#a man with charm is a very dangerous thing || damien

[rivalriotrenegade]

BatFamily Monster AU! Pt 1

Hello everybody and welcome to my Batfamily Monster AU where I mostly just write for Jason Todd. Anyways I’m just going to start this off by telling you what everybody is. 

Bruce is a purebred vampire, duh! I mean bats? Come on man, could you be any more obvious. One of the things that make him super powerful is his ability to turn into literal smoke.  

Dick is also a purebred vampire. Just one of the many reasons everyone refers to him as “the golden child” His specialty is to hypnotize people. He’s got a natural charm to him that is already working to his advantage so that just makes him all the more dangerous to criminals. He’s great when the Batfam needs someone to go undercover and/or seduce someone. :)

Right from the get go Jason was born an outcast! He was born a werewolf-demon hybrid. Werewolves and demons already have a very bad reputation as being animalistic and bloodthirsty so being both at the same time was not helping his case. As a child he got into a lot of fights over his lineage and it didn’t help with his ‘breeds’ reputation. (Idk if being resurrected makes him part zombie too?) 

Tim is a ghoul. Think tokyo ghoul only Bruce found a human meat supplement so he doesn’t have to eat human meat. (This also explains the coffee addiction.)

Damien is also kind of shunned for being a vampire-demon hybrid. Not as disliked as other hybrids but still has to deal with a lot of people whispering behind his back, especially with his dad being famous and all. (Talia is a succubus and Bruce a vampire. So yeah.)  

Barbara Gordon is a witch and her father is a human. (Her mother was a very powerful witch) 

Cassandra is a demon. A very antisocial demon so making pacts is her weak point. 

Stephanie is a very playful hunter. She didn’t agree with what her father was doing (killing ‘monsters’) and she ended up warning people that her father was going to try and hunt them. This is what led her to meet the Waynes and getting her tidal of ‘the spoiler’. 

Kori is still an alien princess. :)

Roy is kind of a mutt in this world? He’s part werewolf because he can change into a wolf but no one really knows for sure what else he is and any blood tests come up inconclusive which is very strange. But there’s a sneaking suspicion that he’s part gremlin. It’s honestly an inside joke that's not so far-fetched. 

[the-oletus-parlor]

Essence Concept [Monster Carnival]

"Encore, now the ringmaster comes for you... it's the grand finale and it will all be over soon!"

hihi, welcome to mod hyperfixiates on a piece of media from her childhood and creates something based off of it, today's subject? Monster Carnival Island, a favorite of mod's! yeah, it's gonna be its own essence :)

also, Edgar [the painter] is banned for funny reasons/lh

"Welcome to the carnival, dearest and darling guests!" [Costumes]

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Essence Skins

S Tier: Newcomer [This spot is still open! But mod's putting down potential people to fill it: K Stewford]

A Tier: Fried Dough [Beth]

A Tier: Haunted Attraction [Damien]

B Tier: Guessing Game [Cole]

B Tier: Game of Darts

B Tier: Ferris Wheel Operator

B Tier: Ticket Master [Taegan Collins]

B Tier: Tunnel of Love

Store Skins

S Tier: Ringmaster [Shiloh]

A Tier: Newspaper

A Tier: Caged Attraction [Angeline]

"A fright within the night" [Costume's night shift]

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Essence Skins

S Tier: Newcomer -> Night Fright

A Tier: Fried Dough -> Fry or Die

A Tier: Haunted Attraction -> Fright of Your Life

B Tier: Guessing Game -> Hide and Seek

B Tier: Game of Darts -> X makes the spot

B Tier: Ferris Wheel Operator -> Feral Wheel

B Tier: Ticket Master -> One-way Ticket

B Tier: Tunnel of Love -> Sick of Love

Store Skins

S Tier: Ringmaster -> Master of Mirrors

A Tier: Newspaper -> SOS

A Tier: Caged Attraction -> Nightmare

Character Introductions

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S Tier: Newcomer -> Night Fright [Edgar]

This is basically the protagonist of the essence! He's a young 19-year-old boy looking for work. But due to being part monster, no one accepts him. And so, he ends up working at a "monster carnival" where most of the staff there is part monster to some extent! But they all hide it well. However, the carnival has something sinister going on underneath the friendly facade,,, and that something sinister can destroy the whole town if it isn't stopped...

Edgar is a friendly and sweet guy who tries his best to help everyone and is constantly trying to prove himself as a useful person. He's weak though and often thinks about giving up when times get rough... Edgar also really struggles with his identity, being part monster and part human, and he often feels lost as a result.

And no. Edgar can not play Edgar. Stinky! Shoo!

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S Tier: Ringmaster -> Master of Mirrors [Ringmaster Raven]

And one of the essence's many antagonists... Ringmaster Raven! He's the ringmaster of the Monster Carnival and the big baddie! He created the plan to enslave the whole town and he's the one who gave all the workers in the circus a promise of a better life. In reality, he's just using them all to achieve an evil goal :(

While Raven acts sweet and charming, underneath all that is a cunning and evil man, who's been carved into the manipulative man he is by his past. But outwardly, he's a kind and charming man with a strong sense of leadership and sympathy.

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A Tier: Newspaper -> SOS [Anna]

A young newspaper writer who's been struggling to get a good story, and befriends young Edgar while out one day when he helps her after some jerks trip her.

Anna is a strong-willed and hard-headed girl who puts her mind to whatever it is she feels like. She doesn't give in easily and is prone to running headfirst into dangerous situations because of this.

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A Tier: Caged Attraction -> Nightmare ["The Thing"]

A strange creature locked in a cage deep within the ringmaster's tent. Not much is known about them, only that they are dangerous and needed to be locked away from the rest of human and monsterkind...

They're an extremely creepy and cryptic creature who often predicts the events that happen later on but only in a cryptic way that only makes sense as the event happens. Very smart little pal.

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A Tier: Fried Dough -> Fry or Die [Hannah]

The Carnival's snack vendor, whose best selling food is their fried dough!

Hannah's a soft-spoken, kind but stern woman who often keeps other members of the carnival in check, and she often checks in and makes sure everything is okay.

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A Tier: Haunted Attraction -> Fright of Your Life [Alex]

Alex runs a haunted house in the carnival and spends all their time scaring guests half to death inside the haunted house! They use giant animatronic puppets to do most of the scares, but sometimes, they'll go in themselves and do a little scaring,,,

Alex is a well-meaning but mischievous person! They like to have a little fun here and there and tend to be easygoing.

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B Tier: Guessing Game -> Hide and Seek [Dominic]

Dominic runs a weight guessing game at the carnival! If she guesses wrong, you'll win a prize!

Dominic is a laid-back but antisocial person who likes to be in the background. She has a tragic past that distances her from the others... but she can put on a friendly face for work.

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B Tier: Game of Darts -> X makes the spot [Dean]

Dean runs one of those games where you have to throw darts at the balloons and when you win, you earn a prize!

Dean's a friendly and bubbly personality and he's genuinely just happy to be there, making little kids' dreams come true.

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B Tier: Ferris Wheel Operator -> Feral Wheel [Bruce]

Bruce runs the Ferris Wheel! Duh.

Bruce is a quiet but serious soul, and while friendly, he can become very stern and serious within seconds. He just wants to ensure the safety of their guests.

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B Tier: Ticket Master -> One-way Ticket [Kanede]

Kanede runs the ticket standdddd, taking people's money and letting them into the fantasy land that is the Monster Carnival!

Kanede is another cunning and manipulative villain, being trained and raised by Raven their whole life, but they're overall a sweet and friendly personality, and they just... enjoy being around people. But... they live to appease.

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B Tier: Tunnel of Love -> Sick of Love [Jamie]

Jamie runs the tunnel of love, which is like a boat ride for couples.

Jamie is... a sad personality. They dislike their job and often talk about how much they hate being part monster and genuinely wished they could live a normal life... they always seem upset, down, or blue.

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[chellyfishing]

So I’m on the last book in the villains & virtues trilogy by AK Caggiano which I am absolutely loving and I just real quick wanted to talk about something the author has been doing that I think is so cool and I’m putting it under a cut mostly because it’s sexual in nature (oblique references to SA also):

The conceit of the book is that we have our villainous bad boy, “Damien Maleficus Bloodthorne” (these books are VERY self-aware) and a good girl named Amma, and they are forced together by The Circumstance and despite initially clashing they end up developing feelings for each other.

In the first two books we learn about a villain Amma knew in her previous life before meeting Damien, and while it’s never discussed explicitly or any amount of detail, the two had a sexual relationship that was dubiously consensual at absolute best (that’s the “person who treated her like an object” mentioned above), and there’s a scene in which he outright attempts to force himself on her. That guy is from the jump unequivocally a villain. He is charming to others but in private he is cruel and violent with Amma and we want him gone.

With Damien, however, she’ll frequently find herself in situations where he has to boss her around or tie her up (honestly one of my favorite scenes, it’s so funny) and she realizes she’s actually super into it. And here finally the author really highlights why this is surprising and puzzling to Amma: why is it okay with Damien when it wasn’t before?

And the reason is because by the time Amma has become attracted to Damien, she knows she is safe. She knows, for example, that when he ties her up he’s not really tying her up, she’s not in real danger, but illusion of it is there, and that’s what she finds thrilling. A man actually being controlling and domineering, a man who disregards her boundaries and lack of consent, is terrifying and horrible. A man she knows by this point is actually kind, will not hurt her (…not like that anyway), will not force himself on her, is actually very appealing even (especially) when he’s being a little rough with her.

Damien has the ability to literally force (via magic) Amma to do things but when he does this, it’s a violation. She doesn’t like it at all and the closer they get the less and less he uses it until he stops all together. But if he tells her what to do without the magic word, with her knowing she can refuse without being retaliated against, then it becomes fun and sexy.

Anyway I’ve just never seen an author really do something so deliberate and pointed like this before when it comes to ideas of danger and control in romance! She likes being dominated but in a safe and consensual way and when it’s not those things it’s portrayed as bad and horrible because it is! I love it!!

I recommend these books very much, they are so fun and funny, but I hasten to add that you shouldn’t expect explicit sex. Just as The Circumstance brought them together, it also keeps them arm’s length apart. The tension is real but there’s very little acting on it, though they get close occasionally. Mostly it’s just been a little kissing. I guess it would be classified as a slow burn? But I’m just realizing maybe I don’t know what that means? They haven’t smashed by the beginning of the third book is what I’m getting at, just a little kissing and some PG-13 tension and longing. He did say the word cock and where he’d like to put it at one point.

[talesnbone]

when: may 29th, 4th night of the lantern festival who: dextral tremaine && damien gothel @onceuponatimcx​

the festival was only meant to be a few days, but it seemed to drag on in such a manner that nearly caused a headache. it was all manners and careful direction. reconnaissance and putting together a full picture. corona was the exact reason he had left the shadow realm in the first placed. that elder sister of his that seemed to live in her glittering bubble. all of his purpose in that moment, was for her. to make her suffer. make sure the world understood her lies. with all of that said, it didn’t mean he didn’t need a little respite. a little enjoyment.

not that he could call his day something of that sort. first boat races that were boring enough, which then became something else entirely afterward. if he had to see one more thing that proclaimed something about a poor princess and that damned sun drop flower, he may have to kill someone.  it certainly wasn’t going to be himself.

it happened to be those moments that reminded him that it didn’t matter his drive or single goal focus. even he needed time to relax. it certainly wasn’t going to be relaxing into a mug of ale or any other form of libation. instead, damien knew what he was craving. a like mind. a like mind that he didn’t have to deal with having the idea of magic over shadowing it all. it wasn’t as if the children of those with magic had shared things with him or seemed to be doing things as they wished, but he left nothing to chance. he simply assumed it was something to plan for.

with all of that being said, there were really on a few people he could stand to have a real conversation. something that wasn’t carefully curated or a complete lie. that is what found him looking for dextral. it had been a habit over the years. it took time for him to notice that they seemed to have a simple understanding whenever they had interacted. damien wasn’t one to say anything about friends, but if he had to have one, he would put the other shadow born as the closest.

“dextral,” he offered in greeting as he moved into the room, decorum be damned on waiting to be asked to sit. “please, tell me you have found something more intriguing through out this day that had nothing to do with boat races or a little lost princess and a flower?” he was not trying to hide any of his disdain. “it’s liable to drive someone to murder.”

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

BNHA X DP Crossover HCs

After the long wait and finals, here are my ideas for all the quirks/occupations and other concepts I devised for the DP characters in the BNHA universe. This was just for fun and for inspiration towards others interested in this crossover au in general. 

Tagging the people that were looking forward to this post based on the replies: @qoinq-qhost, @floralflowerpower, @tgfangirl4eva @goodfish-bowl, @whitehairglowinggreeneyedcrush and more. 

Anyways, happy reading, folks!

Mr. Lancer

Hero name: Mr. Scholastic

Quirk: Bookworm

Involves his iconic usage of literature titles & quotes for swears to become abilities corresponding to the novel’s contents/themes. Course, he is limited to only books he has read and can quote accurately. Additionally, his voice gets very raspy past two or three quotes as well.

Occupation: Homeroom Teacher for Class 1- A; He’s very dedicated to his new students and teaching the fundamentals of being a pro hero and more! Course, I don’t think his chamomile tea with a wedge of lemon is enough to help him relax from his students (*cough* Danny, Tucker and Poindexter) from their antics at times. 

Danny

Hero name: Phantom 

Quirk: Ghost core (Ok, @coffeecakecafe had the best name for this one gotta give credit here)

Able to do anything a ghost is perceived to do. Go through walls, disappear and fly. This is a one of a kind quirk as it was obtained from Danny’s old quirk being altered by a machine his parents made that would repurpose/alter an individual’s quirk based on their past family members' own metahuman genetics.

Danny is doing his best and trying to understand his new quirk without causing too much attention to himself while doing so but it seems like its been doing the opposite as of late. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone with all his classmates around to help him!

Sam

Hero Name: Black Dahlia 

Quirk: Overgrown 

Able to create any plant that she knows the biological makeup and content of in almost any environment. However, it is important for her to drink lots of nutrient rich water and take in enough sun if she plans to create larger versions of these plants.

Tucker

Hero name: Tech Master

Quirk: Tech Core

Located on his chest/heart area is a special energy core capable of powering electronics at a rate faster than anything made-man could ever hope to achieve. As a kid, Tucker would tinker away in his family’s garage on a suit that would harness his power to the fullest extent and lead a new era of support tech in the hero world.

Valerie

Hero name: Red Huntress

Quirk: Electromagnetism (Someone I’ve been trying to find their post on my blog had posted this idea and I fell in love with it ever since)

She’s like Static Shock but with a dash of magenta/ruby lasers she can create through focusing her electromagnetism through her finger tips. She is an expert with her quirk and has the best handle of her quirk than most of her peers. She is the most frequent visitor in the support equipment workshop next to Tucker, Poindexter and Danny. It’s how she built the hoverboard she has in the show that utilizes her electromagnetic abilities for both offensive and defensive maneuvers. (Also, I enjoy the idea that Bullet is Val’s uncle on her mom’s side and is her biggest supporter alongside her dad, Damien Gray).

Jazz 

Quirk: Serenity 

Helps calm individuals and give them a sense of safety/security when they’re around her in a 10 feet radius. Though, anyone out of range cannot be affected by her quirk and she needs to be conscious in order to use it.

She planned on becoming a pro hero but felt her powers were best suited for her dream profession as a psychologist. She has used her quirk a lot when Danny was overwhelmed with his studies prior to UA. Course, a phone call and sibling chat over the phone certainly does the job for Danny now when it comes to preparing material for exams. (Course, its up to you guys to decide)

Dash

Hero name: Rager

Quirk: Strength Magnification

Improves his physique and stamina by a large percentage for a set amount of time. Needs to be careful of how much/long he magnifies his body or else his body will become immensely sore. 

Kwan

Hero name: Rallier 

Quirk: Team Rally (50/50)

Able to duplicate himself 3-4 times while being able to power-up allies’ quirks or stamina with a rally chant to help the team. The more duplicates there are the rally effect multiplies/stacks on the individual but it can lead to dangerous outcomes for their quirk output. 

Kwan is the class representative for 1-A, he’s the best at the job and was more than thrilled to be the one leading his class in more ways than one.  

Paulina

Hero name: Enchantress

Quirk: Charm

If the opponent is flustered by her taunts or flirting, their vision will become altered and start seeing things that are not there. It works better on men than women and the opponent can snap out of it with enough willpower or if they’re not interested in her.

Star

Hero name: Ms. Meteorite

Quirk: Comet

Similar to Gran Torino’s Jet quirk except faster and she can create an explosive impact on where she lands. Similar to a meteorite landing on earth, she also learns to use this as a long distance move by punching fast enough as she descends to create wind pressure punches.

Poindexter

Hero name: Tex (like in Tex Avery; Danny gave him the idea!) 

Quirk: Slapstick

His appearance is black and white just like an old timey cartoon character as well as having the durability and cartoon powers of one. However, his quirk can only work as long as what he does with it is funny in the circumstance it’s used for. Sort of like “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” rules in a sense. 

Sidney is part of Class 1-A just saying, I don’t care, this is Poindexter’s time to shine here to be the coolest/funniest person in the class. Also, Tucker’s most loyal friend/tester for new support items. 

Wes Weston

Hero name: Vigilance

Quirk: Deduction

He is able to deduct people’s identities to flaws/weak points for him to use against them and  exploit against problems. 

Class 1-B Representative and the most annoying/terrifying person that Danny has dealt with in his life. He was able to figure out that Danny’s quirk is not his own or more so that it's not natural and takes every opportunity to state this regardless if anyone is listening or not. 

Amber Mclain

Hero Name: Ember

Quirk: Fiery voice (50/50)

Her quirk uses the vibrations in her sining voice to conduct intense heat waves onto opponents or utilize to rumble the structures around here and even put out the flames from her quirk. Its like a combination of Present Mic and Endevours quirk but it leaves her with a strained or inflamed vocal cords with overuse. 

Third year student or an upcoming rock star that has certainly gain huge popularity after her song “Remember” was a nationwide hit amongst the younger generation. She’s striving to be the top hero while making her next hit to become the 1# song on the listings. 

Dani

Hero name: Phantwo (lol jk; unsure what her name would be)

Quirk: Poltergeist 

Similar to Danny’s quirk “Ghost”, except she has the additional ability to melt herself to a slimy puddle and use her ectoplasmic slime to trap or surprise opponents.

Clockwork

Hero Name: Clockwork

Quirk: Time Keeper

Clockwork’s quirk allows him to stop time for 5 to 15 minutes and be able to rewind it in the same amount of time. It can be one to multiple objects as long as he touches them in order to interact with them.

Principle of UA in this au. He’s quite a reserved man but still manages to visit and congregate with students throughout the school during lunch period. 

Flynn Fenton/Flynn Walker

Hero Name: The Green Knight

Quirk: Mineralization 

His quirk allows him to manipulate the minerals and inorganic materials in the atmosphere to create into crystalized constructs that are almost stronger than diamond. Luckily, the crystals have no value so he doesn’t have to worry about that aspect of his quirk. He does have to worry about his skin becoming dried out as a result of his quirk usage. 

Flynn is a third year student that loves to check up on his cousin, Danny, any chance he gets bc of the amount of work he does with his internships.

James Walker (or James W. Hausermann)

Hero name: Warden Wraith

Quirk: Plasma Apparatus

His quirk ionizes the electrolytes in the blood system into plasma. His entire body is composed of plasma giving him his skeletal appearance. He can create plasma chains, teleport from point A to B and more as long as he focuses and has enough energy at use. Course, he can have minor to severe dehydration and imbalance in his electrolyte levels from overuse. 

Occupation: CEO of an infrastructure security company/Provisional License Examiner just like Gang Orca.The ghost prison guards become his backup/helpers for the exam phases. (They’re just trained stuntmen with combat or military experience for the occasion).

Also, I like to think Walker has kids in this au who are in the Class 1-A group; they’re not hard to spot they take after their father with their skeletal complexion. 

Skulker

Villain name: Quirk Hunter

Quirk: Tracker

The moment Skulker makes eye contact with his target he will be able to hunt them down and find them anywhere no matter how good they are at covering their tracks. He can lock on to only one target, but he will be able to know their heart beat, quirk, be able to place a tracking/scent line that only he can see and will lead him to his target’s location. It lasts for over a day or a half.

Occupation: Skulker is known for capturing, info-detailing or “retiring” newcomer pros or specific quirk users for his clients that pay him handsomely for their targets, dead or alive. Thanks to Vlad, Danny was strictly intended to be captured alive by Skulker but sometimes he gets too thrilled by the hunt to not have a memento. Trust me, it's more of a dangerous 

Nicolai Technus 

Villain Name: Technus 

Quirk: Technopathy

A genius in his own right, even if he’s a little crazy, with the best ability possible for a man of science and innovation. As long as he knows the makeup and attributes of the machine, Technus is able to completely repurpose or change a machine’s qualities for offensive and defensive qualities. Whenever that be for a mech suit or hacking a high tech system for entry, he’s able to do it as long as he knows what it is and how it functions. An example is repurposing a slot machine into a submachine gun that shoots coins at the target. 

Vlad Masters

Name: Vlad Plasmius

Quirk: Vampire

Can do anything a vampire can supposedly do. However, he was able to manifest an additional aspect of this quirk which is the ability to copy any quirk users ability. Based on the type of blood he ingests decides the amount of time he can use the copied quirk for.

Occupation: CEO of his own hero firm, he is extremely selective with the interns he has that there is a major waitlist to be even consider for Masters Inc. Course, imagine the surprise Danny must of felt when he received an offer from Vlad right off the bat after the Sports festival. 

Bruce Guiles (Bullet)

Hero Name: Bullet 

Quirk: Sphyraena or Chimera Fish

Able to do anything a barracuda can do or the quirk is a 50/50 mutant quirk in which he has both the traits of a barracuda, Chimaeras and a touch of piranha from his parents being of one of these fish species hence Chimera. Bullet can do anything those fish can do overall but he can’t go too long without hydration from water. Water quality and its oxygen content also affect his abilities by a noticeable percentage but he still remains quite formidable as a quirk user.

Occupation: Captain of a coast guard team, he’s a strict military man with an amazing record of saving people from any disasters both on land and sea. Him and Walker are best buddies ever since they went to school together. 

Vortex

Hero Name: Vortex

Quirk: Storm Warning

Vortex can utilize any variation of a natural disaster depending on the environment he’s in. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, you name it he can create it for his use. However, despite his amazing control over his quirk it is still possible for him to create these disasters if he lost control or magnify another pre-existing one if he loses focus. 

Occupation: Storm-chaser/Forecaster; His control and knowledge in combating/predicting these natural disasters has led to him to be part of a storm chasing crew and they’re the best in helping disaster prevention teams evacuate citizens as a result.

Petra Eris

Hero name: Pandora

Quirk: Butterfly Effect

Can manipulate or prevent a chaotic event to happen if she was in proximity and present to prevent it to happen. Or even give a little chaos to the opponent to deal with during battle. 

One of the top ten heroes and most beloved heroes in the country. She is the best strategist in any team and has a way to predict any event before they happen given the necessity of it for her quirk to work in her favor. 

Johnny 

Vigilante name: Johnny 13

Quirk: Unlucky

Johnny manifests his bad luck into a shadow that will latch onto opponents and cause unfortunate events to occur more for that individual as a result. However, the shadow cannot exist in complete sunlight; it can only remain if there are already shadows in his general area or it’s nighttime and its effects are strongest at that time obviously.

Occupation: Johnny is the leader of a biker gang or de-facto leader of said biker gang who loves to raise hell and helping folks that need saving whenever he’s around or is up to the task. Kitty tags along with him to help him out of jams and bc she loves him. :3

Kitty

Vigilante name: Kitty

Quirk: Lovesick

Kitty sends a smooch towards her opponent which if it makes contact causes the individual to have nausea or become disoriented for around 10 minutes. It can also have a chance of lasting longer if the individual was sort of infatuated with her regardless of gender. 

Pariah Dark

Villain name: King Pariah

Quirk: Ultimate Adaptation 

Similar to all for one except with the unpredictability for both the user and opponents. Pariah can manifest any type of quirk needed to defeat anyone that stands in his way both one-on-one and in groups. Course, drawbacks are the learning curve to some of the quirks and that multiple adaptions he utilizes at once will destroy his cells in the process. 

Pariah is a former follower of all for one who had unique quirk that All for one augmented to help him succeed if both Shigaraki and Tomura failed in their own conquest for the world. But now Pariah has his own plans to succeed where they failed and become the leader who shapes a new world order with an iron fist. 

Frederick Kingsmen

Villain/vigilante name: Fright Knight

Quirk: Burning Energy Infusion

Able to form/infuse objects with his own burning energy life force that is capable of burning or slicing through any in his sight. The sweat he gives off is what provides the material needed to ignite his unnatural flames despite it causing his body to overheat still. 

Fright Knight is Pariah’s second-in-command with a loyalty to him as strong as his control over his power. Fright Knight has faced many pro-heros as he carried out the smaller phases of Pariah’s plans and most of them barely came close towards defeating or leaving as much as  scratch on the knight. 

Rodolfo Gonzalo  

Hero name: Wulf

Quirk: Werewolf + Portal creation (50/50?)

Can do anything a werewolf can supposedly do; somehow it allows him to create portals with his claws to locations he has marked with them or visited in the past. 

Wulf was abducted on by Pariah’s forces and sent into the Nomu labs for experimentation to force on another quirk and instill complete allegiance to their cause. Course, Wulf broke free as a result of that new additional quirk allowing him to escape their clutches and his previous one helping him survive the endeavor. However, he lost his memories in the process and could only remember his native language, Spanish, and his hero name Wulf. 

Overgrown

Villain/vigilante Name: Overgrown

Quirk: Plant Manipulation

Can manipulate any pre-existing plant matter or create new vegetation if water and soil is present for the process or he understand the biological makeup of the plant in question. 

Occupation: Pro-hero or eco-terrorist who is tired of humanity from abusing the environment from quirk battles to industries using the land for their own benefits and none others.

That’s all I have for now! I hope this was worth the wait, guys. As well as, inspire ideas for your takes with a DP x BNHA Crossover! 

[bonesandquills]

Two Sides (Darkiplier x Reader, Part One)

Warning: Angsty fluff. I took waaaay to many liberties with this story, but I hope you guys like it.

No specific gender, I think. If you see something that changes that please let me know and I'll fix it!

You had been living in the manor for quite a while now. How you got there was a matter up for debate, but debate among the inhabitants of this place usually ended with an injury and some blood. You assumed you had wandered in, but you didn't quite remember...

In any case, that didn't matter. You were as much a part of this place as Dark, Wilford, Yancy, or any of the others were. They accepted you like family, some more than others. Mark, the tall dashing owner of the manor, was the most warm and welcoming. He was referred to as 'Actor' by most of the others, and they seemed to keep out of his way. You didn't quite understand why, he seemed kind. A little egotistical, but he was always looking after you, asking how you were feeling or if you wanted anything.

You didn't ever quite understand the reason for this place, or the sort of work that Mark and the other egos did. You knew that they never strayed far from the manor.

You were on pretty good terms with just about everyone except Dark, with whom you had no terms at all. He was aloof, cold, haughty, and went out of his way to avoid contact with everyone unless it was absolutely necessary. When he spoke, his tone was quiet and melancholy, devoid of most emotion. You knew he wasn't human, most of the people here weren't. Still, he seemed odder than the rest. Maybe it was his red and blue aura that flared up when he was angry. Maybe it was his sense of always being a few seconds ahead of himself, as if he was reading a script and remembering what to say next. Maybe it was.... it could've been anything, really.

You knew, subconsciously, that he was a villain. That's what Mark had told you.

"Darling," he had said, using his favorite name for you. "I need to speak to you about something important."

You had looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

"I want you to stay away from Darkiplier. He's dangerous. He's nothing but a villain, and that's all he'll ever be. He'll try to take you, try to manipulate you, and I don't want to see that happen to you."

Sure, Dark had a temper, but you'd never seen him do anything inherently evil. Still, you supposed Mark knew him best and you trusted Mark. You didn't go out of your way to avoid him, but you didn't try to seek him out either. He didn't really seem to like you either, so it all worked out.

Until... it didn't.

You started to notice things, things you would have let pass by a few times, but they continued to happen, and finally you had to admit something was wrong. Mark had been acting... wrong. He said everything as if it were a memorized line, but sometimes he would slip up. After one of these, he'd disappear into his room and refuse to speak to anyone, even you. This made you feel hurt, and alone, and you started spending more time in the Manor's library.

What had happened to your sweet, lovable Mark? Why did he now does add much time as he could away from you? Why could he now not meet your eyes?

With these thoughts running through your head, you didn't quite watch where you were going when you stepped out of the library, and crashed into someone very cold.

You stumbled back, close to losing your balance, but were stopped by a chilled hand grasping your upper arm.

"Are all humans so clumsy?" Dark said in his quiet, rumbling tone. "Or is it just you?"

You looked up at him and scowled. With Dark, you are never sure if he was teasing or actually just an asshole.

"I'm not clumsy, you ran into me."

He gave a small minuscule tilt of his head. "No. You crashed into me because you," He brushed past you into the library. "Were simply not watching where you were going."

You scowled and walked off.

Later, you ran into him in the hallway. Not literally this time, just a simple chance encounter. You made fun of the disorganized bundle of papers in his arms and he replied with some snarky remark. You grinned and parted ways.

And so this continued. You would find him in the library, or wandering the corridors, or simply sitting in the garden, all things that you liked to do. Slowly, but surely, your conversations with him became longer, further than just exchanging pleasantries. You grew to find yourself thinking about him when he wasn't around, not in any romantic sense, but just that he was someone new to talk to. You made a more conscious effort to find him, to engage in conversation.

Slowly, eventually, after many months of tentative acquaintanceship, he began to do the same. He would join you in the library, or simply accompany you on one of your walks outside the manor. He couldn't stay away long, but what time he could he spent with you.

The reason he gave, always, was that he was bored. He had nothing else to do, so he might as well spend it with you, pathetic mortal that you were. But you knew him better than to accept that as his reason.

Everyone else in the Manor was terrified of him. Not that you quite blamed them, he made quite a daunting figure. Still, you didn't mind his outward appearance, and he found that... fascinating. Comforting, perhaps.

Maybe, for all his cold resentment towards anything living, Dark just wanted someone to talk to.

"Are you even listening?"

You snapped out of your thoughtful stupor. You were walking next to Dark through the Manor gardens, and had gazed off while he was talking.

"Sorry, Dark, I wasn't paying attention."

"Obviously. So what's on your mind?"

You paused. "Nothing important."

"You, dear, are a terrible liar," He said nonchalantly. "And I hate liars. Try again."

You gave a short laugh. "I was just thinking about Mark."

You paused as you saw him tense, his eyes darkening slightly. When he saw you watching the look disappeared as soon as it came.

"Oh? And... what about him?"

"Has he been seeming... off, to you?"

You thought you heard him scoff, but maybe you were imagining it. "No, I hadn't noticed."

"Oh... well, we used to be sort of a thing, you know? I was really close, and now I think something's happened. He just seems like he's uninterested and he spends a lot of time just avoiding me. You work with him, has he said anything?"

You looked at him expectantly, but he only sneered.

"Me, work with him? Only because I have to."

You raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You must have noticed. I can't go far from the Manor."

You nodded. "Yes, you're connected to it. Mark said something about your death-"

Dark turned to you. "And how exactly did he tell you I died? What extravagant lie did he make up for you this time, hm?"

You furrowed your brow, surprised by this sudden outburst. "Mark.... Mark wouldn't lie to me. He would never."

Dark's black eyes bore into yours, but there was no malice there, not any that was directed to you at least. "Of course he wouldn't. So what did he tell you."

You gathered your thoughts, growing more doubtful by the moment. "He.... he said that you got shot. That you make William angry and he shot you."

He looked at you. "Anything else?"

"No, he said that you were brought back by the Manor."

Dark sighed and rubbed his head. "Another one..."

You did a double take. "What do you mean, 'another one'?"

"Another romantic partner, another lie, another story."

"Another... partner?"

Dark gave you a grin that seemed more sinister than reassuring. He started walking again, in his wide-paced stance and his hands behind his back. You didn't follow, thinking that this was one of his signals, meaning he didn't want to talk anymore. At least until he paused and spoke without turning his head. "Are you coming?"

You hurried after him.

"Everything you know about Mark is a lie," he said bluntly, without giving you any time to react or interrupt. "You are not the first person he has brought to this place, not the first one he has charmed with his lies." He took a deep breath. "This place is far, far older than you believe, and so are all of us. We all died several years ago."

You nodded. So far, you followed.

"We, however, were not the cause. Mark may paint himself the hero, but he is far from that." As he spoke his words grew lower and more laced with ringing static. "He killed all of us."

"But.... Wilford's not dead?"

"Yes, he is. As dead as all of us, but it didn't happen here. That's not important."

"Long ago, Mark married a woman named Celine. He was entirely devoted to her. He gave her everything. But she betrayed him, and cheated on him with his best friend, his brother. Wilford."

You felt your heart pang. Having been cheated on before, you knew how that felt.

Dark continued. "The betrayal sent him mad. He decided to get his revenge on everyone, even those who had nothing to do with it."

"What do you mean by that?"

He growled lowly. "Have you heard talk of a man named Damien?"

You nodded silently.

"He was Celine's brother. He was the Mayor of this town, before the world came crashing down around us. He didn't have anything to do with Celine and her cheating, but Mark directed all of his wrath... at him. His second brother."

"He sought to make himself the hero of the story, his broken mind not being able to comprehend the terrible things that he was doing. In his thinking, he was doing right, and we were the villains. He faked his own death, and one by one took the rest of us."

He didn't want to seem to go into detail, and you weren't going to push him. There would be time for that later, and you didn't think that this was the right state to be pushing Dark into.

"I was... forced, into this body. I share it with three other souls. I was given the anger, the means, to be the villain. So..." He spread his hands in a 'what you see' gesture. "Here I am. The villain."

Your head was spinning and everything seemed loud. "So... why did Mark bring me here?"

Dark smirked. "Don't you know? Ever hero needs a damsel in distress."

"Distress? I'm not in distress."

With these words, Dark held his head. He mumbled something under his breath, something you couldn't make out. When he looked up, any trace of the kindness or softness you had previously seen in him was gone. He gripped your wrist almost painfully, and dragged you close to him.

"Are you so sure about that, darling dear?"

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Party Time

This might turn into a future chapter in one of my fics, im not sure yet. 😅 Anyway! This is a Splendor and True thing, once again. Finley and Damien are mentioned, but Gage plays a bigger part. Dark and Delta are also mentioned, as well as Ben very breifly. Enjoy! 💗

True’s head popped off her pillow when she heard the bumping bass of music kick up from somewhere in the mansion. Splendor was away for a meeting of some kind, having not taken any of them with him for professional purposes, or something along those lines. The music was definitely the party kind though. The kind that got your body moving and you would expect kids in high school to grind on each other to at prom.

That being said, she didn’t know they were allowed to throw parties. It had been a long time since she’d had the privilege of attending one though, so she was curious to see if that was actually what was going on.

Opening her door, the music playing became a little clearer, Bottoms Up by Trey. Her footsteps unable to be heard over the bump of the base that had no business being that loud, she made it to the top of the staircase just as Nicki’s rap began.

Her jaw fell open at what she saw. The entire entrance hall floor was covered in small circles with odd symbols written inside of them. She knew those well. Summoning circles. It seemed a few stragglers were late to answer their calls though, as she watched them pop in from seemingly nowhere and then make their way toward where she knew one of the bigger rooms were. Now she knew the purpose of the room. It was for parties.

Finley appeared from the direction of what True now dubbed the ballroom, walking with authority she knew she had, but not over beings that she didn’t control. She seemed to take in all the circles that had been drawn, huffing as she glanced around the room, freezing when her eyes landed on True. “True, please tell me there aren’t any circles up there.”

True pulled away from the banister for a moment, glancing around for anything she might have missed before shaking her head down at the proxy. Watching her sigh in relief before stiffening as Gage spoke up.

“True!?” She watched him run in, taken a back by the stuff he was wearing. His clothing was perfectly normal, but the guy had somehow glued small glow sticks to his face, they didn’t seem to hinder his speech at all. “True! Get down here, it’s party time. You told me you hadn’t had one in a long time, and I think you’re way over due!”

She sighed, smiling to herself as she walked down the stairs. Laughing a bit at Gage and his chaotically good intentions behind his chaotically crazy actions.

“You didn’t tell me it was for her.” Finley shot at him, arms crossed as she finally seemed to relax a little.

“You didn’t ask, babe. Besides, who’s to say we can’t have a party every now and then?” He shot her a wink as he grabbed True’s arm once she was in reach, dragging her towards the ballroom and away from the troubled ginger, not letting her try and sway True into not participating in what he had planned.

Her eyes quickly took in everything that had been set up. Lights, tables, chairs, food and music. There was no way Gage set this up all by himself, but she didn’t really get a whole lot of time to think about the strategy of setting something like this up. Gage walks her to a corner of the room with a group of what she assumes to be demons, she couldn’t be sure because most of the things that had been summoned quickly took up a glamour as soon as they walked in. The only thing she knew for sure is that they were busy passing around more than just a few blunts, one of them was busy setting up a few bongs. Of course, Gage had dragged her right to the stoners.

“Dark, it’s been a while, glad you and your mate could make it. Should we be expecting Ben too?” He nudged a dark elf looking man with his foot, his glowing red eyes taking in who was talking to him before he said anything.

“Oh, Gage! It has been a while. Yeah, Ben might pop in here soon. I just shot him the message a minute or two ago.” Dark wrapped an arm over the shoulder of the person sitting next to him. Seemingly a girl with brown hair and a red hoodie, her legs thrown over his own as she puffed out in his face. He chuckled as he took a moment to lock eyes and breath it in. “Delta couldn’t resist when I told them there was probably gonna be weed and food. You know how it is.”

Gage laughed as he took an empty seat next to Dark and patted the chair next to him for True to take. She took a moment though, this not being the normal crowd that she usually hung out with, but knew how to not be a total fuck up.

Dark looked her over for a moment, detached interest in her apparent as he took a hit of his own blunt. “So, you add a forth one to your polycule or is this just another proxy?”

Gage laughed a bit, pausing his retrieval of a couple blunts from the center table to wave a hand in dismissal toward Dark. “Neither man, Dots couldn’t make her a proxy if he tried. Way too.... well, its not place to say why or why not she can’t be a proxy.” He cast a nervous glance toward True before continuing. “But were happy as a triangle, and I think Fin would have a heart attack if she had even a single other person to worry about.”

Dark’s gaze narrowed at Gage as he avoided giving him an exact reason for True’s inability to be hired. Glancing between the two before he seemed to smirk a bit and nod. “Yeah, Finley is a bit uptight, but all spitfires have their charm.” He squeezed his mate with his free arm. “And you know, in a room full of people like this... maybe try and keep the stuff about Dots and his reasonings to yourself, yeah?”

Gage sighed as he lit a blunt and passed it to True. “Yeah, I know. But my guest list was incredibly difficult to put together, you would not believe how difficult some of these guys make their circles to draw. The audacity to have a difficult phone number. I wouldn’t have invited them if I thought any of them meant harm. You know me.”

He lit his own blunt as Dark nodded, his hand making its way to card through his apparently sleepy mates hair. Their head having nestled into his neck and their arms wrapped around his shoulders as they got comfortable. “Yeah, but I’ve seen a few that are questionable. I’m sure Finley and Damien are being diligent though. You proxies always seem to be good at that, no matter who’s you are.”

Gage shrugged as he took a few puffs, glancing over at True before doing a double take. “True, you do know your supposed to smoke that, right?”

She looked between him and the blunt, contemplating embarrassing herself even further or admitting she hadn’t ever smoked before. “Uh... well, I’ve never smoked weed before so, I’m not sure-“

“Say no more, I got you. I’ll make sure you don’t get out of hand. I’ve done this before and I promise you’ll be fine.” They locked eyes for a second, her trust in him winning out as she sighed and raised the blunt to her lips. Not unfamiliar with the burn that followed, reminding her of when Tim would show random acts of kindness after hard missions and spare her a cig or two, but she still coughed a bit as she hadn’t done it in quite some time.

“There you go, already almost a natural. I’ll have you high in no time.” Gage patted her leg reassuringly, tossing a friendly arm over her shoulder as they chatted and waited for this Ben person they had mentioned before to show up.

Of course, this being her first time smoking weed, she succumbed to it’s effects much quicker than Gage did. Her head titled backwards, her eyes glazed and unfocused, taking in the way the lights moved on the ceiling above her. She didn’t resist when the bong was passed around the circle once, twice, three times. She lost track of how much she smoked, but Gage kept his promise. She didn’t even remember getting walked out of the ballroom and taken to a little alcove with a fireplace, she didn’t remember being sat down or being given a blanket, and she didn’t remember how long she sat there staring at the fire place either. The entrancing movement of the flames keeping her captive as they swirled before her, her thoughts edging on dangerous territory as she had the sudden urge to attempt to lick them, but the chain gate in front of it prevented her from doing so.

“True? What are you doing down here?” Her blurred attention was caught by a voice that spoke up from behind her, making her turn her head slowly to see who could have possibly found her in such an odd place. Finding Splendor there, a worried look on his face as he took in her appearance. “Oh my, True. How high are you?”

She giggled and made grabby hands toward him. “Splendor! You’re home! Its hi how are you, you beautiful silly man. Now c’mere.” A dopy smile on her face as she waited to be picked up by the tall man.

She heard him sigh before she felt his tendrils wrap around her and lift her, making her giggle a bit more before he wrapped his arms around her. Walking her out of the room as she watched the ceiling design change, her attention taken entirely by her moving background. “You know, I really need to go home.”

“Oh? Why is that True? Where is home?”

“Home is with Splendor, duh. He lets me live there, with him and his proxies. Damien, Finley and Gage... Gage is a crackhead though. He got me soooo high. Uuuggh.”

She felt the person carrying her laugh, making her laugh too. She didn’t know what was so funny about what she said, but his laugh made her laugh. It reminded her of him. “True, why do you need to go home?”

She hummed as images of him shot through her smoke filled brain, a small smile lifting the edges of her lips. “I still need to tell him.”

She felt the strangers pace change a bit, she was pretty sure she was on some kind of staircase, but she couldn’t be sure. The ceiling getting closer to her not even being registered as a possibility in her mind. “Tell who what?”

She nuzzled into the strangers warm embrace as she felt sleep come up on her, way too tired to care much for paying attention to anything anymore. “I still need to tell Splendor how I feel about him. Its very important to me, I’m just not great at telling people about... feelings... and shit..... I don’t feel too good right now. Can I sleep please?”

The stranger was silent for a moment before responding, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around her as he continued walking her towards wherever their destination was. “Yes, you can sleep now.”

Her eyes drifted shut and didn’t open when she felt soft fabric seem to envelope her in a warm embrace. The last thing she heard before drifting to sleep was the stranger, blankets tucked over her at the same time. “Sweet dreams, Schatz.”

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Pt. 11]

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

Part: (11/?) [First] [Previous] [Next]

Genre: General Fiction

Fandom: DC Universe

P.o.V.: 3rd

Word Count: 3,793 Words

Warnings: Language

Further Notes: From now on, I’ve decided that chapters will be longer! I hope you enjoy :D

Eve had proved to be beneficial, the thought resided in Damien’s mind. Thanks to her, he was able to clear a few things up.

First of all, her, his sister, and the others in combat were all a part of a unit known simply as the Brigade. Their roles in battle are determined by the main color of their uniform, black being front-liners and white meaning support. The embroidery further specialized, red being combat specialists, silver being magic, and copper being artillery. Amongst the Brigade, his sister was the Captain, and her right hand was Alexander.

The nation they were in right now was known wholly as Caelum, while their zeroed in location is a small village known only as Hymnal. They were currently at war with the neighboring nation Imperium. From his understanding, the people of Caelum all came from different Earths, while the one they stood on at the current moment was artificial, man-made. But despite that there stood an established government, a monarchy to be specific, and an absolute one at that. The Brigade was at their mercy and, according to Eve, they couldn’t have had a worst ruling family, for reasons unspecified.

Regardless, Damien’s eyes shift over to the blackened window, they’ve been sitting in the house for who knows how long now. He was certain that the land beyond them was scorched even further down that the earth it once resided on. He scratched his head, he came here out of impulse and, no doubt, the others were probably looking for him. He couldn’t stop the wave of guilt that overcame him, but at the same time he couldn’t care less. They were the ones who didn’t understand, it wasn’t his fault, he was doing this for his very-much alive sister, after all. They, for some reason, wouldn’t understand.

—

(Name)’s vision was starting to blur. How long had they been fighting again? How many of the monsters have come? God only knows. (Name) looks over at the forest. There aren’t anymore approaching, but that doesn’t cancel out the ones still fighting. She takes a step back to steady herself, but with the growing casualties, the overlapping dissonances, and the lowering visibility, it was clear that if she stayed on field she would just become a hinderance.

“Captain?” The voice was indiscernible, be it because of sheer exhaustion or the loud howls, it didn’t matter. (Name) felt two steady hands on her arms, holding her upright.

“Don’t worry about me, I’d be fine even if I didn’t want to be,” (Name) musters out. “Who… who are you?” (Name) turns her head, but her vision just continued to blur.

“Damn, you’re in no condition to continue,” the voice continued. He slung her arm around his shoulder and led her to the safe house.

“Captain!” Another distorted voice.

“Sister?”

‘Eve and Damien,’ the Captain relaxed as whoever it was laid her on the floor. Eve kneeled over her and began performing a healing charm.

“I’m heading back out there,” the voice continues.

“Right, I’ll take care of her here, Carter,” Eve says. (Name) groans, and finally blacks out.

“What… what’s wrong with her?” Damien asks. Eve just scrunches her face.

“She’s pushed herself too long,” Eve shakes her head sadly. Damien’s eyes glossed over his sister, or whoever the hell that was. His sister didn’t look like this. His sister wasn’t supposed to be covered head to toe in blood, she isn’t supposed to have a dislocated arm, or a giant gash across her abdomen. His sister would have never worn a military uniform, let alone be the Captain of one. (Name) Wayne would have never step foot near danger, no, she would have run away and called one of them.

And, if rumors are true, she tried to call all of them that night.

“Damien, how long do you think we’ve been here?”

“A few hours?”

“For you, yes, but the Captain has been here since the fight broke out,” Eve frowns. “Which was two days ago.”

“What? That’s impossible,” Damien grunts.

“For you and me, yes, but the Captain is a special case,” Eve explains. She moves her hands to the unconscious woman’s head and rests it gently, a calming light emerging from underneath her palm. “We all arrived at different times, the latest one was Nixon, he arrived just a few hours ago.”

Damien’s mind flashes back to the man who told (Name) to abandon him somewhere and he quickly grimaced. He definitely wasn’t going to get along with him any time soon, and hopefully if things work out, he wouldn’t have to. If things worked out, in just the next day they’ll be back in the manor, as things should be.

“Either way, your sister will be back up in no time,” Eve reassures. “From what the transmissions have been saying, she’s going to make a beeline back to the Capital as soon as she wakes up… She’s been away from her post for too long, and the Royal family is starting to become impatient.”

“Post?”

“Oh, well she is the Captain of the Guard, plus, with what Alex has been saying over the transmission, one of us is going to have to head over to the Kingdom Capital and explain what’s going on,” Eve says. “Carter was going to go before, but the Captain volunteered herself. Knowing her, she’s probably going to take you with her.”

“I see.”

“She would prefer to stay, but with the hoards dying down and with Alex’s mentor coming along soon, the Captain is assured everything will be fine.” Eve quickly retracts her hand as (Name) groaned softly. Slowly, she opened her eyes and pushed herself up.

“Thank you… Eve…” she mumbles. She rolls her dislocated shoulder a bit. “Can you… Can you pop that back?” Eve nods and does as she is told and (Name) let out a satisfied sigh and thanks her.

“Anything for you, Captain,” she smiles. (Name) turns over to look at Damien.

“You and I have a lot to talk about, Damien,” she rubs the back of her head. “And as much as I’d rather rest for a bit more, I’m going to have to cut to the chase. We’re going to the Capital, and you’re coming with me. No arguments.”

“Alright,” Damien bit his tongue back.

“Eve, do you mind?”

“Not at all!” Eve stood up and waved her hand in a circle, a large portal materializing. “I’ll send you updates, Captain.”

“Please do, and be safe.”

“When am I not?” With that, (Name) nudged her head towards the portal and watched Damien enter first, then she followed close behind, the portal closing itself right as she entered.

Damien and (Name) stepped out of the swirling vortex and found themselves in the middle of a technology wonderland. If you can think of it, it’s there. Flying cars, androids, hover boards, holograms, etc. (Name) raised her eyebrow and laughed.

“Welcome to the Kingdom’s Capital,” she says. She digs through her pockets and holds out a small cube.

“Jason… Jason has taken you on his motorcycle before, right?” The name seemed uneasy on her lips.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, this will be the exact same but three times faster,” she smirks. “Try not to get whiplash, Boy Wonder.”

“Do not—” he stops talking once she tosses the cube to the floor and it expands into a large motorbike.

“Climb on,” she says, gesturing to sit in front of her. “Oh, come on. Some knights ride horses, I ride bikes, it’s much more effective.” Damien shakes his head out of his shock and obeys. In a quick rev of her engine, the two sped down the streets of Capital City.

Damien thought he wouldn’t have been so awestricken by the sight, but for some reason he was. He knew they were speeding down the highways, that much was evident by the blurring lines of light that surrounded him, but time seemed to be at a simultaneous standstill, it felt peaceful, as strange as that sounds. He decided to chalk it up to their departure from the previous war zone.

The two come to a slow at a rather run down area, and (Name) helps him off while she recondenses the motorcycle back into it’s capsule. Unlike the marvel of mainstream Capital, this area seemed more familiar, the roads were a bit less kept, there were overgrown plants in some areas, the shops had certainly seen better days, but it felt familiar.

“More like Gotham?” (Name) seemed to have read his thoughts. He only nods. “Yeah, I thought so too, follow me,” she nudges to a bar, and the two walk in swiftly. It was empty, even the barkeeper was absent, Damien looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was only 8:32 am.

“Is it that early?”

“Being in battle really fucks with your sense of time,” (Name) explains. She opens a back door and gestures for Damien to ascend the stairs first. She closes the door behind them and leads him to the eighth floor. After a series of torn wallpaper and stained carpet, they stop in front of a plain looking unit. “Home sweet home,” she kicks open the door and pushes him inside.

“I thought you were the Captain of… whatever it was,” Damien eyes her suspiciously.

“Yeah, I am, but those idiots in the Brigade break so much shit it comes out of my paycheck,” (Name) deadpans. “I’m going to go take a shower, the Queen would have a heart attack if I got blood anywhere in the mansion. There’s some juice in the fridge if you’re up to it. We’ll grab lunch later,” (Name) instructs. She disappears into the hallway and Damien is left alone once again.

He sits on the couch in the small living room and bounces on it slightly, feeling the stiff springs under him, and he looks around the unit. It was nothing like where they used to live in Gotham, even her dorm was better than this, from what he remembered. A true downgrade, and he was certain (Name) would want to come back to the Manor just from comparing it to this alone. He looked out the window, the skyline of Capital in perfect display.

At least there was that one thing worth it in this place. He continues to stoop around and his eyes land on the mantle, the only thing sitting on it was one of his father’s tools, he remembers that Dick had jokingly called it a “batarang.” He picks it up and feels the weight in his hands. Now why would his sister have kept it if she never wanted to go home.

“I made it myself.” (Name) read his mind once again. “It’s not made out of the same metal though, but I figured if I could replicate it I could apply it to other weapons for the Brigade to use.” She walks up to him and takes it from his hand, placing it back to it’s rightful place. Damien looks her over, one wouldn’t have been able to tell that she was just massacring monsters only an hour earlier. Instead, she was in a pristine uniform with a specific emblem etched onto a badge on her shoulder.

“Ready to go, kiddo?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

—

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?” Dick shouts. Tim rubs his head angrily and gestures toward the screen.

“Do you see him on the radar? No? Well, neither can I!” He argues. Jason rolls his eyes.

“Stop arguing,” Bruce sighs.

“Why am I even here?” Jason grumbles. He takes his helmet. “I’m out, this is stupid. He’ll come back when he wants to, and when he’s not thinking like some crazy lunatic.”

“Jason has a point, this isn’t Damien’s first tantrum,” Bruce concedes.

“Jason, Bruce, wait, come on, we should make sure he’s alright,” Dick reasons. Tim turns back to the bat computer and a notification pings. “It’s from an unknown source…”

“What is it?”

“If you want to find your brother, here’s a hint,” Tim recites. He looks back at his two brothers, who just shrug and look back up at the screen. Tim obliges and opens the file. It was a grainy CCTV footage, but the figure centered in it was unmistakable. They watched as Damien ran around the area, asking random people who happened to be passing by, and what not, then a stranger walked up to him and inaudibly told him something. Whatever he said, Damien followed him into the cafe. Then they walked out and into a back alley. Although they were out of sight, the bright light that came from that alley was enough to hint to them what happened.

And so, operation Save Damien is a go.

—

Soon enough, (Name) stopped in front of a building and climbed off.

“We’re here, stay close.”

Damien, at first, trailed behind (Name). They entered into the huge manor, and he quickly found that it existed in a state that was in a stark difference from the technological marvel that was Capital City. Though, a strange thought, it resembled Wayne Manor in some ways. Damien noted that the manor lacked the advancement as the city, but who was he to judge? He just fell into the world a few hours ago.

“Hey, catch up,” (Name)’s voice was softer, more familiar. She stopped to let him walk next to her. “I know what you’re thinking, why does this place look so different from the outside?”

“Yeah.”

“The Queen is paranoid that technology will be the death of them,” (Name) explains. “Which is ridiculous, I mean I get it, but we have the best cyber-security team in all of the Earths, she should just learn how to accept it by now. I can’t wait until the Prince gets coronated, I swear,” (Name) sounded more like she was complaining now.

“I’ve heard the Royal family isn’t the best,” Damien comments. (Name) nods.

“You’re right. The King and Queen are too stuck up for their own good, if they talk to you keep it brief. The Prince is more lenient, you should be fine with him. But do not speak unless spoken to. The Queen is a bitch and the King is a pushover.”

“So why are you talking about them like that?”

“They couldn’t kill me if they tried. And it would be a dumb move on them to get rid of their best playing card.” (Name) stops in front of two large doors. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

(Name) pushed the doors open and they walked into the grand throne room. Before them sat three of the most powerful people in that world and, to say the least, Damien felt the pressure in the atmosphere. It was similar to those few times when he knew his enemies out-skilled him. He found himself subconsciously moving towards his sister.

“Captain,��� the King spoke.

“Your majesty.” (Name) stopped a few feet away from the thrones, bowed her head, and put her hand to her heart. Damien followed suit.

“What is that behind you,” the Queen spat. Damien didn’t miss the annoyed look in (Name)’s eyes as she looked up at the other woman.

“My younger brother.”

“I see,” she relaxes into her seat. “Quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. If he will affect your duties, dispose of him.”

Damien’s fists clenched behind his back, but he said nothing.

“That won’t be a problem. I’ve decided to take him in as my apprentice.”

“Tch,” the Queen turned her nose. Damien suddenly realizes why Jason would be so pissed when he did that to him. “So he’s virtually untouchable.”

“Yes.”

“Give me news on that village,” the King cut into the conversation.

“It’s unsalvageable, your majesty,” (Name) replied curtly. He shifted slightly.

“How many survivors?”

“Five.”

“Hundred?”

“No, your majesty. Five,” (Name) touched her heart again. “Correction, three.”

“My god,” the Queen shook her head. “How could your team, your special operations unit, have failed?!”

“I believe I’ve told you before, your majesty, there have been frequent sightings of a new and much stronger daemon in our midst. Before, we were able to handle up to five at a time on our own, but, for reasons unknown, an entire herd descended upon the village,” (Name) stood her ground and continued to explain the situation, all of which Damien already knew as Eve filled him in.

Damien’s eyes wandered to the Prince, who was silent this entire time. He was watching (Name) with a strange mix of curiosity, confusion, and concern. His head rested on the palm of his hand as he tried to feign superiority, but he held a similar annoyed expression that (Name) had, with his eyes constantly shifting to the Queen, who seemed ready to boil over with rage.

“I see,” the King tapped his foot, the sound bouncing off of the room’s walls. “I take it the situation is being dealt with at this time.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“You are to remain in the Capital until your unit returns, the Royal Family needs top security. These attacks you have been detailing have occurred far too frequently.”

“I understand, your majesty.”

“Dismissed.” (Name) bowed her head again, turned on her heel, and left.

—

“When you called her a bitch I thought you were just exaggerating,” Damien huffs. (Name) pushed his salad towards him.

“Eat.”

“I am, I am,” Damien pouts.

“Okay, now that I’ve figured out an excuse not to get you killed, you’re still on thin ice, Dami. You have to stick with me from now on, no wandering off. And don’t try lying to the Queen, her ability is TruthSeek. It’s impossible to lie to her.”

“Ability?”

“Oh, right. Well, everyone in this world, or at least when we entered, gained something we call “Special Abilities,” basically they’re all unique things we can do. The Queen can tell if you’re lying, the King can cause all of your bones to crush in the snap of his fingers, and so on.”

“What’s your ability?”

“Confidential.”

“Why?”

“We’re in a public space,” (Name) shrugs.

“What about the Prince?”

“We call it SharpShot, but after a few demonstrations, Alex and I are thinking it’s something else. Basically, he is able to always hit his target. He could throw it the other way and it would still find its way to its destination. Alex theorizes that it has something to do about manipulation of space now, but we’re working on it,” (Name) rambles. “Now it’s your turn. How’d you get here?” It sounded more like a demand than a question.

“The morning after you came home, you left again, and for some reason no one remembered that you were ever really there. So I went out to look for you on my own. After that this man in a lab coat came up to me, told me where you were, and took me there.”

“He landed here with you.”

“No, just me.”

“Describe him some more.”

“Gray hair, tan vest, silver pocket watch—“

“Do you remember the watch’s engraving?”

“I do, but I can’t describe it.”

“Can you draw it?”

“Yeah.” Without wasting another second, (Name) grabbed a pen from her pocket and a napkin and handed it to him.

“Take your time.” (Name) drank her coffee as Damien scribbled away in front of her, but truth be told, as soon as he began to draw the head of a dragon she already knew. “The man who took you, his name is Kristoff Hargreeve. He’s the head scientist for Imperium, and also who Alex and I believe is orchestrating the daemon attacks. But I’m curious as to why he would bring you here to me, and not with him.”

“It would make more sense to use me as a hostage,” Damien adds in, (Name) nods curtly.

“Exactly. And it can’t be a distraction, even if I was away the rest of the Brigade are more than capable of handling the war,” (Name) leaned back on the back of the booth and stretched her legs out. “I’ll talk about it more with Alex when he gets back.”

“That name is familiar,” Damien mutters.

“Well you have heard it tossed around left and right,” (Name) chuckles, the annoyed look from Damien makes her laugh even louder. “Geez, kiddo, I’m just kidding. Yeah, he’s the same Alex who I used to penpal.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“He has the picture of me that I sent him, even with the note on the back. And it’s not weird, I have his too,” (Name) shrugs. “So we stuck together, it was easier to have a familiar face in a world of the unfamiliar.”

“Why didn’t you ever come home?” Damien asks. It was clear that they had the ability to traverse the different Earths, (Name) had a feeling the question was going to come up, but she had secretly prayed it didn’t.

“I didn’t want to.” Damien opens his mouth to argue, but is quickly cut off by yet another new face.

“(Name)! Thank god you’re okay!” The waitress bounded up to them and wrapped her arms around (Name). “I was afraid that I’d have to pay Tyler.”

“What?”

“We were betting on whether or not you’d make it back.”

“Oh fuck you two get out of here!”

“Pay up, bitch boy!” She looks over her shoulder at another waiter, Tyler, who rolled his eyes and pulled out a bill. The waitress slides in next to Damien. “This your secret kid, (Name)?”

“No, he’s my brother.”

“Oh my god, he is so adorable—“ the Waitress reaches out to pat his head but Damien catches her wrist before she could move another inch. “And now I see why he’s your brother. Hey, I’m Rebecca.”

“Damien.”

“(Name) and Damien Wayne, huh? Has a nice ring to it,” Rebecca smiles. Her eyes fall on the drawing in front of Damien and she straightens herself, she leans in and whispers only loud enough so that he and (Name) could hear.

“They’re pulling back their forces at Gronder.”

“What? Why would they do that? They have the upper hand,” (Name) mumbles.

“Me and Ty were wondering too, but according to Crys, a huge shipment of whatever was just delivered to their position. It was blue flagged too.”

“Living cargo,” (Name) mutters. “The entire East army is about to get wiped out.”

“If the King deploys you there I will not hesitate to rip his head off, (Name).”

“Please don’t do that.” (Name)’s lips draw a straight line. Then everything started to make sense, the pieces fell together, and Damien was able to pinpoint the exact moment (Name) realized that she had made a mistake.

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[spookyold-saintjm]

Pieces of You

Mayor Damien x reader

| Part Two | | Part Three |

Warnings: mild language and sexual themes/implied smut (gender neutral)

Word Count: 1,810

Series Summary: Damien is your world, and you are his light. One night, just shy of the long-awaited evening on which he’s planned to ask for your hand in marriage, he goes out for a poker night reunion with old friends at the Markiplier manor. He doesn’t come back.

a/n: I am SO incredibly excited to finally get started on this! It’s an idea I’ve had since long before I started writing again, and it’s about time I put it down into words. Thanks to everyone who encouraged me to post this! The first chapter is soft but we all know where it goes from here...

Damien is so very near and dear to my heart so please let me know your thoughts! Hope you enjoy reading. x

“When someone dies, you can mourn. It’s so much harder when someone just disappears.” 

—

Damien kept the ring in his office.

Not because he thought you were nosy and went through his things, but because he was worried he would get so caught up in a moment with you that he would end up giving it to you before the night he’d been so meticulously planning for weeks on weeks.

Damien had known he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you for some time. He was the sort that had friends in every circle, got invited to all the parties in college (and attended most of them), and as he somewhat accidentally stumbled into a political career, became a prominent guest or host of more events than he could ever count. 

Early on in this whirlwind his life had turned into over the last several years, he had met you. At one of said college parties, actually. Your meeting may or may not have been orchestrated by a certain aspiring actor that you both had befriended in separate undergrad courses, who had decided on his own accord that you were a clear match.

He was right, of course, but it took some time for Damien to prove himself to you. He was foolishly head-over-heels for you, but you were far more focused on your career path, and perhaps eventually a serious relationship, than you were with a boy who didn’t seem interested in anything more than blowing through his courses and finding his next opportunity for a wild night with his friends. 

His kind eyes, witty sense of humor, and devilishly charming smile be damned.

When you finally resigned to the first date, and teasingly confessed to him that weekend at a bar across from campus that you’d consider a second date if he made a deal with you to take his studies more seriously…well, he didn’t fuck around. Why would he? He was enamored with you, had decided from day one that he’d give you the world and then some if you asked for it. 

Damien was determined to prove himself to you. So a second date turned into a third, a fourth, and countless more. The brilliant man that you knew had been hiding under all of the fun and games came to light. Not that he lost that side of himself; no chance in hell. When the two of you weren’t side-by-side in the library working on your respective projects or gathered around a table with colleagues energetically discussing the latest elections and policies, he was taking you out for late nights of dancing to your favorite music under the stars or sneaking you into his apartment to watch movies and cram in a make-out session before his roommates came home. You'd caved. You’d caved hard.

You came to realize Damien was all you could have asked for and more, and he would have easily said the same of you. You stuck together through the years of school left ahead of you and beyond, which eventually led to your position as a chief assistant in the District Attorney’s Office, and Damien’s skyrocket to the role of Mayor in the building right across the street. 

Which was where you were headed that particular afternoon after saying goodbye to your coworkers for the day. After closing a particular case that the office had been plagued with for the last few weeks, the DA sent everyone in the office home for an evening to finally get some much-needed rest.

You cheerfully exchanged greetings with those you knew lingering in the lobby and the front desk and immediately let into the hallway that led to Damien’s office. As you approached, you could hear an exchange of two deep voices, but they immediately clipped to complete silence when you lightly knocked three times on Damien’s office door.

There was a sound of brief shuffling, quickly followed by Damien’s call to come in. You slowly opened the door, smiling at the two men standing behind the desk in the far side of the room.

“Detective! Nice to see you.” You greeted Abe first, stepping further into the room. The detective met you halfway, shaking your hand and nodding politely back at you.

“You too, y/n,” His smile a little too enthusiastic. He jerked this thumb behind him, and you briefly flicked your eyes toward Damien hastily shuffling pens and papers around in his desk drawer before detective spoke again. “Our lovely Mayor here was just telling me about his latest project—”

Damien had made his way around the desk by then, and swiftly clapped his hand atop Abe’s shoulder as he came up behind him.

“Yes, Detective! And I’m happy to discuss more later, if you’d like.”  You didn’t miss the emphasis layering a couple of their words, but you didn’t pay it much mind; Damien was always up to some sort of troublemaking within the office, good-natured of course, but nevertheless enough to make at least a couple members of the staff want to pull their hair out at any given time. His defense was, naturally, that he didn’t want anyone to get bored. Knowing him, there was no danger of that any time soon.

You rolled your eyes as your grin widened once Damien stepped around Abe, his hand sliding off the detective's shoulder and dropping to your waist to pull you in for a quick peck on the lips.

“Darling, do you mind swinging by my mailbox before we head home? There’s a couple things I need to finish up here, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

You lightly patted his cheek. “Of course, love. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You turned to leave after exchanging departing words with the detective, not missing the sound of Abe’s amused muttering and Damien’s shushing response as the door clicked shut behind you.

Boys, you sighed.

—

Damien’s stuttered sigh was heavy in your ear just before he pulled himself away from you. He fell onto his back at your side, and you were quick to collapse beside him shortly after, your head resting atop his bare, sweat-slicked chest. 

There were no words, at least not for a while; only the mingling of your panting breaths and Damein’s gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheek, and finally your lips as you propped yourself up with your forearm so that you could see him face-to-face.

“Shower?” he asked softly, but even in the dim light of your shared bedroom you could see the devilish glint in his eyes as he stared up at you. 

Your sigh was dripping with sarcastic amusement as you ducked your head down into the crook of his neck. “You’re ridiculous.” 

You laid your palm flat on his chest, fingers splaying outward, lingering on the feel of his skin beneath your hand. Damien’s own hand reached to fall atop yours, the weight a reminder that he was yours, only yours. He gave your hand a slight affectionate squeeze as the fingers of his other hand found themselves weaving in and out of your disheveled hair.

“Can you blame me? You’ve been up all night every night for the last two weeks working on that case.” He brought your hand to his lips to feather light kisses onto your knuckles. “I’ve missed you.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the soft warmth of the love between you radiating through the room and wrapping around you much like the now-tangled mess of sheets on the bed. 

“I’ve missed you too, Dames.” 

He let out a breathy laugh at the nickname that you’d given him years ago. A name reserved for only your use; anyone in the office caught teasingly using it, to his face or otherwise, was in for a death stare and a few choice words from the Mayor himself.

You laid in a contented silence for a while longer, limbs again intertwining as you embraced him and the opportunity to simply be together in a rare, quiet moment in the midst of your ever-increasing list of cases and the upcoming elections. You let the sound of his now-steadied breathing, the feeling of his chest rise and fall beneath your head, take the place of the million other things that ran through your brain on a constant loop; at the end of the day, Damien was your constant, your anchor. You couldn’t imagine life without him.

You were much more reserved and hesitant with your words than Damien, however; he would say the same things back to you and more every moment of every day if he could.

Which, now that you thought about it, made it odd that he was suddenly silent.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you softly stated, your eyes slowly opening again.

Damien’s had never closed. He was lost deep in his thoughts, in the spiral that had overtaken him so often lately: about the ring hidden away in his desk drawer back at his office, the private dinner that he’d made reservations for months ago at the most sought-after restaurant in the city, the outfit he’d bought for you to wear that night that you’d been eyeing for some time but couldn’t justify buying, now tucked away deep in his side of the closet where you’d never even think to look.

Mostly he thought about the moment when he would ask you to be a part of his life forever. When he would ask you to stick with him through the rest of his career and his life beyond, to wake up every morning by his side, to raise a house full of bright-eyed and brilliant children together, to grow old with him…

He knew you would say yes...or, at least, hoped. Abe was quick to shut down his doubts earlier that afternoon when he’d let him in on his plans to propose to you. But regardless, he couldn’t keep his stomach from turning at the thought. He’d never been more terrified, but ready for, anything in his life. And the day was drawing close.

Damien’s fingers trailed along your arm as he eventually answered you. “Just thinking about that shower we could be taking right now.”

He was quick to then grasp your arms and flip you over, forcing you to let out a high-pitched yelp followed by giggling as his body then hovered over yours. He chuckled back at you as you teasingly smacked him on the shoulder, but the both of you fell silent again as your lips met for a slow, lazy kiss.

When your lips eventually parted, the fluttering in your chest had picked up again and Damien’s grasp had drifted from your arms down to your hips. Your eyes met only for a brief second before you were both on your feet, nearly knocking over every piece of furniture in your path as you made your way to the shower.

| Part Two |

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[notveryglittery]

mistakes are made

summary: maybe don’t prank your boyfriend’s brother, especially if he already doesn’t really like you. ships: romantic roceit, brotherly anxceit, rivalry (?) prinxiety / words: 1,500 warnings: technically, a character gets shot by what is technically gun, but no one is actually hurt. lemme know if anything needs tagging! notes: wrote this to bribe @sher-soc-the-famder​ into finishing homework >:3 human au, i guess sort of youtuber au, too? it’s kinda plotless, just some good old fashioned fluff!! enjoy!! (i know the tenses are messy lol sorry)

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Roman thought he was perfectly charming, thank you very much! Why, it was right there in his last name. Roman Prince. Prince Charming. See! He was an absolute gentleman, if he did say so himself. And, well, if you didn’t believe him, you could always ask his big brother! Patton said it all the time! He said that Roman was kind and chivalrous and passionate. He said that Roman cared about the people he loved! 

If only all older brothers were as sweet as Patton was. 

It hadn’t even been Roman’s idea, first of all! … Mostly. Okay, so it hadn’t been his own original idea but it might have been his idea to give it a try. He’d done plenty of research, though, in making sure that it was safe and that neither of them would get hurt! He was far too attached to Damien to even imagine letting him get injured. It was going to make for a really cool video, okay? Both of their channels had been lacking in content lately, what with being busy with college; this way, they’d each have a video to post! The plan was that they’d be shot from very different point of views with titles that were just enough clickbait without actually being false. 

“my boyfriend shoots my brother” was true, technically, even if it was going to put Roman in Virgil’s bad graces for a little while. It wasn’t like it’d be all that big a difference, to be fair, since Virgil definitely still kinda sorta hated Roman on some level. No amount of insisting from Damien would convince Roman otherwise. Despite the fact that they’d been dating for nearly a year now (with even more time as each other’s closest rivals), Virgil still had yet to warm up to Roman. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the dagger-filled glares, to be honest, but Roman was nothing if not resilient! 

(And charming, in case you forgot. He’d worm his way into Virgil’s heart eventually!) 

“confetti cannon gone wrong” really didn’t even begin to cover the premise of Roman’s video. Listen, though, you don’t just find a pretty pink confetti cannon slash gun at the thrift store and not buy it. He’d checked online afterwards and found that they ran well over two hundred dollars and this one had only cost him fifty! The best part was that it actually worked. After he and Patton had cleaned up that mess, Roman had video called Damien and… Alright, well, between you and me, this really had all been Roman’s original idea. He wasn’t one to half-ass his vlogs but if asked, surely it had been done before by some other popular Youtuber, and look Virgil, it wasn’t all him, he’d just been inspired!

“What if I shoot Virgil with a confetti cannon? I’ll even get it in purple and black!”

Damien normally had a very good poker face but apparently the idea of messing with his brother had peaked his interest. Roman swooned at the grin that lit up his boyfriend’s face. “That is a terrible idea. Let’s do it and see what happens.” 

Which led them here, cameras hidden in Virgil’s room to capture every glorious second. It’d have to be quick, Damien had said, because Virgil was far too aware of his surroundings for them to successfully sneak around for long. Making the executive decisions to skip classes that day, Damien and Roman cleared enough space in Virgil’s closet for Roman to hide in. It was significantly more difficult to make sure there was enough room for the confetti cannon, but they managed. Somehow. Let’s chalk it up to the fact that they’re both dangerously creative. 

If Virgil was suspicious of Damien being home on a day he’d normally have rehearsal, he didn’t say anything about it. If anything, it was the fact that Damien was filming in the kitchen. Nothing good ever came from Damien’s vlogs. Virgil shuddered just thinking about the sibling tag video they’d done last year. Sure enough, the moment Virgil was kicking his shoes off in the entryway, Damien was sidling up beside him.

“Oh dearest brother, won’t you tell my darlings what antics you’ve been up to lately?” Damien asked, practically simpering. 

Virgil squinted at him before turning the distrustful stare towards the camera. “You know, the usual. Putting the fear of God into freshies, inciting agitation in my professors for being opinionated, hacking Lyft reviews and fixing driver ratings if they got one star just for ‘not smiling enough.’ Nothing new.”

“Truly, a man of the people.” 

Virgil rolled his eyes. 

“And how’s starboy?” 

Damien delighted in the way his brother went red at the simple mention of his crush. 

“I’M GOING TO MY ROOM,” he announced loudly, disappearing from the frame so quickly, he might as well have been a cryptid avoiding being caught on tape. 

Which… isn’t entirely inaccurate. 

“Too easy,” Damien said, laughing under his breath. “Now, darlings, comes the fun part.” 

Now imagine with me, if you will, cutting to Roman’s video. Virgil storming into his room, muttering things like “stupid soft hair” and “eyes like glittering constellations.” Throwing his backpack aside and then throwing himself onto his bed and screaming into a pillow. 

Roman very nearly lost his composure at the sight of normally so stoic, so edgy Virgil having a meltdown over a cute boy. He would cut this while editing, of course, it wasn’t like he needed Virgil to hate him any more, but like hell he didn’t plan on using it as blackmail in the future. 

You might be wondering, “where does the ‘gone wrong’ come in?” 

Well, nowhere in their plans had they anticipated Virgil opening the closet doors himself. Roman shooting his boyfriend’s brother was supposed to be from a distance, maybe with him sitting at his computer, or while lounging in bed. He was not supposed to have shot Virgil directly in the chest while screaming half in terror and half in shock. Virgil was not supposed to stumble backwards, trip over his backpack, and fall onto the pile of blankets and pillows he’d shoved off of his bed and onto the floor this morning. This puts him entirely out of shot, by the way, leaving the viewer wondering whether or not he’s alive.

Roman, still screaming as he scrambled out of the closet and grabbed the camera, running out of the room would not ease any worries the viewers might have. 

Of course, Roman screaming was not part of the plan either, and so Damien had some concerns. “I wonder if my brother has finally murdered my boyfriend,” he would say, perfectly casual despite the sudden racing of his heart. 

“I SHOT HIM,” Roman shouted the moment his eyes landed on Damien. “Oh my GOD, he’s DEAD.” 

Before either could say much else, Virgil came stomping into the living room. “I’m not dead but you’re about to be.” (The threat didn’t carry much weight seeing as he was covered in confetti but we won’t tell him that.) 

“Now, now,” Damien said, stifling his laughter at the fact that Roman was cowering behind him. Oh, his poor sweet brave prince. “Maybe instead, Roman could do something to make it up to you?”

“Babe!” Roman hissed. 

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest. “He could break up with you so I never have to see his stupid face ever again.” 

Damien double checked to make sure his camera was still running. He couldn’t wait to use this to humiliate Virgil in front of Logan. 

“That’s hardly fair,” Damien responded, pouting. “I love him, you know.” 

Roman squeaked. 

“He owes me Chipotle for a month.” 

“Wh-!”

“Two months.” 

“I am a broke college freshman!”  

Virgil’s raised eyebrows and his slow lifting of three fingers shuts Roman up.

“I think that’s acceptable,” Damien concurred solemnly. He looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Is that alright with you, dear?” 

For a moment, silence followed as Virgil and Roman glared at each other. Damien would interrupt with a loud, over exaggerated sigh if he wasn’t getting such a kick out of this. 

“Fine,” Roman said finally, pouting. 

“Fine,” Virgil echoed, smirking. “Still don’t like you, though.” 

“I’m perfectly likable!” Roman cried as Virgil turned and left, brushing the confetti out of his hair. 

“Yes,” Damien hummed, finally turning the camera off. He turned to his boyfriend. “I’m inclined to agree.” Kissing Roman tasted as sweet as it always did, especially when he went and carded his hand through Damien’s hair. However, it could be made better… 

“I meant it, by the way,” Damien murmured, brushing his fingers through the curls at the nape of Roman’s neck. “About loving you.” 

Ah, yes, there it was. Roman blushed, bright and pretty, stammering through at least five responses before he finally gave up and just pulled Damien back in for another kiss. He had no doubt that Roman would have his own poetic declaration figured out eventually, but for now… Well, Damien had nothing to complain about.

[yanderedbh-moved]

The Yanderes As Horror Movie Villains

Slasher-thirst Tumblr is a wild place, but I would like to thank it personally for helping to inspire this post. I realize these are all debatable, but I hope I provided adequate enough arguments to explain everyone’s placement, please enjoy!

Connor: Buffalo Bill (Silence of the Lambs)

At a cursory glance of the two, one might come to the conclusion this is a man who follows the rules, one who appears just as normal and well-adapted as any other. However, bind closed doors; in private, it is only then that they would show there is much more to them than meets the eye.

Bill is described as “He wasn’t born a killer, he was made one.” This reflects the way Connor may have been created to serve a purely functional purpose for the benefit of humans through the events of his life, as well as through his own choices, he becomes something of his own making. He becomes an individual as a result of his own free will.

As a yandere, Connor would likely experience intense frustrations over being created as an android, and he couldn’t help but act out on these frustrations, maybe even taking some of this out on you. He wants to be what he fundamentally isn’t, and it kills him.

Markus: Micheal Myers (Halloween)

While there may be a bit of hesitance for Markus to decide which path he desires to pursue. (Be that pacifism or violence.) Once he has made up his mind, he will follow through without hesitation or a second thought. Quite similar to the way Micheal devotes his life to stalking his sister and completing his “unfinished business.”

While not precisely as bloodthirsty or ruthless as some of the other killers present, Micheal is far from squeamish and is just as capable of ending the life of his victims, or really any who get in his way as any other. And given a choice, Markus is equally competent in this regard.

As a yandere, Markus would really personify Meyer's chilling stalker side. He can easily play with you without making himself visible, maybe even without you noticing anything at all at first. He’s a tricky one to figure out, and even if you do think you understand him, it’s all the more difficult to convince others to see him as dangerous as you do.

Kara: Norman Bates (Psycho)

While she may initially pride herself on her ability to look after those under her care, God only knows what she’s capable of, should one cross her, or try to challenge her by hurting those she’s close to.

It’s practically within both of their DNA to latch onto what provides them with love. She wants above all things to keep those she loves safe, to never abandon them, or in other words, to never let them get away.

The two of them share a demeanor, which would suggest they are far weaker than they actually are. Norman acts particularly secretive and shifty around strangers, and Kara will generally function with her cards close to her chest, never really proving just how strong she is without a good reason to do so.

Hank: Freddy Kruger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)

This is a little tricky to explain, but if you view the events which play out in their story as a timeline, there is a massive connection between the two. At the start of their roles in the story, they worked hard to maintain (and even uplift) a positive reputation, however, due to one dramatic change. For Freddy, it’s the discovery of what he’d done to the children of the town, and for Hank, the loss of his son. Which change their lives and reputation forever. For Freddy, this results in the city burning him alive, and for Hank, this leads to a downward spiral of alcoholism, among other self-destructive habits.

Additionally, there’s a common theme of escapism, which connects the two. The way Freddy waits until his victims are asleep, and he has the chance to kill them in their sleep, while Hank’s life is changed by his reliance on alcohol to escape the tragedy of life, and to avoid his own feelings.

Once he eventually does find his passions again, though, be it falling in love with you or managing to re-discover his enthusiasm for his job Hank will peruse these with enthusiasm and passion equal to Freddy’s.

Luther: Pinhead (Hellraiser)

Even though Luther doesn’t hold onto his initially created purpose for long in the game, that doesn’t change the fact the two of them were designed to cause harm and evil. Though admittedly through very different paths, and scales.

Both are far more intelligent than they would likely admit. It’s interesting to note Luther knew how to handle himself well enough while in his master’s home so as not to fall victim to Zlatko’s sadism, but was also competent enough to know when he had a viable means of escape.

When it comes to getting his revenge on his master for the cruelty he caused, Luther doesn’t actually need to use violence to punish Zlatko. Leaving others to handle bringing him to justice, similarly to how Pinhead doesn’t need to use force as a way to intimidate or scare his victims.

North: Damien Thorn (The Omen)

There’s a theme that connects the two. However, this yields vastly different results for each character, respectively. The two fail to really understand their own strength, though, for Damien, this is on account of him undermining his abilities. While for North, this leads to her failure to be a proper leader for Jericho.

Deep down, as a yandere, North wouldn’t actually want to hurt you or give you any reason to fear or resent her. However, she just fails to understand humans in a fundamental way, which results in her accidentally bringing you harm again and again without learning her lesson.

She doesn’t really entirely seem to grasp or take accountability for the way her recklessness and impulsiveness will put others in danger. (The way a violent route can end with Markus getting shot and losing his life.) There’s no way she saw this coming, and only did what she did because she believed the ends would justify the means.

Simon: Rose Armitage (Get Out)

Say what you will about the way Rose betrays Chris at the end of the movie, from the very start she knows precisely where her true loyalties lay, and to the end, she does not compromise this.

Like many of the other androids fighting at Jericho, Simon wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice as a fighter. However, he is willing to prove, through either dying or surviving, he is far more capable than others saw him as. Rose definitely undergoes a change of her own and is far from the person the audience thought her to be at the start of the movie.

While in many ways, Simon would be the type to downplay his own voice and opinions in the name of preserving an overall peace, when it comes to what he has to say in regards to the more significant whole conflict, only then will he say how he really feels.

Josh: Carrie White (Carrie)

There’s a kind of bittersweet parallel which connects the two of them. That being, neither of them would intentionally go out of their way to hurt anyone, Josh, in fact, using most of his screen time to convince Markus from making violent decisions. Yet still, Carrie is eternally remembered for the deaths of her classmates, which died at her hands, and if Markus chooses to peruse violence, as an android, Josh will be remembered for his leader’s cruelty.

Likewise, as a yandere, Josh would hate to cause his love any kind of harm, or even really scare you too much, yet all the same, when pushed to his breaking point, he is just as willing and capable of inflicting pain as any other.

Many would say because of this, then deep down, they really always were this cruel and violent to their core. This is entirely false, however. Deep down, Josh wants nothing more than a happy and willing partner, one who desires to provide him with the love he would give you.

Kamski: Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

While his innovation and ambition would do well for him in terms of his career, it’s not all it would result in. Many who work closely with Kamski would take discomfort with his icy, stony outer shell, and would at the least distrust him, and at most, detest him.

The two share incredibly high standards both for themselves, as well as for those around them. Kamski will always be remembered for his “test” he forced Connor to complete, and it’s far from a stretch to imagine he would try to force you to undergo some kind of similar test to prove your loyalty to him.

And of course, this is not even to mention their obsession with their own self-image and unclockable narcissism. Elijah’s pension for self-isolation likely a result of the way he feels too caught up with himself to bother sharing company with another; he deems “unworthy.”

Chloe: Jennifer (Jennifer's Body)

She was programmed to be a companion and a servant first and foremost. She was designed to be something which completed another, with any care for her own well being or inner desires left as an afterthought.

As a yandere, it’s interesting to imagine her using this to her own benefit. As in, she would use her own charm and good looks to convince you she means no harm, and after all, how could someone who appears so innocent be up to no good?

Jennifer, as a villain, uses her own good looks and charisma to ensnare her victims, and you can bet Chloe would follow in this lead. She knows how to uses people’s outer perceptions of her against them.

Gavin: Jack Torrance (The Shinning)

There’s not really anything shown of Gavin’s life outside of work, so it’s tricky to gauge what exactly his passions are, however, what is clear is the way once Gavin becomes genuinely passionate about something at work he becomes far more animated and interested in following them through.

In The Shining, Jack balances a deeply nerving combination of both a loving father and husband, and a murderer, and you know as a yandere, Gavin would act eerily similar as well. Just as threatening as he is loving, playing equally as your lover, as well as tormentor.

What is plain to see between the two of them is their absolutely self-serving attitude in regards to themselves, as well as how this extends to others. Gavin doesn’t care who he upsets, or who he steps on to get what he wants, and there’s nothing anyone else to can do about it.

Zlatko: Jigsaw (Saw)

It’s debatable and not precisely well elaborated in the game what it is that motivated Zlatko to be so cruel and evil to androids. However, he does appear interested in testing the limits of what androids are capable of, and what they can endure, persuading a truth Zlatko himself doesn’t quite fully understand. Which in a roundabout way isn’t too far off from Jigsaw.

In his eyes, there is no such thing as a genuinely innocent being, and no one, human or android alike, is free from his pain. This absolutely would extend to you as his lover.

Furthermore, as a yandere, Zlatko would use pain and would continually put you through intense agony as a way to try and chip away at your free will. His end game here would be something like trying to slowly weaken your resolve until you were just as loyal to him as Jigsaw’s followers are to their leader.

Ralph: Annie Wilkes (Misery)

While he may not exactly have Annie’s innocent face, still, Ralph wasn’t programmed to be anything more than a farmer, and because of that, people may not see a real reason to fear him at first.

Unfortunately, he was left traumatized and fundamentally shaken from an attack long ago, which causes his violent mood swings. He can be just as pleasant and happy with you, and he can be cruel and hurtful. Again, even though he may not want to bring you harm, Ralph doesn’t really understand his own actions here and can fall victim to his own anger every now and then.

Additionally, it’s challenging for Ralph to hide any pain or anxiety he feels on the inside, and it’s near impossible for him to stop himself from hurting you during an intense emotional outburst, even if he knows deep down he’ll likely regret this later.

Daniel: The Babadook (The Babadook)

Both of them almost serve as a metaphor for the possible damage which arises from trying to hide your inner pain and feeling from the ones you love. This damage hurting both the host and those around them in the cross-fire.

There is an intense fear Daniel possesses, the fear that if he ever were to be genuinely vulnerable with you or to really show you any of his weakness, then you would just leave him and know how much he relies on you.

A part of him might actually genuinely think it’s for the best to be like this. It’s hard for him to ever really, totally grasp the way his anger and resentment hurts him, and how he doesn’t have any real reason to fear being open with you.

Nines: Hannibal Lector (Silence of the Lambs)

In the single scene, we see of Nines in the game, we know he isn’t there for any kind of a positive reason. He was created to eliminate Connor and send him away fro good. Yet still, as he stands there, Nines is perfectly poised and doesn’t show any kind of outward hostility or malice towards Connor.

His chilling reputation precedes him. Nines is deeply analytical, never failing to notice even the smallest of details, and even if you can’t stand who he is as an individual, it’s easy to see how he earned the position he currently occupies.

As a yandere, he’s all the more analytical and terrifying. Because of that, he wouldn’t feel the need to use any displays of violence to cause you to fear him, and he knows as well as any other the effect he has on you.

[katiethxrne]

act i : god’s favor or katie avoids arrest by an incompetent co-worker

The muggy night made the cigarette less helpful than she would have liked, the smoke twirling around her tongue over-heavy and static on her lips. The nervous air of the other bar patrons barely so much as niggled an eyebrow from the brunette at the window seat, a mug of strong ale before her, condensation staining the already tarnished tabletop. Even with the windows open and a cooling charm the bar remained musty.

Why Hawkins had picked this place was beyond her, the younger woman was a bartender and there were better places to pick, let alone a bar in the Wizarding World when the Muggle one was only a few steps away. Katie took another drag, letting the smoke curl into the night sky from her own brazenly wide window.

Hawkins was late.

Unusual, but not outright worrisome. 

Katie sipped at her ale, motioning to the barkeep to get her another, he sent a serving girl over, pretty with bright eyes. Too young.

“When did you get so old Thorne?” her mind whispered a little deviously, somewhere around the third eviscerated body she supposed but she flashed a crooked grin all the same as the serving girl topped her up. 

Sipping on her second round Katie hazarded a look to her watch, a beat up scuffed thing that once belonged to her Dad-- yup, Hawkins was an hour late and Katie wasn’t going to be sitting around any longer. Wolfsbane was a lucrative potion to sell and there wasn’t a short shelf life nor was it particularly hard to find customers for. Standing up from her seat she tossed a few sickles and knuts on the table and exited the bar. As she stepped around the corner she noted something odd, a little shadow stuck to her shadow. Blink and you would miss it, but Katie hardly missed a trick when in fact she was a queen of tricks. The Gryffindor took a sharp right down an alley, watching from the corner of her eye as the shadow peeled off as the potioneer shrouded herself in darkness, it took a quick charm and Katie was seemingly sucked into the shadows. The patter of feet at the mouth of the alley revealed a shockingly tall blonde, Katie almost snickered at the annoyed frown on the man’s face. Auror Lebond, though very good with stealth was not good at tracking, and it was showing as he peered down the alley, muttering to himself. Katie shifted closer, feet muffled by the weave of charms around her. 

“Where did he go...” Katie grinned, as he paced, hardly a foot away, “I knew this tip was ridiculous, that damn seller never shows with the same face.” Polyjuice was easy, having been brewing it since her fourth year, and in large supply in her closet. Her current face was a bullish man, broken nose and close-cropped solider’s hair and frankly was dressed as the chavs from her hometown. Katie quietly slipped further down the alley and without much preamble took the remedy for Polyjuice. Her clothes were now massive on her, and her dark curls were a side-swept mess, it took a few transfiguration fixes and some charms and back around the corner went Katie-- nose in her phone, cigarette in hand and looking up at the figure still pacing the entry to the alley fiddling with his wand.

“Damien?” Katie tilted her head up, grinning at the tall man who froze as he turned around.

“Thorne,” he ground out with a false grin, “what are you doing here?”

“I’ve a friend who lives nearby, just headed to the local apparition point,” this wizarding neighborhood was nestled in the heart of Derbyshire, and a apparition point was needed as the muggle’s surrounded them, “my friend’s place has anti-apparition charms, their family fought in the War and it turns out paranoia is generational.” 

“Didn’t know you had friends out here Thorne,” he looked down at her, eyes narrowed, obviously annoyed to find her out here. 

“Oh call me Katie, we’ve met.” the flick of her brow was simply to remind him that she solved that alchemy ring before he did, and the stealing of glory had rubbed him wrong ever since. “What are you doing out here? Not working are you?”

“Yes,” he ground out, “it’s a secret mission, and you’re interrupting.”

The woman raised her hands in apology, “Sorry Leland--”

“Lebond.”

“Right.” Katie rolled her eyes, “Well if you’re looking for someone, maybe trying to track them in Auror robes, badges, and your overly shiny boots isn’t as discrete as you may like.”

“If you knew the rules about Aurors you would know that wearing our badges and robes are part of procedure!” the blonde snapped, bearing down on her, as if his intimidation attempt would work. “But as usual, you pretend like you’re a real field agent who got in on their actual skill and not a lucky vouch.” That was the usual bard Aurors had been throwing at her, hopping it would stick like shit to a wall, and Katie had to admit it hurt. Like the prick of a needle, but just as inconsequential. “So why you don’t you get away from my crimes and go back to the labs.”

“Alright, I’ll skedaddle then, have fun hunting your potioneer.”

His hand was heavy, sweaty and tight on her shoulder-- it reminded her far too much of her Uncle so Katie was quick to roll out from underneath it. “How to fuck do you know I’m looking for a potioneer?”

“You’re looking for a potions dealer, and I deal in potions, it’s quite literally my job title -- Master Potioneer for the Department of Law Enforcement, Forensics & Crime division of the Auror Department. Of course I know what you’re looking for. Armstrong is in charge of the case, and you’re in her squadron, it’s a very simple deduction. Besides, I do deal in potion making outside of the Aurors, I’ve heard from the supply grapevine about someone buying large stock without Ministry permits,” Katie sniffed, “and often in disguise, whoever you’re hunting has probably already shed their disguise.”

“Whose to say you’re not the potioneer.”

“You can literally track my purchases Lesalle--”

“Lebond.”

“-- with the apothecaries, I’m a pretty well known among them. I do some potion making, licensed, for the apothecary in Hogsmeade. Besides I literally am an Auror why in the world would I be doing anything illegal like selling Felix Felicis on the black market?”

“It’s Wolfsbane.”

“Even worse, that’s just as controlled. Can I brew it? Of course, I wouldn’t be worth my salt as a Master Potioneer if I couldn’t. Don’t be daft.”

The man stared her down, the veins on his neck popping as he mouth twitched, “Fine. But I’m watching you.”

“Keep your eyes neck level and up then Letoya--”

“Lebond.”

“Whatever. Are you done interrogating me, cause you have more that definitely lost your guy sitting around acting as if I’m a suspect in your little case. Better be careful, maybe I’ll solve it before you,” she patted him consoling on the shoulder, “don’t worry, I’ll mention this in my report.”

“You can’t do a report you’re not a field agent and you most certaintly cannot do any field agent work. You’re a Master Potioneer and didn’t do the training I did.”

“Astute. Anyway I must be getting home, I have to be at the labs early tomorrow. Johnson busted up a chimera alchemy ring yesterday and I have some bodies to help dissect, they were messing with some blood potioneering.” the man looked faintly queasy before stepping out of her pathway. The both exchanged a tiresome look, they both knew the horrors of this field of work, and they’d both seen the scourge of the Earth. 

“I don’t begrudge you that job at all.”

“Believe me, you shouldn’t.” with a spin on her heel she sauntered down the street as Lebond once again attempted several tracking spells, but without any real DNA to track she knew it would be hopeless. Armstrong no doubt wanted him out of whatever mission she was fielding tonight, he wasn’t the brightest snitch in the game and had all the finesse of a Chinese fireball at a kids party. Katie spun on her heels again, popping into her living room, feet landing dangerously close to an open wine bottle. Putting away the Wolfsbane that was meant to be sold to Hawkins tonight Katie quickly burned the hair she had left of the solider chav, Chickadee enjoying setting the short black stands on fire, no use for that disguise anymore. 

Tomorrow she’ll see if she can contact a few other buyers, the Full Moon was close and Katie as always needed a little extra cash on the side. 

[talesnbone]

when: may 26, first day of coronan lantern festival  who: damien gothel and daphne dee @daphne-dee​

he was a practiced man at deception. Damien had been making sure his attempts and style worked among the people of the Ton for as long as they stepped through the mirror. but, he certainly had to admit that even for him, being in the presence of his most hated, tugged at things in a way that made them wish to boil over. he had to remind himself that he had a plan. a purpose. it could not end in one night of a heated fire. no matter how tempting the idea was. he could already taste the satisfaction. but it would be short lived. no, the suffering needed to be deeper. there were webs to be weaved. moves to be made. 

speaking of moves, he caught sight of one such thing in motion. the sight of one Miss Daphne Dee, made a corner of his mouth move upwards to the sky. she seemed unlike the other fae he had seen so far. something that kept her apart from the others. her shimmer dark locks always styled so well, but never seemed to be enough for people around her. he had heard rumor that she was of an older age. perhaps too old to be a viable candidate for a man to choose to marry. none of that mattered in the end, to him. what did matter was her connection to the fairy godmother. the one that seemed to be in enough stories it almost made him want to gag. 

still, magic was something he didn’t have access to. thus, he was willing to find people that did. he always did need more ‘friends’. smoothly, Damien made his way in front of her, so he could offer a proper greeting. “it’s lovely to see you again, Miss Dee.” he began with a nod of his head. something like a bow. a courtesy he was willing to give her. “i hope you have your eye on something this night to start the festivities off how you wish.” 

❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖

[mrsnazariowrites]

Yesterday

The Edge of the World: Chapter 9

Perfect Match AU

Pairing: Damien x MC

Perma-note: Dames’ name is Dexter in this series.

A/N: After weeks of studying for exams exams and just posting previews, I finally sat down and threw out the rest of this! 

I’m going to start posting everything via tumblr once again, but I will still be including the archive link to the same fic as well, just in case my read-more link malfunctions or you just prefer to read on the archive.

The supporting lyrics are from the song Empty Eyes, by Within Temptation

If you need to catch up, Chapters 1-8 is in my Masterlist

Link to the Choices Fanfic Archive version: http://choicesfanfic.com/content/yesterday/

Summary: Maya has a long-overdue conversation with Alana in their cell . . . and then some very hard truths to throw at Dexter. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang infiltrate the docks. Will they make it through undetected?

Disclaimer: Characters/canon belong to Pixelberry

You’re determined by faith you pretend to make up,

You lay out your case like the enemy

But all that you got through dirty white lies,

You find the damn correct way of blaming me for your crimes

Won’t you talk to me? Don’t walk or run away.

I’m onto you . . . yesterday . . . (with empty eyes)

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The silence inside was stifling, save for Rowan and Cecile’s argument echoing in muffled yells through the metal walls. The cargo container Maya and Alana were currently shut in allowed for plenty of leg room, but at the moment, both of them were situated in corner, trying to gather as much as they could from the conversation outside; grabbing at bits and pieces of their words to get a clue as to what would come next. Nothing special seemed to come of it besides more vengeful, grandiose declarations.

At least until one name stood out to them.

Khaan. 

Maya glanced sideways and met Alana’s gaze.

“Does that name ring a bell for you?” the agent whispered.

Maya shook her head, biting her lip. “Nope. Never heard of him.”

“If this guy is so important to them, I wonder why he hasn’t shown up yet.”

As the voices outside died down, she sat back and took a deep breath which only seemed to tighten her nerves as her mind was bombarded with numerous theories. All she’d been able to get from this was that for some reason, they desperately needed this ‘Khaan’ guy to advance their Siren project. But what did that have to do with her and Damien? Wasn’t this whole thing supposed to be a ploy to recapture their group?

Then her mind shifted back to him as it often had throughout this chaos. Harley had taken him somewhere else while she and Alana were being held separately. And given that Alana’s presence here wasn’t even the original plan-

Maya’s heart sank and she drew her knees further in. Damien has something that they need. She inhaled sharply and looked back to the door. And now they have someone he needs too.

“Maya?” Alana’s calm voice came distantly to her, but she was hardly paying attention, still fixated on this new revelation. This was the only possible explanation. But as far as she knew, none of them had ever heard of Khaan. Did Damien specifically know about him? Or did he just know more than he was telling? Why would he hide it? What the hell is going on here?!

“Maya, look at me,” Alana said a little more loudly and Maya looked back at her, barely aware of how much she was shaking.

“What?”

“You okay?”

“I-” Maya blinked in surprise at the question. Not that that wasn’t a valid thing to ask, but more because it was Alana asking. “Yeah,” she cleared her throat to try and hide how much her voice was wavering. “As fine as I can be. You?” She glanced at Alana’s lip, which was slightly coated with some dried blood.

“Oh, this?” She gave a nod, smirking. “Please, I’ve seen worse.” Maya nodded in acknowledgement and moved to listen through the wall when Alana spoke again. “I’ve always hated liked Paris, you know,” she mused. “It’s so damn charming all the time.”

Maya quirked an eyebrow. “You have a pretty interesting definition of ‘charming’,” she said. “Cabarets and expensive bars not cutting it for you? You think this is any better?”

“What can I say?” Alana shrugged nonchalantly, barely giving away how she too, was trying to keep it together. The only indication of this was the way her foot kept tapping against the floor. “Keeps things interesting.”

Maya was about to elaborate on how dismal circumstances like this seemed like such a normal thing to her. But then a loud creaking sound jolted both of them out of their conversation as the door opened and someone walked in. The sole lightbulb hanging from the ceiling was dim enough to make out a familiar figure.

“Damien?” Maya instinctively perked up.

There was a scoff. “Afraid not.” Dexter came through the door, carrying two plastic plates of food. Alana watched suspiciously as he placed one in front of her. He noted her expression and rolled his eyes, his sarcasm plain for all to hear. “I’ve tried to keep any dietary restrictions in mind, but you’re gonna have to make do with what’s here for now.”

“Riiight,” Alana said dryly, eyeing the mashed potatoes in front of her. “Slop it is, then.”

He turned to Maya, handing her the same thing while she watched incredulously. The last time she’d seen that softer look in his eyes was when they were at the Louvre checking out paintings; talking and laughing together, speculating on what she’d believed was ‘their relationship’ and future. And it had all been a lie.

Dexter had been perpetrating a ruse and Maya had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. That’s what had brought them here to begin with. It was why Nadia and her friends were stuck in god-knew-where, desperately trying to find them. It was why Alana was soon to be an not-so-official missing person.

And now it was why Damien was in danger of being hurt or worse.

From the start, Maya had only been trying to do something good for Hayden, for the Matches. This was just supposed to be about exposing Eros and going back home, but now everything had spiraled out of control.

And he was the reason why. 

As she looked into the eyes of the man who’d deceived her, all Maya could think of was one question. “Why?”

Dexter raised an eyebrow at that question, then glanced at the plate, seeming to think she was asking about the food. “It’s . . . been a long day. Thought you could use some food in the mean time.”

Maya looked at the plate then at him, her face contorting into a snarl, and she slapped it out of his hands. Dexter’s eyes followed where she’d thrown the food. He remained stiff in place, opening and closing his fists again before taking a deep breath and then looking back at her, tilting his head meaningfully. “I think it’s in your best interest not to antagonize the one guy who’s actually being nice to you for once-”

“Please, do you seriously think you’re doing me a favor right now?!” She all but yelled in his face. “You’re the reason we’re in this situation in the first place, which brings me back to my first question: Why?” When Dexter didn’t answer, she piled on. “Back at the Louvre . . . you impersonated Damien, made me trust you . . . god, you even let me kiss you, I-” Her voice grew thick with emotion and she broke off, having to steady herself before she could speak again. “You took advantage of me, Dexter . . . Of my feelings, my fears. How could you?”

“I- ” Dexter opened his mouth to answer, only to be silenced by the look on her face. He found himself gazing into her eyes – eyes that shone with pure hurt. She watched him expectantly as he struggled to find the words that would’ve come more easily to him many hours ago. “My job was to lead you away from the museum. It’s not personal, Maya. I was acting on Father’s-”

“Father– wow, okay excuse me while I barf.”

Dexter let out an irritated sigh. “Mr. West’s orders. I have a job to do. That’s it.”

“Yeah, your actions at the forest made that abundantly clear.”

“Excuse me?”

“You stopped Harley from hurting me. Was that part of your job description?”

His eyes narrowed. “That has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh but I think it does.” Maya stood up, balancing herself in spite of the handcuffs binding her hand to the railing. “One moment you’re handing me over to Eros and then the next you’re yelling at Harley for hitting me? I can’t figure you out!” She scoffed, shaking her head. “Every time you look at me, I see him; his eyes, his face. I think of the sweet things he’d say that make me feel safe. But then I remember your hands on me. Dragging me away from the museum, holding me down while I kicked and screamed.” She pressed on, undeterred by the way he tensed. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you? The anger.”

Maya watched every tell of his that she knew matched that of Damien – the way his jaw clenched, the way his hand was shaking. “That’s how Damien felt when Rowan attacked me in the Arctic. It’s how he felt when he saw you pull me into the van. That’s how you felt when Harley did the same. And that’s why you’ve kept me away from him since then.”

“That’s- I was just trying to-” Dexter stammered for a second, then caught himself. He pointed a finger at her, glaring. “Look, no one asked you to fake a bathroom stop and then go running off into the forest. Whatever happened to piss off Harley, that’s on you.”

“Riiight, and I’m sure he was perfectly fine with you getting knocked on your ass by Damien’s ex-girlfriend.”

His turned a light shade of red as Alana chuckled at the remark, then threw his hands up, frustrated. “What exactly do you want from me, Maya?!”

“For starters, some honesty. You started this whole thing by lying to me and then kidnapping me on someone else’s orders. Then you suddenly start insisting that I shouldn’t be harmed, though you’ll look the other way when they hurt Alana or Damien.”

“I already told you, I don’t give a f-”

“Damien’s hands shake like that too when he’s nervous.” Maya’s reply hit him point-blank.

“That has nothing to do with this.” Dexter shoved his hands in his pocket, completely brushing her off as he stepped back.

“Bullshit!” She cried. “It has everything to do with the way you keep looking at me like you suddenly want to be some kind of protector! Stop looking at me like that when you don’t even mean it!”

He barely recoiled at those words, but whoever was sitting closer to him could see that his fists were visibly bunching up in his pockets as he endeavored to keep his composure. Maya knew that with every accusation she kept throwing at him, that was probably getting harder and harder to do, and she was playing with fire. Under normal circumstances, she’d have been a little calmer than this.

But now? She was too frustrated with her situation to care.

Dexter glared at her. “You think I want to look at you?” He fired back passionately. “That I wouldn’t rather just do my job and move on without Harley breathing down my neck? That it’s so easy for me to wonder why every time I see you cry, I feel like-” He immediately stopped and looked away, his face becoming as stony as it’d been before, but it was too late.

“W-what?” Maya’s eyes widened at this random slip-up and everything came to a standstill. Several seconds of uncomfortable silence passed until she finally managed to speak again. “You feel like what?” She unconsciously stepped forward, only to be held back by her restraints. “Dexter . . .”

“It doesn’t matter,” Dexter said, shaking his head. “None of it matters. You want an answer? Fine. All of these extra feelings are the real thing.” He continued to study her as she gaped at him, clearly not having expected that. Then he quickly added, “But I’m not the real thing, not your Damien. The sooner you accept that, the better it would be for you.”

“Dexter, it does matter. Stop pretending like you don’t have a choice. You do. You’ve always had a choice.”

“I don’t-”

“No, you’re wrong,” she shouted passionately. “Life is full of choices! And Matches are just as alive as humans! That makes you accountable for what you do. You chose to obey Eros, chose to deceive me, and now you’re choosing to ignore that you know this is wrong! Eros isn’t doing this anymore, Dexter! You are!”

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes that immediately changed to anger. “You know what? I’ve had enough of your whining,” he growled. “You wanna throw tantrums and piss off everyone you meet? It’s your funeral.” He swiftly marched over to the discarded food, scooped it back onto the plate in one swipe and then then threw it down in front of her. “Eat if you want, or go hungry. See if I care.” And with that, he strode out of the cargo container, slamming the door behind him.

Maya rolled her eyes and sat back down, fuming. She stared at the food for a few seconds, wrinkling her nose in disgust no matter how her rumbling stomach was betraying her at the this time, then looked away morosely.

Alana’s snarky comment broke the silence. “If you’re the best negotiator your group’s got, it’s no wonder you always manage to land in some sort of trouble.”

She whirled on her, irritated. “Oh sure, you’re one to talk about negotiating.”

Now it was Alana’s turn to roll her eyes as she picked up on the hidden meaning. “Aww, is the little princess still holding a grudge?”

“I- are you-” Maya let out an incredulous squeal. “It hasn’t even been a week! What did you expect, a heartwarming forgiveness monologue?!”

“Well, technically-”

“No, that doesn’t count!” She snapped. “Sticking together was what got us out of there. I stand by that, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten your role in this. And while we’re on my negotiation skills,” Maya leaned forward to emphasize her next point. “Let’s not forget that it’s my sweet-talking that got Rowan to reveal his plans despite the scene you made at dinner.”

Alana’s jaw dropped and she was silent for several moments, studying her until her smirk returned. “Impressive, Maya. Looks like there’s hope for us after all, that is, if your overactive limbic system doesn’t get us in trouble.”

“Can’t be any worse the way yours did.” To her surprise, Alana laughed at the jab. Another silence passed as Maya watched her curiously, partly hating how she felt her previous anger towards the wayward agent start to soften. Then she threw out the other question that had been stuck in her head ever since that fateful day in Moscow. “Did you really think Damien would’ve thought better of you if your plan had gone through? If he’d been safe and we’d all been thrown to the wolves?” 

Thanks to the poor lighting inside the cargo container, Maya didn’t notice Alana’s slight flinch at her abrupt question.

“I . . . hadn’t thought things through then. I realize that now.” The agent sighed. “I didn’t know what Eros was beyond what you had all told me. When you said they were after a robot and some files, I didn’t exactly forsee . . . this.” She gestured to the their dingy prison. “I mean this is dark. Really messed up.” That flicker of emotion in her eyes was there again. “Kidnapping, replacing people, to-” Alana immediately closed her mouth before she could finish the last word. She didn’t bother to look at Maya to see if she’d picked up on it.

Maya looked down at her lap, beginning to fidget with her hands. “Then why betray us like you did?”

“I didn’t see it that way then. At the time, my only interest was in keeping Damien safe. I didn’t know you guys nor did I particularly care about you.” She sighed again. “But given the last few days since the train, I see now that you’re . . . good people. Disgustingly annoying proportions of good in fact. I suppose I can see why Damien thinks so highly of you.”

“Alana . . .” At this point, Maya couldn’t help the intrigue she felt at what was probably the first genuine interaction between them. Before, Alana had shown nothing but disdain for them, which was easy to brush off, given her shaky history with Damien. But she’d still come forward to help when she saw their situation – albeit putting on a show of wanting to help for Damien’s sake, only to throw them under the bus for that very reason.

And now it seemed that the realization was hitting Alana harder than before – that not only had she grossly misjudged the wrong people on all ends, but her actions had also ended up endangering the one person she’d truly wanted to protect. Even if it hadn’t, the way things were going now, Alana would have earned his hatred if Maya and the others had had to face this alone.

“Bringing you to Eros was a . . . bad call. If I’d known what I know now, I . . . would’ve made a different call.”

Maya’s lip twitched. “Alana Kusuma. Are you trying to apologize?” The scowl forming on Alana’s face only heightened her amusement, lifting her anxiety and encouraging her teasing even further. “You must really like me. It’s almost like we’re-”

“All right, don’t push it, kid.”

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Dexter paced angrily next to the cargo container, hardly aware of the faint conversations going on nearby. At this moment, he didn’t care whether anyone would see him practically lose his composure over one girl. He had every right to be annoyed now, if not before.

He had never exactly expected Maya to be cooperative, given the circumstances, but her anger was infectious. Every time she would let loose, it caught onto someone else and would spiral into a chain reaction that would come back to him. The way she’d easily angered Rowan was evidence of that. And considering the way Cecile kept egging him on, this did not bode well for anyone. This was bound to land them all in trouble if they weren’t careful. Why Maya couldn’t see that was beyond him.

What was also beyond him was why he was even concerned over this. As far as he knew, the mission was accomplished – yet every order he’d followed was starting to backfire on him. Limiting Harley’s apparent zeal for cruelty, following orders to the letter . . . Dexter had done it all, yet now it was his loyalty that was possibly being questioned.

He’d heard time and time again that it wasn’t in any Match’s best interest to cross Rowan – and he hadn’t. But after today, he couldn’t help feeling a pull toward the idea that something else was amiss. Was it from Rowan’s apparent, cold disregard for these people’s dignity? Based on what Dexter knew, Rowan at least seemed to be very attached to his creations, going as far as to consider them his ‘children‘.

Dexter wrinkled his nose a bit at that thought. Somehow, the label still didn’t sit well with him. He never questioned it, but that didn’t mean he welcomed it. As far as he knew, he had a mother and four sisters who he was one hundred percent sure cared for him . . . at least they would’ve if the relationship was actually real.

It wasn’t, though, nor was it his place to want that. No matter how real these details felt, they were as fake as his persona. So long as he’d accepted this, Rowan and Cecile were placated.

No, he was part of Rowan’s destiny, to carry out his vision for the Siren Project. Much like the mythical creatures of Greek lore that had brought doom to innocent sailors, he himself had charmed Maya – taking the form of her lover and charming her with sweet words, only to lead her and her friends into danger.

Sirens could wield power without lifting a finger. They were breathtaking, yet ruthless, cunning, unwavering . . . and held no remorse for their actions.

So why was he faltering now?

Dexter had done everything he was supposed to do. Eros was getting what they wanted today because of him. His subtlety was why their plan had worked to begin with. He’d had, what, only a few moments of sympathy for Maya’s plight? And now while Harley got off kissing Rowan and Cecile’s prissy asses, he’d just been scolded like some small child.

I’m not a child. No one tells Damien Nazario what to-

Dexter cut off his thoughts in realization, then balled his hands into fists. “God fucking DAMN IT!” With a yell of frustration, he blindly kicked at a box nearby, watching as cracked open and its’ contents spilled everywhere.

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Nadia and Sloane were crouched behind a large pile of boxes, surveying the area. Cargo containers outlined every area of these docks, like a maze. Where Hayden and Steve were at this point was hard to guess, considering how easy it would be to get lost here and in consequence, be discovered.

Once they’d arrived at the docks, they’d spent a good few minutes surveying the area until finding a spot that wasn’t patrolled by guards. The plan was for Hayden and Steve to snatch some guard uniforms for themselves, then use the former’s similar appearance to Harley as an advantage to clear the area. Then he would lead the rest of them undetected to a better vantage point where they could plan their rescue.

Until then, the others could only wait bated breaths. Nadia clutched Dipper closely to her as they did their best to stay hidden until Hayden and Steve returned. In the distance, she could make out silhouettes, bobbing in the ocean and she could feel memories coming back that she’d rather not relive. She quickly shook her head, trying to quash down any thoughts of what Maya and her friends were going through.

No, Nadia. No negativity allowed! We’re going to make it out of here. Period. Though she still couldn’t resist getting one particular thought out in the open.

“Hey Sloane?” she said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“I really hate boats.”

“Agreed.”

There was a loud crash and a shout from nearby and both girls jumped. Sloane instinctively clapped her hands over her mouth as a few figures came around the corner. Dipper’s ears were straightened up and her teeth bared. She was on high alert, but to her credit, remained quiet; it was as if she’d sensed the danger her guardians were in if she made so much as a sound in front of the wrong people.

“We’re back.” Steve’s loud whisper brought relief to all of them as he and Hayden approached them, dressed in the guards’ black uniforms. Nadia stepped out of her hiding spot and approached them, beaming as Steve wrapped her in a hug, instantly evaporating her previous worry.

Sloane was smiling approvingly as she took in their appearance. “This is perfect, very convincing.” she said. “With you two dressed like that, Eros won’t even know the difference.”

“Oh they didn’t,” Hayden laughed. “Once I walked up and started barking orders, they scampered off.”

“Did you find a place?”

He nodded. “The area I cleared out has a few cargo containers we can hide in. But we need to move fast.” And with that, he began to lead everyone in a certain direction.

“By the way babe?” Nadia looked to Steve, grinning. “You’re gonna save that uniform for after we get outta here, right?” Sloane and Hayden collectively groaned and she raised her hands defensively. “What? I’m just saying . . .”

“Nadia?!” An all too familiar voice stopped them in their tracks and they whirled around, ready to face whatever threat had just come their way. They froze when they saw him. Dipper let out a low growl and Hayden tensed.

Nadia’s eyes widened and she almost lunged forward, only to be held back by Steve. Taking a deep breath, she backed down and looked back to the one who’d just intercepted them, swallowing hard.

“Damien, is that you?”

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I don’t know where I’m going, in search for answers

I don’t know who I’m fighting, I stand with empty eyes

You’re like a ghost within me, who’s draining my life

It’s like my soul is see through

Right through my empty eyes

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[antman-56]

The Long Night Pt. 12

***The Next Day***

Tai : So, we have a USB and some support from the local king pin is what i'm getting out of this.

Raven : Pretty much.

The twins were lucky that Tai helped them out, so they told him everything first when he caught them last night. He lied to Summer that they came back a few minutes after fell asleep. 

They decided to tell her what they learned later with Tai's help, so they don't get yelled at as much.

They were now in the cafeteria still deciding what to do next and waiting for Summer to get them their weapons.

They forgot about combat class and left them at their dorm.

Raven : What is taking her so long?

Qrow : Gee a 4 foot girl carrying a broad sword her size, a Odachi with it's sheaths, her own weapon and all the ammo for those weapons should be here in 5 minutes no less.

Raven : Fine. I'll go help her.

Tai : Thank you my love.

Qrow : Gross.

The boys watched Raven walk out of the cafeteria.

Tai (smirking) : Not as gross as you and Summer almost kissing.

Qrow spits out his drink.

Qrow (flustered) : What?

Tai : I saw what you two were about to do and I got to ask . . .

Qrow : And you want me to back off or something?

Tai (throws spoon full of corn at him)  : Let other people finish before you assume. And I am not against it, just be careful with her.

Qrow : Or you'll kill me?

Tai : No, she can do it before I could.

Qrow : Well don't worry we aren't dating. It just happened.

Tai : I know that feeling, but she may like you.

Qrow just looked at Tai.

Tai had his trademark dopey smile. It always helped anyone get into a better mood no matter how down they were.

They noticed a pile of weapons moving towards them with Raven behind it.

Summer : I can't believe you guys forgot your weapons!

Qrow : Sorry.

Summer : You are lucky that Raven is helping with the ammo. Now get ready you two because Major Jones will take no excuses if were late.

***Combat Room***

The Combat Room was something special. It was a large room with cubes stacked into obstacles that varied from trees to buildings. Near the ceiling their was a peanut gallery.

Their were 32 students following Major Jones into the peanut gallery.

Scarlet : Alright Maggots, since your mothers decided not to swallow you this is your Hell. This is not Beacon , Haven, Signal or any other Combat School. This is Atlas, the best of the best.

Everyone of the transfer students were caught of guard. The Atlas students seemed unfazed by her intro.

Scarlet : Now we do this like the Vytal Festival. 4 on 4, 2 on 2, then singles. So, who wants to volunteer out of the lot of you?

Silence.

Scarlet (sigh) : Okay then. LION, BLAD congrats you fight first.

Team BLAD (Blade) and Team LION left to go to their respective sides, they were told to go, of the room.

Team BLAD is composed of Ben Miller, Lenny Mcormick, Alvin Duke, and Damien Steel.

Team LION is composed of Leonie Song, Issack Murr, Olivia Strong, and Nicole Small.

As team BLAD was leaving to their side Alvin winked at Summer before he left.

It did NOT go unnoticed.

Scarlet : Now the rest of you can watch the fight or homework. The choice is yours.

Summer : I'm ma go watch the fight. Would anyone else like to join me or . . .

Raven got up and started to drag Summer by her hood to the window panels.

(// like when Ruby and Weiss first teamed up )

Tai : How about you Qrow? Like to join me and the Queens.

Qrow : Nope.

Tai : Really why? I can keep Raven busy and leave you and you know who alone~

Qrow : First off, gross. Second their is nothing their and third I want to catch up on sleep if i'm going to be at my best.

Tai left after he got his answer. Thinking of other plans to help his best friend.

Qrow on the other hand put a book on his face as a blindfold and made himself more comfortable in his seat.

Team LION was renowned for being a up and coming brawler team. They mostly focused on hand to hand combat, but that didn't stop them from being a good team.

The leader of LION was Leonie Song. A fiery red head with a personality of her teams name. Her semblance was Fire Bending, albeit she has a limit for how long she can use it and she is extremely weak against water. Her weapon of choice are fire dusted brass knuckles and steel boots that enhanced her semblance.

Isack Murr looked like the average guy everyone knew, but didn’t know. He had no weapon just two small shield, one on each arm. Each shield was equipped with dust canisters that would explode a variety of dust when met with enough force to trigger it or whenever he decided to attack. His semblance was Never Stand Down, it helped him not stagger, but it has a limit to how much force he can receive before he falls.

Olivia Strong was a powerhouse of a woman. She was a giant close to 8 feet tall and had the muscles every body builder wished to achieve.She had short brown hair and looked more  akin to the stereotypical Valkyrie. She had a great battle axe that would return to her if she threw or lost it. If it didn’t come back, she was more than capable to defend herself. Her semblance was Rage, it blocks out all pain, she can only use it when in a dire situation and cannot tell who is friend or foe.

Nicole Small was a small girl like Summer, but in the life of a huntsmen looks can be deceiving. She had dark purple hair kept as a pony tail and wore a black corset suit with a purple trim which is connected to her gray tights and black knee-high boots (///Ayane from Dead of Alive 6) . She had no weapon, but she was somehow able to utilize her aura as one. She was more gifted in hand to hand combat and could probably beat Tai in singles. Her semblance was Exploit, she can see weak points on her opponent, even the ones they didn’t know they have. However, it can be used against her.

Team BLAD was one of the three teams that had their eyes on team STRQ since the incident. They were a mix bag of kids that everyone thought wouldn’t get along when they met.

Ben Miller was the the leader of team BLAD. He was a well built man with a lazy eye and a Mohawk. He was in the punk phase right now and he made sure everyone knew. He had tattoos with various Grimm and one that said “No ragrets” on the back of his neck. His weapon was a zhanmadao, that can turn into a small katana. His semblance is Telepathy, he can tell give teammates orders without saying them, although is a one sided communication

Lenny McCormick was a failed ladies man. He looked like a knockoff version of prince Charming doll that you want to throw away, but you can’t. He did very little for hygiene and tries to impress girls with the expensive stuff he buys for himself. His weapon of choice was a longsword that can turn into a whip. (///Think of the sword of creation in Fire Emblem : Three houses) His semblance is Counter, any physical attack can be reflected back at the source. It takes a lot of aura to pull off and is very dangerous if done incorrectly.

Alvin Duke is a chipmunk faunus. He hides his ears with a red beanie and long unkempt brown hair. Nobody knows he’s a faunus except his team and he would like to keep it that way. His weapon of choice was amplifier microphone around his neck, that he wears like a scarf. His semblance is Scream, he can let out sonic scream attacks at any frequency, the cut off being it hurts his voice if done without his Aura. 

Damian Steel was the strongest of the team. If their was a new diet or new way to exercise then he was invested in it. He had a shaved head and wore only khaki shorts that went past his knees. He was considered to be in the same boat as most of the most physique huntsmen on campus. His weapon of choice was a drill like gauntlet. His semblance was Harden, it would harden his skin to be as harder than steel.

Both teams were now at the bottom floor waiting for the doors to open.

Scarlet (intercom) : Now you all know the rules. Aura drops below 20% your out. No suicide sacrifices, no human shields, and no friendly fire. 

“Now Begin” 

BLD advanced towards LION. Alvin stayed behind and it looked like he was coughing.

Damien was fighting Olivia, Lenny against Isack, and Ben was keeping Nicole and Leonie occupied.

Olivia was on the offensive and was not letting Damien breath. Damien was blocking every strike Olivia delivered with little difficulty. That soon changed when she started to add more force into her strikes.

Damien (grunting) : That all you got?

Olivia smiled.

Damien was caught off guard when she added more force behind her next strike that it left him wide open. Olivia took advantage and went for a punch to the face, but immediately when her fist made contact she winced in pain. Damien activated his semblance at the last second.

Seeing her retreat, he immediately counter attacked with  a series of strikes.

Lenny was winning against his fight with Isack. He had him at a distance and was striking him with his whip sword. Isack could only move slowly towards Lenny as he was able to block his attacks. 

Nicole and Leonie were trying to get past Ben, so they could get to Alvin. Between the two girls Ben was struggling with Nicole. She kept going to his left side while Leonie was attacking his right. She kept pushing or grabbing his blade whenever they made contact.

Ben just blocked an attack from Nicole and was now about to strike Leonie. She blocked the blade and activated her semblance. She made a fire ball to blast him in the chest. Sending him off flying to the nearest wall.

As the 2 women were advancing a whip hit Nicole. Leonie turned to see Lenny, Lenny left himself open for Isack when he decided to help. Isack ran towards Lenny tackling him and began his punching him when he was on the floor. 

Nicole got up from the attack and was again helping Leonie. Ben threw his weapon at them and it hit Leonie in the back.

Nicole was right a few feet away from Alvin and was about to go for his throat.

That was when Alvin was done taking a deep breaths and let out a high note.

Team LION quickly covered their ears to try to decrease the noise. 

Team BLAD quickly took advantage of the situation when team LION left themselves wide open. 

Ben attacked Leonie and Nicole. Lenny pushed Isack off of him, picked up his sword and started striking Isack down when he was on the floor. Damein started a number of combos on Olivia who couldn’t even activate her semblance.

The match was over before anyone could yell out a Boo.

The foreign exchange students were in an uproar that a dirty trick was used when they were sparring. while the Atlas students stayed quiet.

Team BLAD saw the commotion in the peanut gallery and bowed at them. Making the students more mad. 

Scarlet :Students! Quite! (Sigh) 

                                 (BOOM)   

Silence.

Scarlet : Now I know the tactic that Team BLAD used was unsportsmanlike, but I must ask you. Do you think your enemy will play fair? Are you that naive?

The students looked at one another, to see if anyone disagreed with her.

Scarlet : No, they won’t. Human combatants will show no honor in a fight and like the Grimm, they will not wait for you to be ready to kill them. This is an example of “Whatever it takes to win”. Take this as a lesson, to never underestimate your enemy. (darkly) Even if they are your peers.

The students dispersed back into their previous seats and waited for their turn in the match. 

Tai : That was still bullshit tho.

Raven : I understand it. This just shows that we need to do the same in our match. Right Qrow?

Qrow was snoring peacefully in his seat . The book on his face fell off and he had a saliva trail falling off his face.

Summer sighed, got up and did her usual thing that got her teammates up if they weren’t awake.

She gave him a wet willie.

Qrow “ ARGH . . . What the hell? 

Summer : Wake up and watch the next match between team SLVR and team STAR. 

Raven : Or we can talk about the Screaming Kid.

Tai : Like how his balls went back into his body or how he winked at Summer?

Qrow : Wait what?

Summer (Blushing) : He didn’t wink at me! He may have had something in his eye?

Tai : No it was a wink.

Tai looked at Qrow to see a reaction. He wanted to see if what Qrow said earlier was true. So far nothing.

Summer : Anyway lets get back onto the matter at hand. How are we gonna win our match? 

[geminiamethyst]

The Phoenix. Chapter 3: Secrets and Threats.

Kyun looked up towards the window, seeing the position of the sunlight. It was nothing more than thin strips on the wall. The sky was a mixture of orange, pink and dark blue. The shine of stars could be faintly seen, the moon waiting to follow. The cell seemed colder than it was before and Kyun curled up a little tighter than he was the moment he sat down. Shin sat next to him and Ken sat on the other side of the cell after he got tried from pacing a little. Mumrik had not moved at all and everyone assumed that he may have fallen asleep to try to calm down. No one had spoken so much as a mummer since that last conversation between the couple.

“You’re not really going to go back to him tonight, are you?” Kyun finally asked. His voice was almost dry from not using it, and not being given anything to eat or drink since their imprisonment.

“If it means that you won’t get hurt, yes.” Shin sighed, trying to not look at him, as he knew that Kyun would be looking at him in disapproval.

“But he hurt you.” Kyun grumbled, crossing his arms.

“What does it matter if that means that you’re safe. I can take a few bruises.” Shin muttered, covering his black eye as it throbbed a little, a painful reminder as to what happened.

“How can you say that?! Shin, this guy isn’t like Gnos. It seems like he’s almost twice as dangerous. And he doesn’t even have magic for us to be worried about. It also sounds like he was lusting after you.” Kyun exclaimed, angry that Shin was willing to get hurt if that meant that he didn’t.

“Well, I doubt he’ll try that stunt again after I broke his nose.” Shin said. He looked at Kyun, and sure enough he was receiving the face that he was expected. After taking a deep breathe, he let out a long, silent sigh. “If I promise that I’ll be careful, will you stop worrying?”

“No. But I do want you to be careful. I don’t want you to come back with a worse injury than this.” Kyun said, his face becoming soft. He took his hand and gently brushed his thumb around the swollen area. Shin fought back a wince and gave a small smile.

“I promise that he won’t hurt me again. I’ll be a lot more careful.” He smiled reassuringly before he gently took Kyun’s hand and gave it a small kiss. Kyun responded by cuddling up to his side and Shin held him close. Both took comfort in each other’s warmth, trying to reassure themselves that everything would be alright. It was when they heard the familiar footsteps down the hall coming towards the cell. Kyun clung tighter to Shin, dreading what was coming next. Shin didn’t do any more than squeeze him reassuringly. It did little to comfort him. The door swung open, the force used to push it slammed hard against the wall, making the hinges rattle. Mumrik snapped his head up in surprise, looking like he was going to die of fright. Ken only raised his head slowly and looked out of the corner of his eye to see two Hunters standing at the open doorway.

“Boss says he’s ready for you, Shin.” A Hunter leered, glaring right at the said Snufkin. As he said the name, his voice almost sounded deadly. Kyun tightened his grip on Shin even more. He didn’t dare let go. “Did not hear me you little rat? Boss said-“

“Alright. Just give us a minute.” Shin said, his voice sounding calm. He looked at the Snufkin that held him tighter than steel. “Kyun, I promised that I’d be alright and I meant it. You have to trust me.” Kyun refused to let go however. After hearing about what had happened, he didn’t want Shin to be left alone with that vile man. The Hunters lost all patience. They stomped forward and snatched at the two, one grabbing Shin and the other yanking Kyun away from him. Ken leapt forward, standing between Shin and the Hunter holding him.

“I don’t think your boss would be too impressed if you left a scratch on Shin, would he?” He shouted, his face, surprisingly, emotionless. The Hunter glared down at him.

“Says who, Goldilocks? Boss gave him that black eye, so why can’t we hurt him?” He spat.

“I’m just saying, if your boss sees that you have injured Shin, I think that he’ll cut your pay down to a very small, insignificant amount. Same thing goes for the rest of us getting hurt too, I’d imagine. Wouldn’t you agree?” Ken asked, once again, his face void with emotion. The Hunter looked like he was calculating what the blonde Snufkin had just said. He looked over at his partner and did a head gesture. The partner grumbled something but he pushed Kyun next to Mumrik. Not expecting it, Kyun slammed right into the wall and hit his head, stunning him. Shin had no time to react as he was starting to be dragged out of the cell. He didn’t protest or say anything to anyone. He silently let himself be escorted out. Kyun jumped to his feet and was about to charge but Ken stopped him.

“Trust me, the last thing Shin needs is for you to get hurt. You have to trust him that he’ll be okay.” He whispered, his face now showed concern. Kyun bit his tongue and watched as Shin was dragged out. Shin shot him back a glance, saying that he’d be okay, just like he promised. It was cut off almost abruptly as the door was slammed shut and locked. Kyun ran up to it and looked through the window. He watched almost hopelessly as Shin’s form faded away. He slammed his hand against the door. Ken was ready to hold him back if he was going to start slamming against the door again, but Kyun didn’t do anything else other than sit down to try to calm down. He needs to trust Shin, he made a promise. And there was no hiding it if Shin was hurt again.

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Shin felt a twinge in his hand but he ignored it. He ignored the leering glares that the Hunters sent him. He even ignored how detailed the halls and carpets were as he took shaking steps forward. He didn’t want to think about what might happen when he steps into that room. However, he tried to plan ahead. If that man out his hands on him again, he’ll fight back just like he did before. He promised Kyun that he would try to avoid getting hurt and he wants to keep his word. However if he gets hurt, so be it. So long as they didn’t hurt Kyun, he’ll accept a few hits. He ignored the obnoxious throb from his black eye again. He was still unsure as to why this man knew his parents and he wanted answers desperately. He will have to be careful though. This man had a temper and was easily switched between emotions like a light being switched on and off. Not to mention he will lash out at anyone who was closer to him. He took a deep breath when he realised how close they were to entering the same large room.

“Doesn’t your boss hate it when you enter a room without knocking?” He asked, trying his best not to smirk.

“You shut your mouth!” One of the Hunters shouted, before he knocked on the door. When hearing a muffled word from the other side, he opened the door. Before Shin could register it, he was suddenly pushed in. It wasn’t gentle either as he nearly tripped over, thankfully regaining his balance. The doors slammed closed.

“Ah. Shin. I see that you’ve taught those thugs some manners. About time too.” The man said from the fireplace. Shin turned to stare at him. He had a fresh shirt on and a brace on his nose, confirming that Shin really did break it. He noticed the smell of fresh food and glanced over to the other side of the room. A large table had been placed there. It was draped by a pure white tablecloth and large platefuls of fresh, home cooked food. The smell of chicken, gravy and roasted vegetables almost made Shin’s mouth water and his stomach silently as it reminded him that he hadn’t eaten at all since this morning. He ignored it and the temptation to start eating the food. The man approached him, a charming smile decorated his face but Shin could tell that it was fake.

“I know that you haven’t eaten all day, so my chef prepared a nice meal for us to have.” He smiled.

“And what do my friends get?” Shin demanded, not feeling too pleased at this gesture.

“Oh, they can have the scraps and left overs.” The man said casually. Shin glared at him. He would rather eat scraps himself than eat like a king while his friends get something that is close to nothing. When the man got close enough he almost put his arm around Shin. The Snufkin ducked out of the way, not wanting to be touched again by him. “Ah. I see. Playing hard to get.” As the man said that, he laughed like it was a regular joke for him to make. It almost made Shin sick at this.

“I don’t allow myself to be touched on two things. One is that the person is someone that I don’t know. And two is that someone is lusting after me, or has given me a black eye.” Shin snapped, keeping his voice calm.

“Yes. I do apologise for that. My temper can get ahead of me at times. And how can you not know me? Surely your parents must have said something about me I’m sure.” The man sighed, his talking s casual that it was like he was talking about the weather.

“That’s what I want to ask you about. Who are you? And how do you know my parents?” Shin asked, staring at the man in the eye.

“You’re serious? Big mistake on their part I guess.” The man said, his eyebrows raised. He spun on his heels and walked back to the small table at the fireplace. Shin brushed off his remark about his parents as best he could as the man poured out some wine from the bottle into two glasses. He strides back over to Shin, offering a glass. “I suppose you can call me Damien. I apologise for being a rude host by not saying so earlier. Might I offer you a glass?”

“No thank you. I don’t drink.” Shin said, immediately becoming suspicious. He didn’t know if Damien had slipped a drug or something into the glass that he was being offered and after what happened, he shuddered to think about what might happen if he was unable to fight back.

“I insist. This is one of the most expensive wines in the world and rare to come by.” Damien almost whined like a child. He gently pushed the glass towards Shin, who gently pushed it back. Despite in his throat being hydrated, he trusted his instincts more as to not drink it.

“And I decline. And you haven’t answered my second question. How did you know my parents?” He pressed, backing away from the man. Damien only pushed the glass into Shin’s hand and firmly made sure that he wasn’t going to give it back.

“Why, I was acquainted with them of course. Your mother was a remarkably beautiful woman. I would’ve been honoured if she became my wife.” He muttered to himself, taking a sip of his wine. He had a scowl on his face very suddenly. “I would’ve had my way with her too, if it wasn’t for your father. He came to her rescue like a gallant knight. Of course those two became joined at the hip after that. I loathed him the moment he stole her from me, she wanted nothing to do with me after that.”

“Well considering that you tried to do the same thing to me, I’m not surprised.” Shin said, his hand tightening around the glass so hard that he thought that he would shatter it in his own hand.

“Yes. I let myself go a bit, but that’s in the past.” Damien sighed, actually sounding like he had really regretted what he had done. He suddenly put his arm around Shin before he could stop him. “But please, let’s let bygones by bygones, shall we? We’re going off topic here.” He started to walk over to the fireplace, guiding the Snufkin with him.

“Are we?” Shin inquired as he shrugged off the man from him. He gratefully placed the glass on the table and folded his arms in a defensive manner. “Let me get one thing clear here. I know that this is about more than my parents. After all, no one gives someone that they have kidnapped, along with their friends, an idle chat about the past.”

“Yes. I agree. So please, sit.” Damien smiled. Without waiting for an answer, he gently pushed Shin onto one of the chairs and placed the glass once again in Shin’s hands. He sat down in the other chair. “Now, down to business. To be clear, I am a part of a small group. We call ourselves the Organisation. Corny I know but it kind of stuck with us. Actually, you’ve come across us before. Our ex associate, Dr Gnos.” Shin’s eyes widened a little. So there was one link between him and Damien aside from his parents. Gnos was one of them, this Organisation. However...

“This doesn’t explain why you kidnapped me and my friends.” Shin stated, his shoulders tending a little.

“If you please just be patient. I was getting to that.” Damien smiled coyly. Shin took a deep breath and opened his ears. “The other members and I have only one goal: to find the Phoenix and use its power. You see, Gnos was one of us but he left us because he wanted power all to himself.” Shin couldn’t help but start laughing at this. Damien frowned. “Did I say something funny?”

“You’re mad. Do you honestly expect me to believe that? The Phoenix is nothing more than a fairy tale.” Shin smirked.

“What if I were to tell you that your parents were two of the last people to see it?” Damien smirked. Shin’s smirk dropped instantly. What? “That’s right. You see, your parents were a part of the Organisation too. However, when they found out why we wanted the Phoenix, they along with a small group broke all ties with us. According to a mole that we planted in their rebellion of theirs, they saw the Phoenix and it gets better. They hid it from us. And they hid it so well, that no one would believe it. Not even you I’d imagine. Although, I’m sure that your parents told you where they’ve hidden it before their untimely end.” Shin slammed the glass back onto the table and stood up. He refused to believe this. All of this was a lie. The only time he had heard of the Phoenix was when he was child and his parents told him about it as a bed time story. They wouldn’t believe that they were a part of this evil group of people. They never once gave a hint that they had seen the Phoenix or where they may have hidden it. This man was just spewing out lies. He wouldn’t dare to believe them. Even if it was true. His parents were always good people. His mother taught him how to read and write and his father taught him outdoor skills, getting a sense that he would want to leave as soon as he believed he was old enough. His mother would always treat his injuries and take care of him when he was sick. His father would tell him about the world, making him seem small in a large world that needs to be explored. They would read him bed time stories and comfort him at night when he had a nightmare. How could parents as good as them, be a part of something so evil?

“No! I don’t believe you! My parents only told the Phoenix as a story to me when I was a kid. It’s not real!” He shouted, his fists clenched.

“Quite the contrary. It is real.” Damien said in an awfully calm tone. He stood up and once again presented Shin’s wine glass to him. “And you’re going to give it to me.” Having enough, Shin swatted at the glass like it was a fly. It flew out of Damien’s hand and shattered in the fireplace. The flames erupted higher and stronger in response to the alcohol. Blue flames appeared as the alcohol was burned away. The heat intensified. The glass fragments melted almost like ice. They stuck to the floor and the logs in the fireplace, staining it permanently. The flames died down a little after tense seconds of Damien and Shin glaring at each other.

“If the Phoenix is real, I don’t know where it is. And even if I did, I would never give it to a maniac like you.” Shin hissed, his voice almost sounding like venom. He turned his back, refusing to look at him. He flinched a little as he felt Damien put his hands on his shoulders. He tried to pull away but Damien’s hands were like a pair of vices, slowly getting tighter.

“Tell me Shin, what was it like when you lost your parents? It must have been devastating to lose them at such a young age. How much more devastating it would be to lose your boyfriend, I wonder.” He hissed down Shin’s ear.

“What?!” Shin exclaimed as he tore himself away from the man. He spun around and looked at him, his eyes wide in disbelief. He wouldn’t dare...?

“Really, Shin, you should never say never. I know of your relationship with the Snufkin that calls himself Kyun.” Damien glared. Shin took a step back, feeling intimidated. “Now, you will give the Phoenix to me, or else things are going to get a little bit messy.”

“I can’t give you something that I don’t have! Just leave Kyun out of this! He doesn’t know anything! Please!” Shin begged. He witnessed Kyun dying in front of him once before. It was so devastating, it felt like he lost his parents all over again. He never wanted to experience that ever again. Damien sneered at this. This was not what he wanted. He grabbed Shin roughly by the arms, making him wince a little at this.

“Let me make this very clear to you, Shin.” He hissed again, his voice becoming threateningly cold. “You have until dawn tomorrow to give me the Phoenix. If you do, you and your friends will be let go, wild and free once again. However, if you don’t, Kyun will die.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything. Just let us all go! You’re wasting your time!” Shin begged, pushing Damien away from him. Tears threatened to fall, but he held them back furiously. Damien only glared even harder, making him take a step further back. Damien lunges forward and snatched at his wrist. Shin winced as it started to feel like it would snap in a matter of seconds. He didn’t have anytime to react as he was spun around, back slamming into the wall. Damien pinned him there by the wrists. Shin struggled to fight back but his strength was nothing compared to the man’s. He stared up at Damien, his eyes reflecting his scared face.

“Now listen good Shin. You are my guest. I only ask for one thing.” Damien hissed, his voice was so threatening that Shin started to tremble. “I want the Phoenix. If you don’t give it to me, Kyun will pay the price dearly. That is my final warning.” Damien suddenly had a cruel smile on his lips, showing his impossibly perfect, ice white teeth. He switched around again to a lustful leer. He held Shin’s hands above his head with one hand and grabbed at his chin with the other. He leaned in closer. Shin almost gagged as he smelt the overwhelming scent of the rich wine on the man’s breath. “You know, now that I have a closer look at you, I see that you do have something that reminds me of your mother. Her eyes. You two have the exact same eye colour. How beautiful.” Before Shin could allow this to go any further, he slammed his knee right into his groin. Damien, obviously had never been hit there, let out a screech and let go of Shin. He bent over, forgetting that he was holding someone just seconds ago. The Snufkin pushed him away and ran to the centre of the room, getting far enough away from the vile man. Damien glared at Shin, breathing heavily. It took him a while but he straightened up eventually. He groaned softly as he tried to walk on steady feet.

“You’re incredibly stubborn, Shin! Just like your mother and father! And I can’t wait to break that spirit of yours.” He shouted. Shin stood his ground but his mind was telling him to run away. To get out. To leave this place and never come back. However, he couldn’t afford to leave Kyun behind, he would be killed for sure. Damien turned towards the doors. “GUARDS!” The doors swung open and two Hunters stomped right in. “Take him back to his accomplices! Maybe a night to think it all over will change his mind about our prize.” Shin had no time to react at all as the Hunters pounced on him. He thrashed as hard as he could but the Hunters had a stronger grip on him. Damien watched as Shin was dragged off and the doors slammed shut. He groaned in agony as he moved to sit down. This did not go as planned. He reached for his glass and took a big gulp of the wine. He had better have this worked out tomorrow. He after all, did promise results.

Chapter 1: Still Running (click HERE)

Chapter 2: The Burning Truth (click HERE)

Chapter 4: click HERE