't be upheld by two gay men who can't give them grandchildren. When they learn about you, they will stop trying to treat Mizushima and Tensei with respect. They won't be expecting of us either." The blue haired boy help Aoyama's hands. "I don't want to put any of us through that."

"Oh Tenya."

It was hard concealing a relationship with someone you were obviously soulmates with. The only people who needed to be convinced were Tenya's parents. Eventually the truth would be revealed to them but for now Aoyama didn't mind staying away from them.

    Over time Iida started to love his eyes. He let Yuga paint his eyelids with glitter, bringing attention to them. Every time he looked in a mirror he saw they eyes of the man he loved staring back and it was hard to hate something you love so much.

People always said that red and indigo looked good together and as Tenya looked at his boyfriend as he touched up his pink lipstick in the locker room mirror, he could agree more.

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June of Doom

Day 1 (alt 1): Noose

Words: 1,396

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Yuga Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Iida (mentioned), All For One (implied)

Description: Aizawa had always defended Class 1A. He had done decent at protecting them from villains and the press alike. However, he never thought he would have to protect Yuga Aoyama from himself

Warnings: themes of suicide

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Aizawa had pretty good intuition when it came to his students. At least, he'd like to say he did. He hadn't always been the best teacher, but he felt like he was better with class 1-A. They respected him and he respected them. Everyone in the class had potential to become a truly successful hero.

The teacher got good at reading them. Sitting in class that day, he could tell something was wrong with Aoyama. His usual demeanor had been replaced with an disheaerened replica. The bright energy he normally gave off was gone, replaced by an eerie calm. He worked halfheartedly on a paper Aizawa had handed out.

When the bell rung, everyone turned in their worksheets and headed out for the day. Aizawa kept an eye on the blonde. He watched as Aoyama waited by his desk for another student. Iida placed his paper in the bin, then gently took Yuga by the hand with a smile. The two took another moment as they waited for their friends before leaving the classroom.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Back in the dorms Shota took a seat on one of the couches. He had barely start grading papers when Present Mic approached him.

"Hey Shota!" Mic casually flopped down next to him. "Grading papers huh? Who's are you on?"

"Aoyama" Aizawa replied.

"Is it just me, or has he been weird lately? "

"I noticed it today. I was thinking of talking to him tomorrow after class."

"Sounds like a good idea." Hizashi shifted gently to look at the ceiling. He didn't really feel like mentally grading work, but he wanted to stay in his partner's company.

They sat in silence for a moment. The hero marked the questions his student got wrong in red pen. He did surprisingly well on the worksheet, and Aizawa couldn't help but feel proud. Aoyama had come a long way from his first days in UA. He finished his corrections and flipped the paper over and into a growing pile.

Shota almost missed it. He grabbed the next paper, but pretty blue cursive drew him back to Aoyama's. He picked it up to get a closer look. Written on the back was a short message.

"This isn't your fault. Merci Mr. Aizawa"

A lump formed in his throat. Eraserhead stood with urgency, forgetting to put the paper down. He made a quick move towards the door.

"Sho? What's wrong?" Mic hadn't seen the note. He sat up, but Aizawa was already gone.

Outside, the teacher broke into a sprint. He prayed he was wrong. He prayed he was worries for nothing. Surely he had to be wrong about that the note meant. If he wasn't, then his student was a threat to himself. That he was going to make an attempt on his life.

What if he was too late? There was a chance that Aoyama had already fone through with it. Aizawa pushed the idea to the side. At the same time, he pulled the door of the class A dorm open. It was late, and no one saw him come in.

He took to the stairs in a rush, skipping a few as he went up. Yuga's dorm wasn't hard to get to, being only on the second floor. The pro-hero lept up the last step and rushed to Aoyama's door. Given the situation Aizawa figured it would be fine not to knock. When he reached for the door he was surprised to find that it opened with ease.

Inside was Yuga Aoyama, standing on a chair with a noose around his neck. The rope was secured to the mount normally used to hold his disco ball. The young boy looked surprised, his face quickly shifting to terror when he realized the position he was in.

"Easy kid. Let me help you get down from there." The teacher took a careful step forward, shutting the door behind him. Aoyama flinched, shifting away from Aizawa.

"Go away." Yuga murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me do this."

"I can't do that Aoyama. You know I can't do that. I'm going to help you down, and we'll talk about this." Shota tried to choose his words carefully. One wrong choice could make everything go from bad to worse in an instant. Aizawa had gone through training for situations like this as a hero. He'd run attempted suicides; buying time for the proper professional to arrive. Words couldn't describe how different it felt now that it was his kid that was a danger to himself.

"Please Mr. Aizawa. I can't do this anymore. I-I won't." Aoyama pleaded a little louder as he forced back a sob. Eraserhead took a purposeful step forward, tugging at the end of his scarf. He was loosing the blonde and he knew it.

"You'll be alright Aoyama. I can help you if yo-"

"Non! There's nothing you can do!" Aoyama cried, cutting his teacher off.

"The only way to leave his side is-" Yuga cut himself off. He paused, made a fragile attempt to calm himself, then continued.

"I'll only be free from him when I'm dead. I'm more than willing to trade his noose for one I tied myself."

"What do you mean by that?" Shota couldn't figure out what he meant. It was clear Aoyama was in a bad situation, but what was it? Why does he believe this is what he has to do? The teacher took another gentle step towards his student. The boy turned his attention to anywhere but Aizawa.

"Yuga, tell me what's going on." There was no response. Aizawa stole another step towards his target. It closed the distance between the two. If he stretched he could touch the chair. The hero in training muttered something about not deserving his help. He whispered something else, but the only word Aizawa heard was "villain".

"Take the rope off your neck, okay? I'll help you get down."

"Je suis désolé. I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa." Violet eyes met red for the first time since Shota entered the room and confirmed everything he feared.

It all happened in a second. Yuga kicked the chair out from under him. Eraser rushed forward to try and keep him from breaking his neck. The knot attached to the light came undone, and Aoyama nearly fell to the floor. Aizawa was the only reason he didn't, having been close enough to catch him. He gently guided his student to the floor.

When they situated, Aizawa was sitting on the floor where the chair had been, Aoyama leaning into his chest. The look of complete and total defeat on his face before he made his attempt destroyed Shota. It made the man's entire being ache. How could he have let this happen in his own classroom? How could he miss the signs in one of his own?

Yuga clung to his teacher, head on his chest and sobbing. Shota held him in a tight embrace. If that knot hadn't come undone there was a good chance the kid would've died. Aizawa never would've forgiven himself if something happened while he was right there. Just the idea made Aizawa sick. He ran his hand through Aoyama's hair soothingly, noticing the little tangles in it for the first time.

"It's gonna be okay. I'll make sure you're safe." Aizawa wouldn't have told him he'd figure it out if he didn't mean it. Come hell or high water this kid was going to be alright. It was his responsibility as a teacher and a hero to help. It was his responsibility as a person too.

Slowly, the teacher helped Aoyama calm down. The boy didn't sit up, opting to relax further into Aizawa's chest instead. It felt a little relieving. His action meant he felt he could trust Shota.

They could figure this out. He would stay by his kid's side for as long as he needed, no matter what. Shota's sole objective was to protect and nurture his students, after all. It might even be what gives his life meaning. What gives him a purpose.

Sitting on the floor with the boy, he recognized he had failed. He had failed Yuga Aoyama. He swore to himself he would never do it again. Never again would he allow this pain to crush any of his students.

Never.

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Whumpril Master list! I have got to get better at keeping up with these things lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy them!

Fandoms: Percy Jackson, Miraculous Ladybug, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman, The Great Gatsby, Star Wars, The Bad Batch,

Day 1: Hug

Day 2: Lies

Day 3 Sore

Day 4: Threat

Day 5: Neglect

Day 6: Distrust

Day 7: Restless

Day 8: Burnout

Day 9: Stranded

Day 10: Bandages

Day 11: Grounding

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Whumpril Day 11: Grounding

Fandom: Percy Jackson and The Olympians

Summary: Luke Castellan is walking back to The Princess Andromeda when a monster attacks Percy Jackson in an alleyway. The boy starts to have a panic attack so Luke puts aside their rivalry to help him.

    Manhattan was a busy place. Luke had never really minded it. Westport had been a small town, not nearly as large as the bustling city he found himself walking through. The man needed to make his way to The Princess Andromeda.

    For a Sunday morning, there weren't many people on the street. It was a pretty day with small clouds scattered around the sky. There was a crash in an alley a few feet ahead of Luke. Most of the time he wouldn't pay attention to the noise and while it was likely a hungover man or an alley cat, he was curious for the answer.

    Percy Jackson stood in the alley with his sword, Riptide, out in front of him. The boy was breathing heavily as he stumbled against the brick wall. Blood fell from a cut on his neck, staining his blue t-shirt. He watched as he sank to the ground.

    Luke should have left or pulled his own sword and killed him. Instead he stepped into the alley and kneeled down beside him. His hand hovered over his Percy's tucked in shoulder for a moment. "Percy?"

    Percy heard a voice saying his name. The voice was soft and comforting still he couldn't focus on it. He didn't answer the person talking to him. With his hands pressed against his neck he drew further into himself he tried to ignore the world.

    A million thoughts swirled around the sea demigods head. He wandered what would have happened if he didn't jump back when he did. He had faced death so many times but this time he hadn't thought he was in any danger. The walk to corner store wasn't long. It took five minutes to get there and most of that was getting down the apartment stairs.

    "Hey." Luke tried to get his attention. He worried about how hard the kid was breathing. Wanting to get a closer look at the wound on his neck, he tried to move Percy's hands. "Let me see." The boy panicked and backed further into the wall. "Hey, hey." Luke paused. "I'm not going to hurt you."

    Gently his rest his hands on Percy's. He made his breathing louder and slower to encourage the other boy to follow his lead. When he let the son of Hermes move his hands he sighed. The neck was a dangerous location to have an injury on. It didn't seem like there was anything that needed immediate

    Still unaware of who was helping him, Percy tried to focus on the gentle touch of hands on his neck. Whoever had him had dealt with scared people like him before. "Focus on my breathing." The voice said as he placed Percy's hands on the ground. He felt more connected to the earth as his palms felt the cool pavement.

    While the bleeding had slowed, Luke knew he needed to put pressure on the slash. Monster claws were disgusting so he needed to clean out the wound. "Stay right here. I'm going to go get something to disinfect that." He said quickly. "Keep breathing." With that he ran to the corner store Percy had been trying to go to earlier.

    As he walked in he scanned the shelves to find any supplies he might have. Standing in front of the small medical section of the store he grabbed the small first aid box. "What is wrong with me?" He whispered as he walked to the back and grabbed two water bottles. Shoving both bottles and the box in his pocket, he walked back to the door and left.

    The world felt stiff. Percy had his left hand on his neck and his other in his chest. The stranger had left him alone and he didn't trust them to come back. He needed to go home. His legs felt weak as he tried to stand so he waited. Tears were still falling from his eyes.

    Back in the alley Luke took both bottles of water out of his pocket and the box. He walked up to Percy and kneeled down to him. Opening the box he set the gaze on his leg. Then he opened the water bottle and poured some of the contents on the fabric. "This might feel cold."

    "O-okay." Percy said as he moved his  hand.

    Luke smiled softly. The boy kept his eyes on the ground. Working around that he pressed the wet gaze to the others slash. Percy winced. He seemed to be calming down. Still breathing out loud, Luke cleaned out the cut. By the time he was done, the boy was breathing steadily.

    As the man handed him a water bottle, Percy realized who was sitting with him. Luke Castellan left him with more questions than answers every time he saw him. "Luke?" While his voice was still quiet it was laced with surprise.

    "Take the damn bottle."

    Cautiously he took the water from Luke. "Why?"

    "What?"

    "Why did you help me."

    "I- I don't know."

    The two looked at each other. Neither went for a weapon or hurt each other. They weren't the villain and hero, the wicked and the savior, they were just two boys in a New York alley.

    "The old Apollo cabin leader taught us how to deal with panic attacks. I still remember the grounding techniques." Luke explained. "Maybe it's instinct." Before Percy could say anything Luke stood. He offered his hand to the other and for the first time since the summer they met each other, he took it. "Get home safe." With that, he left.

    Left in the alley Percy picked up the unopened water bottle. Something didn't sit right with him. Bad people don't have an instant to help. Their enemies, he should have taken his moment of weakness and killed him. There was no malice in the way he calmed him down.

    With more questions then answered the boy walked out of the alley and to the corner store. He thought he may as well go get the snacks he had left to get in the first place and maybe pay for the water bottle Luke stole.

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Whumpril Day 10: Bandages

Fandom; Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

Summary: After a fight Peter worries about what people might think if they saw the bandages underneath his sleeve. His fear of someone asking came true when a worried Lonnie asked to talk to him after.

Warning: Mentions of self harm.

    For Peter, it was hard to feel things deeply since he had become Spiderman. It wasn't that he didn't care about things it was that he had grown emotionally numb to many strong feelings in order to survive. However he still felt sharp objects deeply.

    Fighting anyone with claws was unpleasant. The boys suit and skin were very strong but together they couldn't stop him from getting hurt. After all his suit was simply a strong fabric and his skin was a reminder he was still human. It still opened with paper cuts.

    The villain of the week had sharp, cat-like claws that tried to tear into him.  Peter couldn't jump out of the way quick enough. The claws slashed his chest and the villain grabbed his right arm, dragging their claws into his skin as he tried to escape their grasp. They left him with large wounds he would need to take care of as soon as he could. "Hey man! Not cool!" He yelled, trying to make a joke out of the blood dripping into the pavement.

    It wasn't long after that that the villain was wrapped in his webbing, tied up against a wall. The police watched Spiderman jump away.

    There was a stinging sensation that bothered Peter as he tried to get home. The lacerations on his chest forced him to breathe shallowly and web-swinging made pain shoot up his arm. Maybe that was why he decided that he would take care of the wounds at home. Oscorp was further away and the sooner he could lay down, the better. So he walked up the fire escape that led to his bedroom window and opened it.

    Once inside, the boy walked over to his bedside table and opened the last drawer. He grabbed the bandages inside the drawer and shut it with his foot. The movements were almost mechanical as he tore the package and took the white bandage wrap out of it.

It was always harder to wrap his chest. Peter found that having one working arm had the whole ordeal harder. Blood fell onto the black sheets, the same way it had fallen on pavement earlier. The kid had learned that it was easier to have black sheets than to have to change them.

Slowly and painfully Peter wrapped his chest. Moving into his arm he had to wrap it from his shoulder to his wrist. He cut the bandages and wrapped his hand. There were fingerless gloves that Nico had given him that he decided would cover up his hand. It would only take a few days for the wounds to heal.

It wasn't the pain that bothered him the most. Peter knew how concurring bandages around his wrist could be to anyone who might see them. He was a weird, nerdy kid with an interesting leaving arrangement. The winter weather worked in his favor as everyone was wearing long sleeves. As long as no one thought he was hurting himself, he would be fine.

The next day Peter sat down next to Lonnie at lunch. He hadn't been at school for a few days so he was excited to see his friend. The two held a conversation for a while before the older of the two accidentally bumped into Peter's arm. He winced from the pain. "Woah, you okay?" He asked.

"Yep." Peter said quickly. "All good. I ran into a shelf and brushed my arm that's all." The anxiety in his voice made it crack.

While Lonnie was concerned, he dropped the subject. A few minutes later he asked Peter to pass him the apple on the other side of him. When he did he saw something white under his friend's shirt. His face twisted into concern as he took the red apple. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep!" Peter said, a little bit too loudly. "Why wouldn't I be." He tried to laugh it off.

A moment of silence fell between the two before Lonnie broke it. "Can I talk to you after school?"

"Sure. what's up?"

The bell rang and Lonnie gave Peter a smile. "I'll tell you later."

Peter had a sinking feeling that Lonnie would ask about the bandages under his shirt. He tried to think about what he would say to avoid any suspicion about being Spiderman while calming any worries Lonnie might have. It was hard to focus in class because all he could think about was when the clock hit 3:20 and the school day would be over.

When the bell rang, Peter went to get to where the two would meet as slowly as he could. His heart sank when he saw the look of genuinely concern on his friends face. "Can I walk you to the train?" He asked. "I don't want to keep you too long."

"Yeah sure." He knew that that meant Lonnie didn't want to stand in the middle of the sidewalk and talk.

"Are you doing okay? Generally?"

"Yeah? What's up?" Peter already knew the answer to that.

Lonnie seemed to be choosing his words carefully as he spoke. "I noticed something under your shirt today. It looks like bandages and I just want to make sure you're okay and safe."

"I'm okay." Peter told him. "My arm's been hurting and the pressure for the bandages helps." He lied, however he knew he had to.

"Ohh okay." Lonnie breathed a sigh of relief. The two kept a causal conversation and joked lightly about the misunderstanding. Before Peter got on the train, Lonnie stopped him. "Hey look, if anything ever does come up and you need someone, you got me. I don't want to see you get hurt. Okay?"

Peter smiled. It was nice to know he cared about him. "Thank you. Same goes for you."

"I'm serious. Day or night it won't matter." The sincerity in his voice had Peter wondering if Lonnie noticed the small changes in him like the more prominent eye bags or the tiredness in his voice.

This time Peter's smile was softer and slightly sadder. He had to be worrying Lonnie if he felt the need to talk to him. "Thank you."

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 9: Stranded

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: After Tech crashes a ship he gets stranded and has to figure out what to do until he is found.

    Tech hated flying anything that wasn't the Marauder. This time he was grateful he had been given a single seat fighter to fly. When the final bullet hit the metal and the ship started to crash, he knew he needed to get control of the situation quickly. The man doesn't remember when he hit the planet's surface.

    There was a loud alarm going off when Tech woke up. The smell of smoke filled the air. As fast as he could the clone got out of the cockpit and away from the ship. Adrenaline kept him from feeling anything that would be painful.

    One of the first things he did was check him comm. While it was still on his wrist it was shattered, breaking some of the armor beneath it. Pieces of the armor pieced his skin. Scanning the ship, Tech knew there was no use trying to use the ships communicator.

    Sliding against a nearby tree he let out a sigh. For now he as stranded. Tech realized he was shaking, an affect of the crash. Still he needed to asses the damages done. The ship was totaled. Removing his helmet the clone straightned his goggles.

    He knew his legs were weak, he had felt that walking over to the Willow Tree. Unaware of there was anything wrong with them, he started to evaluate them. As adrenaline started to wear off he could tell his right leg was broken. His left arm, while he had not looked into its condition yet, was also broken.

    While he was sure there were other injuries, Tech leaned his head back onto the tree. He had a concussion which wasn't surprising. Even with his armor the crash was hard on him. He tried to stand but his trembaling body made it difficult. Letting himself just sit against the tree he tried to judge how likely someone was to come to find him.

     It wasn't often the batch was separated. They were all on the same mission, just with different assignments. Ones they knew he was shot down they would insist on finding him. The smoke from the ship would likely give them his location.

    All Tech could do was wait. He was capable of patience, however he was in pain. The known injuries from the crash were not life threatening but there could be something he didn't know about.

    Watching his environment, Tech realized the woods around him were beautiful. Ignoring the crashed ship he smiled softly at the way the light went through the leaves of the willow trees he found himself surrounded by. The grass that hadn't been lightly singed was a pretty shade of light green. Small yellow and purple flowers covered the ground and there was a blackberry bush a few feet away from him. It wasn't to warm or to cold.

    Still the pretty view couldn't quiet the anxiety that came from the crash. Tech knew his brothers would find him but the thought that he wouldn't be found nagged at him. There was no guarantee his internal organs were okay until he was medically tested. He didn't like the helpless feeling that followed being alone and starnged on a planet he didn't get to study.

    The wind blew softly. Sounds of battle were off in the distance. Looking at the sky Tech saw it was starting to fill with color. The sun was setting and soon it would get darker and colder. Nocturnal animals would come out from their resting places as time progressed.

Placing his helmet back on the clone scanned the area. There was nothing close to him that he needed to worry about. He took the data pad that was on his belt and looked to see if it was usable. Turning it on he tried to figure out if there was a town or city he could attempt to go to. To his relief there was a small village showing in his scanner a few miles away. He tried to stand again, only slightly more stable than before.

Finding the village would be his best chance at survival. Tech hoped that someone from the village had been sent out to learn more about the ship that had crashed in their woods. Maybe they would be willing to help him get back to his brothers. The man used trees to allow him to walk. With his broken leg walking a few miles would be difficult task.

After ten minutes he collapsed against a tree again. He breathed heavily as he relieved there was likely something wrong internally that made it harder for him to travel. Tech tried to stand but found himself unable to. Instead he lay against the tree's trunk and looked at his data pad. He got it to transmit a location before it shut off.

Shifting against the tree, he tried to get comfortable. It would be a while before anyone found him. Tech's head ached as he removed his helmet again. He placed it by his side carefully and closed his eyes.

The man wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep or zoned out but when he heard a noise close to him he relieved it was night. It sounded like walking. Voices soon accompanied the sound. Ones the people came into view Tech knew who was approaching. While his vision was blurry he would know his brothers anywhere.

Wrecker was the first to speak. "Tech!" He yelled. The man ran up to him and helped him up. "Are you okay?" Sighing Tech gave him a short explanation of his injuries and what had happened. "So no?"

"Not really." Tech could feel the worry radiating off of his brothers. The world kept spinning as he tried to take a step forward. He felt forward, Wrecker catching him. His body was exhausted.

"I've got you." Wrecker grabbed him gently and carried him.

"I know."

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Whumpril Day 8: Burnout

Fandom: Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman

Summary: Peter struggles with the burnout that comes with being a teenage superhero.

    Throwing his backpack onto the bed, Peter pulled the chair at his desk back and sunk into it. He sighed and used his feat to pull himself closer to the desk so he could rest his head on it. It had been almost a year since he became spiderman.

    In the beginning it was great. Getting to work with Oscorp had been a dream, even if it was by accident. The city was supportive of their new hero. Helping the people was important and Peter was glad to do it.

    School had been going well. There wasn't a class Peter didn't ace. He took pride in his grades. His education couldn't always come first but he tried to make sure that if it couldn't, it came in a close second.

    Then there was his knee hobby. When the boy found his uncle's camera, he decided to try photography. Being Spiderman gave him access to places he previously couldn't have explored. While it was a new hobby it was enjoyable and he was starting to get good at his.

    Making friends had been hard for Peter but at this new school it seemed like he had found a good group of people. While the group was smaller, he loved his friends. The people he met at Oscorp could be fun to be around. Nico and Harry had become good friends which was good.

    As time passed it felt like his job as Spiderman stopped being so simple. At first he stopped minor crimes. His first real villains had scared him at first. The scar from Scorpion reminded him of just how easy it can be to lose your life. New villains would rise and he would fight them with all that he could.

    When new villains rose Peter would spend all his time and energy defeating them. While his homework sat at home he would put his life on the line to lock up the new villain. Time after time he would web them up and return home to finish whatever papers he needed to do before going to bed.

    The cycle started to become exhausting. Between school, his internship, his friends and being a hero he never had time to rest. Peter's body was tired and achy all the time. His mind started to fog up when he couldn't sleep enough.

    Lifting his head the boy wondered if he could lay down for a while. For a moment his eyes landed on the camera he loved taking a walk with. Even if he loved photography, he never had the energy anymore. There were a few papers that would be later if he didn't do them that day. Still he got up from his chair and threw himself into his bed. Grabbing the covers he pulled himself under them.

Burnout was a nasty thing for someone so young. Peter was 15 when the condition creeped into him. It was uncomfortable for someone so driven by everything he had an interest in. For a hero burnout was a dangerous thing.

While school, friendships, and hobbies could be tossed to the side for a while, being a hero was a full time job. There was no other option. Peter had to be Spiderman, no matter how he felt. Scars could collect on his skin, blood could be pouring from his body, and he could be so tired he wouldn't be able to stand right but he would have to answer the call when a villain appeared. It felt debilitating.

There was a buzz from Peter's phone, then another one. After a moment the buzz became the theme song for The Bad Batch. He sighed and rolled over to get his phone from his bedside table. The number was Harry's

"Hello?" Peter said when he answered.

"Dude, there's a man in the park with some kinda tech. He's treating the city." That's what Peter thought Harry said anyway. Half the time his friend called him was about some person treating the city.

"I'm on the way." As quickly as his mind would let him, Peter got his suit on. Looking at his mask for a moment, he ran a finger over it. There was an unbearable weight on his shoulders as he slipped the mask on and opened his window. Maybe after this he could rest

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Whumpril Day 7: Restless

Fandom: The Great Gatsby

Summary: Nick finds he can't sleep after the events of the night they went to the Plaza. Memories swirl around his mind as he creates knots in the blankets trying to get comfortable and sleep. After all he had work the next day.

Note: This story is made up of a mix of the book and the musical.

    Moonlight shone through Nick Carraway's bedroom window. The shear decorative curtains rested against the glass. Soft blankets covered the man's body as he looked at the white ceiling, trying to find a way to sleep. Outside the gentle song of nature played. It replaced the loud party music that normally occurred on the weekends.

    It had been an hour since Nick had gotten home and laid down. His body was tired but his mind was racing, thinking of everything that had happened. How Gatsby had stayed to make sure Tom didn't hurt Daisy, how a woman had been killed that night and the fact that the once annoying music was missing.

    Moving from laying on his back, the man took a deep breath. Nothing could be done until Gatsby got home. Then he would have to talk to him. Maybe he could make sense of the night if he talked with him. Nick could hear the wind softly moving the tree branches outside.

    It was impossible to stay still. Over the summer Nick had gotten to know Gatsby. He had spent many days with him, rather they were out of the town or simply talking in some room in the castle-like mansion or at his cabin. The two had shared many nights together telling stories of when they were at war and of their childhoods. They had gotten to know each other intimately, understanding the other in a way no one else could.

    Now everything seemed to fall apart around them. Daisy wouldn't leave Tom. Gatsby should have known she never would. Jordan was angry with Nick for the events of the evening. No one could stay the same after the Plaza.

    The air was stiff as Carraway tried to breathe. Tosing the blankets off of him he stood, the cold wooden floors attempting to help ground him. It seemed nothing would slow his mind.

When Gatsby had told Nick that Daisy had been driving he knew that he would take the blame, nothing Nick could say would change that, however he would try to. Even if the conversation would get them nowhere it was important that he tried to talk Jay down because no one else would.

The man threw his body back onto the mattress and sighed. It was unfortunate but he had to work in the morning. Nick needed to sleep. Still laying still seemed like a dangerous thing to do. When he would start to fall asleep the memory of Myrtle's body on the road would flash into his head. With it he would remember the look on George's face and Tom's.

The cabin was dark in the same way Gatsby's house was. It felt like they had been transported into a vacuum. Gatsby wouldn't leave Nick's mind, making his stay awake. Maybe everything would be okay when things blew over. Nick knew deeply that that wouldn't be true, nothing could be the same after that night.

A silly thought crossed Nick's mind, it was his birthday. Moving from one side of the bed to the other he saw the small slip of white paper on his bedside table. It was a reminder that Gatsby had a plan for his birthday. While he wouldn't tell him what it was he said "any birthday with a zero at the end is worth celebrating." The memory would have made Nick smile if the day had been a good one.

There was a cup of water next to the note. Quickly the man downed the water before placing the glass back down and moving ones more to the other side of the bed. He prayed he would wake up in the morning and this would all have been a nightmare. Unfortunately he could not entertain the delusional thinking that that would be.

Memories swirled around his confused and cracked mind as he created knots in the blankets. The sound of a car on the road caught Nick's attention. When he heard the door close he knew Jay Gatsby was home. Tossing the blankets once more Nick got dressed through the fog of being awake for so long. He needed to talk to his friend. Slipping his shoes on he decided that, since no one else would, he would stay by Gatsby's side no matter what.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 6: Distrust

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Three years after the fall of the Jedi, Bail Orgona asks Obi-wan Kenobi to accompany him to a rebel base in the outer rim. After some convincing he goes and is reunited with some old friends from the war.

    When Bail Organa asked Obi-wan to accompany him to a meeting with some rebel base in the outer rim, he told him no. It took convincing for him to leave tatooine, or more accurately Luke. "The whole ordeal will be over within twelve hours, I promise. I would not take you away from your duties for long my friend."

    "No longer than twelve hours? Bail what dangerous makes you believe I should come with you?"

    "It's not so much the place but the people. I think you would connect with them better than I can."

    "Who are they?"

    "Some, old friends. Trust me, this could be good"

    "Could be or will be?"

    Bail sighed. He looked tired as he crossed his arms. 

    "Fine. Let me know when you are close."

    "I will. Thank you Obi-wan."

    On the ship the Jedi wondered what Bail could be hiding and why he felt he couldn't tell him who they were meeting. The planet they arrived to had large, beautiful trees with mountains that had a blue tint to them the farther they got. Kenobi noticed the weather was pleasant and not hot like he had been used to on Tatooine.

    "We aren't far." Bail spoke cautiously. With the caution his friend used in his voice, Obi-was ensured his footsteps were quieter than before. 

    There was a small building in front of them. No one was outside. Bail walked them to the door and knocked three times then twice. The door opened.

    Rex stood on the other side of the door. At first he didn't realize who was beside the senator. He greeted him and told him to come inside. His cunning eyes scanned the area and they landed on the familiar man who stood almost in front of him. "General?" He whispered.

    The fear Obi-wan had felt that spring day came back to him as he looked at a man he would have considered to be a friend. His blood felt like icy water trying to get through him. Suddenly it made sense that Bail hadn't told him who was at this base. The Jedi wanted to flee, he wanted to yell at Bail or Rex or cry, however it felt like his feet were cemented to the ground and.his voice had been lost on the wall there.

    "I thought you were dead." Rex started. "You didn't tell me he would be with you." He told Bail. There was a moment of silence. "You didn't tell him we would be here?"

    "No. It was, maybe a mistake. Obi-wan?" Bail watched him closely. "Are you alright?"

    "We?" Was all Obi-wan could say. He felt betrayed. Senator Organa knew of his last experience with clones.

    "How about you come inside?" The clone said softly. It was a tone Obi-wan never heard much of from the captain. Hesitating he stepped back, his feet feeling a bit less heavy. "It doesn't have to be for long, just let me explain."

    "Obi-wan, I would not have brought you here if I thought you shouldn't hear him out. We still have business to do here." Trying to match Rex's voice, Bail rested a hand on his companion's shoulder. "Please."

    Rex looked at the man before looking back at Bail. He shook his head in disapproval, obviously not happy about what Bail had done.

    Sighing, Obi-wan tried to take a step forward. Rex was a man he once trusted his life with. Instead now he feared he wouldn't walk away from the small building. There was a lot of distrust that had been carved into the Jedi so deeply it left him feeling hollow, like you could knock on his skin and hear an echo.

    The door was wide open, Rex standing out of the doorway now. Bail had let go of the man's shoulder and gone to step inside. Rex's tired, brown eyes meet Obi-wan's and he went inside. Before the door closed the man grabbed it and took a few steps inside.

    Inside there were multiple clones from all different battalions. Obi-wan recognized the armor colors and who each man has served under. There was someone from his own battalion that he didn't recognize anymore. Echo stood in a corner watching the room. When he saw Obi-wan he smiled and walked over to greet him.

    Instinctually the Jedi took a few steps back before he walked himself into a wall. "Sorry general, I didn't mean to scare you." Echo spoke so genuinely that he wanted to believe him, however his mind would not let him.

    "It's okay, Echo." He managed.

    Bail started to speak to the clones. Obi-wan quickly realized they were part of the clone rebellion. Rex was their leader, at least it seemed, and Echo sounded like he would be close to his right hand man. The two groups talked about supplies and traded planes.

    Their conversation was quick. Most had noticed Obi-Wan standing in the corner and while amazed decided it was best to leave him alone. The man looked terrified.

    After the talk Rex and Echo approached Obi-wan carefully, maintaining a good distance between them. "Can we talk?" Rex asked, ready to hear the answer no.

    Some time passed before he said "Okay."

    Slowly Rex and Echo explained the inhibitor chips to the Jedi as well as the rebel unit they had built. It took time before Obi-wan fully understood what the two were saying. With tears in his eyes he asked them if they had a chip he could see.

    Echo brought out Tech's which he kept to feel close to him. He explained the mechanics which he had learned from his late brother. Nothing about the situation was easy.

    Slowly Obi-wan settled into the place, understanding how the clones had no choice in the fate of the Jedi and that all the men in that room had had their chips removed. The three attempted to make small talk before finding out it was too soon. When Obi-wan started to shake they decided it was best for him and Bail to leave.

    "We should talk soon." Rex got the courage to say.

    "Maybe." Obi-wan said as strongly as he could. "I'll have Bail contact you if I want to speak with you."

    Rex seemed to accept this answer. "I hope to see you soon, general."

    "I'm not a general, not anymore."

    "Then I hope to see you again, Kenobi." The two looked at each other for a moment before Bail and Obi-wan started their walk back to the ship.

    "You never would have come." Bail said. "I'm sorry for springing that on you."

    Obi-wan didn't answer. Instead he sighed heavily. "Never do that to me again. You had no right to bring me here."

    "I know. I was however right. They seemed to like being in your presents again even if it was uncomfortable at first."

    "I'm glad someone was." There was silence until they got to the ship.

    "Less than twelve hours." Bail said. Once more the Jedi ignored him. His mind was running quickly as he remembered the day the Jedi fell. Trying to replace the memories he thought about Rex and how the two had been friends. Soon enough he would talk to him again and after a while maybe they would fall into the habit of keeping in regular contact.

Until then Obi-wan was left with a bitter betrayal that burned him worse than the sand could.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 5: Neglect

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: Adrien deals with some emotions that come with his father's neglect.

  Coming back home was never pleasant. As Cat Noir jumped through his window he looked at the clock. The clock said 6:39; most people's dinner time. Adrien didn't bother rushing downstairs. He knew no one would be waiting for him. There would be no hot dinner in the kitchen or on the table.

    De-transforming, the kid sighed. Looking at his hand he remembered he had injured it before transforming. A woman had been akumatized. She had tried to grab her sister when Adrien stepped in and was shoved to the ground, his right hand digging into the gravel on the ground. Dirt mixed with blood and he put pressure on that arm to stand back up. Right after the woman had disappeared.

Ladybug and Cat Noir tried to find her for the rest of the afternoon. When it got close to 6:30 Ladybug said she needed to head home for dinner or her parents would worry. The team agreed to meet again if there was any sign of the akumatized victim. Adrien had debated staying out but decided to head home and rest.

The teen stared at his hand. Plagg looked at him, his eyes full of sympathy. They both knew that Gabriel Agreste wouldn't notice the wound or the bandages that Adrien would weapon his hand with. Parents were supposed to know when their child was hurt. Gabriel Agreste never knew when his child was hurting.

Instead of taking care of the injury Adrien decided to get something to eat. He doubted his father had even thought to get anything prepared for him. Since losing his mother he had lost weight. Being a model, people didn't notice that he sat just below the healthy weight of a 14 year old boy. Running around the city didn't help any. No one rememberd to remind him to eat or tried to make anything for him. The boy didn't know how to cook and while he had been trying to learn, if he made too much noise his father would send Nathalie to tell him to be quiet.

Gently opening his door he tried to stay silent. If his father wasn't going to pay any attention to him, why try to draw attention to yourself? So he walked silently down the stairs to the kitchen where he grabbed cereal from the cabinet and poured it into a bowl. Grabbing a spoon he went back to his room.

    Once back in his room Adrien sat the bowl down on a bedside table and laid down. He looked back at his hand before he laid his head back down. To him there was no point in cleaning the wound for now. When it started to hurt again he might wash it out and wrap it but for now he rested his tired body and mind in his bed.

The grayish light shorn in through his windows. The clouds made the environment feel dreary. The window Cat Noir had entered from was still open. It let a gentle breeze in the room.

Adrien watched the clock. As the minute hand ticked he tried not to feel resentment towards his father. Over the years he had never payed much attention to him. When the boy had opened up to Nino he called his father neglectful and cruel. Even if he knew it was true he didnt like hearing the words out loud. After that he didn't talk to him about it anymore.

Plagg lifted his caretakers hand. He didn't say anything, he had already made his point. Pushing the blankets off of himself, Adrien walked to his bathroom. Turning the water on hot he grabbed the soap and a small rag. Small rocks gathered in the sink as he washed the gash in his hand.

The boy imagined his father taking his hand and asking what happened. He thought about a distant reality where he took care of the wound; took care of him at all.

As the water became hotter Adrien thought about all the things he had lost when he lost his mother. Of course her love and presence was what he missed the most however he missed someone being there to take care of him. There was no one to talk to about his problems or his accomplishments anymore. Telling his friends never felt right. Once he had gotten used to keeping them to himself it was difficult to open up to anyone.

By the time Adrien was done washing out the gash he started to feel dizzy. He wondered how much he had eaten that day. Before leaving the bathroom he grabbed the bandage wrap he had gotten in costume from the cabinet.

Sitting back on his bed he started to wrap his hand again. Thinking of his day a twinge of jealousy ran through his body. Marinette's parents had made her sweets to share with her friends, Nino's parents took him to fix his glasses, and Alya was talking about how her parents had gotten her a journal she had wanted for a while. Remembering how earlier Ladybug had almost sounded annoyed when leaving to make sure her parents didn't worry about her made Adrien inhale sharply. Cat Noir knew he would never have that excuse because his father never thought of him enough to worry.

The cereal beside the teen's bed remained untouched as he laid back on his bed. There was no sign of the villain just as people would say there was no sign Adrien was being neglected. As he started to fall asleep the boy hoped he would dream of a world where his father would care about the untouched bowl of cereal, his wrapped hand, or about how his homework was still in his bag, half-finished.

The breeze from the window caressed his skin with kindness few people treated him with. It put him to sleep like his mother used to. Plagg floated around his holder, scared for the boy's future. All he could do was encourage him and hope the neglect didn't end with a funeral. For now he would settle beside him and hope Ladybug needed him so he could make them go by Marinette's bakery for something to eat.

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Whumpril Day 4: Threat

Fandom: The Great Gatsby

Summary: Meyer Wolfshiem gets tired of Gatsby neglecting his duty and failing to throw parties so he pays him a visit. Jay Gatsby never thought that his business with Wolfshiem would put Nick Carraway in any danger.

Warnings: Slight homophobia and the beginning of a slur.

Jay Gatsby watched the green light at the end of Daisy Buchanan's dock. The water was calm with a very gentle breeze flowing over it. For a moment he took his eyes off the light and just watched the sound. It was calming.

    "Are you close to Mr. Carraway?" Gatsby jumped at the voice. He turned around to see Meyer Wolfshiem standing in his doorway.

    "What?"

    "Don't play dumb with me boy. Answer the question."

    "Why are you talking of him?" The man started to walk forward before Wolfshiem put a hand up to stop him.

    "Mr. Gatsby, are you aware of the position you have put me in? No product is moving around and no money is circulating." He hissed. "I know you have your 'great love' but do not think about forgetting our arrangement."

    "I have no reason for the parties Mr. Wolfshiem. Don't worry-"

    "Did you think you have an option?"

    "It's my home. I will help with other matters."

    "My man in Chicago?" Anger festered in his voice but he stayed calm.

    "That was an accident-"

    "The 'missed' calls?"

    A sinking feeling settled into Gatsby's chest. He was still wandering where Mr. Carraway came into the story of why Meyer knew they were close. Nice was a close friend to Jay. The thought of something hurting his was unbearable. "Meyer-"

    Wolfshiem gave the man a list of problems they had been having. "After everything I have done for you, you treat me like this?"

    "I need to be with her. After so long, I have her. I just need a little time and I'll make this right."

    The breeze blew as Wolfshiem shook his head. He turned his head towards the cabin Nick was as a resident of. "Do you understand the stakes?"

    "I assure you, I do." Gatsby looked at the cabin as well. It was a charming little place that most people would describe as ugly. He loved it. Jay would take Nick anywhere he would let him. They often went down to the water or sat in one of their homes and talked with each other.

    "Well then, I should inform you of something. You see, Mr. Carraway has some rather unholy secrets I could share."

    Looking at Wolfshiem, Gatsby gave his business partner a puzzled look. Nick was the most honest person he knew.

   "One night near the beginning of the summer he shared a night with a man named Chester Mckee. They slept together."

    "Why do you know this? Who told you?" Gatsby spoke quickly and defensively. "Mr. Carraway's intimate life is none of our concern."

    "I believe it is your concern. You two are so close, you should know he's a fa-"

    "Don't, call him that." Gatsby knew he should have just let it go. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm down. "Who told you this?"

    "A reputable man who was there that night."

    "I need a name." His voice was low and serious. Searching for answers he watched Wolfshiem for any shift.

    "No, you don't. Here's the deal, Mr. Gatsby. We are friends, no? Because you two are so close I will keep his little secret if you don't cause any more harm to my organization."

    The man didn't need to think about it. Nick was one of his best friends. He had already figured that he was a homosexual. There were times Gatsby wondered about his own sexuality. "Fine. I'll make this right. Just-" he sighed, "keep Nick out of this."

    "Just how close are you to him? You aren't involved are you?" 

    "No we're, not. Nick Carraway is one of the best men I know. He's very important to me."

    "Well then, start planning your next party because if not I will destroy him."

    "Okay." With that Wolfshiem left and Gatsby tried not to think about how he got into his home in the first place. Looking back at the cabin he tried to remain calm. He would throw the parties and say that he did it to keep Daisy entertained. Jay had just turned back to the water when he heard a different voice speaking to him.

    "Mr. Gatsby are you okay?" Nick Carraway asked from below the balcony. He had been told he could use the gardens any time he wanted to do when he had gone to take a walk he realized his neighbor looked distressed

    Softly smiling, Gatsby sighed. "Oh yes I'm fine, old sport."