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tumbling-darkling · 3 years
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Miraculous Ghosts
Danny and friends visit Paris and come across trouble, as well as the cities local superheroes.
Lately, Hawkmoth has been recycling villains. There are only so many people in Paris and not everyone gets emotionally vulnerable strongly enough or long enough to be akumatized. Those that do, and commonly like Mr. Pidgeon, usually had a certain fixation that was easy to exploit. The thing was, both Marienette and Chat Noir already knew their weakness, the items that would most likely get akumatized, the whole schtick. So the battles were really fast and easy.
A new face always had to be met with caution, the lack of knowledge regarding the person was dangerous and if the pair wasn’t careful, they could end up losing the battle. And their Miraculous.
With the start of summer came tourist season, and tourists could be victims of akumatization. Which seemed to be the case within the first week. 3 villains, all new faces, but the pair had gotten lucky with the similar powers that the heroes had faced before and the three were all defeated in a timely manner.
There was a short week of nothing happening.
And then all hell broke loose.
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Marienette knew the start of the tourist season had begun just based on the filled streets of strange faces, sunglasses, cameras, and the use of foreign languages. This also was noticed based on how busy her parents' shop had become, and how rarely she was managing to escape outside to enjoy some of summer's freedom. The good thing was she was able to brush up on some of her English, since the tourists usually spoke the common American language and the experience was always welcome to help boost her grades in the upcoming year. Even if it was a few months away.
She’d figured out the best way to sneak off during any attacks was to ‘use the bathroom’ or ‘accidently’ make a mess and excuse herself to clean up. It had worked during the first week and she didn’t have to do anything the past week since Hawkmoth seemed to take a break. She finished serving a young pair of Americans, a tall girl with orange hair, and a lanky boy nearly the same height with raven black hair.
She had to admit, some Americans had a certain charm, but the bustle of the kitchen quickly caught her attention as she was back to serving the next person in line.
Just as Chloe waltzed in, basically knocking the american boy over as she strutted to the front of the line, causing people to cast glares in her direction. The boy hissed when he fell, the American girl offering to help him up in English as he shook his head and stood up, dusting himself off as Marienette went to deal with the walking form of pure rich privilege. “Urg, Dupain-Cheng’s dingy little cafe? Of course she works here, it just smells like burnt bread.” She huffed.
Marienette bristled, but put on her customer service smile, noticing the poor Americans victim to Chloe leaving the shop. She was hoping to offer them a replacement after dealing with Chloe but it was a little late now. “Ma’am, unless you are here to pick up an order, you will have to wait in line like everyone else.” She strained.
“Ma’am? I am Chloe Dubois! I don’t need to wait in line like some sort of peasant! Just give me whatever you didn’t make.”
Marienette had to swallow down any returning insults and put down one of their most expensive items, handing it over with a clearly strained smile, “have a nice day.”
Chloe huffed with her baked goods in hand but left as soon as she appeared, allowing Marienette some relief. Very little damage. A little annoyance but nothing worthy of an akuma-.
An explosion was heard from outside, and Marienette groaned internally.
She just had to jinx it.
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Ladybug dove off to the side as the villain shot out a ray of white, plasma-like energy. Adrien, fighting as Chat Noir, and his partner were having a hell of a time with this dude. He spotted the chaos on the news, the villain calling himself ‘Black Hole’ and giving his poor Lady a hard time. When he finally arrived on the scene, he wasn’t able to do much either.
The villain was basically a godly powerhouse, floating in the air, shooting burning rays of heated plasma, or even ice! Ice and plasma! Sometimes he MIXED the two beams to create an even WORSE beam! Whenever either of the heroes got close enough to land a hit, their punches and kicks would go right through him. Then he would DISAPPEAR. REAPPEARING AND LANDING ANOTHER HEAVY BLOW. He would fly around like gravity was non-existent, and these abilities didn’t stop there. Every so often, he would yank out this thermos looking thing and shoot out these wormholes. Or… possibly black holes. Calling them black holes felt wrong though… since they glowed green and swirled before disappearing after a few moments.
The villain's outfit was a change of pace too. It was impossible to figure out his age since he was completely covered in a thick fabric material that reminded him of space suits. Yet looked a lot less bulky than actual space suits, thin yet sturdy metal covered his forearms, and formed a backpack that was attached by a wide metal collar that spread to his collarbone and slightly covered his shoulders, as well as a metal strap that wrapped around right under his chest. A plated, metal belt circled his waist with a clip for the green black hole thermos, and thigh high boots with a similar fabric to his suit covered most of his legs, thick plastic looking platform soles attached at the feet. Black bands wrapped around the ankles of the boots. A helmet covered his entire face, a metal frame covering the bottom half like a muzzle while the top was a tinted glass dome following the shape of his head, the inside of it entirely black except for the eerie glow of a single, left eye. The helmet had a tube on the back of the helmet that connected to his backpack, but neither he or Ladybug could figure out if it was essential or for decoration. His entire colouring was monotone, much bleaker than their previous villains. His suit was black, the boots, forearm cuffs, belt, backpack and collar were all a middle shade of grey, the only flash of colour being the glow of the single toxic green eye amongst the darkness of the helmet.
The dude was disturbing. He didn’t make any sound, in fact he seemed to ABSORB the sound around him. Like they were in space.
Paris was getting destroyed more and more by the second and the two didn’t know what to do. The Lady’s lucky charm turned into a thermos, which she didn’t have a clue how to use in the situation in front of them. Maybe it was a hint? A clue about soup? Or getting the villains thermos?
The problem with the last idea was that neither he or Ladybug could TOUCH this villain. And each of them were getting worse and worse for wear by the second. He could tell Ladybug was getting ready to get some sort of help, but who could make something untouchable… touchable? Chat even tried to use cataclysm on the villain's thermos while Ladybug had distracted him, but he twisted at the last moments and grabbed Chat's hand, draining cataclysm before he tossed him aside like it was nothing.
Another blast of plasma sent the two tumbling away from each other, and then a blast of ice caught Chat off guard. Cold shot up his arm as his muscles convulsed, a scream caught in his throat as the ice trapped his arm in such a tight and sturdy prison. He twisted to try and use his free arm to claw the other out of the ice, a shadow in the corner of his vision causing him to twist and jolt in surprise as the villain stood right in front of him. The glowing green eye was cold as it bore into him, and the villain grew closer and closer, drifting off the ground and absorbing every noise around him, the air around them dropping to freezing temperatures. Chats breath formed in front of him as gasps, panic clear in the quick breaths, fear intensifying as the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat and blood roaring through his veins.
The villain's hand shot out and grabbed his free one- the one with his miraculous.
Chat heard Ladybug cry out as the villain gripped onto the ring, a quick glance showing she too was trapped.
That she was next.
Chat tried to keep his fingers curled, but he was battered and weak, and the villain hadn’t even broken a sweat during their fight. Prying open his fingers was easy, the ring vulnerable. This was it. He used cataclysm too soon and now he was powerless. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t save anyone. He was a failure. This was the end of Paris.
They lost.
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Fucking. Vlad.
This entire trip had Danny on edge and it was all because of Vlad.
At first, he thought maybe, for once, Vlad wasn’t being a piece of shit when offering the family a fully paid trip to France for two weeks. He was suspicious. He probably just wanted the family out of town to do some shady shit. But a two week trip to France wasn’t the WORST thing a man could do. Especially in comparison to kidnapping and cloning.
But then his parents got sick. A common flu. Right before the trip. And they wanted Jazz and him to experience Paris. Then Vlad offered to be a chaperone.
It was all a play to get Danny alone for two weeks and try and manipulate him.
He did manage to get Tucker and Sam to tag along, something about friends being his family and the two unused tickets his parents left behind. But Vlad knew how to separate the group. How to corner Danny at the worst moments and whisper annoying remarks in his ear as he tried to get away.
He survived a week. He only had one more week to go. Tucker and Sam were off checking out some places for lunch while Jazz and Danny went to pick up sweets for everyone to share after their meal.
Vlad was off doing who knew what so Danny had put him to the back of his mind.
The cafe they found was… well it smelled incredible. There were so many baked goods on display and the air was filled with the warm and sweet smell of the goodies. He let Jazz do most of the talking, she wanted to practice her French and Danny had recently discovered that being dubbed the ghost king meant that now he had a natural grasp on all verbal languages, including the dead ones. This meant his speech in French was almost flawless, and his understanding was like he was listening to someone speak English. He couldn’t read other languages though, just speak them. He was told though by a few locals he had an odd accent. It wasn’t an american one, just… odd.
So Jazz ordered the treats and the pair was headed out to meet Danny’s friends.
Then some blonde girl with way too much make-up basically knocked him to the ground, not even sending him a glance that indicated she knew what she did. It was annoying, but he dealt with bullies on a daily basis back at Amity Park. Well… used to. But he knew better than to waste any thought on some jerk like her. He sadly looked at the ruined cat paw shaped cookies, the icing ruined and the cookies crushed under his weight when he fell.
Standing up with the help of Jazz, they left the shop as Danny insisted on finding somewhere to wash off the icing stuck to his shirt. He liked this shirt too… he hoped it wouldn’t stain too badly. It was better than ectoplasm at least, that stuff needed to be burned out, there was no such thing as washing out ectoplasm.
Jazz asked to help, but Danny brushed her off, telling her he could easily clean himself off by himself.
And then Vlad chose that moment to corner him.
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“Hello Daniel.”
Danny splashed water wildly as he spun around to glare at the older Halfa, hissing out an ‘Ancients!’ in surprise. “What the hell, Vlad?” He spat, “sneaking up on a kid in the bathroom? I should just call the police and tell them about all that stalking you like to do.”
“Aren’t you tired of this childish game?” He hummed.
“Not really, seeing as I’m a child and I love games,” Danny sneered.
“I’m older, more experienced, and stronger. I am also patient, little badger. And it’s easy to wear you down. By the end of this trip, you are going to be begging to be my-.”
“Son? Pet? Little slave that does everything you ask? Sorry, Vladdy, but I ain’t the type to listen to crazy fruit loops. How about you go enjoy the company of your French rich friends like that Agreste dude instead of stalking me and trying to get with my mom and kill my dad. Might do you some good to make more friends than just your cat.”
“Oh Daniel, you throw your petty insults but I know ways to break you even further. You know, a lot of accidents happen in Paris. Terrible things.”
Danny felt his eyes flash as he spun on his heel, “listen to me, if you even consider-!”
“Not to mention your brand new ghostly responsibilities as… the ghost king? Imagine that. A child as the king. You don’t even know everything about ghosts.”
“Neither do you!” Danny spat.
“Oh but I know so much more. And I could easily teach you-.”
“Just shut up!”
“When you mess up, when the ghost zone begins to fall apart, you will wish you took my offer, but I may not be as forgiving when that happens.”
“I said shut up!”
“And we both know the moment the ghost zone falls apart, so will this world. All because a boy became king and didn’t take help he was so graciously offered.”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
Something inside him shifted, and Danny suddenly felt his mind cloud, a deep voice echoed his mind.
“A cruel man harassing a young teen that wants nothing to do with him. A shame when someone can’t take a hint.
Black Hole. I am Hawkmoth. I can give you the power to show this old man that he never should consider looking in your direction ever again.
All I ask is for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. Do this for me, and Vlad Masters will never be an issue for you ever again.”
Danny’s clouded mind and building rage smirked at the offer, his voice echoing as he glanced up at Vlad who was giving him a confused look. “Yes, Hawkmoth.”
Darkness engulfed him and then his memory began to fail him.
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A boomerang slammed into Black Hole’s head, causing it to jerk to the side and a small crack formed on the glass that was hit. The metal boomerang dropped to the ground and Black Hole slowly looked down at it as a robotic voice cried out from it, “ghost detected!” And then a recorded voice spouted out, “take that, spook!”
Black Hole’s head slightly tilted at the noise it made, a hand subconsciously rubbing the crack it left behind. Then he twisted his gaze back to Chat Noir, going back to taking the hero’s miraculous.
Then a shout came from behind Black Hole and Chat caught the eyes of a teenage girl yelling and holding a bat over her head. Black Hole twisted, his body turning that transparent look whenever Chat or Ladybug had tried to hit him before, and Chat knew that it was useless. “No! Stop! Get out of here-!” He screamed at the citizen, but stopped when the bat connected with the villain's head and sent him flying into a wall.
Chat was at a loss for words for once in his life, watching the villain slowly pry himself from the wall from being hit by a baseball bat when he and Lady couldn’t land a single hit. He looked back at the citizen and shrieked as she raised the bat above her head and swung down at him, flinching and squeezing his eyes shut. She hit something, causing it to shatter and then- his hand was free!
He opened his eyes and looked at his hand in awe and then back at the girl, “who the heck are you?”
She huffed, dropping the bat casually on her shoulder, “Sam Manson. Friend of the idiot that didn’t do his research before taking a trip here. I’m surprised this didn’t happen earlier.”
Chat blinked, “you- you know that’s your friend? And knew this would happen?”
Sam shrugged, “the booo-merang is never wrong. And yeah, my friend there is not exactly the most emotionally stable person on the planet. Sorry it took us a while to get here. You guys really do move fast.”
Chat just opened and closed his mouth a few times, then yelled as she suddenly swung the bat again and smacked the villain in the gut as he got close during their exchange, knocking him sideways but not down like the first time. Black Hole turned again, making a snarling sound before he was blasted by some sort of green ray and sent flying sideways, rolling along the pavement before smashing into a car. Another teen jogged over with Ladybug behind him, dropping his hands to his knees as he wheezed, “I have ran… way too much for this to be considered a vacation.”
“M’Lady-, what is going on?” Chat asked.
“This is Tucker, and his friend Sam, and they know how to help,” Ladybug quickly explained, glancing back at Black Hole. “We need to draw his attention and get that thermos off of him, then Sam and Tucker can use this,” she held up the thermos from her lucky charm, “and we can get his akuma.”
“Akuma is in the thermos, knock it off,” Chat summarized. He heard his miraculous beeping, a sign he was close to his limit.
“Let’s end this fast.”
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Ladybug held the booo-merang in one hand as the two teens and Chat drew Black Hole’s attention, the teens equipped with weapons that seemed to get past some of Black Holes abilities.
She narrowed her gaze, waiting for the perfect moment, then threw the weapon, watching it arch in the air then knock the thermos off of the villain's waist. The thermos clattered to the ground and drew his attention, he quickly twisted and dove to try and retrieve it, which was when a bright beam erupted from the polka dot thermos Ladybug had given the teens. The beam caught the villain's legs and he was tugged back, his form pulling towards it like taffy as he twisted and a horrid scream of anger burst from him. He tried to escape it, flailing and reaching for anything to hang on to, but in a matter of seconds he was pulled into the canister and Sam slammed the lid shut. The screaming stopped and Ladybug made her way over to Black Hole’s thermos, stomping on it and crushing it, releasing the Akuma hidden inside. With a flick of her wrist her lucky charm turned back into its original form, dumping Black Hole onto the street, then the butterfly was caught and purified, and another click of her miraculous, she let the little bug flutter away harmlessly. With a shout, ‘Miraculous Ladybug!’, everything around them was engulfed in black and red as the damages were undone around them.
At last, the villain's form was released of Hawkmoth's influence and it left a lanky teen laying on the street. He slowly sat up with a groan and a hand to his head and she then realized it was the same teen as from the shop. So once again, this was Chloe’s fault. She turned her attention to the two teens that helped her, noticing Chat let out a hasty farewell and thanks and disappeared around a corner. “Thank you, both of you. Without your help… well, without your help we may have lost that battle. But how in the world did you do that?”
“What the fuck just happened?” The teen groaned, “I feel like the booo-merang smacked me in the head like… fifty times.”
“That’s because I may have smacked you a few times with the fenton creep stick,” Sam shrugged as she helped her friend up who gave her wide eyes in return.
“You fucking what?”
Tucker took a step forward to answer Ladybug’s question, “let's just say back in our town, we have very specific supervillains that have abilities that make it hard for regular attacks to land. So we have specialized gear. Sam and I did a bit of research before heading here and figured if any of us got Akumatized, we may reflect some of those traits.”
“I… see…” Ladybug hummed, “and where did you say you were all from?” The three cast a few glances between each other, but before any of them could answer, her miraculous beeped angrily as she quickly realized she was out of time. “Thank you again for your help, if we could meet again to exchange some of that tech to make sure this never happens again-,” she quickly tried to set up a meet up before Sam held up a hand.
“This won’t happen again. A lot of what happened here is very unique to Amity, so once we finish our vacation, you won’t see this kind of thing ever again.”
Ladybug only had more questions but the angry beeping only forced her to nod and bid a quick farewell before getting out of sight to let Tiki take a rest. Marienette held out a few macaroons for Tiki as her thoughts swirled in her head. The questions about the odd American trio and how they knew how to deal with a villain as unique as Black Hole.
She may be able to corner them later. They did say they had to ‘finish their vacation.’
And in the meantime, it was time to do some research on this place called ‘Amity’.
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Danny didn’t remember a lot of what happened while he was the villain, Black Hole. It was like a dream, he kinda remembered the feeling, vague details, but nothing specific.
What he wished he remembered was whatever he did to Vlad. He must have done something because his memories cut out right after Vlad harassed him in the bathroom and after the event, the froot loop avoided him during the entire trip. Even refused to make eye contact!
What he would give just for a few seconds of that memory! Or for someone to have recorded it!
For now though he got to reap the rewards, flashing his eyes green when Vlad would glance over and causing the man to flinch. Oh man, he was going to abuse this newfound intimidation ability till the bitter end.
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katsukikitten · 3 years
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WARNINGS Adult themes and hinted at sexual assault. This is an 18+ AU  @bakugotrashpanda I finished
Your vision blurs from both the side effects of a quirk and the dam of tears threatening to burst. You throw your black hood up over your head, huffing as you rush to an apartment complex. 
"Fifth floor. Fifth floor room 5C, right?" You mumble to distract yourself from the pain coursing through your body as you force yourself up the stairs, looking over your shoulder out of paranoia. 
Finally you reach your destination but suddenly the urgency in you dies out. Fizzling away in your veins as you stand frozen wondering just why you were here? 
Standing in front of the door of the very hero who has almost caught you time and time again. Having only narrowly escaped with a quick witted quip and a trick that barely worked. 
Just as you're about to turn to leave, a hot head yanks open the door. His garnet eyes are sharp before widening in surprise. He takes you in with a slight horror as he takes in what he can in seconds. Your eyes are blown wide, dilated so unnaturally large that only a drug or quirk could induce a pupil of that size. The veins in your left eye are ruptured while a faint purple hue blooms on your lid. Your plush bottom lip is split down the middle, swollen even and the blood is barely dried. Your hoodie is torn down the middle as shaking hands clutch it closed while your tights and skirt are tattered beyond repair, your outfit threatening to fall away from your body from a small gust of the cold winter wind. 
The last thing those molten eyes notice is the faint bruising around your tender throat and with the angle of your hood he can just barely make out the shape of fingers. Something hot forms in his chest and seeps out into his fingers causing them to twitch. 
You answer the question he left unspoken.
"I didn't know where else to go." 
He watches you sway on unsteady feet as you speak, eyes fluttering as you fight off losing consciousness. He grabs onto you, causing you to flinch even as you're half out of it. That odd burning sensation blooms beneath his ribs again, he grits his teeth. Voice low, hushed even; missing the normal gruff venom. 
"Let's get you inside." 
After that your memories are a blur of warmth and a soft crimson gaze that holds with it malice towards someone unknown.  
As you lie on his couch flickering in and out like a dying flame he debates with himself. Wondering if he should take you out of those clothes, well what is left or them, that are covered in blood and possibly vomit.
But what he cannot fathom is how you a high ranking villain, probably the top female villain who has eluded him for months could end up like this. 
He has seen your power, the grace in which you hold yourself and the feats you have done. And he's been dying to turn you in since the first time you punched him in the solar plexus. 
As he crimson eyes linger over your frame he feels that way now, as you had delivered a well placed blow as he studies the bruises in the low light.  
He decides he should at least rinse you off. You're awake enough to cling to him as he gently guides you to theshower, cranking it high enough it could scald but he knows you need it. Still you sway on your feet, shaking as he slowly removes your ripped hoodie leaving your breasts exposed to the steamy air and your worst enemy Bakugou. 
But he hardly notices the way your tits sit or the color of your nipples, all he can see are the scratches and bruising. Unzipping your skirt with care you didn't know he possessed to reveal a pair of ragged tights with a hole ripped between your legs. Disgust fights to rise up his throat with a shout that he swallows down as he slowly removes them and your torn pair of underwear. You're shaking harder now as he pauses to collect himself, getting his teeth as he stares down black bruises on your inner thighs. He lets out a rush of air through his nose before he gently guides your bare feet to the cool tiled floor. He gestures to the shower trying to give you some privacy but suddenly you cling to him.  
"Fifth floor. 5c. Fifth floor. 5C." You murmur fisting his shirt as you look up at him. He can tell that you're frustrated, fighting through the haze of whatever has you under the influence but all you can force Your or remember is his apartment number. Your broken voice echoes through his head as he stares down at you.  
"I didn't know where else to go."
So you, a highly wanted criminal, showed up at the doorstep of the number one hero, or at least one of the men who owned the title. And the least compassionate one at that. His chest feels odd, as if one of his explosions ruptured a lung or worse as he realizes what that means for you. Usually when someone found themselves at rock bottom they went to someone they knew they could truly trust but you, you had no one to turn to? 
Just someone you avoided, half attempted to kill and vice versa. He was your last stitch effort.
"P...please…."A tremor runs through you before he quickly scoops you up to set you on the counter of the vanity. He removes his shirt with a grimace before shoving himself free of his shorts and boxers. Gently guiding you to your feet as his callused hands held onto yours. He hadn't realized that how much he dwarfed you until now. Especially now, his stomach churning as he realizes just how fragile people can be. 
He hates seeing fragility on you. He places you beneath the stream, grabbing onto something hidden beneath the vanity. The small set of women's toiletries his mother had given him for "just in case", silently and reluctantly he thanked that stubborn hag. 
He offers you a bottle and when it is evident that your mind is lightyears away he sighs deeply, lathering his hands in flowery body wash. He holds his broad hand out to you and you grant him silent permission as you offer him your wrist. Hands sweeping up your arms, over your shoulders and pausing for a moment, unsure if he should touch your chest although you desperately needed it. Another tremor moves through you as you guide his hand down, resting it over your heart. His jaw tics as he feels how rapidly it is beating, a combination of substance abuse and whatever the hell just happened to you.  Still your eyes linger on his body wash and your mind wanders aloud. 
"I thought you smelt like caramel because of your body wash." Voice barely there when you were normally boisterous. Instead you notice that the spicy smell comes from his soap, the burning sugar was all him. You had smelt it moments after entering his home. He says nothing, not that you wanted him to reply. You move his hands to give him permission to care for you before going numb. 
Totally numb to the water and his touch, although it is much more comforting than the last set of hands that touched you. 
Your vision blurs, the tears fall silently and he allows you to grieve before your mind goes numb again. 
"Fifth floor." You whisper, voice breaking as if you bore bad news. He washes your hair and conditions it as best he can as he watches your mind begin to slip. A surprisingly plush towel caresses over your skin as Bakugou pats you down gently. Making sure you are dry before he moves to your hair,  squeezing the water from it softly. Finally he is done, scooping you to him, princess style, before he decides you're going to stay here tonight. 
He takes you to his room, setting you on the edge of his bed, forcing you to sit for now. He throws on a pair of boxers before he rummages through his closet to find an old pair of basketball shorts and a long sleeved shirt.
"Arms up." A gruff voice pulls you closer to the living and you obey. Arms burning as you lift them into the air only for comfort to envelop you. 
"Step into these." Bakugou growls as he is bent over with the shorts held firmly in his hands. You nod furiously, sliding off the side of the bed to allow your feet to fall into the holes. One hand steadying yourself on a broad back. 
"Strong." You whisper, patting him gently before he comes up, he hates how your breathing hitches, coming in short bursts now that he is full height. You even push away from him a bit before your glazed over eyes register that it is only him. 
"5C." You mumble, touching his chest and he nods, fingers gripping onto yours. Katsuki eases you into the bed and wrapes you in his comforter. It's large and warm, reminding you of strong arms eveloping you. You deeply inhale the dark fabric and it smells godly. Like caramel, a burning sparkler and a spice you can't place, your eyelids become heavier. Just as he is about to walk away your eyes snap open, chest heaving as the night tries to return. 
"FIFTH FUCKING FLOOR!" You shout, grabbing onto that callused hand that soothed the rage, the raw fear and the utter self loathing from something you couldn't control. Could never dream that it could have happened to you.
But it did.
The same fucking hand that kept you from shattering, at least for the time being. 
"I'm here. I'm right here." He coos in a husky tone, hand smoothing down your damp hair. He squeezes your hand tightly and like a switch you go limp, all but your death grip on him as you fall into a deep sleep.
He stands there until your breathing is even, turning the lights down low but not completely off as he leaves the door to his bedroom ajar. 
Angrily he searches for his phone with an idea in mind. A threat turned promise, that he repeats to himself over and over again.
When he finds out who did this to you, he was going to kill them. No questions asked, no second thoughts. Wholeheartedly he was going to commit murder for what they had done to you and what will continue to haunt you for years to come. 
Finally he finds his phone and dials one of the few numbers he knows by heart. The recipient answers after the third ring. 
"Oi, Deku, remember that favor you owe me? I think it's time I fucking cashed it in." 
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Day 1: Blue Eyes/Identity Reveal
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Superboy gazed at Menagerie in confusion. Yet again she had a different outfit and different coloured eyes. It shouldn't have surprised him, having worked with her for the last 12 months but yet it did. He was starting to loose count of her different outfits and skills associated with them. What puzzled him still was that with each change her hair morphed and eye colour changed as well. It was a tad unsettling.
This time she had cool golden coloured reptile-like eyes which slowly blinked at him. She looked so serious in this form before nodding in the direction of Batman, in an attempt to get his attention back in the mission briefing he was giving them. He tried to focus on what Batman was saying but his kind kept drifting back to the thought of what was her real eye colour.
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Superboy was focused on the mission, Robin might disagree but he would be wrong, Superboy was focused and paying attention… mostly. He couldn't help it though his mind was filled with questions on Menagerie. He'd worked with her lots recently and they had a great dynamic. He would say he was getting close to her but… he was still struggling to get his head round her subtle shift in personality with her costume changes. After the last one which was fairly serious and a bit head strong and fierce, this latest one seemed to be very punny. And her green catlike eyes seem to bore into his soul. It's like she knew him, his very soul, but he never could get close to who she really was. Just facets of her.
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The mission had gone awry. A complete mess due to an unexpected magic element. Menagerie had handled it but had gotten hurt. Whatever she had done had fixed the mess. Superboy hated magic, it made it harder to help his friends and Menagerie was now hurt as he couldn't help quick enough as it affected his powers.
He cradled her to his chest as he flew as fast as he could to the nearest ZetaTube to get her to base, ignoring the beeping that came from her earrings.
The pair were surrounded by a flash of light when he exited the tube into JL HQ, weird was his thought as he rushed off to med bay, at least the beeping had stopped. He was grateful that he bumped into Diana who carefully helped him place Menagerie in a bed and got to work tending to her injuries.
While Diana worked Superboy slumped. He felt more like Jon in that moment than a hero.
"Thank you for helping Menagerie", a high pitched squeaky voice broke his thoughts. Jon looked up to see a floating blob. Thing. Bug? He blinked; he either was imagining things or this looked like a mini today's Menagerie.
"You're... welcome?"
"She talks a lot about you. I'm so grateful that you saved my latest bug. I can see why she gives you such high praise."
Jon blushed. He didn't know what to make of the situation but this creature obviously had a connection to his friend. And his friend spoke of him.
"I'm Tikki. I'm one of the Kwami, a god as Menagerie would say, that gift her our powers for her to use."
"Hi Tikki, I'm Jon," he slapped a hand over his mouth as Tikki blinked her blue eyes at him, "Superboy! I'm Superboy!" He groaned some more, he was dead. He'd revealed his identity to an unknown entity due to his worry for his friend.
"Tikki, Superboy," Diana called, "Your bug is ok and awake. She just needs some rest but she's anxious to see you both"
Jon slowly stood up as Tikki zipped off to see Menagerie and quickly followed.
There, lying in the bed, was Menagerie chatting to Tikki quietly talking in a language Jon couldn't understand. Menagerie was gesturing animatedly like she normally did when she got worked up (usually when debating 'heatedly' with Damian) causing Jon to smile. Maybe the behaviour he'd been seeing wasn't far from the truth after all.
"Ummm Hi Supes, I guess you've now met Tikki" Menagerie broke his thoughts and he smiled as she said his nickname. He looked up and saw blues, so similar to Tikki's, to her today's costume. He finally felt he could read her soul, like she did to him.
"Yeah," he replied awkwardly, "It's nice to see the true you, M. How're you feeling? That last hit was bad."
"I've been better, not this isn't the worst." She glanced at Tikki who nodded, "It's nice to meet you too Supes, outside the mask and without the godly interference...ummm, without the mask I'm Marinette by the way…"
Her blue eyes shimmered to Jon, like jewels, like stars in the sky. Breathtaking. Unknown to him her thoughts mirrored his as she returned his gaze admiring the clarity of his blue eyes too.
"I'm Jon"
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A/N: My brain: relaxing Sunday morning. Let’s finish some angst. A part of my What If series, Reyna’s thoughts and reaction to Jason’s death. I had one more scene I wanted but I wanted to post something for my lovely readers. Sorry if this feels rushed! Enjoy!
Something was off about the day, an unrest presence in the back of Reyna’s mind before she went to bed. Her alarm didn’t go off as she gradually awake to Aurum and Argentum clawing at her door. She blinked away the sleepiness, staring at the red numbers of her digital clock.
8:39AM
“Fuck.” Reyna swore as she swept her legs off, scrambling to change in the dimly lit room. Her hand waved wildly as she shifted through the notes she needed for the early Senate meeting. Her elbow hit a photo frame sending it tumbling down, shattering the glass. She flinched at the sharp sound and frowned at the mess.
“Ouch.” Reyna glared at the fresh cut the glass left on her finger. Flipping the image over, the moment in time squeezed at Reyna’s heart. It was Jason and Reyna in their official Praetor outfit with olive laurels in their hair and pride in their young faces. Behind the serious image, tucked away, was a photo booth strip from their first day off, a date. Silly faces, warm tender looks, the cusp of something more.
Reyna pressed her lips together before turning away, grabbing her keys and sweeping her long hair out of her face. She had work to do.
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“I can feel you staring, Zhang.” Reyna murmured as they walked through the halls of the Senate towards their office. Other New Rome officials passed by, nodding to the young leaders. Reyna could feel the weight of their stares, noticing how Reyna was without her signature braid, her clothes a little messier than usual. But Frank’s gaze was the heaviness. He will notice things.
“You’re off your game today.” Frank mentioned as he opened the door for her, such a casual effortless gesture. Reyna set her papers down and gave him her trademark wolf glare. Frank didn’t wilt underneath it unlike a few months ago. He crossed his arms and smiled kindly, patiently. She’s proud of the boy, glad for the obvious growth in her praetor partner. It’s hard to believe the boy was dumped three weeks ago. “What’s wrong, Reyna?”
“Jason sent a cryptic note a few days ago.” Reyna confessed, sinking into her seat. She pulled it out and handed it to the boy. It was a nondescript piece of lined notebook paper torn out of a spiral notebook. But Reyna recognized Jason’s messy handwriting from anywhere. Off being a hero. See you soon. Frank frowned at the words. “Thought he retired from being a hero.”
“That’s an option?” Frank joked as he looked over the paper. “Where can I sign up?” They shared a private smile, knowing their job was rarely done especially as Praetors. He sat at his desk, reaching down to pet Aurum. “I’m sure Jason is fine. He’s one of the Big Three kids.”
“They’re not invincible, Frank. Remember, we’re still half-mortal.” Reyna reminded, feeling that nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Frank opened his mouth to reply but a heavy knock cut through the room. The two traded curious glances. “Come in,” Reyna ordered, standing up. It creaked open revealing Hazel with a somber expression on her young face. “Hazel?”
Frank looked down, avoiding his ex-girlfriend’s form but Hazel didn’t spare him a glance, her amber eyes focused on Reyna. “There’s someone here to see you, both of you. He’s by the entrance with…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fluttered closed. Hazel’s hands balled up like the thought physically hurt her somehow. Reyna stepped forward, placing her hands on Hazel’s shoulders and squeezed gently, pulling her back to now.
“Thank you Hazel.” Reyna whispered as Frank moved ahead with the dogs. Reyna took one step before Hazel wrapped her arms around her waist suddenly.
“I’m sorry,” her voice muffled as she pressed her face against Reyna’s side. “I’m so sorry.” Dread pooled in Reyna’s stomach as she gently peeled Hazel’s arms off. I’ve fought in wars. I’ve faced Titans. Reyna reminded herself as she walked through the open windy streets. The sun sat high, beating down hotly as they approached the boundaries. A small crowd gathered around a beat up black car with smoke floating from the engine.
Two ragged figures stood beside Lavinia Asimov with grim expressions on their weary faces. A young man with curly dark hair looked up, immediately locking eyes with Reyna. Her throat tightened as she noticed the deep blue of his eyes just like Jason’s. He stepped towards her with a bundle of papers. She knew that folder, seen it on her kitchen table for many nights when he needed to stay late.
“Those are Jason’s…” Reyna whispered, reaching out for the bundle but pulled back. She thought of Hazel’s whispered apology, of the bad feeling looming of her, of the broken picture frame in her room. “Who are you?” Words icy and cold.
“My mortal name is Lester but I prefer Apollo. I’m sorry, Praetor Reyna, Jason… Jason Grace died protecting us.”
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Reyna didn’t cry at the funeral. She didn’t cry when they lit the pyre, one last send off for their golden son. Reyna isn’t sure how she felt as she sat in the dark Principia alone with her swirling thoughts and feelings. The city sat quiet, a suffocating silence as they mourned for one of their greatest heroes. Reyna closed her eyes, not even remembering her speech to the city, words so practiced for so many deaths. Apollo performed the last rites, she didn’t hear the words disappearing into the shadows. She could’ve stand there anymore being a public figure. She wanted to just be Reyna.
“Gods, you’re so stupid, Jason.” Reyna whispered, looking at the Principia. So many Praetors fluttered in and out of this room but the ones with Jason were the clearest despite being one for only a month.
Her hand brushed over the hard wood of the desk, the same desk they stood in front when accepting their first quests together, young naive and thirsty to prove themselves. She looked at the wall size map of New Rome, remembering looking up at it with Jason as they waited for Felix or Audrey. One day we’ll lead this place. Jason told her back then with his cheeky smile. Reyna shook her head. “There was no we, Jason. It’s just me.”
A light knock interrupted Reyna’s thoughts. The door creaked open as a sliver of light pierced the room. Apollo stood there awkwardly in his mortal form unlike his golden godly form. “There’s a quest.”
Reyna clenched her teeth, taking a step towards him. “Of course there’s a quest. There’s always a quest.” She sneered. Gods, Reyna wanted to hit something. She wanted to lash out, flipp the papers off her desk and say screw it, screw the gods and let them fix their own messes. “I’m…” Reyna noticed the chessboard in the corner, tucked away. Her anger softened as the truth she knew all her life resurfaced.
If not her, which poor demigod would the gods choose. Which fool would they use for their bidding? Which Jason would they pluck out of their normal life and thrust them into this horrible cycle. Reyna sighed. Not another one. No one else.
“You treat us like pieces on a board, moving us with your invisible hands.” Reyna whispered, needing someone to hear her words. She picked up the white knight, Jason’s piece. People always likened Jason to one, so brace, so strong, so ready to do what’s right. Off being a hero. Look at where that got you. “You gods are unfazed when we fall. No reaction when we don’t get up.” Reyna locked eyes with Apollo, needing him to hear her words, her meaning. “What an existence.”
“I…” Apollo tried.
“Don’t. I don’t need your apology. Gods will keep doing this. It’s a vicious cycle.” Reyna set the piece down and squared her shoulders, ready to take her place. “Tell me about the quest.”
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🌸✨WILDFLOWER-APOLLO’S 300 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL✨🌸
LETS GET PERSONAL!
1. what’s your full name? 
No
2. when’s your birthday? 
November 26
3. what does your URL mean? 
I like psychology and I like thinking about crushes
4. who’s your celebrity crush? T
om Hiddleston
5. are you single or taken? 
Taken
6. rant. let it all out babe. 
Fuck jobs fuck capitalism 
7. are you named after anyone? 
My grandmother
8. do you have or want children? if so, how many? 
Possibly, if so then 2
9. do you relate to any fictional characters? 
Yeah, several. The ones that come to mind are Gatsby and Queen Regina
10. do you have any plants? 
Yes
11. what are you currently wearing? 
A jumper
12. describe your aesthetic in emojis. 
I’m on my laptop lol, not gonna try to do a survey on my phone
13. do you have any bad habits? 
Oh yes. Procrasting, instant gratification, being late, eating like crap, obsessing over stuff
14. what’s your sexuality? 
Mostly straight
15. what’s the last song you sang? 
Currently singing The Rose Song from HSMTMTS
16. what are your favorite colors? 
Pink, green, blue
17. are you and introvert, ambivert, or extrovert? 
Ambivert
18. describe your current mood in emojis. 
Again, laptop
19. is there anyone you’d do anything for? 
Probably not anything
20. what fascinates you? 
Random stuff, currently chemistry, music, crafts, and space
21. favorite artists? 
Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo
22. what outfit makes you feel confident? 
Fancy dresses
23. favorite flower? 
Idk
24. favorite season? 
Fall
25. favorite tv show/movie? 
TV show: Friends. Movie: Back to the Future
26. what do you like in a person?
Sense of humor, easy to talk to, common interests, attractive
27. least favorite color?
Idk maybe like muddy yellow
28. first crush?
Aidan in kindergarten
29. how long do you usually sleep?
When I don’t set an alarm, till like 1pm
30. what celebrity do people say you look like?
None really. I think I look like Lea Michele but I’m probably not that pretty
31. favorite scent?
Citrus
32. do you have/want any pets? if so, how many?
I don’t have any currently, I have had 4 cats and I want to get another cat
33. what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color, what would it be?
Brown, I want to try a red ombre
34. do you have a good relationship with your parents?
Pretty good
35. do you take a yearly vacation?
No
36. what is your biggest fear?
Spiders
37. what do you wear to bed?
PJs or a nightgown
38. best memory?
Idk
39. best feeling you’ve ever experienced?
Probably when everyone liked my video or jokes, or when a crush likes me back
40. best gift you’ve ever received?
Half of the cost of my car
41. what’s your skincare routine?
Wash it once a day, rinse face twice a day, moisturize 
42. favorite book?
Harry Potter
43. favorite song?
All Too Well by Taylor Swift
44. favorite album?
It changes a lot, currently Sour by Olivia Rodrigo
45. share your playlist or a playlist you love!
Nah
46. dream destination?
I’d like to visit Ireland
47. best subject? favorite subject, least favorite?
Best was probably math, favorites were science and arts, least favorite was english
48. do you prefer baggy, loose, or tight clothes?
Semi-loose but with some form
49. punk or pastel?
Pastel
50. search your name + core on pinterest & make a moodboard!
Nah
51. if you could travel back to any time period, what would it be & why?
Medieval because i think it’s cool
52. do you have any piercings?
Just my ears
53. do you have any tattoos?
No
54. do you have any siblings?
No
55. are your parents together or divorced?
Divorced
56. do you have any stepparents or step-siblings?
No
57. are your parents strict?
My mom was kinda
58. do you have a set bedtime?
No lol
59. what state do you live in?
Colorado
60. what are your sun, moon, & rising signs?
Idk, I just know I’m a sagittarius
61. do you share any traits with your signs?
Idk, they’re pretty generic so that everyone feels like it describes them
62. what’s a song that gets you going?
Depends on my mood
63. sweet or sour?
Sweet
64. soft or hard tacos?
Idk, I don’t eat tacos too much
65. what color are your bedroom walls?
Pink and green
66. the color/design of your bedsheets?
Turquoise
67. favorite thing to drink out of?
A glass
68. socks or bare feet around the house?
Bare feet
69. favorite board game?
Lately Dead of Winter
70. favorite video games?
Among Us, Detroit Become Human
71. do you sleep with the fan on or off?
On
72. do you sing in the shower?
Yes
73. favorite song to belt at the top of your lungs when alone?
Satisfied from Hamilton
74. last thing you cried to?
Being stressed over job hunting
75. have you tried any alcoholic beverage before?
Yes
76. gum or breath mints?
Gum
77. favorite pair of shoes you own?
The pink wedges
78. how many pairs of shoes do you own?
Way too many, probably like 30 at least
79. what is the natural state of your hair?
A little wavy
80. have you had braces? if yes, how long?
Yes, for 4 years
81. makeup or natural?
Makeup
82. are you a competitive person?
I can be 
83. favorite pasta dish?
Pasta with cheese
84. favorite kind of chips?
Ruffles cheddar and sour cream
85. talk about something your passionate about!
Idk if I’m passionate abot anything
86. what are some of your hobbies?
Crafts, DnD, shopping
87. do you drink coffee? if so, how do you like it?
No
88. favorite kind of pizza?
White pizza with pineapple
89. favorite & least favorite labels that have been put on you?
Idk what labels have been put on me
90. are you religious?
No
91. were you raise religious?
Not really
92. what shoe size do you wear?
7.5-8
93. heroes or villains?
Depends on the character
94. favorite vegetable?
Corn
95. least favorite vegetable?
Broccoli probably
96. favorite dessert?
Chocolate
97. do you play any sports?
No
98. can you swim? if so, when did you learn how to?
Yes, when I was little
99. tell a funny story!
Idk
100. what job would you be terrible at?
Doctor or politician
101. what’s your favorite compliment to give?
Compliment their clothing or accessories
102. has your opinion changed on something recently?
I’m evaluating my opinion on how cautious I need to be for covid
103. favorite physical feature about yourself?
Maybe eyes
104. what’s your favorite physical feature about someone else?
I look most at faces
105. what’s something you would rate 10/10?
Galavant
106. heels or flats?
Heels
107. what’s something you had more knowledge about?
Does this mean wish you had? If so then chemistry
108. would you want to be famous?
I’d want to maybe be known by name but not by face
109. what’s something you would get arrested for?
Pirating TV shows
110. are you a planner or spontaneous person?
A mix
111. what do you hope never changes?
Being friends with my best friends
112. what are your pronouns?
She/her
113. are you a feminist?
For the most part
114. what’s your hogwarts house?
Hufflepuff
115. myers briggs personality type?
Idk, it changes every time
116. who’s your favorite superhero?
Idk maybe Thor
117. favorite villain?
Loki
118. marvel or dc?
Marvel
119. what’s an assumption everyone makes about you that’s not 100% true?
In school people thought I was bookish and didn’t care about parties or boys or that kind of stuff, and now that I’m out of school people think I’m ditzy and probably not that smart
120. favorite bands?
Taylor Swift
121. if you could meet one celebrity, who & why?
Taylor Swift because I like her music and I think we would get along
122. have you watched porn before?
A little
123. favorite disney movie?
Hercules, Aladdin, or Tangled
124. favorite disney princess?
Rapunzel
125. favorite disney prince?
Hercules or Aladdin
126. favorite disney couple?
Rapunzel and Eugene
127. star wars or star trek?
Star Wars
128. top five movies?
Back to the Future, Confessions of a Shopaholic, Timer, The Imitation Game, Tangled
129. top five songs?
All Too Well, In a Crowd of Thousands, Traitor, Me and the Sky, Satisfied
130. top five ships?
Idk. Currently I’m enjoying Gina and EJ from HSMTMTS
131. how gay are you?
Just a little bit, I have occasional crushes on girls but I don’t think I’d want to date a girl
132. scream. just let it out.
Ok
133. do you have a best friend?
Yeah
134. call or text?
text
135. what’s a song that’s been stuck in your head recently?
A lot of Olivia Rodrigo songs
136. is there a song stuck in your head right now?
Just the songs I’m listening to
137. what song(s) will you always love?
A lot of Taylor Swift and showtunes
138. what song is your current mood?
Idk, I just feel like singing
139. recommend an artist!
The girl who plays Ashlyn from HSMTMTS
140. favorite meme song?
They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard
141. a song you hate that everyone loves?
I Like It by Cardi B
142. an artist you refuse to listen to?
Most rappers
143. what’s you “big gay mood” song?
Idk, I Kissed a Girl?
144. favorite lyrics?
“You call me up again just to break me like a promise / So casually cruel in the name of being honest” from All Too Well
145. what lyrics would you get tattooed on any part of your body?
I wouldn’t
146. shuffle your music & share the result!
Knowing Me, Knowing You by Abba
147. what’s your favorite love song?
In a Crowd of Thousands
148. ultimate song to clean to?
Through the Fire and the Flames by Dragonforce
149. if you could collaborate with one musician, who & why?
Taylor Swift because she gets me
150. what song makes you cry?
Soon You’ll Get Better by Taylor Swift
151. what would be your theme song?
Blank Space
152. what’s a strange phobia you have?
Spiders aren’t that strange, so fear of having accidentally shoplifted
153. did you have an emo phase?
No
154. did you have a greek mythology phase?
Just a little
155. roman or greek mythology?
Greek
156. who’s your godly parent & which god/goddess are you?
Idk
157. how do you handle your anger?
Yell, slam things
158. most attractive singer of the opposite gender?
Ramin Karimloo
159. most attractive singer of the same gender?
Hayden Panettiere
160. what time is it?
12:03am
161. do you have any nicknames?
Star
162. what’s a song that always makes you happy whenever you hear it?
In a Crowd of Thousands
163. which swear word do you use the most!
Fuck
164. five ways to win your heart?
Sense of humor, sing duets, do creative stuff, tease me, pay attention to me
165. five pet peeves?
Mouth sounds, people who think strong female characters can’t have love interests, people giving me unsolicited advice, people wearing their mask under their nose, ghosting
166. do you have trust issues?
Maybe
167. what do you pray about?
I don’t
168. most traumatic experience?
Probably braces
169. what is your dream job?
Idk
170. if you were to be in a musical, which musical, character, & other cast members would you have?
I would love to play Angelica in Hamilton
171. who would play you in a movie about your life?
Lea Michele
172. what’s your favorite thing about your significant other?
Sense of humor
173. favorite fictional character?
Kelsier from Mistborn
174. post a picture of yourself!
Nah
175. what’s your favorite pet name?
I don’t really like generic pet names that much
176. what makes you feel like a horrible person?
Not caring enough about people
177. when did you realize your sexuality?
It was always kind of assumed, but started thinking I might be a little bi a couple years ago
178. when was your first kiss?
When I was 18
179. expose your parents. that’s right. expose them. they deserve it.
My mom is overly cautious and doesn’t know how to pick her battles, my dad is a bit annoying 
180. a phrase that breaks your heart?
Depends on the context
181. when did you come out?
I didn’t
182. how did you come out?
I didn’t
183. who knows you’re out?
I’m straight
184. what’s your lucky number?
Idk
185. how tall are you?
5′6″
186. favorite word?
finnicky
187. are you right handed or left handed?
Right handed
188. do you have an accent?
American
189. first word that comes to mind when you hear ‘heart’?
Beat
190. what’s something you’re proud of?
I made a funny meme in the work group chat the other day
191. do you like where you live?
I like the area, but I don’t like living at my dad’s house
192. when you’re older, do you want to move to a different place?
Yeah
193. do you play any instruments?
Clarinet
194. how long is your hair?
To my boobs
195. what’s the meaning of your name?
Star
196. give an unpopular opinion & let your followers attack you or be salty.
People shouldn’t be cancelled for one shitty opinion, and consuming their work doesn’t mean you support all their beliefs or even like them as a person
197. do you support the lgbtq+ community?
Yes
198. who were you supporting for the 2020 election?
Biden
199. opinion on abortion?
Pro-choice
200. opinion on the death penalty?
Against it
201. opinion on reverse racism?
It’s not the same
202. post your screen time for this week.
Like all damn week lol
203. have you ever talked to a celebrity?
Yes, I met Channing Tatum and got a picture with him
204. what was your first concert?
Demi Lovato
205. how long do you keep your bra on?
All day
206. what’s your bra size?
36D last time I got one
207. give a tour of your room (video).
nah
208. how many photos are in your camera roll?
2990
209. what is the most recent movie/show you downloaded on disney+?
Phil of the Future
210. do you like documentaries?
Occasionally if it’s an interesting subject, but it’s not my favorite genre
211. what’s your favorite musical?
Wicked
212. who’s your favorite non-broadway actor/ actress?
Benjamin Bonenfant
213. who’s your favorite broadway actor/actress?
Ramin Karimloo
214. what’s the song you’re currently listening to?
A Dancer’s Heart
215. drop your most recent picture!
Nah
216. do you have a record player?
No
217. how many records do you have?
None
218. show your records!
None to show
219. do you plan on going to college? if so, where?
I went to my state school
220. talk about someone without telling who.
They used to wear light up sneakers
221. talk about something you hate.
I hate tomatoes and everything made out of them
222. have you been to therapy?
Yes
223. what color are your eyes?
Brown
224. what color are your parents’ eyes?
Hazel for my mom, Hazel-green for my dad
225. what color are you significant other’s eyes?
Hazel
226. how old were you when you had your first kiss?
18
227. do you have a favorite parent?
No, they are good in different ways
228. are your grandparents still alive?
Just my maternal grandma
229. drop 10 songs & let your followers tell you if you have taste or not.
That’s too much work
230. how many followers do you have on twitter & instagram?
Like 3 probably lol
231. are you the eldest, middle, or youngest sibling?
Only child
232. do you have a specific daytime routine?
Work
233. how often do you go to the doctor’s?
When I need to
234. have you had any surgeries?
Yes, for my canine and wisdom teeth, and to get part of my thyroid removed
235. do you wear glasses?
Yes
236. do you prefer unsweetened iced tea or sweetened iced tea?
Sweetened
237. do you have a “type”?
Yes lol. I like a lot of types but my “type” that I fall for a lot is light skin, dark hair, blue eyes, "golden boy”/big personality
238. what’s your significant other’s astrology sign?
I think Sagittarius
239. drop 5 blogs you love.
Idk
240. do you think you’re like any celebrity (personality wise)?
Maybe Taylor Swift in some ways
241. are you a “popular kid”?
No
242. what are your school’s colors?
Black and gold
243. what’s your school’s mascot?
Buffalo
244. how many irl friends do you have?
Idk
245. who was your least favorite teacher?
My camera workshop instructor
246. favorite teacher?
My 7th grade math teacher, my freshman year words and music professor, and my junior year film professor
247. drop a picture of your closet.
Nah
248. how many awards do you have?
Idk, a handful
249. what’s one award you’re proud of?
The dean’s list
250. do you take naps?
I try not to
251. what’s something people always ask you when you first meet?
What’s your name?
252. favorite fast food restaurant?
McDonalds or Wendy’s
253. favorite place to dine in?
Rueben’s
254. mexican or chinese food?
Mexican
255. chinese or japanese food?
Chinese
256. mexican or japanese food?
Mexican
257. olive garden’s breadsticks or texas roadhouse’s yeast rolls?
Breadsticks
258. garlic bread or breadsticks?
Garlic bread
259. plain garlic bread or cheesy garlic bread?
Depends on my mood
260. chicken or steak?
Chicken
261. favorite meal?
Pasta
262. drop a recipe!
I don’t really cook
263. how do you like your steak cooked?
I don’t
264. what would your last meal be?
Pasta
265. are you allergic to anything?
Beeswax I think
266. cats or dogs?
Cats but I like both
267. favorite genre of music?
Showtunes
268. favorite fan fic trope?
Fake dating probably or needing each other for survival
269. favorite tv show genre?
Sci-fi or sitcom
270. what’s your favorite cover/cover a band or artist has or should do?
Disturbed cover of The Sound of Silence
271. how often do you write songs?
I haven’t since I was a kid
272. how many finished songs do you have?
Idk like 5
273. do you write your songs in your notes or in a journal?
I just came up with them
274. how long have you been writing?
I don’t really write
275. how long have you had your account?
Since like 2013 or 14
276. what was your first URL?
shineslikestars17
277. if you could change your name, what would it be?
Star
278. what would you like to name your children?
Shane or Eric for a boy, Phoenix for a girl
279. what are your parents’ & sibling’s names?
I don’t have siblings, I don’t feel like sharing my parents names
280. are your parents democratic or republican?
Democrativ
281. do you have more in common with your mom or dad?
Both in different ways
282. are you & your siblings close?
I don’t have any
283. how close are you and your siblings in age?
I don’t have any
284. are any of your siblings married?
I dont have any
285. do you have any nieces or nephews?
No
286. do your parents have any siblings?
My mom has a sister and my dad has a brother
287. do you have any cousins?
Yes
288. do you look more like your mom or dad?
Both
289. how old were you when you started your period?
13 I think
290. have you lost your virginity?
Yes
291. who took your concert virginity?
My what? 
292. who took your musical virginity?
My what?
293. scream again. everyone needs to.
Ok
294. do you have any collections?
Kinda, lately I’ve been collecting dice
295. what’s on your nightstand?
Water, lotion, advil, phones, chapstick, purell
296. how do you usually style your hair?
Down or ponytail
297. do you play games on your phone?
Sometimes
298. are you hydrated?
Yes
299. have you breathed enough today?
I assume so since I am still conscious
300. are you thankful for anything?
I know I have a lot of privilege
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thewoollyviking · 5 years
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What happened to Thor in Endgame?
Okay, some of you might be confused. Long story short, Tumblr fucked my post when I tried to edit it. I still wanted to lay my thoughts out and am re-typing it all from memory.
Okay, so from what I have been seeing concerning the reaction some had to Thor’s fate in Endgame, it seems a lot of people believe this to be a total butchering of Thor’s character. Now, I like to think of myself as a pretty big Thor fan. And having seen the movie myself, here are my thoughts.
Thor as we see him in Endgame to me feels like the natural progression he would take after being left to cope with his grief and failure. 
One has to remember that by the time the two crossed paths, Thor had already lost his hammer, his father, his friends (which may or may not include Sif), and his home of Asgard. When Thanos does arrive, he loses his brother, other friend Heimdall, and a good portion of Asgardian refugees. It is the weight of these tremendous loses that catapult Thor into a revenge quest to kill Thanos and get even with him. Instead of coming to terms with the facts that bad things can and will just happen to good people, Thor instead decides to rationalize his survival by stating that fate wants him to fight and kill Thanos, hence his ‘I’m only alive because fate wants me to’ speech to Rocket.
But from this, we see Thor begin to slip back into old habits and deal with his grief in (at least somewhat) unhealthy ways. Thor is so laser focused in killing Thanos he is willing to move Heaven (The Neutron star) and Earth (The metal rings surrounding said star) to forge a weapon for the express purpose of killing him. Thor is at a point where he would rather subject himself to the concentrated heat of a neutron star than learn to cope with his feelings. And it’s because of this path of self destruction we see Thor slip back into being the short tempered, brutish Thunder God he once was. As he arrives in Wakanda descending from the heavens, delivering righteous vengeance in the form of thunder and lightning as he demands Thanos be brought to him.
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But in the end, he fails. He was too wrapped up in getting even and paying Thanos back for the pain he suffered through than in simply getting the job done, and because of that Thanos still is able to muster enough strength to wipe out half the universe.
Then we learn in Endgame with Thanos had destroyed the Infinity stones, effectively making it so no one would ever to able to un-fuck the universe afterwards. It is here, for the first time in his life, Thor must deal with a new feeling. Helplessness. He felt as though the entire ordeal had gotten entirely out his control and he ends up feeling personally responsible for failing to stop him at the opportune moment.
So it would make sense that five years of self loathing and booze would also claim every shred of his confidence and his godly physique. He essentially became the Thor version of Peter B. Parker, a burned out hero with lots of emotional baggage.
But that’s why I love the heart to heart talk he had with Frigga in the past, she reminds him that he’s just a person. That’s okay to fuck up and make mistakes so long as you’re still trying your best and focus on being yourself. It was also there that Thor got the confidence boost of regaining Mjolnir, showing that after everything, he was still a good and noble person who just needed a little push to set him back on the right path.
Yeah, I agree with those who would have wanted to see Thor be king of New Asgard after getting his shit together or still have him in prime and see him tackle Thanos through mountains or the like, but with how his arc ended, I have a feeling we’ll get to see something like that come the release of Guardians of the Galaxy part 3. Or maybe even a Thor 4? What is funny to think about there is with the likelihood of Thor losing his gut (I mean, it’s wouldn’t make sense if he still had it after Endgame), wielding Stormbreaker in place of Mjolnir, growing his hair and beard out and possibly even simplifying his outfit to better fit the ‘rat tag misfit heroes’ theme of the Guardians’ looks he’ll likely end up looking like an almost perfect page to screen translation of the Ultimate universe version of Thor.
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You guys remember the Ultimate Universe, right? It had such meaningful additions to marvel lore like Miles Morales and... um... ur... I think that’s about it... Anyway, TLDR; good character arc, understand why some wanted him in more action stuff, hopefully we get that in a future movie.
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thankyoumskobayashi · 5 years
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The symbolism of changing clothes: Hualian and color schematics. (Spoilers up to Tian Guan Ci Fu Chapter 109).
In the most recent chapter, Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, Wind Master, and Earth Master all go to a small town where their flamboyant attire stands out. Everyone changes except for Xie Lian, who dresses casually because he has spent most of his immortal life wandering the mortal realms and therefore he is better equipped to handle them. During the protagonist's backstory, author Mo Xiang Tong Xiu states that Xie Lian has always like to wear white clothes, and reminds the reader of this fact throughout the previous two cases Xie Lian handles. In this case, Xie Lian's choice of clothing remains pretty static.
He had gotten wiser throughout the years, and grown to see (perhaps) the folly of his younger ways. He had grown resigned to misfortune to the point that he scared away Venerable demons because they couldn't feed off of his broken dreams. This is some serious depression right here. Even though his consistent choice of clothing paralleled his consistent personality traits, Xie Lian's clothing choice is perhaps symbolic of more meanings.
Taoism is the cultural paradigm pervading Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's cultivation novels (or probably cultivation novels in general, but I have only read hers thus far), and some of the things it emcompasses are the concepts of yin and yang energy. White, or Xie Lian's chosen color of dress, represents the masculine yin energy. It is, as Mo Xiang Tong Xiu states many times in Mo Dao Zu Shi, the energy of life, an active energy, and a force for good. This "force for good" was shown as Xie Lian modeled the perfect cultivation student as a Crown Prince, and it became his driving motivation when he reneged against the divine rules of interfering with mortal matters.
This active energy means he is by nature a proactive person. He created a sign saying "renovation needed" by his latest tiny temple, he didn't wait for reinforcements when he learned his idiot cousin was kidnapped by the rebels but left to rescue him anyways, he volunteered to help the noble family when they threw out a doctor to gain a chance at feeding the two kids. From the time he was mortal until Xie Lian's present day, he has seen a need and strived to meet it. Giving rain, saving the child Hong, helping the merchants in their caravan. He has a desire to provide for and protect others -whether from royal duty to the people or compassion matters not- which has become innate over 800 years. It's instinctive. He has become the model of yin energy personified, although his portrayal of leadership is not what one might expect.
The "leaders" one could think of are loud, commanding, in control of everyone and everything. However, that level of micromanaging may produce hostility, helplessness, and resentment among the subordinates. Xie Lian steps in as a leader only when no one else knows how to or even wants to handle it. His main goal is calming people during times of paranormal crisis, like his many attempted directions to the mob on the mountain, or the directions to the soldiers not to jump into the pit. He also wants to keep the others safe, which lends itself to his self-sacrificial tendencies. He understands that even his subordinates have a right to run away from the case, even if that strands him in a precarious position. He listens to their concerns and mediates their fights. Although this may seem like the caricature of the "weak" leader, Xie Lian's leadership methods show the people he works with that he is dedicated to providing their safety and peace.
Rather than proclaiming he will protect them, as he did when he was the Crown Prince of Xian Le, Xie Lian tells the merchants he will go with them and demonstrates through actions that he will protect them along the way. He used this method of showing before telling as he protected the child Hong (whom he'd first saved when Hong fell from the sky) from his evil cousin's murderous schemes. He ordered the carriage stopped, carefully picked up Hong, did some crowd control, then marched that kid right up to the palace healers. He showed Hong he was there to protect him, murmuring comforting things to him along the way.
That child, as you may suspect from Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's love for creating many identities for her characters, likely will turn out to be the devotee at the run-down Temple of the Flower Crown Prince, aka the Temple where Xie Lian first noticed and appreciated the white flower in his statue's hand. It was implied that Hong, touched by Prince Xie Lian's rescues of him, looked up to him even after Xie Lian ascended to godhood. Hong looked up to him enough to do something different than the rest of the followers: establish his own personal symbol for Xie Lian in the white flower, and actually listen to Xie Lian's instructions to his worshippers on how to worship him. Touched by these two things, Xie Lian protected Hong from the children bullying him and invited him to sustain himself from the fruit offerings given. Hong confessed that he didn't know what to live for and Xie Lian told him "Live for me."
With all the political unrest, drought worries, and epidemic to worry about, Xie Lian didn't remember this child was Hong, who he'd saved from falling and from his cousin before. He merely saved him again and left to do more martial-godly stuff. Eventually, Hong heard through gossip that Xie Lian was on the battlefield fighting the people who wanted to escape the droughts. That, I believe, was when he first began pursuing Xie Lian, probably beginning as a form of hero worship. He snuck onto the wall guard then, and caught a glimpse of Xie Lian and his assistants as they guarded the royal capital. They got notice that Qi Rong was kidnapped and Xie Lian, ever a man god of action, left alone over the wall to fight them.
Hong siezed his chance then and followed him to the mountain, even after he was vastly outstripped by Xie Lian. He still caught up eventually to help Xie Lian deal with the plants, and sliced them down in a fit of anger while they tormented his hero. At this point Hong only ever wanted to pay back his hero for saving him, but was forced to watch Xie Lian harm himself rather than injure the child nearby. Indecency aside, Hong was probably enraged by having to watch his idol stab himself under the influence of demon plants. From there, it isn't hard to imagine Hong learning, perhaps as a young god himself, the exact effects of those demons. He would have learned that Xie Lian would rather sacrifice himself than kill another person. And even if he wouldn't die, he had been prepared to make that sacrifice. It isn't hard to imagine Hong becoming enraged at those demons Xie Lian had faced, before he had known what they would make him do. It isn't hard to imagine Hong, a nascent Demon King, seeking out and destroying all of those kinds of demons in a form of vengeance.
By this point you have probably arrived at the same conclusion as me: Hong/Hua Cheng/San Lang is in love with Xie Lian. He is pursuing him romantically (as well as sexually, though I'm not writing this essay about that) throughout the eras. Yada yada, this was in the summary Mo Xiang Tong Xiu provided with her novel, stop telling me this. I get it. But she likes to take an incredibly roundabout approach to storytelling, not addressing these things until at least 20 chapters later. As of right now the part(s?) when these things are discussed by the characters in-universe have not yet been translated. So forgive my redundance.
Mo Xiang Tong Xiu likes to give color schemes with her main pairings. This was true with Wei Wuxian (red and black) and Lan Wangji (white and blue). It also goes for Xie Lian and Hua Cheng as well. Xie Lian is white, and Hua Cheng is red and black. There might be other colors mentioned for both which I haven't picked up on, so I will only focus on those three. This essay began with everyone besides Xie Lian changing clothes. Hua Cheng changed into black clothes from a previous outfit which was a white robe beneath a red one. Let's examine how that color psychology helps him pursue Xie Lian's affections.
First of all, the red and white. Red is the color of passion, anger, excitement, and danger. It is attractive and alluring. These adjectives all describe the person Hua Cheng became over his 800 year existence. They were shaped by his determination and drive, his tenacity and his passion. His love for Xie Lian shows in his fixing the door, kissing him in the lake, sending up 3,000 lanterns. His love is the kind of unbounded, head-over-heels timeless love we have heard about in the Odyssey: he is the one seeking to find his way back home, back to the person he belongs with. He said so when he told Xie Lian (paraphrased) "Paradise Mansion is a house but not a home. It doesn't feel as much of a home as your tiny cottage does." When he is at the shrine with Xie Lian he is laughing and joking, offering to do domestic things simply because he is content. Here, his red is affection.
When Xie Lian is in danger, his red becomes the red of power and anger. After Xie Lian got stung by a scorpion snake, Hua Cheng immediately stopped the swelling by cutting the wound with a borrowed cauterized knife and sucking out most of the poison. When Xie Lian jumped into the pit after him, Hua Cheng had already killed all the wolves and was waiting to catch him at the bottom. Heavenly officials all told tales of how he caused only death and devastation in his wake.
Perhaps, if he hadn't had someone to look up to, he would have already fulfilled that prophecy of destroying the world.
But with Xie Lian's influence, he had someone to look up to. He had some model of morality in the Crown Prince who had saved him three, four, five times without even demanding thanks in return. Hua Cheng had plenty of time to learn about Xie Lian's compassionate and just lifestyle through hearsay and word-of-mouth news. He had plenty of time to analyze on the actions he'd seen Xie Lian perform firsthand and gain a reasonable grasp on his personal morality. By adopting some form of Xie Lian's moral code, Hua Cheng chose not to kill the entire world. He fought his so-called destiny with Xie Lian as assistance. Or perhaps? Perhaps his evil fate, bound far in the distance like a train stop down the track, was entirely shifted, a shifting of the rails so to speak, the moment he heard Xie Lian, the god who didn't appear to mortals anymore, whisper those words: "Live for me."
He truly took them to heart, although in a different way than Xie Lian probably intended. Rather than living out his life to make Xie Lian proud of him, he strove to become someone on equal footing to the pedestal in his mind he had created for Xie Lian. He strove to become someone who could properly charm Xie Lian and earn his trust. He wanted to be as powerful as Xie Lian was in his heyday. He wanted to have Xie Lian see him as a dependable and trustworthy person, but he probably ran into trouble finding the Flower Crown Prince after Xie Lian descended to the mortal realm for the second time. Everyone may have either made fun of Xie Lian when Hua Cheng asked after him, or flat out didn't care to learn or pass on his location. And so Hua Cheng made his own fortune, embraced his own power, became the Demon King who would kill everyone except the two gods who had formerly assisted Xie Lian.
If there is some plot to Xie Lian's second fall which complicates this somewhat--and knowing Mo Xiang Tong Xiu there probably is what with 135-6 chapters untranslated-- please know that it hasn't been translated yet, and that I am not a psychic. Anyways, when Hua Cheng 'first' appeared to Xie Lian, his clothing was crimson maple leaves on a white background. This shows that his own personality, vibrant and powerful, has been affected profoundly by the gentle, compassionate, noble personality of Xie Lian. He keeps Xie Lian's personality closer to his heart- and shows it to fewer people -than he does with his own personality. Hua Cheng said earlier on in the novel that he would give his ashes- his own biggest weakness- to someone worthy, someone kind who would guard them and do with them as they wished. And that if, at any point, he did something that person didn't like, that person could end him right then and there. Then he left the next morning, leaving Xie Lian with a ring on a silver chain. Suspicious? Hm. Coincidental? Very.
He has known Xie Lian for almost as long as Feng Xin, and nearly as long as Mu Qing has. He has known Xie Lian better than most other followers, since before he was a god. Hua Cheng even defied Xie Lian's orders of forgetting him, as well. That QianDeng Temple was probably built hundreds of years ago, as soon as Hua Cheng became a Demon King, and just sat there waiting for him to bring Xie Lian to see it. Since no one in the crowd was talking about it, and no one ever suggested going near it as a dare, it is reasonable to induct that Hua Cheng built it awhile ago, and Hua Cheng enforced strict punishments towards anyone who dared go near it. He probably tested out E-Ming on whoever tried to visit it, whoever commented on it, etc. Then the rumors got around that you'd be tortured for looking at it so everybody in Ghost City stopped. Once Hua Cheng showed QianDeng Temple to Xie Lian, he was probably nervous that he defied those orders, to forget the god whom he'd idolized, but luckily for him Xie Lian has a shitty memory and was impressed instead of embarrassed or angry at him. Xie Lian has mostly been ostracized from the Heavenly Community due to his infamy and wandering the mortal realms. He doesn't have people with a similar sense of humor to talk to, he's mostly lonely. Which brings us to the black robe: the role Hua Cheng dons in an attempt to win Xie Lian's favor.
In the yin-yang symbol, the two tapering swirls of black and white have a dot of the opposite color inside them. The white is the yin, and the black is the yang. Those two are eternally matched with each other for eternity, a profound meaning not lost on Hua Cheng when he chooses his clothing next. Since Xie Lian has no need to change his outfit, as he already blends in, Hua Cheng changes his own outfit to complement that. Yang energy in Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's novels is typically the energy of the dead, malevolent energy, the resentful power which a certain necromancer harnessed for personal gain. This kind of energy is what ghosts, demons, and the like all share, and as King of Demons it fits Hua Cheng to change to an outfit of its color.
However, the inherent paradox within their relationship is that fundamentally, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng are pitted on opposite spiritual axioms. This is much more complicated than the "opposites attract" adage; Hua Cheng has similar strategies and theories to Xie Lian about the cases they solve together. Xie Lian is happy that his funny password made Hua Cheng laugh. No, there's parts of their personalities picked up by the other and folded into them, whether consciously or not. Hua Cheng's persistence at following Xie Lian during the Qi Rong's rescue becomes Xie Lian's persistence at hunting the fetus spirit, even if he has to swallow it AND his sword to do so. Xie Lian's intervention on Hua Cheng's death becomes Hua Cheng sending "greetings" to tyrants because he has standards for who's allowed to be on the throne, you know. They reflect each other, both looking in a puddle of water, both dripping from the blood of their casualties, accidental or not. The difference is, Hua Cheng can bear that weight of casualties differently than Xie Lian.
Xie Lian considers himself a has-been. He was great once, but not anymore. He failed to do what he'd said he'd do, and paid the price with followers and powers. Hua Cheng, after getting back into contact with him, is just as smitten now as he had ever been before. He showed Xie Lian a roomfull of swords just to hear him ramble for hours about how cool all the swords were and then told him, point-blank, "You can have all these swords." This Demon King wants to give Xie Lian reasons to be happy and excited again. He wants him to go on rants about the stuff he enjoys just so he can watch and listen to the Flower Crown Prince talk, his eyes sparkling, his expression unguarded and happy like he once was.
After they visited QianDeng Temple together, Hua Cheng explained to Xie Lian that none of his things could be stolen from Paradise Manor without his permission. Elaborating further with "...once something is in my hands, it's mine," Hua Cheng might be simply making things up sarcastically. Or, it could be one of the times when he is deadly serious and every word is accurate. We as a reader can't quite tell if Xie Lian is fully processing this, but he thinks to the first time he met Hua Cheng in the Ghost City. There, Hua Cheng had placed his hands carefully over Xie Lian's to help him roll two sixes on the dice. Did that mean he had already claimed Xie Lian as his? Does Xie Lian know the romantic implications behind that? Did he recognize the romantic intentions behind Hua Cheng's kiss? Mo Xiang Tong Xiu experience says that he didn't, but the clues are blaringly obvious to the reader.
Xie Lian has never left Paradise Manor through a door without Hua Cheng by his side. He has left through the roof, but that was one time. It will be interesting to see whether he can leave by himself later. Casein point: Hua Cheng built Xie Lian's door. Did he use the same spell on it that he did with Paradise Manor doors? If so, how can Xie Lian use it when he's not around? A viable explanation is that by giving Xie Lian his own ashes, Hua Cheng has granted Xie Lian co-ownership of Paradise Mansion and he will be able to go wherever he wants at any time. Either way Mo Xiang Tong Xiu chooses, this will be an exciting result. Through all of these cues and more, Mo Xiang Tong Xiu has shown us Hua Cheng's dedication and loyalty to Xie Lian, with his words, actions, and clothing choice. His name, however, as a Demon King: Crimson Rain Sought Flower, is incredibly obvious. The white flower is a symbol he personally gave Xie Lian after he ascended the first time. In QianDeng Temple, Xie Lian even holds it up and asks if "...this is the kind of flower [he is] pursuing," to which Hua Cheng, delighted that Xie Lian finally realizes his romantic feelings, replies that he has the premonition of gods. Xie Lian had only asked about the flower, not himself. It is unknown whether Hua Cheng understood that, but either way his tone reads as teasingly sincere.
One last thing: the whole "falling" in love thing. Hua Cheng fell from the sky in order to first meet Xie Lian. He was probably chock full of adrenaline and scared to death, but once those strong arms caught him and held him away from danger he felt safer than anywhere else in the world. He probably wanted to know more about the person who had saved him. I bet he manipulated the info of who saved him out of Qi Rong when Qi Rong's five hitmen showed up to kill him. I bet just knowing the name of the person who'd saved him was what drove him to fight like a madman to avoid dying by Qi Rong's interference. That led him directly to the carriage's path again, and then to Xie Lian's arms again. He was calm when Xie Lian was holding him, but no one else. He didn't give a shit when the Head Priest predicted a future of only destruction, but heard Xie Lian insisting that he was capable of doing good. This fundamentally changed him as a person, even if Xie Lian didn't remember it later. This, I believe, is the reason why Hua Cheng left the world largely intact. Plus he didn't know where exactly Xie Lian was, so he couldn't just destroy large areas without possibly creating a most unwanted casualty.
Falling from the sky, beaten and dragged behind a cart, accused of bringing doom, watching Xie Lian stoically face angry crowds, asking the god who no one heard from anymore why he should live. Watching the flower demons torment his hero. Although many assume Hua Cheng decided to become strong enough to protect Xie Lian at this point, it could have been a resolve building up since their first interaction. Whatever the case, suffering through watching Xie Lian deal with the outbreak, face the angry mob, get heckled as he held up the Pavilions day in day out, that was the acute torment which fueled Hua Cheng's determination to become powerful. That this remains his worst fear, even after he now is at LEAST as powerful as Xie Lian in his heyday, says much about how much he loves Xie Lian.
Pursue his affections, he's the kind who loves with his entire heart. And since you wear a white robe, his color, close to your heart, perhaps he is the person nearest and dearest to yours...
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donaldduckau · 5 years
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Island of God's. Luck tied (ver fusion)
Donstone didn't know why actually he knew why he agreed to the triplets and webby wish of him going on a adventure to some dangerous place with them as he looked at them talking to each other .
the reason why was them using puppy eyes on him and boy can't he not resist the puppy eyes with tiny tears or anything the triplets did made him unable to resist treating them and donstone knew they had him in their hands with webby already gaining a spot too in his heart too. Donstone like everyone else jumped at the sound of lighting got himself ready incase of a emergency and he slipped hitting the back of the airplane as he got himself back up but then everything lost gravity and he knew this was going to hurt as the airplane crashed down.
He checked himself for any injuries but he was fine for just been in a crashing airplane so he walked towards the others as he heard his uncle say "ithaquack" with himself shouting "what" and he didn't want to stay as part of him wanted to say "no no no no " but the Gladstone part wanted to see these gods and donstone remember the fuel scrooge caused years ago so he agreed with his uncle "no we need to leave " but launchpad denied that so he was stuck but he at least for himself was going to experience ithaquack.
Donstone noticed the triplets and webby run into two groups "wait it's better if we stick together and explore " but they didn't hear him so he went to direction if huey whom was looking at pillar and he picked him up in one arm whilst he walked towards louie whom was laying on the ground and he stood above him with a frowning huey.
Louie looked at him as he asked "your blocking my light" and he picked him up as he spoke "now we going back to the airplane with you staying there as I found webby and dewey then we explore okay " louie asked "what's so dangerous that we can't go alone" then he got bear hugged from behind as the huey and louie were tossed forward.
Huey and louie were curious of who this man bulky, blonde haired bird was as he just hugged their uncle to the ground which was surprising to them as him tossing their uncle Into the air as he spoke "what glorious day for the return of friend Donald the sailor of the seven seas and his fusion " as he placed donstone face between his pecs with his feet touching the floor.
Donstone greeted him as he smelled the scent of storkules from the embrassing way his faced was placed so removing himself as he looked up to storkcules sightly " hello storkules nice to meet you I'm Donstone wait did you say fusion how did you know that" storkules just laughed " my freind donstone haven't I told you I'm a god of strength and fusion it's self is part of my gifts so if you wanted to fuse you can happily ask to" as he smiled godly.
Donstone really need to keep distance to this godly man as everything was checking list of a perfect man for donstone so acting calm " no thanks storkcules but meet louie and huey my nephews" storkules looked at him to Huey and louie before picking them up as he proclaimed them "hero's in the makings" as he squished their faces to his smiling. Huey asked " your uncle must of tod you I'm storkules colossus of corinth and hero of heliopolis and best friend to Donstone duck " as he does fistbump and receives one from donstone whom trying his best to look okay.
Huey and louie were amazed by the god as huey asked in amazement "your best friend is storkules " donstone couldn't say he was his best friend but he was a friend yes from what he remembered from Donald so " he's a friend yes" as he looked at storkules whom had a big smile on his face as he picked him up "donstone call me his friend o what a glorious day" scrooge peeked his head out of the airplane as he whispered " we need to get out of here for you know who " with confused louie asking "for who to not know we are here" but that got answered as a floating cloud with a man on top appeared "how dare you defy the will of zeus" but he got rambling huey asking him questions.
Donstone looked as huey asked zeus questions about him but donstone could see where storkcules got his genes from but then zeus brought up that "it was amazing until your uncle scrooge came and brought his riff raff" as he points to scrooge with himself and scrooge looking In the other knowing things were going to be difficult.
Zeus brought them to a ring as they sat down listening to zeus story. " ithaquack was the holiday for gods and hero's and I was the god of hosting and everyone love me then scrooge showed up" zeus started pointing to vases that housed images of what scrooge done and to donstone his uncle over did it " killing the unlikable gorgon, found the lost treasure of Troy and he was really good at building sandcastles ba"
louie saying "that sounds quite fun" getting reply from storkcules as he showed a vase of Donald and storkules which donstone liked maybe he could get one.
" it was " zeus disagreed "it wasn't as scrooge acted so cool " scrooge just rolled his eyes as he spoke "leave it to a god to whine about the god old days" scrooge stood up as he asked "where everyone " zeus annoyed replied "they left when you did as they didn't want to party with lame god that couldn't beat a lowly mortal" which scrooge showed them a vase of zeus sending lighting down "maybe there was year round lighting storm as he looked away.
Donstone got both points to scrooge and zeus but this wasn't his problem to solve and knowing his uncle it probably become worse. Storkules picked him up as he spoke "now you returned, Storkules, Donald and fiery sister" Storkules hesitates as he asks "where's della"
Donstone doesn't speak as he looks to Huey and Louie whom looking at vases and turning his head to the ground as Storkcules understood what it meant and trying to cheer him up Storkules proclaims " then we shall on on a arousing adventure to remember our fallen friend" donstone speaks "I don't really do adventures anymore"
"What adventure is the very blood in your veins well we must host a feast to celebrate your return" with Huey and Louie Cheering as zeus and scrooge say "what " storkules looking towards his father " father a god of hosting wouldn't cast out a crew of werry travelers" as he strokes donstone back causing a blush to form.
Zeus falling Into his sons hands mumbles " well no I guest not " as he turns his head away whilst still looking at his son. Storkules laughs "it be a back of all like the ages Beach party" with himself, huey and louie cheering.
The beach party was okay as donstone would say it and that was being nice but it ended as his uncle got zeus temper as he spoke "how dare you mortal is dim no good which I'd insulting ithaquack" with scrooge replies " maybe they left because of you"
Storkules trying to avoid a conflict suggest beach gangs but his father changes it " a contest if your family versus mine in series of heroic trials ya all shall know we are the superior party hounds " as he turns his head seeing the ducks try to leave. Huey protests as he speaks "epic trials,zeus" then louie " delicious grapes " with his hands in the air. Turning his body zeus faces them using his staff he makes a barrier forcing the family to the area "your not going anywhere " with the ducklings cheering and the adults groaning.
Donstone changes outfit like his family into tonics which donstone quite likes maybe he keep it but he goes to where the others are whilst not having heard what the just said he instead can't help but stare at storkcules lifting weights whilst noticing the conversation between the father and son.
They do the trials with huey taking the first with using the tonic he wore to win. The next trial was won by donstone as he tossed the disk the furthest but good gods was storkcules strong the disk caught fire and each trial was more of the winning but the statue trial with storkcules making a buff Donald which donstone found embrassing. Then last trial.
Zeus speaks "the ultimate challenge, steal the golden fleece from this child" scrooge disappointed asks "this your ultimate challenge" with louie looking to his brother saying "there's no way we beat storkules this one" with everyone looking at storkules. Storkules couldn't steal from a child he was a hero and stealing was wrong " steal from a child but if I do such a thing could I truly be called a hero donstone I'm in need of your wise council" but donstone was there as he walked away.
Donstone couldn't stay near him he was making donstone heart get all fast and his body just want to jump on him.
storkules at every moment but he turned as he heard storkules ask " boon companion Donstone where are you going" donstone spoke as he tried to say his words right " your nice guy" storkules replies " the most nice guy" adorable but storkules continues "for I am storkules the hero of " donstone interpret him " nono I'm don't do adventures really anymore I'm more of parent now and going on adventures means someone going to get hurt" storkcules says back " getting hurt is part of the adventure and eat would della say as age hear you now" "she can't " before looking away with the words "someone always gets hurt"
Donstone walked to where the airplane was as he stood a barrier away from the airplane and he tries to grab it but he gets shocked as he yelps in pain but hears his nephews scream for help as he speaks "boys " as he runs toward their direction. Storkules apologises as he can't control his body as he about to punch the ducklings and scrooge but stopped when he hears donstone in a heroic voice behind him " no one gets hurt today"
The two birds fight with Storkules flinging his fists towards Donstone whom avoids the hits whilst moving around Storkules with Storkules punching himself but Storkules gets hold of Donstone by the arms as he proclaims in sorrow "I regret this most bitterly" but scrooge jumps on Storkules shoulders and places his cane into Storkules month as he speaks "like old times lad" donstone replies "yeah" whilst they distract Storkules it's louie that convinces the gorgon to stop.
Storkules free from the gorgon voice looks down to donstone as he hugs and rolls him as he proclaims "donstone you have saved me " zeus in annoyed speaks "what are you doing, don't hug the enemy" with scrooge saying "their best friends" and donstone replies "friends"
Scrooge and zeus have a trial themselves with scrooge losing on purpose as to make zeus finally get over it. Storkules walks up to donstone "you make think you gave up adventuring but it hasn't given up on you and your a hero never the less" donstone smiles "thanks Storkules my friend" but before he they could hug the sky turns grey and zeus screams in anger with himself and everyone which reminds him to ask where webby sad dewey went but he saves that for later as they run to the ship which they found is been broken apart.
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Traitors of Olympus IV: The Fall of the Sun
Twenty-Eight: Calex
If All Your Friends Jump Off a Cliff…
             Calex wanted nothing to do with this. He wanted to be back at home, at his flat in St. Albans. There, he would be sipping a cup of tea, eating some of Winston’s terrible attempts at supper that he made when Tiwa was running late at the hospital, and hearing Gretchen complain about boys and Tom tease her.
           He wished he’d never learned who his biological father was, never read about the adventures of Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus, and never stepped foot in America.
           He didn’t know what he was to do.
           Then again, both Reyna and Axel had directed him to the same task: go to Euna. Just what to do when he got there eluded him.
           Before he could mutter something about how Axel may have bollixed his chances with Reyna, he stumbled away from their fight.
           The two warriors clashed into each other, a scrambling mess of golden armor blackened by dried blood to a dull mustard, like they’d decided to have a good ol’ scrum in a pool of black pudding.
           He didn’t know which one of them to help and doubted he could help regardless. Their movements were so fast, so brutal that he knew he would just get in the way. Besides, especially with his Eros gifts, he knew their fight was a tad personal and not something he’d want to interrupt.
           He walked towards Euna, careful to step around the vines linked back to her. He edged around Thalia’s swearing, shifting, angry cocoon. He didn’t want to know what kind of butterfly he’d emerge if these vines captured him.
           Euna pocketed Persephone’s box and held a hand out towards him.
           The updraft was violent. His scarf fluttered up and smacked him in the face as he approached. The roar was deafening, though he thought he heard a crackled hum alongside it.
           Despite their surroundings, or maybe enhanced by the bleakness of their surroundings, Euna’s loveliness was distracting. She looked older, colder. Her skin glowed faintly. Red, spiky flowers, trumpeted purple ones, and tiny, white bell ones dangled from her hair and clothes, tenderly brushing against her skin. Dark purple berries, and clustered brilliant red ones formed a crown along her head. From what Calex vaguely remembered from the Alnwick Gardens, all of those were toxic. Vines were the only thing keeping her tattered outfit together, and Calex had an uncomfortable moment of wondering whether Euna was puppetting the vines or they were puppetting her.
           “Right, Euna. Hey,” he said lamely, taking her hand, hoping he wouldn’t immediately pass out from the poisons. How his journey would end, unconscious by the pit of Kaos: There and Not Back Again: a Story about a Dumb Prick by Calex Rupin McKenzie.
           Her hand was rough.
           He remembered her distant gaze when he’d given Euna her first kiss and how taken aback she was with their godly audience. (And, how he’d been more than a bit mortified that she’d taken a fancy to a woman right after, though Calex knew it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with Thalia.)
           Before, her dark eyes were always distant, bored. Now, they were focused, radiating hatred.
           He’d been more than a bit worried about her since Santiago killed Joey. But he never knew how to help.
           Now he could.
           “We’re going to jump,” she said.
           Calex swallowed. “I don’t follow.”
           Her gaze shifted over the cliff.
           Calex looked down. “Vertigo” was too weak a word to describe the rushing sensation he felt, the loss of self when confronted with the reality below him. This was like comparing a glance down a faucet to a glance over a cliff off Mount Everest. Except, in this case, Mount Everest was the faucet.
           It was like the world just ended. When Calex thought about what he learned in Camp Half-Blood’s mythology classes, the world did end here, like those silly old illustrations of ships finding the edge of the ocean and tumbling into nothing.
           At first, Calex thought the thing beneath him was black and dark. Upon blinking, slowing his breathing, and tapping into his demigod focus, he knew it was all colors, swirling and colliding so violently and rapidly as to blur and appear a swirling vortex of nothing: a cycle of existence and destruction. A creature that—with each exhale—created and eviscerated with the same attention as Calex paid to blinking.
           The updraft and abrupt suction of air wasn’t any wind. Kaos itself was spawning new particles.
           No wonder Hera had screamed when Zeus hung her over Kaos. Nothing like forcing an immortal to face its own unimportance.
           “We’re going over the edge,” Euna reiterated.
           Calex squeezed her hand. He was glad she had offered hers to him. Had he not been holding her, he was scared he’d slip over the edge, gawking and forgetting, by comparison of the gargantuan thing beneath him, that he even existed or mattered. If he did at all.
           “Did you have to put it to words?” he whispered. Cold sweat broke out on his brow. Calex swallowed again. He forced his eyes away from the eminent evisceration and rebirth, glancing at Euna, who seemed unaffected by the gravity of Kaos. “Wait,” he said, “Euna, before we get ripped to pieces by that… thing beneath us, can you promise me something?”
           Her cold eyes examined him curiously. Unlike the others, it was clear she wasn’t on a time schedule. He guessed a godly killing spree didn’t need a special date or RSVP.
           Calex felt like he was supposed to say this isn’t what Joey would have wanted, but this was EXACTLY what the overdramatic girl would have wanted. Except, maybe, with a musical number with the pit of Kaos as a DJ scratch booth. Not—as Calex finally identified—the hum of a decapitated head dangling off Euna’s belt.
           He shook his head. “Assuming we live through this and all that unlikeness, we’re going topside to save the camp, slog Phobetor in his stupid piggy face, make sure Kally, Merry, and the others are okay, and then we’re going to get some pizza afterwards and have a long chat before you decide to jump off any other cliffs,” he said, “There are other ways to mourn.”
           Euna’s sternness broke at the mention of lunch. Although it had to be his imagination with the roar of Kaos, he could have sworn he heard Euna’s stomach growl. She pulled his hand in, so she could touch her belly. She frowned. “I really should have eaten more before this. And taken a nap. Add napping to the end of that list.”
           If Euna threw fists when members of Cabin Four tried to wake her from training, he’d be terrified for the poor bloke that tried to wake Euna after a plotting-the-destruction-of-the-gods nap.
           “We’ll have to get you another shirt along the way, least you kill Axel and Thalia with embarrassment.”
           “My shirt?” Euna asked, confused.
           “Is torn,” he said.
           Euna glanced down. “Ah.” She shrugged. “So it is. I don’t know why that would bother either of them.”
           Calex shook his head, almost smiling from her aloofness. This was still their Euna. “Shall we then? Lovely day for a dive. Or night. I have no real concept of what time it is.”
           Something slithered up along his legs to his hips. For a horrified moment, he thought he’d miss-stepped onto one of Euna’s traps. Then the vines pushed him against Euna.
           “If we get separated, you die,” she said as the vines laced their legs together. He was grossed out that Jack’s humming head bumped his thigh.
           Not that there aren’t 50 other things that will make me die here, he thought.
           Calex was already scared of tripping over the edge. Now he frantically struggled to keep his footing. For an absurd moment, he wanted to protest that he was covered in blood and would get Euna dirty, since that was clearly high on her priority list. Euna was shorter than him, and their proximity brought the poison berries to his chin height. Her hair tickled his throat and he got lightheaded when he inhaled the sickly sweet scent from one of the white flowers. Angel’s Trumpet, a devil of a flower, he remembered an Alnwick tour guide warning.
           She released his hand to hold up the rosewood box from her pocket. “Calex, I need you to make a tiny portion of Kaos fall madly in love with this box. Jack—” She glanced down, her face brushing Calex’s chest. “I need you to keep the rest of Kaos from getting near the box. Or us.”
           Jack had been humming Poison by Alice Cooper. A real oldie Calex knew from Winston. “Aye, aye, Captain Euna! That sounds like something I might be able to do.”
           “That’s it then? Make the primordial god of creation fall in love with a small, wooden box?” Calex asked, trembling. He swallowed a third time. His head already felt like it was spinning, though he couldn’t tell if that was from the toxic fumes, the terror, the continued vertigo, or the annoyance of remembering Jack was a real person and not a Halloween decoration. “I’ll need use of my bow, then.”
           He was too close to Euna, and he didn’t think he could wrap his arms around her and shoot behind her back. The scythe might also get in the way once they were falling. He unslung Soul Pain from his back and awkwardly held it to the side.
           “I’ll make us tied back-to-back once we’ve fallen and we know the vines are secure. You’re going to want these.” She placed something gooey in his free hand, then tapped her ear.
           When he stared down, he could see something that resembled plant goop.
           “I’ve got some lungs on me. Well, I don’t anymore, but I’m still a loud Jackie-boy,” Jack explained, and Calex could hear him grinning.
           Earplugs? Calex hoped these earplugs weren’t also poisonous, though at this point, he more hoped that Thanatos would still collect his soul here before it got turned to particle rubbish and that the god of Death wouldn’t chicken out since Calex would die so close to Kaos.
           When Calex pressed some of the goop to his left ear, the liquid seemed sentient, sliding in and clinging to his eardrum. The roar of Kaos, Jack’s humming, and the shouts and clang from Axel and Reyna’s fight dulled to a muffle. He pressed the remaining gunk onto his other earlobe, on standby. He wasn’t quite ready to lose all hearing.
           “Ready?” Euna asked, her dark eyes burning.
           Calex knew he was missing something vital. Euna had said mad love. Calex didn��t know mad love. He knew the fan-boy love he had for Percy and Annabeth, but there were healthy limits to that, despite Pax’s claims. Dare he call his feelings for Merry love? If it was, it wasn’t mad. He’d been careful not to let his feelings for her get out of control, out of respect that she didn’t fancy him quite the same way or at least wasn’t at a point in her life where she’d want the kind of love he had to offer.
           He’d accidentally imbued Thanatos with mad love, but that was a whim of survival. Maybe he could do it again, or maybe he’d flop and be screaming, “Bollix!!” as Kaos shredded them.
           No, Calex needed a solid example to pull this off.
           Another shout and clang came from the darkness near them, and Calex understood why Reyna and Axel were necessary for this quest.
           “I need to borrow something from you! Sorry, mates!” he said.
           Calex closed his eyes and expanded his senses. Everyone turned to colors and he glanced past Euna’s fury, Thalia’s irritation, and Jack’s excitement.
           A tugging hit his gut when he felt it: the irrational combination of respect, frustration, anger, passion, insecurity, wistfulness, benevolence, and desperation. Like a chemist listing off ingredients, Calex knew the missing element that kept the combination so volatile: trust. The perfect instability for what he needed.
           Calex mentally reached out and grabbed.
           Although he couldn’t hear them or see them, he could feel Axel and Reyna crumble as he robbed them, concentrating what was theirs into the palm of his hand.
           The emotion burned there, along the tips of his fingers. When he opened his eyes, he could see his fingers glowed a violent shade of red.
           “He’s got blood in his eyes,” Jack sang and Calex knew his eyes were the same shade.
           Calex nudged his palm against his ear, shoving the rest of the goop into his ear canal. The noises around them faded to murmurs. All he could hear was his own heartbeat and feel the thudding of Euna’s against his chest. Calex clenched his fists, one around the volatile emotions, one around Soul Pain.
           “Let’s go take part of Kaos,” he whispered.
           Euna stared at him steadily.
           Then she lifted Kronos’ scythe. The weapon was the only thing balancing them. They tumbled over the edge of the cliff, towards the swirling gap underneath the world, to steal a sliver of a primordial god, or get shredded in the process.
 Thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed :D Tune in next week for Calex: When Your Spell Works Too Well.
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My Eyes - Part 10
Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader
Word Count: 5,421
Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.
Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.
Previously On...
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“Nat, for the last time, I’m not going to your birthday party.” Bucky and Nat were sparring in the gym.
“But it’s my birthday! You have to do anything I ask!” She retorted as he blocked yet another one of her attacks.
They had been going at it for an hour now and they were both breathing heavily. Bucky was just wearing baggy short and no shirt. Nat was only wearing a sports bra and capri leggings. Despite being half dressed and covered in sweat, there was zero sexual tension in the room. It was all training and business.
“Can’t I just buy you a gift? I’ll even get you a cake!” Bucky offered.
Nat shook her head. “Nope. The only gift I’ll accept is you attending my birthday party.”
“Romanoff… It ain’t happening.” Bucky cocked an eyebrow.
Then she gave him her infamous smirk. “I guess we’ll just have to fight for it.”
Bucky narrowed his gaze. “Fine.”
“I win, you come to my party and you even let me pick out your outfit. You win, and you don’t even have to get me a gift.” Nat offered.
Bucky moved to a fighting stance. “You got yourself a deal.”
Nat didn’t need any other cue and lunged for him. Most recruits were terrified to fight Bucky. It was mostly she, Sam, and T’Challa that were brace enough. But the royal king was rarely at the compound to fill in.
Nat had to admit, most days, Bucky had the upper hand. He had brute strength on his side, not to mention the metal arm. He was almost twice her height and was a good enough sniper to rival Clint.
But the Black Widow was trained to be a woman fighting men. She was resourceful and went into every fight knowing she was more likely to lose… And that was exactly why she rarely did.
Nat was mostly on the defense, biding her time until she saw the perfect window to take Bucky down. He was oblivious to this specific tactic and was naïve to think that it would be over soon.
Then she caught it. Bucky pulled a punch from his metal arm and it set off his perfect balance just a sliver. Nat threw a kick at the exact spot that would further mess up his equilibrium. The point wasn’t for the kick to actually do any damage. But once she was controlling where the weight of his body was, she went in for the kill. She sprinted forward and her legs formed into a flying scissor, wrapping around Bucky’s neck. Using her body weight to her advantage, she twisted her torso and used all her strength to pull Bucky down to the ground.
Despite this being her infamous style of fighting, she still managed to surprise her teammates with it.
With both of them on the ground, Nat still had the upper hand. Bucky’s neck was in a vice-like grip between her muscular legs. She tightened her grip, choking him. He tried to get out of her hold. But the angle was too strange for even his metal arm to escape from it. His face was going pink from lack of oxygen.
“I can’t wait to pick out your outfit.” Nat commented cheekily. Then she released him.
“I hate that fucking move…” Bucky muttered under his breath.
Nat smiled as she grabbed her water bottle and walked out of the gym.
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Bucky was grateful that Nat’s birthday party was a more casual than the usual Avenger events. Bucky usually snuck his way out of most of them. Clearly, this was not one of those times.
Nat was true to her word and made Bucky wear exactly what she wanted. He ended up in dark wash jeans, a crisp white button up, and combat boots. But Nat claimed it was the grungy motorcycle jacket that completed the outfit. Bucky had already owned all of the clothes, but apparently he didn’t know how to combine them to her liking. She even made him let her do his hair. By the end of her efforts, she said he looked like a 90s heartthrob. Like always, the reference went over his head. A bet was a bet, and he had followed through. At least in these clothes he could actually breathe.
There were a couple hundred guests. Apparently being a spy with multiple identities got you a lot of friends. There were a lot of SHIELD agents, but there seemed to be some normal civilians too.
The compound had extra security service for events like these. After the whole situation with Ultron, Tony got a little uptight about having guests.
Bucky’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of Thor across the room. Even when he was wearing Midgardian clothing, he still stuck out like the godly being he was. Bucky left his quiet and secluded corner to approach him.  
“Thor, please tell me you have that Asgardian liquor on you.” Bucky pleaded.
“Ah! James! It is good to see you too!” Thor pushed sarcasm as his friend bypassed the polite greeting.
“Right. Sorry, Thor. Hi, how are you?” Bucky’s cheeks reddened slightly. It was these stupid parties to blame for he rudeness. He hated them.
Thor seemed to pick up on his stress and patted him on the shoulder. “I only jest, my friend. Of course I have my famed spirits.” Without further conversation, Thor grabbed an empty glass from a passing waiter and filled it halfway.
Bucky thanked him graciously. Once he had a few sips, he allowed himself to relax and conversed with Thor. A few more sips and he realized he was starting to enjoy himself.
Then he happened to glance at the entrance and spotted a beautiful woman entering. He did a double take: the beautiful woman was Y/N.
Bucky quickly turned his back so she couldn’t spot him. His eyes searched the crowd for Natasha. Chugging the rest of his liquid and slamming it down on the nearest surface, Bucky excused himself from his conversation with Thor.
Nat was in the middle of a chat with Wanda and someone he didn’t know. Not caring if he was rude, Bucky gripped Nat’s arm and practically ripped her away. He found a secluded corner and pushed her against the wall.
“You just really wanted me to come to your birthday party, huh?” He asked with accusation in his voice.
Nat immediately put on an innocent expression.
“Guess it just slipped your mind that you invited Y/N and that you somehow convinced her to actually come?” Bucky continued in a growl.
“Would you have come if I told you?” Nat snapped back.
Bucky narrowed his gaze and finally dropped the tight grip he had on her arm.
It had been a month since Bucky confessed his darkest secret to Y/N. He hadn’t found the courage to return since. He talked to Jimmy every couple of days on the phone. But there was never a conversation between Y/N and Bucky.
“For once, can you just stay out of my business?” Bucky growled at her.
“Meddling is kind of my thing. I work in espionage, Barnes. What do you expect?” Nat really didn’t feel guilty. Someone had to push the two of them.  
Bucky let out a growl of frustration. He was so not prepared to have this confrontation tonight.
He pointed an aggressive finger at Nat. “For the record, I’m letting this slip since it’s your birthday. You better believe your ass is mine next time we spar.”
Nat smirked. “I look forward to it.” And then she was slipping back into the party.
Bucky took in a deep breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk Thor’s alcohol. Now he was feeling sick. No more for him, only earthly drinks. If he was going to face this, he had to do it with a clear head.
Eventually he had the courage to head back inside the center of the party. He found Sam leaning against the bar. Bucky joined him, ordering a beer from the bartender.
“Y/N’s here.” Sam said calmly, thinking he was giving his friend a fair warning.
“Oh, I’m well aware.” Bucky replied cynically and took a large gulp of his beer.
“She looks good.” Sam complimented in a non-threatening way.
Bucky nodded and looked at the men in her vicinity. Their eyes were all on her. She was oblivious as she said hi to old friends she hadn’t seen in years.
“Yeah… you’re not the only one to notice.” Bucky muttered darkly.  
But Sam was right: Y/N looked absolutely beautiful. It was like no time had passed since the first day he met her. There had never been a time when Bucky had seen Y/N all dolled up. She was always undone and natural. He preferred her that way, if he were being honest. But seeing her with the sexy pink slip, high heels, and glamorous makeup… he couldn’t complain. However, he could complain about other men ogling her.  
“You know, if the Winter Soldier took his claim, none of those other suckers would go within 5 feet of her.” Sam chuckled. He couldn’t deny, it was entertaining watching Bucky grumble.
“She’s not a piece of property, Sam.” Bucky retorted. He looked at the bar instead of Y/N. It wasn’t something he wanted to watch. His self-control was already being tested.  
Sam scoffed. “You know what I mean, man.” He on the other hand, was watching Y/N like a hawk. Bucky wasn’t the only one that felt a responsibility to watch over Y/N. If Bucky didn’t swing in and save her from unwanted suitors, Sam would happily do it.  
“I’m not going to get in her way.” Bucky mumbled and shook his head.
“Maybe you should. She doesn’t seem to be feeling it.” Sam basically narrated as his eyes stayed locked on her.
Bucky’s gaze snapped up. Y/N was stuck in a conversation with a reputable SHIELD agent. Bucky recognized him as Caleb Stratford. He was a nice guy, good-looking, and a decent agent. What bothered Bucky was how uncomfortable Y/N appeared to be. Her shoulders were slightly raised and her hands were fidgeting in front of her. She was smiling and nodding along, but Bucky could recognize the phoniness behind it.
“If you aren’t going to do anything, I will. She looks like cornered prey, Bucky.” Sam wasn’t being playful anymore and his warning was genuine.
Bucky didn’t bother responding verbally. He shot up from his seat and slammed his beer on the bar. Most people moved out of his way as he crossed the room. No matter how much good he did, people still shifted in concealed fear. They weren’t used to seeing him at these gatherings either.
Y/N didn’t notice Bucky’s approach until he cleared his throat beside Caleb. Her body instantly relaxed at the sight of him.
Caleb turned slightly to acknowledge him. “Sergeant Barnes.” He greeted coolly.
“Agent Stratford.” Bucky answered. “I think Coulson is looking for you.”
True or not, Caleb wasn’t going to let Y/N out of his grasp. He eyed Bucky suspiciously and didn’t appreciate the challenge. “Word on street is that you have no problem finding yourself girls to take home. Didn’t realize you started fighting other men for them, Barnes.” His attempt at being Y/N’s knight in shining armor went amiss.
Y/N’s eyes flickered to Bucky at the comment. It was not what she was expecting to hear.
“Careful… he’s the godfather of my son.” Y/N raised an eyebrow with her caution.
Caleb broke his stare down with Bucky to look at her. “You two know each other?”
“Yes.” Bucky and Y/N accidentally answered in unison.
Caleb took this a small defeat, but he wasn’t completely giving up. “I hope to see you around, Y/N.” He gave a final scowl to Bucky before walking away.
Y/N let out a breath now that the tension was gone.
“I didn’t realize I was Jimmy’s godfather.” Bucky said with a sly smirk.
“Well… that’s because I’m not religious and I think he would’ve assumed we were somehow related if I said uncle.” Y/N giggled. “I should’ve brought up Jimmy sooner. Nothing makes men runner faster than a single mom.”
“Well they’re idiots then.” Bucky stated. His earnestness made Y/N’s smile falter slightly.
She watched him for a moment. “Nat didn’t tell you I was coming, did she?”
“No… it must have slipped her mind.” He sighed.
Then Y/N took in his attire. She hadn’t noticed it until now. “Did she also make you one of her dolls?”
Bucky laughed. “That bad, huh?”
“No. I was actually going to say you look ruggedly handsome. But that’s nothing new… I just somehow knew the outfit wasn’t your doing.”
Bucky blushed at compliment and Y/N smiled at being responsible for it.
“Do you want a drink? Sam’s over at the bar and he wanted to say hi.”
Y/N nodded and lead the way. Bucky was right behind her. She took note of people staring at her. Apparently it was weird to see the Winter Soldier accompanied by a woman.
However, Bucky only noticed the men checking her out.
“You know…I’m beginning to understand why Steve never brought you to these things.” His voice was low and hostile.
But Y/N just looked at him with a blank expression, completely oblivious to what he was referring to.
Bucky shook his head at her innocence and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. “Y/N, you look beautiful.” His voice was sincere and sweet. Then he caught a man staring at her ass. He glared at him, over Y/N’s shoulder. “And I have a feeling if I leave you alone for a second, you’re going to have to deal with more than just Caleb.”
“Then I guess you can’t let me out of your sight.” Y/N suggested with a playful gape.
Thank god the bartender interrupted them, because Y/N’s charm completely caught Bucky off guard.
This was new for them: flirting, teasing banter. Bucky hadn’t expected it. Instead his pessimism was convinced she would either avoid him the whole night or make her rejection quite clear.
“My flower fairy!” Sam came out of nowhere. “Oh, I’ve missed you!”
“Shh, Sam.” Y/N hushed. “People are staring.”
Bucky smiled at her blushing.
Sam ignored her warning and hugged her tightly. “Hey, hey, hey!” He addressed the entire party. “This is my flower fairy… she’s off limits. Hear me?” He continued embarrassing her by yelling out. The people in their vicinity actually quieted down from Sam’s announcement.
Bucky had to respect the man’s tactics.
But Y/N groaned at the unwanted attention. “You just took cock blocking to a new level, Sam. Sometimes I regret naming my son after you.”
“The only thing you regret, is doing it in his middle name instead of his first name.” Sam argued with a wink.
Then some veteran friends of his pulled Sam away.
Y/N finally was able to grab her drink. She looked at Bucky and did a cheers with his beer. After taking a sip, she studied Bucky.
“You know… I’m surprised you’re even here right now. I thought you hated these things.”
“I lost a bet with Nat. Otherwise I would be hiding in my bedroom or the gym.”
Y/N smirked at his honesty. “Well, I would’ve found you eventually.”
There it was again, the flirting.
“Y/N! Why didn’t you find me when you got here?” Wanda practically squealed in her ear and wrapped her in a hug.
Next thing Y/N knew, she was being dragged away by the girl. She looked over her shoulder and gave Bucky a look that informed him they weren’t done talking.
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The party went on and Bucky managed to continue surviving. The party was getting crazier. People had been drinking for hours now; the music was louder, the room was hotter.
“Do you know where Y/N is? I wanted her to dance with me.” Nat whined.
Bucky shrugged. “I assumed she was with you.”
“I haven’t seen her in awhile.” Nat replied before returning to the dance floor.
Bucky looked around and he couldn’t find Y/N anywhere either. Then he realized where she was probably hiding. Looking around, he made sure no one saw him leaving. He didn’t want anyone following him, but he also didn’t want to get dragged to the dance floor with Nat.
The average guest wouldn’t know how to get on the rooftop. The hallways were confusing and there were too many turns. No one would end up there accidentally.
So he wasn’t surprised to find Y/N staring out into the surrounding forest. Every so often she would look below at the drunken guests escaping to various chauffeurs.
“Hiding from Nat?” Bucky asked from behind her.
Y/N whipped around. “Jesus, Buck! You scared me.”
Bucky mumbled an apology.
“I was having a good time.” She admitted. “Then I just had to start remembering things. Nostalgia is such a bitch, you know.” Y/N sighed, looking back into the night. “I haven’t been back here since…since-“
“I know.” Bucky acknowledged softly.
Y/N shivered as the night breeze passed.
Bucky quickly shrugged off his leather jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders.
Those chivalrous gestures still surprised her, and he could read it as her eyes flickered up to his. She muttered her thanks and shifted the jacket so she could put her arms in the sleeves. The way it hung off her frame reminded him of how small she really was.
Bucky watched as Y/N sighed and burrowed further into his jacket. It was like taking a blanket out of the dryer. He couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to it smelling like her once he got it back.
Silence settled between them.
Y/N seemed to be trying to work herself up to ask something. Bucky could tell she was having quite the internal discussion. Finally she took a deep breath and faced him daringly.
“I…I just have to know.” She began quietly. “If Steve were still alive, would you have ever told me?”
Bucky swallowed and found that his throat was dry. They’d been dodging the issues concerning the two of them all night. It was finally time to acknowledge the lingering questions.
He looked at the ground as if it would give him the right answer. After a moment he shook his head. “No. It wouldn’t have been fair…to you or Steve.”
“You told me everything…and-and then you just left, Bucky.” Y/N reproached. “And you never came back.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N. I just needed you to know. I didn’t want to force a resolution from you.”
“And you’re scared.” She couldn’t help but point out.
Bucky’s jaw clenched at her calling out his vulnerability. “That too.” He confessed.
Then she was taking a step closer to him. Bucky didn’t move; just let her take control of the situation. He was just her prey. She reached up and stroked his cheek, rubbing his scruff back and forth with her right thumb. But her eyes were eyeing his dark pink lips. The distance between their faces was getting smaller and smaller.
Bucky couldn’t stand still any longer. He had to grab something. His right hand gripped her waist and tugged slightly, encouraging her to move closer.
Their lips were nearly touching.
“Y/N! I know you’re hiding up here!” Nat yelled out drunkenly. Wanda, Sam, and few other friends accompanied her.
Y/N let out a sigh.
Bucky leaned his forehead against hers.
They both knew the moment was over now.
The two of them pulled apart just as the group reached the top of the stairs and joined them on the rooftop.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Wanda giggled. Clearly Bucky and Y/N were the most sober of everyone.
Once again, Y/N was being pulled away from Bucky. But as she was almost to the stairs, she realized she was still wearing his leather jacket.
“Oh!” She started moving to take it off.
“Keep it. I’ll grab it later.” Bucky stopped her. “Looks better on you anyway, doll.”
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Bucky was restless as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling. His right forearm was draped across his forehead as he felt a headache coming on. It was like his whole body knew that Y/N was still in his vicinity.
He had offered to fly her back home on one of the jets. It was mostly an excuse to have her to himself. But she said Nat had invited her to spend the night in one of the guest rooms. She’d brought an overnight bag and everything.
Bucky was at a loss of where to go from here. Was Y/N actually interested in him? Or was he just the remnants of Steve that she couldn’t let go?
They were so close to kissing. Why couldn’t he have just ignored the rest of them and crashed his lips against hers? ‘Because you’re a coward,’ he told himself.
But Bucky’s internal monologue came to a halt when he heard someone knocking on his bedroom door. He quickly sat up in bed and glanced at the clock: it was almost 3 in the morning.
With his hand gripping the handle, he paused a moment before opening the door.
Y/N was standing on the other side. The glamorous makeup was gone, her hair was undone, she was wearing a ratty t-shirt that had the logo of a band on it, and cotton shorts. This was the Y/N Bucky had fallen in love with.
Bucky didn’t ask her what she was doing. He had the feeling that Y/N’s empath abilities were slipping from her grasp again.
Next thing he knew, Y/N flung herself at him. Her lips were on his and her hands had somehow already wrapped around his neck. One of them was lacing itself within his dark hair and Bucky let out a groan of pleasure.  
Bucky managed to slam his bedroom door shut without breaking the kiss. Then his arms were gripping the back of her thighs and he lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Y/N gasped at the movement, but her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct alone.
Bucky carried her to the bed. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Whether it was Y/N or her abilities, her lips felt electric. Her body was telling him what she wanted through her powers, without her consent. The paranormal communication was intoxicating to him.
But then reality still managed to slip its way into his conscious.
Y/N was being pressed into the mattress from their kissing. Bucky suddenly pulled away and stood up, just at the edge of the bed. Y/N sat up, sensing his distress and trying to read his emotions even further.
Bucky laughed uneasily and ran a hand over his scruff. “I-I feel like we’re doing this in the wrong order.” He admitted roughly.
Y/N cocked an eyebrow, not understanding what he meant.
“I just want to do this right… wanted to take you out.”
Then she was smiling, finally comprehending what Bucky was so stressed about. He felt like he was treating her like the rest of the women that warmed his bed. She knew that wasn’t the case, and she knew because she felt it.
Y/N slowly made her way off the bed so she was standing and facing Bucky. Her eyes narrowed with seduction. Then her lips were on his neck, then behind his ear, then just at the corner of his lips. Bucky knew she was trying to destroy him and it was working.
When enough damage was done, Y/N pulled back to look at him again. “I figure you’ve waited long enough… don’t you think, James?”
The use of his first name made his heart beat faster.
Without waiting for him to respond, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Then she slid her shorts and underwear down her legs in one movement.
Y/N stepped forward to capture his lips again.
But Bucky stopped her gently and made her take a step back.
His eyes consumed every inch her body, taking in every detail. He shook his head at the absurdity of it all, as if he were not worthy enough to be with her right now…like this.
Y/N shrunk slightly at the scrutiny and shifted her weight in discomfort. Bucky took it as his cue, seizing her hips gently and pulling her back to him.
“Don’t be shy.” Bucky murmured in her ear and then pressed a kiss to her jaw. “You’re beautiful.” It was an understatement. He had nightmares and dreams about being with Y/N like this. None of them would compare to the reality.
Her body pulsed a surge of passion. She was completely unable to control it now. Then her hands were grabbing at the edge of Bucky’s tank top and she pulled it off his body gracefully.
Y/N had never been this close to his bare chest. She was suddenly reminded of the time she found him in the kitchen, how he cowered from her view in embarrassment. Bucky watched her observing the scars where metal met flesh.
With the every other girl, he never got self-conscious about it. They were just one-night stands. Most of them slept with him because of who they thought he was. It was never intimate enough for him to care what they thought of his scars.
Y/N then realized that Bucky had avoided touching her with his metal arm this whole time. She reached forward and gently pulled it toward her naked body, forcing it to wrap around her waist. The cool metal calmed her nerves. Then she leaned forward and scattered kissed along the scarring on his chest.  
She could tell that Bucky was still self-conscious. So she sent a calming flow toward him with her powers.
Bucky let out a shaky breath in relief.
But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He enveloped her in another kiss and pressed her body back onto the bed, hovering over her bare figure.
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Bucky gradually woke up. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with his body. He metal arm was wrapped around a warm and naked body. For a moment, his brain told him it was another one of his flings. But he could never sleep after those affairs and he had definitely never cuddled with any of them like this.
The night then came rushing back. His eyes flickered up to find Y/N’s back pressed tightly to his bare chest. Bucky was beaming at the memory of last night’s events. He pressed a kiss to the back of Y/N’s shoulder. She let out a content sigh. But that wasn’t enough for her sleeping body, for it turned in his arms and then she nuzzled her face into his chest.
Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the cuteness of it. He pressed another kiss to her forehead. It seemed to finally rouse her from the slumber.
Her eyes squinted up at him. Then she closed them again, refusing to properly wake up. She kissed his collarbone and nestled back into his chest.
“Morning…” Her voice was muffled, but he could still hear the smile.
“Good morning, doll.” Bucky greeted tenderly.
“I don’t want to get up.” Y/N whined. “Don’t make me do it.”
He chuckled. “No one’s making you get up… I promise.” But he sat up against the headboard and shifted her body so she was sleeping on his chest.
“You’re so warm.” Y/N sighed sleepily.
Bucky couldn’t help himself as he kissed the top of her head. His arms still enveloped her torso, his right hand rubbing light circles on her back.
“How about I go sneak some coffee out of the kitchen for us?” Bucky whispered in her ear. He felt her body perk up at the mention of ‘coffee’ and laughed at her response. “That’s what I thought.”
Y/N managed to let go of his body heat with the promise of coffee.
When Bucky returned, the bed was empty. Y/N came out of the bathroom with her hair fixed and her clothes back on.
Bucky’s brow creased. “I’ll be honest, I preferred you with your clothes off.”
Despite all of their activities last night, Y/N blushed. “Well, I got cold without your ridiculous body heat. So you only have yourself to blame.” She walked over to and kissed him adoringly on the lips before taking her coffee out of his grasp.
Y/N sat on the bed, sipped her coffee, and glanced around Bucky’s bedroom. She had never been in here before. And last night she had been a little too preoccupied to notice any details.
Her eyes lit up when she noticed various drawings and picture colorings that Jimmy continued to gift to Bucky with every visit. Then she spotted photos of him and Steve. A couple of them were from the 40s; others were modern and clearly taken on a digital camera or phone. But then something caught Y/N’s attention on the bookcase.
Bucky had been watching her and followed her gaze, wondering what she was looking at. Y/N stood up and placed her coffee on the nightstand before walking over.
She’d recognize Steve’s sketchbook anywhere.
There was dust gathered on it. Clearly it hadn’t been opened in quite some time.
A pit formed in Bucky’s stomach as he watched her, nervously. Was this about to finish everything?
Y/N had never looked inside. Steve had always been shy about his artwork and she respected that privacy. She never asked, only seeing the stuff he offered to her. But now it was all in front of her, at her fingertips.
Y/N flipped it open and her eyes were instantly met with countless drawings of herself. Her breathing became heavier as she absorbed the naked sketches. She had no idea he’d done any of them.
Quickly turning around, she eyed Bucky. “Have you looked at these?” Her voice was nervous and slightly embarrassed.
He nodded carefully. “Once.”
Y/N’s hand shook as she put the sketchbook back in its place. It was left for Bucky, not her. Clearly he wasn’t looking at it everyday. The dust made that clear.
“I told you, you were beautiful.” Bucky simplified.
Before she could further express her vulnerability, someone knocked at the door.
Y/N panicked. As soon as one person saw them together, everyone would know before the end of the day. It was too soon for that.
Bucky saw her distress and crossed the room. He caressed her cheek and kissed her. “It’s fine.” He assured her softly.
From where she was standing, the visitor wouldn’t see her unless Bucky completely opened the door.
Y/N instantly recognized the voice of Agent Hill. She listened as Hill explained that Bucky and some of the other Avengers were needed. There was an attack in Chicago. They were flying out in a few hours.
Y/N glanced at the sketchbook again.
Her eyes began to water when she started putting it together.
Bucky finally finished his talk and closed the door. He stopped his movements when he caught the tears forming in Y/N’s eyes.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
But she shook her head, refusing to explain. “I-I should go.”
Bucky rushed to her, but she maneuvered out of his hold. “Y/n, wait. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m fine. I’ll ask Nat to fly me back. If she can’t, I’ll just get one of the driver’s to drop me off at the airport and I’ll buy a ticket home.”
“Y/N, stop!” Bucky finally snapped. He gripped her shoulders and forced her to face him. “What the hell just happened?” He was horrified to find her shaking.
“It’s going to happen again. It already is!” Y/N whimpered. “I can’t do it again.” She kept emphasizing ‘again’.
Bucky sighed, putting it together.
“You’re already leaving for a mission.” Y/N explained. “I just got you and now all I can think about is losing you.”
Bucky’s heart broke. “Y/N…wait here, okay? Please…just-just wait here. I’ll be right back.” Y/N said nothing. “Can you do that?”
She finally shrugged and nodded.
10 minutes later, Bucky came back with Y/N’s overnight bag hanging off his shoulder.
Y/N became confused. “What are you doing?”
“Come on. I’m taking you home.” Bucky responded casually.
“I-I thought you had to-”
Bucky grabbed her hand. “I told them I’m not going.”
With that, he started dragging her to the hangar.
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Part 11
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thephantomcasebook · 6 years
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Reylo Riffing: Kylo giving Rey her new clothes.
It only happened once, and it confused and scared her. Sixty portions, seventy if she pressed the issue. The client was a merchant, blue skin, a face of dreadlock tentacles. She was the sister of a queen off world, willing to buy Unkar’s junk, for a price. The alien regal had never tasted “human” before. No one had ever told the princess’s sample about these things, explained to her what “it” was to be intimate, how to do … “it”, what “it” was. Unkar told her to get in the back office and take her clothes off. She had never done so in front of anyone before. The alien princess, mostly fish and arachnid told her that she was such a “precious” thing, her many arms helping a hesitant Rey. The other limbs shepherding the young girl forward, slowly massaging the exposed cheeks of her buttocks, a slimy film perspiring from their black pours. She was scared, confused, the insect noise, the cuing sounds that pricked the back of her neck in fear and paralysis. The slimy tentacles slipped across her sleek belly slathering across her navel, traveling downward to her hairless sex. She made moans of protest at the strange sensation, the uncomfortable pleasure, the inherent wrong of it all. Her fear of Unkar kept in place as the spider fish clicked its predatory noise as she made way down to between her legs. But, then, in a flash, she felt a pull in the air, the content of the room spark in darkness, the very air swirl blackly. When she looked down, the slippery tentacles probing her folds, she saw the dripping fangs underneath, and as if it had happened already, she could feel the pulsating hums of her black patron’s life force producing eggs within her sickening bug body.
She had never been more scared, running into the burning heat of the sands, completely naked, the angry creature screeching fiercely. She pursued the girl on her many legs, crawling over the metal canopies and hulls of the rusting ships at an easy skitter. She gave fierce chase of the mate that she had chosen to incubate her heirs, to give them their first meal when they sprang forth from Rey’s womb. She had taken her staff and struck and struck at the princess till the blood and split open slimy flesh was no longer worth the delectable taste of the beautiful and unique human girl. When she had scurried off, Rey ran back home. She lock herself in the belly of her AT-AT, gripping her toy pilot, slamming on her helmet to shut out the world as she cried and cried, rocking back and forth. It was only days before Finn would find her, before her life would change. But she thought, in that moment, that she would never escape this life. That she would never find a person in the world who could comfort her from this lonely and dangerous existence.
From that day she would never allow herself to be so vulnerable again.
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But once again she stood wet, naked, and exposed in the common room of the Falcon. She couldn’t say where Kylo Ren was taking her, what he planned for her, only that he was here with her. In his hand he held out her new outfit, grey pants, blue wraps, and his own black doublet. She couldn’t believe he would offer her new clothes, clothes that were her size, as if he commissioned them long ago for her. But most rare of all, this dark lord, this monster, gave to her an article of his own clothing. It was not for outerwear, not to be seen, it was undergarment to protect her modesty underneath the clothing he made just especially for her.  Something of his, something from his body, that might touch her supple virginal skin in protection.
He still hadn’t taken his helmet off, his voice, his face hidden. She wondered what he was hiding underneath it all, why he was hiding from her, when he should’ve been gloating of finally having her. It was one thing to carry her away as a captive, but now, to have her willingly, stolen from his Uncle and adversary, Luke Skywalker.  It should be, she should be, a rare treat. But here she stood, naked, vulnerable, and he would not let down his own guard.
Then she sensed it, sensed it like he had told her to her face. It was the same feelings as before, the same knowledge as the back of the storage office on Jakku. It was desire, it was lust, and it was a driving need to have something so carnal, so lovely. But it was different now, more than it ever had been before. Different in that she stood naked before him, her skin slickened by the rains and water caverns of the planet they left behind. She was as desirable as any beauty in the galaxy, then, under the gaze of six eyes and spider legs, it frightened her. Now, with Kylo Ren … it did not. Surely the last few months had changed her prospective of herself, her ideas of the galaxy. But it wasn’t that.
She felt a throbbing inside the masked man standing, staring at her lovely form, and within that heartbeat as hot and powerful as a Capital Warship’s engine core; she felt it pulsing inside herself. It was throbbing between her legs till she ached. Her green eyes were wild and confused in the presence of the sightless gaze that held over her exposed form.
Was it a trick? Was he controlling her? She knew he was. That what she felt was coming deep within this monster that had murdered her friend and hurt the other. But within her she felt her own pulse, as strong, as deep, echoing from inside her in response, pulling her like a chain to the faceless beast in front of her. There was no fighting it, there was no resistance. Like with the arachnid princess who was tasting her folds, her instinct was to run, but not away from him, but too him. There was no fear, but the fear of confusion, of the images flashing in her mind, in her soul, which shown her longing for home that ended in the arms of this … not monster, not man, this creature that was inexorably her own, her own to define.
She let a sputtered breath as she walked barefoot across the grating, till she was face to face with the towering adversary that held thrall her own instincts to flee, her own instincts to hate. She slowly took his hands slowly removing his gloves. In her was the fire, the need, to feel his skin against hers. His sightless gaze never leaving her face as she removed his leather gloves till his large pale hands were exposed. Slowly putting them on the gamming table, she took his forearms, and led them to the exposed skin of her creamy, naked, hips. The feeling of his palms on her exposed skin made her feel as if she had been shot in the heart by a bolt of godly flame. She gasped tenderly as she looked up for a reaction from this thing, this creature of malice and passion. But he said not a word, but he didn’t have too …
She could feel the roar of chaos, confusion, and desire, pushing and pulling a villain, a hero, a lost boy caught in a bloodline born of struggle. And in that storm she felt herself standing like starlight on a moonless horizon, the glow of light in the center of an abyss of death and torment which no one before could penetrate in the isolation of a tragic life. He was drawn to her, the warmth, the order that she brought to the chaos inside. To embrace her, was to end the conflict. To start let die the past misgivings and grudges, and from their ashes embrace a new dream, a new hope, that was born from the light within her.
Slowly, shakily, slim hands reached up tracing lines on the stricken helmet of a great and terrible warrior. She had seen him do it before, memorized the technology. She felt its hiss blow at her wet curly strands of chocolate locks on her temple, the front of the helm unlocking and lifting. She tilted her head with a deep frown as her milky biceps grew taunt, ready to lift the heavy helmet from his head. She paused only a moment, wondering what she might find underneath since the last time they met. She felt the conflict within, but she didn’t know if she could face him. Fore she knew if she was to fully confront the face of the man underneath the nightmare, there would be no going back. In her was a terrible emotion of attachment, of want, born in battle.
And to reacquaint herself with that face would mean a level of surrender that she couldn’t fathom.
Suddenly there was a beeping alarm from the navigational hub. It alerted them that they were mere seconds from their destination, the cutting off of the sub-light engines on the falcon. Her eyes were drawn to the black blinking control consul behind them, for only a second. Then, she felt cold and exposed when the soft warmth of hands removed themselves from her silky hips. Big, strong, hands gently took her wrists and pushed them off him, the helmet hissed as it shut again.
“Get dressed … we’ve arrived.”
She watched him take his gloves from the top of the folded clothing on the gamming table. With direct and studied paces he strode down the hall to the cockpit, stopping only a moment. As he turned his head back for a moment, she felt a rush of desire, of longing, of a deep pain that constricted her heart. She let out a moan squeezing her eyes shut. It was such a powerful emotion that nearly tore the life from her. Tears came to her eyes, and she was tormented by such exquisite sorrow and feelings too complex, to primal, to ever humanly put to words. And when she finally mastered herself she still saw Kylo Ren standing in a ship’s shadows that he knew well. Then, without a word, he walked away. When he was gone, she gasped as the great weight in her heart left her. The spell was broken, the transference ended. Then, she found herself alone and naked.    
But, for the first time, she knew, really knew what was in him. Taking his black doublet she held it to her bare breasts. And taking in the feeling of him against her skin, the scent of him becoming hers, she finally understood what had happened. She had allowed him to see her naked and exposed. So, for just a moment, he allowed her to see him as well. He had seen her perfect and young flesh, and she had been overtaken by the exposure of his very heart, of the very soul. And as she dressed it was very plain to her that all she felt inside him, all the hatred, all the longing, all the jealousy, and all the love …
She had become the very center of his universe.
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Roleplay Server Log #261
“Hostile Takeover, Mojang Office Hi-jinks, Flight of the Firebird”
-Not that far away-
[Notch] Escorts Flux into the cage. - Do you really think this will work?
[Flux] - I honestly have no idea...
[Notch] I hope it does, I want you to be protected too. -
[Flux] - I know, and your thoughts are so very much appreciated- She begins approaching the two consoles in the center of the elaborate prison
[Notch] Doubly so because I don't know where your seed is stored...
[Flux] - Honestly I'm surprised it still exists, it's been there for so long- She kneels in front of the command block which holds the seed for the NOTCH AI's
[Notch] If there's anything I can do...?
[Flux] - Just stay, please
[Notch] Of course. - Waits with baited breath, hoping she succeeds.
[Flux] Concentrates and her magic begins gathering around the command block.  As she focus', she's reaching for the intricate base code of the server and prodding at it.  She grunts a little as she feels resistance, her fingers start to curl a little as she tenses.  The ground around Flux is beginning to grow tainted and shade to purple.  Her body begins to curl as she tries to take control of the other server, she tries using a bit more force and the seed reacts violently, throwing Flux back and away and causing her to lose control of her magic.  Her taint spreads quickly, carrying all the way into the village above as it's master lays on the ground, curling up and trembling from both pain and shock.  Flux is fluctuating between being solid and mist like-
[Notch] Leaps to her aid- FLUX!
[Flux] Her breathing is ragged as she glances at Notch- Notch...- She tries to hold in a noise of pain as it travels through her body causing her to curl up tighter.  She's never truly felt pain before
[Notch] I'll... I'll get you to some help! - Frantically he scoops her up in his arms. And moves as fast as he can up the tunnels and out into the light. He's calling for TLOT mentally because his hands are too full to type- Outside everything is shaded a vibrant purple
[TLOT] Suddenly perks up and dashes out of the room without a second thought.
[Steve] Nearly knocks Doc over to race after him.
[Notch] Is partway across Lie's yard when he notices a lot of eyes on him.
-Most of the village is watching. Some in awe and others in fear of the NOTCH carrying the apparently injured woman they already know. A few peel off to run in the direction of the castle. Seeking their Godly-king who meets them halfway-
[Flux] Clutches at Notch's shirt tightly, trying to keep herself in contact with him as much as she can- Please...  Stay...- Her voice is very quiet and she is close to passing out
[Notch] I'm not going anywhere, just hang on.
[TLOT] Dashes up flanked by several Testificates- What happened?!
-Flux's taint is beginning to recede and her breathing is starting to even out a little, but she's still trembling-
[Appel] You better not have hurt her, you.. you NOTCH!
[Steve] Easy there.
[Notch] She tried to take over the subseed and it injured her...
[TLOT] Is the color the blowback?
[Notch] Yes, I believe so.
[Flux] Whines a little, but her form is almost completely solid now, her most solid parts are where Notch is touching her-
[TLOT] Smooths her hair a bit- How can I help Flux?
[Flux] - I...  I don't understand...  What I am feeling...
[TLOT] Feels her mind- It's pain.
[Flux] - Pain...  It is...  Unfamiliar- She whines a little as she feels another burst of pain
[TLOT] Perhaps you should sleep - His words are supernaturally convincing...
[Pi] Suddenly falls over and starts snoring.
[Appel] Panics a bit and shakes his husband, trying to wake him.
[Flux] Her eyes begin to close as well, but her grip on Notch's shirt does not diminish-
[Jaam] He doesn't look so tough...
[Steve] Don't be rude!
[Flux] Falls asleep, curled up in Notch's arms-
[Choclet] How come he has hair?
[Notch] My head was cold.
[Coffi] Nods sagely- makes sense.
[Cheez] Pokes Notch-
[Notch] Squeaks-
[TLOT] Be nice. He was formerly a human like your friend Lie.
[Cheez] Humph.
[CP] Teleports closer- Now what the fuck is going on!?
[Notch] Very unmanly little scream-
[Testificates] Some suprised noises and a smattering of nervous laughter.
[CP] Growls a little- Can all of them go home?  I'm trying to convince CN that there's an ultra rare bird that only comes out at night so I can bang my wife
[TLOT] What am I, a sheepdog? They live here too.
[Steve] That's not safe Cp! Cn is to small to be out alone at night!
[CP] - So?
[Steve] Bolts off to tattle on Cp to Lie-
[Notch] Flux got hurt Cp. Some kind of feedback from trying to take over the dragon server on the subseed.
[CP] - Why was she trying to do that?
[Flux] Whimpers a little in her sleep-
[Notch] Because it would be safer then being in charge of your old seed that's just floating out there somewhere.
[CP] - Shouldn't be that hard to figure out where exactly it is, there's only so many places that an original alpha seed could be
[Notch] Goes white - That's bad...
[TLOT] Is already getting the shape from his mind. - We need a copy of that! Now!
[CP] - What is it?
[Notch] It's has to be on the big mainframe at my former company! They don't keep that stuff forever! Especially with the new management!
[CP] - So then Flux...
[TLOT] She might get deleted. We need your seed number Cp.
[CP] - Give me a sec to think, I've been on hundreds...
[Coocont] Flux is in danger?
[Milk] Why would anyone delete a seed? People would die!
[Escar] Think Cp!
[Creme] Nooo!
[Eggg] At Markus- You're a NOTCH! Do something!
[CP] Hesitantly rattles off a couple of different seed numbers before finally saying one with a bit more confidence-
[Notch] Cp! You can do this faster then anyone! Go find Jeb! He can get at the main server from home! Make him give you the file!
[CP] Face splits into a dark grin- Gladly- He flicks his hand and creates an opening before going through
[Jeb] Is dozing at his desk, it's relatively late and there's only a few programmers in the adjoining offices. He can smell the faint scent of someone making coffee in a different room, and on the screen in front of him a half-built 3D model is tumbling around.
-The screen begins glitching as CP slowly begins pulling himself out of the screen.  He pauses to scan his surroundings before getting to far simply because it's an unfamiliar place-
-The surroundings are a bank of computers in a nicely appointed office. There are little toys on the desks and other personal touches and a few nice shots of happy employees and awards framed on the walls. There's a faint whistling as a scruffy guy in jeans comes in with a cup of coffee and stops cold-
[CP] Growls at him-
[Snorik]  Drops his cup with a frightened squeak and it thumps on the carpet - He- hero- He crumples to the floor in a dead faint-
[CP] Finishes pulling himself out of the screen and walks around the fainted employee, seeking out his prey as he silently stalks the halls-
[Dofta] Makes some soft papery sounds as she walks down the hall with a small box of files-
[CP] Waits around a corner for them to get closer before reaching out and grabs them by the throat- Where's Jeb?
[Dofta] String of panicked Swedish words and at least two English cuss words-
[CP] Squeezes just a tiny bit- Well?
[Yster] Is totally silent in her running shoes and clocks Cp on the back of the head with a full clipboard of papers-
[CP] Scowls and summons his sword to his hand before turning to glare at the other woman with brightly glowing eyes-
[Yster] Gives Cp the full force of a can of pepper spray in the face-
[CP] Shakes his head and blinks a few times as he growls and releases Dofta to summon a bit of lava to clear his eyes-
[Yster] Grabs Dofta in a panic and the two of them run around a corner towards the front of the building-
[CP] Would prefer to chase them down but continues on searching for Jeb, simply kicking open the next door he comes across-
-On the other side of the door is a hallway that opens out into a large confrence room. A rather heavy man is playing with a VR helmet and the screen behind him for demonstration purposes shows a survival house being built.
[CP] Growls and uses his abilities to enter the VR system, popping up in front of the man- Where.  Is.  Jeb.
[Tokig] Hey! This is a private server! And that griefing stuff is getting old Svit. Go play on your own computer.
[CP] Exits and then yanks the VR headset off- I'm not Svit
[Tokig] Strangled noise -
[CP] - Now, where.  Is.  Jeb.
[Tokig] Shaking finger pointing- past the atrium...
[CP] - Sleep
[Tokig] Slow crumple to the floor knocking a bag of cheetos off the table as well-
[CP] Marches past and out into the hall again, heading for the atrium-
[Fangebo] Tapping out something on a laptop near a small fountain-
[CP] Storms right past her, honing in on Jeb-
[Fangbo] Eyes flick up and then back down just as Cp passes her - Cute outfit Svit. Gonna scare Jeb again?
[CP] - Sure, whatever
[Fangbo] Get it on tape this time okay? He's been jittery all day with all this file allocation and space-saving bullshit-
[CP] Says nothing more as he continues on, letting his senses out for the human he seeks.  He grins when he finally spots the name of his quarry on a door and kicks the door open harshly-
[Jeb] Is very startled and darts under his desk in terror-
[CP] - Hello again~  I've come for something, on Notch's behest
[Jeb] Is balled up under the desk - Anything! Just don't kick me in the nuts again!
[CP] - A server
[Jeb] You want...a server? I mean, I guess I can set you up! They're pretty cheap if you don't want to install a bunch of mods and stuff....
[CP] - One of the original alpha servers, it...  Needs to be kept safe
[Jeb] Whaaa, why would you want one of those? They were so... simple.
[CP] - I don't, but Notch does
[Jeb] Is regarding Cp cautiously - I can do that.... - He's wondering if it's safe to come out
[CP] Lists of the server's number- Now find it
[Jeb] Swallows hard- It's not in here, we have to go across the hall. Oh my gods... did anyone see you come in here?
[CP] Grins- A few
[Jeb] Looks horrified- Please tell me you didn't kill any of my team....
[CP] - My wife is already pissed at me, so no
[Jeb] Thank goodness... Come on, I'll get it for you, but then you have to leave. - He uncurls from the small space and stands up cautiously
[CP] - I dunno, it's fun terrorizing your employees
[Jeb] Please?
[CP] - Depends on how quickly you can get me that server
[Jeb] Yanks out a desk drawer and throws various office supplies on the floor before finding a thumb drive and cluching it in one sweaty fist- Follow me -
[CP] Walks unnervingly close to Jeb-
[Jeb] Darts past Fangbo who is still sitting there typing -
[Fangbo] Giggles as Cp passes, stalking menacingly behind the running figure - Good one Svit.
[Jeb] Bangs open a door to a room full of electronics and throws a chair at the nearest terminal before shoving in the thumbdrive and typing desperately.
[CP] Stands very closely behind Jeb-
[Jeb] Is sweating a lot. He keeps putting his password in wrong because Cp is terrorizing him.
[CP] - You'd better get it right this next time
[Jeb] I'm trying! I'm trying! - He makes it to the search screen and shakily types the numbers into it-
[CP] Glances back out towards the artrium-
[Fangbo] Has opened a small bag of chips and is munching quietly-
[Jeb] Finds the file and moves it to the drive-
[CP] - Are you fucking done yet?
-The little icon on the screen it showing the flying paper animation-
[Jeb] I'm going as fast as I can!
[CP] Scowls and gives the computer a boost-
-The computer gives a soft ping as the file finishes downloading-
[CP] - About time
[Jeb] Pulls out the small drive and thrusts it at him-Now please! Take it and go!
[CP] - Fine, but if this is wrong then I'm pretty sure Notch will beat you up himself- He heads back out into the artrium, grabs Fangbo's laptop from them before putting it down and using it to get back into the digital realm
[Fangbo] Gasps as the computer is taken from her and then watches in terrified awe as Cp uses it as a gateway-
[CP] Returns to the server in a much better mood-
[Notch] Did you get it?!
[CP] - Yeah yeah, it's right here- Holds up the thumb drive
[TLOT] Thats... that's your seed?
[CP] - Yup, it's tiny
[Toasts] How can a whole world be so small?
[Coffi] It's not possible, is it?
[CP] - It's old
[Godot] It's a precious gift...
[Escar] A miracle.
[Jaam] And maybe an antique?
[CP] Looking at TLOT- Why are they still here?
[TLOT] I refer you again to my earlier comment about them living here.
[Steve] Snickers-
[CP] Tosses the thumb drive at Notch-
-The drive lands on Flux's stomach.
[Notch] Easy with that!
[Pi] Don't throw it!
[CP] - I'm going back to my wife
[Flux] Twitches a little-
[Notch] Flux... we have your seed. You're safe now.
[Flux] Her eyes open a little- Notch?
[Notch] Doesn't have a free hand to hand it to her- It's right there - inclines his head-
[Flux] Looks down and releases her grip on his shirt to pick it up, there's a slight thrum of energy as she connects with her seed-
[TLOT] Now no one can take it away from you.
[Flux] - Thank you- She rests her head against Notch
[Lie] It's super early in the morning but she's out for a walk with her vulpix's.  The sun has barely risen and she's wandering towards Hera's bay-
[Sweet Alex] Is sitting on her porch kicking her feet and drinking from a small mug. - Good morning Lie!
[Lie] - Morning!  Looks like you're comfy
[Sweet Alex] Yep. Just relaxing until it's light enough to work in the garden.
[Lie] - Need any help with the garden?
[Avulpix] Runs over and sniffs at Sweet Alex-
[Sweet Alex] Maybe? Doc gave me some weird stuff called korm, I think? It's really pretty. The seeds are all different colors.
[Lie] - Oh!  Corn!  Yeah, I helped them pick out the seeds when we were last out in the real world
[Sweet Alex] Pulls out the handful of little kernals - these are from, out there?
[Lie] - Yeah, it's a very common food out there
[Sweet Alex] If you want to give them a head start... anywhere is good. Please?
[Lie] - Sure, is there anyplace you don't want them?
[Sweet Alex] Smiles - inside the house?
[Mix] -Swoosh past goes the Mix-
[Mix] -Screeeech. turn back around and bounce up to them- Hey!
[Sweet Alex] Hey Mix! You're up early. Have you taken to jogging as well?
[Lie] - Morning Mix
[Rvulpix] Hides behind Lie's legs-
[Lie] Takes the corn- I think I'll plant these on the bay side of the house
[Sweet Alex] That would be nice. Thank you! So what else is new guys?
[Mix] I've just got so much-- What's that? *scoot in to look at the corn
[Sweet Alex] Its a vegetable - hushed voice- It's from the real world.
[Mix] Oh! That's cool. *head tilt
[Mix] What kind of veggie?
[Sweet Alex] I'm not sure, but I heard it explodes if you get it super hot!
[Lie] - This is just one variant of it.  I know both of you have had popcorn, this is what it's made from- She begins planting
[Mix] Oh! That's cool! Kind of like the tumbleweeds back home... Or the bomb spores.... *distant look before slight laugh and shake head
[Sweet Alex] What's a tumbleweed? Do they push you over? Like slime blocks?
[Lie] - No, it's a plant that uproots itself to find a better place to be and rolls along with the wind
[Mix] Kind of like... Really dry wheat balls?
[Sweet Alex] That sounds neat! If it's a really dry plant that moves, maybe the baby dragons could chase and play and eat them?
[Lie] Pauses- Not a bad idea
[Mix] Hmm..., I don't know If I have anymore of mine.... * shift through inventory a bit
[Lie] - That's okay Mix, I can always make some
[Mix] Alright! I have too much stuff in my inventory anyway. ... Mmm.. Maybe my bag... I just sort of tossed things in there....
[Sweet Alex] Watches intently to see what Mix tosses out-
[Sweet Alex] Oh! Mix, how are the Lightfeet faring?
[Mix] -Finally pops out a crumbly orb of, crumbly plant matter it looks like. It's definitely not a normal tumbleweed, that's for sure- Uh... Hm. I think it's this? But the name is different...
[Mix] -Looks up- Oh! They're fine! I got them rounded up, but I'm uh... Not the best at building really so making them a home is really slow going...
[Lie] Finishes  planting the seeds- There we go, that should do it
[AVulpix] Starts rolling around in the dirt, getting all dirty-
[Sweet Alex] Looks over at the little green shoots- good luck to them! Good little plants! Mix? Do you want help with the building?
[Crim] - hears voices and comes looking for them.
[Sweet Alex] Squints- I see red. Is that Gk over there?
[Lie] - Ummm, I don't think so?
[Mix] -tosses the weedy ball in hands a bit before turning to look at the approaching red mass. completely forgetting Sweet Alex had asked anything-
[Sweet Alex] Takes the mass of weeds - This is neat!
[Crim] - comes scuttling over on all 6 legs. He's bigger than before.
[Sweet Alex] It's a cute little dragon! I haven't met this one. Hello!
-It's item name is Fire Weed. Perhaps it lights on fire? Who knows-
[Mix] These were all over the Hollow, you'd rack them up in your inventory slowly but surely....
[Lie] - Oh Crim!  You've gotten bigger!
[Sweet Alex] Their name is Crim? Awwww
[Crim] - stands up and gives a toothy smile. - Yes! Me big now!
[Mix] Cool! Nice colors..
[Sweet Alex] Yes you are! And well spoken.
[Crim] - waves at Sweet Alex - Hi hi, I'm Crim.
[RVulpix] Just hides behind Lie some more-
[AVulpix] Trots by nearly black with dirt-
[Lie] Sighs as she looks at her pokemon- Looks like somebody needs a bath...
[Sweet Alex] I'm Sweet Alex. Nice to meet you!
[Crim] - tips head in confusion - What bath?
[Lie] - It's how most animals get clean.  Usually with water
[Mix] Is where you go in water and scrub scrub scrub.
[Crim] Water? Not with tounge?
[Sweet Alex] Does water hurt you Crim? The Ender dragons can't even touch it.
[Lie] - It depends, most animals will use their tongue, but us humans use water
[Sweet Alex] And most of the Herobrines like a lava bath.
[Crim] - thinks - Lava? Warm soft rock?
[Crim] Water.... Blue sting stuff?
[Lie] - Hot soft rock
[Sweet Alex] It's red and orange and goopy? So water hurts you? Okay.
[Crim] - nods - Lava warm & soft, good to sleep in. Also tastie. - licks lips.
[Lie] - ...  Okay then
[Sweet Alex] Holds up the tumbleweed- Lie? Could you mix this with a nether plant? Make it red and soft like netherwort for our friend?
[Lie] - I can try- She takes the plant and begins focusing
[Crim] - stands on back legs to watch
[Lie] The plant  shifts to red and gets a bit softer- Is this okay?- She puts it down
[Mix] -bouncing on heels a bit-
-The ruddy block looks like a star from the sides and top and the wind catches it slightly. Making it scoot enticingly along.
[Sweet Alex] Cool! Better make more then one though. In case it gets away! - chuckles
[Crim] - drops down into a crouch, watching the plant move.
-worttumbler- scoot scoot scoot
[Mix] -scratches at shoulder a bit-
[Lie] Focus' on making another one-
[Sweet Alex] Are you okay Mix?
[Crim] - does butt wiggle and creeps toward it
-worttumbler- scoots up against a bit of protruding dirt and goes slightly to the side as the sea breeze catches it-
[Mix] Hm? -Pause in scratch- I think? My back is kinda itchy. But my stone probably isn't done growing.
[Sweet Alex] You're growing a stone? Is that normal?
[Crim] - suddenly pounces on the thing, bitting it. He growls and exhales, only to have the thing burst into flames.
[Mix] -Turns and gestures at the Glowing emerald in between her shoulderblades- Mhmm!
[Lie] - I'm just glad you're doing better Mix
[Sweet Alex] Is looking at the crystal with concern and then jumps at the sudden flames- Crim!
[Crim] - starts biting and chewing it up, as fast as he can.
[Sweet Alex] Oh! Is it tasty?
[Mix] So am I. I was.. really super tired. *watches Crim before producing another weedy mass and setting it down curiously. scoot it toward Crim with foot
[Crim] - nods as he finishes it. He sees the new one and starts stalking it.
[Sweet Alex] Is it okay for him to have that one Mix? It looks spiky.
[Lie] Has made a couple more wortweeds-
[Crim] - stands up, does a hopping prance then leaps on it. This time he doesn't bite it, just claw at it.
[Crim] - rolls over as the wortweed crumbles, landing near Sweet Alex on his back.
[Sweet Alex] Goes for the belly rub with a giggle-
-There's a soft snuffling noise from the back of the house-
[AVulpix] Hears the noise and runs around to the back side- Vul?
[Crim] - snorts and wiggles around for a few, before rolling over. He's rumbling softly.
[Mix] -Seems to tune back in on everything and hums- Huh?
[Sweet Alex] You're such a nice dragon-
[Crim] - still rumbling - Crim good.
-A rather large and oddly shaped shadow leans around the side of the house with a quick snuffling noise and then a loud growl.-
[Gk] growls-  I smell weird male dragon...
[Lie] - So, any plans for today Mix?
[AVulpix] - Vul!  Vul!
[Mix] Mostly been going around doing everything! So much to do! So much to see...  Also have to hunt NK down...
[Sweet Alex] Flicks his tiny nose as he gets too close to her and Crim to sniff the smaller dragon- Gk!
[Gk] Grrrrrrr
[Crim] - scrambles to his feet, backing up.
[Lie] - GK, he's still young...
[Sweet Alex] Stands and puts her hands on her hips- Gk! You behave! He's just a baby and he hasn't even got any wings!
[Gk] Coils up a little but he's still frowning. - E's a nether dragon...
[Lie] - All the more reason for you to be nice to him, he needs a mentor
[Sweet Alex] And you hate the Nether!
[Gk] Grumbles-
[Crim] - growls softly as smoke puffs out his nose. - Crim good!
[Gk] Snorts and spits a skinny stream of pure lava in a long arc into the water nearby, making a tiny patch pop and boil-
[Sweet Alex] Stop that. You know he's no threat to you.
[Mix] Baby. -Just turns a bit and looks off into the distance, starting to get antsy again-
[Crim] - turns to watch, then hunkers down. More smoke is rolling out his nose.
[Gk] Ruffles his tentacle wings like an aggravated chicken.
[Sweet Alex] You be nice Gk.... or else!
[Lie] - Do I need to get Endrea?
[Gk] Or else what?
[Sweet Alex] I... I won't make you anymore cookies!
[Gk] Sharp hiss and hunkers down- I don't like this....
[Crim] - lunges forward and spits a little ball of fire at GK.
[Gk] His head shoots out like a viper and he eats the incoming ball, there's a moment of pregnant silence and then he lets out a gigantic burp-
[Sweet Alex] Crim!
[Crim] - flinches, then turns tail and runs towards the trees.
[Sweet Alex] Dashes after him - Crim! Come back!
[Gk] Looks even more annoyed now- runt...
[Lie] - GK why?
[Gk] He went after me first. I'm not apologizing.
[Crim] - climbs up the nearest tree and hides in the leaves.
[Sweet Alex] Stands at the foot of the tree - It's okay! You're safe! Just don't go picking fights with bigger dragons like that!
[Lie] - GK he's a baby still, it's like if Oak attacks you, or Ashe
[Gk] Swishes his tail - Oak and Ashe are not nether dragons...
[Lie] - Why does that make a difference, hadn't you wanted to meet another Nether dragon?  I seem to recall you saying that at one point
[Crim] - crawls higher up - No. Big biter bad.
[Gk] Back then... I just wanted to know I wasn't alone... not just some.. freak...
[Sweet Alex] He can be. But he's also my friend. He's probably just jealous.
[Lie] - So you'll act an uncle to some but not others?  GK, Crim has nobody, we found him on the other seed.  He doesn't have a parental figure
[Crim] - hiding - No, he like other bigs. Bite, step, mean. Crim won't let bite or steps.
[Gk] Has the very slightest hint of shame on his goat like features and harrumphs.
[Lie] - Don't make him feel like an outcast GK
[Sweet Alex] he's just emotional, he lets his instincts get the better of him sometimes
[Gk] Looks away- I'm old Lie... Don't need some pup to take me out. Gotta show I'm still heathy enough to fight....
[Lie] - There are other ways GK
[Gk] Curls up so he doesn't have to look at anyone-
[Sweet Alex] Crim? Please come down. I won't let Gk hurt you. He cares about his friendship with me too much for that
[Lie] - GK, not every leader earns their position by being the strongest.  Don't you hear how Sweet Alex is describing you?  You don't need to fight any of them
[Crim] - snorts, but slowly crawls down. Lands next to her.
[Gk] Ruffles his wings, he's obviously unsettled-
[Lie] - Do you really want to disappoint Sweet Alex?  Endrea?  The little ones?
[Sweet Alex] Hugs Crim around the neck- you're okay
[Gk] Tiny growl
[Crim] rumbles - Crim good.
[Lie] - Don't confuse the child GK, be there for him like you are for Ashe, for Willow and Oak, how you were there for Endrea
[Gk] Very quietly- I'll think about it...
[Lie] - I know you'll make the right choice
[Gk] more grumbling. But he does show his face under one wing-
[Lie] - I have some trading to do in the village, I'll check in on you later, okay?
[Gk] Snarky comment too quiet to hear. Probably along the lines of 'yes mom'.
[Lie] - I can still hear you mentally GK
[Sweet Alex] Scratches Crim under the chin- Shall we go back and introduce you properly?
[Gk] Pppppppthhhh-
[Crim] - sighs but nods
[Sweet Alex] Leads Crim back over to Gk and Mix-
[Gk] Watches Crim from under his wing-
[Sweet Alex] Change! You're scaring him-
[Gk] Snort!
[Sweet Alex] Gk.....
[Gk] Shifts back to his human form. He's a rather small brine. Him and Sweet Alex are only a block and a half tall each. His hands are in his pockets and his expression is a bit sour-
[Crim] You like others, big and small. No scare Crim, I goods.
[Gk] We'll see. I'm the designated babysitter around here, and if I'm sitting, what I say goes.
[Crim] - frowns - Then no steps, no bites. Crim goods but not allow hurts again.
[Gk] Don't attack me a again and I won't.
[Crim] No scares then.
[Gk] Grumbles - no scares...
[Sweet Alex] Good. And I'll be watching to make sure you keep that promise.
[Gk] Grumpy noises-
[Crim] - nods - Will tries hard. - rumble purrs.
-Bird noises, Firebird is looking for the CN at Lie's house-
[CN] Is working on making another wooden sword at a crafting table in the workroom-
[Firebird] -Plops a bit and fiddles door before hopping inside-
[CN] - Birdy!
[Firebird] -Chirp-
-Firebird scuttles up to CN-
[CN] Turns back towards the crafting table- I have to make another sword...  Mine broke...  Again...
[Firebird] -Plop head against table, thoughtful look as shuffle wings- ... Why not make a better sword with higher durability?
[CN] - They're too heavy- He pulls the new wooden sword off of the table
[Firebird] Fair enough... What about Unbreaking enchantments?
[CN] Shrugs- I don't know how
[Firebird] Here, I'll help. Lets go over to the enchanting table and see if it offers that..
[CN] Carries the sword over to the floating book and grows a bit nervous as it turns towards him-
[Firebird] Don't worry kiddo, here, set the sword here. *Gesture before tapping the book a bit
[CN] Does so and then jumps back a little-
[Firebird] Lets see... Lets see... Efficiency... No.... Knockback...
[CN] - What do those do?
[Firebird] Effeciency is meant for tools. Makes things work faster.. Knockback sends whatever you hit further. ...Bane of arthropods? Huh. Still no... Ah! Here's unbreaking... Can't tell what version though...
[CN] - Arthropods?
[Firebird] ..I think that's spiders. Not sure.
[Firebird] -Enchants sword with unbreaking-
[CN] Gasps- It's shiny!
[Firebird] Mhmm! *Return sword to CN
[CN] Swings it a couple of times, his eyes focused on it's shininess-
[CN] - So what did you do to it?
[Firebird] Enchanted it with unbreaking. It'll take longer to break now, so you won't have to build a new one anytime soon bud.
[CN] - Cool!  So what are we doing today?
[Firebird] Dunno, anything you want to do? I didn't plan anything today.
[CN] Shrugs- Lie went out early and I don't know where the big meanie is...
[Firebird] I could take you for a fly.
[CN] Perks up- You could?
[Firebird] Mhmm!
[CN] - Let's go!  Let's go!
[Firebird] I'm pretty sure I can lift you.
[CN] Bounces a bit eagerly-
[Firebird] Well lets go outside! *scuttle scuttle
[CN] Puts the new sword in his inventory and follows-
[Firebird] -Swoosh up into the air outside, thoughtfully staring at CN-
[CN] - So how will you carry me?
[Firebird] Like this! *swoop down and hook talons around CN's shoulders, lifting him up into the air
[CN] Yelps but settles down quickly as the ground passes beneath them-
[Firebird] Nothing like being in the air...
[CN] - ...  Could I learn how to do this on my own?
[Firebird] Hm... Not sure... You'd have to ask Doc, probably.
[CN] Huffs and pouts a little-
[Firebird] Hmmm? What's wrong? Don't like talking to Doc? *droop head to look at CN while flying
[CN] - They led to DN being killed...  He was my friend...
[Firebird] He was downright insufferable to everyone else, CN. You just got lucky, I guess... *lift head and rise some more in the air
[CN] Spots familiar sights from above- Everybody looks so small...
[Firebird] Yeah...  It's also so quiet up here.
[CN] - Huh, I guess your right...  It's always noisy and busy around Lie's house
[Firebird] This is probably the quietest spot, beyond maybe at the bottom of the ocean? Dunno.
[Firebird] I used to fly a lot on my seed. Just watch everything.
[CN] - I don't know any other seeds...  Well, there's the one with all the other NOTCH's... But otherwise, this is the only place I've been
[Firebird] You could go exploring, if you wanted.
[CN] - I'm not strong enough...  The mobs would just end up killing me
[Firebird] Hm.... With company then.
[CN] - But who?  Lie is busy with all of her plants and animals, and Big Meanie is out of the question...
[Firebird] Make some friends and wander. I might, maybe.
[CN] - But everyone around my age doesn't want to leave the village!
[Firebird] Then fuck them. *soft bird snort and swoop down a bit
[CN] - Big Meanie says that word a lot...  What does it mean?
[Firebird] Depends how it's used. Could be rude, or sexual.
[CN] - I don't understand...
[Firebird] Maybe when you're older.
[CN] - Okay, where are we going?
[Firebird] Just around. You want somewhere specific?
[CN] Shakes his head-
[Firebird] Alright. -Swoooosh
[CN] Is just looking at everything-
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Chapter 1 of My Hero Academia Fanfiction
The Irrational Entrance Exam...
Rule number one to be aware of, is that sleep is pointless when your an insomniac. Especially when your an insomniac of the Aizawa household...
The clock read 3:00am...crap.
Underground hero Shota Aizawa groaned at the sound of loud meowing and claws scratching at the closed bedroom door. His cat was a adorable little nuisance. Her little meows were getting louder signaling for him to get out of bed. A pair of dark half-lidded eyes shifted towards the closed door. With a slightly twitching right eye he growled softly in irritation as the meowing grew in volume to a shrill. He sighed and slowly shifted up onto his elbows with a grunt as his unkept shoulder length black hair hung partially in front of his right eye.
He moved it out of his face and stood up being carful not to wake the sleeping figure beside him. The woman shifted onto her back and groaned in her sleep.
"Go feed the cat Sho...I'll be up in a minute..."
Shota rolled his eyes and smiled softly as he kissed her forehead gently and left to feed their little terror. He opened the door and stared down at the black and grey stripped cat with lime green eyes. A happy meow came from the cat as she padded at Shota's bare feet with her fuzzy white paws that mimicked little socks.
"Hello Tsukiko..." he yawned, "huhhhh come on let's get you fed." He smirked and scratched behind her ears. "You little terror."
Tsukiko followed her sleepy owner towards the kitchen. After he fed the cat Shota made two cups of coffee. He smiled softly when he heard the yawning of the woman coming down the hall.
"Huhhhhh...good morning."
"Morning...here's the cure to no sleep. Our godly salvation." Shota mumbled sleepily as he handed her the cup of coffee. Akemi took the cup with a chuckled grin and held it close in both hands before taking a long sip. She sighed loudly. "Ohhhh thank the coffee gods for gifting us with this heavenly drink!"
Shota smirked into a chuckled laugh and kissed her cheek as he sat down on the slate grey couch and turned on the news. Those reporters were still showing the aftermath of that sludge villain All Might defeated. Shota rolled his eyes with a unamused scoff and quickly changed the channel as Akemi walked over. With the hooked barbs of her long hair she pulled open the curtains and allowed the morning twilight to filter into the room.
"Today's the practical entrance exam."
Shota scoffed as he grumbled under his breath. "It's more like an irrational joke for those without a psychical quirk."
Akemi rolled her eyes despite agreeing with the man. "I know, but sadly their potential is all up to the judges not us dear....well not until they are in our classes. Just don't go expelling another freshman class dear."
Shota turned off the tv with a huff of irritation since there was nothing on that was worth watching. "I make no guarantees. Hopefully my class won't be a complete waste of my time this year."
"Let me know if that sludge villain kid is in your class so I can prepare. From what I saw that day in the shadows, is that he needs a good attitude adjustment. That other boy however was very brave for rushing in like that. He acted like a hero whereas that other boy was just insulting him for trying to help. Despite not showing any signs of a quirk, that green haired boy was still incredibly foolish but you can't deny that it was also incredibly brave."
Shota merely hummed in thought before speaking. "Fully noted, and that can be debatable dear, it was irrational for that boy to even attempt what he did. He's just lucky he isn't dead. I'm more disappointed in the hero's for not thinking of a backup plan instead of waiting around like a bunch of confused children while a life was in danger. It's pathetic."
"I know. I was about to go help if All Might hadn't stepped in."
Shota smirked and arched a eyebrow. "Oh really...and how would you have helped my dear?"
Akemi scoffed and swatted his arm. "That villain is made of sludge and I would have been able to inject a little bit of my stingray toxins into the sludge. It mixes with blood and any type of substance into a paralytic cocktail."
"Imagine if you missed...the boy would have been in danger."
"I never miss!"
"That's irrational thinking my dear there's always someone out there that's faster than your hair. If he went after you though...I would've hated to get that call your pride would be wounded and I'd be having to stay at Mic's for a week."
Akemi rolled her eyes with a grumbled smirk but smiled softly as he kissed her cheek. Shota stood up with a grunt as he popped his back and headed towards their bedroom to dress into his hero outfit. He was stopped in his tracks by the hooks of his wife's hair ensnaring into the fabric of his black nightshirt. "I don't think so love, shower first then hero costume."
Shota gave her a lopsided grin from over his shoulder. Some mornings he's lucky to have her here to steer him out of his sleep deprived state in order to maintain the slightest appearance of having proper hygiene. Akemi released him and stood up as she walked over in her cool grey nightgown before kissing his lips softly. "I'll get breakfast ready. And I know it's not the start of classes yet, but please don't forget to eat lunch dear, those food pouches are not going to give you the proper nutrients that you need."
"I'm not going to starve Akemi and those pouches are always the next best thing, compared to your wonderful cooking, when I'm not able to take a lunch break."
Akemi rolled her eyes. "Just go shower."
A few hours later the pair were at the gates of U.A. Akemi was dressed in her cream colored kuncioki kimono she was also barefoot a choice she did willingly it was easier to climb and meant martial arts was easier. She was cradling a thermos of coffee in her hands as if it were her lifeline. She groaned about it being to early as she trudged up to the doors with Shota who had his hands inside of his pants pockets and grunted in agreement. His unkept black hair and grey capture scarf and all black outfit were his most noticeable features along with his half lidded eyes and five o'clock shadow.
The moment they opened the doors the pair were instantly bombarded by the welcoming committee aka the loudest hero of U.A. the one and only Present Mic. "AKEMI! SHOTA! THERE YOU GUYS ARE...JEEZ YOU BOTH LOOK LIKE THE UNDEAD—YIKES!!!!!!!! UHHHH AKEMI MIND LOWERING YOUR HAIR BLADES PLEASE!!!!!"
He was silenced by Akemi's barbed hair inching closer to him, pointing all around his body, at every angle, as her blood red eyes were glowing in her irritation. Her voice was a menacing hiss as her black painted fingernails dug into the thermos. "Mind lowering the volume you chatty Cockatoo! I'm not in the mood for this right now. My coffee buzz hasn't kicked in yet so please lower the octaves down a notch will ya?"
Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic, the most unlikely best friend of Shota Aizawa, was currently the victim of Akemi's early morning anger. He should have remembered that she's a less than welcoming person when it comes to waking up in the early mornings when her coffee buzz hasn't kicked in. He gulped in fear and lowered the octaves of his voice as best he could.
"Uhhhh sorry about that my fierce lady listener, that was my bad."
Akemi groaned in agreement and her hair ceased its threatening display and fell gently behind her back as Shota held onto her waist. The tired man gave a witty smirk towards his loudmouth friend. "You should really remember Hizashi that she's not a morning person and is ten times worse than I am when it comes to your loud voice in the morning, especially with that hair of hers."
Akemi elbowed him in the ribs. As Hizashi spoke. "Oh come on Shota I was just happy to see you both out among the living for once. So you both excited for the exam. Brand new listeners with equally amazing quirks, it's going to be a good show and we've got front row seats!"
His grin widened as Akemi rolled her eyes and Shota grunted. "It's an irrational joke Hizashi, but I'm not the one who made the rules of this impractical exam so I can only hope that my class won't be a complete waste of my time."
"Oh your such a downer Eraser."
"That's my husband for you Hizashi he sees only the logic of the exams for what they are a irrational joke. That I can agree with."
"You two really are perfect for each other."
Akemi smirked as she playfully nudged Shota's side before speaking towards Hizashi. "Thank you."
Shota rolled his eyes and entered the conference room. Akemi was instantly greeted by Midnight but before the R-Rated hero could utter a single word Akemi spoke. "Not now Midnight...coffee hasn't kicked in yet."
Midnight pouted and returned to her seat. The living skeleton that was Toshinori Yagi was currently sitting beside Principal Nezu who looked way to excited about watching the exam. Shota was leaning against the back wall with his leg propped up against the wall and his arms crossed. After nodding towards Snipe Akemi headed towards her husband to join him against the wall as the exam got underway.
With her blood red eyes locked on the monitors Akemi watched as the different gates opened on the several screens signaling the start of the exam. Her blood red lips formed into a smile as all the kids started to run forward. It was quiet for a bit as they all watched the children battling it out, some were much stronger physically, but from what Akemi could tell there were some who were unable to compete properly due to their quirks. One purple haired boy that reminded her of a younger Shota was one of those few that sadly were unable to compete properly.
She could practically feel Shota's frown and she knew his right eye was twitching without even looking at him. She knew that it was pointless to comment on the practicality of the exam as much as they hated seeing wasted potential slipping through the cracks they would just have to suck it up and move on.
"Clearly the examinees have no idea how many villains are present or their locations, they have limited time to cover a vast area and hunt down every last target. Some use information gathering abilities to plan out strategies while other rely on speed to pull ahead of their peers. Of course remaining calm under pressure can be a huge advantage, as can pure power and combat ability. The most successful students use a combination of all these tactics, there the ones who rack up all the highest scores." Principle Nezu said and when Akemi looked over at him he was holding a cup of tea and he had a wide smile on his face that worried her ever so slightly.
"Mm, I'd say this years group looks promising." Midnight hummed.
"Well there's still plenty of time before its over, the real test is yet to come.. Lets see how they react..." Akemi smirked as of the judges said that white pressing a big red button on the control panel. She watched with amusement as a massive robot was unearthed in front of the groups of kids.
"So who took down the robot when you did this exam Akemi?" Toshinori asked, and Akemi smirked. "Me, Shota, along with Mic worked together."
"And I assume that as the Symbol of Peace you were the one to take it down your year Toshinori." She said with a hint of humor and he chuckled.
"Yep it was nothing but scrap metal!" He muttered amusement in his voice. Despite her husband's displeasure of the man Akemi did like Toshinori he is a good man.
Akemi turned back to screen and watched the green haired boy as he was knocked on his ass in front of the massive robot. "Now things get interesting, a person's true character is revealed when their faced with danger." Toshinori said loud enough for everyone else to hear. One girl got stuck under some rubble right in front of the robot and Shota felt Akemi gripping the sleeve of his hero outfit tightly in her hand hoping the boy would turn back to help her.
"There are no combat points rewarded for taking on the humongous villain.. But there is opportunity, a chance to shine. To show what your really made of!" Toshinori said in a voice that oozed pride as the boy jumped up, cracking the ground at his feet as he flew towards the robot. Akemi's mouth fell open as he destroyed the massive robot in one punch! That was power just what was that kid playing at he didn't appear to have a quirk in the sludge villain fight?!
She could hear Toshinori's prideful voice saying, "That's right, show who you are embody what it means to be a hero. Nothing is nobler than self-sacrifice!" Toshinori had a smile on his face as he watched the boy plummet back towards the ground next to the defeated robot.
Akemi had to bite her bottom lip as she watched the boys flailing limbs he looked like a rag dog. She then let out a little breath of relief the moment the gravity girl slapped him and cushioned his fall. She whispered towards Shota. "I feel like this job is going to be more stressful than we initially thought this year huh Sho."
"Mhmm..." She noticed Shota's hum of intrigue at the sight of the green haired boy. He was curious about this kid she could tell and that earned a small smirk to appear on Akemi's blood red lips.
"That's quite a collection of students. I'd expect this is going to make for an interesting year wouldn't you all agree?" Akemi said and she heard a few hums of agreement from the various teachers.
The rest of the teachers started discussing the various students while the judges counted up points and ordered the students properly. It only took about ten minutes tops before the scores were presented on the large screens.
"Wow the first place student didn't even have rescue points." Midnight pointed out.
"He took down those foux villains like an ace when most of the other examinees were running from the big obstacle, he stayed focused on letting the smaller targets get in close and then counter attacking, that kid is tough." Snipe added. Akemi rolled her eyes sure he was tough and had the tenacity to make a good hero but his attitude was the problem she could see it in his wild grin. He needed to be taken down a peg or two he's not a hotshot right out of the gate he has to earn his keep as a respectable hero.
"On the opposite end, the seventh place student had zero villain points." Midnight said and Akemi smiled as she remembered that kid from the sludge villain attack for a impractical quirk he had the spirit of a hero. He just needed better control...Toshinori seemed to take a liking to the boy...kindred spirit maybe she could see it in his grin.
"That's it for today, I will see you all in spring." The principle said, hopping down from his chair and wandering towards the door. The rest of the teachers followed suite. Shota turned to Akemi and nudged her shoulder giving a curt nod towards the door. With a smile on her face she hooked her arm within his and together the pair headed towards the main gates of the campus and down the backroads towards their favorite spot to unwind.
It was a small park seldom used only known by a select few. Akemi smiled as they sat underneath the old ash tree. She then rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. "This years going to be interesting dear."
"Mhmm...interesting..."
"That Midoriya surprised me...it looked he didn't have any understanding of how to properly control his quirk."
"He's like a four year old child if he's in my class he had better prepare himself."
"Will you ever go easy on them Sho?"
Shota turned and arched a brow. "Will you?"
"Now where's the fun in that Sho?!"
Shota smirked as he leaned back against the tree with his arms behind his head hoping for a few extra hours of rest before lunch. "Then I rest my case.
"Oh you..." Akemi smirked and kissed his cheek before resting her head against his shoulder, joining him in his little nap.
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Title: My Hero Academia: Shōta Aizawa x Akemi Yuriemoto (Aizawa)
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