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lovekz · 10 months

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dumb dick!

syn -> taiju’s bike isn’t the only thing you wanna ride of his.

warnings : smut, rough sex, p in v, oral (male receiving), squirting, use of the nickname mama and baby, overstimulation, taiju has a big dick, creampie

you stood inside of the fast food restaurant, waiting on you and yuzuha’s order.

the two of you decided you should have a sleepover to catch up with each other, as college work has been keeping you two apart.

however, you don’t think this was a great idea anymore, because nothing was going right.

your car had broke down so you had to take the bus, and you were stranded.

the walk to the shiba’s house would take pretty long and you don’t want the food to get cold.

taking the bus wouldn’t shorten the time either.

not to mention your horrible experiences with ubers and lyft.

so you called yuzuha and asked if she could pick you up.

“sorry babe, I can’t. I gave hakkai my car so he could take it to his friend to get it fixed.” yuzuha frowned, feeling bad.

she had the same problem as you, but hers had broke down only after she got home.

you cursed quietly, contemplating on what you should do.

you could risk it and get a uber (and possibly have to stay on the phone the entire time and drain your phone's battery) or risk your legs and walk.

neither sounded ideal.

“i can pick her up?” you hear a voice in the background catch your attention.

it isn’t a voice you've heard before, and you don't think yuzuha got a boyfriend during the times you haven't spoke.

"that would be amazing, tai. can you please? i'll send you 50 for gas." yuzuha immediately says, opening her phone.

"no it's fine. you don't have to." the alleged 'tai' had responded, before you heard a door close.

yuzuha had a big smile on her face, and you looked at her with a bit of a smug look.

"didn't know you had a boyfriend." you teased, grabbing your orders and sitting at one of the seats.

yuzuha scoffed, rolling her eyes and leaning back into the comfy couch that she bought.

"hell no. that's just my older brother, taiju." yuzuha replies, tucking a hair behind her ear with a hum.

you nod, not knowing your best friend had another brother considering you only see hakkai.

maybe he doesn't live with them or maybe he isn't really their brother at all.

who knows.

after a few minutes, you walk outside and see a guy on a cool ass motorcycle.

you recognize it being the one that's usually in the shiba garage, but no one ever touched it before.

probably because it was his.

the man looks at you approaching him, and you try not to cream in your panties.

he was so fine.

he had this piercing gold gaze with a scowl resting permanently on his lips, hair blowing wildly behind him.

he wore a turtleneck that hugged his muscles perfectly and a pair of dress pants, dior belt holding them up.

not only was he fine, but he had money just like his siblings.

"you must be zu's friend?" the man begins to speak, leaning back to rest on his bike.

his voice came out gruffer than it had sounded over the phone, fitting his intimidating look.

you couldn't bring yourself to speak, offering him a nod as you got closer to get on the bike.

he stops you, getting off and taking the bag of food from you and resting it on the handle.

then, he lifts you up into the air and places you onto the bike properly, making you even more flustered.

he doesn’t say a word to you, just gets on the bike himself and wraps your arms around his waist.

you hold on tightly as he starts up the bike, before driving off.

the wind in your face actually feels amazing, makes you feel like you have a a lot of freedom in the world.

not only that, but you were offered a ride on a really hot guy’s motorcycle with him on it!

you wonder if he’ll get mad if you just…

you begin to let your hands fall a little lower from his waist, waiting for any reaction.

when there was none, you press a delicate hand on his bulge.

you feel his breath hitch just a bit, before he stops at a red light and turns to you.

“playing with your life gorgeous. can't wait till we get home?” taiju teases quietly, giving you a little smirk.

you smile at him, letting him pull your hands back up to where they originally were.

“sorry. just testing the waters.” you joke, getting a bit closer to him.

you feel him chuckle from his back as he looks back at the street when the light turns green.

you hope he stays so you can ‘test’ more waters on him.

he doesn’t seem to mind.

four hours into the movie marathon, yuzuha is knocked out on the long end of the couch.

taiju was upstairs in his own room, probably asleep as well.

the two of you had finished some of your food and had some more to share for hakkai and taiju.

so now it was just you and the movie.

it was growing to be late, but you don’t really feel tired at all.

maybe it’s because you were used to staying up so late to do homework and projects.

so you stayed up until the movie was over, woke yuzuha up to go in the room, and then laid on the air mattress wide awake.

of course this would happen.

you sigh to yourself, before going back downstairs to grab something to drink.

when you get to the kitchen, taiju is sitting on the counter with a mug in his hand.

shirtless, with only a pair of sweats that hang loosely on him.

you catch his attention almost immediately, him give you a little smile in result.

maybe he forgot about what happened earlier.

“hey.” you greet shortly, before grabbing one of the cups and getting some water.

he raises a hand to you, before looking back at his phone.

you lean against the counter yourself, typing away at your phone.

it’s silent for a while, besides the sound of things crashing and booming coming from his phone.

you wouldn’t take him for the type, then again, the shibas are pretty unpredictable.

“how come you’re down here so late?” taiju questions, not looking away from his phone.

you look up from yours, before taking another sip from your glass.

“can't sleep. you?” you reply shortly, placing your phone down onto the counter.

he does the same, wanting to engage in a conversation with you.

“same as you, really haven’t slept here in a while.” taiju explains, nodding his head.

you nod along with him. so he did use to live here, but he doesn’t anymore.

probably just visiting.

it grows silent once more, and you finish your water quickly.

it’s thirty minutes before two, and you don’t feel like staring up at the ceiling in yuzuha’s room.

taiju must’ve caught onto that, and he hops of the counter and moves in front of you.

“if you’d like, you can come keep me company in my room.” taiju whispers in your ear, before making his way upstairs.

you’re flustered now, and he probably knows it.

but you won’t let him get away that easily.

when you make it into taiju's room, you notice how well done it is although a bit childish.

he has drawings of what are supposed to be sharks with hakkai and yuzuha's name scribbled on it.

the year at the bottom left had read about 10-13 years back.

his bed sheets were perfectly a deep blue with fluffy dark grey covers over the bed with a clean smell.

they must be fresh out of the dryer they had in their laundry room.

he had a comfortable little couch there too, it was where he was sitting right now.

also where you were kneeling in front of him, between his big beefy legs that could suffocate you if he wanted.

as of right now, you were trying to fit half of his cock into your mouth with a whine.

"you want it baby? gotta get it wet first." taiju encouraged, bucking his hips into your warm throat.

you gag around him just a bit, holding the base of his cock with both hands as you look up at him.

he's looking back at you with a shit eating grin, knowing you can't take more than the four inches you have down your throat.

taiju was a pretty big man, you should've expected him to have a big dick as well.

after a bit more of you struggling, taiju lifts you off of him and brings you closer to his face.

"breathe mama, s'okay. you'll have more practice." taiju whispered, cupping you through your panties.

just from sucking him (and playing with yourself in the first half), you were more than ready to try and take him a different way.

he sits you in his lap and lifts his hips up to shuffle the rest of his pants off, before pulling your panties off.

"want you t'ride me. that okay with you?" taiju whispers, kissing your jawline softly.

even if you didn't want to before, you were so gonna do it after he asked.

taiju doesn’t let you respond though, just lifts you up and lines himself up with your sopping hole.

you hold yourself up on your knees and keep steady with the help of his broad shoulders.

he teases your clit softly, making you roll your hips with a hitched breath.

eventually, he’s stops playing and sits you down onto his tip.

a hiss leaves your mouth immediately, the stretch being something completely foreign.

you weren’t a virgin, but you’ve never been with anyone much bigger than you.

let alone raw.

taiju rests against the couch a bit more, holding your waist to keep you still on top of him.

he’s watching as you sink yourself onto his hard cock, shaking ever so slightly and taking deep breaths.

taiju bores his eyes into your closed ones, feeling you rest your hands on his chest.

eventually, you sit down completely and open your eyes to stare back into taiju’s gold ones.

“you okay?” taiju teases quietly, rubbing your hip in slow reassuring circles.

you nod quickly, letting out a quiet sigh and leaning closer to him.

he notices how much you were tightening around him, and presses his thumb against your clit.

“s’okay. just relax for me, gonna make you feel good.” taiju reassures, rubbing in tight circles.

you moan quietly, following the movements of his thumb with your hips despite taiju trying to keep you still.

"mhm.. open up that pretty pussy for me." taiju groans, grinding up into you.

you begin to bounce and grind just a bit, already feeling overwhelmed from the size of him inside of you.

and you barely started moving.

taiju gains your attention by giving your hips a tight squeeze, staring into your eyes.

"you'll tell me if it's too much, okay?" taiju practically demanded, glancing down at where you two were connected.

you nod immediately, picking up the speed a little more.

soon enough, you were nearing your second orgasm, holding his hands and bouncing erratically on his dick while moaning a bit too loud.

taiju wasn't worried though, he knew his sister has slept through many things she probably shouldn't have.

loud claps echoed through the room every time you slammed your hips down onto him.

"m'cumming!" you cried out above him for the second time tonight, squeezing his hands tightly as you threw your head back.

taiju knows already though. he's mesmerized by the way you squeeze and ride him more desperately.

"go ahead. make a mess on me, baby." taiju grunts, feeling your insides squeeze against him more.

and at his command, you're crying out loudly and releasing on him one more.

taiju groans quietly, letting go of your hands and grabbing your waist.

he lifts you up and practically tosses you onto his bed, before pushing your legs up to your ears and sliding into you again.

you press a hand against his stomach, squealing as he presses directly into your sweet spot.

"w-wait taiju! s'too much!" you gasped out, scratching at his abs to try to push him out a bit.

"mm-mm. move it. it's never too much." taiju says gruffly, slapping your hands away and pounding into you.

you toss your head back and moan, feeling your legs begin to shake like you had to cum again.

taiju lets your legs go and they end up wrapped around his waist tightly, trying to still his movements.

but it does nothing, since taiju is much stronger and bigger than you.

he reaches between the both of you and begins rubbing your clit feverishly, relishing in the feeling of you pulling him in.

you feel something begin to build up in your tummy, something stronger than before.

you cry out loudly, still trying to get him to let up on his thrusts.

"g-gonna make a mess! please!" you squeal, feeling his hand begin to press on your tummy.

"i know mama, can feel it." taiju grunts out, still battering your poor pussy senseless.

before you knew it, you were squirting all over his stomach and the sheets below you.

the extra wetness made the thrusts you continued to receive much louder and wetter than before.

"hope you're on the pill." taiju says to you, feeling his hips begin to stutter and lose its rhythm.

you don't let it bother you, too overstimulated to understand anything he could be saying to you.

he wraps his hand around your throat to keep you still as he pushes deep into you, cumming hard.

his scrunches up his nose and groans, shutting his eyes tight.

and although your sight is a bit blurry, you can't help but watching him closely as he rides out his orgasm.

when he's finished, he pulls out of you and watches his cum drip out onto the bed before moving his attention back to your face.

you were spent, and on the verge of falling asleep.

taiju presses two or three kisses to your lips, before rubbing your thigh comfortingly.

"don't go to sleep yet. m'not done." taiju whispers in your ear, gathering some of the cum up and pushing it back into you.

and you definitely did have a feeling he wasn't.

the next morning, you wake up in the airbed more sore than you thought you'd be.

the numerous amount of rounds you and taiju did might be the reason, and not because of the airbed have little to none air.

you get out as best as possible, before making your way to the bathroom and brushing your teeth.

yuzuha was already out of bed and was probably downstairs.

when you finish, you go downstairs and see all three of the shibas standing around in the kitchen.

now that you realize it, they all shared more similarities, though hakkai looked much more like taiju standing next to him.

"good morning sleeping beauty. how ya feeling?" yuzuha teases, oblivious as to what happened last night.

you stretch out your limbs and pick up a piece of fruit from her bowl, chewing on it.

"sore, actually. feels like my body was bent wrong." you complain lightly, sitting on the counter next to her.

hakkai spits out his coffee, before coughing loudly and holding onto taiju for support.

the three of you were confused, watching as hakkai wiped his mouth with paper towel.

"uhm.. okay. when did you come back, kai?" yuzuha questioned, shrugging off her brother's odd behvaior.

when he came to his senses and finished cleaning up, he leaned against the counter with a bottle of water.

taiju rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee, waiting for hakkai's response.

"sometime around two or three last night." hakkai says hesitantly, drinking his cold water.

taiju then spits out his coffee and you begin to choke on the piece of strawberry in your mouth.

you play yours off with a laugh, covering your mouth as you lean on yuzuha so she laughs too.

he had came in around the time taiju had you in his bed, which is probably why he reacted the way he did.

now it was taiju cleaning up his mess and drinking water.

"i don't get it. what's going on?" yuzuha questioned suspiciously after her laugh dies down, looking at her brothers.

taiju shakes his head, looking at hakkai with a unreadable expression.

hakkai clears his throat after another sip of water, before looking at his older sister.

"the coffee is shit, yuzu. is it dark roast?" hakkai questions, pointing to the bag of coffee grounds.

she checks, and (luckily), the coffee that was in the machine was dark roast.

yuzuha curses quietly and tosses the bag in the garbage, along with the pot of coffee that was made.

"shit, my bad. i'll go get another one now." yuzuha says, grabbing her wallet and keys before turning to you.

she was silently asking if you would be okay staying here while she runs to the store.

you wave her off, massaging your hips just a little bit.

"i'm still sore, so i'll probably lay down for a bit." you explain, flashing her a little smile.

yuzuha nods, before changing out her shoes and offering you a smile.

"i'll bring back some painkillers." yuzuha lets you know, before walking out of the house.

when it's confirmed that yuzuha was out of the driveway, you and taiju turned to hakkai.

"i got one hundred dollars if you keep your mouth shut." you say, pointing your fork at him.

hakkai scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter with a smirk.

"one fifty sounds like a better bargain honestly." hakkai says, looking at you with a raised brow.

"how about two fifty and you eat for free." taiju bargains with him again, crossing his arms to mock hakkai.

you go to protest about the amount of money, but taiju holds his hand up to you.

it shuts you up almost immediately, especially when hakkai's eyes widen with a grin.

"you got a deal-" "but only you! and maybe mitsuya." taiju restates, cutting hakkai off before he got a big head.

hakkai scoffs, before nodding and saying a short 'fine' under his breath.

hakkai leaves the room after giving taiju his cash app, and goes upstairs.

"i don't have two fifty." you sigh, leaning back and letting him find yourself in between your legs.

he presses a kiss your your lips and then along your jawline.

"don't worry about it. i'll pay him." he whispers, massaging your hips for you.

you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pull him into a kiss.

you hope hakkai doesn't see this, or you fear he'll ask for more money.

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moonstruckme · 1 year

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In a week-

I saw you did royal Bodyguard poly!marauders to sunshine!reader, ans I was wondering if we could get something like that but instead reader is a little sneakt bitch who uses escaping her bodyguards as a fun pastime?????

Thanks for requesting!!

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bodyguard!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 979 words

You’re about to take a sip from your cup when your wrist is gripped by a strong hand, stopping it from reaching your mouth.

“You have no idea what’s in there.”

“Hi, Jamie,” you shoot him a smile, warm and loose all over from the drinks you’ve already had. “Sure I do. It’s a rum and coke. Pretty straightforward, actually.”

“He means,” Remus says, prying your fingers from around the cup and setting it on the bar, “that you probably weren’t watching to see if anyone slipped something into it, and unfortunately for you, we weren’t here to do it for you.”

You don’t have to look around to know Sirius will be here as well, your three bodyguards relentless and nearly impossible to shake. Still, you’re a bit proud you’d managed to get free for a little over an hour tonight. That’s not an easy task.

“No one here is going to drug me,” you say, though you know that’s not strictly true, and you go on before one of them can contradict you. “How’d you find me anyway?”

James gives you a deadpan look, the closest thing you ever get to anger from him. “If we told you, you’d just figure out how to get around it next time.” He sets a hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently away from the bar. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” you say, and despite your best intentions, your voice comes out with a petulant edge. “Why can’t we stay here?”

“You know very well you’re allowed to go out,” Remus says as he and James steer you towards the exit. “But we haven’t had time to look around this place, and you’re supposed to be studying at Kate’s.”

“So this is a punishment.” It’s not a question, but Sirius answers you anyway, draping an arm around your shoulders as you meet him by the door.

“Yes, it is,” he says lightly. “You almost killed Remus tonight, doll, and attempted murder deserves a time-out at the very least.”

Even whilst scolding you, Sirius’ voice is teasing. Between the three of them, you know he’s the least upset with you. He might be a bit frustrated, sure, but he seems to also harbor a tiny bit of respect or understanding for what he calls your ill-timed rebellious phase. Though to be fair, you’d never had much cause for rebellion before your mom had forced a security detail upon you. You were used to doing whatever you wanted, and what you wanted had never seemed so wild until one day you needed permission to go outside and your privacy was blown to smithereens.

You step out into the cool night air, and Sirius rubs your upper arm when you shiver. Remus leads you all towards the parking lot, and you’re secretly glad to be able to get into a warm car even if you’re still stubbornly yearning for the mundanity of the bus.

“I know you think of running off as trying to get back some sort of freedom,” James says, and his voice is gentler now if not quite friendly, “but it’s not going to feel like freedom if while you’re off by yourself one of your mom’s…critics,” he decides, using the most delicate term possible, “takes the opportunity to kidnap you.”

“Or kill you.” Remus says gruffly, his posture extra-stiff as he scans the parking lot, eyes skimming over every dark corner and potentially occupied vehicle.

“Their issue is with her, not me,” you sigh, somewhere between frustrated and resigned. “You should be protecting her.”

“She’s got her own detail,” Remus reminds you. “And it wouldn’t be the first time extremists have targeted a politician’s family to get at them.”

You’re silent at that, and the boys let you stew in it, the memory of your mother’s face when she’s gotten the news that her coworker’s son had been killed in their home. She’d grieved for her friend that day, but her panic had been for herself. For you.

“We’ve got to find a way around this need to escape, angel,” James says, opening the door to the backseat and offering you a hand in. You nod hello to Marcus, your mom’s driver, whose duties have apparently been extended to picking you up when you go “missing” for an hour or two. Sirius gets in on your other side, Remus taking the passenger seat. “Are we really so awful to be around?”

“No,” you say, though you know the question was meant in jest. They deserve to know anyway. “You guys are great. It’s your job that’s the problem.”

“Unfortunately, it’s still our job,” Remus says, turning around to fix you with a look. It works, and you shrink in your seat. Remus is such a kind, gentle soul, especially considering his profession, so when he focuses his disapproval like this, it always leaves you feeling thoroughly shamed. “Every time you slip off, we have to act as if you’ve been kidnapped, even if we know better. And you very well could be kidnapped. You just—” He shakes his head, and guilt sprouts, winding and thorny, in your gut. “—I don’t think you understand the danger you’re putting yourself in when you do this.”

You nod, forcing yourself to look him in the eye so he knows you’re really listening. “I’m sorry. I’ll…” you sigh, indignation eating at you even as you give in. “I’ll try to work with you guys more.”

“That’s all we’re asking, sweetheart,” James says, bumping your shoulder with his lightly, and you know you’re at least mostly forgiven.

“For tonight,” Sirius drawls, “are you going to actually stay in your room, or is one of us going to have to tie you to the bed?” He winks. “Because if you need me to, I can totally do that, dollface.”

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buckys-wintersoldier · 5 months

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His Angel | Bucky Barnes

Co-Written with @imtryingbuck

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Angel!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Experiment for Hydra but his Angel for Bucky.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) mention of violence and guns, panic attack, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 883

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> ignore if recs are closed :3 maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !! @dethspllz

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request. Since @bucks-babe got the same request it’s linked here “My guardian, my angel, my love” which is such a wonderful oneshot and highly recommend!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

An Angel.

An Angel they called you, it wasn’t necessary for the wings that were attached to your back but because you had the ability to calm everything including the deadliest of storms just by your presence. You were the sweetest and most softest person they had ever met.

For three years you had been a member of the team after they had found you trapped in a high ceiling cell. You heard the gun fire and grew scared, extending your wings you flew up in hopes the vibranium chain would finally break apart and you would be able to grab ahold of the metal bars on the ceiling. For several years you had been trapped, used and abused by the members of Hydra they had put you in a cell with a hole in the ceiling, tormenting you with your freedom right there, just out of reach. The more you flapped your wings sheer desperation and fear the floor began being covered in white soft feathers.

By the time they found you, you was backed in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your nearly bare wings around your shaking frame. They were shocked by the amount of feathers littering the floor. The way your voice shook when you begged them not to hurt you had their hearts aching.

From the moment they freed you from the chains you became apart of their family.

Natasha noticed you no longer hid your wings from anyone - had been to scared to show them to anyone that wasn’t your family - they were always out and you were now free from the pain in your back from keeping them in all the time.

Sam noticed how much your smile would take up your whole entire face when he asked you if you wanted to fly with him. Both of you taking off into the air, your eyes bright, your laughter filling the sky as you both flew around.

Steve noticed how your wings would get fluffier in the winter and in the summer there would be trail of feathers wherever you went.

Wanda noticed the way your wings would flutter whenever a certain brunette super soldier was around. She had asked you if you had feelings for Bucky, quickly dropping the subject when she saw the tears in your eyes and when your wings folded themselves inwards.

But it was Bucky that noticed the change in colour of your wings. “Doll…”

“Yes?”

“You’re… they… wow” you frowned at him, looking at them feeling completely confused about his reaction. It wasn’t the first time he had seen them so you had no idea why he was reacting the way he was.

“Wh-what’s wrong with them?”

“They’re turning gold…”

You turned around, and your mouth dropped open when you saw the slight gold glittering on your wings. It looked gorgeous, the way the feathers were glistening in the light of the sun. Bucky looked just as impressed as you did. He took a step closer, reaching out his hand to slide his fingers with a soft, smooth movement over the feathers of your wings.

“It looks pretty; I mean, you never looked pretty,” Bucky stuttered and smirked softly.

Your wings never changed color, but with every movement of Bucky’s fingers over the feathers and his other hand, which was touching your arm slightly, they changed even more into the gold glitter.

“T—Thank you. It never changed the colors before,” you said, turning to face Bucky.

He smirked at you, feeling goosebumps underneath his fingers. Bucky caressed your skin softly, admiring the gold in your wings.

“Doll, I—I love you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his breath on them, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

He smiled, then his expression turned serious again, and his body started to tremble. Bucky let himself fall down on the bed behind him, his hands running through his soft brown hair when he looked at you. You were walking closer, kneeling in front of him, your arms resting on his thighs while your hands grasped his hands and you stroked his soft skin slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re so beautiful, and you love me. B—But you shouldn’t. I don’t deserve your love,” he said, tears building in his eyes and falling down his cheeks.

“Buck, don’t say that. You deserve so much love. The winter soldier did things that weren’t the greatest, but you— you're Bucky, a wonderful man who is sometimes a bit confused,” you said, giggling softly.

Bucky’s heart warmed when you said that and when your sweet laugh echoed through the room. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment, when he suddenly felt your soft wings around him. With a soft grin on his lips, he opened his eyes, looking directly into yours, and leaned closer to kiss you gently.

There he was — home with you. Your closeness, your touches, and your skin always feel like home, and when you laugh or talk, he is sure there is nothing that could sound better than that. You’re his pretty doll.

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darknight3904 · 6 months

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Freedom

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢʀᴜᴅɢɪɴɢʟʏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇx. ᴏᴜᴛᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ ᴄʟᴀɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ

ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6ᴋ

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ @starryparkrr ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ! ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ…ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴜʙᴇᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ?

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

2018

November 4

The light is the first thing you can register when your eyes open again. You want to yell at Satoru for not shutting the curtains before falling asleep. Of course, you can't, the room you wake in is foreign yet familiar at the same time.

"Jeez, finally." An all too familiar voice says

"Where am I?" You mumble while the voice laughs at you

"What's supposed to be our shared room after we marry."

Your eyes snap open immediately. you know that voice, how could you ever forget it?

"Naoya." You greet, sitting up from the futon you had been tucked into

"Good, you have your memories." He smiles from his seat across the room.

"Why wouldn't I have my memories?" You roll your eyes

"Dunno, that doctor said the meds she gave you were heavy. I thought you might've been on death's door or something." He shrugs

Naoya is surprisingly calm. What the hell was up with him? He still hadn't attempted to insult you.

"You should thank me." He says

"Excuse me?" You ask baffled

"Those higher-ups wanted to execute you for being a collaborator for whatever happened in Shibuya." He explains

"Why the hell would I be a collaborator?" You ask

"Your relationship with that white-haired fool must've tipped them off." Naoya says, "Don't cut me off again"

You want to tell him to shove his words up his ass but he seems deadly serious and your head is hurting terribly, you doubt could take him in a fight right now. So, instead, you just roll your eyes and he seems content with that.

What even happened? The last thing you remember was Nanami pushing you away from that curse...

"I stepped in of course. Our engagement contact came in handy for once, by the way. I said you'd retire from being a sorcerer and marry me. Pop out a few brats and live the housewife life."

You want to run across the room and tackle him out of that dumb tatami chair he's sitting in.

"Before you freak out, don't worry I didn't marry you in your sleep." He smiles, "Now can I get a thank you? After all they wanted to appoint that Yuta Okkotsu kid as your executioner. He's stronger than you if I'm correct?"

"Yeah, he is." You admit, thinking of the kind-hearted dark-haired boy who had been sent off to Africa with Miguel.

"Right, so a thank you then?" Naoya smiled

How annoying he was today. Of course, it could've been worse, He hadn't insulted you or called you any rude names, yet.

"Whatever. Thank you." You say quietly

Naoya smiles with glee, and then motions for you to join him at the table.

You shuffle your way across the room to him. Your body was incredibly sore. He said Shoko had given you medicine but they didn't just use her technique to heal you? You felt like a bus ran you over.

"That doctor wasn't allowed to use her technique on you. The higher ups were hoping you'd die of your head injury. I had her cook up some drug cocktail and the Zenin doctors have been in to see you and to stitch up that stomach wound," Naoya says as he watches you stiffly sit next to him, "Attendants have been feeding you this disgusting soup that's supposed to help you recover quickly. I tasted it earlier, its basically dog shit."

"Alright, cut the bullshit." You glare, "Why're you in such a good mood?"

"Me? I'm always in a good mood." He says, " Although I guess I am being nicer than usual."

That was the understatement of the year!

"My father died last night."

Naobito? Didn't that mean Naoya was officially the head of the clan?

"The injuries he got from Shibuya were too much for him. And the reader of his will is due to arrive soon. I'm certain I will become head of the clan." He smiles at you

Naoya reminds you of a child, giddy for a present like it was Christmas morning. Except the present is his father dying and the fortune that the family sits on.

"Why should I care about any of this?" You ask, wanting to lay back down

"Once I'm clan head my first act is to dissolve this stupid contract," Naoya says, pushing a folder to you

You don't even have to open it to know what's inside. You know it's the engagement papers both of your fathers drew up years ago.

"I'd do it now but only the contract signers or the clan head legally have the power to end it. I doubt your dad will be interested and mine just kicked it." He explains

"Why do you want to do this? I thought there was some genetic advantage to us having kids." You say, skeptical

You remember the night you were told that the engagement was finalized. Your mother had sat you down and told you that because you and Naoya were the strongest sorcerers of the family, you'd most likely create amazing kids.

You had stopped speaking to her after that night, not interested in a mother who would sell you like a piece of meat.

"Oh, there is. But I don't want to be chained to you for the rest of my life. Even if it does mean my kids would be amazing. You're disgusting. I doubt you'd walk three paces behind me and your ass certainly isn't big enough. Not to mention you've been broken in by Satoru Gojo of all people."

His words are wildly insulting and normally you'd want to punch him in the face for his insults. But, for once your imperfections are paying off.

"Thank you." You say "For letting me go."

"I'm not doing it for you, woman. I'm doing it for myself." He says

Before you can tell him to die, a knock sounds and the door slides open. Ogi and Jinichi Zenin enter. Ogi is sporting a long ponytail that seems to have doubled in length since you last saw him on a visit to Maki. As for Jinichi, he's as rough-looking as ever, the whispers about Toji being the better-looking son were certainly true.

"You've been sitting around with your fiancee instead of mourning your father? What's wrong with you?" Ogi scolds

"Why would anyone want to mourn him?" You say

"You haven't taught her to hold her tongue? I'm surprised Naoya." Ogi says, ignoring you

"She doesn't listen to me. She's right though, why would I want to mourn? I'm the next head of the clan. You haven't amounted to anything, Ogi." Naoya laughs, "As for you Jinichi, you're just..."

Naoya trails off like he isn't quite sure what to say.

"You're too ugly." You blurt out

Oh crap. You shouldn't have spoken up.

Jinichi grunts out of anger, and you see him lunging for you. Your instincts are dulled. You're reacting slowly, a side effect of all the medication from Shoko? Ah, he's going to tackle you to the floor. Jinichi's smelly self is going to crush you.

"Now can't we get along? What if she's the one sitting by my side? Don't you want to get along with my wife?" Naoya says, easily pinning Jinichi to the floor before he can reach you.

Jinichi's ugly face is a few inches from your feet and your brain says to step on him. Something wasn't right though. Why did he decide to stop Jinchi? And why was he pretending he planned to marry you?

A clink of a sword is heard as Ogi draws his blade to press it to Naoya's throat.

"I'm in mourning! You wouldn't kill a man whose daddy just died would you?" Naoya smiles, sitting back down next to you, a bit closer than last time.

Your eyes widen as he reaches and pulls you close so his lips tickle your ear when he talks. To the two old men in the room with you it probably looks like two love birds whispering to each other.

"Keep your mouth shut. These two will kill you if they find out I'm not interested in you. The higher-ups put your execution notice out, if you're not with me you're dead. I don't think you're in a condition to fight, Miss Special Grade."

Of course, he tells you that now...

Sure, he was right about the whole not being able to fight. You're pretty sure even Miwa from Kyoto could knock you out right now. God you wished you could figure out reversed curse technique.

"Flirt on your own time, Naoya." Ogi scolds as a small man with glasses enters the room.

"Oh, I plan to." Naoya smiles, tossing a big arm over your shoulders, which you shrug off and shoot him a glare that could kill him.

"Good, you're all here. I am Furudate. I have Master Noabito's will. I will read it now."

Naoya's lips quirk up in a triumphant smile as Furudate delivers the news that he is to be the head, and is set to inherit every asset the Zenin family has.

"Freedom awaits." He says, with a whisper to your ear

So close. You wished he'd back off, of course, you understood he had a role to play. You weren't interested in fighting Ogi or Jinichi.

"However, if Satoru Gojo has become incapacitated in any way...A written agreement concluded with Toji Fushiguro will welcome Megumi Fushiguro into the Zenin Clan...where he shall become head of the Zenin Clan...and all assets shall pass to him."

Oh shit...

"What?"

You quickly scoot away from Naoya, suddenly more interested in the floor. Ah, what a lovely shade of brown!

"Where is Megumi?" Naoya asks

"He is searching for Yuji Itadori in Tokyo." A female attendant says

"Who's that?" Noaya asks

"Sukuna's vessel." She says

Please do not let this be going in the direction you think it is...

Naoya shoots a glance to Ogi and Jinichi and motions for you to follow him out the door.

Who does he think you are? A dog?

You follow him anyway though, worried about his sudden interest in Megumi and Itadori.

A beat of silence follows as you fall into pace with an angry Naoya. You have no interest in following his stupid three-step rule like the attendant does.

"Tell the higher-ups that I will kill Sukuna's vessel for them...I'll kill both of them." He says and the attendant nods.

"They're kids, Naoya. Megumi doesn't even want to be the clan head. I'm sure he will hand it over willingly if you just talk to him. " You try to reason with him, worried for the kids' safety if he goes after them.

"Make sure she doesn't leave my quarters. There's the drugs from that woman from the school. Give them to her on schedule until I return." He says, before grabbing you by the arm and dragging you down the hall as you trip on your feet in the long traditional garb you're wearing.

Naoya pulls you along until you're in another room on the other side of the estate. This one is tastefully decorated, more lived-in than the last one.

"You'll stay put if you know what's good for you." Naoya says as he tosses you onto the ground.

You might be a match for him when it comes to techniques but physically he's bigger than you and easily stronger.

"Stay put while you kill the kid I helped raise and his friend? You must be delusional." You laugh, standing back up

"You'll lose if we fight right now." He chides

"Maybe, but that doesn't matter." You huff, ready to activate your technique

"I'm not interested in fighting a weak version of you. If we fight, I want you at full power, so that when I beat you, you'll know I'm truly better." He says

"Then stay. We can spar like we used to when we were kids." You tempt him with nostalgia

"That wasn't sparing. That was you beating me every day so I could go to dinner and listen to my father mock me." He glares

"Prove you're better then." You smile

Perhaps you can get him to forget about Megumi with a little healthy competition. You don't want Naoya messing with Megumi or Itadori. After Shibuya, there was no telling what condition either of them was in. If they weren't at their best, he'd win and kill both of them.

You weren't interested in burying either of them. Megumi meant more to you than you had ever thought he would.

"Our little blessing."

Satoru's teasing voice echoed in your brain. He called him that as a joke but it was true. Megumi and Tsumiki were one of the most important things in your life.

"You're injured. You won't be healed for another few days. Plenty of time to kill the kids and then spar." He says, beginning to walk for the door

Shit. You couldn't let him run off!

"Fine then, no sparring then..."

If there was a God, you prayed that he would step in before this went too far. You slowly cross the room to where Naoya is. Your hands gently tug at your robe, pulling it so your chest pops into his line of sight.

"Instead of sparring, why don't you stay here with me..." You put on your best smile, hoping you don't gag as you speak, and press yourself against him, "Aren't you interested in why Satoru has kept me around for so long? I'm good with my mouth..."

You'd do anything to keep Naoya away from Megumi. Even sleep with him if that's what it took...

"Looks like I was right, you're nothing but some cheap whore." Naoya laughs, pushing you off of him "Cover up. Maybe when I'm back I'll take you up on your offer. I'll bring you Megumi's head, too. He can watch as we fuck."

His words are so crude you activate your technique, hoping you have enough in you for a duplicate or two.

"Stop that." He smiles, mockingly

A flash of color from Naoya's clothes floats in front of your face and a hard fist is the last thing you see.

March 1995 (You and Naoya: 4)

"Naoya, you could've dodged that!"

The angered voice of his father's voice carrys across the training grounds.

What the hell did he know? It wasn't even fair for him to be fighting, after all his technique hadn't manifested yet so how come he was fighting some girl who already had hers? Did his father like watching him get sent flying by her or her stupid doubles?

"Can we stop now? My mom is making rice balls at home and I want to help her!" The girl who stands above him asks

"No! I don't care about stupid rice balls, we're sparring until I beat you!" Naoya demands, brushing dirt from his pants as he stands up

"But aren't you tired of getting punched?" She asks him innocently

Sure he is, but he's more tired of listening to everyone blab about this girl across from him and her technique and skill. He was born a week before her so why was she so much better than him? It wasn't fair!

"We're fighting until I win!" He demands

July 1997 (You and Naoya: 6)

"Has anyone ever told you you're a terrible person, Naoya?" You ask as he pulls you through the maze of hallways that was the Zenin estate

"Huh? What are you blabbing about now?" He asks, clearly uninterested in what you had to say

You wouldn't venture to say that you were friends with the dark-haired boy. More like both your parents were constantly pushing the two of you to spend time together. Whether it was training or school work, or even just a normal day, you were stuck with Naoya Zenin. Why? You weren't quite sure yet.

"You're dragging me to go see someone who doesn't have any cursed energy just so we can go make fun of him. That's rude don't you think?" You ask

"Why does it matter? This man must be pathetic anyway. Just some weakling." He responds but his voice falls quiet at the end as you both reach your destination.

The man Naoya had dragged you around all day for was right in front of you. Messy dark hair was on his head and a healed scar adorned his face right where his lips met.

You glance at Naoya who seems frozen by the sheer intimidation the man, Toji Zenin puts out. He passes by silently, one big arm suspended by a sling, the other resting idly by his side.

"Still think he's pathetic?" You ask once Toji is out of earshot

"Shut up." Naoya commands

September 1999 (You and Naoya: 8)

"You're crushing me!" You gasp as Naoya tries to use you like some ladder and sits on your shoulders

"You're the one who was saying that you were stronger than me the other day during training. Suck it up." He says

"I didn't think I was going to have to lift you up to a window like a personal step stool." You groan

"Shut up. Someone just opened the door to the room." Naoya says

You roll your eyes but stop speaking anyway. Besides, you were interested in what was happening too. Rumors had been swirling the past week that members of the Gojo Clan would be visiting the Zenin Estate.

Apparently, the new clan head was a child, only a year older than you and Naoya. Satoru Gojo was supposed to be in the room Naoya was trying to peer into atop your shoulders.

"Lift me higher." He whispers

"I can't! You gained weight since the last time we did this!" You say, trying to straighten your knees so he could be taller.

The last time you had held The slightly shorter than you Naoya like this was in July. His mother had yelled at him for eating too much sugar and you helped him steal a bag of sweets he knew she hid ontop of the refrigerator.

"What are you doing?" A voice asks

"Shit..." Naoya says

Yor turn your head slightly to see where the voice was coming from but Naoya interrupts.

"Put me down!-" Naoya commands, struggling

"Wait! I need to-"

You don't get to finish as you lose your grip on him and the two of you fall backward.

"Idiot!" Naoya scolds as you try to ignore the pain in your back as he gets to his feet first

"It's your fault!" You argue back looking at the hand Naoya has extended to help you up.

A soft laughter fills the air and you look up to the person who had snuck up on the two of you.

Hair whiter than snow glitters in the sun as you watch as he covers his mouth while laughing.

"You can't laugh at me! I'm the heir of my family!" Naoya says, angry that he fell over.

"Naoya I think that's..." You trail off as the white-haired boy opens his eyes

Dazzling blue meets your eyes and Naoya freezes next to you. Satoru Gojo is just six feet from the two of you. The boy you had heard about for so many years was looking right at you.

Suddenly, a bustle of female attendants interrupted whatever this was and Satoru Gojo was led away.

"What an idiot." Naoya deems as he watches the other boy who disappears into a room.

"So rude. You know, no girl will want to date you if you're mean like that." You say

"Good!" Naoya scoffs "Let's go get some ice cream, I'm hungry.

June 2004 (You and Naoya: 13)

"Mom, where is Naoya? I thought we were supposed to train today. I got stuck with one of the other guys and he smelled like old fish." You groan

"Noabito-san has sent Naoya away. He's spending some time training with the Hei." She responds "I heard he'll be gone all summer."

"What? No fair! I'm better than Naoya is at everything! How come I didn't get to go?" You whine as you enter the kitchen

"The training was set up just for Naoya. Besides, I think it's a men-only thing. You understand right?" She says as she cuts vegetables for dinner

You let out a scoff at that. Men only? Naoya hasn't won a single fight against you yet he gets special time with the Hei!? Whatever. Once he comes back you were going to beat his ass into the ground for leaving,

November 2004 (You: 13 Naoya: 14)

Cold wind threatened to knock you over as you ran from the car to the house. When the hell did it get so cold so early?

"I'm home! They didn't have any white onions so I got some yellow ones!" You yell toward the kitchen where your mother was surely awaiting your arrival with the extra things she needed for the food.

"You got taller."

You turn from where your face was buried in the overflowing coat closet where you had shoved your coat.

"Naoya!" You greet

He certainly looked different...dyed hair, piercings...shit was he actually taller than you now?

"Looks like you actually have to wear a bra now. Guess your height isn't the only thing that's changed. " He mocks, staring at your chest

Your face heats up with embarrassment as your mother urges the two of you to come sit down.

"Would you like tea?" Your mother asks

"Yes," Naoya says he seemed almost bored

"How were your private tutoring sessions with the Hei? Think you're finally strong enough to beat me?" You tease, hoping he'll fall back into your usual pattern.

Maybe that bra comment was just a fluke. He was 14...your mother had said boys got like that as they got older.

"Shut up. I didn't come here to be insulted by a woman. Go help prepare tea if you're going to run your mouth. I'm not interested in answering questions from you. I don't have to tell you anything."

What. The. Fuck.

You're sure you scare your mother half to death when she opens the tatami doors to find you wrestling with the heir of the clan. She tries to peel you off him but you're set on pounding his obnoxious face into the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You yell when she finally is able to move you enough that Naoya scampers out from under you

"Your daughter has become an animal!" Naoya shouts to your mother and father whose hands are full with the rest of the groceries, Naoya's hand is clutching his injured eye, "If she ever presumes to lay a hand on me again I'll kill her. I don't care about the potential she has, she's just a stupid whore who can't keep her hands to herself!"

You watch an enraged Naoya storm out of your home, brushing past your father, who rushes after him.

The way he carries himself is starkly different than the boy you grew up with. His words hurt your heart as your parents yell at you for what you've done but you can't bring yourself to care, you're mourning the loss of a childhood friend tonight. Sure he wasn't the best but he was the only one you had to begin with and now he was gone, buried by blonde hair and a confusing persona you thought he'd never develop towards you.

November 8, 2018

"Did you OD while I was gone?" A voice asks as you're shaken awake

Naoya sits next to you on the floor as a doctor is looming over you. Your shirt has been pushed up and you can just barely feel some pinching on your abdomen.

"Master Naoya. Removing stitches can be rather graphic. You may want to wait outside." The doctor suggests.

"Just get it over with. I have business to attend to with my future wife here." He grumbles

"Of course." The doctor says, "You'll just feel some light pinching."

A few moments pass and you don't miss the way Naoya looks away when the doctor goes to work. You want to tease him for being a wuss but your brain feels a bit foggy, most likely a side effect of whatever drugs are in your system and the fact that Naoya knocked you out before he ran off.

Wait a moment...if he was back, then where the hell was Megumi?

"Where is Megumi?" You ask, fearing the worst.

"He's alive. Yuta Okkotsu killed Sukuna's vessel though. Megumi never showed up so I came back here." He says

Itadori was dead? Sukuna just let Yuta kill him? That didn't sound right...

"Alright, I'm done. Keep the area clean and take it easy for a day or two." The doctor says as you sit up.

"Thank you." You say as you fix your shirt

Naoya waits for the doctor's departure to speak again.

"Megumi will turn up eventually. If not I'll get ahold of Maki or Mai and then he'll have to show." He says

"They won't come back here willingly." You say

"No? What about when Maki needs a cursed tool? We cleared the stock that we kept at the school. If she wants one she'll have to come here." Naoya smiles

He's probably in the right for once. Megumi would show up if it meant danger for another. Not to mention if Naoya said that you were at the estate as well...

"Stop thinking so hard, you'll hurt yourself," Naoya says before grabbing your arm and hauling to your feet

"You promised a sparring match." He says as he leads you down the hallway

The scene before you is oddly familiar. Naoya has dragged you to the training grounds against your will and is now preparing for a fight he expects to go his way. It's nostalgic and makes you feel like a child again.

"Before we start...I want to ask you something." You say

"I'm not pulling my punches. This is our first match since we were 14, I intend to go all out." He glares

"I know that. I wanted to ask why you bothered saving me from execution and from Jinichi. Letting me die would be easier and it would get you out of the contract easily." You say

"You're smart for a woman. I kept you alive because I wanted to be the one to kill you. I can't let you go to the grave without having won a fight against you, simple as that." He shrugs

You should've known it was something as petty as that. Of course, Naoya only cared about his ego.

"So is this my death sentence then?" You ask warily

"Sure. After you it'll be Megumi and then Maki and Mai. I can't have any competition for the clan head. I'm the sole heir." He says

"Yeah those 15-year-olds, they pose a big threat, huh?" You laugh and pick up the training staff that rests on the stand of weapons

"Shut up." He says

"So are we using techniques? Or just hand to hand like when we were kids?" You ask

"Both. I want to beat you at your best. Besides we already know I'm physically bigger than you. I don't want to cheat my way to victory."He says

"Right. You're a Special grade one right? Last time I checked that means I still rank higher than you." You smile

"Do you ever stop running your mouth?" Naoya groans

"No, I in fact quite enjoy hearing the sound of my own voice."

You're taunting him and he's falling for it like he always does. It sucks you never got married, the fights would've been legendary!

Naoya makes the first move, and like always he swings right for your head.

"So predictable." You huff and easily jump back.

The medicine that was clogging your brain has worn off and you feel better than ever. Perhaps it was that strange soup the attendants had fed you as you drifted in and out of consciousness waiting for Naoya to return from his murder mission.

"Head of the Hei, and I can still read your every move." You say

"Shut up!" Naoya yells and stomps his foot like a small child

"I don't think I will." You say

Perhaps you should start with four duplicates. One to hold each of Naoya's limbs.

"Activating your technique so early? Are you scared?" He asks as he swings at you again

"Nah, I'm interested in wrapping this up quickly. I wanna go see Megumi, make sure you're telling the truth." You say

"You leave me and the higher-ups will have you killed. Can you truly win against Yuta Okkotsu?' He asks

"Probably not. I don't mind dying though, just as long as it's not by your hands." You say honestly.

A loud bell interrupts Naoya before he can speak again.

"The alarm?" You ask dropping the staff

"What the hell is going on?" Naoya asks looking at you for an answer

"You seriously think I'd use a cheap distraction to beat you?" You roll your eyes

"You've become quite the conniving bitch over the years, I wouldn't put it past you." He snaps "Come, let's see what's going on."

"I'm not a dog, Naoya." You scold

He doesn't reply as you walk next to him, interested to see why the alarms would be ringing, Has Megumi come to challenge Naoya? Was he seriously that stupid?

You're nearly mowed over by Ranta, another member of the Hei as he turns a corner.

"Master Naoya! Its Maki! She's gone mad!" Ranta says "She killed Master Ogi!"

Maki killed her father? What the hell was she doing? More importantly, how did she do it?

"She killed Ogi..."Naoya asks slowly

"The Kukuru are off to confront her," Ranka says

"Good. Bring her to me when they get her." Naoya says, cooly

"She's a kid, Naoya." You say, "Ogi must've provoked her if she went after him."

"I won't let your student run around murdering members of the clan. You can either hold your tongue like a woman should or die with her. I've already been lenient with you, even now you're standing next to me like you're my equal. Don't forget what you are." Naoya says

You think of Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki...was it worth it trying to resist Naoya for your own pride?

"Fine. But once Maki is here I expect you to talk to her, not just cut her down right away." You say

"It's a deal," Naoya says

Loud shouts are coming from across the estate, none of them sound promising as Naoya paces in anger.

"Where the hell is Jinichi and Ranka? They should have grabbed her by now." Naoya says

You follow him towards where Maki is supposed to be. For once you listen to his three-step rule, after all, being behind a person is the best way to get the drop on them.

Your eyes widen when you see what is taking place, Maki has cut down all of the Kakuru and she holds Jinichi's head in one hand, a cursed tool in the other. Ranka is there as well, blind from who knows what.

A smile streches arocss your face when you see what she's doing. How she's doing it, you're not sure but right now she's fulfilling everything you saw in her all those years ago.

You have potential to be amazing,

Looks like you were right. Maki's moving at a speed that rivals most special grades as she cuts through the last of the Kakuru and sets her sights on Ranka.

"Looks like my student won't be dying today." You laugh as you quickly deliver a kick to Naoya's back.

"What do you think you're doing? You're a member of this clan. Go down there and stop her, special grade!" He says pointing at Maki.

"Nah, Don't want to." You say

"You'll become an exile then." Naoya seethes "And just when I was beginning to think you weren't so bad."

"You talk a lot." You point out and activate your technique, "Think you can beat me and Maki?"

Naoya seems slower than usual or maybe he was just slow in general as your four duplicates grabbed him on all sides.

"Maki?" You call to the girl who readys a finishing blow

Naoya lets out a loud call, he reminds you of an animal who know's its trapped.

And then suddenly a blade is in his hands and he cuts through your unsuspecting duplicates.

"I hate sorcerers who only rely on blades." He declares " I'll be beating the two of you without this."

You watch as he discards the once-hidden weapon. Naoya easily closes in on Maki and sends her flying with a good punch. Ah, so that wasn't his top speed.

"You. I can't believe you're betraying your entire bloodline for a teenager." He says

"Believe it. I don't feel any allegiance to the Zenin. Why should I? I haven't felt welcome in the clan since you came back from that training when we were 14." You say blocking the punch he sends your way

"You're still upset about that? What a stupid woman you are. Fawning over the past." He berates and slaps your arm to activate his technique.

Dammit, his technique was so annoying.

He easily kicks you through a wall or two and you stand up, your duplicates are back running behind him, ready for an attack.

"Looks like this is our final act then, Naoya." You say

"Let's make it a good one, then." He grins

He's a blur as he sends a barrage of punches to you. Your duplicates take some of them and melt away as you think of a way to stop him. You can hear Maki fighting again, the rest of the Kakuru must have come after her.

"You're weak. I don't know why I wasn't able to beat you before." He says when he finally stops

You're out of breath and bloody from his well-timed hits. He targeted the spot where your stitches had just been removed and the blood was flowing from it again, staining the concrete of the walls the two of you had broken through.

" I'm not the weak little boy you used to beat up on the training ground anymore. Too bad my dear old daddy is dead. He spent a lot of time comparing me to you when I was young, Made me sick listening to it all." He says

"Yet you spent how many years by my side?" You laugh, ouch that hurts your stomach

"It wasn't voluntary." He dismisses

"You're a piece of shit, Naoya, I didn't know you were a liar though." You say "I know you didn't mind being around me when we were kids."

"You spend too much time mourning for the past." He says

You were right. That's all you need to know as you let more duplicates out. Naoya is nothing but a kid who views you as a rival. Perhaps that's all it ever was, maybe you were wrong for thinking he was a friend all those years ago. Oh well, it doesn't matter now.

None of it ever has.

You smile as your duplicate grabs Naoya from behind, pinning his arms against his back. Another grasps his legs and you get ready to finish him for good.

"No." Naoya orders, his technique doesn't work on the new duplicates since they weren't active when he slapped your arm earlier, "Stop it, now."

"Why should I? You're nothing to me. After all, you just said you didn't want to spend time with me. Why should I want to spend any more time around you after that confession?" You ask

"We have history. You don't want to let it go. You're sentimental." He says

He's trying to weasel his way out of this, he must be scared of death.

"You're right, I am sentimental. Just not for you." You say, "Getting rid of you means getting rid of everything I've hated for so many years."

A discarded knife sits on the ground. It's not a cursed tool, just a normal kitchen knife and it'll do just fine.

Naoya lets out a string of pleas and struggles against your two duplicates. He even calls your name for the first time in years. Not whore or bitch, or even woman. He's scared and he's calling to your humanity with your name.

Too bad for him though. he doesn't matter to you anymore.

You ignore his words and pour your cursed energy into your duplicates, strengthening them both tenfold.

"I'll see you in hell, Naoya." You sweetly say into his ear

There's a slick slicing sound and warm blood pours onto your hand and down your arm as you slowly slit his throat.

You release your technique and your duplicates are gone. Without them, he collapses and claws at the wound.

You watch as Naoya Zenin, your wonderful fiance, drowns in his own blood, clawing at his throat like an animal. His last words are a gurgle of unintelligible sounds. A smile is tugging at your lips as his hand reaches for your ankle, his blood smearing across your skin.

What a wonderful sight. You can taste the freedom already.

I didn't really spend too much time editing this one. If you saw a typo, no you didn't.

More to come! Comment to be tagged!

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partycatty · 8 months

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DUDE THE DARK JOHNNY FICS ARE KILLING ME you ate them up please write more pookie!! It can be any concept but if you can’t think of one I was thinking, Johnny went to go shoot a film and just wanted you sitting at home being pretty, until you decided to pack everything that was yours and leave like entirely(let’s say to a different state or smth) clothes,shoes,bags, everything gone and he goes bonkers trying to find you or whatever LOVE YOU POOKS😘😘😘😘

OOOOHHHHHHH LOVE U MORE POOKIE BEAR

dark star!johnny cage > i'll find you

you hit your limit with johnny and abandoned the life he trapped you in. to say he isn't happy is a major understatement.

warnings: yandere johnny boy, abusive relationship

notes: i love how collectively mentally ill we are, love you babes

part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 5* / part 6*

*parts are one-shots, this is not a consistent series.

masterlist <3

• things were going okay, so johnny thought. gifts were pouring in, the media seemed happy, and you were quiet. quiet was good to johnny. it meant you ran out of energy to protest. what he didn't realize, though, was that you were quiet to avoid raising suspicion.

• "i'm locking the doors, baby, so no parties for you," johnny would tease often about you running away or hosting parties while he was gone, but regardless he always remote locked the doors when you were left on your own. to him, you were like a puppy that was raring to leave at the crack of an open door. "they've got me filming a night scene and i told them i'd rather kill myself than film in a fake night studio, so we're gonna be out late. remember the rules?"

• johnny had rules with you, to make sure you stayed in line. you nodded and recited them. no leaving without permission, call before bed, and to not cover the security cameras. johnny nodded with approval, kissed your cheek, and was gone with a quick "good girl. love you."

• your smile faded away when the door shut. you instantly sprinted into the master bedroom, locking yourself in the joint bathroom. it was the only place without cameras.

• he had a habit of searching through your personal spaces and devices. however, one of the places he didn't check was your sink cabinet. he found feminine products gross. remember when i said he was immature? yeah. this was the best time to take advantage of that.

• behind the wall of pads and tampons was a large duffel bag cramped between the sink pipes. in it was all of your necessities and then some you purchased with his credit card. you'd sneak them into the bag using one of the designer purses he once gave you after cheating on you.

• after removing it from the cabinet, you set it atop the toilet and squeezed in one last shower. lord knows when the next one you'll have will be, or if hotel bathrooms are as luxurious as the mansion. perhaps it'd be the one thing you'd miss truly.

• when you get changed, you put on three layers of clothes and stuff the rest in the empty gaps in the bag. the expensive clothes and absurdly elegant jewelry stays behind. nobody needs that to be happy. freedom would make you happy.

•you had been periodically depositing money from johnny's account into your own secret checking account, one you opened without his approval. he needed to monitor your purchases, so he instead just gave you a credit card in his name. over the last year you'd move small quantities over until you had enough to run away and sustain yourself. sure, it was stealing. but is a multi-millionaire going to miss a few thousand?

• when you were sure everything was packed and ready, you squeezed yourself through the small window in the bathroom and took off as quickly as you could, careful to stay in the blind spots of the cameras you'd studied prior. you then climbed onto a long distance bus, showing the ticket you purchased weeks in advance, and you were off.

• it didn't feel real at first. you watched malibu fade from the bus window, glancing around at the ordinary people sitting alongside you. you were so disheveled and definitely not dolled up, people probably wouldn't recognize you. you purchased the first ticket available, one that was taking you to arkansas. hundreds of miles away, and loads of people to blend in with. nobody would think to find you there, since it had nothing awaiting you. you managed to stabilize yourself and recollect your plan you meticulously planned in your head while the hills rolled with you.

• after a couple hours of shooting, johnny sat in his little diva throne and opened his phone to his surveillance app. tapping through his home, panic set in when you didn't appear on a single camera. maybe you were in the bathroom, he thought. after waiting, you never emerged. the house was empty.

• one new voicemail.

• "hey-y-y," johnny's nervous, gritted laughter played through your phone. "i'm not seeing you on the cameras. call me."

• one new voicemail.

• "seriously, woman. where are you? this isn't funny."

• one new voicemail.

• "i'm coming home. you're making me leave work early. i'm gonna call the fucking cops. you think you're so smart? you've got two hours to come home, and if not, i'll find you, whether you like it or not."

• you snapped your phone in half, discarding it at the bus's front trash can.

• johnny arrives home, slamming doors open and turning every piece of furniture around. chairs fly across the room, your once neatly organized closet is torn to shreds. he finds your belongings short of his usual counting and puts it together. you ran away, you—

• johnny sinks to the ground, gripping his hair so tight he's nearly pulling chunks out. he's laughing so hard from mania that drool is rocketing from his mouth with the Textbook Crazy Eyes.

• he texts and texts, probably well over a couple hundred times. the messages remained undelivered, yet he kept barraging the deactivated number in hopes that the next message would come through. surely he couldn't get the police involved. "hey guys, my girlfriend ran away from me because i controlled her entire life!" yeah. that'd end in handcuffs.

• so instead, he lies. it's his specialty. he dials 911, and channels the mania into a false desperation. he sobs into the phone, claiming that you're extremely mentally unwell and must be returned to him ASAP.

• johnny spends the next week posting your face everywhere on social media. you and him become, yet again, the talk of the country, but for once it seems like a genuine concern. with the way he painted things, you were insane and in danger if you were away from him, and you needed him to protect you. johnny painted himself as the savior, making charity campaigns to raise money for search parties. his home is full of gifts in your honor.

• he'd drink and smoke, something he didn't usually do, just to relieve this insane stress. he felt like his other half became untethered, like his entire world was falling apart. as much as he controlled you, he really did love you in his own fucked up way. he needed you, more than you needed him. you were the one person that would agree with him no matter the situation. he loved how you made him feel.

• meanwhile, you're basking in the sun by the hotel pool as you browse nearby apartments. it felt foreign to make your own decisions, and you had zero concern over whether or not the place would be up to his par. it was up to you now, and you loved it.

• you just had to hope that johnny wouldn't find you himself. lord knows what he'd do to you.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader

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hi people !

I'm sure all of you are reading the same thing on every platform, watching videos, scrolling threads, and what not. You know why ?

Because we all are afraid. Especially women, by only a mere thought of what that girl had been through. And somewhere we all know that in coming times these are gonna be worse. I don't know what am i sounding like, right now. But i know this will never stop. Yesterday it was Nirbhaya, today it is Moumita, tomorrow there will be someone else. Because literally, a part of our society will never let these things come to an end. They will be there. They will do this again. There will be protests, again. There will be voices screaming for justice, again. Ultimately, either they will be punished for some years and then released to roam around free, or they will be sentenced to death which will take atleast half a decade which i don't think makes any sense to any victim who faced such brutality. So what's the point. I mean i don't know yaar, what kind of world we are living in. Literally, i have lost all hopes in any system. I mean just think of that girl once, did she ever think of this scenario that the place where she works will be the spot where she will face this ?? THIS ??? Her parents worked hard all their lives so that their girl can study and can pursue this noble profession. ALL FOR THIS DAY ??? I can not process the thought that on what principles and on what tracks these brutal people's minds run. Thanks to people like them that i will never be able to walk on the roads, or sit in a cafe alone, or ride in a bus, or even go to my work place without the thought of being killed and the thought that i can be in Moumita's or Nirbhaya's condition at any moment in my life. These thoughts will haunt each one of us for ever. Ladies and Gentlemen this is the freedom we got and I SAY WITH ALL DUE RESPECT TO THE JUDICIARY SYSTEM, FUCK THIS FREEDOM. FUCK THIS INDEPENDENCE. FUCK THESE LAWS.

#kolkatarapecase #justice for moumita

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bamsara · 2 years

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“It’s gonna rain. We won’t make it in time.” Thinking of the dudes getting caught in the rain 👀 (From twitch stream) :>

Sun x Reader | Wordcount: 1,150 | AO3 Version

CW for slight suggestive joke at the end.

Since their...seperation, from the pizzaplex, the Daycare Attendant has been a mixture of feelings towards the outside world.

They weren't alien to it, really. It's hard not to know about the outside world when the entire world's internet was inside your head and you had more memory, no matter how damaged it might be, bigger than what would constitute a human brain anyway. The Daycare Attendant is well aware of the outside world, customs and social rules, places and so on.

Expereinceing these things first hand, however, is a completley different matter entirely.

You have been out doing errands for hours longer than you should. The reason: you brought the Daycare Attendant along with you, and Sun is nothing but enthusiastic to interact with every single living being he saw, human or otherwise, which led to some really awkward conversations with humans surprised to see an animatronic act so openly, and the servant robots stare at their robot brethern that seemed to be walking around with much more freedom than they had yet.

"Sun, come on!" You're grabbing his wrist, pulling him away from the pet store window (he lets you, of course. You wouldn't be able to otherwise, but he still makes a pitiful noise as he's torn away from kittens and puppies) and steer him towards the bus stop. "It's the last run, we're going to miss it if we don't hurry!"

"Do you think it's good idea to take the bus again?" He asks. "Got quite a lot of stares on there, very rude! I don't think the bus is very nice."

You shoot him a look over your shoulder. "Wasn't that your idea? We took the bus because you don't like riding in the car."

"I still don't like the car."

"Then we take the bus!

"We've decided we don't like the bus either!"

Your hand has fallen from his wrist, but you don't worry about him fallen behind as you walk briskly; his legs were longer, took wide strides, and he's gotten into the habit of hooking fingers into the cease of your hoodie so he doesn't loose you.

You briefly joked before that it reminded you of how children hold guiding hands. Sun replied by saying it's more along the lines of keeping a dog on a leash.

Thunder rumbles a bit above you. The clouds are starting to close in. You didn't bring an umbrella, but at least you wore layers today. "Well, the bus is what's gonna keep us out of the rain. I don't feel like walking home all soaked."

"Aw, really?" Sun's voice is teasing. He doesn't appear bothered, or surprised by the sound of an incoming storm. He hasn't since that day on the balcony of your apartment. "I could act as an awning, if you like!"

To emphsize his point, he cranes over you, arms extended and faceplant pointed downwards with a playful style like it was him and him alone that could protect you from the rain soon to come. A few droplets land on your shoulder, one of his sunrays and drips back down to your nose. "Stop stalling!"

"Just a jest!" He laughs, and allows himself to be pulled along further down the street, narrowly avoiding a wide-eyed couple. "We both have hoodies! Shoes! Smiles! A little rain never hurt anyone!"

You scoff at him, walking at a pace thats just barely under a run. "And what are you going to do if the sky gets too cloudy that the sun can't be seen?"

Sun's chuckle sounds from behind you. "Then you are definatly not taking the bus, even if you catch it. Wouldn't allow it. Don't worry, you'll still have an escort home."

.....Of course. You glance at your phone, squinting at the time as a raindrop plops on the screen. "It's gonna rain. We're not gonna make it in time."

Sun hums. "I can see that."

Before you can process what he means, you're yanked back to a halt. He stopped allowing you to pull him, which means the momentum yanks you back the moment he stills, and you lift your head to question his stalling when Sun, smiling as ever, lifts a finger and points it to the street. You follow his gaze.

The bus-your bus, judging by the number printed on the side-is turning down the street, past the point where the bus stop would have been around the corner with windows full of people who were sitting dry and calmly out of the incoming downpour.

As if on cue, water droplets fall on your face, then more, until the space around you is in a steady, solid rainfall.

You visably deflate. "Great. We missed it."

Sun's hands are extended out, water running off his fingers and faceplate. "And it's not too cloudy too! What a delight!"

You deadpan. "Sunny..."

"Yes, yes...." A low chuckle, a metal hand coming around the back of your neck and pulling the hood of your jacket over your head, and around your shoulders so you're pressed against the animatronic's side. "Best we start walking very quickly, hmm? Don't want you catching cold."

"Too late." You whine, as annoynaly as you can make it. "Gonna get so sick I'm gonna be sneezing wads all week."

"Oh, sick? That means I can make you soup! I have a few new recipes I'd like to try."

"You don't need an excuse to make soup."

"No, but I do like to have an excuse to feed it to you."

You walk in pace with him, hands curled into your pockets and clothing pushed all the way up so no water slides down your clothes. Sun is the opposite. He doesn't even try to pull the hood up, not like it would have fit around his sunrays either, but walks rather chipper than what you'd expect a Daytime robot in the rain.

He's clearly enjoying the turn of events. Your lips press together in a thin line. Happy for him, it's nice to see him in a good mood. You're just a little bitter about being rained on it as well though. "If you wanted the same expereince, you could have just stood underneath the shower at home."

Sun laughs lightly. Finger tips dance on your arm, his grip pulling you closer. "I don't think this is quite the same as that! Unless, darling, you'd like to join me in there."

You whistle. "Walked into that one, didn't I?"

He nods, and steers you out of the way of a puddle. "Afraid so."

The walk is ten minutes, tops, to the apartment complex. But it's double that time because Sun likes to walk slow, and he makes it up for you later when you're peeling off all the soaked layers at the door and he's gathering something warm for you to replace it with.

#Solar Lunacy #Drabbles #writings #fnaf sb #sun x reader #self insert

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frazzledsoul · 7 months

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I think what the current nostalgic era of Gilmore Girls fandom misses when it romanticizes Dean building Rory a car (to the point where his fangirls ignore every other aspect of his controlling behavior and barely contained rage because he did this one thing) is that this gift, much like Logan giving Rory an expensive purse she didn't really want or need, is more about what the giver gets out of it than what the recipient does. Rory was never into cars or showed any real desire to have one. Unlike most teenagers in sleepy small towns, the youth of Stars Hollow don't really spend their time driving around aimlessly and walk to wherever they need to go. For everywhere else outside of Stars Hollow, Rory can get there easily by bus or by having Lorelai drive her. I don't think we ever saw her driving the car, she still seems to take the bus everywhere, and once it's gone nothing in her life changes. She was happy to have the gift because Dean put a lot of time into making it (just as she was happy to get the purse because Logan attached significance to the gift) but she didn't really cherish using it.

(The only teenager who is really, really attached to his car is Jess, who cherished the freedom and independence it offers him, grieves when it is taken away, and is willing to brave the wrath of everyone he's hurt to get it back. Dean and Rory don't yearn to escape at this point in the way that he does).

However, because Dean spent so much time on this gift, he has it to lord over Rory's head. It's another reason to demand every second of her time and attention and justification for his anger when he doesn't get it. It's another reason why Rory will eternally owe him her affection and why nothing she does will ever be good enough for him. Richard was right about the car all along: it was extremely inappropriate for Lorelai to allow Rory to accept it because of what Dean's going to expect in return.

What's significant about Logan giving the Birkin bag is that he picks up right away that Rory doesn't really notice the significance of the gift but isn't angry. Rory sits him down and tells him she loves him, but she doesn't want to put him in the position she was in and doesn't expect reciprocation if he's not ready for it. This doesn't save their relationship but it does seem to be a tiny step forward for her: she's through with the tit for tat routine she went through years earlier. So I guess she did learn something, after all? Don't tell the showrunner.

#meta #rory gilmore #logan huntzberger #anti dean forester #(for filtering purposes)#the greatest gifts the boys gave her were not tangible ones but that's another issue #gilmore girls

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read-marx-and-lenin · 16 days

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Not that one poster but I think the revolution will kill thousands of people because that's historically what has happened in every revolution. Even in Palestine you can see civilians and children being killed for daring to revolt, and the disabled also get left behind to die with no accessible medications or hospitals as they've all been bombed. I don't see a way it could work without this happening though so it ends up being a "Some of you may die but that's a price I'm willing to pay", which... Isn't that different from the other side who's also willing to let others die for their ideology.

Source: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.aljazeera.com/amp/news/2023/10/27/people-with-disabilities-not-spared-from-israels-war-machine-on-gaza-strip

I wasn't trying to argue that in a revolution, nobody would possibly die. I was trying to figure out why, in that person's mind, the two options seem to be "vote for Kamala" or "tens of millions of people die in a four year long revolutionary bloodbath".

Besides, as was already pointed out, people are already dying under capitalism and imperialism and colonialism. The people of Palestine did not fight back for no good reason, they fought back because they were dying at the hands of the Israeli occupation.

I don't think in the United States specifically we're going to suddenly have mass support for revolutionary socialism in the next four years, but for the same reasons, I don't think Trump is going to be able to magically install a fascist dictatorship by virtue of winning another term.

The conditions that provide opportunities for fascists also provide opportunities for socialists. We are in a minor economic downturn at the moment for sure. Prices are going up, wages are still stagnating, lots of people are having to stretch their budgets. But that's ordinary. We have people dying because they can't afford healthcare, and that's horrific, but it's also mundane. It will take an extraordinary economic crisis to push this country onto the brink, and yet such a crisis is inevitable due to the internal contradictions of capitalism.

The relative comfort and stability that the average US citizen experiences is by virtue of the massive poverty and instability that is inflicted on the average person elsewhere in the world. Capitalism and imperialism siphon wealth and labor from the third world and concentrate it in the first world, and any attempts by the masses in the third world to achieve prosperity and security will necessarily disrupt this process. These tensions will inevitably lead to economic collapse within the US and other first world imperialist nations, and this will happen sooner rather than later. Not four years soon, but I would not be surprised if it happened within the next fifty years.

We are not living in a time of peace that a bunch of insane radical leftists are threatening to upend for the sake of ideological purity. We are living in a time where the contradictions of capitalism are once again coming to a head. We are on the brink of another world war. The victory of capitalist counter-revolutionaries in the last century came at the cost of "tens of millions" of lives. Tolerating the imperialist warmongering of US politicians is inexcusable if we are supposed to care about people's lives.

When Kamala Harris brags about the United States having "the most lethal army in the world", she means it. She is more than willing to sacrifice millions of lives on the altar of US hegemony and US control over other nations. The bourgeoisie know full well what is coming and they are already preparing for it. The best time for us to organize was yesterday, and the second best time is today. The Democrats are the enemies of peace and freedom just as much as the Republicans are, and we should not waste our time acting like the former aren't just as eager and willing to throw the rest of us under the bus as the latter are.

#communism #socialism #leftism #anti capitalism #anti imperialism #us politics #2024 election #anon ask

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five-rivers · 1 year

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Gambler's Fallacy

AO3

Izuku’s expected path down, face-first into the concrete, halted. He floated, staring at the retreating sidewalk, uncomprehending.

“Sorry!” said an unfamiliar voice. “I hope you don’t mind, I used my quirk on you! Falling would be bad luck, wouldn’t it?”

“Um,” said Izuku, not sure how to explain that was the point to this very pretty girl with this super cool quirk, oh, no, why was she even talking to him?

She tapped her fingers together, and her quirk let him go. “Good luck on the exam!” she said, walking away.

“Uh-um, y-yeah,” said Izuku.

Crap. Did that interaction count as good luck or bad? Obviously, Kacchan literally running into him on the way in was bad luck, and tripping was bad luck, but a cute girl rescuing him? And then Izuku completely humiliating himself by not being able to say thank you? If only his quirk took other people’s actions into account more, maybe he’d be able to tell. Especially when he was trying to save up his bad luck by pulling on the negative side of his quirk.

Speaking of which, he had an entrance exam to get to, and this would be the biggest test of his quirk since the day with the sludge villain. That day had been awful. He’d burned through his ‘stored’ luck and then some when All Might rescued him, bit his tongue so hard he wasn’t able to ask the man any questions, and then on the way home, he’d run into the sludge villain again, but this time, it was attacking Kacchan, and he’d had to tip his quirk balance even further into ‘debt’ for the luck to stab the villain in the eye with his pencil. When he finally got the chance to go home after that, when the heroes (except for All Might) were debating whether to berate him for quirk use, or interrogate him over his ‘clearly fake’ quirk, only constant vigilance kept him from being run over by a car or kidnapped.

(Luck only took you so far. Skill and hard work closed the gap.)

But he was far more prepared today! The last time he’d spent a significant amount of luck all at once was when he met Mr. Yagi, who’d been organizing a community volunteer event to clean up Dagobah beach. Izuku had… needed a pick-me-up after his quirk registration had been audited again. He was glad he did. Mr. Yagi was the sort of guy who was so uncool he sort of rolled over into being cool again, and he worked at Might Tower. Izuku really liked Mr. Yagi. Even if he did sometimes look at Izuku as if he were debating saying something life-altering.

Point being, he had a bunch of luck saved up, and he’d keep saving it all the way until he was taking the exam, leaning on his quirk just enough to make himself moderately unlucky until then.

It worked pretty well, in his opinion. The random seating for the written exam and for the practical orientation both put him next to Kacchan, he somehow grabbed the attention of someone confident uptight enough to scold him for muttering in front of a whole auditorium of people, he kept getting hit by doors, the robot bus driver somehow decided to register him as a bush, instead of a human, he tripped getting off the bus, the uptight guy scolded him again, and then–

“Start!” screamed Present Mic, from the announcer’s box.

Izuku didn’t have to be told twice.

Izuku didn’t actually mind having bad luck.

Not usually. Not as long as it was only a little bad luck. After all, what you did with your luck was what dictated your fate. Plus, most small unlucky events, like spills, tears, and lost items, could be countered with only a little forethought. Izuku had two of everything that was really important, and carried a mini sewing and stain removal kit with him almost all the time!

But… good luck was freedom. Good luck made him feel as if he was invincible, as if he was flying, a thousand miles up and only getting higher. Good luck was amazing.

Good luck was an almost ideal weapon in his hand the minute he stepped into the fake city, a piece of pipe that was just the right length, the right height, the right width for him to hold onto easily.

Good luck was catching sight of other students hitting the weak points of robots so clearly he knew he would be able to target them as well.

Good luck was partially-destroyed but still functional robots practically offering themselves up to him for points.

Good luck was being able to dodge every attack and stray friendly fire without even trying.

Good luck was spotting when people were in trouble before they even knew it, and pulling them out of the way.

Good luck was seeing that nice girl trapped under rubble, and throwing his pipe, spear-like, at the zero-pointer and having it hit something so vital that its progress ground to a stop.

Good luck was… rapidly running out. Actually, he’d burned through his saved buffer of bad luck a while ago.

Oops.

He didn’t even see the bit of rubble that fell on his head.

He didn’t see anything until hours later when Recovery Girl woke him up in the infirmary.

He didn’t even get to talk to the nice girl again.

But… he thought he’d done well. He could only hope he’d done well enough.

He had!

Izuku checked to make sure he wasn’t leaning on the negative side of his quirk too hard. A quirk assessment? A physical quirk assessment? On the first day? One with expulsion as a possible consequence?

He was going to die.

It wasn’t like he’d neglected physical training. Mr. Yagi had even given him some suggestions for it! (It turned out that before he’d been a secretary, he’d been a personal trainer… who knew?) But, naturally, he’d focused on his quirk, and his quirk was anything but physical. In a class with Kacchan and people with enhancement-type quirks…

Kacchan promptly underlined the point by blasting a baseball hundreds of meters away in the ball toss while shouting “DIE!” at the top of his lungs.

He was really going to die.

Unless… unless everyone else lost.

He raised his hand. “Mr. Aizawa, do you mean we can do anything to make our scores better in comparison with our classmates?”

“As long as you don’t injure anyone, yes.”

Well. He’d learned long ago that good luck for him sometimes meant bad luck for other people. He… really didn’t want to be expelled. But could he do that to his new classmates? Could he sabotage them like that?

The answer was, no, he couldn’t. But he could, apparently, get one of UA’s observation drones to go haywire, catching his baseball at the top of its arc and then zooming off to who-knew-where over a kilometer away at high speed.

He could also promptly get plowed into by another drone, which had suffered from the same AI malfunction as the first, and have to go to Recovery Girl for the resultant broken arm.

Sometimes, Izuku wondered if his quirk had a mind of its own, and, if so, what was up with its sense of humor.

No one was expelled.

Izuku stared at the numbered ball in his hand. He’d decided to take it easy in the luck department today, not leaning on it either way, but, really, this was far too much, just to make things even.

Next to him, stood Uraraka, who he might finally have a real conversation with. Across from him, stood Kacchan, who was definitely going to take this opportunity to beat the crap out of him.

Thank goodness nothing big was riding on this Battle Trial. Even if All Might kept looking at him like he was going to say something life-altering.

Actually… Was All Might related to Mr. Yagi? No, that was silly. Just because two people worked in the same place and had similar mannerisms, and the same color of hair, and the same color of eyes, and the same smile, and similar heights, didn’t mean… um… Hm.

That was a thought for later.

For now…

“My quirk is called Gambler’s Fallacy,” said Izuku. “It lets me manipulate my luck. I can store up bad things that happen to me, and then use them to make me lucky later, or, if I don’t have any luck stored, I can make myself lucky now, but I have to pay for it later. I can also make myself unlucky on purpose, and store up the bad things that happen because of that. But I don’t have anything stored up right now, since I spent it all yesterday, during the quirk assessment.”

“Wow,” said Uraraka, “that sounds really complicated. So, you could just… make us win?”

“Not exactly. If winning or losing was based entirely on chance, then, yes, but it isn’t. This is mostly skill and ability.”

“Mm,” said Uraraka. “So we’ll just have to be more skilled! Anyway, even if you can’t make us win, we’ll know that we didn’t lose just because of dumb luck, right?”

Izuku nodded. “You’re right! I, um, I do have a plan.”

“Let’s hear it!”

Izuku’s quirk apparently thought winning was worth breaking an arm (again). Maybe if he factored in Recovery Girl’s quirk, he could understand that.

But it still hurt.

(And Kacchan was still angry. Izuku wished he’d stop blaming all of his bad luck on him. Even if it was Izuku, this time.)

Getting trampled twice in one day, first by reporters, then by people running away from reporters, was definitely bad luck.

“I tend to say whatever is on my mind,” said Asui– No. Tsu. She said to call her Tsu.

“Okay?” said Izuku.

“Your quirk is very hard to understand.”

“Ah, yeah,” said Izuku, rubbing the back of his neck. “It is. I’m really glad quirks grow with you. If I was able to push my luck then as much as I can now, I probably would have died.” As it was, he'd gotten into a few bad situations over the years. Once, while operating with neutral luck, he'd won a contest that was apparently more chance-based than advertised, and the results had been… interesting.

('Interesting' being code for terrifying.)

“Hah!” scoffed Kacchan. “There’s nothing hard to understand about it! He just sabotages everyone around him!”

“Like you’re any better,” said Kaminari, as Izuku slouched down in his seat, trying to disappear. “If you don’t tone things down, all of us will be deaf by the time we graduate!”

“I could make you some earplugs, if you think that would help,” offered Yaoyorozu.

As it turned out, being attacked by a whole league of villains during the first field trip of the school year was so absolutely, unmitigatedly bad that it topped off Izuku’s ‘gauge.’ The last time that had happened, he’d been in elementary school.

It meant that he danced around the first attacks with ease, and when he did fall through a portal, it deposited him right outside a very clearly labeled maintenance door. It was locked, but Izuku’s costume didn’t include a utility belt just for aesthetics. He pulled a set of ‘universal’ keys out of one of the pouches, jammed the first one he grabbed into the lock, and grinned as he heard all the tumblers click home.

Random chance was his friend today.

He ran up, into a sort of control room. Several of the screens were blinking, warning that the system had lost connection to the main campus. He cleared the warnings and swept his eyes over the controls. There was a set of headphones on one of the monitors, and he put them on. They’d been sized for someone bigger than him, but that was fine. There were sounds coming through them, so… There. He could switch freely between hidden microphones in a number of places, apparently.

More importantly, at the moment, he could control vital aspects of a number of the simulations. He got to work, draining the shipwreck zone, strategically flaring the fires in the conflagration zone, activating a landslide in the landslide zone, ‘rebuilding’ collapsed houses in the typhoon zone… Anything he could think of, to damage the chances of villains and let his classmates escape.

Then, his elbow hit the microphone button, switching what the headphone channel to the central plaza just in time to hear ‘Shigaraki Tomura’ order ‘Nomu’ to kill Mr. Aizawa.

All Might burst through the doors before Izuku could even begin to come up with a plan to escape the frankly horrifying Nomu, and never before had Izuku been so relieved to feel his luck drain away and equalize.

All Might was here - and that was apparently equal to the villains in the eyes of his quirk. They’d be safe, now. They were saved.

Izuku almost cried.

Then he really did cry as Nomu and the portal villain actually proved to be a challenge. If Nomu could hold All Might still, and the portal villain could portal one of All Might’s limbs to Shigaraki Tomura… Or even if the portal villain could close a portal with something in transit…

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, All Might punched Nomu through the roof of the USJ.

Izuku tracked Nomu’s meteoric rise with a sense of wonder. His quirk was great and all, but he’d never, ever be able to do anything like that.

The rest of the teachers piled through the hole All Might had made in the side of the USJ, and the portal villain swept himself and Shigaraki Tomura away. Izuku, finally, let himself relax, loosening his grip on his quirk.

He… didn't think that anyone had died. That was as lucky as they could possibly expect to be.

The problem with the sports festival was that the positive Izuku’s quirk was only effective for short periods of time.

Could he constantly maintain a low level of good luck, like he could with the bad? Technically, yes. He’d been tempted to do just that more than once. But if he ever lost grip on his quirk while he was carrying around a big luck debt… Well. It was better to be owed luck than to owe it. When not being actively managed, his quirk tended to just equalize.

Could he save up and then slowly spend his good luck? Again, technically, yes, but… and this was something Izuku was embarrassed to admit…

He was bad at spending good luck slowly. In fact, not only did he usually push his good luck to happen faster than it usually would, when he was using that side of his quirk, he tended to overshoot. By a lot. Hence incidents like at the end of the entrance practical.

(He was glad he hadn’t overdrawn his luck at the USJ. He’d probably have had Nomu fall on him or something.)

If he wanted to do well in the sports festival, he couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t do him any good to win, say, a relay race, like they’d done for the second event a couple years ago, and then step on his shoelace and concuss himself before he could do anything for the next event.

So. He had to figure out how to either regulate his quirk use better, or how to pass at least one event without using it. Preferably both.

Izuku kept his quirk in neutral until the minefield. Who decided that a minefield was a good idea for a school sports festival? Well… Plus Ultra, he supposed.

He had an idea.

He had an idea he needed to be lucky for. But he'd only have to be lucky for a minute. Maybe even less.

He put his scrap metal shield aside, and started stacking mines. When he figured he had enough, and had them in more or less the right shape, he picked up his scrap metal and, using it to shield himself, jumped on the mines.

He went soaring. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying. It was working.

Kacchan and Todoroki were in sight. He was gaining on them. He was–

Getting hit by a bird.

He tumbled sideways, away from Todoroki and Kacchan. Barely, he managed to get the shield under him again, before he hit the ground and another mine went off, sending him shooting in the other direction. He landed back in the path Todoroki and Kacchan had cleared, which was weird if his luck had run out…

It hadn’t run out.

Then where had the bird…? Why…?

It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he wasn’t going to try that again, but he need to get a move on if he wanted to finish this race. He wrenched his quirk back to neutral, and started running.

He came in third, and collapsed in the waiting area. Yeah. Running. Being exploded. Still hard.

It took a while for everyone else to cross the finish line. A while during which Izuku wondered why he’d been hit by that bird. Maybe Kouda…? No, he was nowhere nearby, and he usually didn’t make his helpers commit suicide runs which… that probably was, unfortunately. Was his quirk just broken? He didn’t like the thought of that. His quirk screwed him over in a lot of ways, but it had never backstabbed him or failed to work.

But as soon as Midnight announced the results…

Yeah.

His quirk wasn’t broken.

(He’d have to burn some incense for that poor bird, though. Yikes.)

He, in third place, had a headband worth two hundred points for the next event. Kacchan had one worth two hundred and five.

Todoroki’s was worth ten million.

Izuku’s calvary team was made up of Uraraka, Tokoyami, and Hatsume, an unfamiliar girl from the support course. Hatsume was the rider. Izuku didn’t have any offensive quirk that being rider would let him leverage, Uraraka didn’t want to be in a position where she would have to use her quirk on herself, and Tokoyami and Dark Shadow were strong together. Hatsume, meanwhile, had all sorts of unbelievable gadgets that she could operate from the rider position.

Between her and Tokoyami, their ability to collect headbands shouldn’t be bad. While everyone else went after Todoroki and Kacchan, they should be able to snag smaller point values. Once they got a comfortable number, they could use Hatsume’s jetpacks and hide out in the air until the clocks ran down.

“I’m impressed,” she said, after Izuku finished explaining the plan.

“It’s nothing fancy.”

“Not that, third place. I’m impressed you’re letting someone else take the spotlight.”

“Well,” said Izuku, “I’m… probably not going to be a spotlight hero, honestly. My quirk isn’t all that fancy.”

“Hm. Maybe. I feel like we’ll be surprised.”

And maybe she was right.

The more chaos inherent in a system, the more Izuku’s quirk could do. The cavalry battle had a lot of chaos.

So, when Izuku flared his quirk to give them just that little edge, trying to keep their points out of Iida’s hands–

Rin’s team and Kamakiri’s team slipped and fell as Honenuki overshot his quirk use, becoming immediately disqualified. Monoma brushed against Todoroki… while he already was holding Kacchan’s quirk. The explosion wasn’t the biggest Izuku had ever seen, but it wasn’t small. Kaminari, startled, shocked Iida, who stumbled, and almost capsized their whole team, letting Kacchan almost grab the ten million point headband, except that Todoroki suddenly caught on fire.

Izuku shut his quirk off. He’d used more luck than he intended, but he still has some for later, and for now…

“Take us up, Hatsume!”

“Thought you’d never ask, third place!”

When they landed, they hadn’t finished in first place, but they were far from dropping out, which was a true relief.

The third event was single combat, which, hm. Yeah. His odds weren’t good on this. He was planning on losing a lot of the recreational games between the second and third rounds, but the stakes of those were low, so he wouldn’t get a lot of luck from them. In a bare concrete ring, one on one, skill against skill, with almost no outside variables… It was possible for his quirk to make someone trip over their own feet, or get weird muscle spasms, but under these circumstances, it would be expensive.

Well, there was a little interlude even before that, so he was going to go freshen up…

Neither Izuku nor his quirk could decide what kind of luck overhearing all that counted as. First Todoroki trying to have some kind of rivalry heart-to-heart with Kacchan, where he heavily implied he was the result of a eugenics project, and then whatever that was with his father. Should he report this? Who would he even report this to? Who would believe him?

He was kind of freaking out.

And Todoroki’s quirk.

“I thought I was the only one who had self sabotage as part of my quirk,” he whispered.

Actually, he was pretty angry about that. Edging into fury, really. It wasn’t like Todoroki was the only one who’d been dealt a bad hand when it came to fathers, but Izuku wasn’t refusing to use his quirk over it, even though his father’s permanent departure had been the inciting incident for his quirk’s first activation.

(His father abandoning them had, actually, given Izuku a small reserve of good luck that took several days to naturally deplete. It was something Izuku was perversely grateful for, knowing what his quirk might have done to him otherwise.)

But what could he do?

Except, maybe… He’d used his fire instinctively, in the cavalry battle. Maybe if someone could pressure him…

Could Izuku do that?

No. Probably not. Not without a lot of luck.

… this was going to be painful later.

Of course, he couldn’t beat sense into Todoroki unless he actually made it to the second round of battles. Making it to the second round of battles seemed… unlikely, at the moment. His quirk couldn’t protect him from his own stupid decisions, after all.

He was walking towards the edge of the ring, not in control of his body, barely in control of his quirk, which he had turned on as much as he could.

He tripped. Over his own feet, as it so happened.

Before Shinsou could react, he was back on his feet and attacking. Shinsou’s story sounded… sad. Lonely. But Izuku had lived the same life! He’d been called bad luck and a vampire ever since he’d first fully explained his quirk! He wanted to commiserate! To comfort! To empathize!

But, right now, it was time to fight, and he threw Shinsou out of the ring.

Unfortunately, getting out of Shinsou’s grip had come at the cost of his remaining luck. That meant that if he used any for the fight with Todoroki - a fight he was almost certain to lose anyway - he’d be paying for it later.

But could he really leave this alone? Being a hero was risky. Being a hero while using only half your quirk was worse.

The match started, and Izuku jumped. He was lucky, of course. Todoroki had pretty good control of his ice, but there were, naturally, random peaks and valleys in the less-controlled parts, and Izuku happened to fall into a valley. He also managed to break off an ice spike on the way down.

Lacking other weapons, he threw it at Todoroki.

“You know,” said Izuku, managing to hide from ice behind yet more ice, and acquiring a few more projectiles while he was at it, “if you used your fire to melt these, you wouldn’t have to dodge!”

This actually stopped Todoroki dead in his tracks. “You–”

“I overheard your conversation with Kacchan!” Izuku dodged again. “Do you really think you can be a hero using only half a quirk? When all the rest of us are trying our–”

He was forced to dodge again. This went on for some time. Izuku, barely manage to dodge, Todoroki whipping another, more fragile, glacier at him, Izuku throwing ice and words he barely heard himself back at him.

Izuku, though… He was wearing down. The temperature was getting to him, and Todoroki had winged him a few times.

“I won’t do it!” declared Todoroki through gritted teeth. “I won’t use his quirk! I’ll show him–”

“It’s not his! It’s yours! Use your quirk, Todoroki! Show me your power!”

Through the ice, Izuku saw orange flare from the tips of Todoroki’s fingers.

The thought crossed Izuku’s mind that suddenly heating up this much cold air might not go very well. For the very first time in his life, Izuku’s survival instinct decided to do its job and he threw himself out of the ring just in time for Cementoss to raise the blast walls to contain Todoroki’s explosion.

“Uh,” said Midnight a minute later. “Todoroki, wins?”

Izuku was just as surprised as she was that he hadn’t been turned into a fine paste. Of course, that could still happen. He had a massive bout of bad luck coming up.

Still. Lying here next to two Pro Heroes, he was probably safe.

Izuku tripped going down the stairs leaving the ring.

“How do you break so many bones going down stairs?” asked Recovery Girl, incredulously.

Izuku grunted. Broken bones could be healed. So could frostbite.

But, for him at least, the sports festival was over. He just had to hope he’d made a good impression.

(Todoroki joined him in the infirmary an hour later.

“Bakugou is extremely violent,” he said, by way of explanation.

“Yeah, he’s kind of… Yeah.”

“You’re still friends.”

“Uh,” said Izuku. “Maybe?”

“What’s your phone number?”

Somehow, Izuku wound up adding Todoroki to the class group chat.)

“Who sent your recommendation?” asked Uraraka, over lunch.

“Native!” said Izuku, vibrating with excitement. His quirk was kind of boring, visually, and hard to understand, so he hadn’t expected to get any offers at all!

“Native?” asked Uraraka, her face dropping. “Isn’t he kind of, um. His whole image is a bit…”

“Appropriative?” filled in Iida.

“That’s a misconception,” said Izuku. “He actually is native. His father is Japanese, obviously, but he’s Ainu, and his mother is from an indigenous North American tribe. They met at some kind of conference for displaced indigenous peoples, I think? The documentary was really interesting, but it’s been a while… I think there was later some kind of controversy with his mother, but I don’t really understand American politics…”

“Oh!” said Uraraka. “I didn’t know that! I guess I should try to research, before just assuming things.”

“It’s… It’s a common misconception,” said Izuku, waving his hands. “A company he’d investigated for illegal quirk experimentation ran a really nasty smear campaign against him, and, uh, his public persona isn’t really great.” Which was the polite way to say that he got irritated at reporters (and everyone else) really easily. “The important thing is, you know now.”

“Mhm! I guess so! That’s a really good way to put it.” She leaned forward. “I really like your hero name! It’s super cute!”

“Thanks!” said Izuku, brightly. “I’ve wanted to use it since I was a little kid!”

The ride to Hosu was painfully awkward. Mainly because every attempt Izuku made to try and start a conversation with Iida fell flatter than a pancake.

Not that he blamed Iida! He probably had a lot on his mind, after all.

“He-hello, sir!” said Izuku, bowing deeply to Native, who had been leaning up against the front desk of his agency, talking to the secretary. “I’m Clover! Y-your intern! Please take care of me!”

“Hey, hey,” said Native, “there’s really no reason to be like that, it’s irritating. You need to loosen up a little, kid.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Native sighed. “Okay, anyway, you good here, Satsumi?”

“Yes, I think I have all the information,” said the secretary.

“Great. So, I guess I can give you the tour and the intern talk.”

Native’s agency wasn’t anything fancy. A lot of things in it were worn out. Old. But, then, after the smear campaign, it was probably hard for him to get sponsorships.

“So, Clover,” said Native, after he had given him a rundown of the temporary dorms and the main common areas, “why did you decide to intern with me?”

“W-well,” said Izuku, “for a couple reasons. The first is that you’re the only one who requested me, specifically, as opposed to agencies that just have general agreements with UA, so I figured there was probably a reason for that.”

“Uh huh,” said Native, sounding unimpressed, “what else?”

“Well, you also have a strictly mental quirk. Not a lot of heroes have that, not the ones on UA’s open internship list. Ragdoll and Mandalay from the Wild Wild Pussycats are the only other ones, and… I’d be worried about being a liability in a rescue situation.”

“Anything else?”

“I don’t think so? Of course, your record was–”

“Nothing else that might have been in the news?”

“Um. No?”

Native nodded. “I’m surprised anyone took me up on my offer this year, honestly.”

“Be-because of the smear campaign? I, um, I never believed it. I remembered your interview when you talked about your parents, so…”

“Ah. Okay. That makes sense. Sorry. Just had to make sure you weren’t one of those weirdos who try to congratulate me for ‘sticking it’ to an already oppressed group.” He sighed. “You’d think we’d have solved at least some of these problems, since we got superpowers, but no, we just came up with even more ways to be awful.”

“O-oh,” said Izuku. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” said Native, waving off the apology. “So. Tell me about your quirk.”

Native’s quirk, compared to Izuku’s, was simple. It affected his perception. Not his senses themselves, but the way his brain processed the data from those senses. His eyes and ears weren’t any sharper than a normal person’s, but what he could process about what he could see and hear was. And he could do it fast. He could glance at a full page of writing for a second, and know everything that was written on it.

It wasn’t terribly like Izuku’s quirk, and didn’t affect the outside world, like Izuku’s did, but like Izuku’s, the activation and management of the quirk were all in his head. Which meant that he could advise Izuku on how to better use it.

Unfortunately, Native seemed more interested in the stockpile aspect of his quirk.

“So,” said Native, “hypothetically, if something bad happened to you that had nothing to do with luck, would that count? Like, if someone decided to hit you.”

“Um, not really. Like, whenever someone throws a punch, there’s a small amount of chance involved in it hitting at all, but that’s, um, negligible, as far as I’ve been able to tell.”

“So you couldn’t bank luck by, say, purposefully getting assigned crappy paperwork?”

“Uh,” said Izuku, “no. Not unless the paperwork was randomly assigned and I was leaning on the negative side of my quirk to get it.”

“Okay. And, then, what if you traded the paperwork to someone else, afterwards?”

“I think I… I’m not sure? If I’d set the trade up before hand, probably, um, it’d just do whatever would get me the bad paperwork?”

“What if you needed the bad paperwork for some reason?”

“Then I’d have to use good luck, otherwise I wouldn’t get it.”

“What if you needed something bad to happen to you for some reason? Like, you wanted to break your arm or get sick to get out of a school assignment?”

“Oh, I actually tried… something like that a few times.” Not to avoid school work, but to avoid bullies. “It only worked once, and I really regretted it.”

“Got really sick, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Izuku.

“Okay,” said Native. “I’ve got to go out on patrol soon, but I’ve asked Satsumi to give you the basic operational rundown. Pro-tip? It’s always the secretaries who are really running the show.”

“I-I’ll remember that, sir!”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, enjoy the break, because I already have some training ideas for tomorrow.”

“So,” said Native as Izuku ran through his costume checklist. “The thing is, even though our quirks are pretty different, there are still some similarities in– Hey, are you paying attention?”

“Yes, s-sir!”

“Uh huh. There are some similarities in how we have to fight because of them. Both of us have to rely heavily on the environment and respond to changes in it quickly. Me, because that’s the only advantage I have, you, because even if your quirk gives you the best opening possible, you still have to move to take advantage of it. So.” He gestured at the crowded room, packed full of various random items. “That’s what we’re doing. Simulating a changeable environment for you to keep track of. You ready?”

“Yes!”

“I’m going to take you out on patrol today,” said Native.

“R-really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t going to. There’s a limited amount you can learn from sparring and helping Satsumi with the paperwork - The paperwork is really important, though. If you screw it up enough, it can break you. Mainly because of insurance problems. You don’t want insurance problems. Or Hero Commission problems. If they decide they don’t like you, they’ll jump on anything they can to get rid of you.”

Izuku made note of this important fact.

“Anyway, unless I give you permission, or you’re directly attacked, you are not to engage any villains or criminals, got it? And if I tell you to run, you run.”

“I-I’ve got it!”

“Cool. So. Ready to make your debut, Clover?”

“Yes!”

“Great. Oh, and bring those marbles. They worked well for you in yesterday’s session.”

The first few hours of patrol went more or less the way Izuku expected it to. There wasn’t a whole lot of crime in Hosu at this time of day. Native caught an older teenager trying to break into a car, and gave him a warning for a first offense, they were called to a four-year-old’s somewhat awkward and chaotic quirk awakening - which Izuku helped with! - and a welfare check for an older couple who had missed a book club meeting (they were fine, they had just gotten the date wrong). Otherwise, it was just walking around Hosu, including some really sketchy alleyways, Native pointing out things to keep an eye on and how to spot trouble in specific places.

But, then… things exploded.

It wasn’t like Izuku was unused to explosions. He’d gone to school with Kacchan. But this explosion was bigger, and had a different character than Danny was used to. It was also, thankfully, further away.

Still, the middle of a city like this was not a good place for an explosion. He started forward, towards the source of the sound, but Native caught his arm.

“Never,” he said, pulling out his phone (a HeroGrade 32! They weren’t available to the public, yet!), “never run blind into a situation when you can gather info first.”

“But–”

“There are other heroes with closer routes,” said Native. “We can be more useful if we know what’s going on first. Crap. Looks like a mass villain attack.” He flipped his phone to face Izuku. A HeroNet video was playing on it.

He caught sight of exposed brain matter and gasped. “Nomu?”

“You know one of these guys?”

“No,” said Izuku, “but they look just like one of the villains that attacked the USJ! Maybe they’re relatives?”

“Any weaknesses?”

“No, they were really strong. All Might had trouble, even.”

“Crap. Hopefully, these guys don’t have the same kind of quirk. Come on, now that we know what we’re up against, the faster we get there, the better.” He started running. “I want you to work with on-site sidekicks clearing civilians from the area. You can use your quirk, but if your stockpile runs out, evacuate with the civilians. If you get cornered, I give you permission to fight, but only if you get cornered. Otherwise, run, got it?”

“Ye-yes!” said Izuku. It was easier for him to keep up with Native than he’d thought it would be, but he didn’t quite have the lung capacity to respond with full sentences.

They turned into an alley and–

Native stopped dead, scanning the area.

“Uh, Native?” said Izuku. “Is–?”

Native pulled him to one side as something fell on them from above. No. Not something. Someone. Someone– Vest, bandaged arms, scarf, swords–

Native, naturally, processed the information much faster than Izuku.

“Stain!”

Oh.

Izuku pulled on his quirk instinctively and reached for his belt, grabbing the first thing that came to hand and throwing it at Stain. The handful of marbles hit the side of Stain’s beaten katana and knocked it aside enough for Native to dodge.

But Stain had another knife, and it flicked against Native’s stomach, cutting through his suit and drawing blood. The wound looked shallow, though, so–

Stain licked his knife, and Native stiffened mid-step and started to fall. Izuku caught him, then pulled him back, out of Stain’s immediate reach.

“I-I can’t move!” said Native, sounding shocked.

“A… sidekick?” said Stain.

“He’s just-” Native’s breath caught. “He’s a student. An intern. I’ve only known him for a day. Don’t–”

“A day is more than long enough for the rot to creep in. Well, boy, do you stand by this fake, or will you give up his lies?”

“Clover, run!”

“I-” said Izuku, “I won’t leave you!” He also wasn’t sure if he’d make it, even if he did run. Stain was good, as shown by how he’d still managed to stab Native, even though Izuku was using his quirk, and with the way the alley was constructed, they were standing in a corner, the direct path to the street blocked and blinded by buildings.

“Then you, too, will be culled.”

Izuku jumped back from the lunge, unfortunately sacrificing his phone to deflect the blade. Hopefully, the text he’d been making behind his back had gone through… he might not be connected to HeroNet, but he did have a network, and he knew at least two of them were in this city.

He hoped this worked.

Then, faster than could be believed, it did. Iida came racing around the corner and–

–apparently didn’t notice Izuku and Native fighting for their lives at all, but Izuku was willing to give him a pass, because he was a) there, b) clearly really upset by what happened to his brother, and c) took Stain’s attention off of him and Native. Whatever. But he also narrowly missed getting decapitated, and only avoided getting paralyzed by Stain because Izuku had picked up Iida’s helmet and beaned Stain over the back of the head with it.

“What are you doing here?” demanded Iida.

This was such a ridiculous question that Izuku didn’t answer it. He was getting attacked by a serial killer. That should’ve been obvious.

“Take Native and leave, this is my business.”

“You take Native and leave!”

Iida could maintain a viable escape speed while carrying Native, unlike Izuku, and then Izuku could also run, no longer having to worry about whether or not he was leaving someone to their death. Unfortunately, Stain did not wait for Izuku to explain this to Iida.

What followed could have been a slapstick comedy. Stain lunged, but put his foot down on a marble, which let Izuku and Iida dodge. He recovered quickly, however, and swiped at Iida, who he called a fake hero - this was technically correct, as neither Iida nor Izuku had their licenses yet - but the blade was deflected by Iida’s armor, and all the blow accomplished was to knock a piece of Iida’s armor loose.

(Izuku had to wonder if Iida’s costume manufacturer had skimped on the connective parts of his armor. Parts of a costume shouldn’t just come off like that, except for capes, for safety reasons.)

But loose metal junk was one of Izuku’s favorite weapons, and when the bracer landed in his hand, he didn’t waste time throwing it at Stain’s face. Then he pulled out his other favorite weapon. A telescoping baton.

He didn’t have it during the USJ, but after the sports festival… Yeah. He’d realized he needed something, and Mei had been all too happy to fulfill that need. Literally too happy. Powerloader had nixed most of her ideas and given Izuku a standard baton until he could work out potential bugs.

Anyway.

He alternated between throwing trash at Stain (the alley had a lot of trash) and trying to smack him with the baton. Iida, meanwhile, tried to kick his face off. The only reason they weren’t dead - or paralyzed like Native - was that Stain kept slipping on marbles and getting weapons stuck in the alley walls. They were not, in any way, winning.

Then Todoroki arrived like a divine spirit descending from heaven, and froze Stain solid.

Well. He didn’t freeze Stain immediately. There was quite a bit of back and forth, because it turned out that the dodging technique Izuku had lucked into during the sports festival was something Stain could do at will. And he tried to kill Todoroki too, a few times. And there was some stabbing involved, but with Todoroki there, they could freeze the blood, and Iida was only paralyzed for a little bit, and all the while everyone was yelling about their personal philosophies, and heroism, and All Might, and–

His point was, after Todoroki showed up, it felt like the fight went really fast.

But with Stain frozen, Izuku felt like he could relax just a little…

… and lose his grip on his quirk, which was very far in the red.

Claws closed around his torso, and he was swiftly lifted from the alley. Swiftly enough that his head cracked on the side of one of the buildings and he lost consciousness.

Later, he learned that the nomu (which was apparently a class of being and not a family or personal name) had carried him around, apparently confused, for fifteen minutes before a flight-capable hero named Gran Torino rescued him.

He was, naturally, brought to the hospital, and, equally naturally, was the most injured out of the four people in that alleyway (not counting Stain, who they had really beaten the crap out of, apparently).

He was relieved to hear that everyone had lived, and the nomu attack had only resulted in a few serious injuries, due to the strong hero presence in Hosu.

He was significantly less relieved to hear that the police were thinking about charging him with vigilantism.

“What the hell are you talking about?” asked Native, who had evidently overheard the police chief while taking a walk down the hallway. “Clover had my permission to fight, if he was cornered. Which he was. I don’t know about the other two, but legally speaking, my intern is in the clear.”

Izuku sighed in relief. He didn’t think he and his mother could afford to go to court.

“And kid?”

“Y-yes?”

“Stop using your quirk while you’re this beat up. I know it’s instinctive, but I don’t want you to wind up getting an air embolism or something stupid from the kickback.”

“Oh,” said Izuku. “Yes, sir.”

In preparation for the first term’s final exam, Izuku eased himself back into days where everything was just a little bit awful.

He tore a hole in his favorite sweater. He fell off a building during the Rescue Training Race. Mr. Yagi kept staring at him with that weird expression when he went to volunteer. He got every question he guessed on wrong on the mock exam. He let himself get fleeced by Uraraka in small-scale gambling games. He lost every round of rock-paper-scissors he played. His mother sneezed and accidentally cut off way too much of his hair while giving him a trim, and Monoma started calling him a sheared sheep. All Might kept staring at him with that weird expression during heroics lessons. He lost a lot of in-class fights for silly reasons, like the elastic in his pants giving way, or, in one case, random neutrino interaction with the program controlling a simulation.

It was good practice for when - not if, when - his quirk decided to screw him over in the middle of a real fight.

But, maybe, Izuku should have realized that decisions about the final would be made significantly in advance of the final actually happening, and he wouldn’t have kept his quirk going until the last minute.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have been paired with Kacchan. Maybe then, they wouldn’t be facing All Might himself.

Maybe then he wouldn’t be lying on the ground, bleeding, with Kacchan screaming at him to take his ‘stupid bad luck deku self’ and go away.

In the end, however, Kacchan was the one who stomped away. Izuku was left to slowly sit up, still feeling stunned. Part of him couldn’t believe Kacchan still held a grudge over childhood quirk slip ups, especially considering what he had done to Izuku with his quirk. Part of him… very much could.

Kacchan was a jerk.

Although… Izuku probably should have tried to come up with a plan more palatable than ‘run away.’ He’d known that Kacchan would never accept anything less than a perfect victory after the sports festival.

He shook his head, even though that made his ears ring, and pulled a coin out of one of his suit’s pouches. In theory, this should work. He had pretty good evidence of this usually working, for less vital things.

He flared his quirk and flipped the coin. Heads, he’d go with his original plan, and try to escape. Tails, he’d try to back up Kacchan.

Heads.

Well, then.

It turned out that Izuku’s quirk was pretty good for stealth, given a large enough playing field.

Izuku let go of his quirk as soon as he stepped through the gate, pleased to note that he still had some luck left. Intending to keep it that way, and not spend it trying not to get murdered by Kacchan, he decided to jog back to where the other groups were waiting.

Judging by the explosions behind him, this was a wise choice.

He didn’t go back to his usual low grade bad luck until he was home safe, with the knowledge that he would be going to the training camp, and Kacchan wouldn’t be.

Except it turned out the students who had failed were going on the trip after all. Yay.

Low grade bad luck was not supposed to include Shigaraki Tomura crashing a shopping trip, and yet.

At least the ridiculous threat to his life - how had Shigaraki even recognized him? He’d spent most of the time in the USJ in the maintenance room! - meant that he had a bit of extra luck to lean into, and he was hoping that Mr. Aizawa, or, heck, even All Might had decided this was a good day to shop, too.

But as the conversation wore on, it became obvious that his current quasi-kidnapped state was a direct result of his last kidnapping. Shigaraki wanted to know “What did you do to my nomu?” and “What did you do to Stain?” and, most importantly, “Why do people pay attention to Stain and not me?”

Which, in Izuku’s opinion, was a pretty petty thing for a supervillain to worry about, but this supervillain did have a dangerous quirk pointed at Izuku’s throat, so he wasn’t about to say that.

“W-well,” he said, instead, “Stain is… understandable. He has goals. And even if you don’t agree with his goals, they’re pretty clear. What he wants is… normal. And the source of his conviction– It’s All Might! It’s like that for a lot of people. Even if the way he’s going about fulfilling his goals isn’t something people can accept. You… I don’t think anyone understands what you want. What your, um, ideals are…”

“Ha,” said Shigaraki. “Ha.”

Izuku didn’t dare move. He didn’t dare swallow. Shigaraki’s middle finger was so close to his throat…

“I get it now,” he said, a horrible smile-like thing on his face. “It’s all so clear now. It all makes sense. It’s so obvious why the hero killer is so irritating. It’s all because of All Might.” He laughed again. “Right? Right. That’s the conclusion. Man. Of course it was All Might. It’s always him. The reason all these idiots can smile– It’s him! Him, smiling, as if there’s no one he can’t save!”

At this point, Izuku started to tune him out, because it was hard to pay attention to something as trivial as words when you’re actively being strangled.

And then, right when he was sure he was going to die one way or the other, Uraraka showed up.

“I think I hate that guy,” said Izuku to Uraraka, later.

“Yeah,” she said. “Me too.”

Well, the training camp was going well. And by well, Izuku meant he sure was training. A lot.

He was also, for some reason, catching a small ball-punching child who had been knocked off a wall by a pervert.

They really should come up with some method to stop Mineta before he took things too far… Some of his stunts were getting scary.

But that was a task for tomorrow! The task for today was listening to the story of a horrible family tragedy and then passing out.

But then it turned out that the task for tomorrow was more training, and then–

And then the Test of Courage was crashed by a bunch of villains.

The forest was filled with toxic gasses and fire, and there was a grade schooler somewhere on the mountain, but this was fine! Totally fine! Izuku had this handled! And there were actual adults, trained heroes, who were not paralyzed, here, so, really, this was more like the USJ than the fight with Stain!

… Shockingly, this observation didn’t make him feel better.

Finding Kouta did make him feel better.

Encountering Muscular seconds later didn’t.

Nor did discovering that the villains planned to kidnap Kacchan and Tokoyami. At least Kacchan was safe back with the other people who’d failed the test. Tokoyami, not so much.

He had mixed feelings about the results of throwing the nearest stick at Muscular. He’d prefer that he not be known as the hero who habitually put out people’s eyes, but if he complained about it, that would mean he survived to complain about it.

He took the opportunity to run.

Izuku would very much like to know why Kacchan was out here and not safely back in the buildings with Vlad King and Mr. Aizawa.

Why was Moonfish here? Didn't Shigaraki know the reason Moonfish got caught was because he tried to eat his accomplice?

There was a shape-shifter involved. This explained nothing.

Why didn't this guy become a stage magician or something?

Izuku managed to catch the right orb and break Kacchan free, but even the best luck in the world couldn't save you from stupidity. Stupidity in this case being Kacchan immediately shoving Izuku away and getting caught by the villains again.

So.

Kacchan got kidnapped.

The villains left.

A tree fell on Izuku.

He was, of course, sent to the hospital.

In the hospital, he wondered if Kacchan’s last words to him before he was hauled into that portal were right. If he was just bad luck. If he should just stay away.

If Kacchan's shove had kept *Izuku* from being taken.

They were on a rescue mission, and none of that mattered. They were going to Kamino Ward.

They were hiding behind a wall about a meter high. It had been much taller a second ago.

Izuku's quirk was screaming at him. It had never done that before.

They could hear All Might and the villain talking, and it was terrible, terrible what he'd done to Ragdoll, but… it filled in so many gaps. It explained the nomu. It explained Shigaraki’s hatred of All Might. It explained why this villain was so powerful.

But.

None of that mattered right now. What mattered was saving Kacchan.

They were soaring high above the battlefield, and Kirishima held out his hand - the chances were one in a million or less, but–

Kacchan was with them, and they were running.

They made it out, made it away, and Izuku kept a tight grip on his quirk, because he wouldn't, couldn't, let any bad luck happen now. Not when it could spill over onto that battle.

Then he saw the screen.

Izuku looked at All for One, standing in the ruins of Kamino Ward, standing above All Might, Mr. Yagi, who struggled to stand, to make one more attack, protect one more person, and he knew–

All for One was a person with a lifetime’s worth of good luck.

He was practically made of luck. From his quirk, which had to be the best quirk Izuku had ever heard of - the ability to take and give quirks? Really? That was a thing? - to having found the right quirks to live for centuries, to surviving that ‘last’ fight with All Might that he’d mentioned, to flying under the hero world’s radar for so long. He’d won the lottery of life.

If Izuku ever got luck like that, it’d kill him.

He slowed, stopping behind his classmates and–

And he turned.

And he ran.

He ran, and cranked his quirk up as high as it would go. Made himself as lucky as he possibly could. The luck, not having anywhere else to go, spilled out, touching everyone around him with its glow.

The small cluster of cancer cells in a man he passed spontaneously died.

A woman fumbled her phone and sent a text message that would one day radically change her life for the better.

Hospitals nearby recorded a practically unheard of rash of Lazarus Syndrome cases.

Rubble from the battlefield shifted just enough that a family of four were able to crawl out of the ruins of their living room.

Uraraka's father won the lottery- a fact he wouldn't notice for another week, too worried about his daughter to check his prize.

Damage in Iida Tensei's spine inexplicably reversed itself. It was only by a small amount, but even if he'd still never walk, he'd be able to move and feel his legs.

None of the attacks All for One launched hit his target. Not a single one.

Izuku was a shooting star. A brilliant light, burning into nothing. Izuku had never before accumulated so much debt on his quirk. One way or another, he knew he never would again.

He ran across fields of rubble that should have sent him sprawling. He dodged stray attacks from a combatant who might not even register his presence. He got closer and closer, impossibility unscathed, until he slid between Mr. Yagi and All for One just as Mr. Yagi was caught under the crushed walls of a building.

He bowed, the crown of his head touching broken concrete. "Please! Please don't kill him! I- I- Take my quirk, do anything you want to me, but please don't kill him."

"No! Young Midoriya! Get out of here!"

"And why should I take your quirk?" asked All for One, sounding amused.

"Because- Because my quirk is luck. I just got across this battlefield, unscathed. If you take my quirk, you'll never have to worry about- about the kinds of injuries you have again." That was a bit of a guess, but if he had to risk things on a guess, it would be now, with his quirk blazing inside him. "No one would get lucky enough to even touch you. Please. Take it."

Because All for One's quirk had to work one of two ways. Either it took a quirk as it had been when it first manifested, or it took it as it currently was.

Izuku's quirk had taken into account his prior luck when it first manifested, and he was building up a massive debt, now. His quirk was the perfect poison pill. He just needed All for One to take it.

"Well," said All for One. "I don't know about sparing All Might, but I could never refuse a quirk offered up so nicely."

Izuku felt All for One's hand on his head.

What followed was agony, and after that, an aching, hollowness, and the sound of someone crying.

Was… was Mr. Yagi crying over him? That was silly. He wasn't dead, and his plan was going great.

"Now," said All for One, "All Might-"

A horrid orange light and a deafening crack filled the air, and when Izuku could see again, the top half of All for One's body was gone, and there was a smoking crater a few meters behind the legs. Everything smelled faintly burnt.

"What," croaked All Might.

"Oh," said Izuku, faintly. "I always worried something like that would happen to me."

He promptly passed out.

Izuku stared up at the ceiling of his hospital room. This would be the last time he could blame getting hurt on his quirk. His quirk, which was well and truly gone, now, along with Ragdoll’s and countless others. Not that he could’ve gotten it back from All for One if his plan hadn’t worked but…

He was quirkless now.

Kacchan had always been a jerk, and there were more than a few people in his class that were jerks along with him, really believing that Izuku was giving them bad luck every time they failed a test. But he’d had a few casual friends in middle school despite that, and except for the teachers who thought he’d been falsifying his quirk, they usually stopped Kacchan before he went too far.

But he knew how they all talked about quirkless people. He knew the statistics. He… hadn’t really been thinking of the consequences when he came up with the plan. Not that he regretted it! He didn’t. But he knew it would be hard to be a hero without a quirk.

Or would it? Would living like this be like his quirk was always in neutral? Or would it be something entirely different? It already felt like something different. It felt… weird. Not being aware of how his luck was going. Like being blind. And he knew his luck was just random, now. Knew that bad luck wouldn’t mean good luck to follow, and good luck didn’t mean bad luck to follow but… Even thinking that felt alien to him.

He could have good luck forever. He could have bad luck forever. That was statistically unlikely, of course. Either way, he had no control over it.

“Oh, Izuku!”

“H-hi, Mom,” he said, and let his mother fuss over him. He wasn’t up for much conversation at the moment, unfortunately.

Behind her, Mr. Yagi, walked in and quietly shut the door.

“Um,” said Izuku, “a-am I in trouble? I mean, I know, I know that I technically killed someone with my quirk, but, uh. I did do that. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, you’re here to arrest me, I–”

“Nonsense, Young Izuku! If anyone tries to charge you for that man accidentally killing himself with his own quirk, I will simply eat them.”

“And that’s if they get through me, first,” said his mother, pleasantly.

“Oh,” said Izuku. “So, why…?”

“Two reasons,” said Mr. Yagi. “First, I wanted to thank you. I’ve spent my entire career trying to get rid of that man.”

Izuku nodded. ‘Get rid of’ was pretty ambiguous, here, but Izuku was the last person who could blame him for trying to kill the guy.

“The other thing I wanted to talk to you about…” Here, Mr. Yagi got that look on his face. “I want to talk to you about a quirk called One for All.”

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