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shadyteacup · 3 years

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I am a major Fyodor simp... so can I request some fyo fic?

Honestly, anything Fyodor..

I LOVE YOUR WORK!

Have a good day!

You shall ask, n I shall deliver.. Here's some Fyodor angst! Hope u like it💕

My Favorite Poison

Fyodor x GN! Reader

TW: angst, and death... also manipulation and immense God complex...

Enjoy mi amor :)

You and fyodor loved each other. You were the perfect couple. He was a tall, handsome, lanky man, and you complemented him perfectly. Both of you couldn't be happier with your lives right now.

So why did your smile never reach your eyes when you talked to him? Why did his expression look more commanding than loving? Why did he never leave any important documents near you? Why do you never kiss him like you used to?

Why does being with him feel like a burden?

It's simple, really. You both had met a few years ago and fallen in love with each other.

What you both didn't realize at the time, was just how cunning and dangerously manipulative the other was.

You both were probably attracted to each other because of how similar you both were. Both of you had a God complex. Only now do you realize, that you two were powerful, headstrong gods, with opposite views of the world.

You believed in a clean world, devoid of evil. So did he. But in your eyes, he was evil too. Anyone who disturbs the serenity of the world is evil. It was all about balance for you. You believed in equal amount of good and bad. And that's how the world is. It is a lot of bad mixed with a lot of good, making it neither, as a whole. Anyone who tampers with this balance, is a criminal.

You, being the all knowing, were the only one exempted from this rule. For you created some ruckus, and watched how the world reacted. It was amusing for you. The way the mortals scrambled to keep up with pretenses, and killed to maintain decorum. The irony was humorous. It was your way of testing your people. Throwing them under the bus, and observing just how far they would go to survive.

Fyodor wasn't the same. His methods were all aimed towards changing the way of the world. He was aiming to break this cycle of good and bad, and believed that he could make all the bad go away. How foolish of him.

If you two ever decide to come to a middle ground, and work together, you could achieve great things.

But both of you couldn't accept another God, one who is equal to yourselves. For each of you, there existed only one God, and that was your own self. Neither of you could tolerate the presence of the other. But instead of discussing this issue, you both decided to play games. Both of you, being super manipulative, created a fake world, wherein both of you were an ideal couple, loving one another, caring for each other, sipping wine and having lively conversations. You two were living the 'perfect life of a perfect couple'.

Currently, you were seated at the large marble table of your spacious living room. You were clad in expensive attire, and seated opposite to you, Fyodor adorned a fancy suit. You two were celebrating your third anniversary. What a better way to celebrate it, than over a vast variety of mouthwatering multi cuisine spread and the finest red wine?

Your silk gloves shone in the pretty lighting of the chandelier lit hall. Fyodor looked dashing in his black suit, and the color of his tie perfectly matched the violet of his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you would have fallen for him.

But you did know better.

So you flashed a dazzlingly fake grin at the man seated opposite to you.

"What a lovely evening."

He mocked your expression, and held your hand in his, two gloved hands uniting atop the wide table.

"It indeed is, my beloved. "

Soft violins played in the background, as you both began your celebratory meal.

You stare at him as you sipped the red liquid. Observing his looks, almost as if you were memorizing his features. Oddly enough, he was doing the same.

"You look really beautiful today, my dear."

Fyodor says as he cuts himself a piece of the syrniki, dipping it in the blueberry jam that you had specially prepared for him.

You felt happy, in that moment. Your hatred for him remained constant and clear.

He observed your face, noticing the raw, elegant beauty it held. He remembers the times he spent spent with you over the last three years. Those days were truly splendid. So why did it go wrong? Why did you both hate each other? Why are you both so close, yet so far?

You and him were perfect, until you realized his point of view towards life. You believed that people born with abilities are gifted individuals. He considers them to be a curse. Abilities are immensely unfair. He wanted to rid the world of its unfairness. You, on the other hand, saw beauty in imperfection. You despised evil. Evil, in your terms, was something that changes the frangible balance of good and bad in this world. You believed in karma, and enjoyed watching from your throne as it righted all wrongs.

Fyodor was set on changing the dynamics of this impure world. You couldn't let that happen. You enjoyed it the way it was.

He knows that if he wants to be successful in cleansing the world, he would have to let you go. But you were stubborn. You wouldn't leave without changing his mind and manipulating him to give up on his aim. Besides, you had seen and heard way too much. He couldn't just let you walk away.

He noticed how you kept sipping the wine, and didn't touch the food.

That works for him.

He tries to hide his grin. Yes, the good times he had with you were lovely. He honestly hadn't felt like that with anyone before. He had fallen in love with you. But, alas, all good things must come to an end.

You felt lightheaded, and dizzy. You wondered if it was happiness, or something else entirely.

Your eyes widened as you realized just what you were drinking. You had just sipped your own demise.

The peculiar smell, the slightly sour taste.. you wondered how you missed the tell tale signs of being poisoned.

Fyodor chuckled at your shocked expression.

"It was fun, Krasotka. The times we shared were very genuine."

He cuts another piece of his syrniki, relishing the taste.

It's a pity. He thought. Nobody can make these as well as you do. It's a pity he won't be able to enjoy them anymore.

You start laughing maniacally.

'Ofcourse,' , you thought,' afterall, the two of us are the exact same.'

"So this is goodbye, I suppose." You say as you grip the table to prevent falling prey to the weakness spreading throughout your body.

"Why, yes. I-"

Fyodor was interrupted by a series of coughs. His breathing became irregular, and he was coughing up blood, staining the pearly white silk napkin with a crimson hue.

Fyodor gapes at your laughing form.

'The syrniki', he thought.

"We are but the same darling.", you say as you caress his paling cheek with your fingers.

The reason for your giddiness became clear to him now. You wanted him gone. He wondered why he didn't catch on to the subtle hints. The peculiar smell, the slightly metallic taste, it all points to being poisoned. Now he understood why you had made his favourite dish in the first place. It was all to lure him to bite into his last meal.

He stares at your beautiful eyes. Eyes that once held pure unadulterated love for him. But now,they were filled with malice and hatred. Oh, how cunning you were. As he observed the evil glint in your eyes, he fell for you all over again. He loves your dark side. Now that he was on the verge of death, his goals, ambitions, nothing really mattered. In this moment of truth, he was able to genuinely appreciate your evil genius. The mysterious new plant in your garden, one that looked so much like an innocent garden plant, was one of your deadly creations. You really were a smart person. Always tinkering with life, in all forms. Your array of poisonous creations were memorised by him. This one was new. You had discovered another poisonous plant species, and grown it specially for this occasion. How truly romantic of you.

"I love you." ,he says as he stares at his one true love, his savior, and his angel, who would carry him to his death.

"It's a pity that I don't anymore. ", you say, leaning closer to him.

"Happy anniversary, love.", you whisper.

Both your faces meet halfway in one last kiss.

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translightyagami · 4 years

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James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist

Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.

Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go!

[UPDATED 11/20/2021]

CHAPTER FICS

sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.

the art of ink and flowers https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.

your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.

the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.

At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.

best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.

ONE-SHOT FICS

tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.

constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.

tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.

if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.

let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.

alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.

lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)

Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.

Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.

The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)

little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159 E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.

a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)

Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.

24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480 After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.

Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685 E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.

the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.

Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.

so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.

SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS

hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

GIFT EXCHANGE FICS

your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!

#me me me #subtextual #death note #lawlight #my fic #death note fanfiction #woof! okay!#i know i'm posting at the worst time #but i'm gonna pin this so everyone can see

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babymetaldoll · 4 years

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The Super Secret Mystery Project (Insomnia II) (Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler proposes to Reader after seven years together

Warning: You might die of an overdose of fluffiness. Sorry, I can’t help it.

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader

Word count: 2,6 K

A/N: Thank you all for the nice comments and requests <3

Part I

Materlist

- “I need you to guard this for me”- Matthew Gray ran into the kitchen and nearly killed his girlfriend of a heart attack. She jumped on her spot and almost dropped the cake pan she was holding.

- “Jesus!! Gubler!!”- but he just laughed and kissed her cheek sweetly, notoriously excited about something she didn’t know.

- “Sorry Bunny!! Just keep this for me for a while, ok?”

Matthew placed an envelope in her pocket and wrapped his arms around her waist.

- “What are you baking?”

- “I’ve been craving an ice cream cake all week, and today I finally have time to do it”

- “Damn, sounds good, which ice cream’s flavors?”

- “Oreo cookies and cream, and chocolate chip cookie dough”- Gubler kissed (Y/N)’s neck making her giggle as she kept pouring batter on the pan.

- “You are gonna make me get fat”

- “You don’t have to eat it”- (Y/N) turned and smiled at her boyfriend- “More for me.”

- “You wish, young lady, but that ice cream cake has to get the Gubler’s seal of approval before it’s served”- Matthew pecked her nose and moved to the fridge. His girlfriend stared at him with a sweet smile, thinking she was dating the most adorable manchild on earth.

- “And what am I guarding by the way?”

(Y/N) looked back at the pan and prepared it to get into the oven, and her boyfriend stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to arrange his thoughts. It was an important deal, and he had to make sure it all turned out perfect.

- “Remember that project I’ve been working on?”- he finally said, as casually as possible.

- “The “Super Secret Mystery Project”?”- she asked, thrilled to know more about it- “The one you’ve been working secretly for the last two weeks?”

- “Yes, that’s the one”- the actor took a sip of water and finally made his move- “I was thinking I could show it to you later”

- “Really? is it done?”- (Y/N) turned to him the second she closed the oven- “Can we see it now?”

- “Nope, you have to finish that cake first”- her instantaneous pout made him chuckle immediately.

- “Please?”

- “No, Bunny, you’ll have to wait.”

The “Super secret mystery project” had taken Matthew Gray Gubler at least two weeks in the making, mostly because he had to do it at work, in between shots in the set. Why? ‘cos (Y/N) couldn’t see it, which meant he couldn’t do it home.

Ever since the last time he was forced to spend a whole week home alone, he had made the decision: it was time to propose. But first, he had to find the perfect way to do it.

There was no way on earth Gubler was going to do it over dinner in a restaurant.

Neither on the beach at sunset. It had to be special. It had to be different. It had to be about them. Easier said than done, that’s why it took him exactly seventeen days to be completely ready to do it. And the day was that night.

- “Ok Gubbilubie, the cake is in the freezer, can I see the “Super secret mystery project” now?”- (Y/N) literally jumped on the couch onto Gubler’s lap and pouted- “Please?”

- “Gubilubie? what the fuck?”

- “I don’t know, it just came to my mind in the desperation to get your… attention?”- she made up a bad excuse and snickered- “Come on, it wasn’t that bad… was it?”

- “Please never call me that again”- Matthew Gray pretended to get serious, but you could tell he was making his best not to smile.

- “What? Gubilubie? why not? it sounds super cute”

- “I hate it”- he was lying

- “If you don’t want me to call you that again, show me the Super Secret Mystery Project.”

- “You love calling it by that name, don’t you?”- Gubler leaned and kissed (Y/N)’s lips softly a few times.

- “What can I say… it’s a good name, just like Gubilubie”

- “Stop it”

(Y/N) smiled and watched him stand up and grab the remote control.

- “Ok, so, it took me a while to master this project, it’s something I’ve had in mind for years, but it has always been hard for me to find the right time to do it… besides, I felt I needed more to add to the story, more character development, more… I don’t know, like one last push, maybe? I don’t know how to explain it”

- “Is this about the puppet show you were putting on the other day in your office?”

- “No”- Matthew laughed immediately- “Although, maybe I could add it… I’m not sure… it’s not a bad idea”

- “Come on! show me the project!”- (Y/N) jumped on her seat and clapped excitedly.

- “Fine, just… be honest and tell me what you think, ok?”

Matthew Gray Gubler was nervous. He had always said you had to get nervous when you were doing something important, ‘cos it meant you actually cared for it. Well, this time, he was truly nervous. Afraid even… hysterical, maybe, but making his best to look as cool as a cucumber. He loved that comparison, he was indeed a fan of cucumbers. Not ta fan of eating them, ‘cos he said they were disgusting, but he supported them. His words exactly.

The second he pushed play, there was no way back.

- “Hi, I’m Matthew Gray Gubler”- the image of him sitting in his trailer waving at the camera made (Y/N) smile immediately- “And today, I’m here to make some magic, make you laugh, but mostly, to tell you a little story about this incredible girl who met this, badly groomed, awkward and hyperventilated looking dude a few years ago, and somehow, fell in love with him”.

(Y/N) looked at him not getting what was going on. He just smiled and pointed at the screen.

- “Keep watching, it gets better.”

And it did.

- “Hi, I’m (Y/N)”- on the screen, Gubler impersonated her voice and stood next to a real size cardboard cutout standup of her, in the middle of the bullpen set. There were people around him actually pretending that wasn’t weird at all and just kept working.

- “Are you serious?!”- the real-life (Y/N) yelled and laughed as soon as she saw the screen- “What the fuck is this?”

- “Just keep watching, and don’t laugh, this is some serious work, Bunny, it might be the best thing I’ve ever directed”

- “Hello, I’m Matthew, nice to meet you, (Y/N)”- and in the scene, Gubler shook the cardboard hand and smiled- “You smell like cinnamon”

- “I just baked cinnamon rolls”

- “So, do you bake a lot?”- that had indeed been their first and awkward conversation the day they had met at a party one of their friends had thrown.

- “No… yes, have someone ever told you how hot you are?”

- “Gubler!”- (Y/N) yelled and smacked his arm right away- “I didn’t say that!!”

- “It’s an adaptation, I’m sure you were thinking about it”

- “I was not thinking that!”

Yes, that was exactly what she had thought.

- “Be quiet, I wanna know what happens next”- Matthew covered (Y/N)’s mouth with his hand and turned to the screen.

- “And, would you like to go out sometime? maybe get some coffee?”- Gubler said to the cardboard.

- “Sure, sounds like a plan, you look like a nice, handsome young man who can make me happy”- (Y/N) turned and looked at Matthew with narrowed eyes, but didn’t make a noise. She was enjoying the super secret project way too much to keep talking.

- “This is an incredible evening, so romantic!”- cardboard (Y/N) said. The scene was taking place in the Criminal Minds’s jet set- “I can’t believe you are taking me to London on our first date”

- “Why didn’t you do that in real life?”- she whispered and giggled, but he shushed her and pointed at the screen.

- “Pay attention!”

- “Anything for you, Bunny”

- “You are amazing Matthew Gray, you are the most handsome, intelligent and tall man I have ever met”- Gubler’s impersonation was so funny, his girlfriend couldn’t stop laughing

- “You forgot I can also do magic”

- “I can’t believe it! you are perfect”- (Y/N) had to bit her lip to control the laughter.

- “Would you like to see a trick?”

- “Of course, there is nothing on earth sexier than a guy who can do magic”

- “Great, let me get my special deck”

On the screen, Gubler started to prepare a magic trick, but now the camera was pretending to be (Y/N), so he was sitting right across from her.

- “Take that deck of cards and pick nine cards”- on-screen Matthew said, and in real life, he pointed at a deck sitting on the coffee table

- “I think he wants you to do it”- he whispered and his girlfriend looked at him confused.

- “What?”

- “He said he was going to make a trick for you, so… try i”t- not getting what was actually going on, (Y/N) grabbed the deck and did as told.

- “Do you’ve got your nine cards?”

- “Yup”- (Y/N) answered the screen feeling like a dork. Like a happy and excited dork.

- “Great, now shuffle them a little, then turn them, and fan them, so all the numbers are facing you, got it?”

- “Yes Mister Magician”- (Y/N) nodded at the screen and giggled, having the time of her life.

- “Spread them out, can you see all of them?”

- “Yes Gubidubi”

- “Stop it”- real-life Matthew whispered, making his girlfriend laugh

- “Shh, I’m doing a magic trick here, don’t interrupt me!”

He kept looking at her, now sitting on the floor, with his legs crossed, her eyes stuck at the screen. And he kept feeling his heart about to come out of his chest. That was indeed the biggest and more important project he had ever made.

- “Now it’s time to pick a card, I’m gonna roll my lucky nine sides dice to pick it, ok?”- the two of them watched how Gubler did so on the screen- “Number two, so look at your second card from left to right, and memorize it, ok? ‘cos that’s your secret card, and you don’t have to forget it, alright?”

The girl nodded and looked at it.

- “I don’t know what cards you’ve got, so this is going to very hard to do… but trust me, Bunny, the Great Gubler is gonna blow your mind”

There was a short silence, ‘cos both on-screen, and real-life Matthew were looking at her at the same time, if possible.

- “Get the cards together, turn them over, numbers down, and we are going to do my secret special shuffle, the one that’s going to do all the magic, ok?”

It was funny ‘cos (Y/N) was actually nodding at the screen, making Gubler chuckle.

- “You have to spell your name putting the cards in a pile, ready? use one card for each letter”- and so, she did as asked- “Ready? now take the cards left in your hand and put them on top of the pile, and now hold all of them in your hand, got it?”

- “Yes!”- she wasn’t actually trying to hide her excitement

- "Awesome Bunny, now I want to be part of this so why don’t you spell my name with the cards, just like you did with yours”- (Y/N) frowned and looked at her real-life boyfriend

- “Just Matthew or can I use one of the million nicknames?”- but the answer came from the tv.

- “Spell Matthew, Bunny”- her jaw dropped, and yelled.

- “Witchcraft!!”

Her boyfriend was really having a hard time trying no to laugh, he kept biting his lips as he smiled. So far, so good.

- “Are you done? now place the remaining cards on top of the pile, pick them all, and now put the first one facing down on the table”

- “Ok…”- she whispered

- “Now the next one on top of it”

- “Alright…”

- “Keep going, you can stop whenever you want to, and when you do, I want you to put the remaining cards on top of the others... if you don’t have any left, that’s cool, I just hope the trick isn’t ruined”

(Y/N) chuckled at Gubler’s face on the screen and did as told.

- “Now, as you can see, there’s no way I can know which card you selected ‘cos… well I’m not there, and I don’t know which card you selected, but, I am gonna give it a shot, ok?”

The fact she was nodding at the screen, forgetting Matthew was in fact sitting there next to her, was so far, his favorite part of the whole video. She was so into the trick, she had no idea what was coming up next.

- “Ok Bunny, move a little closer to me and place your card facing down in your hand”- she crawled closer to the tv and giggled.

- "And now take the first three cards, don’t look at them, just hold them up and show them to me… no, neither of those, throw them away, we don’t need them, show me the next two”

And so she did, giggling nervously, thinking there was no way on earth that trick was ever going to work.

- “Nope, your card ain’t there either, show me one more… nope, nothing… are you sure you shuffled this right? yes? sorry, don’t look at me like that! ok… you know what, none of those is your card, I’ve got the feeling you’ve got it hidden somewhere… hold it… I can feel it”

(Y/N) frowned, confused and by instinct, her hand moved to the envelope her boyfriend had given her earlier.

- “Yes Bunny… show me what’s in that envelope”- she knew it was the same man the whole time, but it was still freaky the guy on the tv knew everything she was doing in real life.

- “Now, open the envelope and show me the card…”- she did exactly what the magician asked her to do, and saw him smile.

- “Finally! that’s your card, take look at it”

When (Y/N) turned the card, she wide opened her eyes. It was actually the card she had picked, but it also had a note written on top of it with a handwriting she knew all too well, that said: “Turn around”.

And when she did, she saw Matthew Gray Gubler kneeled in front of her holding the perfect engagement ring.

- “I always thought magic was an illusion you create for an audience until I met you, and you made me feel the magic in life without any kind of trick, that’s why I want to be with you for the rest of my life, trying to make your days as magical as you make mine… so… (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”

The tears and the smile across her face were all the answer Matthew needed, but it wasn’t until he heard her say “I do” that he didn’t let out the breath he had been holding ever since he had stopped talking.

That was it, it was finally happening, in the most romantic, different, nerdy way Gubler could have thought about. And she had said yes. Anyone would have been sure she was going to accept, but he didn't want to take her for granted, it was the first mistake in a relationship. He hadn't done that in seven years, he wasn't going to start now.

They held each other tight for a few minutes, whispering how much they loved each other. They kissed, they even cried a little (more than a little, actually), and finally, they sighed and smiled.

- “Is it too soon to ask for some of that ice cream cake?- Gubler whispered in her ear and she laughed.”

- “I was thinking about it... celebration cake?”

- “And then, celebration sex?”- they smiled at each other and nodded.

- “I love you, Gub”

- “I love you, Bunny.”

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Buck/Eddie: Now I’m Pacing Back and Forth, Wishing You Were at My Door (Fake Dating/Undercover AU)

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

Summary:

Fake Dating/Undercover AU requested by anonymous

No matter what he does, no message from Buck appears.

And Eddie understands he's spent less than a few hours with this man, that people wouldn't understand why there's this twisting aching tug inside his gut at the knowledge that Buck could be hurt, could even be dead, right now. That he might never get to have another moment with this beautiful, kind hearted, funny, complex man who kisses like he's got Eddie's heart in his hands and reads to Christopher like there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.

For Tropetember 2021, can be read on Ao3 here

CW: a few uses of the f word, a very brief mention of sex trafficking with absolutely no details (one line in the newspaper Eddie reads)

"Look, I'm really sorry, but please go along with this, and you can absolutely tell me off later."

In that split second, Eddie realizes that the gorgeous guy at the bar, the one he hasn't been able to tear his gaze away from since he walked in two minutes ago, has seemingly magically appeared in front of him.

And he's kissing him.

Really kissing him. And he's really fucking good at it.

"Hey, babe," the guy says with a smile, pulling back just enough to run his hands through Eddie's hair (and isn't Eddie thrilled he was too tired from work to style his hair, making it so much easier for whoever the hell this is to really get his long surprisingly gentle fingers right up in there).

"Hey," Eddie manages to breathe out, pretty sure he's stuck in a state of total shock and awe here, and the mystery man chuckles, and Eddie's pretty sure that he spots a blush spreading right up to a birthmark that's just the perfect size to press his lips against-

Eddie makes a tight fist, hoping against hope that the sharp jolt of his fingernails digging right into his palm will snap him back to himself, and out of whatever world he's fallen into where all he can think about is dotting tender kisses across a stranger's beautiful face.

Mystery man backs up, looks sad suddenly, and that definitely doesn't help Eddie's desires to just kiss it and make it all better. "It would be great if you wouldn't hit me," the guy says softly, hands loose and open, "though I would get it if you did." And no, Eddie thinks, no absolutely not, he would never. He's always known that's not a good path to ever let himself go down, using his fists to solve something, but he can't ever imagine mixing violence with the man in front of him.

"I wouldn't," Eddie assures him, "never. I promise." The man looks relieved, then a smile spreads across his face, and he reaches a hand out, gently opens Eddie's closed fist and soothes the stinging nail marks with soft strokes from the tips of his fingers. Eddie feels callouses, and a small scar, but before he can process that information further, the man's other hand is latching onto Eddie's belt loop and tugging him in close again.

"There's two guys, both tall, one has black hair, one brown," the guy murmurs into Eddie's neck, his arms tight around Eddie's back, and Eddie can't help but lean into the touch, letting his own arms drape around this mystery man's waist. He can't honestly remember the last time someone held him quite like this, so even if it's a (gorgeous) stranger (with a tender touch) Eddie's going to let himself have this. "Brown haired guy has a big jagged scar running up his cheek, black hair's wearing a leather jacket with a red lightening bolt on both sleeves. Where are they in the bar?"

Turning his head slightly, Eddie spots the two men who fit the descriptions, over in the back by the pool table. He tells the mystery man as much, and feels a whoosh of relieved air against his neck before the man is pulling back again. "Pretty sure you just saved my life there," the man says, and behind his cocky grin Eddie swears he can see his lower lip trembling. "Thank you."

And with that, just as quickly as he appears, the man is gone. Eddie throws down a twenty and runs to the door, but there's no one there.

Eddie doesn't tell anyone about what happened. Definitely not his son, Christopher, when he gets home from spending time with his Abuela. And not any of his co workers at the store, definitely not. He can already hear Chimney saying he's been spending too much time in their thriller section (only Hen knows it's actually romance books Eddie sneaks behind the counter, and she promised not to tell anyone). And he especially doesn't want to admit just how much he's been thinking about his mystery man since that night.

So when said mystery man comes flying through the door of Eddie's bookstore and small cafe right before closing on Monday, Eddie is the only one who is both surprised and also secretly thrilled.

"Oh, no way!" the man calls out excitedly, grinning despite the blood dripping from the large slash on his left palm. "It's you!" (Okay, so the blood does definitely put a damper on things, Eddie thinks, though apparently not for the mystery man, who seems completely unfazed.)

Hurrying behind the counter in the cafe, Eddie grabs a towel and their first aid kit, guiding the man to the nearest overstuffed armchair.

"You going to introduce us, Eddie?" Hen asks, and Eddie knows he's in for it when he sees the gleeful looks she and Chimney are giving each other.

"I'm Evan, but everyone calls me Buck," the man says with a smile and a wave, Eddie tugging his injured hand back down with an exasperated huff of air. He's barely had a chance to even start cleaning out the wound when two more men burst in through the front door.

Eddie immediately recognizes them as the two men from the bar, jagged scar and red lightening bolt. Their body language screams "extras from a mob movie" at Eddie, and he moves in front of Buck before he even has time to think things through. "What the hell are you doing here?" Lightening Bolt growls in Buck's direction, and again, Eddie's only excuse is that the mystery man now known as Buck has overridden his common sense, because Eddie crosses his arms across his chest, and-

"He's visiting me, who the fuck are you?" Eddie spits back. Hen and Chimney are wide eyed, and Eddie can feel Buck tensing up at his back, ready to spring up at a moment's notice.

"We're pals of his, now who the fuck are you?" Lightening Bolt (apparently the better spoken of the two) growls, again, and Eddie is really getting fed up with this guy. Eddie takes a second, scrolls back through his memories in the bar (he barely has to, considering how many times he's replayed that kiss in his head), adds in some wishful thinking, and decides to go for broke here.

"I'm his boyfriend," Eddie asserts, and he can only hope that the three people behind him don't give the game away. Eddie takes a step forward, hoping to keep the attention on him and not whatever facial expressions he can only imagine Hen and Chim are unable to stifle (and he's afraid to know what look is on Buck's face). "This is my store, and I don't like your attitudes right now. I don't like anyone bothering my boyfriend."

"Didn't know Sam had a boyfriend," Jagged Scar says, and Eddie can see why he's kept quiet, his growl is far less impressive. Sam is certainly not the name Buck just gave him, but Eddie's already this far in, he might as well just keep going.

"Well he does, and I'd really like to spend some time with him, so you can show yourselves out," Eddie says calmly, and feels Buck put his (non-injured) hand on Eddie's waist, leaning into his side.

"Thanks, babe," Buck murmurs, nuzzling his face into Eddie's neck, laying a soft kiss behind Eddie's ear, and Eddie desperately wars against every single strand of his genetic code and emotional state to keep his face from turning beet red.

Jagged Scar looks at Lightening Bolt to find out their next move, clearly waiting for his cue. Lightening Bolt stares at Buck and Eddie for another minute, almost daring them to break and spill the beans, but when they simply stare back, Lightening Bolt heads for the door, Jagged Scar right on his heels.

"Make sure you tell your boyfriend you're busy tomorrow, Sam," Lightening Bolt calls back over his shoulder, before slamming the door closed. The second they are out of sight, Eddie feels the breath whoosh out of him, sitting down hard in the nearest chair and burying his face in his hands.

"Man, you were amazing!" Buck exclaims, grabbing Eddie by the shoulders and shaking him. "You are badass under pressure."

"Hen, Chim, you guys can leave early today," Eddie calls out from behind his hands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Chim utters a protest anyway, clearly wanting more details, but Eddie can only assume Hen has dragged him out because he can hear the door close and then silence.

"Are you okay?" Buck asks softly, his voice far more hesitant than Eddie has heard it.

"Have I gotten myself into something dangerous?" Eddie asks quietly, voice less muffled as he pulls his hands away from his face, but still stares down at the ground. He doesn't trust himself to meet Buck's eyes and thus completely override his preservation skills.

"These guys are simple," Buck promises, the sincerity in his voice drawing Eddie's gaze up again, despite his best efforts. "They wouldn't use anyone to get to me. They'd just get me."

"Okay," Eddie nods, then shakes his head vehemently. "No, wait, not okay. Are you in danger?"

"Can I sit?" Buck asks tentatively, and Eddie nods again, standing up and drawing a chair over. As soon as Buck sits down, Eddie takes hold of his injured hand again, opening a clean wipe and gently returning to cleaning out the wound.

"I can't really tell you anything, I'm really sorry." Buck's voice is so full of regret and loneliness it takes everything Eddie has in him not to leap across the table and take Buck into his arms. "What I can say is I promise you I'm not a criminal, I would never put you in any danger, and I'm doing the best I can to stay safe. It would have been a lot easier if I could have avoided those guys before they saw me, like you helped me do in the bar, but someone must have told them where to find me."

"I believe you," Eddie says simply, and the smile that springs up across Buck's face almost blinds Eddie, and he can't help smiling back. "Now is your name Buck or Sam? I have to know what to call my fake boyfriend."

"My first name's actually Evan," Buck answers almost sheepishly with a small shrug of his shoulders.. "But my last name is Buckley, so all my friends call me Buck. Sam, it's a...a temporary name." Trailing off, Buck peers down at the floor, like he's taking notes on the soft blue carpeting.

"Buck it is then," Eddie agrees with a soft smile, and Buck looks up again, the smile back on his face as well, and Eddie's heart can't take the fact that he's the one who made Buck feel happy again. So instead he focuses on carefully bandaging Buck's hand

"I heard your friends call you Eddie?" Buck asks shyly, looking up at Eddie through his long lashes, and yep, that's definitely doing it for Eddie too.

"They did," Eddie replies, lip between his bottom teeth as he examines his work before relunctantly releasing Buck's hand. Glancing back up, he meets Buck's gaze and smiles, nodding his head once. "And you can too."

"We're friends, huh?" Buck asks, and Eddie's pretty confident that is literal sunshine streaming out of Buck's smile.

"I won't be a fake boyfriend for just anyone, you know," Eddie banters back, cheeks tinging red in the warmth of Buck's soft grin.

"I hope not." Buck reaches his uninjured hand out and wraps his fingers lightly around Eddie's wrist. Eddie knows Buck must be able to feel how his pulse is racing, but he can feel that Buck's pulse isn't exactly steady either.

Then the shop door opens, and Christopher is there, grinning from ear to ear. Abuela leans in to give both Christopher and Eddie hugs and kisses goodbye, and to give Buck a very interested stare, and then she is back in her car and Christopher is in Eddie's arms, giving his own very interested stare at Buck.

"I'm Christopher," he says matter-of-factly, eyes twinkling mischeviously. "Did you know that Pluto is half as wide as the whole United States?"

"I'm Buck," Buck replies with a very similar mischevious twinkle to his own eyes. "Did you know black holes can burp up stars?"

"Cool!" Christopher is absolutely delighted, grabbing Buck's uninjured hand and tugging him towards the Astronomy section of the bookstore. Before Eddie knows it, Chris is on Buck's lap, Buck reading him a new book about the solar system, and Eddie is helpless to do anything but watch them fondly.

A shrill beep suddenly comes from Buck's left pocket, and he pulls out a phone, making a very disgruntled face as he stares at the screen. "I'm sorry, buddy," Buck tells Christopher softly, as he helps Christopher up before standing up himself. "I have to go."

"No, Bucky, stay!" Christopher pleads, turning his patented puppy dog eyes on an unsuspecting Buck, and from what Eddie can see it looks like Buck is two for two in winning the Diaz boys over simply by existing.

"I wish I could, Chris, but I'll come back as soon as I can," Buck promises, and Eddie is scrawling on a post it note before Buck can suddenly disappear again.

"Let me know you're safe, okay?" Eddie asks softly, holding the note with his phone number out to Buck. "Whatever is going on tomorrow that you can't tell me about, just please let me know you're okay, even if it's just a quick text."

"Yeah?" Buck whispers, gaze darting between the number and Eddie's face like he can't stop looking at either.

"Yeah, Buck." Eddie reaches over, gently squeezes the back of Buck's neck, and for just a second, Buck leans in, their foreheads lightly touching. Then Buck steps back, bending down to return Chris' hug, waving as he steps out the door.

Tomorrow comes, and Eddie can't help checking his phone. And checking it. And checking it again. No message from Buck.

Eddie makes sure the battery is still charged, the volume is turned all the way up, the ringtone is set to the most blaring noise he can find, the wifi and the data are both in working order.

Nothing.

No matter what he does, no message from Buck appears.

Christopher's been asking all day when they can see Buck again, and Eddie doesn't even know if they ever will be able to see Buck again. He tells Christopher he's not sure, and his son looks as heartbroken as Eddie feels, and after a night of no sleep and gutwrenching nightmares, Eddie grabs the first newspaper he sees Thursday morning and pours through it.

Overnight, there's been more violence than Eddie can even try to fathom, and so it's not until the third page that he finds what he's looking for. Evan Buckley, detective with the LAPD, successfully disbanded a sex trafficking ring that had been operating out of a small local pier. The officer will be awarded a medal for his valor. The article doesn't say which station Buck works out of, so Eddie drops Chris off at school, giving his son his solemn vow that he will get Buck to visit the second he finds him. He calls Hen and Chim, tells them he won't be in until later.

It's the fifth station Eddie tries.

He's got a routine down by now, hurrying into the station and heading towards the first person he sees.

"Hi, excuse me, does Evan Buckley work here?" Eddie asks, heart dropping as the woman shrugs, but then an older man walks up behind her and approaches Eddie.

"Captain Bobby Nash," the man says, extending a hand which Eddie shakes, most likely far too enthusiastically, but Eddie's long past caring about what anyone who isn't Buck thinks about him. "Can I ask why you're looking for this officer?"

"He...we..." Eddie takes a deep breath, tries to steady himself. "This might sound crazy, but we met for like two minutes, then we met again at my bookstore, and I bandaged his hand, and he made my son laugh, and I really like him, and I promised Chris I wouldn't come back without him, so here I am." He shrugs at the end of his speech, because honestly, what else can he do at this point?

"You must be Eddie," the captain says with a smile, and then Eddie's being led past the entryway and through a sea of desks and ringing phones, until there he is.

Buck.

Looking exhausted, a bandage on his forehead, another just showing over the top of his Henley, but there, alive, breathing, and about a foot away.

"Buck!" Eddie calls out, voice loud and relieved grin huge, and he will admit to no one but Buck himself that he is actually blinking back tears as he closes the gap. Buck is just rising to his feet, eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling into a matching grin when Eddie reaches him and pulls him in by the back of his shirt, clutching tightly to the stretched taut fabric as he wraps the younger man in his arms.

He feels Buck melt into his arms, moves one hand to cup the back of Buck's neck, presses a kiss to Buck's temple when the typically taller man curls his face into the crook of Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie can't begin to imagine how heavy this job must feel sometimes, what it must have taken out of Buck to pretend he was the same as men who would sell people to the highest bidders. So he takes on whatever weight Buck is able to let slide off his shoulders.

"Fuck, I was so worried," Eddie breathes out, "When we didn't hear from you, I thought...god, Buck, are you okay?" Pulling back slightly, Eddie turns his medic eyes on Buck, gaze sweeping over the banadages, a gentle touch ghosting across Buck's forehead as he lightly taps Buck's chin up, checking for any visible concussion symptoms.

"Cap made me get checked at the hospital, promise," Buck says, blushing under Eddie's scrutinity. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know, I just..." Dropping his head, Buck mumbles, "Wasn't sure if you meant it."

"If I meant it when I said I wanted to know you were safe?" Eddie asks, first utter disbelief and then complete warmth tinging his tone. Buck nods, eyes still on the ground, and Eddie swoops right back in, tucking Buck back into his arms. "Of course I did. Every word. Chris won't let me back into the house unless I've got you with me."

"Really?" Buck tilts his head up, arms now around Eddie's waist, and Eddie nods and smiles, and Buck smiles back.

"You make quite the impression," Eddie teases gently, and then lets his hands slide up to cup Buck's face, and leans in. Buck meets him halfway, their lips press together, soft, tender, once, then twice, then again before Buck lets out a pleased little sigh and Eddie grins fondly, resting their foreheads together.

"Captain Nash, can I borrow Detective Buckley?" Eddie asks, eyes twinkling, and he hears the captain laugh, feels the clap of a hand on his shoulder.

"Please," Captain Nash responds kindly, "I've been trying to get him to leave, but he just keeps insisting he has more work to do."

"I could take a break," Buck offers up shyly, and Eddie nods enthusiastically, bringing another laugh out of the captain.

"Finally use up some of that time off, that's an order!" Captain Nash calls after them, as Buck practically hop skips his way out the door, grin broad as he looks down at his and Eddie's intertwined fingers.

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super-unpredictable98 · 3 years

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T(UA) | Umbrella Academy x My Hero Academia Crossover

Written for @tuaaugust - Day 16: Crossover

Part 1: The Other Japan

Warnings: Strong language, mention of parental abuse, blood, emetophobia (not too graphic, nothing besides what's already in MHA), anxiety attack, Bakugou being Bakugou.

Words: 4.5 k | (Masterlist)

a/n: This crossover is based on the Eighth Child' verse and includes my OC Victoria Hargreeves. This is part 1 of 3 (?) for this story, I don't know when part 2 is coming out yet, so stay tuned. Also, this takes place in Season 1 of MHA/BNHA but let's just pretend the Heights Alliance dorms are already there for continuity purposes lol

gif by: @capinejghafa

"Children! Children, are you all ready to leave?" Mr. Hargreeves asked as the kids piled up at the top of the stairs with their suitcases.

It wasn't uncommon for Allison, Klaus, Diego, Luther, Ben, and Vicky to pack at the speed of light to get ready for a surprise trip to some other country to solve an issue happening there. That was the case with their trip to France to solve the Eiffel Tower problem, or to Hungary to deal with some terrorists.

Luckily, this time there was no criminal threatening to explode the world or anything of the sort. This trip to Japan was scheduled months prior by Reginald.

Allison and Ben would stick around to make sure if an accident does happen, the Umbrella Academy can still solve it, but the rest of them would stay with a friend of their father, some mystery man they knew nothing about.

"I didn't even know dad had friends," Klaus muttered as he climbed the stairs with his and Vicky's suitcase. "He doesn't strike me as the social type, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda scared, to be honest. We're going to cross the world to meet a complete stranger, doesn't seem safe."

"Maybe he just wants to get rid of us on our birthday," Diego joked.

If Mr. Hargreeves was sending all of them on the mission, that could be a possibility, their 16th birthday was only two days away. He hated to celebrate and never allowed parties. Maybe this friend of his was less strict about that, or so they hoped.

"Say goodbye to your siblings, the jet is waiting outside," Mr. Hargreeves pointed with his monocle at the door.

"Have fun, you guys," Allison gave each of her siblings a hug, lingering on Luther.

"You lucky jerks are getting a few days off, enjoy it," Ben whispered.

"Be careful, children," Pogo warned, his voice full of concern.

"Yes, and don't forget to be very polite to your hosts," Grace kissed their foreheads softly.

After all the bits of advice and warnings, the four siblings left the house. In the courtyard, a small jet that fits exactly four people was hovering just above the ground. As per usual, they all hopped in and waited for the elaborate vehicle to take them where they needed to go.

Somehow, Reginald's trusty jets were always faster than planes, much faster actually. None of the kids knew exactly what sort of supersonic engine their father put in there or how it flew without a pilot, but it worked. In no time they were landing on top of the UA building.

Their assignment was simple, they were supposed to spend three days there giving lectures, talking about the reality of being a young superhero in America, helping the kids polish their powers, and also learning from the pros teaching there.

"HELLO CHILDREN!" a very cheerful voice called as soon as the doors opened.

Each one of them had a necklace with a small device that would allow them to understand Japanese and communicate with the students, but strangely enough, the man waiting for them was speaking their language, and very well by the way.

"Welcome to the UA!" this man was incredibly tall, as tall as Luther would be one day, insanely muscular inside his yellow suit, with blonde hair sticking up, and the biggest smile any of the kids had ever seen.

"You speak English?" Luther asked, intrigued.

"Oh yeah, I spent some time in America when I was younger, I love that place. I thought your father had explained everything."

"You are our father's friend?" Klaus grimaced, this guy seemed so cool, why would he befriend Reginal Hargreeves of all people?

"Well, acquaintance, he was closer to Principal Nezu. I am All Might, it's a pleasure to meet you," he shook each of their hands, never letting his grin falter.

"The pleasure is ours, sir," Luther bowed, as he was taught, to show respect. "I am Spaceboy, these are my siblings: the Séance, the Kraken, and Die Hard."

"Awesome names! So nice to finally meet the famous Umbrella Academy, the students are really excited," All Might exclaimed. "Please follow me, I will show you to your rooms. I apologize in advance, we were expecting two girls and two boys, so we only have two rooms prepared."

"Our sister, the Rumor, was supposed to come instead of me, but uh... Dad said she was more useful, asked her to stay behind and fight crime if necessary," Klaus explained, it wasn't the first time his dad insinuated he was useless, so he didn't mind anymore. "We are totally fine with two rooms, I can share with Die Hard."

On their way to the dormitory, every student stopped to watch the honor guests coming through. They were hypnotized by the pristine uniforms, domino masks, and confident attitude... These American kids seemed like the real deal, top superheroes at that age? It was really impressive.

"There are so many students here, I had no idea there were more people like us," Luther commented, smiling and waving at the young girls watching him with a dreamy look on their faces.

"Absolutely, 80% of the population has a quirk. I guess you call them powers, right?" All Might stopped in front of two open doors, each room had two single beds.

"What? 80%?" Vicky murmured under her breath.

"Settle in, make yourselves at home, I will see you in twenty minutes, class 1-A with Mr. Aizawa," he rushed to get away from them, panting like he just ran a marathon.

Vicky closed the door and dropped her suitcase. Klaus didn't even notice her worry, he was just happy to be away from home. For the next three days, he wouldn't get locked in the mausoleum or left in the middle of the woods at night.

"He said 80% of the population has powers, but that isn't true, at least not for us..."

"Maybe he knows something we don't."

"Do you think we're in another dimension or something?"

"Could be," Klaus mused without a care in the world, reaching for his flask. "Do you want a sip of this? I think it's whiskey, but I'm not sure."

"But what if we can't go back home, Klausie? What if the same thing that happened to Five happens to us?" she panicked.

"Then we can study here, or All Might can adopt us! He seems like he'd be a muuuuch better father than dad ever was, I wouldn't mind."

"But what about mom and Pogo? And our lives?"

"I love mom, but if that meant never ever seeing dad again, I would be fine with it. I imagined you would be too, no more insane resistance training," he wrapped his arms tightly around her middle. "Don't worry about it, Liebchen, let's just have fun. We never get to meet other kids! Maybe you could find the mister right who will give your first kiss..."

Vicky could only laugh, she knew who mister right was, he has always been right in front of her, she just never had the guts to say it. Deep inside they both knew, they've always known.

Of course the school was full of attractive young men, but even if she could find one she liked, they would have to say goodbye in three days and probably never see each other again.

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On their way to the class, the four siblings got lost more than once, counting on the devices around their necks to ask for information. Most students were in a hurry, which didn't make it any easier, that was until they bumped into this boy...

He was not very tall, he was a little shorter than Vicky, but he was really cute. Blonde hair with one black streak in the shape of a lightning bolt, and gold-colored eyes. When she ran into him, she could've sworn there was electricity in the air.

"Gomen nasai," she mumbled one of the only things Allison had taught her. "I didn't see you, I-..."

"It's alright, don't worry," he smiled, damn he had a beautiful smile. Almost as beautiful as Klaus'. "Are you lost?"

"Yes, we're actually looking from class 1-A."

"You're in luck, that's where I'm going. I'm Denki Kaminari, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Vi- I'm Die Hard," she stammered as Klaus elbowed Diego, watching the scene.

"I know, we have been waiting for you, everyone is crazy to meet you guys!" he exclaimed. "You are legends! Literally, a good portion of the students thought you didn't exist."

"What?" Diego winced.

"Yeah, most of us thought you were characters from comic books. When All Might sensei told us you were coming, we thought it was a joke."

"Well, we're here... In the flesh," Victoria giggled as they entered the classroom.

The rest of the students were talking and laughing, but all of them went silent when the guests walked in. Klaus awkwardly waved at them, not used to such quiet fans.

"Umbrella Academy," Iida stood up and bowed in a robotic manner. "It's an honor to have you here. I'm Tenya Iida, class president. If you need any assistance, please let me know."

"Thanks, Iida for the... Enthusiastic introduction. Let's begin shall we?" a deep, lazy voice caught their attention. The teacher, presumably Mr. Aizawa, stood by the entrance.

He was gangly, had long (and unkempt) hair, one hell of a five o'clock shadow, and eyes so tired that one would guess the last time he slept was decades ago.

"I thought Mr. All Might was supposed to be here as well?" Luther asked.

"Yes, he had a small setback in the teacher's lounge, he will be here in a bit," Aizawa took his seat and leaned against the chair, looking like he would rather be anywhere else. "Why don't you start by telling us a little bit about your work and training routine with Mr. Hargreeves, and about your quirks?"

Luther nodded, starting a lengthy explanation about the conditions in which they were all born and adopted by Reginald, how their routines have been in the house ever since they were kids, about his super-strength training program, the qualities expected from a superhero, and the work they do fighting crime on a daily basis.

"Wow, I wish I was part of the Umbrella Academy!" a bubbly girl in the back squealed.

"No, you don't," Klaus snorted.

"Yeah, definitely not," Diego agreed, holding back a string of insults about his old man. "Our father has a very strict schedule for us, we are not allowed to break it, we can barely leave the house if not to work. Being a hero is very gratifying, but also very hard, especially in our family."

"Hell if I'd ever let a quirkless asshole boss me around like that..." a grumpy-looking blonde with folded arms grumbled, smoke coming from where his hands made contact with his blazer.

"Not like we have a choice when we're children," another kid, with a scar covering the left side of his face, nearly whispered.

"Excuse me," someone said, but none of the siblings could identify where the voice was coming from, that was until a seemingly empty uniform floated from one of the seats. It was like someone invisible was wearing it. "Did you attend any preparatory schools in America to perfect your quirks?"

"Yes and no," Vicky tilted her head, still trying to make sense of what she was seeing. "Our education was the equivalent of homeschooling for superheroes. Our father was our teacher, so we didn't attend a formal institution... Actually, I didn't know there was such a thing until very recently."

"What do your hero uniforms look like?" another girl, this one with pink skin and hair, asked.

"We... don't really have individual hero uniforms," Klaus frowned. "Depending on the threat we are dealing with, we usually just wear our regular uniforms or our standard combat suits."

Before anyone could ask any more questions, All Might walked through the door and gave the siblings a thumbs up as he joined Aizawa.

By now the lecture was nearly over, Vicky wondered what took him so long and if that was at all related to how he seemed to be out of breath after leading them to their rooms.

"How did each of you find out what's your quirk?" a boy with spiky red hair asked.

"We didn't exactly find out naturally, we were tested by our father when we were kids," Diego explained. "He would conduct experiments and monitor our brains to guide us in the right direction until he found out exactly what each one of us could do. Except for Die Hard, of course."

"It was a little different for me," Vicky blushed feeling all those eyes on her. "I didn't show any um- quirks when I was a kid, just like our sister Vanya. My father thought I didn't have one until I was 12 and Séanse here tickled me out of a window."

"That wasn't how it happened!" Klaus laughed along with the rest of the class, including the teachers. "I didn't do it on purpose!"

"He was tickling me and when he finally stopped, I ended up falling through my bedroom window. I thought I was gonna die, but I ended up damaging the concrete instead, that's how I found out that I am super resistant," she added, noticing the fascinated look this one boy with curly green hair had.

"Born quirkless..." he mouthed to himself, the biggest grin on his face.

"Spaceboy and Kraken's training makes sense for their abilities, how do you two train your quirks?" the bubbly girl in the back asked.

"Well... Our dear daddy leaves me at haunted spots for a few hours so I can communicate with the dead," Klaus tried not to scare them with how terrifying the experience really was. "But besides that, we also get the same martial arts lessons, cardio, stuff like that. This way we can fight even without using our powers."

"My training is based on endurance," Victoria continued. "I usually need to get stabbed, punched, thrown off high places, drowned, shot at, stoned... Sometimes I need to stay under a hydraulic press and just handle the weight."

"That sounds terrifying," the green-haired boy said just as the bell rang.

"Very well, thank you so much, Umbrella Academy," All Might stood up and clapped. "That was an amazing lecture you had for us. Don't forget everyone, tomorrow our guests will be back for my class and we will have combat practice!"

"Hello sir, sorry to interrupt," Vicky turned to him as the students quickly left the classroom. "We wanted to ask you a few questions about how quirks work in this... World. We have a slight suspicion we didn't simply travel to Japan."

"Sure, let's go to the teacher's lounge and I'll explain everything," he placed one hand on her shoulder reassuringly while Klaus and Diego were left behind talking to Aizawa.

As Luther and Victoria walked through the crowd of students, a few conversations were easily overheard:

"But she's cute! She's really hot!" the red-haired boy talked to Kaminari who simply laughed and nodded in agreement, making the grumpy blonde roll his eyes with a huff.

"Do you think she was born quirkless?" the boy with curly hair asked the bubbly girl.

"He's super cute, did you see that?" the invisible girl talked to the pink-skinned one. "And he's so strong..."

"I like Séanse better, he's charming," she responded.

Once they finally reached the teacher's lounge, Vicky's mind was reeling. Now besides worrying about being in another dimension, she was also worried about all the gossip going around the school concerning her and her brothers.

"If you don't mind, I'll take this off, it's so uncomfortable and I've been wearing it all day," she pulled her domino mask away from her eyes and grimaced as the light assaulted her vision. "We're all heroes, right? And I doubt this does much to hide my identity anyway."

"Precisely," All Might was glancing at the clock on the wall. "I should probably get rid of my mask as well." he chuckled. "This body isn't what it used to be anymore, I can't sustain this form for much longer."

"That's oka-" she started, but the words died in her throat as she watched his transformation.

Instead of the extremely muscular and intimidating figure they were used to, he turned into a lanky man. His hair was pointing down, he was skinny like a beanpole, his eyes were sunken and tired.

"Sir? Are you alright?" Luther asked, confused.

"Yes," he managed to splutter as he coughed, blood spewing from his mouth, but he seemed unaffected. "So, what did you kids wanna talk about?"

"AAAAAAAAAH GET AWAY FROM ME!" Victoria screamed in terror, pushing her brother out of the way.

"Die Hard!" Luther called helplessly.

"KLA- SÉANSE! HELP! GET ME AWAY FROM THIS SCHOOL!" she ran out of the room, falling several times as she tried to escape, but quickly getting back up to keep running.

"Is she okay?"

"I'm sorry Mr. All Might, my sister has something called emetophobia," Luther explained. "She means no disrespect. When she first started working on her power, our father pushed her way over the limits and she ended up getting sick almost every day, left her traumatized."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know... Can I talk to her?" he looked down, feeling extremely guilty for scaring the poor girl.

"You can try, but maybe tomorrow? Give her some time to recover..."

"Yes, sure, will you please let her know I'm sorry?"

"Don't worry, sir. Die Hard is very sensitive, but not at all resentful. She'll probably forget it by tomorrow."

Meanwhile, Vicky was still running down the halls, she had never been the fastest of her siblings, but no one could match her speed at that moment.

"HEY, watch it!" the angry boy, Bakugou, shouted as she nearly ran into him on her desperate search for Klaus.

"I-I'm s-sorry," she fell to her knees once again, crying her eyes out, barely able to breathe.

"Oh shit... Are you okay?" he rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed by how dramatic she was, but also knowing it must've been something really serious to leave an Umbrella Academy member in that state.

"No! H-he- He- there was blood," she stuttered, unable to form a full sentence. "He was bleeding, I- I can't..."

"Who was bleeding?"

"I can't say," she cried.

"Then I guess I can't help you," he groaned. "Why the fuck do you even care? I thought you, of all people, would be used to seeing blood."

"You don't understand..." she was shaking.

"What have you done to my sister?" Klaus ran towards them followed by Diego, the scene looked very incriminating for Bakugou.

"Nothing! She was the one sobbing, I just tried to ask what the hell happened," the boy shouted angrily, losing what was left of his self-control and creating two small explosions from the palms of his hands.

"Fuck off! You clearly said something to her!" Diego almost lost it, shoving that asshole and transforming his precious hand grenades (or grenade hands) into Swiss cheese.

"She's too nervous," Klaus helped her up and took her in his arms. "You're making it worse, Kraken."

"And that's what I get for being nice..." Bakugou scoffed as he walked away.

"Go find Spacey," Vicky gasped and Diego nodded. Usually he wouldn't care, but just like everyone else, he got worried about what might've happened.

"What's wrong, Schnucki?" Klaus walked her outside so she could breathe. "Do you wanna get back to the dorm? We can do the 1-B lecture without you."

"No, I wanna leave, I don't wanna set foot in this school ever again. Actually, I don't even know why I came here, I wanna go home! This isn't our world, Klaus, there's something very wrong in here, I wanna go back!" she breathed, her head hurting from crying too much.

"But Japan is so beautiful, it's so cool, I thought you always wanted to visit."

"I did, before I-"

"Is everything okay?" Iida approached, bringing the green-haired kid, Midoriya, with him. "Are you injured? Do you need to see the nurse? Can I get you anything, Ms. Hargreeves?"

"She just got scared I think," Klaus sat down with her. "I don't really know what happened. But I think your little blonde friend with explosive hands had something to do with it."

"Kacchan?" Midoriya knew how cruel he could be, but also didn't understand why he would do anything to their guest.

"No, it wasn't him," Vicky finally said. "I saw someone... He looked like he was dying... I was scared, there was blood coming out of his mouth!"

Midoriya's eyes widened as he finally understood what was happening.

"What are you talking about? Was there an accident?" Iida looked around.

"I think I know. Can I maybe talk to Die Hard in private?" the other boy asked.

Klaus was doubtful for a moment, but the kid seemed genuinely nice and kind, so he simply followed the class president to the opposite side of the patio.

"Were you born with those? Must've been hard for your mother to push you out with those things," he joked, pointing at the engine exhausts Iida had on his calves.

"The person you saw... It was All Might, right?" Midoriya asked quietly. He knew he shouldn't be talking about that, but it was the only possibility he could think of.

"Y-yeah."

"There's no need to worry, he suffered an injury five years ago and it damaged his organs severely," he tried to find the right words in English to express what he wanted to say. "He can only keep his muscular form for about three hours a day, but it's always very demanding for him, so that happens when he turns back. But he's fine, at least I think he is."

"That was horrible, I- I can't handle that, I have anxiety related to..." Vicky hated to say it, she hated to explain her fears, especially because they could be weaponized against her. Being a superhero, any villain could use that information against her and the Academy.

"I understand, the first time I saw it, I had a breakdown of my own," he laughed. "All Might is one of the nicest people I've ever met, he's truly a hero, he's amazing... And if I had to guess, I'd say he's feeling pretty guilty right now."

"I didn't mean to upset him, I just couldn't help it, it's a phobia I've had since I was 12. I don't think I can come back tomorrow for the combat practice and face him."

"Please don't take this the wrong way, I know you've been doing this for so many years and you are already a top superhero, I'm just a kid trying to become one, but... Being a hero isn't about doing what you have to do fearlessly, but doing it despite the fear."

"You're right," Vicky wiped her tears, finally taking a deep breath. "I probably overreacted, I should apologize, it's not his fault... I feel like shit, I made a man with a serious injury feel bad for being injured."

"I'm sure he'll understand, Die Hard, he will be happy to see you here tomorrow if you choose to come."

"What's your name?"

"Izuku Midoriya."

"I'll talk to someone and get you some extra credit," she was able to smile.

"No, you don't have to, really," he blushed furiously. "I didn't do this expecting anything in return! Just knowing you will come tomorrow and share your knowledge is enough."

"You are an awesome guy, you are also a true hero," she pulled him into a hug, which made him yelp with surprise. She almost always forgot it wasn't common for non-Brazilian people to hug everyone. "Thank you so much, Izuku."

"No problem," he covered his cheeks to keep her from seeing the redness. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, sure."

"When you first started using your quirk, how did your body react? Were there moments your body couldn't handle it?"

"No one's body was made to stand superhuman abilities, we need to take baby steps at first. When I was younger I wouldn't have been able to get shot with a machine gun, but today it just tickles."

"And how did you do it?"

"Practice, lots of it, and being mindful of my limits. Someone had to be when my dad wasn't..."

"Would you wanna have lunch with us?" Midoriya asked without thinking twice. Wanting to know more about how she managed to improve her quirk.

"Can I bring my brother?"

"Yeah, of course! I have a friend I want you to meet."

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"Are you sure you're feeling better, Liebchen?" Klaus asked as they headed to their table with their trays.

"So much better," Victoria assured. "Thank you for being there."

"Die Hard, this is my friend Ochaco Uraraka," Midoriya introduced.

"OH MY GOD! It's really you! You're sitting with us!" the bubbly girl from earlier exclaimed. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm a huge fan!"

"Thank you, you're so sweet," Vicky grinned, her happiness was contagious and it made her forget, at least momentarily, about the incident with All Might.

"Mademoiselle, I'm Ao-"

"Eijiro Kirishima," another boy sitting at the table introduced himself full of excitement, his face lighting up.

He was the one saying I was hot earlier, Vicky thought. Or maybe it wasn't about me, this school has lots of hot girls, I'm probably being stupid.

"Anyway," the last boy drawled. He reminded her of Klaus a little bit, with how flamboyant they both were, always trying to catch everyone's attention with their dramatic flourishes. "I'm Yuga Aoyama, enchanté! May I add that you both look so much better in person than in the comics..."

As she listened to the boy blabbing and Klaus joining in, matching his energy perfectly, she couldn't help but look around, unconsciously searching for Kaminari in the crowd, but that cafeteria was gigantic, it would be impossible to find him.

Instead, she ended up locking eyes with Bakugou, who was at the next table. Noticing he got caught, he averted his gaze, almost like he had been looking at her this whole time.

He was nice enough to stop what he was doing to ask if she was okay... But then again, he was incredibly rude and unnecessarily angry all the time, just then he seemed livid with being discovered. What she didn't know, is that he was even more upset seeing her being all friendly with Deku.

"What are you looking at, bakayarou?" Bakugou roared.

"You were the one looking at me!" Vicky gasped.

"No, I wasn't! Why would I look at you? Damn extras..."

"Hey! It's not very manly to talk to a girl like that!" Kirishima scolded.

Without even looking up from his plate, he just flipped his classmate off and went on about his day. He definitely wasn't looking. Right? Right.

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator @spanishmossmagnolia @a-ghoulish-tale @seanfalco

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lillithx · 2 years

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Boyfriend: Riol Forrest (Crystal Braves)

Lilith Lockhart - Realm Reborn - Hyur

Boyfriend: Riol from Crystal Braves -- "If she's got her eyes set on me, I'd say she has bad taste." / "But I'm not an idiot enough to let go; if you want to steal her away, think again. I was there when the whole world was against 'em scions-- there to hell and back. I'd go through it all again for her."

They know of each other though the Crystal Braves uprising

Lillith, in her time of uncertainty, was relieved to have him reach out to her about his suspicions at the time (of the crystal brave's corruption)— also a little uncomfortable because she wasn’t used to someone so handsome reaching out to her like a colleague.

(Thancred, also very attractive, treated her like a kid so that doesn’t count)

He really helped to shape her ideals moving forward; even if you were to believe the best of people, you needed to be ready for the worst.

Lillith didn’t get a chance to reconnect until they were unbranded criminals in the wake of Sultana’s safety

When she came back amidst heavensward, she ached for some familiarity.

She was never able to let go of how handsome Riol was so when she wandered in and he was there—

Part of his job was keeping the Rising Dawns afloat during HW so they could come back to a home. Maintenance, keeping an eye on things.

He had jokingly asked if she was uncomfortable, while Lillith retorted that she had already seen Thancred naked— thank you very much for that disaster and fiasco

They started comparing notes about the scions and keeping each other updated when Riol leaned in a little too close

Lillith couldn’t resist leaning in, and Riol definitely noticed — she could see it in the way he lingered and teased you for the evening— he even indulged you by giving you a childish kiss on the forehead for all your efforts.

Lillith snapped at him; if he was going to make fun of her, (and think of her like a petty child) she would leave. Riol didn’t realize you were so innocent and he actually felt a little bad so he gave her some space.

Lillith conveniently picked up a mission that evening and set off, not because she was embarrassed, oh no. Not embarrassed or petty at all.

Riol could see you were avoiding him. You took care at several meetings to never be near him and to treat him in a distanced and courteous manner. If you were truly as unaffected as you pretended to be, would you really avoid him?

It took awhile to re-establish ties with Thancred and get a linkpearl going on but he did— Thancred, that fucking bastard, gave him the location of WOL.

Did Riol mean to treat you like a child? No, he just wanted to test the waters. Because how could the WOL (Warrior of Light) be interested in someone like him? Surely, you had more people you’d meet and your feelings may just be a passing fancy.

He meant to apologize but seeing you with Ser Ayermic, Estinien, and Thancred - around three tall, handsome men had him lurking in the shadows.

The way you flippantly ignored their, ahem, charisma and handsomeness and the ease with which you brushed off annoying passersby had him realizing there was something more to your reactions to him than you let on.

Riol caught Thancred’s eyes when the fool decided to wink at him, jostling you to go and take a rest from your adventuring.

How to approach Lillith Lockhart? Riol figured you weren't easily impressed by a bouquet of roses and a confession.

Eh. Surprise was always his best forte-- that and he couldn't resist giving you a taste of your own medicine. He left you with a mysterious drink on the bar (your favorite) and the lingering (and electrifying) awareness that things were about to change.

He actually convinced Thancred to shove you in a (locked) room where he'd be waiting. Did not put it past the great Lillith Lockhart to run away-- she's faced epic primals but she's still very much yet to conquer feelings and apparently, confessions. It was very successful because they were a couple when Thancred let them out the next morning. He would've done it sooner but he definitely heard some "reciprocal" love going on.

Riol himself needs to learn a few things about jealousy; especially when he decides to surprise Lillith on missions and sees how many more friends (and enemies) she garners.

Riol and Lillith try to contact each other if they're going to be in the Rising Stones but they often miss each other. Minifilia's mom helps to pass the messages onto each other or updates on location/missions.

Riol is often away on covert missions with Thancred but Lillith trusts that Thancred would keep her apprised of any "updates".

Are they end-game? Who knows. Their relationship takes more work, more-so with Riol's penchant for undercover missions. He can't exactly make their relationship public and compromise his ability for stealth.

Nevertheless, he has made it adamantly clear to a few, selective figures that he is your boyfriend and his possessiveness of you clear.

#final fantasy 14 #wol #riol #lillith lockhart #ff14 roleplay #riol forrest

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nyisles · 4 years

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Magic in the Hamptons

Part Five

part one | part two | part three | part four

Player: Mathew Barzal

Words: 3k

Warnings: language

Notes: long long long long overdue, but i’m too critical of my writing which makes it so hard to write something i feel is good enough for y’all.. But please leave feedback. It makes writing all this feel worth it! also it’s hard to write angst???

As soon as your foot was set through the door of your apartment you peeled off the islanders t-shirt. It just made you feel dirty and used. You really wanted to be ok with this and not be upset, maybe you were overthinking your relationship/ friendship/ whatever-ship this was with Mat? Though replaying past events in your mind, you didn’t understand how he could’ve possibly thought inviting his ex-girlfriend to the game was a good idea and it did really seem like the two of you were going to be exclusive, it seemed like he was spending all his free time with you. You both were in contact every single day, how could he have possibly had time to do this to you? It honestly didn’t matter anymore. Changing into sweats, you washed your face trying to get rid of the redness from all the tears you’d let out on the ride home. You just needed to cool down and process things. Flicking on netflix, you settled on watching some John Mulaney special, you were on the market for a pick me up that actually made you laugh out loud.

Maybe ten minutes into the special you heard your apartment door buzz, you weren’t expecting any company and it was already past midnight and you didn’t order any take out. Going up to your buzzer, you pressed the ‘talk’ button. “Hello?” you questioned, pressing the listen button to hear the mystery guest had to say. “I just want to talk.” Your heart dropped into your stomach hearing the male voice. “So talk.” You said to Mat. There weren’t any voices he could’ve been confused with. You just wanted to know why he was here and not with Whitney, or more importantly at his own apartment. “Face to face, (Y/N).”

Letting out a sigh, you had no idea why, but you pressed the unlock button letting him into your building. Realizing you had a minute or two to yourself before he was able to climb up the stairs in your walk-up, you headed into the kitchen taking out a wine glass and filling it up to the brim. Taking a huge gulp before the knock on the door interrupted you. Behind the door was Mat looking awfully disheveled. His gameday suit was now missing the blazer, and what was formerly a crisp white button down was now a wrinkly wine stained mess. At least you both were on the same page about having a tall glass of wine before you spoke. “So can I come in or are you going to make me stand here?” He said plainly. No smile, no anger in his voice either, his eyes did look tired, but to be fair the boy had just played a professional hockey game. He seemed completely indifferent to the situation. No words exited your mouth, you just stepped to the side opening the door a bit wider so he could make his way into your apartment. Normally he makes himself comfortable on the couch in your living room but he just paced around a little unsure of where to go. Looking at your kitchen counter he let out an uncomfortable laugh seeing the wine, “Looks like we both had the same idea...” he trailed off scratching the back of his neck.

“Cut the bullshit.” was the first thing that came out of your mouth. It was so honest that it almost took you by surprise. If Mat being here brought anything good into your life, at least it was a little bit of a backbone. “What are you doing here? You don’t understand what ‘leave me alone’ means?” You said moving into the kitchen, leaving him to follow behind you.

Looking back you saw his jaw clench, “If I recall your text it was ‘don’t contact me’ which can be interpreted a little differently.” Mat said starting to get a bit angrier in his tone, probably because of the way you were acting, but he deserved it. He really made you look stupid in front of a large group of people you were still getting to know, most of your interactions were while you were intoxicated. Mat had to realize you were in a vulnerable state, he had brought you into his world, and then he did that. “And by the way, have you ever thought about how you embarrassed me?” You were mid-sip of your wine when you choked a little bit, not believing one word of what he was saying. You embarrassing him? All it took was that one little sentence to completely get you in your head. You understood you didn’t quite fit the bill of what a WAG looked like or acted like or how they always came through to games in head to toe designer. Or maybe you embarrassed him in the way you were acting - as if the two of you were a couple? You were unsure, but it quickly made your eyes burn, feeling another round of tears just ready to go. “If you felt that way you should’ve just let me stay home.”

“If I had known that you would just walk out on me, I probably would’ve.” it’s when he said that the tears started to roll down your face. His face didn’t even show any sort of remorse when he recognized what he said struck a nerve. This wasn’t the Mat you knew. That Mat you’d grown to like so much was much softer, he’d make you laugh at any opportunity and contrary to what he’d let his friends know, he was sensitive. You’d seen him tear up during the episode of the office when Jim and Pam got married. “So you’ve come over here to make me feel worse?” You said quietly not feeling as strong as you had in the beginning of the conversation. “You can leave now, you win. You’ve made me cry… a second time in 24 hours, okay?”

“I just want to have one honest conversation with you.” Mat said, grabbing the wine glass of your hand and putting it down on the counter looking directly into your eyes. It was the first time his hazel eyes had pierced your soul in a way that made you uncomfortable. This was the first time his gaze made you feel like you weren’t in your own home, but some strange alternate universe. “I’m fucking mad, you know why? I invited this girl, who I thought was cool to come hang out with my friends and I on an important night for me to then make me look like a fucking criminal after.”

You let out this startled laugh, “Which girl are you referring to? Me or your ex? Because I don’t remember thinking that I was going to be part of some bachelor episode fighting for your attention. Stupidly enough, I thought things between us were going to turn into something.”

“Yeah, well you sure as hell fooled me too.” Mat spat out.

“You realize how fucked up in the head you are for inviting two girls to the game, don’t you?” you said, raising your voice, wiping away some of the tears, now letting your sadness turn into anger. You were flopping back and forth between emotions and it was exhausting. “Am I some sort of joke to you? Just a friend who you kiss when your girlfriend is out of town.”

“Fuck this, I’m going home. Keep feeling bad for yourself, (Y/N). It’s pathetic.” was all that Mat could say as he looked around at everything in your kitchen except for you. “You won’t even let me talk” He said while you let out another laugh, this time exaggerated and loud and full of disdain, you picked up your wine glass taking another large sip, finishing off whatever was left in the glass. “You should be with the girl you flew in from out of town, Matty. She was so thrilled you left her ticket that I’m surprised she let you get away.” you said, doing your best to imitate her voice when you said his name, it still rang so clearly in your head. You could only imagine Whitney being in the passenger seat of his car right now, waiting for this conversation to be over so the two of them could go out on some fancy date at a fancy restaurant where he’d take someone who wasn’t so embarrassing. Maybe that’s why most of your dates had just been at each other's apartments.

“If you really think that I did that to you then you’re right. I have no purpose in coming here. You don’t know me at all.” Mat said, he made his way back to the front door of your apartment seeing his clothes in a messy pile. You could see him roll his eyes giving them a kick further in the corner, “You should wash them before finding a way to give them back to me.” and with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

- - -

You hadn’t spoken to Mat for a week, and in hockey season that might as well have counted for a whole month between the home games, away games and travel time. To be fair you hadn’t planned on speaking to him anytime soon, you did though have your friends keep tabs on Whitney, who they reported was on a flight home the morning after the game. What you did know was that the Isles had been on a bit of a losing streak, and it didn’t even bring you the joy you thought it might knowing Mat would be pissed off. You did get a sweet text from Grace inviting you out to lunch though you politely declined saying you were feeling a bit overwhelmed from a busy work week. What you didn’t expect was another buzz at your apartment door. “It’s Meg…” “And Grace.” “And Syd.” You heard the three separate voices, which honestly made you a little bit uncomfortable. You could pretend you weren’t home, or you could tell them you were feeling sick, but both options just felt wrong to a group of girls who’d done nothing but try to make you feel welcome into their group. It was practically an obligation not to leave three pregnant women standing in the chilly october air, so you buzzed them in.

“We come with gifts” Megan said when you popped your door open seeing them with brown take away bags from your favorite sushi place. It was all so odd to you knowing that these girls had taken you in a little too prematurely, because surely you were finished with Mat. He had made that very clear the night he left your apartment. He didn’t want much to do with you, and there wasn’t much you wanted to do with him. He’d played you since you’d first met him at Sydney’s wedding. The first strike was him not texting you for weeks, the second being the time Tito interrupted your date to talk about Whitney, the third being the home opener. You had no more chances left to give. Weren’t the early stages of talking to someone supposed to be fun and easy? You’d had the same amount of fun times and dates as fights which was ridiculous. You weren’t made to be some athlete’s girlfriend and Mat had kindly reminded you that during your fight when he called you embarrassing. When you recounted the events to your friends you left that part out, you didn’t want to even bring it up, it just hurt too much. There were a lot of slight digs that you didn’t want to bring up because they hit differently.

“If i’d known you girls were going to force lunch upon me I would’ve met you at the restaurant instead of making you all walk up four flights of steps.” speaking softly you invited them in to put the bags down on the coffee table in the living room figuring you all could eat there. “Well we have a lot of catching up to do, so this works.” Sydney said bringing in more bags of food, placing them on the table, as Grace held up a bouquet of flowers. “From Mat” she said softly. You gulped, taking them from her, putting them on a side table plucking out the note. “I guess we all have a lot of catching up to do.” you muttered opening up the card beginning to read it aloud. “These don’t even cover half of how sorry I am. I’m -” you stopped reading aloud and silently instead.

‘These don’t even cover half of how sorry I am. I wasn’t honest with you and I'm miserable thinking of everything I said. I wish I could re-do that conversation at your apartment. Sounds stupid, but it’s even stupider making some florist write out this card. Please call me. - MB.’

“He’s right, he really is miserable.” Meg said, as you looked up at her, Grace shot her a glare. “Megan… we didn’t read the card.” You couldn’t help but to smile, it felt better having them here as opposed to your other girlfriends. Your girlfriends didn’t quite get it, and they didn’t know Mat. They didn’t understand how in such a short time you had become so connected to Mat and how that was ripped away from you in minutes and a fight that was so meaningless and led to no real resolution.

“Well the flowers are lovely, but I don’t think I want to call anyone.”

“Just think about it. We can all agree Mat wasn’t himself, it’s fucked.” Grace said, “Now let’s just eat, I’m tired from all those steps. I gotta refuel.” The girls managed to spend the rest of the lunch not pestering you so much, just discussing upcoming halloween plans, babies, and how to get you to go to lunch with them more often. It was refreshing and honestly quite nice.

- - -

It's been another week, and another month in hockey time. Ever since the girls had come to your apartment with their ulterior motives of getting you to talk to Mat, he had stepped his game up. The poor boy had tried to call your cell phone at least five times within the past two days. He managed to sprinkle in some creative ‘miss you’ texts without being so blatantly obvious. Didn’t matter though, as fate would have it you’d find him in a place you least expected it. Right in the middle of a grocery store, with Tito. The two of them laughing in the baking aisle as you watched Tito try to decide between two different boxes of cake mix. You wanted to turn around and run. Leave the cart full of groceries but you’d accidentally bumped into someone else’s cart trying to make the u-turn out of the aisle. “Shit” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact even though you felt their gaze burning into the side of your face. Hearing footsteps behind you and his voice calling out your name you politely turned around. You needed more self restraint. You watched him pick up his pace stepping in front of your cart, gripping onto it so you couldn’t roll it away. “I’ve been calling you. Texting too...”

“I don’t really have much to say.” speaking softly staring down at his beat up stan smiths that used to sit at your front entrance because he insisted that his mom raised him properly and he wouldn’t track his mud around your apartment. Slowly raising your gaze you noticed how different he looked since the last time you’d spoken. He just looked exhausted, the dark circles around his eyes a little bit more prominent. You’d recognized that the team was moving into a more game heavy part of their schedule so you tried to excuse it as that, and not the fact he was sending you late night texts trying to fix something that seemed too broken to repair. “I just… don’t have anything to say to someone that thinks so poorly of me.”

“(Y/N)” he said, taking in a deep breath, you couldn’t tell where he was going with this, and you knew he didn’t even know where he was going to go with this. He’d already groveled through the card and voicemails. “You know that’s not true at all. I have no problem making a scene in this store if it gets you to let me talk to you for just ten minutes to explain.”

“You might embarrass me in the way I embarrassed you.” was all you could say. God, his insults still stung and bringing them up again as you stood in front of him only made your eyes start to well up again. Embarrassing and feeling sorry for yourself, just as he had originally thought. Moving closer to you, he placed his hand gently on your upper arm that was still holding onto the cart. You wanted so badly to pull away, but he felt comforting. Normally with other guys you never had such trouble blowing them off, but everything about being with Mat felt different and maybe that’s why it hurt so much to be betrayed by him. “I think… no, I know my worst trait is speaking out of my ass. Now when can we talk, maybe privately? You deserve a hell of a lot more answers than I was able to give you before.”

You shook your head looking anywhere other than his eyes that were dead set on you. Biting your lip you just shrugged, “Your place? I do have some shirts to return.” He nodded finally getting what he wanted. Pulling you close by the arm he was holding onto he kissed the top of your head. It wasn’t meant to be flirty, just something he’d done to try and comfort you. You were bothered by how the affection didn’t bother you, it didn’t make you feel any better about your situation, but you also didn’t want to claw his eyes out. “I’m leaving for some away games tomorrow, but I’ll text you later, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be around.”

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal imagine #new york islanders #new york islanders imagine #hockey oneshot #hockey imainge #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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The Cage

Somewhere just outside the Mexico Border

It is a rusty metal warehouse in the desert in front of which is a vast gravel parking lot filled with trucks left running with the high beams on. Kingpins as well as landowners wearing button down shirts and jeans file past burly looking men in muscle shirts, flashing their credentials. A short man had his arm around the waist of a model as he flashed his. “She’s with me.” He said of the model who kissed him on his balding head.

There is no visible security. This area is an agreed neutral zone, a privileged spot where the turf wars and smuggling routes could be forgotten in favor of sport and fun, and yet was not a haven where these criminal masterminds would ever admit existed to their families. It was protected by both a silent agreement of non-violence, and the fact that it was every low level drug dealer’s dream to be here.

The Warehouse is a fighting arena that only opens once a year and sends out invitations to its exclusive clientele. Even these Kingpins saved up money to come and bet on the fighters here and there was no limit to their wagers. It was not unheard of for millions and even a billion to be lost in a single match. Land was negotiated here. Trade routes were negotiated here. The existence of entire gangs were negotiated here. War and peace between violent factions were negotiated here.

People in the small border towns had a feeling that the government and the police weren’t really what changed the situation on their street. But they could never guess that what did change things was the winner of a match in an arena in the middle of nowhere.

As for the fighters themselves, no one knew where they came from. They had names like Cobra, Diablo, Demonio, and La Muerte. Their identities were a mystery. But their appearances seemed to suggest that they came from all over the world. Those who had the privilege of coming here, would whisper about these fights, saying that the fighters seemed like animals, something beyond human, or like monsters. They would compare them to famous action heroes like ‘The Hulk’ or ‘Superman.’ While it was true that regular MMA fighters could do amazing things, they were limited by their humanity.

These fighters… they didn’t stop fighting, even if they were gasping out their last breath.

Francisco Pererra had somehow stumbled on one of those fighters. He was just appointed as head of a cartel in Aguascalientes and had come upon a small fortune in the form of a free and open water route up through Corpus Christi. It wasn’t just the route, but also his method, using a combination of decoy boats and submarines to constantly distract the meager Coast Guard and keep them away from the actual cargo -- fentanyl and cocaine. He’d gotten rich very quickly, but before he spent on anything else, he wanted to spend on this gambling ring. This was his debut on the world stage.

When he was approached by a young man in his private residence, introducing himself as a fighter, he thought it was too good to be true. The owners of those who fought were the upper of the upper class. He was doing well as a startup Surely, this man wanted something.

“I just need entry into the Arena. The rest does not concern you and it's best you not get involved any further.” The young man opened three large briefcases. “This should be more than enough to cover the entry fee, plus compensation for your cooperation.” The young man was stiff but polite and spoke fluent Spanish with an American accent.

“Is this a bust? I won’t be responsible for it…” He shook his head. “I won’t live very long if I am responsible for something like that.”

“I have nothing to do with any government or law enforcement.”

Francisco Pererra did not believe him. He smiled and said, “Oh of course and of course.”

As the young man was leaving, Francisco pointed a pistol at the back of his head. Before he could pull the trigger however, the gun glowed red hot and exploded in his hand, taking off two of his fingers. When the young man looked back at him, his eyes were glowing gold.

He calmly helped Francisco collect his severed fingers and put them in ice and drove him to the nearest hospital for reattachment surgery. When the nurses asked what happened, Franciso just said he had an accident with a firework.

That young man was no law enforcer. He was a true Demon Fighter.

Now Francisco Perrera came in, not from the front, but from the back. Wheeled horse trailers backed into a garage door and ramps were brought to them as they opened. Wheeled cages meant to house zoo animals rolled down the ramps and attached to a four-wheeler. Each cage was covered with a double layer of black fabric. Francisco’s champion was in one of those cages, but once they were in the arena, there could be no further contact between the sponsor and the fighter.

Francisco presented his entry fee in the suitcases on a cheap white plastic fold out table. Large men with assault rifles stepped forward and took the suitcases while Francisco waited. They were counting the money. He cleared his throat of dust and stood there, watching as one especially huge cage was rolled off the trailer. It was so heavy that it bent the ramp.

“Perrera!”

Francisco turned around, his heart rate jumping.

“Your entry fee is sufficient.”

Feeling validated, Francisco straightened his tie and tipped his cowboy hat and made his way to the VIP stands through a white door in the sheathing wall. The whole area smelled of alcohol and smoke. A group of big shots looked up from their game of cards. He gave them a proud greeting. “Good evening, I’m…”

They all turned their backs on him and continued their game. He let out a breath. Of course, they wouldn’t humor his attention. He was a newcomer after all. But maybe, with this fighter, he might actually get on their radar. Securing a treaty with a larger cartel had its risks and benefits, much like gambling but if you hit the jackpot you were set for life.

He sat down in a cracking folding chair. The arena was huge. Built for rodeos, it was temporarily reconfigured to house what could only be described as a gladiatorial contest. Bullet proof glass protected him from the rest of the lower level seats. And a double layer fence that stretched all the way to the roof protected the rest of the guests from the contestants themselves.

“Welcome Mr. Perrera.” A sweet young female voice greeted him and lowered a shot glass with a bottle of black label tequila in front of him. She was dressed in a tight red shiny vinyl dress. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders, looking quietly seductive. “Good luck on your first entrant.”

“Because you are a newcomer, you should be lower on the ranks, however, many in the crowd have thrown welcome money in the pot in your support.”

“Oh really?” Francisco had good instincts and didn’t rush to sip on the tequila. “Sit and drink with me. Tell me more about this.”

She obliged and he took his glass and poured a cup for her and handed it to her. She gave a knowing chuckle. “You really are new. All the death and violence is restricted to the Cage. But if you’re still nervous…” She tossed back the tequila and then slid the cup back to him.

“One can never be too careful. If I disappear it's not a big thing, no matter where I am.”

“It’s rare to get a new fighter and a newcomer. People are betting on you because they’re excited and want to encourage more fresh blood. No one wants to see the same fighters every year from the same people they’ve known for years. What’s more… the name of your fighter… they like it.” Her lips turned up. “Caimán!”

“I had heard these fighters had the look of a devil, but I found out this was… something more grounded than I realized. The first thing I thought when I looked at him was ‘Caimán!’ He looks at me like an alligator! He’s not some boogeyman. He looked like he could actually eat me.”

She didn’t leave his side as the PA system announced that the matches were going to begin. She slid a paper roster to him. “This is the line up.”

Caimán was going to be up against ‘Gigante’ in the first match! For the first time, Francisco felt upset to be here. How could they put a newbie up in the first match in an elimination contest and give him a chance to win? Even in the case of a champion, such fights were exhausting. He would have to defeat everyone of the beasts in the ring to have a shot at winning.

He stilled his expression and looked over the arena. Well, of course he wouldn’t have a chance at winning. The truth is, he shouldn’t be here at all. He was here on a stroke of luck. Winning was not in the cards for him. He should just enjoy his time and make the most of his good fortune. It was a shame this young man had to sacrifice his life. Despite his crocodile look, he had kindly expressed regret about the gun blowing up in his hand. He’d personally and quickly driven him to the hospital and then paid the bill. He even left him a wound care spreadsheet after the nurses forgot. It wasn’t the behavior of a tough as nails fighter or an alligator. More like a neglectful son come home to bother his father again. Much like he was once, years ago. Perhaps why he had taken a liking to him so quickly?

A roar interrupted his reverie. A roll up metal garage door clattered open and a giant of a man nearly eight feet tall of pure muscle, painted near black with tattoos, ran out, howling like a vicious animal. The crowd screamed and banged on the lids of garbage cans. The noise was deafening. The man clapped his hands over his ears and rushed the chains. Bright sparks like the sun snapped and popped.

The Cage was electrified!

Francisco reflexively crossed himself as the man didn’t react at all to the electrical current. When he let go of the fence, his hands were smoking. He rushed to the other side to menace the other spectators. Francisco saw it. The golden eyes!

Gigante suddenly stopped and turned. Another metal cage door was opening. Francisco could scarcely contain his grin! He pulled a napkin from his shirt and wiped his sweaty face.

Caimán was acting true to his name. He was slight in figure, hilariously shorter than Gigante. Despite the heat and humidity in the air and the dusty dirty surroundings, he wore a black Burburry trench coat that reached near the floor. In his hand was a long sword that shined with a blue tinged light even though it wasn’t dark inside the arena. Weapons were allowed in the arena so long as they weren’t heavy firearms. Especially given the size difference of these contestants, having a bit of an equalizer was viewed as permissible. He took two steps into the arena with the air of a mother who had caught her children doing something naughty.

Gigante and Caimán faced each other. Gigante was panting, his mouth running with drool, his eyes bloodshot. He looked rabid, but didn’t rush towards his much smaller opponent and rip him in two. The crowd murmured with the suspense of the wait. Francisco felt the hairs rise on his back. He didn’t know why he got this feeling, but the thought came into his head that Gigante was being suppressed, that the whole crowd was being suppressed! It was like a pall had been cast over the entire crowd. Everyone was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, weighted down by a strange fear they didn’t understand.

Caimán walked around the edge of the Cage taking the longest route to his opponent, strolling with a slow, measured gait. He took his time, looking Gigante up and down.

“What is going on?” The woman next to him was shocked. “Gigante never acts like this.”

Her kind welcoming demeanor had vanished, she now glared at Francisco fiercely.

Francisco sipped his tequila. “Ah… so Gigante is yours. No wonder you wanted to talk to me!”

She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. Had this been any other place, she would have drawn a pistol and shot him in his smugly smiling face. Her nervousness grew as Caimán approached a still and silent Gigante. “Where did you find him?”

Francisco was silent. His intent was to use this opportunity to gain advantage for his business. The fighter had his own agenda beyond him and he shouldn’t be involved any further. This young man had walked into a room full of the highest ranking cartel members and had taken ownership of the entire space.

Gigante chuckled. “So… you’re finally here to put us out of our misery?”

Caimán didn’t answer for a long time. The crowd was getting restless in the silence, but that terrifying aura prevented anyone from speaking. “It’s my intent to free you.”

“Free? No one ever… gets free.”

When Gigante raised himself to his full height, Caimán raised his blade and that aura became more intense. He pointed it at him, like a knight facing off against an ogre. “Don’t.”

Gigante leaned back a bit as though struck by a strong wind.

“How are they controlling you? Answer.”

Gigante looked at Caimán, his eyes suddenly stopped glowing. “Get out… Get out while you c-”

A tattoo that hadn’t appeared before suddenly flashed red in the shape of an eye, right on his forehead, and the glow of his eyes lit up again. All humanity in those eyes froze, his pupils dilated wide until they became black save an eclipse ring of gold. Caimán for the first time in the match showed a touch of emotion, his eyes widening slightly as his Aura suddenly collapsed.

Gigante took a strong leap and closed the distance between them. Caimán reacted with a powerful thrust that slid the metal blade between the bones of the giant’s large knee. That leg was rendered useless in an instant but Gigante did not so much as flinch or cry out in pain. His arm whipped around and seized Caiman around the throat. That blade flashed again, neatly severing the hand. He didn’t have a choice. If he had waited more than that instant his windpipe would have been crushed. He rolled and staggered away from Gigante’s remaining fist. It slammed into the ground with skull-crushing force.

The crowd regained its former noise, cheering “Gigante! Gigante!”

At his tiny size and miniature build, one would think that they would have cheered Caimán as the underdog, but Caimán had walked in like a tyrant, barking orders like he owned the place. He’d humiliated not only Gigante but also all the spectators who were all predators in their own right and had been forced into silence by this newcomer. The sight of him fleeing Gigante was galvanizing. They wanted Gigante to smash this newcomer into a pulp!

Gigante was faster than a man his size should have been, it was like an ancient giant wolf, running his opponent down and forcing him to retreat or die. Even though he was running with blood, lame in one leg an missing a hand, he grinned and licked his lips in an intense desire to kill. Caimán however danced around every attack, not returning a blow if he didn’t have to.

Francisco was confused. Why didn’t Caimán go in for the kill? He had more fights after this. Why waste so much energy running his opponent around the ring? His female companion was only annoyed with Gigante. “Hit him! Hit him you bastard!”

He then noticed her ring. It was red and glowing.

The eye appeared on Gigante’s head again and the man suddenly screeched in a high voice. Caimán closed the distance and split the skin of the man’s forehead right through the middle.

The man’s eyes suddenly rolled back and he sank to his one knee. He went from a massive intimidating fighter to a hunk of empty flesh in an instant. Caimán who was still anticipating another motion suddenly lowered his sword and rushed forward, putting his fingers on the man’s neck. But there was no need to check his pulse. Gigante was dead.

The woman banged her fist on the table and stood up. “Spy! He’s a spy!”

Guns were suddenly pointed at Francisco. “Why are you saying this? You’re just angry that you lost! Put those guns away, this place is a place of non-violence!”

Her eyes turned cold. “You have no idea. You don't know anything.”

“He’s right.” Another voice came from the table to his right. An old man in a suit sat one leg crossed over the other, his white hair long down his back, his dark eyes like empty holes in his face. “Put the guns away. No need.”

The guns were put away and hackles lowered.

Caimán stepped away as a worker arrived with a forklift to carry Gigante’s body away.

“Perrera. I will buy this fighter from you. Name your price.” The old man said.

Francisco didn’t know what to say. The truth is the fighter didn’t belong to him, it was the other way around. The fighter had bought him with the intent to enter the fight for his own agenda.

“My price? You know I have a route, sir. I would like your protection on that route. Your protection of my assets. I am a small operation. Even with a lot of money, I can’t buy what you already have.”

“You are a very smart man! That humility has brought you here. Then… Welcome to the club, Pererra.” The old man raised his hand and again, he was wearing one of those rings, just like the woman. He waved his hand twice and Caimán’s reaction was instant. He clutched his head and fell on his knees.

“Oh… he is a strong one.” The old man continued to wave and stood up, walking up to the bullet proof glass. “He will make excellent food for my Tigre.”

Caimán turned his head, his golden eyes blazing, he started to speak, snarling like an animal. That voice generated dark waves of black heat that ignited the sawdust. The heat was enough to melt the chain links on the Cage. The heat was so intense that the spectators started screaming and fleeing. Even at this distance, all the people in the VIP area started backing away.

The saw dust arena had turned into a pit of flames but Caiman was kneeling in all of it. Clutching his head.

Francisco had no choice. He turned and ran from the arena, leaving him behind.

#Dragon Raja

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 3 years

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Commie, can you do a fic of the BN thieves + any other thieves from Super Sentai/Kamen Rider?

Absolutely I can! And since you haven’t given me a specific prompt, let’s say that

U is for unknown

Balance isn’t, like, a suspicious guy. In fact, he’d generally describe himself as friendly. He likes people! They like him, too! Good feelings all around. But when he spots a flicker of a red tailcoat that definitely shouldn’t be in one of the back corridors of this weird little vault satellite, he maybe gets a little worried.

So he says, “Hey, love cobra.”

“Please don’t call me that in public, Balance.”

“Who’s in public? Just you, me, and twenty dead security cameras, baby. Anyway, you love it.”

Naaga stares fixedly into space for a moment, which is pretty nice, since that blue blush of his is so cute. “Notwithstanding my enjoyment of your pet names, they are not appropriate in public.”

Balance sighs theatrically. “Whatever you say, baby. Did you also see a LupinRanger just now or do I need to re-calibrate?”

“I have not seen the LupinRangers recently.”

“Well, that’s worrying, not gonna lie.”

“But my eyesight is not as acute as yours.” Naaga’s tongue flickers out for a moment. “I can smell them, though.”

“Oh. Good, no re-calibrating on the menu for the evening. Still worried, though! You think this thing Lucky needs is one of their whatsits?”

“I strongly doubt it, given that they are not from this universe.” Naaga scents the air again. “They are this way.”

They catch up with the Lupins after two corridors, and the first thing that happens is that Umika sees them, makes a happy noise, and bounds over to kiss Naaga on the cheek. Then she does the same to Balance, interrupting him in the middle of, “Hey, hey, don’t go kissing on a guy’s--oh. Hey, fancy meeting you guys here! Wait, isn’t he a cop?”

Umika frowns. “Isn’t who a--wait, you mean Noël? No. I mean. Kind of? He’s with us, it’s fine.”

“You’d better not be here after a Lupin Collection piece, though.” Kairi’s hanging back, although he doesn’t look unhappy to see them. “We’ve got dibs.”

Naaga’s nictitating membranes flicker shut for a moment over his eyes. “I am certain that we’re looking for different things, the Lupin Collection is not native to this universe.” He flashes them a brief, awkward smile. “Also, hello.”

Tooma nods. Noël Not-A-Cop waves, smiling, and says, “Bonjour, mes amis, I was sort of hoping we’d get to see you again. How have you been? How’s your handsome friend?” He’s also the one who starts walking again, and since it’s also in the direction that Balance and Naaga are going in, it seems reasonable to walk along with him.

Naaga nods in his direction. “We’ve been well. You will have to be more specific.”

“Yeah, all of our friends are pretty cute.” Balance skips out in front of the group and walks backwards facing them, relying on his sensors to keep him from tripping. “You gotta say which one you mean.”

Noël looks amused. “Fair enough. The very tall one, with the red coat and the dramatic attitude.”

“Tsurugi! He’s doing ok, I’ll tell him you asked about him.”

“Please do.” Noël looks past Balance’s shoulder. “Ah, good, I think this is the storeroom we were looking for, we’ll bid you adieu here.”

Balance glances at the door, but Naaga beats him to saying, “This is also the storeroom we’re looking for.”

“Ah,” Tooma mutters. “That’s reassuring.”

“Isn’t it?” Balance flashes him a thumbs-up, which will either make him feel extra reassured or weirded out, and either option works under the circumstances. “Let’s go in together! Like a team! Good times.”

They open the door and crowd through it all together.

The storeroom is entirely bare of anything interesting to steal, let alone Lucky’s whatsit or the Lupin things. Not that it’s a boring room, though, because there are already people in it, and it only takes a second for Balance to take in two of them and say, “Hey, baby, isn’t that Stinger’s pirate buddy and his girlfriend? The scary girlfriend, not the princess one.”

Naaga nods, as on Balance’s other said Kairi visibly brightens up and says, “Hey, Marvelous, what are you doing he--you again.”

Because Stinger’s pirate buddy and his scary girlfriend are having sort of a staring contest with a third human, who’s got bleached hair and a white jacket and a big blue gun. He glances at Kairi and says, “Oh good, it’s the brat. I hope you brought--there you are, Nicky, nice to see you.”

And Noël says, pleasantly, “Bonjour, Dion, fancy meeting you here.”

“This has gotten overly complicated,” Naaga and Tooma say simultaneously, to Balance’s delighted cry of, “Jinx! So who’s this guy?”

“Daiki! Hi!” Umika bumps Naaga with her shoulder. “Naaga, Balance, this is Kaitou Daiki, he’s also a thief, he’s sort of Noël’s ex? And he’s a, a something, a Kamen Rider! That’s it!”

“No shit?” Balance flickers his eyes, just for dramatic effect. “We met a couple of those once. Nice guys. One of them had a suit with hair on it, fun look.”

Daiki nods to them, still watching Captain Marvelous out of the corner of his eye. “There are a few of us around. Anyway, evening, Nicky, Nicky’s friends, I’m assuming these two are also Sentai?”

Naaga nods shortly. “We are Kyuurangers.”

“Yeah, I thought so, you guys have that look.” Daiki glances around. “So, anyone happen to know why we’re all here? I’m supposed to be able to find an interesting treasure here, a Dark Mirror, I was going to give it to Tsukasa as a present, but I’m really not seeing anything. Starting to think I might have been misled.”

Tooma huffs. “We may have all been misled, I don’t see a Lupin Collection piece here.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Balance scans the room. “Definitely nothing in here like the whatsit Lucky wanted us to get, the, uh, baby, help me out here.”

Naaga pats him on the shoulder. “The Heracles Cape.”

“That’s the one, yeah.”

“So we’ve all been tricked.” Daiki eyes Marvelous and Luka. “Marvelous, I hope you know that if you’re the reason I’m here, I’m going to punch you.”

Captain Marvelous shrugs. “I’m not exactly happy to see you either, Kaitou. No, I’m not why you’re here, I’m just along for the ride with Luka so she doesn’t get kidnapped by evil armor again.”

Luka huffs. “Shut up, Marvelous, that was one time. I was promised a ruby the size of my fist.”

Balance bounces on the ends of his feet, just to make his earrings swing a little and get everyone’s attention. “So who got us all here, then? That’s the big fun question of the moment.”

And a quiet voice says, “I’d be happy to answer that for you.”

Everyone jumps and turns towards the back corner of the room, where there’s yet another person waiting. She’s wearing a black dress and boots with lots of pink details and pink gloves, and her hair is bright pink too. Balance is pretty sure it’s a wig, but he’s not positive, he’s not great on hominid hair.

Luka squints at her and then turns to Marvelous. “The Go-Busters didn’t have a Pink.”

“I didn’t think they did--” Marvelous pulls out his cell phone changer thing, taps a button, and says, “Gai, did the Go-Busters have a Pink?”

There’s a faint crackle from the phone, and then a voice Balance vaguely recognizes says, “Not really? There was someone who called herself Pink Buster, but she was a civilian criminal. Basically a cosplayer." A pause. "Why? Who's dressing as Pink Buster?”

“We’ll get back to you on that. Thanks, Gai.” Marvelous hangs up the call, but doesn’t put the phone away. “Who the hell are you, and why are you dressing up as a fake Sentai?”

Naaga says, slowly, “We don’t appreciate being tricked.”

Kairi and Daiki say, much more succinctly, “What the fuck?” and then glare at each other.

Not-Actually-Pink-Buster nods. “That’s understandable. I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you all here. I require your assistance in a matter of some...” a dramatic pause, which Balance appreciates, before, “delicacy.”

And--it clicks. Balance nearly shoots off the ground in delight, and then throws up his hands in a wide enough gesture that it gets everyone looking at him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You called a bunch of thieves together--”

“I’m not a thief,” Marvelous says, sounding irritated. “Luka’s a thief. I’m a pirate.”

Tooma looks unimpressed. “The difference being?”

“Thieves sneak and snatch. Pirates smash and grab. Totally different approach.”

Daiki rolls his eyes.

Balance senses that he’s rapidly losing control of the moment, so as soon as he can he barrels on ahead. “You called a bunch of thieves and pirates together under mysterious circumstances in a weird place and you’re showing up wearing a disguise. And saying things like, ‘I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you all here.’“

“She said exactly that.”

“I know, baby, I’m being dramatic.”

“Ah. Carry on, please, I enjoy your dramatics.”

“Thanks, love you too, anyway! Did you pull us all here for a job? Is it a heist? Are you trying to get us to team up to do a heist?”

Pink Lady opens her mouth--

--but Balance is now fizzing with so much energy that his earrings are jangling. “Because I am here for it, pink lady, I’ve always wanted to do a heist! Are we robbing a bank? Wait, no, not sexy enough, please tell me it’s a casino.”

Everyone’s staring at him. It feels fantastic. Pink Lady gapes at him and then says, slowly, “It’s. Ah. A museum, actually.”

He punches the air. “Hot damn! Lady, I could kiss you. I mean, I’m not gonna, I don’t have lips and I’m pretty big on monogamy, but if it wasn’t for that then I could. A heist!"

Naaga nods and says, "I am also enthusiastic to participate."

He even sounds enthusiastic. Balance isn't sure he's ever felt so loved. "The BN Thieves are gonna do a heist!”

He and Naaga do the pose. Umika, Noël, and Daiki all clap politely. It’s amazing. It’s the best day of his life.

Kairi also looks pretty thrilled, but then he gestures to Daiki and says, “A heist sounds great, but I’m not working with that guy.”

Daiki sighs. “I’m not thrilled about the idea of working with you either, brat. Flattered to be asked, though,” to Pink Lady.`

“Oh, come on, guys, a heist! A museum heist! It doesn’t get any cooler than this!”

Tooma’s raising his eyebrows high enough that they’re actually visible over his mask. “You’re very excited about this.”

“Balance has wanted to participate in a heist since he was fifty years old.” Naaga looks pleased.

He’s so cute. Balance is going to die of joy. “I’m gonna marry that reptile,” he says to Umika, who pats him on the shoulder as Naaga turns bright blue. “Anyway, come on, you guys can put aside your weird human differences for the crime of the millennium, can’t you?”

#naaga rei #kyuuranger balance #yano kairi #hayami umika #yoimachi tooma #takao noel #kaitou daiki #captain marvelous #luka millfy #fanfiction #anonamouse

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syrupa · 3 years

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Hello, may I request a romantic matchup please?

My pronouns are he/him ,5’9, INFP-T, hufflepuff, my zodiac is a cusp of taurus and gemini. I kind of look like a chubby Aizawa in a hoodie. My love language is physical touch and my sub languages are quality time and acts of service. Honestly my ideal date is netflix and cuddles.

I daydream almost constantly, as soon as I’m bored I daydream I could go from creating a whole story in my head to thinking about death and getting depressed and vice versa. I ask weird questions to whoever will listen.

I'm not good with conversation whenever someone wants to talk to me I never know what to say and whenever I talk I'm interrupted or ignored, although if I get angry enough I will speak up and get sarcastic, I'm also not afraid to call out on someone's bulls**t. I'm not good at making decisions unless I'm completely sure of my choice and I'll probably feel guilty no matter what I decide. I'm also a bit of a picky eater.

I spend most of my time inside playing video games, watching cartoons,anime sitcoms, superhero shows or movies, or whatever's on Youtube, I also really like mystery shows. Although I will go outside if my friends want me to go somewhere or if I have to run errands, I can be more social with people I trust. I love music whenever I listen to music I get a burst of energy and can’t help but sing, My favorite genre is classic rock like bruce springsteen and queen. I love to cuddle and I can be clingy, if I could I would cuddle all day( I'm a little touch starved) . I'm afraid of the dark and death. I sleep with a lot of stuffed animals and plushies. I'm loyal and empathetic and I try to see the good in everyone and I’m always willing to help however I can.

If you decide to do this request I thank you for taking time out of your schedule to do this 😊.

P.S I will make a part two containing anxiety and depression so if that's triggering to you then you can ignore that one

I match you with...

Himiko Toga

You and Toga would meet at some shady restaurant your friends dragged you into. Twice and her were there out of pure boredom. The food there was decent and the place's security was pretty shitty so they could sneak in without being caught.

At first you didn't really stand out to her. But that day you weren't feeling your best. The food wasn't even that good and the waiter was trying to get you and your friends to pay more than the actual price. You weren't having it and called the fucker out on it. Your sudden outburst got her attention and she couldn't help but observe you for the rest of the time.

Twice noticed Toga keeping an eye on you and suggested that she try to chat up your group. She loved the idea and immediately started walking towards your group. Her and one of your friends clicked immediately and they invited her to sit with them.

Taking a seat next to you, she started a conversation with you about what happened. She told you she thought you sounded super cool. You didn't know how to respond and just didn't comment so she continued to ramble about how cool you were. During her rant you would additionally add your own comments and to your surprise, she never cut you off and listened to you.

It felt nice and little by little, you found yourself becoming comfortable in the conversation. By the end of the day, your friend group invited her to one of your group chats as she waved you guys good bye.

Although she had a busy schedule, you and her talked a lot. The two of you would hang out at your place to watch random things and play video games. Usually she'd watch you play and make little comments. You found yourself being more social around her and when she was out somewhere, you and her would be listening to your conjoint playlist.

Soon enough, you and your friends realized you fancy Himiko. The constant teasing became unbearable so you just kind of said it out of nowhere. The conversation went something like this.

"I've got something to tell you,"

"What's wrong?"

"I kinda like like you? You know what I mean?"

"Yeah and I like like you too."

"Cool-"

"Also I'm a world wide criminal and have murdered people."

"WHAT"

After a very awkward conversation, you two started dating. Once you started dating her, you saw more of the ACTUAL HER. She was super hyper and had an odd infatuation with blood. You didn't really care if you were being honest. She was still her and you loved her. But the big personality change caused some very interesting things in the relationship.

Whenever you had your burst of energy while listening to music, she gets really energetic too and you two always end up dancing together. It's normally never in sync since you and Himiko always end up messing around when you're hyper. Sometimes you guys won't even dance but you'll just run around your room, bopping your head to the music.

On more chilled back days, you two are constantly touching each other. Even if it's just holding hands, you two are always together. Both of you are touch starved and cling to each other every hour. Expect to cuddle at least once a day, even if it's at midnight and she just snuck in through your window. SHE WANTS HER CUDDLES AND SHE KNOWS YOU WANT THEM TOO YOU CLINGY FUCK. <3

Dates are perfect because she can't really go anywhere without getting arrested. Staying in and cuddling while watching some random show on Netflix after you've both had a hard day. PERFECT.

Whenever this girl catches you daydreaming, she kisses you on the lips to snap you out of it. Does let you daydream for quite a while before doing it though.

When she saw you sleeping with stuff animals she actually screamed. It woke you up. She couldn't help it you were too cute. Probably stole bought you more after that incident. Loves how peaceful and adorable you look sleeping with them.

You both ask the oddest questions to each other and have the strangest conversations. It definitely weirdest out both your friends and the L.O.V

You: Hello Himiko, made anyone cry today? Himiko: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

You: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Himiko: You and me! You: *tearing up* Ok.

You: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? Himiko: Please, it's four o'clock in the morning. You: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

yes I got these off of a random incorrect quote generator now leave me alone

~TW: anxiety and depression~

Whenever Himiko sees your stressed, she squeezes your hand, brings you to bed for cuddles and reminds you that everything will be okay. Of course, if you need space she'll leave you alone.

Always reminds you to take your medication and gives you plenty of hugs.

She can recognize when you're suppressing your emotions due to her past. Helps you through everything, constantly reminding you that she'll always be there to support and love you.

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #anime matchup #toga himiko matchup #syrupa-matchups

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taetae-tea · 5 years

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La Farceur

A/N: I just saw the Joker and I just HAVE to write a story about it, so here ya go :). I am thinking of maybe making a part 2 of this, so just let me know if you like that idea!

Genre: Joker!Taehyung, Angst, smut, oneshot (?)

Paring: Taehyung X reader

Word-count: 6.5k

Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, smoking, slapping, name-calling, Stockholm-syndrome.

Summary: You’d never thought you had to face the well-known criminal: the Joker, since he always targets rich people. Still, somehow the tables turn when you go to the famous club ‘La Farceur’ and to be faced with (maybe?) your worse nightmare.

Masterlist

‘Again, the so-called ‘Joker’ has raided another bank. 9 people have been shot during the raid, which of 4 have died. 20 people are badly wounded. This has been the fifth time this two weeks. How long do we have to wait for someone to act on this?’

You attentively watch the news as you see the blurred images of the man, who calls himself ‘the Joker’, and who does so much terrible things. You can’t imagine someone being so devilish; he doesn’t even do it for money you’ve heard. He is pure evil; he does it for his own satisfaction and happiness. People like this really do exist, which normally isn’t the case. People often do bad stuff because of lack of money or something, but he has all the money now and still continues to do bad stuff. Maybe he’s in depth with someone, it must be. It’s the only logical explanation.

‘That guy is plainly sick’, you hear your friend comment from beside you, eating cereal just like you are doing. It’s really a tradition for the both of you to watch the news together in the morning, making that your bonding-time as roommates. Discussing politics and such. ‘He must be on some shit’, Lisa continues before taking another bite. You huff before agreeing, that man can’t be right in his mind. Or maybe he was fucked up in his childhood by his father or something, anything. Luckily you’re not likely to ever have to face him, being a student. He mostly targets rich people, like banks and stuff. Well ‘being rich’ is something that you certainly aren’t.

‘He does have something hot though, I don’t know what’, Lisa comments, making you laugh out of disbelieve. ‘Damn Lisa, going out with criminals now hm?’, you tease her and she nudges you back. ‘I mean, it’s kind off wild. It isn’t a boring relationship, that’s for sure.’ You laugh even louder at that. ‘Well, true that honey. Still wouldn’t be my first pick though’, you response, shaking your head.

The both of you finish your food and get ready for your first class. You walk to the campus together, talking about anything you could think of. You’ve really grown to like Lisa. You’ve now been roommates for 5 months, you being the somewhat silent person and she being the outgoing on. You really always need one of the two between friends, otherwise it won’t work. She takes you out to parties and you make sure she goes to school. You’re always together, having grown a strong bond together.

‘So, still up for some alcohol tonight? How about a bar or something?’, Lisa suggests and you nod. ‘Why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do.’ She looks with exciting eyes at you. ‘Wow, really? Thought you would’ve refused. Do I see a new woman in front of me?’ Lisa takes a step back as she looks at you in awe. You chuckle, lightly punching her shoulder. ‘We don’t have any tests or assignments, so why not? Therewith, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. It’s time’, you confess, carrying a frustrated face. She frowns. ‘How long’, she asks and you hold up 5 fingers. She gasps as she stops her pace beside you. ‘No… I’m so sorry for you. Why didn’t you tell me?’ She puts an arm around you as she still has a worried face, making you huff. ‘Well damn, it’s not something to discuss on a daily basis.’ You look around you to see if anyone has heard your conversation, being slightly embarrassed. You don’t see anyone, except this big guy standing along the sidewalk. He does kind of seem odd to you, but you decide not to pay any attention to him and to continue your walk with your worried friend.

You both arrive at the class, entering as Lisa keeps on asking about your sex life. ‘Lisa stop! I will get laid tonight and I will be okay.’ You stop her ramble. She pouts before agreeing. ‘Okay, but you’re going to have to put my sexy clothes on. A normal skirt wont do it with this mission’, she notes and you scoff. ‘Whatever makes you satisfied’, you say before you let yourself focus on the class, which is just about to start.

‘How does one own such a tight and short dress’, you complain as you walk down the street, trying to pull your dress further down. Lisa holds your arm hooked around hers, pulling you back up. ‘Don’t bend down like that, your boobies will maybe pop out doing that’, she giggles as she shakes her head. You scoff, not liking this outfit only one bit. Yeah, you want to get laid. But like this, it’s kind of cheap and that’s not really what you had in mind. You just want a one-night-stand, but not with some gross dude. He needs to have class and be a gentleman. But knowing Lisa, she doesn’t really mind about that. And there is nothing wrong with that; the girl has needs too. Your standards are just different.

You arrive at the familiar club ‘Le Farceur’, being one of the hottest clubs in the city right now. You often come here, knowing you’d get the optimal club-experience. You’d be surprised how many clubs aren’t great at all. Some clubs have old gross men on the side who keep on looking at you with there old eyes. Others just have awkward young people who don’t know how to party nor to throw one. ‘Le Farceur’ really knows how to do it having: great DJs; cute barmen; great lights and a beautiful dance floor made out of glass. You love the club and you always feel like you walk into another universe.

‘May I get that coat?’ The doorman asks and you nod, giving him exactly that. Lisa also gives her coat to the other man standing a bit further in the hall. You can already hear the music dancing off of the walls. When you take a turn to Lisa, you already see her flirting with that very guy. You don’t know how she does it with that much ease, you simply can’t. You can already hear Lisa say: ‘What makes you different, makes you special.’ Yeah, say that to the girl who will stay alone forever in her little house with her thousand cats.

‘Ready?’, Lisa asks as she approaches you. You nod and the both of you enter the hall. The club is already full with sweaty dancing people. The smokers are fully on and everything looks blurry as you enter the room. Immediately Lisa grabs your hand and pushes through the crowd, trying to find the bar at the other side of the club. The music is loud as you walk through the people. Some people are singing, some are talking with their friends; some are trying to flirt with others. You like this, it’s as if anyone can finally let loose in this room. There are no worries, just maybe the growing feeling that you might throw up because of the many drinks one has taken. No tests, no pressure from school. Just loud music and beautiful people around you.

‘You want the usual?’ Lisa asks and you nod. You look around as Lisa starts ordering. You can see a few familiar faces in the crowd, being people you know from school. You’re not surprised, this is a well-known club. Everyone at the campus talks about it. About people who have hooked up there, or even split up.

‘Here you go, one tequila shot, a lemon and some salt. Let’s go!’ Lisa yells after putting some salt on your hand. You immediately lick it off of your hand, shot the tequila through your throat and put the lemon in your mouth. You frown out of disgust, but then laugh because of the thrill it gives you. Lisa mirrors you exact, making you laugh even more. The both of you do a few more shots before heading to the dance floor, dancing together before Lisa finds a very handsome young man to dance with.

You can feel yourself getting drunk by the second, loosing up and dancing more freely. You let yourself focus on the music, though you don’t know the song. You don’t really care though.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. A tall guy stands in front of you. You giggle as you take a step closer and you can recognize his face. It’s the guy from this morning, he was standing along the sidewalk. I guess he did hear us talk and probably wants a peace. He looks mysterious, having dark glasses and this black suit on. It’s like he’s straight out of Man In Black. You just know he could take you just the way you’ve needed someone to for the last 5 months. A strong tall guy, maybe even a gentleman.

He now firmly holds your arm, almost painfully as he start dragging you through the crowd. You don’t know how to react, but you’re kind off too drunk to know how. You start pulling on your arm, hoping that the guy will just let go. It’s now that you’re beginning to panic, what does this guy want? Why is nobody stopping this guy? People see me right? They see me getting dragged out of the crowd? Or maybe I’ve done something wrong and is it security trying to escort me out. I just can’t remember myself misbehaving.

You arrive at a door in the corner of the club. The guy has been silent the whole time as you were trying to follow his fast pace through the crowd. You want to be sober so you could try to make sense out of this, but you can’t. You’re stuck being this drunk fuck that’s busy trying to keep her balance.

‘Who are you?’ you manage to get out. The man doesn’t answer and just starts dialing some number beside the door. You figured he is taking you in there. But why? This can’t be something bad, right? People didn’t just let a girl dragged through the club only to get raped. Or do things like this happen this easily? Thinking about it, drunk people don’t really keep an eye on others around them. So it’s possible. You begin to pull harder on your arm, even wiggling in hope that he magically let your arm go. The guy grunts, making the grip on your arm tighter. You let out a small yell out of pain, body falling in each other. You try to stay up, but together with your drunk mind you can’t really keep it that way.

You hear a soft beep and the door in front of you opens. The guy drags you through the door and closes it behind you. He didn’t come along with you; you’re just alone there in this room, that’s what you think at least. You don’t dare to look up; you just look down at your hands, which you can’t quite get focused because of the alcohol that flows through your system. You do notice the room is pinkish and the floor from is wood. Your eyes slowly make their way up and you now see a white carpet on the ground. Something like a sofa is on the end and a little coffee table on the side.

‘He hasn’t hurt you, has he?’ You suddenly hear someone say at the end of the room. Your body shocks by hearing this sudden voice. It does sound familiar, like you’ve heard it somewhere before, but not face-to-face. The voice doesn’t give you a good feeling though. You want to look up, but you’re a bit too dizzy to do so. At this point you don’t really know what’s real anyways.

‘You look weak, I didn’t fucking ask for a weak one’, the person says again, talking in a irritating manner. You frown, still looking down. ‘Then why don’t you fuck off’, you reply, not caring for the words you are using. You slowly sit up, finally finding your balance. You scan the room. You notice how the walls are red, the black ceiling and the golden decorations around the room. At the side you see a pole and you realize this must be some sex-room. At the end you see a big sofa with a man sitting on it. He’s sitting with his legs crossed and his head hiding behind a newspaper. You frown as you start to scan the man. He has a colorful appearance, wearing some form of a suit. You can even see the top of his head, showing a green color or maybe blue? You can’t really see that well, not with the blurry vision thanks to the alcohol. You do see some kind of smoke surrounding the man and when you start to smell, you just know it’s a cigarette.

‘So you are feisty’, you hear him say with a smug sound. You scoff, trying to prove you’re not scared, but you fucking are. You don’t know what to do, but you do know this man has power.

Then his newspaper goes down and the painted face looks back at you, a cigarette resting on his lips and showing a cocky expression. Your eyes go wide and your heart starts to race a million times faster than it already was. It’s the fucking maniac. The guy you’ve now seen for months upon months, doing terrible things against the nation. It’s the man who has stolen billons of dollars from rich people and not hesitating to make a few kills for it.

He has a dark grin on his face, as he looks you up and down, standing up from the couch in the uncanny manner. You move your body as far as possibly away from him, that being your natural actions. How the fuck did I get in this situation. You try to move further back, but your head still tolls by the alcohol you’ve been drinking merely moments ago. He walks up to you with a fast pace, making you scared. He knows what he is doing and he loves it. He loves to make people scared.

He crouches down beside you and grabs your hair, pulling it back harshly so you look into his eyes. You can hear a soft thud beside your face, being it the cigarette he puts out on the wall you’re pressed up against. His face is very close to you now, his lips hovering above yours and breath hitting against your skin. The smoke is still coming out of his mouth when he starts speaking.

‘I’ve heard you that you are looking for something naughty, my ‘lady ’, he says with a low and dark voice, now letting himself sit down on your lap. You don’t know how to react to this, but your body does the job as you feel a certain warmth stream through you. You feel yourself now breathe much louder and your body wants something, you can feel it. You know the feeling all too well, maybe even loving the adrenaline flowing through your body that goes with it.

No, stop (y/n). It’s just the alcohol. You can’t feel this way towards this ‘man’.

The Joker smirks down at you upon seeing you struggle underneath him. He yanks your hair back ever so slightly, exposing your delicate neck to him. His eyes meet yours, still as dark as they always are, before he reaches down and gently kissing the exposed skin, surprising you with the gently touches. It’s not something you’d expect from such a masterminded criminal like him, the Joker. Your body shakes as you let yourself embrace the tinkling feeling on your skin, which are vastly changing into sloppy kisses and making you moan ever so quietly. Why is he so damn good at this?

‘Let’s see what you’ve got, baby’, he whispers into your ear after parting his lips with your neck, he even had inspected the red skin it had turned to. Suddenly he yanks on your hair as he stands up himself, forcing you to get off the ground. You let out a small whine as you try to follow his forcing moves. He pushes you towards the couch, not so gentle anymore, and bends you over right on that spot. You inhale sharply upon this action, but you don’t fight it for some reason. Your brains are telling you to scream and kick your way out of it, but the alcohol is letting that voice fade into the background together with the pounding noises from outside the wall, where people are still dancing and shouting along the music. The only thing you can focus on now is his groin pressed up against your ass, feeling so thick and long, and the way it makes your body ache for more.

‘You know what ‘Le Farceur’ stands for baby?’ His hands are finding its way around your butt, tracing soothing circles and making it hard for your knees to stay up. Then, with no warner whatsoever, he pulls his hand up and lets it down with great force against your ass. You let out a small high-pitched moan, making yourself again amazed at the way this man can make you weak like this. You can hear him laugh behind you, cocky that he could make you feel this hot by only slapping you. ‘It stands for ‘the Joker’’, He says, both hands groping you harshly, your body pleading you for more. You lean into him as he does so and you can’t do anything but to plead out your pleasure.

‘F-Fuck daddy.’

You feel another slap on your butt, but this time a bit stronger and with more passion than before. You hiss this time, not feeling any pleasure by that, rather pain. But not the kind of pain you want to run away from. Your arms almost give in by the force of the slap. He grabs your hair again and pulls you up straight against his body, his hard cock pressed up against your butt with more force. You can already taste it on your mouth.

‘who?’ He asks as he moves his hips forcefully against your ass, making your back to arch into him. You love this, you love the way he makes you dripping wet, the way his cock forces its way against your ass and making you hope you didn’t have any panties on.

‘J-Joker’, you reply, almost moaning, as he remains to move against your ass from behind you. You can practically feel the way he smirks behind you, eyes printed on you as he does so. He lets go of your hair slowly, his fingers wondering down. He touches every single feature of yours, beginning from your neck, down to your arms and gently groping you and making you rill all over. His hands grab the soft fabric of your dress and pull the strings over your shoulder. The newly exposed skin are immediately marked with his wet kisses, making you arch into him. You want to be closer to him. He doesn’t react to it, he just continues his way down, letting the dress slowly slide off your body. You feel nervous as he does his action, too much anticipated and wanting him to fuck you already. You even let out a soft whine, hoping he would punish you or anything, but he doesn’t. A mastermind indeed.

When your dress finally hits the ground, only wearing your panties now, you can feel his hands caressing your breasts. You can hear him grunt when he start pinching your nipples, pleasure getting ahead of him as he does so. You hum when he gropes your breasts with more force, pulling you closer against his body and you feel his dick again close against you. He is such a tease, being so slow with you, not fucking you immediately.

‘Patience my baby girl’, He whispers into your ear as he lets go of you. You let out a small noise, feeling so naked and untouched when you don’t feel him against you anymore. You want to turn around, but you can hear a disapproving sound when you almost did. ‘No can do, baby doll. Patience I said’, he instructed and you obeyed. How hot he might be and how much you want him inside of you, he still is one of the biggest criminals. He is still dangerous and you wouldn’t want to get actually hurt by this little game he is playing with you.

You can hear something hitting the ground, some kind of fabric maybe. You don’t really know where he is in the room since the noise from outside is still pounding through the walls, music and talking people getting right through. It makes you even more wet upon knowing he’s about to fuck you so hard while people are right there outside. Oh, you want him to. So badly.

‘Lay down’, you suddenly hear from behind you. You say as you are told, lying down on the sofa in front of you. First you sit down, making eye contact with the man in the room and you are not upset with what you are met with. He is standing in front of you, fully naked. His body is painted with thick caramel-colored muscles, shining under the dim-pink lights around you. His legs look strong and his chest looks so inviting, something you want to have a taste of. His cock is standing strong and proudly, looking so good and delicious. You just know he’s going to fill you up the way you want him to and with that dazzling expression, he is promising he will just do that.

‘You like what you see, don’t you baby?’, He declares as he sees your longing eyes, finally laid down on the sofa. You swallow back your words, knowing you can’t get too excited. You’ve learned your lesson now; you won’t let him tease you that long again. You need him right now and toying with you is definitely not the way to go.

Your eyes are widened when he decides to slowly walk up to you, making your body ache of desire. His muscles move strongly, but still so delicate. You hate the fact that you can’t see his face, though you still find the façade kind of exciting. His eyes still look dark when he finally reaches you, like he is fucking you with them, but not touching you yet. You squirm on your place, trying to calm yourself down and to net get too excited.

In one swift move he had placed himself above your waist, his dick throbbing as you can basically taste him. He is so close, you just have to lean forward and you can just-

‘No no, sweetheart. I’ll guide you’, he says as he pushes you back on your place, making you whine once again. You knew you shouldn’t have whined that much, because suddenly his eyes looked angry, making you shiver. He grabs your hair once again and yanks it back. There flew a shot of pain through your neck, since he has bend your neck over the handrail. You let out a small yell upon feeling that, but before you could say anything was his face already close you yours.

‘Whine fucking once again and I will snap that neck.’ His threat got through to you and you just nod, eyes wide open, as you feel terrified. He sits back on your waist as he suddenly puts a cigarette in his mouth, lightening it with a small lighter. You look at him with awe as he pulls his hair back and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. Though he had just threatened you, you still think he is so beautiful, in some ways.

‘Now, darling. Open wide’, He says as he suddenly closes the gab between you and his cock, his body now placed above you. You open your mouth as far as you could, your hands finding its way to his cock and placing it right in your mouth. You can hair him grunt as you lick his dick wet, making it ready for you to suck on. You begin slowly, making your mouth hallow as you let him enter your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, but still the way it’s so delicious. His hips slowly begin to rock with your movements, making a pace onto your mouth. You can now smell the smoke again and when you look up, you see him exhaling all that smoke out of his lungs.

How can one be so damn hot when smoking?

You begin to suck, making slurping sounds with your mouth as you do so. It’s now that he grabs your hair and starts to moan a little upon feeling your mouth surrounding his cock. You make sure your hands are making rotating movements around his dick while sucking him dry. He feels the urge to go faster, so he starts pulling your head and you let him guide you. His pace is fast and it’s not easy to keep on sucking, so you instead make your mouth hallow again and let him go as deep as he wants. He loved that move and immediately makes use of it.

‘Yes baby, let me fuck that mouth hmm’, he grunts as he rocks his dick as far as he could into your throat. You make gagging sounds and you have to gasp for air, but somehow that makes him hornier and he only goes faster by it. You don’t really care about it, you want him to abuse your mouth like this.

‘Fuck I need that pussy.’ He thrusts his dick as far as he could into your mouth for the last time, staying there for a few seconds, making your gasp as you almost past out for air before releasing you. You lay back as you have to come to your senses for a few seconds and look back up, seeing his cocky face with his dark eyes. He again blows out some smoke as he had just taken an inhale from that cigarette. It makes you frown in the haste of the moment, thinking of how bad smoking is. But it occurred to you that he isn’t a healthy man and that a cigarette is probably the least of his problems.

He puts the cigarette down on the edge of the coffee table beside the sofa. You look at him, anticipating on his next actions.

He grabs your hips and lays you on your belly in one swift move. He then pulls your hips up, leveling with his cock. He starts dragging his cock against your damp panties, which you sadly are still wearing. Your body leans into the touch and you start to wiggle your ass, hoping he would feel more tempted to fuck you. Instead he lets his hand fall down on your butt with a great force, making you exhale sharply and feeling the way your skin burns under his touch. If anything, that made you want him even more. You could never find a better sex partner than him.

‘P-Please’, you breathe out, arching yourself into him again. He presses his dick further up against you, rubbing up and down. ‘Please what, my princess’, he asks and you immediately reply. ‘Please… Joker’

He suddenly pulls your panties to the side and you are met with something other than his dick. You can feel his tongue gliding between your folds, licking up and down. Your body sinks down and your ass perks up, wanting him to hit certain spots. He finds your clit with ease and his hand begins to toy with the little nub, making circular motions. You moan into the sofa as he finally gives you the relieve you’ve been searching. He even ads another finger into the mix, inserting it into your hole. His fingers a tall and thick as it moves through your insides, hitting al the right spots when hit curls inside of you. Nobody has ever known to pleasure you like this, not even once.

Through all of this he hasn’t stopped to taste you and even groan when he does so. He seems to enjoy you so much; he has never felt such passion with anyone before. Nobody ever really wants to fuck him, he is the Joker nonetheless. They are always afraid of him; so he often has to force them, really, and after that probably kill these women. But you, you have the same kind of crazy mind like he has. The way you want to stay good, but for him you’d do everything. His little slut. And no way he will throw that away. He will keep you, his own little whore to enjoy.

Your body begins to shake as he keeps on pleasuring you and you feel great heath rising in you. You can’t help yourself but to reach behind you and grab his hair, you need to hold something. In return, he grabs that hand and forces it down beside you and pushing your ass way further back so he can insert his tongue into you. Out of pleasure, you begin to moan loudly, calling his name multiple times. He keeps on thrusting into you and rubbing your clit when you finally come, the heath finally bursting out of you and leaving you breathless on that sofa.

You can feel his eyes on your back, probably smirking for the thousandth time as he sees you laying there, body still weak as you’ve just cum. That rest didn’t take long as he turns you back on your back and pulling your legs upwards, hooking them on his shoulders. You look up into his eyes, still breathing loudly as you do so. He looks back in yours, an uncanny grin on his face as his cigarette is back in his mouth. He blows some smoke out into your face, making you cough slightly. His grin turns into a small laugh upon seeing you like this, taking another inhale before taking out the cigarette and connecting your lips.

You inhale the smoke into your lungs as he kisses you with all the passion he has to offer. Your tongues immediately connect an you again can feel his cock pushing up against your entrance, making your inhale against his lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue as he slowly rocks his hips up and down, feeling your wetness against him. He grunts and his breath begins to make a pace. He makes one swift move, putting his cigarette back down before saying: ‘You really are one special slut, aren’t you my love?’

With that he suddenly thrusts his cock inside of you, breaking your lips apart as you inhale sharply. The pain shoots through your body, not being used to his size and also not having had sex for a couple of months. You grab his arms out of discomfort, nails digging into his flesh and making him his too. He stops moving by that as he looks at you, expression filled with passion, though you can’t see it since your eyes are tightly closed in pain.

‘Easy baby doll, relax’, he says, leaning down to your ear. He slowly starts kissing you on that spot, trying to make you focus on his lips and not on the pain that shoots through you. Like magic, you can only focus on his kisses and you start to hum in enjoyment. You thought he wouldn’t stop for you to adjust, but he does. That isn’t something the ‘Joker’ would do, is what you thought. Maybe he is just a big softy from the inside?

As his kisses become rougher, his hips slowly start to move, at first a bit rough, but slowly better and better. You begin to moan against his shoulders as his pace goes faster with the second, eyes frowning by the pleasure it is bringing you. Your arms find their way around his neck as you try to get him closer to you, smelling his scent and savoring it in your memories. God, you hope you can remember this tomorrow.

His pace has gone up again and is now pounding into you, skin making loud noises against each other in the room. Your moans are just as loudly heard, slipping through your lips when you are not kissing his neck. You love the way his body is so close to you, how he feels so good and big inside of you. He fills you up better than you’d thought he would. Everything is better than you’d thought, he is the perfect man. He knows just the right ways to please you, like how he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Damn Joker, you look like a criminal but fuck like a goddamn god.

‘Fuck, you are so tight and so good. So well behaved, my little doll’, he mutters under his breath as he grabs your throat, putting a soft pressure on it. You feel the way your air ways are getting blocked until you can barely breath and you can’t help yourself but to moan. You want him to own you like this, to make you his slut. ‘Such a fucking freak.’ His eyes are so dark as he leans down to kiss you again, hand still on your throat and hips slamming into yours. You don’t know what to do with yourself as the pleasure rushes through you, heath again growing inside of you.

It’s then that he pulls out of you, making you pout as he does so. He smirks down at you before he grabs your legs and unhooking them from his shoulders. He sits down on the couch, legs spread widely as he grabs his still-lightened cigarette from the little coffee table. He takes another inhale before exhaling again, letting the smoke wander into the room. You look at him in awe as you sit right up, admiring his looks again. His silhouette looks so beautiful from this angle and the smoke seems to almost dance around him.

‘Take a seat, darling.’ He really loves naming you things and it always seems to work on you, since you get wetter every time. You do as he tells you and sit on his lap. He looks up at you, silent as he observes every single detail of your face, taking a few smokes a he does so. He then leans in to slowly lick your breast, making circular movements around your nipple. You hum in pleasure as you push your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on it until you can’t get any fuller. He grunts against your breasts, loving the feeling of you around him.

You move your hips up and down, slowly building up. He keeps on looking at you as he takes his inhales from his cigarettes, making you feel enchanted by his state of being. He does it just so well.

He puts his cigarette down again and starts to move with your hips, making a faster pace. You now are breathing loudly again as your body works hard to keep the pace that he wants and you can’t help but moan loudly because of it. He grabs your hips as he bounces you up and down his dick, making wet noises with your pussy rushing against his skin. He seems to love the noise as he keeps on trying to go harder into you. You pull your head back as you get lost in the pleasure he is giving you, body slightly beginning to tremble as the heath slowly grows into you. It only takes a few hard strokes for you to cum even harder than the last time. Your pussy clenches by the feeling and your body twitches, as you can’t help but to fall into his arms. He holds you, but doesn’t lose his pace as he also finds his own high. He makes a few hard thrusts as he suddenly comes into you, dick buried deep inside of you as he does so.

You both breathe loudly as you lay on top of him. He holds you tightly against his body when he still makes the last few strokes inside of you. He wants to burry that cum very deep inside of you, you’re his and that’s where his cum should be too.

‘Crazy girl’, he breathes out into your neck and you can’t help but to chuckle at that. You’ve just fucked the Joker, the person you basically hated. But you couldn’t get enough of him, though he might be a criminal. This must be some Stockholm syndrome or something.

‘You’re now mine, baby girl.’

Your eyes widen for a second, but then you realize that you probably don’t have a choice. He’s one of the bad guys and is probably the best one there is. You don’t have any input in this. That’s what you tell yourself at least. What’s really going on is, he fucks well and he feels good with you. You know it’s not good for wanting him, but it’s the plain truth and you actually don’t give a shit about it anymore.

‘You will live with me, you don’t have to do anything but to fuck with me like a good girl’, he says before leaving small kisses on your neck. You hum by the feeling, again tingling your neck. ‘I don’t care, as long as I stay with you’, you answer and he huffs. ‘You really are my crazy doll, aren’t you?’

He hooks your legs around his waist, dick still buried inside of you and standing up. You cling close to him, as he seems to walk to a wall, pinning you up against it and pounding a few times into you, making you moan by the similar sensation. Then he continues his walk towards some door and opens it without hesitation, you still clinging onto him. A man is standing there, the same man who had brought you into this room. You widen your eyes and you try to hide yourself, but instead you only hear the Joker chuckle.

‘We’ll be staying here for a couple of hours, get it done’, he says to the man before closing the door again. He lets you slowly slide down, his dick now out of you as he pins you to the door, which has been closed. He looks deep into your eyes with a small smile, looking like a different person.

‘Cause I’ve finally found my soulmate.’

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josephinelouiseobrien · 4 years

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Worlds Colliding (2)

concept: Spencer Reid x OC • NCIS x criminal minds

Synopsis: Allison Gibbs returns from the navy only to end up on a long list of victims. Now the only hope of keeping her out of harms way and solving this case is a socially awkward doctor by the name of Spencer Reid.

A/N: thank you to anyone who read the first chapter !!! It genuinely means the world to me when I get feedback and stuff 🥺

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Chapter 1

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Allison woke up the next morning to a knock coming from her bedroom door. Her eyebrows furrowed as she sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Come in...?” She’d said it as more of a question, confusion setting in.

As the door opened her father was seen on the other side, two coffees in hand. “Come on, get up.”

“What? Why?” The strawberry blonde asked, this time becoming slightly more alert. Her father was giving her serious flashbacks to her youth. Every morning he’d wake her up at the crack of dawn and drag her to work with him because he was scared someone would break in and murder her.

“Do you want to come to work with me or not?”

Allison sighed, “yeah, I got nothing else better to do.” The strawberry blonde smirked slightly, “and based off of what happened yesterday, I think I’m even better at your job then you.”

Gibbs stared at his daughter, shaking his head. “Don’t push it. I’d hate to start slapping you like I do Dinozzo.”

With that her door was shut and she was given time to get dressed. She was quick to pull on her navy green cargo pants - the military seriously killed any fashion sense she thought she had - and an ROTC t-shirt. Throwing her hair into a long ponytail she laced up her converse - that surprisingly still fit - the last time she wore them was in high school.

The ride to the navy yard was quiet, Allison still trying to force herself awake. Her father wasn’t a big talker either, usually it was her to start conversation between them. If it wasn’t for her motor mouth she doubted her and Gibbs would even speak outside of necessary conversations.

As the car rolled to a stop, Allison pushed herself out of the front seat only to forget that her coffee was sitting in her lap. The styrofoam cup hit the concrete as the strawberry blonde stared in shock.

Gibbs sighed in disappointment, patting his daughter on the back as he handed her a five dollar bill. “Go buy another one at the coffee cart.”

Allison blinked before taking the money silently and forcing herself to walk to where the coffee would inevitably be. She never functioned well without caffeine in her system - maybe her father had somehow genetically passed on his coffee addiction. ‘Is that possible?’

Her thoughts were cut short as she walked into a wall - no, just a very tall lanky man. Blinking her eyes trailed up to see his face. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Apologies fell from the mans lips at a rapid pace, but Allison could barely comprehend what he was saying as her eyes traveled over his features.

There was a light stubble on his, surprisingly sharp, jawline. Bags clung to his under eyes but the tired look suited him in a way. His hazel eyes reminded her of coffee - which is what she was doing in the first place! Getting coffee.

“No, I’m sorry.” Allison finally forced out, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “I’m barely even awake right now. My dad dragged me out of bed - you don’t want to hear my life story.”

The man chuckled lightly shaking his head for her to go on. “No, it’s fine. I’m waiting for a coffee order anyways.”

Allison smiled but before she could continue speaking the man behind the coffe cart beat her to it. “Ally, the usual?”

The strawberry blonde nodded, “yeah, thanks Martin.”

“I’ll get on it. Its good to have you back.” The man then retreated towards the coffee machine and Allison’s focus was back onto the mysterious man.

“Where are you coming back from?” His gaze was curious - eyebrows furrowing, head titled slightly.

Allison sighed, “Iraq. I was deployed there for awhile. My names Allison, by the way.”

“I’m spencer.” The man replied, his eyes widening slightly but not by much at her revelation as to where she’d been. “Marines?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Your shirt.”

Allison’s gaze traveled down to the cropped marines t-shirt she wore. Originally it was her fathers but when she in high school recycling clothes became a hobby of hers and thus she raided her fathers closet. “I forgot I put that on...”

Spencer smiled, finding her confusion quite adorable. “So, what are you doing here?”

Allison snapped back to reality her gaze coming up to meet his. “Oh, my dad works here.” The strawberry blonde then squinted slightly as she realized how strange it was to see someone she didn’t recognize - she knew everyone on the navy yard. Okay, that was a stretch but she would’ve known if she’d seen him before. He didn’t have a face you could forget that easily. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, work.” Spencer replied pointing out his visiting badge. Before he could explain what his job was the coffee order was set in front of them. Spencer’s consisted of several different orders well Allison’s was just the one cup. “Which way are you going? I’ll walk you.”

Allison smiled, usually when someone offered to walk her she’d politely refuse - she could take care of herself. This time though she nodded towards the NCIS main building, with a smile on her lips. Something about him was different then the guys she’d dated - usually they were all of the ‘alpha male’ variety, most of the time feeling the need to assert their masculinity to her. In fact three out of the four she’d dated had ghosted her upon finding out she was a marine.

“I’m going that way too.” Spencer reveled, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he smiled.

Allison looked him up and down - he looked like a teachers assistant. If he was working for NCIS then he definitely had to have been some sort of intern. The strawberry blonde hoped to god that he’d gotten lucky enough to not end up interning for her father.

“I haven’t seen you here before - and I’m sure I would’ve if you had, my dads been dragging me to work with him since I was eleven.” Allison divulged, “are you a new intern by any chance?”

Spencer laughed, shaking his head. “No, I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. We’re here to help with a case.”

Allison’s smile dropped, “oh god. Tell me your not here with Fornell.”

“Uh... how’d you know we were here with agent Fornell?”

“Oh god.” Allison simply muttered in reply her pace increasing as she neared the building. This was going to be a shit show.

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“Allison, what’s going on?” Spencer asked as he rushed to catch up with her, nearly slamming into her back as she was stopped in front of the bullpen.

“That.” The strawberry blonde whispered, watching as her father stared down Fornell who was sitting at his desk. The entire office was eerily quiet - the other members of the BAU seemed terribly confused whereas Gibbs’ team seemed frightened but also amused.

“Someone get the popcorn.” Allison could hear Tony whisper, shooting him a glare in response.

Slowly Fornells gaze landed on Allison, a smile coming over him. “Hey, Ally, your back.”

Allison nodded quietly her gaze then landing on her father who was still death staring Tobias. God, if looks could kill Fornell would be six feet under. “Get out of my damn chair, Tobias.” Gibbs finally snapped pushing the man away.

“I was thinking about asking for it in our divorce settlement,” Fornell just had to push it, still not standing from the chair. A smirk was plastered on his face, “I know better then to think I’ll get any alimony money.”

Allison was honestly suprised that they hadn’t murdered each other yet. Sure, Tobias and her father were friends - but he’d also married her fathers ex-wife and it put a strain on their relationship. Half the time she didn’t know if Gibbs was going to slap Tobias or kiss him. Either one freaked her out equally as much.

“Out. Now.”

“Touchy, touchy.” Fornell replied raising his hands up defensively as he got to his feet. “And you wonder why no one wants to work with NCIS.”

Director Shepard chuckled from her spot at the stairway. She was leaned against the railing as she looked over the group of agents and Allison was surprised she hadn’t seen her yet. Jenny had been like a second mother to her.

“You’ll be working the investigation together.” The director explained as she made her way down to the entrance of the bullpen. “NCIS will be leading and the BAU will help to formulate a profile. Tobias is only here as a liaison between both agencies.”

As she finished speaking she pulled Allison into a hug, the strawberry blonde reciprocating the action. “Hey, Ally.” Director Shepard spoke quietly her tone suggesting that she’d missed the shorter girl much more then she was letting on.

“Hey, Jen.”

“I’ll let the unit chief of the BAU handle introductions.” Fornell decided, his gaze then landing on Allison. “Come give me a hug, kid.”

Allison laughed as she allowed Tobias to pull her into a hug. Despite her fathers constant arguing with the man, in the end Gibbs decided that he would be her godfather. “Hey, Tobias, hows Diane?”

Tobias recoiled at the mention of the women, “we divorced.”

Allison snorted, “did she drain your bank accounts?”

“Yep. That hell beast sucked me dry.”

“So, dad was right?”

Tobias rolled his eyes, “don’t rub it in.”

The strawberry blonde only laughed in return, shaking her head at the subject matter. At that point the unit chief has cleared his throat, his gaze cast on the room in front of him. “I’m Arron Hotchner, Unit chief of the BAU and this is my team.” The man gestured first to a blonde girl who stood with her arms crossed over her chest as she spoke to McGee. “First our media Liasson, Jennifer Jareau.”

The blonde smiled and waved politely, “you can call my JJ.” She seemed sweet and welcoming - she kind of reminded Allison of Kate; Caitlin Todd had been killed on a case a month before ziva joined the team and took her place.

“SSA Derek Morgan.”

A handsome, buff man smiled at the group - specifically ziva, who sent him a sultry wave in return. Allison found herself suppressing a chuckle at the jealous expression on Tony’s face - anyone with eyes could tell that Dinozzo had a thing for the mossad liasson agent.

“SSA Emily Prentiss.”

Dinozzos attention was taken from ziva as a dark haired women stepped forward. She sent the group a firm nod - she was all business, that much Allison could tell. Still she was very gorgeous - just like every other member of the BAU. ‘Did they just come out looking like this’ Maybe Allison would just have to join the FBI and find out.

“SSA Jason Gideon.”

An older man waved and nodded at the group before returning to the evidence. Allison has heard of Jason Gideon before, he was kind of a legend - it also helped that he’d lectured in one of her college classes her sophomore year at Stanford.

“And agent Spencer Reid-”

“Dr.” Gideon corrected the unit chief as Spencer - the man Allison has bumped into stepped forward.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, our expert on well... everything.”

Spencer seemed nervous under everyone’s gaze, something that Allison found adorable. For some reason confidence didn’t attract her in the slightest - maybe it was because of the toxic masculinity that surrounded her in the navy but something about an overly confident man just turned her completely off.

“I’m Gibbs.” Allison’s father was quick to introduce himself before moving onto his team. “Special agent Tony Dinozzo.”

“Very special agent.” Tony corrected which only received a slap to the back of the head from Allison. “Hey!” Dinozzo shouted his gaze moving to Gibbs, “boss!”

Gibbs ignored it, trying to hide the smirk on his lips as he gestured to McGee. “Special agent Timothy McGee.”

Tim smiles over enthusiastically at the group, waving. Allison cringed, shaking her head at him as a signal to tone it down - which he did quickly but the damage seemed to have already been done.

“And Mossad liaison officer, ziva david.”

Ziva had her head propped in her head, before she pushed herself back to lean in her chair as she nodded at the group. Only her eyes were quick to meet dereks as she propped her feet up onto her desk.

Gibbs was quiet but everyone’s gaze was set on Allison, before flicking back to him. It was clear they were curious so the older man sighed, before introducing her. “Allison’s my daughter, she’s only visiting.”

As some agents went to work, others began introducing themselves further. Allison, as usual, inserted herself into the case. “I think it’s someone with personal ties to the marines - either someone enlisted or a sponsor.”

Gideons gaze landed on her immediately, as well as Spencer’s and Emily’s. “Why do you think that?” He wondered, almost sizing the strawberry blonde up. He was profiling her and she knew it.

“The only thing connecting the victims is gender and their job - he’s probably stuck in a misogynist mind set and feels, offended that women are allowed to enlist.”

“What do you do for work?” Emily asked, a half smile making its way onto her face.

Before Allison could even get the words out of mouth Reid was already answering for her. “She’s a marine. Just got back from deployment in Iraq.”

Normally Allison would be upset, but it was the way that Reid spoke almost instinctively that peaked her interest. His gaze was focused on his shoes and to anyone else he seemed zoned out - which he probably was but he was still able to answer.

Upon noticing his coworkers curious and alarmed gazes, his eyes rose from the floor to meet theirs. A crimson blushed began to coat his cheeks realizing it wasn’t his question to answer and he most definelty seemed like some crazed stalker. “We met at the coffee cart.”

Allison laughed, nodding in confirmation. “Yeah, I’m a lance corporal.”

Emily’s eyebrows furrowed, “why didn’t you go into psychology? You seem to know a lot about it.”

“I studied it in college.” The strawberry blonde revealed, shrugging slightly as she answered - her hands stuffed inside her pockets. “Joining the military just runs in the family.”

Before the conversation could continue, her fathers voice caught the groups attention. “Grab your gear, we’ve got another body.”

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A/N: I have no idea if this chapter was actually any good or not, nor do I have the ability to read over it for errors (I’m just a little bit tipsy). Anywho, I somehow constantly think of this book and am constantly coming up with ideas but at the same time have massive writers block... Is there a reset button on my brain I can press to fix this?

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thesculptedflower · 4 years

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Adorable effort

Note: I noticed while I was writing this, that I have absolutely no idea how to write for a specific body type. And I’m so so so sorry if this wasn’t what was asked in the request. I think that I don’t really explain how the reader looks in my fics because I want everyone to be able to read them, no matter their size.

So, I really tried my best, and I hope this is at least decent, and I promise to get better and go read some fics to get some examples!

Also, I’m sorry this took kinda long, I’m renovating our balcony and it’s taking a whole lot of time.

Request: Hi! Would you ever consider writing a Edward Nygma x plus size reader oneshot, if you’re okay with it??? Maybe the reader is a maid at Wayne manor and she’s like an older sister to Bruce. On the multiple occasions when Bruce goes to the GCPD she is with him and meets Ed, they get on. Reader answers his riddles despite getting them wrong. Thanks! @morganofthecoves1

Adorable effort

Your life didn’t have the best kind of start. Moving from one foster family to another, being thrown in the system at such a young age had an effect on you. The constant moving made it really hard to form long lasting friendships, so you spent most of your time alone. Trouble seemed to find its way to you wherever you went, but you remained hopeful, that one day everything would turn upside down. And so it did.

Thomas Wayne spotted you in a roadside diner, waitering customers and collecting empty dishes. He saw how you were harassed and the pain on your face made him feel for you. He wanted to save you from that place, and so he did. He offered you a job in his house, which you gladly took. Working for the Wayne’s was a dream come true. Thomas and Martha were absolutely wonderful to you, always treating you with respect. It felt good to be there and you really felt like you belonged to that manor. The workload wasn’t bad at all, for Alfred did most of the ’’manly’’ work. You enjoyed your moments with Martha, growing really close to her. The two of you would fix up the garden together, gossiping about the neighbors and you loved to help her get ready for all the galas they attended. So when Alfred came home that one night, only Bruce with him, you felt like the bad luck from your past had caught up to you. Thomas and Martha had taken you in with their hearts open, offering you guidance and a warm home, and a sibling-like relationship with Bruce. You and him had a special bond that only got stronger after his parents were murdered. He found a safe place with you, feeling like he could share his sorrows, knowing you would listen and understand. As you both grew up, he would take you with him wherever he went. And one gloomy day took you to Gotham City Police Department, and closer to a one certain forensics scientist.

Bruce had asked you to drive him to the GCPD, because he wanted to inform Detective Gordon on something he had discovered on his father’s papers. He was so desperate to find out who had killed his parents, it pained your heart. You trusted the police, but anyone who lived in Gotham knew, that sometimes things just stay a mystery. But the new Detective seemed to take his job seriously, for now. There weren’t many officers who didn’t have some kinds of ties to the criminal underworld.

’’I’ll go talk with Detective Gordon, and I’m not going to leave until I get him to listen to me.’’ Bruce said looking up at you. He had fire in his eyes, the same fire Thomas had. You smiled softly, placing your hand on his shoulder for reassurance. ’’With the facts you have gathered, he doesn’t have another choice but to listen.’’

Bruce smiled weakly, the pain from that night still awfully present in his mind. You watched him run up the stairs to the second level on the precinct and noticed that Gordon was already waiting for him. You decided to take a stroll around, taking another look at all the paintings and pictures of former officers and honorary captains.

You’d been at the precinct so many times, you had almost memorized all the pictures on the walls. Most of the officers knew you and were nice towards you, greeting you whenever you walked past them. Every single time you had been there with Bruce, one man in particular had caught your eye. He was tall, dark haired and handsome. He would come and talk to you, but you could see that he was struggling. So you tried to make it easier for him, always being considerate towards him, and even answering all of his riddles - even if you knew you were wrong - whilst other officers just laughed or rolled their eyes at him. You felt awful about how they treated him. He was an outstanding forensic scientist and had helped in numerous cases, yet they still treated him like he wasn’t one of them.

You were so in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone approaching you with quite a high speed. You were just about to turn around when you bumped into the stranger. His hands were full of papers and his attention was definitely elsewhere than in watching where he was going. All the papers were now falling to the ground, and probably half of the precincts eyes were on you. You felt a little ashamed, a maid should be the one to help in cleaning, not causing the mess. Both of you dropped to the ground immediately, trying to collect the papers as fast as you could.

’’I’m so, so sorry sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going.’’ You said apologetically, trying to avert his eyes. ’’It’s quite alright miss, I wasn’t looking either.’’ He answered gathering his papers. You could hear that he was a little nervous. Suddenly you felt his hand accidentally land on yours, and you both froze. Only then did you look up and meet his beautiful brown eyes, framed by strong eyeglasses. He looked equally as surprised as you when you finally recognized each other.

’’Get a room you two!’’ Someone shouted, sending a deep blush to your cheeks. And to your surprise, to his as well. You both looked away from each other.

’’I- I’m sorry again, Mr. Nygma.’’ You said sheepishly, handing him the notes you had picked up.

’’Please, call me Ed. And it’s quite all right, there’s no one I’d rather bump into.’’ He flirted carefully, considering you had met him on multiple occasions and the chemistry was definitely there. His hand softly brushed yours as he took the papers, sending another blush to your face. Your hands rested against each other for a while, and the smile he gave you made you weak.

His smile was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. You returned the smile, wondering if you should continue the conversation. You definitely wanted to get to know him even more, and it was clear that he was as interested in you too. The embarrassment of the previous situation still lingered in the air, but Ed had the means to fix that.

’’What two accidents happen every 24 hours?’’ He riddled.

You looked at him, trying to come up with the correct answer. You didn’t have much experience with riddles, other than those that Ed asked you, but you still liked the way he added them to your conversations. And he didn’t seem to be bothered if and when your answers were wrong. You thought he enjoyed winning, and at the same time teaching them to you.

’’Um, falling in love?’’ You answered quietly, feeling a little shy from the content of your answer. You didn’t think Ed would ask you about something that would have an answer about love, but you liked the idea that he was that kind of man, whom would fall in love very fast and very very hard.

Ed laughed softly, not a hint of malice or mockery in his voice. For a moment you felt hopeful that your answer was actually right, but then he shook his head.

’’Adorable effort, once again, but unfortunately incorrect.’’

You sighed extravagantly, making it seem you were more upset about it that you actually were. It caused Ed to laugh even more, and you felt so mesmerized.

’’Well, will you tell me the answer?’’ You asked after a short while.

’’At dinner, tonight at 8. I’ll pick you up.’’

You felt so happy, that this incredible, marvelous man had seen you in the crowd, among all the officers, and that he had made his way up to you and asked you a riddle, that started all this. You rose to your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss on Ed’s cheek, making him blush once more. You couldn’t wait for the evening, nor all the other dates you’d have in the future.

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Crimeless crime - riddlebat

"What time is it, when a bat flies through your window?"

The question is aimed at no one in particular, shot at the darkness of the spacious lobby of his modern penthouse – but then, the darkness shifts and answers with a brooding voice: "It's time to confess." It sounds like the night itself has taken a human-like form and came to haunt him.

Riddler smiles faintly, playing with the glass in his hand with a nonchalant motion. Ice-cubes make a little 'ting' as they collide with one another. "Confess? Too bad, I'm not a very religious man." He doesn’t look at his late-night 'guest', he doesn't have to – he has this one-of-a-kind image of the man dressed as a bat burned into his brain like a stigma. "The correct answer is..."

"I don't care about your riddles!" Batman growls at him and Edward puts up a little frown.

"Well, that's rude..." Spread over the massive, green couch – legs outstretched under a coffee table – Riddler is less offended than he probably should be. That might be thanks to the whiskey in his system, or thanks to the fact that Batman didn't punch him yet.

"Don't worry," the low, menacing voice is now much closer to the spot where Edward is relaxing, which is strange since there was no sound of footsteps to be heard. How does a 6ft tall, muscular man even manage to move so swiftly? "...you will have your chance to give me all the answers. And it is up to you, which way this conversation goes.”

It's a warning which Edward chooses to ignore.

He reaches to loosen his tie, just to find out that it isn't there. He must have removed it hours ago when he has opened the bottle. “By all means, ask away.” He takes a slow sip, enjoying the tingling sensation of the alcohol on his tongue.

Batman is staring him down, he can tell. The weight of his heavy, unforgiving glare falls onto Edward's shoulders, the pressure is almost tangible.

“How long have you been on parole, Nygma? Not even two months,” the cold, judgmental voice states. “And as a part of your resocialization program, you are working at the production line at Feelgood Inc., correct?”

“You are well informed, Detective,” Edward admits and tilts back his head to catch a glimpse of Batman's masked, unreadable face.

“With a $22 per hour, it is very unlikely you could afford a big, fancy apartment on the top floor of Diamond Tower. But here you are...”

“I had my savings,” he shrugs, brushing off the obvious accusation with no real effort. “Next question?”

“You have an O'Keeffe hanging in your bedroom. The original was mysteriously stolen from the Art Institute of Chicago."

This one made Riddler snort. "I don't remember inviting you into my bedroom. If you wanted to see it, you could have just asked..." Seeing that the comment has no effect on Batman's ever-stern expression, Edward rolls his eyes. "It's a reproduction. Happy?"

"Never." There is a heavy hand pressed right next to Riddler's head. "I know it was you, Nygma...”

A ticklish sensation on his upper back makes Riddler realize that he is all sweaty. It might be the whiskey or this hot, stormy weather – making the air too thick and humid to breathe freely. “That...is not a question.”

“We both know that Clayface is too reckless, too simpleminded to come with such plan on his own, and Two-Face? Financial crimes are not exactly his style.” Batman's tone is sharp, designed to intimidate but it doesn't work on Riddler as long as the actual violence is not there. “It's obvious they had some help. Same as Blackmask and Clock King. What are you playing at, Nygma?” The Bat almost growls. “A consulting criminal? You're selling yourself out like a common whore!”

It probably shouldn't, but somehow it stings – much like a splinter that gets under your nail. Edward bites his lips, feeling the sudden rush of blood and a wave of fury. “Is that how you see me?” His words are sipping slowly through his gritted teeth.

“It's how you make yourself look.”

Batman looms over him from behind and Edward yet again feels unfairly judged. He lowers his eyes and looks down into his glass, ice cubes have halfway melted at this point. A drop of water slides down the glass like a lonely teardrop.

He needs another sip. He doesn't get the chance.

It takes him by surprise when the Dark Knight leans down, with one arm still holding onto a couch and the other catching Riddler's own, preventing him from drinking. “I know you, Edward,” comes the hated voice, far too close to his left ear for Riddler's own sake. “I know you better than you know yourself. You think it is a perfect solution – a crime without a crime. But you and I know, it won't work for you. You can't simply let those morons use your brilliant ideas when it is you, only you, who deserve the appreciation for all the clever heists.”

Edward gulps, fighting back the sudden, embarrassing urge to admit to everything Batman wants him to. “I...” He shifts nervously, wriggling on a couch but there is nowhere to hide from these prying eyes. That damn, nosy detective is still holding his wrist, trapping his hand in an iron grip. “I think you should leave now... It is very late.”

“It is.” The Bat nods toward the small coffee table. “But you are clearly expecting someone.”

There is an empty glass placed on a tray, right next to the unfinished bottle of Scotch whiskey.

“It's almost 2 am and you're wearing a shirt – not a very casual outfit, if you ask me. The bottle is half-empty, and you are already tipsy. You were waiting for someone,” the man makes his assumption and Edward can only listen, his hand shaking slightly within Batman's grasp. “The main light is off, which means, you didn't want to be seen with that 'someone'. But they never showed up, did they?” There's a pause and Riddler waits for the blow to come. “Who was it, Nygma? One of your 'clients'?” The voice turns harsh and downright accusing. “Who were you waiting for? Penguin? Scarecrow? Tell me!”

What gives this man the right to treat Edward like that? To act like he was better than everyone else?

“It was you,” Edward hisses and yanks his arm out of Batman's grip, spilling the liquid all over his shirt in the process. He growls in frustration and springs up from the couch, standing face to face with the god-damn Bat-freak. “I was waiting for you, you idiot!”

“Why?” The bat narrows his eyes and it's a nasty kind of a look.

“Because I know you as much as you know me! You can't stand the thought of me, or any other rogue, being out of Arkham! Being free and happy!” He waves his hand with a furious gesture, the empty glass still in his hold. All the ice cubes fall out, rolling on the carpet. Batman is not even surprised, that cold-hearted bastard!

“You want me to be guilty,” Edward shouts at him. “...you need me to be because that would justify all the things you did to me in the past! Even now, I can see what you really want to do! You have enough of talking, you just want to punch me, throw me onto a table, grab me by the neck and squeeze it! You can't wait to hurt me because you think I deserve it.”

With one swift kick, Riddler flips a coffee table, sending a tray, a glass, and a whiskey bottle flying. “Go on! Do it! Hit me like you always do!” His voice it comically high-pitched and dramatic as he jabs Batman's wide, muscular chest with the empty glass. “You're just like my father! When you're done with your favorite violence, why don't you also screw me like a common whore you think I am!”

This time, a strong hand lands on his shoulder, making his whole body to instantly freeze.

“I'm sorry, Edward,” Batman's voice is strangely calm, it doesn't show any particular emotion. “I shouldn't have compared you to a whore. Prostitutes do what they do for money, but you, you do crimes because you have to – you can't help yourself.”

“I'm not crazy!”

“Of course, you're not,” the sarcasm is almost hurtful. “And your riddles are just for fun. Why aren't you on medication?”

“What makes you think I'm not?”

Batman's gaze wanders from the glass in his hand, to the mess on the floor. “You wouldn't be so stupid to mix your meds with whiskey.”

A pang of shame strikes him unexpectedly. “I suppose, I wouldn't... Not that you really care.”

There is no confirmation, no denial either. The hand on his shoulder squeezes a little harder but not strong enough to be painful.

“Just let me be, Batman,” Riddler goes a tone lower. “Unless you have some other interrogation methods you want to try with me, I advise you should be going.”

Strangely enough, the hand is still there – resting on his left shoulder. Edward perks his head up, shooting the tall man a daring glare. And for the first time tonight, he is scared – because the Bat locks their eyes together and leans down to him. Riddler freezes again, and for a terrifying moment, he is certain that Batman is going to kiss him. The worst thing about it, is that he knows, deep down in his guts he wants this to happen. But Batman only whispers into his ear: “I have my eye on you, Nygma.”

He is gone within less than a few seconds, leaving Edward alone with his boggling thoughts.

What gives this man the right to stand above the law when a true genius like himself is bound to play by the rules made by lesser minds?

Riddler stands in the darkness, motionless for a while. Then, he walks toward the bookshelf, finding a little device securely hidden between the books. A micro-camera is light like a feather in his hand as he switches it off. Unfortunately, no interesting footage got registered from the encounter with the Bat – no violence, no harassment – nothing really good to blackmail the so-called detective with. Can it be that the Dark Knight has predicted such a move?

Quite disappointed, Edward sighs and puts his empty glass on a shelf. At least, he managed not to give the Bat any clues – which is good, since the meddling rodent were surely recording their conversation as well. Passing by the mess left on the carpet, he's heading for the still open balcony door. He looks through the glass at the night sky of Gotham.

“What time is it, when a bat flies through your window?” The riddle is aimed at no one and he feels compelled to answer it himself. “It's time to start sleeping with your windows closed.”

If leaving no riddles is still not enough, next time, he will make sure no flying pest slips through the cracks of his brilliant plan.

Originally posted on AO3 here -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20461700/chapters/61962691

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