#as if i hadn't 99+ drafts already

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: My excuse for writing this is that 99% of my problems would be solved if I were adopted by Vil and Rook, plus it's October so my mind automatically went to several different scenarios involving vampires, you know. Though in the original draft Epel would just kill the reader mercilessly, but I decided to spoil myself a little and made it platonic instead. I'm not sure if I'll do a Halloween event yet, let me know what y'all think about it please.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, platonic yandere, RookVi + Epel being their son, gn!reader, some randoms die, description of blood and members though it's not that explicit, reader gets surprised adopted, I think that's all. Let me know if I should add more warnings tho.

You never thought you would miss the sun and its gentle, joyful rays. You never thought you'd miss walking down busy streets and hearing people talking over each other, but in that moment you thought about all these completely mundane things as you ran as fast as your lungs would let you and your legs could carry you.

Whose idea was it to enter the abandoned mansion? You couldn't even remember anymore, panting, leaning on one of the walls to keep yourself upright. What mattered now was where you would escape and how, and if it was really possible. Your pursuers weren't exactly human as they did well to demonstrate by ripping out your friend's throat, laughing as the blood dripped from their fangs.

Maybe, you thought, heart pounding against your ears as you looked from side to side searching for one of the vampires, maybe I could break one of the windows and escape from here.

It wasn't a spectacular plan, but in your head filled with adrenaline and fear it made complete sense. There was no time for "what ifs", there was the here and now. And with that thought you forced yourself to walk once again, holding back the tears of grief and fear inside you, clinging to the futile hope that you would survive the night.

You opened one of the thousands of doors in that dimly lit hallway, biting your lip hard as you forced your eyes to see through the darkness in search of a window. But there was nothing there, no window, no bed or anything, just a very strange smell and the disconcerting sound of a clock.

The air around you seemed to change and you turned around feeling like something or someone had touched your shoulder. Your hand fumbled for the doorknob and you ran out faster than the devil running from the cross, leaving behind only a glimpse of blood and guts that you probably hadn't even noticed. But later perhaps you would understand.

The seconds dragged by, the blonde vampire's laugh still echoing in your mind as your friend asked for help, the expression on your other friends' faces frozen as they tried to escape. The look of disbelief on one of their faces as you abandoned him in order to save yourself.

You no longer knew how many doors you opened, how many exactly the same rooms you entered, how many times had you felt as if someone was watching your futile efforts to survive while silently laughing at your fearful humanity in the face of death. But you were already exhausted and your pursuers hadn't even found you yet - or, on the other hand, maybe they had but didn't want to kill you yet, like a cat playing with a mouse before ending its life.

In the distance, you saw a small silhouette. His lavender hair and almost angelic appearance would have made you trust him if you hadn't seen what he was capable of doing.

For a second, you thought he hadn't seen you and started to slowly walk away, praying that it was just a legend that vampires had super hearing. One foot behind the other, left then right. But then he looked at you, his little eyes seeming to sparkle and he laughed, loudly, extremely loudly.

Without thinking twice, you turned your back to where you had come, running as fast as you could across the little terrain you knew, every place memorized in your mind as you heard his approaching footsteps and cynical laughs. Every second passing like a cinematic scene in which the protagonist is chased by the killer in a generic horror film, everything jumbled together in your head as you panted and ran, and did it all over again.

You allowed yourself to look over your shoulder when everything went silent and the boy was no longer there. But even though you couldn't see him, you could hear him laughing and whispering something to someone else, to another vampire.

You were running too fast to stop when you reached the end of one of the hallways, crashing into one of the walls and sending a hanging mirror crashing to the floor, glass flying everywhere as you forced yourself to stand up and ignore the pain, quickly looking left and right to see where to go.

It makes a difference? You thought bitterly.

But you got back to your feet, tired, sweaty, in all your stupidity you raised your arms and screamed full of frustration. "I'm here, come kill me if you want, oh, mighty vampires."

Just silence and dark. You really felt like a mouse, searching for the cat's paws to avoid being crushed, searching for the cat's fangs to avoid being sucked to death, but the cat didn't seem to care about you enough. Or, initially that was what the feline wanted you to think, but footsteps were heard all around you, behind you, beside you, in front of you, you were surrounded and now they were really coming.

At least I'll punch one of them, you thought with a small smile.

"You're quite troublesome, mortal." A soft voice sounded in your ear, making you shiver all over and turn back to look for its owner. It was the same voice that announced their death to your friends, the same voice that in any other context would have made you smile, as it was a beautiful voice. "Swallow those tears, human, before I give you a reason to cry. Their deaths are your fault, your own death will be your fault for breaking into the home of the night lords and thinking such a transgression will go unpunished."

You touched your eyes and were surprised to notice small tears falling from your eyes, the vampire's words slowly resonating in your mind. It wasn't your idea to come here, but you didn't dissuade your friends even though you knew the legend that surrounded the house. Was it really your fault?

Fatigue seemed to finally be taking over your heavy bones, despite you trying with all your might to keep your concentration and hatred burning within you, despite you trying not to accept the fact that you would die that night.

"Do you practice this speech every day in front of the mirror?" You retorted, lips trembling as they curved into a wry smile.

A laugh. He was laughing at you like you were just a kid who was using the silliest insult they learned to offend people. "Is that the best you can imagine?"

You looked at him, tall, blond, wondering if such a freak had ever been human, wondering how someone could lose their morals so frivolously and take pleasure in killing and dismembering humans for fun. And you didn't answer him, biting your tongue hard to keep from shouting insults.

"Oh, but Roi du Poison, they're so cute." Another voice echoed, this time you felt a hand gently smoothing your hair with fingers so light you swore they were made of feathers, the pale face resting just above your shoulder, freezing you in the same second as the two of you made eye contact. "Can't we keep them instead?"

Rook still half hugging you, half enjoying the smell of your blood; his arms tightened around your waist as you tried to push him away with all the strength you could muster. Pushing and clawing his shoulders away, trying to kick him and fighting him.

But he felt like a block of concrete, motionless, hard and smiling so gently at you and your efforts. His hands continued twirling strands of your hair and drinking in your expression of discomfort, as if all this were normal.

"Yes please." The same boy from before asked, an excited gleam passing through his eyes as he looked from you to the other vampire. "You promised me I would have a little sibling."

Little sibling…?

If you hadn't had a vampire literally holding you so tenderly but firmly in that moment, his face resting on your neck, maybe you would have laughed and screamed that you wouldn't be the sibling of a murderer and that if you could you would kill them all with a stake. Or, anything sharp you had on hand.

But you held back, taking deep breaths, just waiting for the right moment to act. Maybe some of your other friends had managed to escape and would come back soon to help you.

The vampire, Vil, looked at your tired figure with attentive eyes. Excruciating moments passed in total silence, you being unable to hear your own heavy breathing or the way your heart beat as you waited.

You waited for his attack, for his mocking laugh. Your hands closed ready to hit the face of the first vampire who dared to try to bite you. It was foolish to think that this would do anything, if anything it would make them angry and kill you more slowly to see you suffer.

Vil looked at Rook, watching how he was intoxicated by the smell of your sweet blood and they both looked at each other, talking, arguing silently while Epel looked at his dads impatiently, shifting his weight from one leg to another, eager for an answer.

"Or you can let me go." You argued. "I promise I won't tell anyone anything."

But the three men completely ignored you, deaf to your suggestions and blind to your justified fear. Rook slowly released his tight grip on your waist and you felt as if you could breathe again, as if pressure had left your entire body, which was paralyzed.

"They're in your capable hands, son." Vil stated, hands resting on his hips as he looked at the boy.

Not so subtly, you move away from the reach of Rook's nimble arms, feeling exposed as all the vampires look at you. A different look; a look you don't give at your food, the bile in your stomach began to stir and you took a deep breath.

Epel, the youngest vampire, moved. His footsteps being so silent against the floorboards that if you took your eyes off him you wouldn't be able to see him approach.

"I was like you a long time ago," He murmured, baring his fangs in a small smile too intimidating to be casual. "but you don't need to be afraid, y'know"

"I don't kill people." You countered. "I'm not a monster like you."

Epel smiled once more, his eyes shining with recognition. "Every new vampire says that. I said that too and you say it now, but in the future you will kill, because that's what we do to survive."

One second he was in front of you and the next he was gone, leaving behind only a bad feeling of not knowing which side he would attack from. Rook and Vil watch the events unfold from a safe distance.

You forced your ears to work to their fullest, searching everywhere for him.

Suddenly, you heard him step on the shards of broken glass and you turned around, your closed fist making direct contact with his face. Epel staggered in surprise as if he didn't expect you to fight back, but soon he looked at you and smiled.

It was actually a dance, the way you dodged and tried to attack him. But the problem with dancing is that it requires good physical condition and you were running for a long time, running to get to that damn house and then running to try to escape the house, a false step took you to the ground in moments and Epel pressed his foot on your stomach keeping you pinned to the ground.

You continued to fight with all your might, but he was relentless. As immobile as Rook, so impossible to escape and face to face with your death, tears of anger and helplessness flowed from your eyes in abundance against your will.

You wouldn't be graced with death like your friends, but it would be a death all the same. A death without sunlight, destined to know that the people who care about you would be looking for you, looking for your body, without knowing what really happened that Halloween night.

"We'll have a lot of fun when you wake up, lil sib." He whispered, it was supposed to be something comforting, but it sounded extremely condescending.

Despite the difference in height between you and him, you felt smaller, much smaller in the face of the impotence and strength of that delirious look. "When you wake up I will show you the best plains, the best hunting places and you will understand everything from my perspective."

"I'll kill you when I wake up." You promised him, dryly, firmly.

And you don't break your promises.

Epel ignored your words as he knelt beside you, cold fingers holding your hands without much effort as his face moved closer and closer to your neck. His pink lips brushed against your skin.

"You fought well, but you must accept your defeat."

He bit your neck before you could retort, injecting his vampiric venom that would kill you in a few minutes, laying your body on the ground once again. The boy remained sitting next to you, watching every pained expression pass across your face and trying to remember if he reacted the same way.

A lot of time had passed and he couldn't remember. Soon, you wouldn't remember your unfounded fear either, soon, you and he could do what siblings do, whatever that is. For the past five hundred years he has been his dads' only child, but Epel likes to think he will make a good big brother to you.

"Sweet dreams, Yuu."

[fawning-f0r-you]

Dance with the Devil | Ch. 1 - WAKE UP

Chapter One | Chapter Two | WIP!!

A/N: Hi so ik it's been so long omg sorry about that but here is some nice fun fluff. I'll post the polished chapters on AO3 (once I get an account lol) but here you'll get the rough drafts to enjoy.

Content warnings: nothing graphic! It's fluff, no gore, nothin'

Summary: Evan Myers died in that forest, Vinnie soon to follow. But, suddenly he finds himself in his early thirties and married. Is this a trick by HABIT or is he living his next life?

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WAKE UP

"Evan?"

Evan blinked, snapping to reality. Well, he tried to. Truthfully, he was in such a distant world, a memory, he couldn't tell you the date or even his age. All but for a moment.

He focused his eyes, seeing a familiar face. One he hadn't seen in… God, five years? Has it really been that long to see her gilded brown eyes? Wait. Wait…

He stared a little more intently. The beauty remained, but there was hints of age. Smile lines, little wrinkles from joyous events. Her face had settled, the face she'll wear for most of her life until she begins to grey.

"J-Jessie?" Evan barely choked out, but tried to quickly recover and hide the waiver in his voice.

He glanced around for a moment. She was handing him a mug of coffee, the color close to his own skin tone. Evan didn't drink coffee. …Right?

He remembered he far more enjoyed the battery-acid taste of a Monster. Yet, on reflex, he took the cup and had a small sip. Instead of retching, it went down smooth. It felt… familiar?

Evan wracked his brain. He closed his eyes and focused on the last thing he could remember. Cold, unforgiving forest floor… a cry of frustration from the being of chaos as they slipped back into the cycle of rinse and repeat. His friend, or what he believed to be, bleeding out as his vision faded and his breathing slowed.

He was supposed to be dead. He is dead. He was dead.

However, as he also peeled back the layers, an entire separate life began to reveal itself. He's 32 now. Jessie Miller, or rather Jessie Myers, was his wife of almost a decade. She still ended their relationship after prom, but they soon reconciled after graduation as she revealed she only ended it due to the pressure from her father.

"He didn't want me ending up like you." he could remember her saying with a wince.

She had gone to college in New York City while he stayed back in Jersey, working odd jobs here and there. He scraped together money while living off of 99¢ noodle cups and his family's trailer to put a payment down on a house. Their house.

He remembered how he had proposed, well both times. The first time was on a regular date over pizza. He had given her a cheap and dainty ring, calling it a promise. I promise I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, I promise I'll do anything and everything I can, for you, Jessie. I'll make you happy. I'll provide. I promise I'll make you my girl. His greatest desire was to keep her comfortable. It wasn't a secret her family was well-off, upper middle class, and so she had a much more cushy life compared to him.

Little did he know, a few months after getting her master's degree, they had a little one on the way. That was the kick in the ass he needed. He put his nose to the nosegrind and went to trade school. It got him a job that paid better than any part-time seasonal gig could. He proposed, proper, kneeling with a diamond ring and everything, and they married that fall.

Hot tears stung the corner of his eyes as he quite literally watched his life flash before his eyes up to the current moment. It was such a radical juxtaposition to what hell he had just gone through.

…it was already starting to feel like a dream. No slenderman, no wolf-spider demon overtaking his body and killing everyone around him, and no…

No entering a secluded vacation home in Pennsylvania, seeing her blood paint the walls. Never having to rip a monster off of her, seeing her body, her flesh, in tatters. Never having to hold her in his arms, feeling her warmth evaporate. Never promising her everything was going to be alright as her wide eyes flooded with fear, knowing he was lying. He was a liar.

He blinked. Again.

Jessie's face had changed to an expression of concern rather than confusion. She asked the question again: "Evan?" Are you alright? What's the matter?

Evan shook his head and cleared his throat, drinking more of his coffee. It was exactly how he liked it. She had it memorized. His heart melted a little more, remembering that nugget of information. "Yes, honey, I'm… I'm alright. I didn't sleep well, it must be catching up to me."

Jessie's face softened as a smile crept across her lips. "I hope you're not too tired. Ashlynn has been begging to play in the snow with you all morning."

All morning?! "What time is it?" Evan asked with another sip, an attempt to hide the glance he stole at the clock. It was noon.

Jessie didn't get a chance to answer as a shrill, excited voice filled the kitchen, "Daddy!"

A little girl, only seven years old, barreled in and hugged his leg. She wore a cute maroon puffy coat with a cat-earred beanie and black gloves to match. It reminded him of something Jeff would wear back in the day.

Evan's breath caught in his throat. Ashlynn… his daughter.

"...I remember feeling her bones on my teeth…"

He scooped her up into his arms, hugging her tight. She returned the hug, her small arms wrapping around his neck. Evan buried his face into her coat. He broke. He started to cry, to sob.

Was this real? Is this just… another sick twisted trick by HABIT?

It certainly felt real. Just as real as The God Killer slicing his artery. Maybe… maybe this really was his next iteration. He was a father. He had succeeded. He married his highschool sweetheart and had his daughter. There was nothing more he could ask for.

"Daddy…?" His daughter's voice snapped him out of it. He could listen to her for the rest of time. He never wanted her to be quiet. Not only could he finally hold her, he could see her. Hear her. No monster had ripped her from the womb, no. She was born in a regular hospital under regular circumstances.

He sniffled, wiping his tears. "Sorry, angel, daddy just… Daddy loves you so much, okay? Daddy is always going to be there for you. Always." He gently set her down on her feet. "Now, can you go wait in the living room while daddy gets his boots on?"

"Okay!" Luckily, Ash wasn't old enough to really question her father.

Jessie on the other hand… She wore her heart on her sleeve. Of course she was concerned for her husband. "Evan, what's gotten into you? You've been… spacey." She gently leaned forward and wiped his tears away with her thumb.

Evan had to fight every nerve in his body screaming to jump, to flee, to flinch. "It's nothing, baby… I just. I've been having some nightmares recently. Not sleeping very well." Jessie bought the lie. It made his stomach twist into a knot lying to her, but how could he ever explain to her what had happened? What happened to him, to her, in a different time?

Jessie made her way around the kitchen island and Evan had to suppress his surprise. She was pregnant. Very pregnant. Seven months, three weeks, and four days to be exact. At least, that was how long medically, conception is not as empirical as doctors made it out to be. He had been counting the days.

Without even thinking, he stepped towards her. He wrapped her into a tight hug as he placed a palm on her round, full tummy. Another one. Another little one. His.

He peppered her face in kisses, not even halting as she burst into giggles. His heart overflowed with joy and love. He finally had everything he could ever want. For a moment, he forgot to consider where his other loved ones were. Stephanie, Jeff, Vinnie…

For now, they could wait. For the first time, Evan Myers was going to be selfish.

Chapter Two

[fayesdiary]

10, 17, 21

10) A character you find underrated?

I really like Valbar! He's a really wholesome man despite his initial motivation being revenge, is absolutely busted if you reclass him, is definitely the second dad of Celica's Pligrimage along with Saber and the implication he might have been the third lord alongside Alm and Celica in some early draft of Gaiden makes me really curious about what his role would have been👀

17) How did you get into Fire Emblem?

Ok, this is a long story.

While the first time I saw an FE character was Marth and Ike in SSBB, I didn't pay much attention to them.

My first actual experience with Fire Emblem was watching this italian Let's Play of Path of Radiance by Letal, back when I was in middle school, and boy I had a blast.

I became obsessed with the game, the story, the world of Tellius, the charcters (especially because the let's play gave characters funny comments while they were in battle and other small funny edits, like Makalov having this theme from Punch-Out Wii whenever he entered a fight because he gave him a Russian accent)

Needless to say, I wanted more.

So eventually I got a totally legit copy of Radiant Dawn and played it on my definitely not modified Wii, and while it took a long time to finish I was even more hooked.

Some really fond memories I have are losing my shit over how much the battle animations had improved, internally screaming when the Greil Mercenaries showed up and getting torn apart in the latter half of Part 3!

Don't remember much of what happened after, but eventually I wound up on the Fire Emblem subreddit, some time after Fates was released.

I wouldn't play the 3DS games until last year, but I still lurked on the place, looked at the fanart and listened at what people had to say.

...which most of the time in hindsight was constant nitpicking, arguing over which era of FE is the best, and of course, the "Fates bad" circlejerk that never really stopped but was at its peak in this era. (And while I kinda passively joined the circlejerk at the time, at the same time the game and the world couldn't stop grabbing my curiosity and I'd constantly read and see more about it)

I did play FE8 and FE7(i think?) during this period though. Didn't hook me as much as the Tellius games did, though. In general, my interest in the series was fading a bit.

But then, Heroes came out and I started playing it, and that rekindled my love for the series, not to mention introduce me to a lot of characters I had no idea they existed! (and yes, I was on the FEH subreddit too, but 99% lurking)

It sparked my curiosity enough to even get me to play FE4, especially since it was one of the games most praised by the community!

Oh, and then a certain game came out on the 3DS. I actually wound up playing it some months after it released because my friend let me borrow her 3DS, and it became my biggest FE obsession surpassing even Tellius!

The game's title, of course, was Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia, and it's still my favorite FE game and one of my favorite games in general.

Eventually I'd quit Heroes forever, at first because I needed the time to prepare for my high school finals and that game was really starting to take too much of it and then permanently when I realized just how little fun the game was getting for me.

Likewise, I ended up quitting the FE subreddits too. At first it was just because Three Houses was coming out and I didn't want to get spoiled, but then eventually that too became a permanent leave, mostly because as I said before, the main FE subreddit was getting a bit too obnoxious for my taste and I hadn't played FEH in a long time.

Heck, eventually I wound up deleting my Reddit account outright because I realized I was going there just to deliberately get angry to avoid getting bored.

And then... there are the last few years.

While I already was on Tumblr for a few years on my main blog (again, passively), was following a few FE blogs and even contributed to one of them by writing some supports... one day, I had the idea for this blog. And eventually, I decided to go for it and it became a thing.

Originally it was just meant to be a place where I discussed FE and posted my theories, analysis and writings, but then it turned into.. whatever this is😅 Don't regret a thing, though. This is the best place I made for myself as an online community in general, let alone FE! It's like my own well-decorated corner of a wall!

In this past year, now that I had a 3DS I totally didn't modify as well, I finally played Awakening and Fates for myself!

...And Shadow Dragon too, I guess.

I still have a lot of games left I want to play (and that's just from the mainline series, don't even get me started on the Kaga emblemlikes, hacks or other fangames), so this story is far from over!

21) Any rarepairs/crack ships you have?

The main two involve Faye, and are Faye/Celica and Faye/Rinea!

I love both pairings a very normal amount *lying* Even wrote a fic for the latter!

[mourning-again-in-america]

took a break on hart & wechsler after going through the cases following on to bivens (having been published in 97, the book was rather optimistic about judge-created causes of action having their origin implicit in the bill of rights; how ironic!); turns out the conlaw casebook i picked up was actually quite recent and had bray & baude coauthoring!

i'm 10% in, but the cases have all been great, meaty questions; not of the origins of particular rights or balancing tests, but about the overall structure of the federal government and when & how it is appropriate for the federal courts to intervene

the first case that caught my eye was the harriet miers case, a bush admin who refused to testify before congress citing "absolute immunity" even after issuance of subpoena and referral of contempt of congress charges to the DOJ -- much more important than it may have seemed at the time, after the Trump subpoena cases (I'm still mad about Judge Rao's argument that impeachment proceedings need to be brought in order for the judiciary to declare a subpoena valid if the subpoena would allege wrongdoing by the President)

the second case is interesting, but isn't really in my interest -- the legislative veto case. i'm not sure if it's right but i don't really care if it's wrong >.>

the line-item veto case, however, is really interesting to me, because it's an interesting alternative mode of government that i'm not sure is foreclosed by the constitution but sure seems really weird.

an argument in favor of the line-item veto: suppose Congress passes a law saying that the President, in the absence of any text to the contrary in a bill, may decrease any monetary figures in said bill to 50% of what is printed, or any number in-between

this has most of the features of the line-item veto law; there is nothing passed in the law that Congress hadn't seen & authorized*, it fits within the usual delegations of power that Congress makes on a case-by-case basis, and there's some bullshit policy argument for why it's Good, Actually.

i THINK the constitutionality of such a law should rise and fall with the constitutionality of the line-item veto act, whatever a person's thoughts on the results might be.

it SEEMS obvious to me that if you adjust the figure to 99%, it isn't obviously constitutional except in an obscenely formalistic way (which I might go in for!)

it also seems obvious to me that if you adjust the figure to 0% it might be more unconstitutional than the line-item veto act.

but WHERE'S THE LINE BETWEEN THE TWO? gah.

to anyone who thinks that the line-item veto act is an unqualified good, consider the following: suppose Congress passes a law saying that, within 7 days of the passage of any law, the Executive may make any alteration of up to 100 words to the law, intending to correct a scrivener's error in the drafting of the law**, and shall have the force of law until reversed, the reversal of which shall happen after 30 days of the alteration, and a resolution to give an up or down vote on the alteration shall be fast-tracked in both the houses.

this seems like something that will be useful from time to time, but opens the doors to constitutional crisis FAR too easily for me to go along with, and I think this sort of act is the sort of which Kennedy thought would be enabled by the endorsement of the line-item veto act by the Supreme Court.

then again, who knows the mind of Anthony Kennedy.

*: this assumes that if Congress would go in for a pound, they would go in for a half-pound; this may not be the case but given how odd this case already is, so being in Wonderland, I won't be too put off by a cat with too many teeth

**: this comes from a story i think from Baude on Divided Argument, where Congress passed a law which has a filing period that should obviously have been up to 7 days after some action had occurred, but instead said AFTER 7 days after the action had occurred (and not giving a limit on the maximal time that may be taken to file the form in question). and some very textualist courts looked at the statute and said "Yes, I know, obviously it seems that Congress meant something else. but the text is what the text says."

[lale-txt]

💝 One Piece men and how they would realize they have a big fat crush on you (PART 3 - Whitebeard crew edition)

[part 1 w/ Law, Zoro, Shanks & Smoker] [part 2 w/ Sanji, Sabo, Kid & Rayleigh]

Ace:

Ace and love, well - it's complicated

growing up he had a hard time believing that he was worthy of love, let alone being able to love and care deeply

which is probably why the realization that he has fallen for you hit him like a truck late at night, when it's just the two of you hanging out on deck

a soft "i'm so glad that i met you" would slip out from your lips and Ace's would feel his face burning despite him being able to literally turn into fire

he would pat your head or something (wondering how one's hair could feel so soft) with a big grin, playing it cool as if his heart wasn't racing at the speed of light right now

Ace would consult with his Council of Elders (Marco, Izou, and Thatch who did not agree with that name) about his newly discovered feelings for you and of course they would root for him to confess ("ah, young love!")

which he will do in the most feral way, like blurting it out when you just got mad over a stolen ice cream or when you're both on cleaning duty ("hand me that broom, please?" "i love you." *bonks you with the broom*)

Izou:

Izou would be over the moon when you ask him for help with your makeup

inviting you into his cabin felt a bit strange at first but not in a bad way, more like something familiar, as if this was were you belonged anyway

when you took a seat in front of his mirror, investigating the different tins and utensils, Izou couldn't help but smile widely

sitting in front of you, he takes you face into one hand, gently tilting it in different angles, thinking about how nice it would be to kiss you on the spot

WAIT did he just think about kissing

calming himself while roaming through different shades of lipstick (you just know he has the range), he would find the perfect one for you

scooting a little closer to you, he would notice just how long your lashes are and how his heart was now beating in a different drum

Izou would place his thumb on your lips when applying the lipstick, just to die inside when you accidentally (or not) give it a little lick ("it was just a reflex, sorry" "what kind of reflex would that be??")

better prepare to be dolled up forever now because this man just found his favorite canvas

Marco:

Marco is a night owl and so are you, both finding peace when everone else was asleep

he would always smile when he saw candle light flickering from the library, knowing he would find you there huddled up in a big armchair

if you're awake, he would say good night to you in a low voice; if you fell asleep over your book he would gently take it out of your hands (placing a bookmark of course) and throw a warm blanket over you, not wanting to wake you up

in return you would also sneak into the infirmary sometimes, bringing him either tea or a cold towel for his tired eyes. you would always stay around, watching him sigh in relief with his legs up, buttons of his shirt loose, smiling whenever you were talking about your current obsession ("yeah, i'm really into bird watching at the moment")

so whenever there was a knock at his door, Marco was hoping it was you, only you

it's no surprise when one day a big armchair will be moved into the infirmary just for you, so the two of you can always be together by night (and day, because honestly, why should he ever leave your side again?)

Thatch:

if you're a foodie, congratulations for making Thatch fall for you

you won't even need to activate the puppy eyes™ to get your favorite meal, your plate will always be full

Thatch would find you raiding his kitchen for a midnight snack but instead of shooing you away like everyone else, he would allow you a seat on the kitchen counter while he prepares a little something for you

and he would get SO nervous with you watching him cook

like this man has been cooking his whole life and yet he would get flustered when you sneak a bite and compliment him, standing awfully close next to him

Thatch's happiest moments throughout the day will be when you pop into his kitchen, just keeping him company or munching the leftovers before anyone else can (needless to say he would threaten everyone with a knife who dares to touch the meals he saved especially for you)

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𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝, 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝟏.𝟎𝟐 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Standard The 100 Warnings! It's a violent and heavy show and that will be represented in here x

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: The ground was toxic. That's what they'd told you all your life. Now you find yourself falling from the sky, and learning to survive on the ground with 99 other delinquents and 1 fake guard wasn't going to be easy.

𝐀/𝐍: Thank you everyone here and on AO3 for the support in this! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and let me know if you'd like a taglist made, and if you'd like to join it <3

Also, this was supposed to be way longer and detailed, and then my laptop crashes, completely deleting the draft! So I had to rewrite it and I was exhausted and just wanting it to be done, so if this lacks any detail or features I'm so sorry, blame my ancient macbook :(

You startle yourself awake at the loud clang of metal on metal.

Eyes fluttering open, you peer towards the hatch to see a young guy, Miller, you think his name is, poke his head through and glance at you.

"Here to bail me out?" You ask sarcastically.

All night you had been thinking of what you were going to do to Bellamy when he finally opened that door and you got your hands on him; the possibilities had been endless.

What you hadn't been expecting was for him to be a coward and send one of his boys to do it instead.

Miller chuckles, surprising you before his smile drops.

"C'mon. Clarke and the others are due back soon. You should be there to greet them."

"Bellamy said that?" You ask with a snort.

"No, but I did." He smiles at you again briefly before gesturing for you to follow him down the hatch.

"Miller, right?" You ask when the two of you drop down onto the lower level.

"Yeah." He nods. "And I've heard all about you."

"All good things?"

"Of course." He says, giving you a look as if to say it should've been obvious. He's joking of course, between Bellamy's dislike towards you and the reputation you earned yourself in the sky box, no one heard good things about you.

"So what did Bellamy want with Wells last night?" You ask Miller as you step into the morning air, the camp already alive and active around you. Particularly the spot right in front of you where Wells and a very shirtless Bellamy were staring each other down.

"His wristband." Miller mutters to you as the two of you make your way to where they stand just in time to hear Bellamy speak as he holds up a shirt.

"You want it back? Take it." He says as the two of them continue to stare, neither wanting to back down.

Eventually Wells caves, throwing the clothes of the deceased boys behind him as people rush out in a flurry, scrambling to whatever they can get their hands on.

"Is this what you want?" Wells asks, gesturing to the scene behind him. "Chaos?"

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy shrugs and you scoff.

"Oh shut it Blake." You say, your eyes lingering on his torso for half a second before making their way up to his eyes. "If you weren't afraid of chaos you wouldn't have locked me up last night in the drop ship."

Something stirrs in his eyes but you ignore it.

Suddenly a girl screams, and you all jump into gear. Bellamy yanks his shirt over his head as you rush towards the screams, finding Murphy dangling a girl dangerously close to the fire, panic and fear written all over her face.

"Check it out Bellamy." Murphy says, glancing up as you approach. "Want the Earth to think we're dying? Let's make them suffer a bit first."

"You're sick." You spit to him, noticing that he seemed genuinely proud of his plan.

Wells rushes forward, shoving Murphy back with a yell, giving the girl a chance to escape.

She scrambles away, afraid as Bellamy surveys the scene in front of him.

"You can stop this."

Bellamy looks between the two boys suspiciously before he speaks. "Stop this? I'm just getting started."

As soon as the words leave his mouth Murphy swings at him, knocking him to the ground.

You tense up as you watch the fight break out between them, exchanging kicks and punches. You can hear the violent sound of flesh against flesh, along with their grunts and groans as they end up on the ground, each trying to get the upper hand in the power struggle.

Wells finally gets on top, smashing Murphy into the ground before he punches his face relentlessly until he's satisfied with the limp state he leaves him in.

"Don't you see you can control this?" Wells asks as he stands, out of breath.

You aren't watching him though.

Instead, your eyes are trained on Murphy as he rises to his feet, knife gripped tightly in his hand as he stalks toward Wells threateningly, a twisted smile on his face.

"Wait!" Bellamy says, putting a hand on Murphy's chest to stop him, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, Bellamy was going to break it up.

Only, he doesn't.

Instead, he pulls a knife from his pocket and throws it on the ground in front of Wells. "Fair fight."

"Are you kidding me?" You ask him, but he ignores you as he watches the two opponents, circling each other until Murphy finally lashes out, cutting Wells across the shoulder, grunting. "Bellamy do something!"

"This is for my father!" Murphy yells, running towards Wells for a second shot, but he's ready for it.

He wrestles Murphy into a head lock, his knife pressed to his throat threateningly when a voice rings out through the camp.

"Wells! Let him go!" Clarke calls out, rushing towards you all.

Wells shoves the bruised and bloodied Murphy away from him, only for him to turn and try to run again.

"Hey! Enough Murphy." Bellamy says, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders. "It's over."

He instantly leaves Murphy though as his eyes land on his baby sister, who was limping and clearly injured as she made her way down the hill with Monty by her side.

"Octavia! Are you ok?" He asks, concerned. He quickly positions himself at her side, helping her down the hill.

"Yeah." She answers with an unconvincing wince.

He releases her and you rush to her side as he approaches Clarke.

She leans against you gratefully as you wrap your arm around her waist to try and keep her stable. "Thanks." She grits out.

"Where's the food?" Bellamy asks Clarke.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather." Finn answers his question for her.

"Then what the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked." Clarke says, clearly shaken up by it.

"Attacked? By what?"

"Not by what. By who." Finn says cryptically as everyone listens, anxious. "Turns out, when the last man from the ground on the Ark died, he wasn't the last grounder."

"It's true." Clarke says, backing him up. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here. Survivors."

"The good news is, that means we can survive." She continues. "Radiation won't kill us."

"I'm guessing the bad news is that the grounders will?" You ask and she nods at you. You feel Octavia clutch you a little tighter.

"Where's Jasper?" You ask, almost not wanting to hear the answer.

"Jasper was hit." Clarke says with a solemn expression. "They took him."

As her eyes cast to the ground though something catches her eye and her hand flies out, gripping onto Wells' wrist.

"Where's your wristband?"

Wells snatches it back from her, glaring at Bellamy. "Ask him."

Instead of chewing out Bellamy like you expected her to, she turns to you.

"You were supposed to protect him!"

"He locked me in the dropship!" You defend yourself, pointing at Bellamy who looks just about done with all of you as Clarke marches up to him.

"You locked her up?" She asks, royally pissed. "Her first night on Earth, and while everyone else gets to sleep beneath the stars, feel the wind on their faces, you lock Y/n in the dropship? She was supposed to die today Bellamy!" Clarke yells, as if something in her snapped. "My best friend was supposed to die, and then she was freed. She is free, and you stole that! You took her first night from her!"

"Clarke." You say, stepping forward and placing a hand on her arm. "It's ok."

She shakes her head and breathes slowly, letting her anger dissipate before she asks calmly.

"How many wristbands?"

"Twenty four and counting." Murphy says proudly and she nearly gasps.

"You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here! They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us." All eyes are on her as she speaks.

"We're stronger than you think." Bellamy says, addressing the crowd. "Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves! That wristband on your arm, makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes, I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors. The grounders should worry about us!"

The crowd cheers, riled up from his speech and as much as you dislike him you can't deny that he knows how to get in their heads with his words.

Clarke rolls her eyes, storming off as Wells follows.

Sighing, you lead Octavia down to a log, promising her to return with something to clean her leg with.

You and Bellamy lock eyes briefly as you make your way back to the dropship, but you ignore it.

Clarke was right.

He had robbed you of your first night of freedom. He had shoved you right back into those gray walls you had been staring at for the past two years of your life.

You hated Bellamy Blake.

~

"Eugh." Octavia shudders as Bellamy cleans her wound, gripping your hand as you stood behind her.

If Bellamy noticed the way you were glaring daggers at him he didn't say anything. His sister had his undivided attention right now.

Said sister was the only reason you were standing this close to him without arguing about one thing or another right now as her hand clutched yours for comfort.

"What the hell was it?" Bellamy asks, peering up at her with chocolate brown eyes.

"I don't know. The others said it looked like a giant snake."

"Cute." You mumble, ignoring the glare you receive from Bellamy.

"You could've been killed."

"She would've been." Clarke says, approaching. "Jasper managed to pull her out before it could."

"You guys leaving? I'm coming too." Octavia tries to push herself off the log.

"Same here." You say but Bellamy has other ideas.

"No, no, no way. Not again." Bellamy pushes his sister back to her seat.

"He's right." You say as you squeeze her shoulder. "You'll only slow us down with your leg."

"Who says you're coming?" Bellamy asks, surprising you.

"I am not being on babysitting duty again." You beg and Clarke nods.

"Y/n comes. I'm here for you though."

Bellamy turns to look at her.

"I hear you have a gun?"

He lifts his shirt, revealing a pistol tucked into his waist band.

"Good. Follow me."

She says, turning to leave when he calls out.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you want them to follow you." She tilts her head to the camp. "And right now they only think one of us is scared."

She knows she's won him over and starts to walk again.

"Murphy. Come with me. Atom, my sister doesn't leave this camp, is that clear?"

Atom nods.

"I don't need a babysitter."

"Anybody touches her, they answer to me."

~

You're all silent as you move through the woods, trying to keep up with Clarke's relentless pace.

"Why the rush?" Bellamy asks. "It's not like you survive a spear to the heart."

"Jasper screamed when they moved him." Clarke stops to explain. "If the spear struck his heart he'd have died instantly. We can't afford to waste time."

Bellamy surprises everyone as his hand surges forward to grab Clarke's wrist.

"As soon as this comes off, we can go."

She yanks her hand back. "Listen, the only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead, is if I'm actually dead. Got it?"

Bellamy exchanges a look with Murphy and smirks smugly. "Brave princess."

"Why don't you find your own nickname?" A voice comes from the woods and you all turn to see Finn approach. "You call this a rescue party? We gotta split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me."

The two of them head off by themselves, leaving you, Wells, Murphy and Bellamy alone in the small clearing.

"Wells." You say, catching his attention as you pull a knife from your boot and hand it to him. "Take Murphy. Don't let him do anything stupid. Bellamy, you're with me."

Murphy opens his mouth to protest but Bellamy interrupts him, never taking his eyes from yours. "Go, Murphy."

The two of them leave begrudgingly, leaving only you and Bellamy together. You take a step back putting some distance between the two of you as he smirks.

"If you wanted to be alone with me all you had to do was ask."

"I don't exactly trust you and Murphy together Blake, and I still have to yell at you for locking me up."

He doesn't say anything, keeping his jaw clenched tightly as you continue.

"You give all these great big speeches about how different it is down here to the Ark, about how you're looking out for our people. Guess what Bellamy? We're all your people. Me, Wells, Clarke. We're your people even if we disagree with you, because we are all each other has down here. And what do you do? You shove me into the dropship all night long just because I disagreed with you. I am your people Bellamy, and you still did that. You're not better than Jaha."

He lets out a sigh when you're finished, and you honestly don't know what to expect from him. It certainly isn't an apology.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were eighteen today, how important last night was for you whether it was down here or up there."

"I was going to die today Bellamy." You say, and you swear you hear your voice crack. "I would've been floated by now, but I got a second chance. I just made the cutoff. What if I hadn't?"

"Y/n-" He tries to say something but you walk off, wiping a stray tear and hoping he hadn't noticed.

"C'mon Blake. We have ground to cover.

~

"How do we know this is the right way?" Murphy asks as all six of you walk along a bank of rocks.

You had all regrouped after Finn and Clarke found a trail.

"We don't." Bellamy says. "Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker."

"It's called cutting sign." Wells rolls his eyes. "Fourth year Earth Skills. He's good."

You tune out to their banter as you follow the group, your arms wrapped around yourself as you thought of your words from earlier.

What would've happened if you didn't make the cutoff? If they'd waited just another twenty four hours to launch the ship. You wouldn't be here. You'd be dead.

A loud moan sounds out, causing everyone's heads to whip around.

"Now would be a good time to get your gun." Clarke says to Bellamy as you all rush towards the sound, praying that he was ok.

The sight in front of you when you arrive is horrific; Jasper, alive and dripping with blood, strung up to a tree with vines that intertwined and snaked around his waist.

"Oh my god." You breathe out and rush forwards.

"What the hell is this?" Bellamy asks from beside you as you walks.

Suddenly the ground beneath you drops and a gasp escapes your lips as you tumble into a trap, a hand reaching out to grab a hold of you as you dangle just inches away from being impaled on stakes that were sticking out of the ground.

You look up at the person who had grabbed you and you see Bellamy, his hand gripping your wrist with such vigor you were sure it would bruise. He didn't move though; holding you suspended over the spikes.

"Bellamy!" You yell. "Pull me up."

He finally snaps into action pulling you up with both hands as Finn, Wells and even Murphy lean down as well, helping to bring you back to the surface.

You land with a thud and let out a shuddering breath.

"Y/n?" Clarke asks, rushing towards you as you push yourself up. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." You mutter, not trusting your voice. "How do we get Jasper down?"

"I'll cut the vines." Finn says. "Murphy will help. You four stay down here and watch him." He gestures at Bellamy who stands behind you.

"There's a poultice on his wound." Clarke observes as Murphy and Finn get to work.

"Medicine? Why would they be caring for him if they're stringing him up like this for bait?"

"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes it's dinner breathing." Bellamy suggests but you shake your head.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us."

It's a scary thought as you all wait around on edge as the vines are slowly cut one by one.

You turn to Bellamy behind you, surprised to find him already watching you.

"Thank you." You say quietly. "For catching me."

"You weren't supposed to die today." He answers bluntly, as if it meant nothing. "You got your second chance and I'm gonna make sure you keep it."

Something inside of you stirs but you ignore it.

"Well I appreciate it, but I do still hate you." You say with a small smile.

"What happened to being one of my people?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I have to keep it interesting for you somehow, don't I?"

He doesn't get the chance to respond as a low growl echos throughout the field.

"What the hell was that?" Someone asks as your eyes quickly dance over your surroundings.

"Grounders?"

You shake your head and point to where you see a black beast crouched down in a clearing, watching you all intently.

It runs at you all, it's legs carrying it swiftly as it crosses the distance to you faster than you ever thought an animal was capable of running.

"Bellamy! Gun!" Clarke's worried voice calls out and you take a step back, frightened.

You watch him go to his waistband only to find it missing.

Suddenly a shot rings out from behind you and you turn to see Wells holding up the gun, shooting at the animal.

It ducks off to the side and you lose sight of it, everyone on high alert as the field goes dead quiet, waiting for it to pounce and show itself again.

The bushes in front of you and Bellamy rustle and fear grips your heart.

"Bellamy I can't cheat death three times in a row, ok?" You say, trying to crack a joke but your wavering voice gives you away.

"Yes you can." He says determined as he keeps his eyes trained on the bushes.

Suddenly a roar comes from behind you and you jump as you turn and see it crashing through the air, only for a shot to ring out and knock it to the ground with ease.

You breathe heavily, looking down at the panther in front of you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and look up to meet Bellamy's eyes.

"Three times in a row, huh Lucky?"

Oddly enough, you don't cringe at the nickname.

"Let's hope I don't have to worry about a fourth." You smile. "Looks like we're eating well tonight."

~

The fire crackles and dances, casting eerie shadows over the faces of everyone standing in the line to get their wristbands removed in exchange for a piece of the meat.

Bellamy's eyes meet yours across the fire and he tilts his head gesturing for you to come over. You do as he asks, feeling the warmth of the fire the closer you get until you're standing beside it, next to Bellamy.

"You should eat Lucky." He says, looking at you expectantly. "Cheating death three times in one day has to be exhausting."

"Oh it is." You nod. "But I'm not taking off my wristband."

He scoffs. "Why? Why do you want to help the people who were going to kill you today?"

You turn your head to look at him. "I don't. But like I said, I have to keep it interesting for you somehow, don't I?"

He rolls his eyes at you but still leans over the fire, picking a skewer of meat off and handing it to you.

"That you do."

Thank you to everyone who has reblogged this or liked it, it really means the world <3

Also I absolutely did not proofread this but yolo lmao

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 9

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word count: 2,756

Warnings: Cursing

A/N:

Oh dear lord I'm slow at getting these out. Life's been kickin' my ass lately. But thank you to everyone who's been giving me feedback on my stuff, I really love to hear from you guys!

Taglist: 

(So sorry, I forgot when I originally posted!) 

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@witch-o-memes​

Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Two months. You've been "missing" for two months now. The days flew by, your time occupied by quirk training Shigaraki insisted on but never told you why. The times you tried to ask he'd brush it off, or say something like:

"So you don’t throw another fit." His words were harsh but he said them with a flat and bored tone. Like it was a poorly acted line.

So now you had better control. You could move things on command, you knew basic combat, you certainly knew how to kick Dabi's ass by now, that didn't take too long. You were being allowed more and more freedom. Even allowed to leave for a convenience store runs with Toga once or twice. No one policed you, told you what you could and could not do anymore. You could have easily ran away by now. You supposed they really didn't need you either. For their plan to work all they would need was some blood and Toga could easily pass as you.

That idea sent a shiver down your spine. You're sure Shigaraki has thought of that already, so why hadn't he? Why was he training you? Would he use your quirk against the heroes in some way? Was he grooming you to turn and fight your father? You wouldn't. No matter what you wouldn't fight your father. Would you? You shook yourself of this thought as you walked down the ally to the back door of the hide out.

Toga unlocked the door and you stepped in, greeted by a dark and dingy back room. You made your way through the dark halls, following closely behind her as she led you up the stairs that finally led to the parts of the building with power. Soon you found yourself walking to the familiar living space where a few people rested. Dabi laid himself out on one of the couches, Spinner sat fiddling with his burner phone, and Twice had started yelling at the TV before you arrived.

"Luuuunch!" Toga shouted. Toga was often used as the errand girl, she brought back necessary supplies, oftentimes food. Today Toga asked you to tag along and help out, and there wasn't a single objection to the hostage going out on the town. You sat the heavy bags down on the coffee table, taking out the contents as you spoke.

"Where are the others?" You asked.

"Mr. Compress was sent on an errand of his own. And Shigaraki's probably pouting in his room. He'll come out when he's hungry." Dabi groaned as he took his meal from your hand.

"Oh. I'll just bring it to him." You said, absent-minded. All eyes turned to you, looking confused and shocked. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing! It's just-"

"He doesn't like to be disturbed." Toga and Twice spoke. You paused and looked at the box in your hand. It would get cold if he didn't eat soon, and besides, none of you had had much to eat lately, you were sure he was hungry. You knew you were.

"I'll just leave it at the door and knock. It'll get cold and then he'll be in an even worse mood." You told them. They watched you turn and walk up the stairs to his "room". You stood in front of the door, with such thin walls you could hear furious typing on the other side. Loud clicking of a mouse, and the sound of a computer's fan. You took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door. Suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped, followed by a bark.

"What!?"

"Foods here." You called back. You heard footsteps on the other side growing louder and louder until the door flew open. You stared up at the tall man as he looked down on you. His hair hung over his face, his eyes hardly visible. Your heart rate quickened the longer you looked at him. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Give it to me." He held out his hand, his pinky holding out in preparation to receive the box.

"You said you liked spice stuff, right?" You asked as you placed it in his hand.

"Yeah."

"We got you their spicy special. I hope it's not too much. The sign said 'caution' on it." He scoffed at you, turning the box and looking at the writing on it. He fell very quiet. Inspecting the box, you suddenly worried that something was wrong with it. That maybe you'd messed up somehow. But before your anxiety could reach its peak-

"Thank you." His voice was low and soft. You could hardly hear him. Then before you could respond he closed the door and left you alone again. Did he really say that? You never heard him say that to anyone. Granted, you hardly knew him but still, the way he said it, it made you feel... special in some way. You shook yourself from your train of thought and shuffled down the hallway, pausing when you heard movement and the door to Shigaraki's room open. You froze.

"Wait a minute." He barked. You turned too look at him. He hung out of the doorway to stare at you.

"W-What?" You asked. Shigaraki had a way of making people feel like they were in trouble. His ability to easily become an authority figure was something you were beginning to understand now.

"You...went out?" You nodded. He paused and looked away, his eyes shifting as the gears spun in his head. He turned back into his room as he spoke, "come here for a second." He asked. You slowly made your way to his room, the door left wide for you to peak inside. A dark room lit by portable light fixtures and a laptop computer which sat on an old desk. A cot thrown to the corner covered by the same old and tattered blankets the rest of you had.

"Am I... in trouble?" You croaked.

"What? No. Close the door behind you, you'll let in a draft." He ordered, seeming genuinely confused by your question. You closed the door behind you, leaving you completely alone with him in his space. Your heart raced.

You watched him turn and look up at the wall which he had decorated with plans. Pictures of heroes and villains cut out and pinned. Newspaper clippings, printed out articles and research essays. He was planning something, but what it was was difficult to determine. You did notice however, a cut out of an empty figure with your name on it pinned to the center of it all. You stared at it for a second before he broke you from your train of thought.

"Well?"

"Huh!?"

"What do you think?" He asked. His attention turned to his meal, he picked at it, taking a few bites.

"Of what?"

"...the plan." You looked back at the wall, puzzled you tried your best to gain any sort of information from it. Only being able to find bits and pieces. You knew it involved you, your father, and the take down of hero society. A cut out piece of article said something about the rise of villains, that more and more people were turning to villain work. How those rates have a correlation with classes. You slowly turned back to look at him.

"I'm sorry you're gonna have to explain this to me." You told him. He rolled his eyes and stood, directing his attention to his work as he spoke.

"This is the second part of the plan."

"What was the first?"

"Taking you as a hostage."

"Right. But, didn't you say the plan was to expose the heroes after they weren't able to rescue me and not only expose the faulty heroes but also my father as a neglectful and flawed individual not worthy of the hero title?" He paused.

"Yes."

"But that didn't go as planned."

"....."

"Didn't you say something about making a video to broadcast outing myself as All Might's daughter and causing panic? What happened to that plan?"

"It became leverage. If they attempt to come for you, then we'll go with that. But if we do that now, they'll come for you now and we'll be forced to fight."

"Isn't a fight...a good thing? You'd get news coverage and You'd no doubt gain supporters."

"Normally it would. But a fight isn't what we need right now. The heroes have us surrounded. If we make any move at all, we're in their hands. We won't be able to win."

"Not even with your quirk? Couldn't you-"

"Not with everyone here. As strong as I've gotten, I'm not strong enough to keep them from getting swept up and dusted too."

"Right."

"We're in a tight spot. One wrong move and we'll be wiped out."

"What about your supporters? Couldn't you get help from the outside."

"I could, but the heroes would see it coming. They have our signal tapped. Any sort of communication has to be verbal or written."

"Homing pigeon?" You offered. It made him smirk.

"Right now we're like a fox trapped in its own hole by hunters."

"So... we dig?" That made him smile, wide.

"Dig. If we could smuggle ourselves out of the city, we could reach a clear spot where we can call for backup to get us."

"Why not send one person to smuggle themselves out? Toga could easily disguise herself and leave."

"They have a barrier."

"What?"

"Part of the city is closed off until further notice. They know exactly where we are. If one gets out, they won't hesitate to come for all of us. We all have to get out at once and they can't notice until it's too late."

"But how the hell are you gonna do that?" His smile widened. He looked truly excited and happy. For the first time you saw your capture seem truly excited about something.

"We have a few secret recruits in the city. Spies." He turned his attention back to his meal box, reaching in to pull out the inner box that held the food, to reveal a piece of paper sitting underneath in the flimsy take out box. "I didn't know they were letting you out of the base now." He spoke as he opened and read the note within the box.

"I thought, you knew. I thought you were the one that said I could. Dabi said it was fine." He read the note and stood to pin it up on the wall before speaking.

"I've been too busy with this to worry about you. You shouldn't believe everything that Dabi says. I told him to make sure you just don't have another episode and cause a scene before we leave. I thought assigning him babysitting duty would keep him busy." He chuckled. "There's just one thing I don't understand." He turned back to you. "Why didn't you leave?"

"I...I..."

"You had the opportunity, but you're still here. Why?" You froze. Why? Why didn't you run?

"I was scared I'd be killed." You lied. He laughed at you.

"Don't lie to me. You lost that fear a long time ago. You know that's not true. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you a long time ago."

"You've kept me alive to use me as bate. To, to expose the truth." You argued.

"With Toga, we wouldn't need to." You swallowed hard. You knew he had thought about this.

"I'll tell you why I stayed, if you tell me why you've been training me." He scoffed.

"To keep you busy, to keep you from having another episode."

"That doesn't make sense. You could have drugged me, killed me, you said it yourself. But you kept me alive, you kept me busy. You could have kept me on my meds, unable to use it at all but you insisted I learn my quirk. You trained me yourself. Why?" His smile faded and his expression became dark.

"I asked you first." He growled. You looked away from him and thought for a moment before gaining the strength to answer. You knew the truth for a while now. You never wanted to say it out loud. You refused to look at him as you spoke.

"I don't wanna go back. But you probably already knew that by now. You just wanted to hear me say it, huh?" His smirk returned.

"Had a hunch." He snickered.

"Now you answer me."

"Why don't you wanna go back?"

"We had a deal. Answer my question now." You barked at him. It took him a long pause. A full minute of waiting in silence felt like agony.

"I thought it would help you feel better." He muttered in a surprisingly husky tone. "Keep you from asking me to dust you again." That's right, during your episode...

"I'm sorry." You blurted.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I... I asked you to kill me." You hid your face from him. He shifted and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's not a big deal, I dust people all the time."

"No, I know. But like, I can't imagine being asked to by someone having a fucking break down happens all the time too. I kinda...kinda put you in a shitty position." When you looked up, he looked confused. Comically so. "What?"

"I took you hostage." He reminded you. You couldn't help but chuckle, that made him more confused.

"Shit, yeah, you're right. Guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself huh?" He looked away. "Still. My intentions weren't to upset you."

"You didn't upset me."

"It seems like I upset you." You toyed. His guard was down, he was vulnerable, and allowing you to be there.

"Shut up. You didn't answer my other question!" He shouted in an almost playful tone. You couldn't help but smile, only to have it slowly fade as you thought about your second answer.

"I don't want to go back because..." you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak. He looked down at you, waiting for an answer. He seemed almost relaxed. He seemed normal. Like a normal guy leaning against the wall of his bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes wandered up to his scarred neck, bright red scabs forming. Inflamed and fresh. He had recently scratched at it again, clearly in an upset state too. When he blinked you got a clear view of the scarring around his eyes.

"Boss!" A familiar voice shouted from outside the door. "Boss!" Before you could move the door was thrown open, Spinner's wide eyes finding you standing there. He shook his confusion loose before turning back to Shigaraki who quickly changed his position to attention. "Come quick!"

You followed him back to the living space where the old television sat. The news playing loudly as everyone gathered around to watch in panic. Swat teams and heroes decorated the screen as shot after shot showed them surrounding your building. Fear ran from your toes to your head, making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Shit. Shit. Shit. They're here for you. But you...you weren't ready to leave. And what about-

"Not again! - We can take 'em'!" Twice shouted at it like a sport was playing.

"Tomura, what are we going to do!?" Toga asked, frantically bobbing up and down in panic. He watched the TV intently listening in.

"After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, police and heroes found missing tourist Y/L/N Y/N being held captive by The League of Villains in this abandoned office building. Officials are working now to safely rescue the hostage."

Suddenly a loud voice was heard both on TV and through the halls of the building.

"League of Villains. We have you surrounded. Please let Y/L/N go and no one will be hurt." A cop shouted through a megaphone.

"C'mon Shigaraki, what's the plan?" Dabi asked, clearly starting to get uncomfortable. Before Shigaraki could respond, you spoke.

"Well, looks like this is it for me." You began walking away, only to be stopped by a strong, four-fingered grip pulling you back.

"Where do you think you're going!?" He growled.

"The jig is up, Shigaraki! Let me go! I'm not useful anymore. All they want is me, if I'm out of your hair you'll be able to escape easier." His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his red eyes bore into yours.

"So long as you're here they won't dare make a move. You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here."

[13eyond13]

I feel like I started to fear at some point. I feel like I always get characters wrong which makes me think that I might not be able to write fic for this fandom.

Aww, don't worry about it too much anon. I felt exactly the same back when I was just first getting into the series, and I was intimidated by the idea of trying to remember all the rules and get the characterizations right and to write these characters that are supposed to be mega geniuses and so on. The truth is everybody writing fanfic is just winging it at first, and stuff like getting all the little fussy notebook and eye rules right isn't going to even register for a lot of readers, because most people in the fandom don't even know all the rules themselves. 😅 The characters aren't even mega geniuses the way you might think they are either, I find? They're all mostly just super methodical in what motivates them and the kinds of things they would and wouldn't say or do, and it just takes some practice to figure all of that stuff out in order to write them believably.

You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself to get it all perfect right away, either. I've been in this fandom for ages now and had a LOT of time to hone my ideas of all the characters and learn the ins and outs of the DN universe. And so much of my understanding just came because of figuring things out while answering a bunch of headcanon asks and talking to other fans who seem to understand the characters really well and such. Making rough drafts is how you teach yourself to understand the characters better as well, so your first passes at the stories can just be trial and error practice runs that help you get a feel for how you want to write everybody.

I find it's really exciting when you do first post your fics and get readers responding to it. That can give you more confidence to keep going and feeling that your characterization is believable to people other than yourself, and most of the feedback people leave seems to be 99% positive and chill. But I understand the nerves about it, too. If it hadn't been for my first DN fandom friend way back in 2008 telling me she thought I should try writing fic too I never would have tried myself, because I didn't believe I could do it as well as other people were already doing it either. And I'm really grateful to her for that kind encouragement, because I don't think I would be in the fandom again now with this blog if she hadn't taken me under her wing back when I was just a noob and given me that confidence boost.

Anyway, if you have a DN story you really want to tell you should go ahead and tell it, because your excitement about seeing it come to life will make you the perfect person to write it, and nobody else can do it exactly the same way.

[saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester]

What Are Friends For?

Friday night had been an exhausting night. You, the boys, and your very best friend, Charlie, had been on a hunt for two days. The drive had been well over four hours away and as much as you loved Baby, her seats didn't always do the trick. As soon as Dean pulled into the bunker's garage, him and Sammy both helped you and a sleeping Charlie out of the back.

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Feeling the comfort of the blankets you were snuggled into only made you sink deeper into your bed. As you opened your eyes, they wondered to the night stand to your right. The little alarm clock only read nine thirty. Smiling to yourself, you decided to turn back over to meet your best friend.

Dean, you thought, he must have been the one to carry Charlie in because there she was, a few inches from you. She was sprawled on her stomach with her gorgeous red locks falling in her face. Giggling a little, you searched for your phone in the darkness of the room. Finally finding it, you swiped it open and pulled the camera up. "She's going to kill me," you whispered to yourself.

You watched a few more seconds to make sure your sneaky actions hadn't waken her. With a little click from your phone, you smiled after the picture came back. Closing the phone, you put it beside you and moved your arm to shake her. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” you yelled as her body jerked to life. After taking control of her surroundings she leaned over and punched you in the arm.

"Ouch, so painful," you mock, causing her to stick out her tongue and laugh.

Charlie sat up and yawned dramatically. "What time is it anyway?" Sitting against your headboard, she turned to look at you.

"Nine thirty, you old woman," you sang with a smile.

The next few minutes were spent arguing about why she was so old and who saved who. Laughing it off with your last comment," Oh, and I suppose ganking the vamp with that nasty mullet that damn near ended you counts for not." You didn't realize once she got up she had her pillow in her hands. Before dodging the soft fluffy thing it hit right upside your head.

As you caught the pillow before it hit your lap, she questioned,"What should we do today? If I'm going to be awake I don't want to be bored to."

"Wanna watch a movie," you squealed and raised an eyebrow at her. "I just bought three new movies and I'm dieing to watch them.

...

*hours later*

From one movie to the next, you and your best friend piled up on the couch in the library with a lot of caffeine and junk food. It was every few minutes that even Sam would walk in and out of the room to steal portions of candy. "Well, one brother is down for the count," you laughed as Sammy yawned and walked to his room.

"Yeah, I wonder when the second one will walk in," Charlie winked at you as she threw popcorn at you.

You were never open about the whole "friends should know every secret policy," but it was Charlie. And she had to know every secret. You had a huge crush on the older Winchester, and whenever he was around you found yourself stuttering, and I'll be damned if you weren't tripping over your own two feet.

"Actually, he should be coming in any minute, and you better not say a word," you mocked as you readjusted your sitting position.

"Okay, Y/N," Charlie sighed dramatically, "Since I can't have any fun, what's next on the movie menu?"

The words were on the tip of your tongue and you heard the door handle jingle. "Looks like your man's here," Charlie squealed.

"Hello ladies," Dean called to the two of you on the couch. "An' just what do we have going on here today," he gestured to you and Charlie who had your feet propped on the coffee table and blankets strung off the couch arms.

"Well," Charlie chimed in,"Y/N, here was just about to pop in another movie. Would you like to join us?"

From the look on Dean's face, you couldn’t tell what he was about to say, so his next line and complement was a shock to you. "Hmmm.. two lovely ladies, movies, and food. I think I should stick around," he teased.

"So, Y/N, what will it be? Tombstone? Halloween? Dirty Dancing," Charlie questioned. "Oh you still have not put on those you mentioned this morning."

Laughing at the eager redhead on the couch, you turned to the TV, "We shall see, Charles. We shall see."

When the tv flashed through all of the commercials for other movies, the main menu floated on the screen. "Fifty Shades? Really, Y/N," Dean and Charlie questioned in unison, but with very different tones. Charlie looked utterly DISGUSTED, and Dean however looked oddly... impressed?

"Put it in sweetheart," Dean's voice dripping like honey. "But I'll have you know it's nothing. I can make your precious Christian look like a blushing virgin," he told you staring directly into your eyes, tauntingly.

"But it's about a guy AND a girl," Charlie protested. This actually got a laugh out of you and it wasn't pushed. With your secrets, you knew one of Charlies, which she didn't try to hide.

"Just picture Christian as you hon, you'll be fine. I know you have and awesome imagination, miss larping queen," you told her. She gave you a mild bitch face but didn't object further.

"And Dean," you slowly turned to look at him, "Don't think for one second I won't take you up on that offer," you winked at him.

"I'm pressing play now," you called over your shoulder. Running back to the couch you sat between Dean and Charlie. Leaning back, you were careful not to be too close to Dean when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You sent a nervous smile in his direction and he answered to your nervous look, "See, I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

...

It wasn't fifteen minutes into the movie and Charlie announced she was leaving for home. Walking her to the door you whispered, "What the hell are you doing? I can't stay up with him," You nodded towards the couch. "Don't make me do this alone," you whined.

"Oh, you'll be fine. This is your chance. Bye, Y/N, and with a wink and sly smile she was out the door.

Turning from the empty door frame your breath caught when a smiling Dean was in your way. "Exactly what did Charlie mean, this is your chance, Y/N," he asked batting his lashes at you.

"Oh, you heard that?" You laughed and played with your hands, not looking at him.

"Come on, Y/N. I know you like me! Just say it already," he licked his lips. Pulling you from your daze, he lifted your chin with the tip of his finger.

His eyes you thought. No, don't screw this up now, you scolded yourself. Tell him! Shit! He's leaning in!

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Well, guys! It's been too long, and here you go! I've had this thing sitting in my Drafts for so long and now... This fic honestly wouldn't have been made without @imperiusimpala !! Babe you have the perfect brain! We hope yall enjoy!! 😙❤💋

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