#listen listen to be a hero you’ve got to pull as many bitches as possible from all directions /j | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

burberryfaerie · 3 years

Text

If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

76 notes · View notes

broccoliboix5peepeeman · 3 years

Note

Req: Izuku isn't one to keep grudges. He'd rather bury the hatchet & move on. But when word got out that Bakugō's past as a bully & an abuser got exposed at the latest annual Hero Gala, where he just got promoted to the #1 Hero no less, Izuku couldn't deny the small feeling of satisfaction within him. Soon, Bakugō lost the respect of his fellow Class 1-A graduates, former UA teachers, most of Japanese citizens & the whole world. His Hero license got revoked. He becomes what Izuku used to be.

Me: Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just wanna go apeshit? Izuku: N- Not partic- Me: TOO LATE!

I kinda incorporated these two asks, so please enjoy ~5000 words of Bakugou Katsuki / My Fist In His Face! :D

Edit: Ao3 Link: Fall from Grace ______

‘And taking the number two spot, moving down a place from last time, is the second coming of the symbol of peace, Hero Dekiru!’ The announcer exclaimed excitedly.

Forcing a bright smile onto his face, Izuku stepped out onto the stage and took his place next to Creati, who had secured the third spot. He looked out over the audience and waved as his fans cheered excitedly. Inside though, he wanted nothing more than to hide away and take his frustrations out on one of his home gym’s punching bags.

‘That means, folks, this season’s number one hero isss...’ The announcer paused for dramatic effect. ‘The Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight!’

Izuku had to refrain from wincing when the audience’s cries and cheers became almost deafening. Kacchan strode out onto the stage, a manic smile on his face as he set off some celebratory explosions from his palms. As the blonde walked past Izuku, he muttered a quiet ‘Take that, Deku’ that only Momo and Shoto could hear. Izuku glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two; Momo furrowed her eyebrows, unimpressed, while Shoto didn’t even bother to hide his eye roll and displeased snort.

Kacchan took his place next to Izuku, smirking for all to see. When the crowd eventually fell silent, the announcer made her way down the line, asking each of the top ten heroes for a comment. Usually, Izuku would listen intently and nod along, but it was currently taking all of his energy just to maintain his reassuring presence.

All Might never had this problem. He thought to himself, as Suneater nervously stuttered through his speech.

His mentor always seemed so far away from the other heroes that he never had a problem bagging first place.

Ever since Izuku graduated from UA though, it had been a constant battle between who gained the spot of number one hero. Izuku liked friendly competition and rivalry, having dealt with it long enough that he had to learn to like it; he liked the competition because it meant he could build himself to be the best hero he could possibly be. However, the fact that it was always between him and Kacchan was getting a little old.

Izuku couldn’t fathom it. He wasn’t a bitter person; he knew that he had to work hard to earn the number one spot… But it was no secret that he had saved the most people throughout their careers so far. He had done everything he could to be the next symbol of peace and people did see him that way. They relied on him and believed in him. If they were in trouble, it wasn’t Dynamight they called for. It was Dekiru...

Everyone just seemed to like Kacchan more.

Izuku should be used to it by now. Ever since they were kids, it had been the same. He knew he shouldn’t let this get to him. He became what he was meant to be. He was the symbol of peace and he didn’t need a ranking to prove that-

‘Hero Dekiru!’ The announcer greeted, rounding on Izuku and startling him enough that he nearly launched himself into the air. She shoved the microphone in his face expectantly and he had to remind himself that it was his turn to speak.

'Er…' He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled endearingly. 'I know I'm prone to rambling, so I'll keep it short haha!'

The room laughed along with him and Izuku blushed a little. 'I just want to say that I am so proud of my fellow heroes! You've all been amazing and deserve recognition for it.' He swallowed thickly. 'And congratulations to Ka- to Dynamight for reaching number one! I'll be sure to work extra hard to catch up!'

He felt a pair of crimson eyes burning holes into his side. Ignoring it, Izuku raised his fist into the air. 'Let's all continue to do our best! Pluuuuus…'

'Ultra!' The audience chorused, before erupting into a round of applause. Izuku's smile felt genuine when he saw so many people inspired by his words.

'Yeah, good luck with that, Deku!' His smile faltered slightly when Kacchan grabbed the mic and started his own speech. 'I've made it to number one and I'm here to stay! I'm the best of the best and I can't wait to punch some more bastards!'

'Language!' The announcer squeaked, albeit she giggled along with the crowd.

While everyone was distracted, Izuku snuck a glance at Shoto, only to find his partner already staring at him knowingly.

You okay? His eyes seemed to say.

Izuku shrugged ever so slightly.

Aren't I always?

☀️🌙

Everything felt fuzzy.

Izuku raised a hand to his face and regarded it with narrow eyes as it slowly came into focus.

'You okay, love?'

Izuku pulled his head back, forming a double chin, and looked over at the person beside him who had spoken. He instantly recognised the long white and red hair, styled into a loose braid that framed his partner's angelic face, and relaxed.

'Shouchan!' He slurred out, leaning forwards and throwing his arms around him. 'Where have you been? I missed you!'

'I've been sitting next to you for the past 15 minutes.' Shoto pulled back and raised an eyebrow. 'You've been staring out into space for a while. You okay?'

'Just thinking.' Izuku leaned his elbow on the table in front of them and rested his cheek in his hand.

The two of them were at the annual hero gala that always occurred two days after the summer rankings were announced. Usually, Shoto was the one begging them not to go, while Izuku dragged him with a promise of cold soba at the end of it. This time, however, the opposite had happened. Not only had Izuku been adamant about not wanting to go, but Shoto had actively encouraged him to attend, reasoning that Izuku would regret it if he didn’t. Eventually, he begrudgingly caved and agreed to go, but only after a two hour pouting session.

Oh well, At least there was alcohol at this thing.

'What’re you thinking about?' Shoto asked. 'Usually, you mumble when you're thinking.'

'It's improper to bitch about the number one hero out loud, Shoto-kun.' Izuku replied easily, looking over at where some fancy people from the Hero Commission were congratulating Kacchan, who looked so smug Izuku couldn't help but scrunch his face up in distaste.

'Those results were such bullshit.' Shoto muttered, following his gaze. 'You're better than him by a long shot and people love you, yet-’

'-Kacchan always wins.' Izuku sighed. 'Maybe I need to be more like him and-'

'Don't even go there, Izuku.' Shoto warned. 'I'll give you a pass because you're a bit tipsy, but don't ever suggest that again.’

His partner raised his hands and cupped his cheeks, forcing Izuku to look at him. 'People love you so much because you're you. You don't need to change anything about yourself. All Might didn't pick Bakugou. One for All didn't pick Bakugou. I didn't pick Bakugou. We picked you, because you are worthy. You defeated All for One. You saved the world more times than I can count. You're brave and kind and somehow gentle despite being a fucking powerhouse, so don't even think for a moment that you need to be more like him, because Midoriya Izuku is so much better.'

‘Shoto-kun...’

Izuku felt his eyes begin to water and hurriedly moved to bury his face in the crook of his partner’s neck to hide his tears. He wished he didn’t have to be here, under the constant gaze of the media. He wanted to be able to cry freely, but he was a symbol and symbols didn’t cry.

Unless they were the symbol of crying… Izuku reckoned he’d be pretty good at that.

He felt Shoto freeze in his arms when some camera shutters suddenly went off not too far away.

‘I’m sorry, love.’ He murmured against his ear. ‘Time to be Dekiru again.’

Izuku sighed heavily, before lifting his head and turning towards the camera, a bright smile on his face as he waved to the lens.

‘Dekiru!’ One journalist shouted. ‘We were hoping to take pictures of the top three heroes together. Would you mind joining us for a moment?’

‘Of course!’ Izuku beamed. He stood then, before bowing to Shoto. In a moment of boldness, he took his partner’s hand in his own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. The cameras went wild, but Izuku focused only on the lovely blush dusting Shoto’s cheeks. ‘See you soon.’

Shoto hummed in response, not knowing what to do with himself, and Izuku smiled softly, before he stepped away and allowed himself to be shimmied over to the desired area. He stumbled slightly from the alcohol - if anyone noticed, they didn’t comment.

Izuku’s jaw dropped when his eyes landed on Momo, who was already waiting for them on the red carpet. She looked absolutely gorgeous tonight; her hair was styled in a half-up half-down braid, allowing her loose hair to cover her shoulders and run down her body without getting in her eyes. She donned a sleeveless scarlet dress, which accentuated the muscles of her arms and complimented her ebony eyes exquisitely. The material fit snugly at her waist, before flowing out around her, like the petals of a red lily flower, until it reached the floor. She made Izuku look incredibly underdressed, with his forest green suit, lack of tie and signature red shoes.

Granted, at the start of the night, Shoto had insisted that Izuku’s legs looked so good that he wouldn’t mind being crushed by them, but he had quickly waved him off. His partner was biased.

‘Momo-san!’ He greeted, taking her hands in his own when he reached her. ‘You look as beautiful as always!’

‘Oh stop!’ She giggled, squeezing his hands affectionately. ‘You’re one to talk. Shoto-san took me aside earlier to complain about how handsome you looked.’

Izuku’s face turned the same colour as her outfit.

‘He what now?’

Momo merely laughed in response, but before she could say anything else, the booming voice of the number one hero drowned out all other sounds.

‘Let’s get this over with, extras.’ Kacchan rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles, joining them on the carpet.

Izuku and Momo nodded in greeting and the three of them waited for the photographers to tell them where to stand.

The shoot lasted all of ten minutes, but to Izuku, it felt like an hour. Having to listen to Kacchan’s quiet jibes about how great he was was starting to get on his nerves. Izuku knew he shouldn’t let his words grate at him so badly, but the alcohol was starting to exacerbate his resentment towards the blonde, to the point where he was about to explode.

It wasn’t until they were making their way back to the main area that he finally cracked.

‘It must suck to be you, Deku.’ Kacchan grinned, hands deep in his pockets as he looked ahead at the Dynamight posters plastered to the walls.

Izuku grit his teeth to keep his signature smile on his face, but otherwise didn’t respond.

Kacchan took that as his cue to continue. ‘I mean, I can’t imagine how disappointed All Might must feel right now. Even with all those quirks and One for All, I’m still better than you.’

He’s just being Kacchan. Ignore him.

‘It seems All Might’s legacy ends with him, if his successor can’t even keep the number one spot. Seems you’ll always be behind me, no matter how many times I have to put you in your place.’

He’s wrong… Toshinori-san is proud of me.

‘Remember when I told you to hope for a quirk in the next life?’ Kacchan laughed. ‘I take it back. Turns out that even with a quirk, you’ll always be a loser.’

Izuku’s eye twitched.

‘Maybe you and Icyhot really are meant for each other. After all, you’re both disappointments to your families.’

Izuku’s body moved before he could comprehend what was happening. One moment, his fist was at his side, the next it was colliding with Kacchan’s jaw. Despite his lightning fast reflexes, the blonde hadn’t anticipated such an attack and was sent flying. In midair, he set off a series of explosions from his palms to steady himself as he descended.

When he landed, the entire room went silent.

‘What the fu-’

‘How dare you talk about Shoto like that!’ Izuku yelled. ‘Shoto is twice the man you will ever be. Don’t you dare call him a disappointment’

His entire body was shaking and he felt like his face was on fire. What was he doing? He was making a scene. What was everyone going to think of him after this?

‘You wanna fucking go?’ Kacchan roared.

Izuku quickly decided he didn’t care.

‘You think you’re so great, don’t you?’ He stood up straight, staring into those raging crimson eyes. His inhibitions had dissolved and all those pent-up emotions quickly flowed out, unfiltered. ‘You want everyone to think you’re the best of the best, when you couldn’t be further from it!’

‘Looks like someone’s pissed because I’m the number one-’

‘I don’t care about that!’ Izuku yelled. ‘I’m pissed because I used to actually think you were the greatest! I used to think your quirk was so amazing and that you really were the best! And what did I get for it? Broken bones, second-degree burns and taunts that I was a worthless nobody.’

‘Deku.’ Kacchan warned. Izuku noticed his expression change into something he almost didn’t recognise on his old friend’s face: fear.

‘What’s wrong, Kacchan? Afraid I’m going to expose you as the shitty person you really are?!’ He mocked, trying to keep his voice even. ‘Do you even remember what you used to do to me back when we were kids? I remember. I still live with the consequences every single day. Do you know how long it took for me to stop flinching whenever you spoke? Do you know that every time I hear a loud noise, my skin aches? It remembers all the times you used your quirk on me. You bullied me for over a decade and yet you have the audacity to say that I’m somehow the one who-’

‘I was trying to protect you!’ Kacchan shouted. He started to stride towards Izuku, but Kirishima quickly appeared from the crowd of curious onlookers and held him back. ‘You never took yourself into account! I was trying to stop you from hurting yourself!’

‘So you thought you’d hurt me instead?!’ Izuku couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. ‘“Protecting” me? Is that what you tell yourself at night? That you were protecting me when you punched me for standing up to you? That you were protecting me when you destroyed my notebooks and threatened me daily?’

Izuku took a deep breath. No going back after this. ‘Were you protecting me when you told me to take a swan dive off the school’s roof when I was 14?’

The entire room gasped, before erupting into scattered noise. Journalists addressed Kacchan, asking if Izuku was telling the truth; several pro-heroes were murmuring to each other, mortified, while the hosts of the event tried to de-escalate the situation but to no avail. Izuku wasn’t listening to all that though. His heart was pounding against his chest, the drumming in his ears drowning out all other noise. He squeezed his eyes shut.

What have I done? I can't believe I said all that! The symbol of peace is meant to keep it together all the time. I’m supposed to be strong for others. How can I be that, now that everyone knows that I’m useless Deku-

‘Izuku.’ He felt a hand brush against his own and Izuku opened his eyes to find Shoto standing in front of him, his expression one of concern. ‘My love, can you hear me?’

Izuku nodded rapidly and leant forward, allowing his partner to wrap him in a hug. He rested his forehead against a sturdy shoulder.

‘I fucked up.’ He murmured against the material of his kimono. ‘I fucked up so bad.’

‘Shhh, don’t say that.’ Shoto whispered, stroking his hair, before turning his head away to address the strangers approaching. His voice turned icy. ‘No, Dekiru will not be taking comments. Back off if you know what’s good for you.’

When they took the hint and dispersed, Shoto sighed and rested his cheek on top of his head. ‘Talk to me, Izuku.’

‘I was so tired of it all.’ He pulled back enough so that he had a clear view of Kacchan being swarmed by the press over Shoto’s shoulder. The blonde looked angry and worried as he shouted at the crowd and - wait, is that Ochaco-chan being restrained by Iida-kun not too far away?

Izuku shook his head and watched the display. ‘He kept saying things and I got angry and then he called you a disappointment and I just...’ His eyes widened and he grasped at his hair. ‘I punched him. Oh my god, I punched Kacchan!’

‘He deserved it.’

‘That doesn’t make it okay, Shoto-kun!’ Izuku exclaimed, tugging on his curls until it hurt. ‘I don’t- I’m meant to be the symbol of peace, but I just punched another hero! I can’t just pretend that didn’t happen… And what I said… Everyone heard. They’re gonna think I’m weak. Maybe I am. I’m just so tired. Maybe Kacchan’s right. Maybe I should’ve taken a swan di-’

‘Don’t even fucking go there, Izuku.’ Shoto’s arms tightened fiercely around him. ‘Don’t think like that. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. We’ll get through this.’

‘Shoto-kun...’

‘Let’s go home.’ His partner wrapped his hands around Izuku’s wrists, coaxing him to let go of his hair. ‘We’ll go home. You don’t have to deal with this now. Clear your head first.’

Izuku searched Shoto’s eyes, before he nodded in agreement. He took his partner's hand and let himself be led through the hall, towards the exit. They made it halfway, when Kacchan suddenly blasted himself into the air to escape the crowd and landed in front of them.

‘You think you’re gonna drop me in it and just leave?’ He growled. ‘Fucking coward.’

‘Izuku owes you nothing, Bakugou.’ Shoto’s voice was cold, unforgiving. ‘If it were up to me, I’d have exposed you years ago.’

‘This has nothing to do with you, Icyhot.’ Kacchan moved so that he was at the centre of Izuku’s vision. ‘I wanna make something clear to Deku.’

Several years ago, Izuku would’ve looked away under such an intense glare, but at that moment, he stared right back. He straightened his posture and furrowed his eyebrows, expectantly. He was tired of staying silent and letting his old bully walk all over him.

‘What do you want?’

Kacchan tsked.

‘These extras are gonna ask you if what you just said was true.’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘You're gonna tell them you've had too much to drink.'

Emerald met piercing scarlet and Izuku knew immediately what his answer was. He had always hoped he could bury the hatchet and move on, but as he regarded Kacchan in front of him now, he knew deep down he couldn't do that. He didn't want Kacchan to suffer…

But he couldn't just continue to let him believe that what he did was right either.

'No, I'm not.'

‘Excuse me?’

‘I said,’ Izuku stood up a little straighter and tightened his grip on Shoto’s hand. Anxiety riddled through his body, pumping him with so much adrenaline he felt his heart pounding against his chest. ‘No. I’m not going to deny what I’ve said. You may be a hero, I may admire you, but I’m not going to lie for you anymore. You need to take responsibility.’

Kacchan opened his mouth, but Izuku raised a hand to silence him. ‘We’re done here, Bakugou.’

Wordlessly, he then stepped forwards and walked past the blonde, who seemed at a loss of what to say. Izuku trembled violently as he walked and felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes - he hoped Kacchan hadn’t noticed - and didn’t slow his pace until Shoto caught up to him.

‘Izuku.’ His partner spoke, rubbing his arm to get his attention. When Izuku turned his head to look at him, Shoto linked his hand around his bicep. ‘Come with me a second.’

He allowed himself to be towed towards a bathroom. The room was blurry, but when Shoto locked the door behind them and turned to look at him, Izuku’s vision sharpened; all he could focus on were dichromatic eyes that shone like the sky, the loose strands of red and white hair that hung in front of his face, the smooth porcelain skin that juxtaposed the roughened scar tissue around his left eye.

The beautiful, full lips that opened to speak.

‘Let it out, my love.’

The words were spoken so softly, but echoed loudly in his ears. Izuku’s lip trembled, and when strong arms came to wrap around him, one hand against the curve of his spine while the other cradled the back of his head protectively, Izuku slumped against him. He buried his head in his partner’s chest and clutched at the fine material of his blue kimono as he finally succumbed to the tears that had ached for release.

He cried loud, broken sobs, muffled only by the drenched fabric that he clung to so desperately; all the anger, hurt and fear he had suppressed for so long flowed out of him with each ragged breath. Izuku had always been an emotional person, but this felt different. These weren’t happy tears or frustrated tears. These were almost cathartic.

He didn’t know how long they stayed there in the bathroom, ignoring the irate knocks from the outside as Shoto gently soothed him. All he knew was that when his eyes eventually dried out and he was out of breath, his partner gently held his face in his hands and leaned down so that their foreheads were touching. Izuku sighed tiredly and felt their noses brush slightly when Shoto finally whispered,

‘I’m so proud of you. I love you.’

☀️🌙

'Breaking news: The next Endeavour? Sources report that number one hero, Dynamight, is facing allegations of bullying and past-abuse.'

Izuku looked up at the tv screen, alarmed. Him and Shoto were visiting his mum and Toshinori. Usually, the two heroes don't watch tv, but his mum liked to have it on so that the apartment was never too quiet. It calmed her.

Now though, Izuku was anything but calm. His heartbeat quickened and he felt his back straighten. His eyes were glued to the screen, which was broadcasting video footage from the annual hero gala last night. He had known that the media was going to blow up after his little… Outburst, but he didn’t know someone had filmed it.

'During the annual hero gala last night, pro-hero Dekiru was seen having a confrontation with the number one hero, where he revealed that he used to be physically and emotionally abused by the explosion hero. While the symbol of peace appeared to be a little bit tipsy, outside sources have revealed that there may be truth to the allegations and a formal investigation has been launched.'

Izuku felt nauseous, his palms were sweaty and he refused to look anywhere but at the screen. He felt three pairs of eyes on him, but tried to ignore it.

He couldn't bear to see their disappointment. Weak, defenseless Deku, revealed for the whole nation to see.

'Here is some footage from their argument last night. Viewer discretion is advised due to the nature of the conversation.’

The reporter went silent and the video unmuted; the static of the low-quality microphone buzzed in his ears.

'You think you’re so great, don’t you? You want everyone to think you’re the best of the best, when you couldn’t be further from it!'

Izuku stared at the screen, his own words echoing back through the TV. He breathed heavily, trying to maintain his composure, but when Kacchan tried to justify himself, he couldn’t take it anymore and turned it off.

The room went silent.

Izuku quickly decided he hated that even more.

‘Sweetheart...’ Before he could comprehend what was happening, small arms wrapped around his waist and his mum’s comforting embrace suddenly surrounded him. Izuku froze for a moment, before he gingerly returned the hug. ‘I knew he could be a little rough with you when you were younger, but this? Why didn’t you say something sooner?’

‘Because it wouldn't have made a difference.’ Izuku shrugged. When his mum moved to say something else, he quickly added. ‘Don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.’

‘Izuku, baby-‘

‘It wasn’t your fault.’ He repeated firmly, pulling back to look into her tearful eyes. When she shook her head, distraught, Izuku sighed. ‘I didn’t want you to find out this way.’

‘Sounds like you didn’t want either of us to find out at all, my boy.’ Toshinori suddenly spoke from behind. A large hand came to rest on his shoulder and Izuku turned his head to find his mentor regarding him with regretful eyes. ‘I should’ve known really.’

‘You couldn’t-’

‘Young Bakugou told me once that he used to bully you.’ Toshinori admitted, ashamed. ‘He didn’t go into details and he used the same excuse as he did last night, but I should’ve realised immediately that there was more to it than that. At the time, I tried to reassure young Bakugou that by helping with your training, he was repenting for what he had done. Instead, I should’ve spoken to you, my boy. I should’ve asked for the full story. I should’ve noticed the way he acted during training exercises, the way he talked to you during our meetings. I should’ve released that your relationship wasn’t as simple as deep rivalry.’

Izuku saw his mentor glance at his mum for a moment, before removing his hand from his shoulder. ‘I used to be a hero; I promised your mother I would protect you and dedicate myself to training you, yet I was blind to the iniquity that was happening around me. I put you in an unsafe environment without even realising and made you work with your abuser. I will never forgive myself for that.’

Izuku stared at Toshinori. A whirl of emotions scattered across his face, before he settled for something he was familiar with: tears.

‘I forgive you.’ He spoke, voice hoarse from the lump in his throat.

☀️🌙

Shoto stared at the sight before him, shuffling on his feet rather awkwardly as his partner forced All Might into a bone-crushing hug. Not knowing what to do with himself, he scanned the rest of the room, before noticing Izuku’s phone buzzing violently on the table.

Intrigued, Shoto reached down and scanned over the notifications.

Ur my rock bro [1:24]: Hey man, hope you’re okay! Yaoyorozu and I tried looking for you and Todoroki, but we couldn’t find you. Hope you got home safe. Let me know, yeah? We’re worried[...]

Breaking News! Petty rivalry or power complexes between the number one and two heroes?

Heroes Weekly: Drama down at the annual hero gala last night as Dekiru drunkenly reveals Dynamight’s problematic past.

Tokyo News: The Hero Public Safety Commission has temporarily suspended the hero licence of number one hero Dynaminght, in light of recent allegations.

Speedy Gonzales [07:29]: Good morning, Midoriya-san! Please give me a ring when you get the chance. I am wishing you all the best during this time and please don’t hesitate to contact me if you[…]

Plus Ultra Press: Truth to Dekiru’s words? Several individuals have come forward to reveal that they were also tormented by Dynamight as children.

Eraserhead [10:36]: I have taken it upon myself to expel Bakugou. If you need a break from it all, let me know. I should’ve told you more when you were my student, but you’re a good kid. I[…]

The Problem Children of UA: Aizawa’s Secret Love Child removed LordExplosionMurder from the chat Aizawa’s Secret Love Child [4:58]: @He Need Some Milk hope you[…] Crazy Frog [11:32]: *Kero* Wishing you all the best Midoriya-chan[…] FlexTape420 [11:33]: ^^^ If you need anything, let us know! Calamari [11:33]: We’re here for you! <3 An actual Goddess [11:37]: I hope you’re safe. Know that we support[…] Prince Charming [11:40]: Oui oui! I have an assortment of cheese for[…] Dr Dolittle [11:42]: @Dr 5PeePeeMan are you with Midoriya-kun now[…] 15 more messages

Uwawaka [11:59]: Deku-kun, I know this isn’t the bestest of times, but I need bail money and Iida-kun won’t help. Seems *you* can punch Bakugou, but when I do it, it’s aSsAuLt

Shoto raised a brow at the last one, clearly amused, and made a mental note to go down to the station later with bail money. He then looked up to find Izuku walking towards him; his eyes were red and puffy, although he wore a small smile. Immediately, Shoto put the phone down and opened his arms, wrapping his partner in a gentle hug.

‘You okay, love?’ He murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

‘Getting there.’ Izuku nuzzled his neck. ‘What were you looking at while the rest of us talked about our feelings?’

Shoto huffed at that.

‘I was checking your messages. Everyone’s worried.’ He answered honestly. When his partner hummed softly, he continued. ‘They really care about you. We all do. We’re on your side.’

‘I’ll reply to them later, promise.’ Izuku paused for a moment, struggling to get his words out. I just feel… Weird.’

‘Weird? In what way?’

‘Like… I’m glad of their support, but I can’t help but think I’m causing a fuss.’ Izuku exhaled, warm breath fanning Shoto’s neck. ‘I mean, he doesn’t bully me anymore and he really is a good hero. Maybe I’m just being petty? Part of me is even relieved… Is that bad? To get satisfaction from something like this? I mean, it’s my fault this is happening in the first place.’

Shoto closed his eyes and sighed, resting his chin on top of his partner’s head.

‘It’s not bad. I felt the same way when my family’s past got leaked.’ He admitted softly. ‘At that point, my old man was trying to make amends and the world needed the number one hero, so I felt like bringing his past to light was selfish - even though it wasn’t my fault it got exposed… But that didn’t stop me feeling relieved when the world finally got to see him for who he truly was.’

He felt Izuku’s arms tighten around his waist; a comforting gesture. ‘You’re not selfish for wanting justice, Izuku. You already give the world so much. You may have exposed Bakugou, but the true fault lies with him.’

Shoto hoped his words sounded reassuring. He wasn’t as good as his partner was with these kinds of things.

‘Thank you.’ Izuku whispered, voice breaking slightly.

‘It’s going to be okay.’ Shoto soothed, sincerity laced behind every word. ‘I promise.’

☀️🌙

Several weeks went by and still, the investigation continued. While the Hero Commission had temporarily suspended Bakugou’s hero licence, they still seemed reluctant to find any concrete evidence of their number one hero’s past record of abuse - probably due the damage caused by Endeavour several years back.

Imagine having two number one heroes being found guilty of abuse in less than a decade.

Izuku could understand it, but it didn’t make him any less frustrated. He was tired of being bombarded with questions by insensitive journalists; he was tired of having to put on a fake smile and laugh awkwardly when they said something that was inappropriate. He was tired of dealing with numerous investigators trying to twist his words and convince him that he was overplaying the abuse he suffered at the hands of his old friend.

After a particularly bad interview, where he was asked if he was making it all up in order to get to the number one spot, Izuku had broken down in Shoto’s arms, asking if it was always going to be like that. He had even considered asking the Commission to drop the investigation all together, but Shoto convinced him not to.

‘There’s always going to be people out there who doubt you. It will get better though.’

Five months after the investigation commenced, Izuku’s phone buzzed in his pocket to reveal that enough evidence had finally been gathered to find Bakugou Katsuki guilty of all the allegations made against him Despite the evidence though, Bakugou wasn’t sent to prison, or made to do community service. The only formal punishment he received was something much worse than that.

His hero licence was permanently revoked.

Izuku's eyes scanned the text and felt his knees give out from underneath him. He crashed to the floor; distantly, he could hear Shoto's worried footsteps coming to check on him, but he couldn't bring himself to reassure his partner. Instead, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, smiling peacefully at the ceiling.

When they were five, Izuku was alone and quirkless, told he could never be a hero. Twenty years later, Bakugou was told he could never be a hero ever again.

Funny, the way things play out in the end...

#and now i sleep #words were starting to blur haha #also anon you have great taste #Bakugou x consequences #is a good otp #anti bakugou #tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #AgarJelly writes #midoriya inko #toshinori yagi #momo yaoyorozu #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #lovely people

99 notes · View notes

hyrule-kingdom-updates · 3 years

Text

Link! Good. I hear your son’s back?

Father, just “Arcadius” would be fi—

I didn’t ask if you were fine, I asked if your son was back.

...Yes...Father.

Good. Any longer and it might have looked like he deserted! Now fetch that wine over there would you, boy?

Ah, thank you. What’s this, “Akkalain East?” Not bad...for a coop in Central Hyrule, your palate’s at least well traveled.

What are you doing here?

What? I am not allowed to come visit my son and his lovely abode?

Oh...of course, Father. It’s good to welcome you.

Yes! It is quite the sight to see you at home like this, hardly catching up with my star son these days—he’s too busy saving the day hoho!

Thank you, Father.

I’m telling you, if this whole thing doesn’t work out, there’s many a higher lady who could bring you up even higher. High House Hartell no more, if you try...hm, thinking “Link Arcadius Midinia” perhaps? They’re in relatively good position—

Father!

Right, right. You and your “Link,” thing.

No! That wasn’t even what I was—You’re mad if you think I would ever do that to L—

You know, you’re being quite particular with this “Link” thing, your husband said that you stray from even calling your own son that. If either of you ever want a chance at being that hero of legend, you’ll stick with it, quit the pettiness, for your whole family’s sake. Understand?

Yes, Father. But—

So your son’s alright, your husband is doing well enough. Daughter is fine, though haven’t seem much from her.

Just running down a checklist now, are you?

House is a bit too rugged. Smells too much like...what is that, steel? And pastries?

Launo and I like to b—

You don’t ask me about my day-to-day personal hobbies, so don’t waste words assuming I would ask for yours.

...

Now what are these things on the walls?

Drawings?

Hm...right. Because artists are the ones getting paid these days, right, right.

Mhm.

Don’t mumble, isn’t unbecoming.

Yes, father.

Oh...and I’m assuming these ones are from Assivus? Tsk, it’s like a child drew it. Don’t think I’m still completely on board with you on recommending his little orator position. The rumours are starting to grow. It’s probably miserable for any poor castle soul to be in his presence.

Yeah... ...like father like son.

What was that?

Nothing.

I don’t think it was nothing, as I know the son I loved, taught, and nurtured, and he doesn’t mumble. I raised him as such, and cared for his every need, and now he’s a beautiful, respectful son of a bitch, who was taught to—

Well your son’s grown, and things can be un-taught.

Is that right?

Quite.

Well then, why don’t you share with your old man then? Do repeat your words for my old-taught ears.

... ...I said, “like father, like son.”

You think I’m like Assivus?

No, I think you’re miserable. You’re a miserable, pathetic, cynical old man who hasn’t lived a day on this earth without pissing in your wine cup and complimenting the taste. You are feeble, and senseless, and cowardly, and every second in your presence makes any and all fathomable hells seem lukewarm. So don’t try to convince me, for even a second, that you care about me, or Asivus, or my family, or anyone else, because as long as we’re in my house, we will be taking every action to ensure that you speak the least amount of words possible, so that the air I breath doesn’t get further tainted with your putrid, disgusting breath.

...

Well. Got it all out of your system, then?

...What—

This was a good one! I’ll admit; an improvement. I remember your other outburst...few years back. You probably don’t remember it; ‘twas a few days after the wedding.

Would you shut. Up.

Oh, Link, dear my boy. If I got so easy cut by weak words like that, I won’t have tolerated Assivus for as long as I did.

I—

But this was good! Shows you’ve still got a strong spine in you. Those years as a Captain has done the number in, I should know. My own father gave me the saaaaame talk. It’s always nice to know the future is in control.

Listen you—gh—!

No. I think that’s enough. You listen here now, Link.

See this collar? This dashing uniform you’ve got on? These little medals by your neck? That’s mine. I own this. I cultivated this. And that sword? And those boots? And the very skill in your hands—that was all from me. I can stand here, holding your shirt and neck for as many hours as I want because it’s mine. I’ll do what I want with it. It’s Hartell made and owned, first and foremost. The only reason a luscious lock of hair on your head is worth a damn is because I gave it value. I’m the only one that sees any value. I saw the value in your cute little face. I saw the value in your homosexual nonsense. I saw the value in your children. I even saw the value in your husband’s brittle bones. And further now, I see value in your weak attempts at reconnection with your brother. I mean he’s proprietary now, isn’t he? Genetic gag gimmick finally doing some good.

But you know what I don’t value, Link? You know what I don’t care for? I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t caaaare if you think I’m miserable, I don’t see the point, in trying to convince, or not convince, you otherwise. It simply couldn’t matter less to me. If I spent time caring about such ideas, I wouldn’t have time to enjoy the fruits of life, hm? The little nudges here and there are cute and all, but don’t try and tell yourself that you’re winning any battle here. At the end of the day, no matter what, you have me to thank for everything. I am content with that knowledge, and you are not. That’s the simple, yet grievous difference.

You and I both know that you’re nothing. Every ounce of “Arcadius” or whatever, has long been scooped out and replaced with perfection. If you break now, you start to play teenage rebel like your brother, you’ll find nothing else in there. And that nothing, couldn’t possibly hold up any life or magic story you dream of. It’s just me.

Unless...you have proof of other wise? Perhaps you still have a contrasting sentiment? Want to say something to me again, hmm Link? Oh brave and cunning Captain? Really now, it makes no difference to me. Go on, pull away from my grip, walk out that door, say your fairytale one liner, and I’ll, be, gone. Go on. Here’s your cue.

... ... ...

Hm. That’s what I thought. Now go bring the full bottle of this Akkalain stuff, it’s quite good, I’ll take it for the evening. Mhm. Right, yes, thank you.

See, that’s what I always loved about you, you’re smart. You don’t just think about the now; you’ve got the whole picture in mind. Assivus was always, “me, me, me, my, my, my.” Too focused on the emotions, never growing out of it. But you! You understand. There’s more things to care about then one’s ego you know. And one day you’ll teach your son those lessons, just like I taught you.

...

Don’t be too glum now. You’ve got a future all bright and set! Even just here, with your common husband and house and such.

Mm, but you know, you’re right. Perhaps it’s all folly to stick with “Link” when your son is here and growing. I’ll try slipping into the “Captain Arcadius” title you’ve given yourself a bit more. ‘S Got a better ring to it.

Besides, at this point we both know you’re not the hero, isn’t that right Arcadius?

... ... Yes, Father.

#Captain Arcadius #Ligero Hartell

47 notes · View notes

phoenixyfriend · 3 years

Text

The MILFnevka AU

Once again something that was brainstormed en masse on the GG fanworks server.

I was... very much spearheading this one, but I dragged in @professorsparklepants for a lot, because Anevka, as well as input from @fenerismoon, @purronronner, @gelpenss, and @whirlibird. The original conversation took place mid-September of 2019.

AU where Tarvek's side of the family squeezed in an extra generation or so.

Aaronev was still Lu's generation, but he had Anevka young, and she was an only child who was already an adult by the time Lu disappeared. As a result, Aaronev let her married before she ended up in the machine (because he wasn’t desperate yet), and he couldn't risk drawing the attention by the time Agatha’s gen is being born.

So instead of being Tarvek's SISTER, she's his MOM.

Anevka formed her own faction, separate from the Aaronev and vaguely aligned with Terabithia’s.

She insisted Martellus and his branch hang out with Tarvek because being an only child is lonely, and also it keeps Tarvek out of his grandfather's sights and vague plans of body-hopping.

She is a Protective Momma who is a little TOO down with murdering anyone who threatens her child.

Agatha: you're just going to listen to your evil mom? Because no offense but that's worked out really bad for me so far. Tarvek: She's not EVIL, just... Valois... anyway the Baron knows what she's like and mostly he just rolls his eyes and tries to keep her away from Queen DuPree.

Anevka is definitely the mom that uses her position as mother of the king/heir to stockpile as much power as possible and control everything behind the scenes. Tarvek is currently trying to undermine this and wrestle back control as secretly as possible.

Wine mom with eighty hidden stabbing implements.

When Agatha is discovered, Anevka still kills her dad, but it's not like she can steal Agatha's voice in this AU, so she just settles for aggressively matchmaking her with Tarvek.

Anevka's managed to rein her dad in, mostly, because she's a powerful spark with an Undefined Husband who nonetheless has enough good connections to cause a ruckus if he finds out about the Summoning Throne, and he's too sparky to wasp.

This did lead to his early death and no siblings for Tarvek, but not before Anevka managed to fight her dad down to ONLY trying to throne the girls who were legitimately likely to be Agatha.

And then Agatha's in Sturmhalten and Anevka's just like. Well. Time for plan A. And kills her dad.

Regarding Gil... She kinda wants to pat him on the head and tell him to try harder.

I'm not wholly convinced Tarvek got kicked off of Castle Wulfenbach, depending on how Anevka married and decided to approach things. She might have warned Tarvek to AVOID stealing information, even, if she was worried about Aaronev trying to do something.

Less "do whatever you can to help us gain power" and more "do whatever you can to stay out of Sturmhalten."

Tarvek: My mom is a bitch and I love her so much

Klaus hates it when Anevka comes to CW because she acts like some unholy cross between Lucrezia, Terabithia, and Zantabraxus and she keeps hitting on his top enforcers but with knives and pretty dresses.

Unstoppable Divorce energies

Anevka: Do you like my new dress? Klaus: Your bodice is far too low cut, please stop visiting me dressed like my ex. I'm the same age as your father. Anevka: I know, it's really fun to watch you suffer as you fail to resist the urge to tell me to put on a sweater.

Tarvek: MOTHER YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF ALL MY FRIENDS PLEASE STOP HITTING ON THE BARON AURGH. Anevka: I'm not HITTING on him, I'm trying to make his face turn puce. Anevka: I am, however, hitting on Von Pinn. She looks like she knows how to have fun. Tarvek: MOTHER.

Tarvek, to Gil: the baron can't be your dad, he's old enough to be your grandfather. Gil: He’s at a solid age for both.

Anevka and Klaus have zero actual attraction to each other but there's definitely A Dynamic that's eerily reminiscent of his relationship with Bang, with slightly less "I did a violence, be proud of me" and slightly more "I did a sexy and/or politics, be proud of me."

Tarvek: I have a problem. Gil: What's up? Tarvek: All of our friends want to fuck my mom. Zulenna: I don't. Tarvek: That's because she used to put you in time-out when we were five.

Anevka is prime Dangerous Widow material. She didn't actually kill her husband but a hell of a lot of people think she did.

Seffie thinks her Auntie 'Nevka is the COOLEST

Anevka having an intermittent fling with that "darlingly stupid young hero, Tryggvassen" makes me laugh way too hard and also dips into my nonsense love of Otharnevka.

At one point we did sidle over into “what if Single Father KB tho”

Like they met at some point on vacation while the kids were still kids, which does lose us the “Anevka aggressively ships her kid with Agatha” thing, so I’m not sticking with this but there’s some hella fun tidbits.

Anevka: Guess what. Klaus, very tired: What. Anevka: I'm getting married. Klaus: Again? Good for you. I hope this one lives longer. Anevka: He has the same name as you. Klaus: Get out of my house.

KB isn't a widower, things are just complicated and everyone blames Lu. There's time travel involved, of course.

"So your daughter--" "Sister." "...how--" "Just... just blame my mother."

He's LEGALLY Agatha's dad, maybe? Their dynamic is parent-child. Just, you know, as far as blood goes...

Anevka wants KB to help her bag Othar again. KB thinks she means finally killing him. Anevka: I might. Haven't decided yet.

Overall, though, including KB is too complicated without undermining the entire premise I want. Which is mostly canon but Anevka is Tarvek's embarrassing, mysterious, prone-to-assassination mother.

Seriously though, the entire attraction here is Anevka having the Dangerous Widow Whom No Man Can Tie Down vibe

She's a solo act. Some flings, sure, but overall? Chaos. Refined, elegant chaos.

Anevka as Bang’s sugar mom was suggested. We were obviously all on board.

Bang doesn’t need a sugar mom, but it makes the vein in Klaus's forehead throb, and that's very important.

Bang absolutely tries to get Tarvek to call her “mom” while she’s ‘dating’ Anevka. One time he does call her that and it throws her for SUCH A LOOP because no wrong.

Anevka occasionally daydreams of a world where she could have both Othar and Bang at the same time without them IMMEDIATELY trying to kill each other. Only occasionally, though, she has evidence to plant and blood to spill.

BACK TO ANEVKA SHIPPING HER KID WITH HIS POLITICALLY-APPROPRIATE CRUSH.

Anevka: Oh look, my future daughter-in-law. Tarvek, tired: Mother, she doesn't like me. Anevka: Whyever not? You're clever, handsome, politically apt, charming, sensitive, heir to a throne, you are EVERYTHING a maiden could wish for. Tarvek: You just think that because you're my mom. Agatha: No, no, she's not wrong. You're just not someone I trust. At all. Especially since you say you've been a honeypot before. Anevka: See? A simple hurdle, dear, I'm sure you could whip him into shape in no time. I could even loan you the whip. And the harness, perh-- Tarvek: MOTHER.

Anevka sends Tarvek out with Othar for “field trips.”

It’s great!! Multi-purpose! Absolutely helps boost Tarvek’s image if he’s associated with Known Hero, gets Othar out of her hair for a little bit, sometimes he can be pointed in a direction that’s useful to her.

Othar refers to this outings as “stepfather-stepson bonding times.” Tarvek absolutely hates it. Detests it, really.

Somehow something goes wrong and like 50% of the time and he ends up getting accused of murder, probably.

It’s so unfair. Especially since of the two of them, Othar is more likely to murder than him. (It’s because everyone knows what those Valois types are like, and Othar is a hero.)

Gil: What's so embarrassing about your mom? Your mom's nice. (To me.)

She gives him head pats and lollipops. His own dad certainly never gives him head pats OR lollipops.

Anevka: Well I WAS going to push him towards dear little Seffie, but he seems to be quite enamored with YOU, darling. Tarvek: Mother, PLEASE stop getting invested in my love life.

Anevka’s job is to meddle, he’s lucky she isn’t drawing up contracts and going Full Arrangement.

I also love the idea of Anevka having one of those "sunshine embodied anime mom" smiles as she says "Oh Tarvek, dear, look at all your little friends!"

She's genuinely enthused but Klaus is heavily disturbed by Anevka smiling like that.

"Is she going to sacrifice them?" "Uh, no, it isn't Sunday."

Human sacrifice is actually garish and passe these days, haven’t you heard?

Just imagining one of those Stately Child and Parent portraits with Anevka and Tarvek here.

When Tarvek was born, Anevka has an "I've only had my son for an hour and a half" moment... and then just shrugged and rolled with it.

Anevka "Hot Mom" Sturmvoraus is one of the MANY banes of Klaus's existence, but she's definitely one of the friendliest on the list... as much as he may resent that, at times.

Anevka: Is the Baron in? Boris: Actually... [Crashing noise] Boris: He just left. Anevka, pulling on the rocket boots she stole from Othar and heading towards the broken window leading to the outside of the ship: That's alright, I'll catch up.

(I love how Anevka's name just lends itself so well to AU portmanteaus.)

Anevka definitely susses out Gil's identity but she doesn't actually DO anything about it other than angling for Useful Connections.

She's always telling Tarvek to bring his friend along, and Klaus doesn't want Gil anywhere near that family but he doesn't want it to look like he has any particular interest in Gil.

Imagine Klaus actually encouraging Gil to persue Agatha with the idea that it will put some distance between Gil and "that damn woman and her spawn." Anevka for her part is pushing Agatha towards Tarvek. Meanwhile the three of them are working it out between themselves.

She just has This Energy, folks:

Tarvek: Oh no. Theo: Whats the matter? That's your mom, right? Tarvek: Oh NO, she's wearing her 'NEWLY WIDOWED BUT OUT ON THE PROWL' OUTFIT Theo: ????? She hasn’t been widowed- Tarvek: SHES AFTER THE BARON AND I'M GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT, THEO

The one thing here is that Anevka's not into Klaus and he's not into her but by GOD is she going to fuck with his head about it.

She’s just doing this for the Big Dick Energy of trying to Get Baron Wulfenbach.

Embarrassing mom of the deadliest degree.

Tarvek: YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN MY LIFE. Anevka: Don't be so dramatic, let your mother have a bit of fun. Besides, he's not expelling you anymore, is he? Tarvek: I almost wish he was-

Also Gil and Tarvek reconciling early on due to the immense power of being Embarrassed By Your Parents.

Anevka and Klaus getting increasingly bitchy at each other at dinner, and Tarvek and Gil are just. Bright red and glowering at them.

They’re DESTROYING their COOL TEEN CRED.

Tarvek doesn't ever wants to marry a woman who has been married before, not because of some weird distaste of so-called "sloppy seconds," but rather that he's just scared that they're going to be like his mom, and planning to kill him for his money.

Tarvek, waking up in the middle of the night: What if they really do get married and I have to have Gil as a stepbrother. Tarvek: (screams internally for a few hours)

Anevka is also that Sailor J contouring video

While Otharnevka is... this thing

Some more relevant Vibes: Divorce Court Half-Mourning Upper East Side Widow

Everyone always assumed she had murdered her husband. It was a natural assumption, but ultimately wrong. She had had plans in place to kill him if the need arose, but in the end she hadn’t needed them.

Most people grossly underestimated how complicated it was to arrange for someone to be t-boned by a semi carrying flammable chemicals.

Othar as Anevka's second trophy husband and Tarvek's annoying stepdad has a very specific energy.

That energy is at least 20% "the lovebirds take anniversary honeymoons every year" and 60% "Tarvek hates being in the room with them because they're gross and embarrassing."

This is partly fun because Othar being Tarvek’s stepdad is... a lot.

But honestly, I'm also just enjoying cougar Anevka with Trophy Husband Othar. They're actually in love!!! BUT. Cougar with a trophy husband.

Anevka makes sly comments about Othar and Klaus having sexual tension.

Also I have headcanons about NB Tarvek and like

I think she'd be supportive up until the point of "you want to be Storm King, don't you?"

Less "this isn't natural and you shouldn't be this way" and more "this is going to cause you trouble due to social norms."

"Keep it under wraps until your throne is secure, then you can come out in a blaze of glory." No dresses in public until you're king, then do whatever you want. After all, “Your Majesty” is gender neutral.

Anevka caught Tarvek playing dressup in her closet one time and just criticized the color relationships.

And you must try to avoid wearing that particular shade at all, my dear, it really doesn't look imperial.

#Anevka Sturmvoraus #Girl Genius #Tarvek Sturmvoraus #Klaus Wulfenbach #Gilgamesh Wulfenbach #Othar Tryggvassen #Agatha Heterodyne #Otharnevka #GG OT3 #Phoenix Posts

68 notes · View notes

bakubitch-minusultra · 3 years

Text

Drugs (Bakugo Katsuki) Part 02

im back bitches not me writing part 1 thinking no one would read this shit and then coming back to tumblr with 30+ notes anywho part two because im thriving. Should I make a masterlist???? That honestly take so much work but like if someone wants to make one for me im down ;))) a n y w h o

-> Taglist (bc apparently ppl like my writing) @no1herothatlookslikeavillain @5sosfckss

It was five in the morning when a rather loud knock woke you up. Your eyes shot open but you didn’t bother to move out of the odd position you were laying in, hoping that whoever it was would just leave. But then the knocks got louder and a voice let out a string of curses that sounded like something you heard before. You groaned and got out of bed, not bothering to even check what you looked like before grumpily stomping out of your room and towards the door.

“Open up!”

“I’m coming calm the fuck down,” you shot back. You were tired and pissed that someone just had to come and wake you up this early on your day off. Grabbing the door handle you prepared to cuss out some rude mailman or sales person. But instead, you were greeted with a tired looking police officer and a seething pro hero who was none other than Dynamight. You stood there for what seemed like forever, just staring at them both stupidly. Why the hell would they need to come here? Before Bakugo could quip back at what you said the policeman interfered.

“Can we ask you a couple questions?”

“Yeah...sure,” your voice trailed off as you watched Dynamight pull out a small notepad out of the pocket of his hero suit as the police officer cleared his throat to catch your attention.

“We have reason to believe that you were at a party last night?”

“Yeah, I was.” As soon as the confirmation left your mouth Dynamight jotted it down and put the notepad away.

“Well everybody at that party was unfortunately found dead, except for you,” the officer said. He looked tired, as if he didn’t want to be here this early in the morning.

“We have permission to take you in for questioning as a suspect,” Dynamight said, moving closer to you as if to restrain you, but you retreated farther behind your door and gave them both a confused look. How the fuck do over fifty people die in the same house? The journalist inside you instantly wanted to write about it but your daydreaming was cut very short.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m a suspect? I didn’t do shit.” You exclaimed. You somehow hoped that this was just a prank and some camera crew would appear because this was insane. It was way too early for this and if anyone who knew about you found out about this all credit you’ve built up while writing would come crashing down.

“Listen if you don’t come willingly I will blast your ass so-”

“Dynamight please stay professional,” the officer stepped between you and Dynamight as you had a stare off. You weren’t backing down and neither was he. “If you do not come willingly then I will have to cuff you.”

You nodded to the officer before letting out a heavy sigh, putting your shoes on and shutting the door behind you. The walk to the police car was silent and you made sure to put your hood on to make sure you weren’t spotted by anyone familiar.

“Take her to the station, I’ll meet you there,” with that final order Dynamight spared you a glance before activating his quirk and catapulting himself into the dark blue sky. You ignored the officer's look of pity as you got into the back of the cop car, a setting you never thought you would have to witness first hand.

Your mind was buzzing and you had completely forgotten about the messy makeup still on your face or your morning breath. Instead, you were busy trying to wrap your head around what was happening. That lame party you went off of a drunken man’s word has ended with every party goer dead, except you. Something really bad must have happened sometime after you left but it still didn’t add up. How could not even one person have escaped whatever happened? Your first theory was drugs, someone could have drugged any of the food or drinks and you silently thanked your past self for eating before you came if that was the case. But if everyone died that would include the person who did the poisoning, which didn’t make any sense, unless it was some weird suicide..?

While you were wrapped up in your intense thinking, you didn’t notice you arrived at the police station until the officer opened the door for you. You got out silently and followed him into the building.

There was Dynamight, standing at the door, with his hands crossed and a mean glare on his face. Once he saw you and the officer he motioned for the two of you to follow him. You scoffed, not appreciating how everyone just seems to obey his every command. For a split second you wanted to challenge him but decided against it. You just wanted to go home.

The three of you made your way into a small room you assumed was for questioning, the officer motioned for you to sit down before tipping his hat to Dynamight and leaving the room. It was just you and the pro hero now. You crossed your arms and chuckled at how he turned the chair around and sat on it. It was comical to you how badass he was trying to be.

“So you think mass murder is funny,” he asked, his voice low as he leaned forward to get a better look at you.

“No, I think it’s funny how intimidating you’re trying to be.”

“Look little lady, I could be intimidating if I wanted to. I have other shit to do so we need to hurry this up.” He sighed, and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. “What time did you leave the party?”

“1:40 in the morning, around the time the news broadcasted you stopping a bank robbery, I do have to applaud you for staying out so late to protect the city.” The hero grunted and began writing on a blank sheet of paper. You rolled your eyes, hoping to get this done as soon as possible.

“Specialists on our team say that the deaths occured around two in the morning. Meaning that if you are telling the truth, something happened twenty minutes after you left.” Your eyes widened after hearing the new information. There was anxiety and confusion running through your body. If you left any later you could’ve been dead. But what could’ve happened in a mere twenty minutes. “Do you have an alibi?”

“Not really no, but I’m sure you can track my phone leaving the party and going home.”

“You sure do know a lot for a possible murderer,” he smirked, looking up for a split second before going back to writing. You sat up, a little pissed at how you were labeled a possible murderer, but then again you couldn’t be too mad. Looking from his standpoint you could definitely see how you look suspicious.

“I’m not a murderer, thank you very much. I’m a journalist.”

“So what’s a journalist doing at a party then?” For the first time that day, you felt embarrassed. Only because you knew the only reason you went was because of the shitty lead that was obviously fake...and because you were lonely.

“I was given a lead,” you responded, holding your head down. You weren’t going to let this pompous jerk see any vulnerability.

“Who was the lead and what was it?”

“They were anonymous; they gave me a tip about some highly classified items being up for auction,” did you just lie a little? Yes, you did. But it was just a small white lie, it didn’t matter. But when you saw him grin, you knew you were in for an earful.

“For a journalist you’re really naive.”

“Shut up.” You shot, beginning to get up before he stopped you.

“Just so you know I’m letting you leave. You don’t run shit around here,” you turned around to face him, flipping him off before leaving the room, and making sure to slam the door. You honestly didn’t know how so many people love him.

23 notes · View notes

writeyouin · 4 years

Text

Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – The Arena

A/N – I finally came back to this, my poor abandoned baby. As usual, a special thanks to @rocksinmuffin without whom, this story wouldn’t exist.

Warnings – Minor suicide mention.

Rating – T

“That is the cruellest thing I have ever seen you do,” Swerve glowered at you.

“It had to be done. There was nothing else for it,” You replied nonchalantly.

“RODNEY DID NOTHING WRONG.”

“He existed.”

“SO YOU JUST KICKED HIM OUT FOR EXISTING?”

“Look, you get to choose your Animal Crossing villagers, and I get to choose mine.”

“Abuse them, more like,” Swerve pouted.

“Fine, do you want to play on the switch and adopt an ugly-ass hamster who does nothing but bitch all day?” You asked, holding the console out to Swerve.

He took it from you, placing it on the tallest shelf in the hab-suite, “You can have this back when you learn kindness, you monster.”

“… That’s just mean,” You said, looking despondently at the shelf which was labelled No Man’s land. Beside the switch was a copy of Harry Potter which had been removed from you until you could read it without yelling at Snape every time you saw his name, and several pictures of Getaway which you had scrawled insults on; Swerve wasn’t punishing you for those, he just liked admiring them every now and then while you worked on new insults to scribble.

“Okay, fine, you can have it back right now, if you say that hamsters are cute,” Swerve grinned.

“Clearly, you’ve never seen one in real life. They work for the devil and steal people’s souls. I’m ninety percent sure that they also have armies ready to-”

Pain wracked your body and you woke up screaming to find your captors prodding you with weapons akin to cattle prods but much larger and stronger. It was the same creatures that had captured you.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” You yelled through the pain.

The humanoids didn’t reply, staying eerily silent; you wondered whether they were even capable of communication in a way that you might understand.

“All right, that’s enough… For now,” A human called, stepping forward, looking completely out of place among the others.

Your captors backed away, leaving you alone with the human on the opposite side of the cell. You glared at the woman, who couldn’t have been older than thirty. She wore acidic green armour that bore a symbol of a decapitated robotic head with wires and cables sticking out from the neck; the ensemble made you nervous.

“So… You’re our newest contestant. How dull,” She commented boredly, examining you.

“Contestant? What do you mean?” You asked fearfully.

Once again, you were left without a reply as the woman pulled out a dictation machine and began talking into it as if you weren’t there. “Subject is of questionable build. A Minibot. No definable insignia – probably a NAIL. Presumably no fighting skill of which to speak. No weapon attachments that can be seen. One noticeable draw to the crowds is that it’s a female – a rarity in itself.”

“Oh my God, are you- Fuck, are you putting me in the hunger games?” You demanded incredulously.

“The bot uses organic terms in communication. It’s possible that it has spent much of its time around organic communities rather than with its own kind.”

Although you knew you could argue that you weren’t originally a Cybertronian, you decided that it probably wouldn’t get you very far with your captor; she was clearly only interested in her job, whatever that was. You doubted that you would get anywhere talking to her.

“So that’s it? You’re going to put me into an arena to fight? Did I get it right? Hey! HEY, I’M TALKING TO YOU. YEAH, BITCH WITH THE BAD HAIR, YOU!”

The childish attempt at an insult earned you a bemused glance, and the woman paused the dictation machine.

“You ought to mind your manners, or you’ll be in a much worse condition before the fight, and that will only bore the spectators,” She warned you.

“I’ll behave, if you at least tell me your name. I’d like to know who I’m insulting.”

Your roguish attitude earned a sadistic smile; it wasn’t every-day that your captor met a Cybertronian with any spirit left, “Lady Ouida.”

“Stupid name,” You murmured, mostly to hide your fear. “So I’m right about this being a colosseum of sorts?”

“Yes. You are to fight in the arena.”

“And if I win, I go free?”

“No. If you win, we kill you anyway. The people are out for Cybertronian blood after all.”

“Wow… That’s so fucking stupid. Like for real, did you take this out of a book? It’s not very creative is it? How many movies have you seen where the hero is thrown into a death ring to battle? Plus, there’s not going to be much of a fight. I mean, look at me. My arms are all fucked up from your bodyguards, I’m clearly not a fighter, and I’m like only three feet taller than you. Factor in multiple opponents and you get a five-minute fight, tops which will mostly be me running for my life.”

“You don’t seem too concerned with your fate.”

“Bitch, I am terrified, but I’ve seen death and been dragged back from it. I have defined the meaning of an out of body experience. Right now, I am competing with forces that you cannot even imagine in a brain that was not meant for me. In other words, there is nothing you can do that is worse than what I’ve been dealing with for the last forty-eight hours so GET FUCKED.”

The words PERSONALITY MALFUNCTION appeared on your visor, and you knew they were true. In your human form, you tended to avoid confrontation where you could. However, faced with the prospect of unavoidable death, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. There were only two options left for you anyway. Die in an arena, or wait for the Lost Light to come to your rescue. As you stared into the grinning face of Lady Ouida who had developed a sudden interest in you, you hoped it was the latter.

Chromedome sat miserably in the brig, having been put there for attempting to forcibly alter Swerve’s memory banks with mnemosurgery. He had lost count of how many times he had been in that exact scenario, where mnemosurgery was the only way forward, but nobody else would see it that way. How many times had Rewind refused to talk to him because of it? How often had he been forced to alter Rewind’s memory afterwards so he wouldn’t leave him? Chromedome held his head in his servos, thinking of Rewind. He wouldn’t believe it if Chromedome said it was all for Swerve. So what if mnemosurgery felt good, as long as it helped people it wasn’t that bad. Sure there were risks, but there were risks to all sorts of things that people did anyway.

With nothing else to do but think of his failure, Chromedome waited despondently in his cell, with the faintest of hopes that Rewind might deign to visit him, even if it was just to yell.

Ultra Magnus watched the security footage stoically from the computer panel in his office. As well as Chromedome, he was also watching Swerve, who had been restrained for his own safety and was sobbing loudly, screaming your name, and Whirl who was in the med-bay, awaiting yet another energon transfusion. Of the three, Whirl worried Ultra Magnus the most; he was not taking well to Ratchet’s surgery. He had damaged one of his internal components beyond repair and it was now up to Perceptor to create a suitable replacement. The replacement would undoubtedly need constant maintenance for the rest of Whirl’s life if he survived, but it was the only way forward.

Ultra Magnus looked up as the door flew open, and Rodimus came barging in.

“THIS IS A DISASTER!” Rodimus roared.

For once, Ultra Magnus didn’t have the spark to placate Rodimus; he was right, everything was going disastrously.

“WHIRL IS DYING. CHROMEDOME IS ALL KINDS OF MESSED UP. REWIND BLAMES ME FOR WHATEVER REASON. SWERVE IS SUICIDAL AND (Y/N) IS MISSING. Please tell me you have something that might help fix this mess?”

“I do not,” Ultra Magnus replied quietly. He had never felt like such a failure. Under his watch, everything had gone wrong. The Magnus armour was getting heavier every day; he didn’t deserve to wear it.

“FRAG! WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO? SHE COULD BE IN DANGER. THE ROD POD’S TRACKING SYSTEM IS FRAGGED. THE CREW ARE FURIOUS. THEY HAVEN’T BEEN THIS MAD SINCE-”

“OUT OF THE WAY, COMING THROUGH,” Nightbeat’s voice called in the corridor as he weaved through the few bots out there and made his way into the office with Megatron close behind him.

“Rodimus. Ultra Magnus,” Megatron greeted professionally, before gesturing for Nightbeat to take over.

“I FOUND (Y/N),” Nightbeat began ecstatically, completely missing the sombre atmosphere.

“What? How?” Rodimus asked, dumbfounded.

“I watched the Rod-Pod’s ejection from the bay and followed it through the security cameras. After that, it was simply a matter of predicting several plausible trajectory’s considering that (Y/N) isn’t a pilot-”

Rodimus waved his arms, “Forget I asked. Just tell me where she is.”

Nightbeat ignored his disappointment that the big reveal had been ruined; it had taken a lot of work for him to covertly listen to all the radio stations where you might have landed and then locate you from that. “She’s on a privately owned planet called The Arena.”

“The… The Arena?”

Megatron nodded solemnly, “Yes. My research tells me that they capture stray Cybertronians and-”

“Don’t tell me. They put them in the arena ‘cos they think that’s creative… Primus, that’s annoying. All right, plan time. We change course, go to The Arena, break in, rescue (Y/N) and make everything go back to normal. Any questions?”

Megatron took a moment to consider the plan, “How-”

“No? Great. Then let’s go. We’ve got work to do.” Rodimus transformed and drove out of the office to head to Brainstorm’s lab. He had brushed it off with his usual casual demeanour but just like everyone else, he was furious that anyone would want to hurt you. If he was going to rescue you, he would need weapons; the morally-grey kind that Brainstorm made.

Swerve sniffled, feeling pathetic as coolant that he couldn’t wipe away under his constraints dripped down his front. Yet another failed suicide attempt to go on his record; he couldn’t even do that right. He remembered the last time he had done something so drastic, when you had come to save him from himself; you had probably only married him out of pity. Despite the depressing thought, Swerve found himself unable to believe it. You had married him because for some reason that he didn’t understand, you loved him. The two of you had spent one year married and it had been the best year of Swerve’s life. When you brought up the idea of sparklings on your anniversary, Swerve couldn’t believe that life could be any better, and now after all of that you were gone.

Although Swerve longed to wallow in self-pity, he couldn’t help thinking of Chromedome. It seemed that his last conversation was finally sinking into Swerve’s processor. What was it he had said exactly? Swerve vented air through his systems, calming himself so he could isolate the memory file.

“YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT (Y/N)!”

While it was true that Chromedome could have just said that to stop Swerve from ending his life, there was also a slim possibility that Chromedome really did have new information about you.

Swerve kept replaying the memory’s audio, listening for the truth. As a bartender, he liked to believe he was good at separating lies from the truth, but when the other bots were sober, he wasn’t very good at it.

“(Y/N)…” Swerve whispered your name, wondering what he might not know about you as of that moment.

What if you had come back and he was wallowing in his cell, too wrapped up in himself to know about it? It wasn’t possible. If you were back, it didn’t matter what state Swerve was in; he would have been taken to you. Unless…

Swerve struggled to sit up, his processor racing with endless possibilities pertaining to your fate. What if he hadn’t been taken to you because your new body was failing? What if you were dying and Swerve wasn’t there? What if he was the only one that could help you?

Unbalanced as he was, Swerve managed to stand up. He started kicking at the door, yelling as loud as he could.

“HEY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! TAKE ME TO MY WIFE! TELL ME WHERE (Y/N) IS!”

Swerve didn’t pay much heed to what he was saying. All he cared about was getting to you, no matter what it took.

Like my work? Buy me a coffee and earn preview of the next fic, or commission me on the commissions page.

74 notes · View notes

oneweekoneband · 3 years

Text

charming, if a little gauche: the taylor swift story

undefined

youtube

“the last great american dynasty” is a song that no other pop star could make or, more to the point, would want to make, and as the third track on folklore it marked the spot in my very first listen—sweaty and embarrassingly strung out sitting in the cab of a pickup at the third place where we’d tried to find wifi—at which I let myself vault over the ledge, out of my cautious remove, and into real excitement for what this album might hold.

This is a song that Taylor Swift wrote about Rebekah Harkness, the ballet-obsessed socialite who married into the Standard Oil family (”the wedding was charming, if a little gauche” Taylor sings, and I scream.) then lived, fifty years ago, in the Rhode Island beach house Swift now owns. It is—and on this matter there can be no argument—the horniest song on the album. Taylor is absolutely jazzed out of her WASPy little gourd over this woman, this house, this grand, cyclical American story she imagines herself as part of. Does Taylor actually want to fuck her house and/or the ghost of the woman who once owned it? Well, that’s not for me to say. But the idea of them very evidently gets her going, and her zeal is infectious. She’s so clearly been bursting to indulge this passion, to memorialize this house, and I’m grateful that fate or timing made it so that she didn’t do it until now, until Aaron Dessner provided her with these specific instrumentals, because the combination is divine.

Taylor Swift in the Disney+ documentary Folklore: The Long Pond Sessions confirming that her psychosexual obsession with Holiday House is longstanding.

“the last great american dynasty” relates in colorful detail the life of Mrs. Harkness, who became a widow at just thirty-nine ("the doctor had told him to settle down / it must have been her fault his heart gave out") then used the remaining years to spend her late husband’s fortune in the most lavish ways possible. Rebekah, Taylor tells us, "Filled the pool with champagne / And swam with the big names / Blew through the money on the boys and the ballet” and, again, her total, perfect thrill with this story, with the fact of living in the house this woman once misbehaved in so egregiously as to be an affront to all her stuffy Rhode Island neighbors, is evident throughout. The song is wonderful, good fun, sounds great, feels insane, and then at the quintessentially excellent bridge Taylor pulls a pivot that should be completely noxious, but is, in practice, anything but. Wryly, she inserts herself into the song at the final stretch. “Fifty years is a long time / Holiday House sat quietly on that beach / Free of women with madness / Their men and bad habits / And then it was bought by me”. When, “She had a marvelous time ruining everything”, transforms into, “I had a marvelous time ruining everything” I almost clap. I have clapped. It’s all unbearably cute, and in every word there is sonic evidence of Taylor’s pleasure at her own cleverness, but unfortunately it’s so good that there isn’t even really any room left on the private beaches of one’s heart cavity wherein to be annoyed at having been got by a Taylor Swift bridge once again.

Honestly............Taylor is like two decades max from this.

Though Swift was born in Pennsylvania and came of age in Tennessee, the idea that she’d take instinctively to the blue blood fantasy of wealthy New England is no surprise. It’s unclear whether there’s ever been another person alive who radiates such Big Connecticut Energy while, in fact, not being from Connecticut at all. Watch Hill, Rhode Island made perfect sense to me, in fact, for Taylor, because it not only, at $17 mil cash, made her the owner of the most expensive private home in the entire (extremely small) state, but brings with the choice a kind of self-satisfied dignity. Not being one of the more popular East Coast seaside destinations for the rich and famous, like Martha’s Vineyard or Nantucket, or even The Hamptons, stylishly insists that you must really be trying to get away. The house is classically lovely and has a big yard with a pool and flag pole that extends high into the blue to look down over the plebeians in the sand.

Being myself a natural born daughter of the New England states, albeit of a considerably less pristine stripe than the denizens of Watch Hill, I have spent countless day trips and weekends at the Misquamicut State Beach just a few miles down the coast in Westerly, the town that Taylor’s village (”village” ...Rich people are so weird) is a part of. Not long after Taylor moved in, I was there at the beach with my mother, and my sister, and my mother’s sisters, and whatever other beer-filled bodies might have been around, a whole hoard, and we were lounging on fanned out bed sheets in front of a restaurant called Paddy’s where you can get a blue rum-based cocktail in a plastic fish bowl. I was nursing a sprained ankle that summer, and still a week or two from being fully well, but I wanted to see Taylor’s house up close, so we walked along the water’s edge until we got close enough to snap a photo for posterity, and to see that Taylor was using around the property custom no trespassing signs which read, “I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In”. When someone who is very rich, popular, talented, basically has everything going for them, could buy and sell you and everyone you’ve ever known, etc., makes a stupendously bad joke it is a moral imperative that you tell as many people about that as possible, and so with love in my heart, even, I share this fact now. People had their towels right up against the edge of her sea wall, like a geographic version of the nervous game, but almost as soon I arrived, it was time to limp back to the land of the mortals.

Your hero in 2014 standing in front of the saltbox house on the coast that took Rebekah Harkness’ mind off St. Louis

The pleasures on offer in “the last great american dynasty” are almost too many to name, and all of them so specifically, distinctly, freakishly, bona fide Grade A Taylor Swift, wonderful and grating not separately, one then the other, but both the whole time, and all at once. Taylor saying “gauche”; Taylor telling a story about this dead woman she has a gigantic crush on once dyeing a neighbor’s dog green; Taylor invoking the phrase “middle class divorcee”; Taylor using the word “bitch” affectionately. Even Taylor’s actual vocals, which have been, at times, the notable weak spot in her rigorously streamlined overall package, sound really, genuinely lovely here, and as spirited as ever. The song is laden with Taylor’s remarkable self-righteous belief that by purchasing a multi million dollar home in tony Watch Hill she was somehow “ruining everything”, when she was born and bred for enclaves like that long before she had any number one hits, and actually the only major problem was people thought it was poor form for her to rebuild the huge seawall around the property, even though it was her right, and she was able to do it without issue. To know that Taylor, raised wealthy, imagines herself somehow persecuted as insufficiently chic in Watch Hill for having, by way of immense pop superstardom, multiplied many times over the riches to which she was born, brings me a great and uncomplicated joy. It is a train of thought so wholly unrelatable as to seem plucked wholesale from a work of magical realism, and that happens to be exactly the feeling I want most from a Taylor Swift song. My one and only criticism of “the last great american dynasty” is that, if you’re not right on top of the skip button, it bleeds directly into the Bon Iver duet “exile”, which does kill the vibe, but, well, nobody’s perfect.

The defense rests.

#taylor swift #folklore

19 notes · View notes

maximum118 · 3 years

Text

Sitcom

Me- I decided to post in school

Heisu- WOMAN WHY.

Me- Heisu. Hush

Zen- leans in* Sooo I found a locked door...

Me- snaps head to her* did you open it?

Zen- Maybe...*Glances to the destruction behind her*

Me- YOU DID!? WHY?!

Zen- It said “Do open!”

Me- IT SAID “DO /N O T/ OPEN!!!”

Zen- Oh...heheh...whoops...

Me- GET HER BACK IN THE ROOM DAMMIT!!

Zen- But she-

Me- ZEN!!!

Zen- OK DAMN!!

Episode 2- New Beginnings pt. 2

Episode 1 / Episode 2 (You here) / Chapter 4

2 hours had passed when Kouten left the nest of the emochickens. He was just jumping on the rooftops trying to find minor heroes to rid of in the new area. If his younger set of twin siblings don't get in the way, that is.

Kouten looks behind him where Zen, also known as Retribution, was following him. He sighs. "Retribution. Why are you here?" he asks. Retribution pouts. "Can't a sister who is worried for elder brother follow him around?" she asks.

"No, she cannot because she might kill someone who isn't a hero and then land both of them in jail." He says lightly, pushing her away.

Archangel lands next to Retribution. "Then maybe the elder brother should not be a villain." He says—retribution snickers. Kouten pulls out a water bottle and aims it at Retribution. "Don't make me use this." He says.

Retribution hisses and hides behind Archangel. Kouten facepalms and smells a faint odor of a dead body.

"What the…" mumbles Kouten as he peeks over the building. He notices a dead body, "Uh. Archangel, You're a vigilante, right…?".

Archangel arches his eyebrow and checks, almost retching, "OH, THAT'S DISGUSTING." He shouts. Retribution leans over. "Ooo, dead body. Let's burn it!" says Retribution taking some fire from her wings.

"Retribution, Kou no."

"Retribution, Kou yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No. Can we not do this, you two?" asks Archangel as he looks at his twin and elder brother.

"But cremation…." Says Retribution as she puts her wings out.

"Actually, I'm in with cremation. I gotta satisfy my bloodlust." Says Kouten, Archangel facepalms. Peaking through the gaps in his fingers, Archangel recognized something in the dark. A light, moving towards the body.

The trio quietly looks from above. A black hooded person with a lantern tail stood over the body.

"Are they a hero?" whispers Zen to her brothers. Kouten looks at Archangel.

"Not all heroes know vigilantes Kouten." Whispers Archangel.

Kouten shifts his gaze over to the person. The person kneels and opens the lantern top. Allowing something to light up the inside of the lantern. After the person closed the top, Kouten jumps down to the person.

The person turns to Kouten, briefly showing ginger hair and a mask. Kouten walks up to them. "Listen, Hero. I'll give you 5 seconds to run before scorch ya." He says.

The person tilts their head, gazing at Kouten. "Hero…? I am not a hero…" he says softly.

"Wait…you aren't a hero? Then are you a villain? If that's the case, Scat!"

"I am neither a villain. I am my own thing. I will not leave just so another can kill more."

Kouten stares dumbfounded at the person. "So you are a hero?" he asks.

"…I am a person with morals and a person who senses you've been through something…years ago…"

"What..?? No, I haven't!"

The person walks closer to him, pointing to the scar on Kouten's cheek.

"that wound isn't from birth. Something truly happened to you."

Kouten doesn't say anything as he looks down. From what he can see, the person was up to Kouten's chest. Kouten also noticed ginger hair with dyed black ends.

"I also sense…you did have a heart of a hero once…"

Kouten stumbles back. "What are you…" he says, looking at them.

"I am a human with a lantern tail and some skills." The person answers.

"…You don't sound human… you're reading my past like… it's nothing…"

The person giggles as they did some parkour-up metal balconies. Landing on the opposite building of where Retribution and Archangel were. The person stares down at Kouten. "Oh, I suggest leaving before the police come, villain." They say as they run on the rooftops away.

Kouten hears sirens and quickly gets up to his siblings. He looks to Archangel. "Better act that you came here." He says as he and Retribution leave the scene.

Retribution looks at Kouten "what were you and the person talking about?" She asks.

"…they were able to read my past. Also, know I was a hero once." He answers, looking away.

"Are we going to run into them more often?"

"For all of us? Rarely. For just me? Probably…"

"What do you mean?"

"They seemed interested in me when they warned me to leave quickly before the police get there."

"So they might be following you after tonight?"

"Possibly. No one else told any villains before to leave the scene. They did. Either they're interested in me, they don't have a side, or they have a villainous family."

"Speaking of sides…did you find out if they're an ally? Or an enemy?"

"They answered that they're a person of morals."

Retribution stops flying and lands. "So…hero?" she asks.

Kouten stops running and shakes his head. "Some villains have morals too. I think they're…neutral…" he answers.

"I'll trust your choice. For now, I found some minor heroes." Says Retribution smirking, Kouten smirks with her

"about. Fuckin. Time."

~Next morning ~

Kouten, Zen, and Hato came home at 3 am and passed the fuck out. That is until...

Haruki bursts into Kouten's room at 6:30 am. "WAKKKKEEE UPPPP BREAKFAST TIME BROTHA!" he shouts, jumping on Kouten.

"OWWWW!!!!" Shouts kouten, looking at his adorable brother.

"Haruki! Go wake up, Sai!" says Kouten. Haruki Innocently smiles.

"but Sai told me to wake up you, Z, and Hato!"

". . .SAIIII! SCREW YOU!"

Sai walks past Kouten's room door. "Told you not to stay up too late." He says, entering Hato's room.

"hato. Wake up. Hei can't wake Zen up." He says, shaking Hato.

Hato groans and grabs his phone, and plays an American song called "Worth it" by Fifth harmony.

Sai raises an eyebrow in confusion and then hears shouting from Zen's room-

"GIVE IT TO MEH I'M WORTH IT. BABY, I'M WORTH IT! UH-HUH, I'M WORTH IT. GIMMIE, GIMMIE I'M WORTH IT!"

Sai blinks at the shouting then looks to Hato, who is currently half asleep.

"How in the world-"

"Don't question it." Says Hato going into his mini-fridge. Pulling out two pinkie mice and placing them in his snake's tank.

"You just have frozen mice in your mini-fridge?"

"The snake gotta eat something, or it's eating Z. Toasted chicken."

Zen leans in "wait. You would feed me to your snake?" she asks.

"If I run out of mice, yes. Either you, Kou or Satori. Peace and quiet then."

Zen gasps, "DAMN YOU! YOU TRAITOR!" She shouts. Hato gives her a look.

"you said yourself when you had scorpions, if you didn't have any food, you'll poison one of us. Guess who then squashed them..his name starts with a D."

Zen looks down "hey, Kouten, and you shouldn't have snitched!" She says. Sai looks at Zen.

"YOU HAD PET SCORPIONS!?" he shouts. Zen looks at him.

"Currently, I have two female long-tailed chinchillas, both babies. One's name is Lechuza. She is more mischievous. The other, Adelita, is quieter and shyer."

Hato gets an idea and smirks. "Chinchillas?" he asks. Zen panics and runs to her room screaming, "DON'T TOUCH MY BABIES!!"

Back with Kouten, who grabbing food for Haruki and gets ready for his day. Brushing his untamed hair, he looks out the bathroom where Sai is dragging Hato and somehow Zen to the kitchen.

"Hey, did the moving truck bring my bike here yet?" Asks Kouten. Sai looks over to Kouten. "Should be in the garage. You got to get going?" asks Sai.

Kouten shows a message from his modeling agency "Yup. A new designer wants me to model. I won't be in the office today anyways." Explains Kouten. Sai nods, gently pushing the 23 yr old twin set in the kitchen.

"Alright, be safe. No killing either. Remember L is lobby! G is garage!" Says Sai as he gives Kouten a look. Going to Riku's and Satori's room to wake them up.

Kouten rolls his eyes and grabs his keys and helmet. "See ya, Kou!" says Haruki as Kouten smiles leaving the penthouse to the elevator, pressing G to head to the garage. After stopping a few floors where people enter the elevator recognizing him from his TV appearances and modeling. Some asking for autographs, others pictures, and some with questions like "Are you with someone?", "How is your life with the former number 2 hero, Hawks?" or something else entirely strange.

Kouten looks around. When his eyes land on a red and black bike.

"Ah, hello, baby. Good to see you have no scratches." He says, wiping it down. "No dust either…" he mumbles. Getting on the bike placing his helmet on, he gets moving.

~Later at a cafe~

Kouten removes his helmet and begins fixing his hair. "Ugh…stupid dad genes." Mumbles Kouten.

He enters the cozy café in front of him. He was in the center of the city, a lively place where many shops were around. Upon entering, he got a text from his manager saying he's running late. Kouten sighs and thinks about getting a coffee.

Looking at the menu, he waits in line. Once it was his turn, he ordered a coffee and waited at the end of the counter. After waiting a few minutes, the barista seeming bored and pushed two drinks, not even saying the names.

Kouten rolls his eyes fine bitch, so I won't fight you mainly for plot convince thinks Kouten and goes to grab one when he touched another's. Startled, he quickly retracted his hand and looks at the person next to him.

"I am sorry-"Kouten cuts himself off. Staring at what he believes is male. The man had semi-tanned skin and lavender eyes. Along with that, he had a yellow crescent moon shape with two navy stars shapes near the moon on his left cheek. What Kouten noticed was the ginger hair with black dyed ends. Then the lantern tail, Remembering from the person last night.

Kouten was breathless. He looks away, grabbing the other drink. A faint blush on his cheeks. "Sorry…I didn't know you also ordered coffee." Says Kouten.

"I didn't…I ordered hot tea…" says the male. Kouten looks at the cup he's currently holding and noticing the characters "Ei" (Crystal) and "ta" (gentle can be mean big/blessed. I prefer Gentle/blessed) and the characters spelling out Inoue. Kouten becomes embarrassed "here. This is yours then." He says, handing the cup to the male, Inoue Eita.

Eita blushes and takes the cup. He then pushes the 1st cup to Kouten. Quickly leaving to meet a black-haired purple-eyed male. Kouten watches as the two walk-offs from the café. After the duo wasn't in view, Kouten sits down and thinks I should've invited him to chat with me. He thinks.

Meanwhile, with Eita, the male next to Eita, smiling, looks to him. "So you met a celebrity?" he asks.

"He was a celebrity?" Asks Eita glancing at the man.

The male sweatdrops, "You, sir, are going to get killed one day." He says.

"I'm surprised you haven't tried to kill me, Hotaru..."

The male, Hotaru, smiles more "It's Hiroshi in the daytime. Plus, you're useful to me. I got to have a proper fortune to see if I can get away with murder."

Eita looks down and looks to his tail, glowing faintly …Did he not see who I am? Or did he notice and not say? A chuckle escapes his throat Todoroki Kouten…you…interest me…He thinks. He looks to Hotaru as he chats up random people. Potential victims to kill, more lives needlessly killed.

Eita thinks about 3 months ahead of now, a circus with some old friends is coming to the city. Eita looks at the sky. It'll be nice to see them again…Thinks Eita with a smile.

Back with Kouten, he continues to wait for his manager. As another bright day is full of unexpected things begins in this world of new beginnings.

The barista, leaving for the day with her friend. The friend looks at her. "You are literally planning soft angst?" They say.

The barista snickers, "I might. Truthfully the readers get a slow burn romance/slice of life for this."

"So maybe. You are evil."

"Am not. I just wanna play around with a crack head family and hopefully play with people's emotions expecting two of the main characters to kiss."

"Fucker."

"oh, hush. The main couple wouldn't have met if I didn't help."

"Damn. Your right. Also, fuck you. Go update RTS and SFU."

"I WILL. Damn! When I feel like it."

"MAXI!"

"OH, FINE I

WILL DAMMIT."

Saisho/Sai belongs to @ulti-mal

Kouten belongs to @hairuko

Hato belongs to @juniperarts

Satori belongs to @fioresacros

Haruki belongs to @/_falyy on twitter

Riku & Hotaru to @diizaren

#siblings #dabihawks lovechild #sitcom #romance #first meeting #lantern #villian #foreshadowing #fourth wall break #choas #chinchilla #snake #idk how to tag this #sorry about that #bnha fanfiction #family

5 notes · View notes

theotherackerman · 3 years

Text

Carry on My Wayward Son

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong either to Supernatural, Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, or Attack on Titan.

Notes: Hange's spells are Latin from google translation so I'm sorry if they're not correct.The tree on Mikasa's arm is based on the Yggdrasil.

CHAPTER THREE: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

Eren came out to see Zeke sitting on the trunk of the Impala.

Eren let go of Mikasa's wrist.

"You want the good news or the bad news first?" Zeke asked. "Trick question. The good news is they found Mina's brother. The bad news is that he was cut in half. The entire lower half of him was missing. It looked like something had been chewing on it. But here's the best part, the teeth marks look human, at least that's what they said on the radio."

"What?" Eren asked.

"Yeah, I know. I called Levi, he'll be out here with back up tomorrow. I got us a room at the hotel. Two beds and a pull out couch. All they had left. That's okay with you two?" Zeke asked as he jumped down.

"It's fine. I can sleep on the couch," Mikasa offered.

"No, you won't. I will," Eren offered.

Zeke was surprised but didn't say anything as he walked around to the front of the car and got in. Mikasa and Eren got into the car just a moment after him.

"Food?" Zeke offered.

"Yeah, let's get food," Eren said as he looked out the window.

"Do you eat, Mikasa?"

Zeke saw her nodded in the rearview mirror.

"She'll eat anything," Eren muttered.

"Can you not be a bitch to her for more than ten minutes? Just because she's a fairy.."

"No! Not like that. We had to live on whatever in the apartment. Some weeks, especially close to the end of a semester, we had to buy cheap groceries," Eren explained. "A lot of burnt Ramen when I cooked. She never complained."

"Your hot dogs and macaroni weren't bad," Mikasa muttered.

"That's because I taught him how to cook that," Zeke teased. "So are you two good enough to work the rest of this job?"

Eren looked at Mikasa in the rearview mirror.

She was looking at him.

"I'll work the job with her. As long as she agrees to one thing," Eren said.

"Oh, this should be good," Zeke sighed.

"No trying to play hero and going off on your own. No risking your life for mine. As long as I’m alive, you’re alive."

It surprised both Zeke and Mikasa that Eren had chosen that as his condition.

"Okay," Mikasa said as she nodded.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After grabbing food from a McDonald's drive through, they came to the hotel.

Zeke called dibs on the first shower, leaving Mikasa and Eren alone again.

Eren wasn't sure how to act.

He was worried about her though.

He didn't know why.

Hadn't Grisha said that a monster was a monster?

If it wasn't human, Eren was supposed to kill it.

It was simple.

There was a clear, solid line between good and evil.

Eren looked up from his phone to see Mikasa sitting on the bed on the far end of the hotel room.

The hotel room was cheap. It was covered in tacky seventies wallpaper.

Mikasa's legs were folded in front of her as she read through some sort of leather brown book. Eren couldn't help but remember being back in the apartment with her. His head would rest in her lap while she read and absent-mindedly played with his hair.

Maybe Zeke was right.

Maybe Eren was being too harsh on her.

No.

He wasn't.

She had lied to him

She hadn't told him the truth.

But then again, he hadn't told her the truth exactly either.

What he wouldn't give for the solid line of good and evil to make more sense.

"Was it a Yellow Eyed Demon that killed your family?" Eren asked.

Mikasa looked up from the book she was reading.

"No. Just a regular one," she replied as her eyes met his. "Why?"

"Just curious, I guess."

Mikasa nodded before she looked back down at her book.

"I shouldn't have said I wanted you dead."

Mikasa looked over at him again. "It's a reasonable response."

"No, it's really not. I...I don't think we can go back to that but I don't want to kill you or for you to die. That would be...bad."

"It's fine, Eren," she replied as she closed her book.

"No, it's not. I'm trying to apologize here."

"Save it, okay? I don't need your pity. Look, I'm just working the job that Levi asked me to. You can't say horrible things to me just to think I would forgive them. It's fine because in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. Once this job is over, we should go our separate ways. That is what would be best for everyone involved. I'm going to go to bed."

Mikasa turned off the lamp next to her bed as she put the book she had been reading on the nightstand.

Eren then knew the pain that Mikasa had experienced.

His heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces.

-------------------------------------------------

One of Mikasa's hands was in Eren's hair while he left a trail of kisses down Mikasa's neck. The other hand had moved towards his belt.

"Eager, aren't we?" He teased her.

"You're lucky I don't rip it off of you," she replied as she purposely lifted her hips up so she grinded on him.

Suddenly, the dream shifted very quickly.

He clawed at Mikasa's flesh. Long claws came out of his hands. She screamed in fear but he didn't stop.

He wouldn't stop until she was dead.

The blaring of a car horn cut through Eren’s dream.

He was the first one up and found himself in need of a cold shower.

As Eren took his shower, he wondered why he kept having dreams about Mikasa. Besides the fact that he was still very much attracted to her, the whole fairy thing was really throwing him for a loop.

“Just work the job,” he told himself as he finished his shower.

He dressed in the bathroom and came out to see a very sleepy Zeke attempting to get the coffee maker to work in the hotel room.

Mikasa scurried by him to change in the bathroom.

“So what dumbass thing did you say to her last night?” Zeke asked as he slammed the lid down on the coffee marker.

“Who said I said anything dumb? You should have a little more faith in me,” Eren replied.

“I’ve known since you were born. You always say dumb things. By the way, Levi is on his way. He wants us to try and get pictures of the area now that’s its day. He said he’s bringing a specialist with him. Whatever that means.”

“How many hunters is Levi in contact with?” Eren asked as he walked over to the coffee machine.

Zeke shrugged, “I just assume Levi knows everyone. You’ve seen how many different phones he has hooked up in his living room.”

The coffee maker spurred as Mikasa came out of the bathroom.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Zeke beamed at her.

“Hi,” Mikasa muttered as she came out of the bedroom.

Eren couldn’t help but glare at Zeke.

“What? I like her. I mean look at her! She can be the little kid sister I always wanted before I got stuck with you instead,” Zeke grinned.

“Did you hit on Eren the first time you met him too?” Mikasa asked as she sat down on the bed she had occupied the night before.

“See? This is why I liked her. I’m Team Mikasa while you two….are whatever you are,” Zeke pressed the button again on the coffee machine.

It didn’t work.

“Okay, so coffee run before we go to our possible doom?” Zeke asked as he walked away from the coffee maker.

-------------------------------------------------------

This time, they decided to go more south of the ranger station. There was a dangerous hiking path there that few people had taken, at least that was what Mina had told Zeke the night before.

They pulled the Impala into the parking lot next to the side of the road. Mikasa climbed up the highest tree.

“Are we any closer?” Zeke asked.

“Pretty much the same distance as the ranger station. I’m going to try something,” Mikasa told him as wings sprung from her back.

The next thing Eren and Zeke saw was Mikasa running along one of the branches of the tree.

The branch snapped in half and fell but that didn’t matter.

Mikasa shot up into the sky and flew off.

“Holy shit!” Zeke exclaimed as Mikasa disappeared into the tree line.

“Should we follow her?” Eren asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Zeke told him as they both took off in the direction that Mikasa went.

For it being a dangerous hiking trail, it was cleaner than the one Eren and Mikasa had taken the other day.

"How are you doing over there?" Zeke asked Eren as they made their way towards the dead spot.

"Just peachy," Eren replied as he rolled his eyes.

"So is it cool if I ask Mikasa out?" Zeke grinned.

Two thoughts ran through Eren's mind at the same time. One of them was to punch Zeke.

He took the second option.

Eren laughed. "She wouldn't date you. Never. You're not her type. I thought you saw her as a sister."

"I though that at first but now...I don’t know. And what's wrong with me? She could be into me!"

"Do you want the list in alphabetical order or….?"

"Alright, smart-ass. Shouldn't we let her decide? I mean she seems to like me a whole lot more than she likes you."

Eren snapped. He grabbed Zeke by the collar of his shirt.

Zeke just grinned. "There's the reaction I've been waiting for."

Eren released Zeke's shirt.

He fell right into his brother's trap.

Zeke had played him.

"You never tell her about this. Ever," Eren threatened before he started walking again.

"I can't believe you fell for that. All those years of schooling and you don't know bro code. You don't take the girl your brother loves. So how serious was it before everything?" Zeke asked as he trailed after Eren.

"Why does it matter?"

"Oh come on, Ronnie. Share with your older brother. Listen. The most serious relationship I've ever had is that bendy weekend I spent with that Yoga instructor. I mean granted….It was pretty mind blowing. The things she could do with her…"

"You know I can hear you?" Mikasa's voice came down from the tree.

Zeke and Eren looked up to see her continuing her run and jump trick.

"She did say she can't fly for long distances," Eren remarked as he followed her.

"HEY! MIKASA! HOW STRONG ARE YOU?!" Zeke yelled causing Mikasa to stop and looked back.

"Why?" She asked as she leaned up against the tree.

"Could you pick me up and fly me up there?" Zeke grinned.

Mikasa simply nodded before jumping down to the ground. Her wings fluttered, making the most beautiful landing. She was the most beautiful, graceful thing Eren had ever seen.

She didn't look monstrous in the slightest.

No, she looked like an angel.

But suddenly, she turned and ran off in the opposite direction.

"What was that?" Zeke asked.

Eren shrugged.

It didn’t take them long to catch up to Mikasa. They could hear her throwing up.

Then Zeke and Eren realized it wasn’t the flying that had made Mikasa sick as they began to smell it too.

Rotting flesh.

There were bodies.

A lot of them.

They were on the outskirts of what could easily be mistaken for a forest fire.

Except the bodies and the damage looked like the life had just been sucked out of them.

Mikasa came out a few steps behind them.

She looked awful.

Eren reached into his pocket and pulled a pack of gum before he handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she muttered as she took a piece out of it and handed it back to him.

“What the fuck?” Zeke asked, as he looked around the area.

“Was this….is this magic?” Eren asked Mikasa.

“It looks like an energy exchange to me. A big one,” Mikasa replied.

“For what?” Zeke asked as he pulled out his phone and took pictures.

“I have no idea,” Mikasa answered.

Eren stepped into an area of the ash to get a closer look. “I can't even tell an age. This one looks like it’s been chewed in half.” He reached down and touched the ash. "This isn't normal ash either."

“So it sucks the life out of them and then eats them. Fantastic. Sounds like a Tuesday to me,” Zeke laughed.

“More research?” Eren asked as he looked at the other two.

--------------------------------------------------

Mikasa wasn’t okay.

Maybe it wasn’t an energy exchange.

Maybe it was something more.

Maybe it was something worse.

Resurrection wasn’t something one did without thought.

Mikasa didn’t even know how to begin something like that.

Sure, she’d had jobs where someone made a crossroads deal with a demon to bring a love back but they all ended the same.

The person was dragged to hell.

She didn’t even know a spell that would allow resurrection. True resurrection. Not a zombie or a puppet of the person.

Mikasa sat fully clothed in the bathtub, her knees pulled up to her chest. She had debated adding water to the tub but it would just end up making a mess.

She wanted Hange. She could have used Hange right now. They always knew what to say, what to do. Mikasa had called them multiple times since the close call with the Yellow Eyed Demon.

Mikasa didn’t know when she had started crying.

There was a knock on the door.

“You okay in there?” Zeke’s voice came from the other side.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Mikasa said, her voice did not betray her.

“Okay. Levi should be here soon.”

“Okay.”

She waited until Zeke walked away to wipe the tears from her face.

That had been far too big of a loss that she had seen today. Too many innocent lives.

Mikasa wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

From the moment, Mikasa had stepped out of the bathroom, all Eren could think about was finding a way to make Mikasa slip away with him. The two of them should be alone together, like it used to be. He could show her how much she could enjoy the backseat of the Impala.

What?

No!

Why was he thinking that?

There was a knock on the hotel door.

Zeke answered it.

Eren didn’t know who he thought Levi was going to bring with him. But this tall, glasses wearing scientist looking was not who Eren had pictured in his mind.

Mikasa practically launched herself at the person.

“It’s alright now,” the person told Mikasa as they smoothed Mikasa’s short hair down. “Oh, I do like your hair short. It looks even better in person.”

“Alright, enough of that. Zeke, Eren, this is Hange, Mikasa’s guardian, a hunter, and a magic wielder.”

“Hello!” Hange said as they broke the hug with Mikasa. “So, I hear there’s a big dead spot?”

“It’s more than that. It’s got bodies,” Zeke explained as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Wait, what? You didn’t tell me that,” Levi replied as he took the phone from Zeke.

"We should head out there then. Check it out in person. I can try a spell to trace the magic," Hange suggested.

"I'll stay here. I'm not feeling too well," Mikasa said before sitting down on the bed that she had been sleeping on.

"That's fine. Levi?" Hange asked.

"I'll go," Levi replied.

"I'll show the location," Zeke offered.

"I'll stay with Mikasa," Eren offered, which surprised everyone.

Levi narrowed his eyes before he began moving towards the hotel room door.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Zeke said before he gave a wink as he exited the room with Levi and Hange.

"I'm not a child. I don't need you to act as guardian," Mikasa replied.

"Never said you were," Eren said as he walked towards her.

"Then stop treating me like one."

"I'm not."

"I don't get you. You spent weeks avoiding me and now all of a sudden you want to act like a knight in shining armor? Why? What do you possibly have to gain?"

"I don't know."

"Well, figure it out. Because I can't take these mixed signals."

"Mixed signals? Seriously?"

"Yes. You hate me, you want me to die. Then you don't want me to and you're holding my hand. Pick a side!" She yelled at him.

Eren wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do with the anger that has been welling up inside of him.

But her yelling at him? Standing up for herself? That was something unmistakably hot for him.

"I don't know! Okay? I'm supposed to hate monsters? I'm supposed to hate you! But all I can think about right now is reenacting a sex dream I had this morning! Okay? I don't know!"

"Wait, what?"

"I'm a guy, Mikasa. I have sex dreams."

"No, not that. Do I feel some sort of sexual urge more than normal?"

"What? No. Maybe. A little bit. Why?"

"Because I know what it is. We need to get there before Levi, Hange, and Zeke. Fuck," Mikasa cussed. "I'm so stupid. Why didn't I see it before? I guess the gruesome death confused me."

"You know what it is?"

"It's a succubus."

"Wait, what? Don't they just have sex with you to kill you?"

"Depends on the type. They can suck the life out of anything. But sometimes the side effects from going to a den can transfer onto the person. That's why you're feeling it. They can also make people have sex until they die. It consumes them."

"Oh. Well, there's a happy thought. Why aren't you and Zeke affected?"

"Half fae, remember? I don't know why Zeke isn't. I should get going."

"I'll go find a car to hotwire."

"You're not leaving," she told him.

He took a step forward.

"Who says I want to leave?" He asked her.

Eren realized in that moment how hot his skin felt. Only she could be the answer.

He lunged forward, his mouth connecting with Mikasa's.

Mikasa was in complete shock. She didn't respond.

How could he make things more clear?

He wanted her.

No.

He needed her.

He grabbed her, causing her to squeak as he threw her on the bed.

He climbed on top of her before kissing her again.

This time, Mikasa responded.

It made Eren happy.

Yes.

This is what he wanted.

He could feel her running her hands over his body as he pulled away.

One of Mikasa's hands was in Eren's hair while he left a trail of kisses down Mikasa's neck. The other hand had moved towards his belt.

"Eager, aren't we?" He teased her.

"You're lucky I don't rip it off of you," she replied as she pulled his belt off.

Mikasa then proceeded to headbutt Eren and knock him out.

-----------------------------------------------------

Zeke walked with Hange and Levi through the woods. He didn’t sign up to a boy scout as a kid and he sure didn’t want to be one right now.

There was some sort of weird dynamitic between Levi and Hange that Zeke didn’t understand.

“So magic wielder?” Zeke asked after a moment.

“Hmm...witch comes with negative connotations sometimes when it comes to hunters. How come you’re not like your brother when it comes to things being so black and white?”

“Oh. Because I realized our dad was a piece of shit when I was about ten,” Zeke explained.

“Why did you stay with him then?”

“Oh. Well, it’s simple. If he had me to fight with her wouldn’t go after Eren. Didn’t matter what Grisha did to me. I guess that’s why his death….this is going to sound horrible but it was freeing. I’m a terrible son, aren’t I?” Zeke said as he stopped in his tracks.

Levi rested his hand on Zeke’s shoulder. “You’re a good brother,” he said before he gave Zeke a bit of push forward.

---------------------------------------------------------

Mikasa had handcuffed Eren and used his belt to bind him. She threw him over her shoulder and had carried him to the car. She then had to carry him through the woods towards the deadspot.

She could get what she needed for the spell there. Everything would be fine. She could cure him without her powers.

---------------------------------------------------------

“Oh. This is interesting,” Hange said as they neared the area of ash.

“What’s that smell?” Levi asked.

“The rotting corpses,” Hange answered. “Look! There’s one over there!”

“Can you not be excited about finding dead bodies?” Levi sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, I’m not. This looks like a den of some sort. It’s very interesting.”

“Any idea what it is?” Zeke asked.

“Well, it looks as if it has some sort of a sucker fish mouth,” Hange replied.

“You can tell that from its den?” Levi asked.

“Oh no. It’s staring at me,” Hange said as they pointed towards a spot in the middle of the dead trees.

Sure enough there was a creature that had a mouth similar to a sucker fish. Its eyes were beady and black. It’s skin was an inky, green color.

“I don’t know what that is but I don’t like it!” Zeke yelled as he pulled out the knife Mikasa had given him.

“I don’t either,” Levi said as he pulled out his machete.

“Guesses?” Hange asked as they moved into place next to Levi. They pulled out their own machete.

With three of them, it meant they would always have someone watching their back.

“Well, succubus is the first thing that comes to mind for me. I’ve never fought one,” Levi replied.

Just then, the creature lunged and tackled Levi to the ground, causing him to throw his machete. It began to coat Levi in a greenish goo, making it impossible for him to move.

Hange swung at the creature, nicking it in the back.

The creature screamed before getting off of Levi and tackling Hange to the ground. It’s mouth moved towards Hange’s.

Hange tried to fight back. They pushed and thrashed.

“ ventilabis deinceps !” Hange yelled.

The creature stumbled a few steps but did not relent.

This gave Zeke the opportunity to pick up Levi’s machete and swing it at the creature.

The creature’s head was removed from its body and fell to the ground. A purple red goo covered Hange.

Eren and Mikasa came rushing into the scene just as Zeke picked up the head of the succubus. Mikasa sat Eren down on the ground.

“What happened to him?" Levi asked him.

Mikasa sighed as she unlocked the handcuffs. “He stepped into the den and fell under the creature’s power. Since you killed it, he should be fine,” she said as she unbound his feet.

“So you’re telling me this thing attracts men and then fucks them to death?” Zeke asked as he looked into the creature's eyes. “I mean I’ve hooked up with some really ugly women but this….”

“Succubus can but sometimes they merely suck the life out of people before feasting on them. But you know, I’m fine over here, laying on the ground, covered in some sort of goo,” Levi replied.

“Green really is your color,” Hange agreed.

“Get this goo off of me and get me off of the ground!”

Just then a second, third, and fourth creature emerged from the den.

“Uhh….I think we have company,” Zeke said pointing to the creatures.

“Knife!” Mikasa yelled at Zeke.

Zeke threw the knife, and Mikasa caught it. Her eyes glowed as she extended the knife, turning it almost into a sword of sorts.

Just then, Eren tackled her to the ground.

“Fuck!” she yelled as her body his the ground, the knife sword dropped from her hand.

Eren swung at her, trying to claw at her face. Mikasa pushed against him to no avail.

“Zeke!” She called to Zeke who was fighting with another succubus.

“Kind of busy!” He called back to Mikasa.

“I’m still on the ground,” Levi yelled.

“ ventilabis deinceps !” Hange yelled again, throwing a succubus forward.

Mikasa fought against Eren who continued to pin her down and try to claw her face. She had to do it. She had to use her powers….again. The risk….did it outweigh everything else?

Eren’s eyes seemed to change colors to a red.

He was losing himself.

Eren.

Eren’s life outweighed the risk.

Mikasa’s eyes glowed as she pulled her hand back.

An exchange of energy.

The fog that seemed to have a hold of Eren’s mind lifted.

Mikasa’s world went black.

----------------------------------------------------------

Eren’s eyes opened as soon as Mikasa’s closed.

Zeke went to pick up the knife sword but it collapsed back into the knife.

It was good enough.

Zeke ran the knife through the succubus that he had been fighting. He was covered in the same goo that Hange was covered in.

Hange defeated two creatures as Eren tried shaking Mikasa.

“Mikasa. Hey. Not again. Mikasa,” Eren pleaded with her.

Hange rushed to Mikasa’s side, checking her pulse. “She’s alive. She’s just...she used too much energy. Probably another year off of her life, if not more.”

Eren just stared at Hange.

“We should get her out of here,” Levi said as Zeke helped him up.

Eren scooped Mikasa up and carried her off in the direction of the Impala.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No complaints about the goo.

No one asked to stop after they gathered their things from the hotel. It was the realization that Mikasa was still being hunted and the amount of energy she used probably set off another tracker.

Nine hours later, they arrived at Levi's. Thankfully, Levi's house had multiple showers and Hange, Levi, and Zeke disappeared into them. Eren carried Mikasa downstairs.

He put her down on the cot in the panic room. The wards would keep her safe.

"Why do you keep risking your life for me? Why are you killing yourself for me?" He asked Mikasa before he sat down on the floor. He leaned his back up against the wall.

But Mikasa didn't answer.

Zeke came downstairs.

"Has she woken up yet?" He asked.

Eren shook his head.

"Huh. I wasn't expecting you to still be sitting here to be honest. Are you finally getting over the fact that she's a fairy?"

"No. It's just...I had a nightmare. I was clawing Mikasa's face and then today…"

"Okay? Nightmares happen."

"But it wasn't like a nightmare. It felt real to me. I don't know. What if I'm the real monster?"

Zeke sat down next to his brother on the floor.

"You're not a monster, Eren. You're probably just stressed out. A lot of shit has happened lately. Just relax. If it happens again, then we'll worry about."

Eren nodded.

So the two brothers sat on the ground, trying to figure out what would happen next.

--------------------------------------------------------------

Hange sat down on one side of Levi's desk.

"I'm worried," they confessed.

"You and me both," Levi sighed.

Zeke came up from the basement.

"Is she awake?" Hange asked.

Zeke shook his head. "Last time, she was out for over a day for just a small heal."

"It's a large energy exchange. Her body has never dealt with it well."

"Those creatures were strange. Something is happening. They normally don't travel like that," Levi said as he pulled out a journal.

"I found it strange too."

-------------------------------------------------------

Eren sat by Mikasa's side.

He wanted to know what Hange had meant by years being taken off of Mikasa’s life.

He needed to hear it from Mikasa.

He was so confused.

Life had been simpler when monsters were just monsters.

Grisha had hammered it into Eren’s head that everything that wasn’t human was evil. It was simple. It was us against them.

A demon had killed Carla.

Demons were bad.

Monsters were bad.

But as Eren watched Mikasa's breathing, he couldn’t help but think that there wasn’t an evil bone in her body.

He had told her not to put herself into danger for him, yet she had done it anyway.

“We had a deal,” he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Eren’s shoulder felt like it was on fire and into his veins. He gripped his shoulder.

Moments later, Mikasa woke up with a scream.

She pulled at her shirt sleeve to reveal a large tree with its roots exposed, at least that’s what it looked like to Eren.

“Eren, what did you do?” she demanded.

#comwws

3 notes · View notes

adarlingwrites · 4 years

Text

Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who's willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

XIV

December 28, 2277.

The inside of my mouth feels dry, and I feel like a brahmin trampled my head. What time is it?

Cracking one eye open, I see the top of Percy’s head nestled into my shoulder, her black hair ruffled, and I lean into her warmth, not wanting to get up. I wrapped an arm around her and settled there. Something soft and warm was pressing against my crotch and my eyes shot open.

I’m fully awake now, and I jolted out of the bed. Looking down, I saw that I’m only dressed in boxers, and Percy was wearing nothing but a scanty red nightgown, splayed on the bed and still soundly asleep.

What the hell happened last night?

Did I touch her?

Women bleed when they do it for the first time, right? Dogmeat whined and barked as I tossed the covers away, checking the mattress for blood.

Then I saw it, specks of red on the white sheets and blood staining her thighs. Fuck. This is not happening. This is not happening. She trusted me and I hurt her. No. No, no, no. No!

I stayed away from her as far as possible, sitting in the corner with my shotgun in my hand, breathing ragged. I feel betrayed by myself, for ruining the only good fucking thing I had in… centuries.

What have I done?

I sat there for fuck knows how long, numb.

Percy stirred awake, stretching her limbs out, complaining about being sore. She greeted me good morning but it barely even registers in my ears. Confused, she looks around, clutching her lower belly, and she locks eyes with me.

“Charon, what are you doing there?”

My lungs felt like they were filled with black smoke. I’m choking on my own spit. I tear my eyes away from her with haste. I feel them getting wet.

“Percy, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

I pointed at the blood on her person. Her eyes widened. If she asks me to eat a bullet, I’d do it.

There, I sat, waiting for judgment.

Waiting for the bomb to drop.

Waiting for the world to end all over again.

My memories of the old world dying came flooding in.

October 23, 2077.

The last nuclear siren was being sounded. I stood with the others, waiting for my next orders, but they never came. Each of us kept our contracts in our breast pocket. We thought we would be discharged the day we won Anchorage back in January. They took away our power armor, and sent us to California.

My home. If I had one to return to, anyway. It’s been seven years...

All of us thought our contracts were finally fulfilled. That we’ve paid for the sins of our fathers.

All of us were dead wrong.

Our contracts changed hands so many times, I cannot even remember all of their names. All I know is we were in charge of protecting influential people. Powerful people. People in the government. Governors. Senators. The President.

People who did not think twice before using us for their amusement. People who did not think twice before asking us to kill a political opponent. People who did not think twice before they ordered us to kill rioting protestors who demanded food while they dined on cube steak.

Cruel people.

Evil people.

Magwayen, our medic and the oldest operative, was sweating bullets, her expression haunted, while Xolotl sits on a rock, resignation in his eyes. Azrael was arguing with Vanth and Anubis, while Valkyrie sat beside me, her fingers tangled through her hair.

I was the only one who stood still.

“They won’t abandon us,” said Vanth. Beside her, Anubis nods, face grim. “They promised us that we’d be free of our contracts once every single one of the necessary personnel are in Control Station ENCLAVE. They promised us!”

“Face it Vanth, the military lied to us. Again. I swear to fucking God, you internalized all that bullshit they taught you,” Azrael yells back. “Look around you. Our superiors are nowhere to be found. We no longer have shock collars on our necks. Our contracts means jack shit. You stupid bitch, we should be taking shelter!”

“Don’t you trust the United States of America?! They said they will be here. They will be here!”

“Trust the USA? Trust the USA?! ” Magwayen finally screams, rabid. “Bullshit! They put us through hell just because someone we’re related to are suspected Reds. I don’t know how I managed to fake gobbling up their anti-commie crap just to avoid a beating, or worse, the fucking shock collar. I was nineteen when they started to torture me into being subservient. I thought that was bad, but look at Charon here! How old was he when he got brought to the facility? Eleven. You trust a government who would do that to a child? ”

“What the hell are you even trying to say, Mag?” Anubis cuts in.

“Don’t you get it? We’re disposable to them. They never treated us as people in the first place. They’ve milked us dry and now they’re tossing us away. I don’t know about you, but I’m not sticking around. I’m finally free of those miserable bastards and I-”

Before Magwayen can finish her rant, Vanth puts a bullet in her head. Mag’s body flops to the floor like a ragdoll. The shotgun blast tore through her skull, bone and mush strewn over the sand.

“What the hell was that for?!”

“You know our orders, Xolotl. Terminate anyone who would run away. If any of you tries to flee I will not hesitate to kill you!”

“This is nuts!”

My fellow operatives were killing each other, while I stood there, watching the mushroom cloud in the distance.

Beside me, Valkyrie is wailing as it grows. The debris was starting to fly towards us. In the corner of my eye, I see it. Valkyrie’s shoving the muzzle of her gun to the roof of her mouth. I don’t even know if I heard a gunshot or another explosion. Probably both.

My legs wanted to run away as I watched the cloud of debris approaching, but I felt the phantom pain of electricity shooting through my neck, tearing through my cheeks, and I stayed where I was. My pants are warm with blood and my own piss, eyes brimming with tears, as I watched the world end.

It was so bright.

Memories of all the crimes I’ve committed in the name of the United States of America bombards me as the heat tore my skin off my body.

I must be in hell and receiving the appropriate punishment.

Watching Percy’s blank expression, I feel like I’m being cooked alive by the heat again.

Waiting to be damned again. I have another sin I have to pay for.

“If you wish to terminate me for this violation, or have me terminate myself, I will gladly do so.”

Percy kneels in front of me.

“What are you talking about? Charon, you did nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong? What I did was worse than a violation of our contract. I’ve squandered the trust you put in me and-”

“No, I mean, you really did not do anything, big guy. I’m on my period, Jesus Christ. You didn’t stab me in your sleep.”

A cry I didn’t know I was holding back jumped from my lungs. I tossed my shotgun to the side, and put my arms around her.

“I know you can never hurt me, silly,” she laughed into my chest, muffled.

“I thought I raped you.”

Pulling away from me, Percy looks at me with a dumbfounded expression, which was quickly replaced with pity when she looks at my face. Her thumb wipes away the warm moisture under my eye.

I was crying?

Dammit.

“Oh God, Charon.”

Aside from me fucking crying, it registered to us that I was having another panic attack. We did the same thing we did when the Enclave landed in the memorial. The grounding techniques. The dog licked my face as we went through it. When my heart finally slows down, Percy sighs and takes my hands in hers.

“Charon, I don’t think you’re capable of such a thing.”

“Alcohol impairs judgment.”

“Alcohol isn’t an excuse to touch people without their consent. You’re either an abuser, or you’re not, with or without it.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t feel the need to.

“Look, I haven’t really opened up to anyone about this in detail, not even to Butch or Amata, but remember Stevie?”

I nod. I looked in her eyes and they were somber.

“He was drunk on duty when he caught me using my BB gun in the vault’s lower wards,” Percy almost whispers, voice breaking. “He said he needed to bring me to the vault’s precinct. I did what any scared 16-year old did. Comply.”

“Percy, you don’t have to recount your experiences to prove a point.”

“Let me do this, Charon. I want to do this.”

Sighing, I nod, and she drew closer to me.

“Stevie... he sodomized me,” Percy whispers. “He did it under the influence, and it happened multiple times over the course of months,” she continues, meeting my eyes. Swallowing my own spit felt like choking on stones as I listened to her.

“You didn’t. The fact that you feel terrified at the mere suspicion of doing it says a lot about you. You’re a good person,” my friend tells me, her small hand sliding up my cheek to comfort me.

“No. Percy, I am not. Remember when those bastards in Tenpenny Tower asked you why you were treating me like a person? You said that it was just the bare minimum. That’s just what I did. Bare minimum.”

“Fair,” Percy sighs. “But for what it’s worth? I feel you’re the person I can be piss-wasted vulnerable with. I trust you.”

Feeling the urge to bury my face in her hair, I asked for permission to come closer, and she nods. Inhaling sharply, I let the tears come.

“You put too much trust in me.”

“You’ve proven worthy of it.”

“Percy, I need to say something.”

This angel looks at me with those eyes again. I figured it out now, the emotions they carry. They were brimming with trust and devotion.

“Maybe the talk about the Enclave the night before triggered it, but what happened earlier pushed me over the edge. I had another recall.”

I pause to see if she’s still listening. She was doing so, intently. “Continue.”

“My mind went back to the day the bombs dropped. I was contemplating all the things I did under the Enclave’s employ. The bombs skinning me felt like an appropriate punishment. When I thought I hurt you, I felt like the world was ending all over again.”

Percy squeezes my hand.

“When I said that you were the best thing that happened in my life, I said that with full sincerity. I do not want to risk that in any shape or form. You are my employer, but you’ve treated me far more than a simple employee. I’m not sure...”

The words aren’t coming out.

“Yes?”

I wanted to ask her what the “love you” meant. Does she ever remember it?

She says that to the dog all the time. She can’t be serious. Still, a decrepit part of my mind wanted to bring it up.

Then my mind wanders to the jeers and insults people threw at my mistress for having my company. The dirty, judgmental looks. Their disgust. Surely that “love you” was a lapse in judgment, right?

I better not encourage it.

Perhaps one day I’ll ask her. But not today.

“Nevermind.”

I pull away from her and collect myself.

“You should clean up.”

Percy opened her mouth to say something, but a growl bubbled from her stomach. Blushing, she nods.

“Right. I should. Let’s get something to eat.”

As soon as we’re dressed, Percy curses when she sees the time on her Pip-Boy.

“Fuck, it’s already 2 PM. How long did we sleep?”

“12 hours tops.”

“Okay. Let’s get lunch at Gary’s Galley then hit the road. We need to find Lamplight.”

I raise a brow at her suggestion. “Are you sure we should travel while hungover?”

I follow Percy through the stairs. “There’s no time. We can’t risk the Enclave finding the GECK before we do.”

“If you insist.”

Lunch was mostly quiet. The food tasted bland in my mouth despite being well-seasoned. Percy was chewing on her third Mirelurk cake while I simmered in my own thoughts. Before we got out of the city, Percy entrusted Dogmeat to DeLoria, leaving him with caps and a copy of a key to her house in Megaton.

When we hit the road, I was still thinking about the “love you”, the incident from earlier, and what lies ahead for us. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings.

That was a grave mistake.

When we approached Anacostia Crossing, they jumped us. The mercs. Talon Company. My senses were sharper than Percy’s and I didn’t sense their presence. I was caught off guard when one of the bastards threw a bag over my head.

Why did I ever allow myself to become this distracted? Goddamn idiot!

I hear it, Percy’s angry yells as one of the men dragged her into the station. I fired blindly at my assailant, but more of them came, beating my head with batons until I was fucking bloody.

My head spinning, they tied me up, and dragged us deeper into the metro. Then, we stopped. One of them forced me to kneel, then ripped the bag from my head.

“We did it boys! We finally caught the little saint from the vault and this ugly motherfucker,” one of them yells in triumph, and I can barely see Percy spitting in his face from the blood that soaked my left eye.

A yelp escapes her when the asshole backhands her, sending her glasses flying backward. “Let’s see if you’re still so feisty after that, bitch.”

Squinting, Percy looks up to him. “Fuck you.”

He hits her again. I was thrashing hard, unable to protect her. One of the Talon mercs whipped my head with the butt of a pistol and I landed hard on the gravel. The fucker squeezed my jaw while forcing me to get up and I bit him, hard enough to draw blood.

“Argh, fuck! The zombie bit me!”

“Put him down already!”

“Not yet. I wanna watch him suffer while we rough up his girlfriend.”

“Do not fucking touch her,” I growled.

“You know what? I have an idea,” said their ringleader. “Boys, time for some torture.”

I lunged forward, my skull colliding with the bastard’s cheek. Percy takes this opportunity to slip from one of the mercs’ grasp, but his hand caught her Pip-Boy glove.

My contract flies to the ground.

One of the mercs picked it up.

No.

#tw: whump #lone wanderer #female lone wanderer #charon #fallout charon #charon fallout #charon fallout 3 #fallout 3 charon #butch deloria #oc: percy zhou #fanfic: absolution #series: through river acheron #fallout 3 #fallout fanfic #writers on tumblr #tw: past non-con #tw: suicide by firearm

7 notes · View notes

z-iridest · 4 years

Note

Dabi is in a arranged marriage the he meets his wife for the first time on their wedding day when she walks down the isle. He is surprised to find out she didn’t want to get married isn’t very fond of him and even a bit troublesome to deal with how will Dabi win his beautiful new tsudere wife over?

(Authorchan: *evil laughter* Oh boy, what a treat! I couldn't wait for this! Hope you enjoy what you've done, @fakeanimefanntnt!)

Warning: Language, fluff at some point

No way in hell did Dabi ever want to get married...

His status as a villain wouldn't allow it, his wife would be in constant danger even if he wanted to be married. Hell, he didn't have time to worry about having a wife, let alone finding one, but an arranged marriage had already been planned out. Considering that his own parents were a quirk marriage, he fucking hated this idea with a passion. It was bad enough to be married, but to someone he didn't even know?! Twice had to hold him down keep him from running from this. And why was this marriage happening?

To form a fucking alliance with goddamn Overhaul!

The fact that Shigaraki had even thought about stooping to this level pissed him off. In fact, Twice was the only one keeping Dabi from burning Shigaraki to hell with his quirk in that second. Smoke had even started coming off him by the time his bride had finally started walking down the asile.

The sight of you made him do a double take, and the smoke coming off him instantly disappeared. You were scowling, looking like you hated this as much as he did. He watched as your e/c eyes turned a hateful glare toward Chisaki, who seemed to be reveling in your misery. Despite your sour mood, it didn't look like you had half assed anything about your looks. Very little makeup was done, but you were radiating with beauty, your h/c done in a way that complimented your face. You looked so beautiful, Dabi wondered why the fuck he was the one being forced to marry you. He had scars all over him, along with many piercings... That was about when he remembered Shigaraki would most likely incinerate you the first time he fully touched you, and between his scarred ass and Twice's split down the middle personality crazy ass, it was no wonder he'd been chosen as tribute.

When you finally reached him, he noticed that the scowl from your face hadn't fallen as you looked at your soon to be husband. As Kurogiri began the ceremony, he spoke lowly, his words coming out as a growl, "Listen, doll, I ain't exactly keen on this either. You think I had a fucking clue what was going on before today?"

"I don't see you doing a goddamn thing to stop it." You growled right back, glaring unafraid into his teal eyes.

"Unfortunately, I don't got a goddamn choice here, sweetheart. Leader's orders. Why aren't you doing a goddamn thing about it?" He shot your own words back at you.

"I don't got much of a choice either, asshat. Leader's orders." You fired back.

If only he'd known that the fiery personality you showed him at the ceremony was only the beginning....

Dabi honestly should have known just how goddamn frustrating this would be... You were a fucking firecracker. You two bickered and bantered like an old married couple, firing insult after insult at each other pretty much every second of the day. At night, the two of you would sleep as far away from each other as possible, backs to each other. As the marriage went on a year, the alliance fell apart, which meant that the whole marriage had been for absolutely nothing...

But, he wasn't going to half ass it anymore.

You came home one night, exhausted as fuck and already pissed because you knew it was gonna be a fight to try to get him to cook dinner. You were too tired to do much of anything that moment, but the smell of something really fucking good came to your nose. What in the fuck? You thought as you walked toward the kitchen. Your husband had his back to you, his teal eyes on whatever he was doing. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, he spoke first.

"Go sit the fuck down, doll, I got dinner covered tonight." He spoke, his voice having a slight caring tone. He had heard your footsteps coming toward him the minute you came. Being a villain sometimes had its perks.

"Don't fucking boss me around, piss ant." You fired at him, but Dabi couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction when he hears your footsteps walking away toward the couch. He heard the sigh that left you as soon as you plopped down on the couch.

"Long day at work?" He asked you.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Was what he got back. He figured you were working on taking off your boots.

"I'm still your damn husband whether you like it or not, baby doll. Is it wrong to care about my tsundere wife?" He shot back.

"You've never goddamn cared before." Your response made him pause a bit.

"Yeah, well, that fucking changes. I've been really half assing this lately, and as much as I hated this marriage to begin with, that's not what you goddamn deserve." Dabi told you, for once, speaking from his heart. When he got silence, he almost feared that you had left, but he heard footsteps behind him. He finished what he was doing and held up a spoonful of food. "Try this. You want me to add anything?" He asked. You let him feed you the bite of food, an eyebrow going up when it hit your tastebuds.

"Wow, you actually cooked something decent." Still with the pride? Dabi shrugged it off and made you a plate.

"Go sit down already, doll." He told you. You glared at him but walked to the table. He brought you your food, and your drink before going to get his own food and sitting down across from you. When you only had one last bite of food left, you spoke again.

"For the record... You're right, I did have a long day, and a shitty one at that. The Hissaikai is going to shit, the pro heroes invaded the hideout today." You told him. He froze as he looked at you, finding himself relieved you had even managed to get away. Mind you, he still would have broken you out of prison even if you had managed to get yourself arrested... Somehow... "I had to fight my way out, and Chisaki was pissed when he found out I booked it." That was when you had winced, clutching your right side.

"Who hurt you?" Dabi growled out, instantly on his feet and coming around to you before moving your shirt up enough to see the wound. It was badly bleeding. Why the fuck hadn't you said something when you first got home?!

"One of the fucking kids with the pros got me pretty good... Not sure what kind of quirk he had... What the fuck are you doing?" You watched as he exited the room and came back with a first aid kit a few minutes later.

"The fuck does it look like, doll?" He asked as he knelt down next to you again, taking out a clean gauze pad and hydrogen peroxide. You immediately moved to jump away, but he was faster, reaching out and grabbing your wrist just as you slightly moved. "Goddamn it, Y/N, stay put! I know it's gonna sting like a bitch, but it's better to clean the damn thing than let it get infected and have it hurt worse or get you fucking sick! Let me fucking take care of you!" He shouted, the last sentence being yelled with a desperate tone. Had he wanted this marriage at first? No, but that didn't mean he didn't care about you. You were still his wife, and god knows he had fallen in love with you all this time you've been married to him, albeit only a year having gone by...You blinked at him and he sighed. "I'll be as gentle as I can, baby, but it might still sting." He warned, his voice soft as he spoke.

He then began gently cleaning the wound. He apologized softly everytime you hissed in pain, but it was soon over, Dabi gently wrapping the wound in gauze bandages. He stood back up and looked down at you before taking your plate for you. "I've got kitchen duty, go get some rest." He said before he walked toward the kitchen, not leaving any room for an argument. You sat there watching him for a minute before getting up and walking to your bedroom to change. What the fuck was happening to you?

That night, the both of you laid in bed with your backs to each other, though neither of you had really fallen asleep. "Dabi?" You spoke, questioning whether he was still awake. A grunt was the response you received. "Thank you." You told him, though you hesitated. You felt the sheets crinkling. Dabi had turned towards you. You glanced over your shoulder to see Dabi looking at you.

"I wasn't gonna let you bleed to death, doll. You know me better than that." He told you, seeing the sincerity in your eyes. He was finally getting through to you. "Now, c'mere." He raised one arm. He watched as you stayed put for a second before scooting closer to him. As soon as you within his range, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you as he laid on his side. You were forced to place your head on his chest, feeling him nuzzle into your hair as you listened to his heartbeat. Your cheeks flushed when you felt him kiss your head. "I sure as hell ain't letting another bastard, kid or not, hurt you ever again." He growled out. You wrapped your arms around him in response, feeling him hold you tighter.

Maybe being married to this fireball wasn't such a bad thing after all....

34 notes · View notes

dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 4 years

Text

Secret baby ch 17

drKiyoko throws her food all over the floor for the third time today and Dabi sighs as he picks it up, back popping and complaining. She’s been fussy about her food lately, throwing most of her food on the floor and screaming. Teething is, of course, to blame for the tantrums but it’s still exhausting. She’s already 10 months old, teething and pulling herself into a standing position. Her wings often cause her to overbalance and tumble sideways, round face a picture of confusion with her golden eyes open wide in shock. If she flaps her wings very hard she can manage to get herself airborne for a couple seconds now but it never lasts very long. He’s got another job today, he’s been taking them with more frequency and has completely quit his self run business. Giran had wanted him on it. He’s gotten good at slipping on a villian persona for his job and has even started gaining confidence from it to apply in his regular life. Kiyoko is left at her babysitters with minimum tears shed and Dabi heads out to the Cafe.

Today’s mission’s start out smooth enough until the last one, just a reminder to stick to a schedule and pass on some details about distributing goods only in Giran’s territory. It doesn't go well, first he’s left to wait outside for over an hour in the rain. Then he’s taken to a sketchy empty basement of a room. The last and final straw comes when the alpha across from him routinely interrupts and talks over his short message. She threatens to send him home missing a few fingers and when Dabi challenges her to make good on her threat she pulls out a knife. Soaked and pissed off Dabi starts steaming, access water evaporating off his hot skin.

“Keep threatening me and I have the right to defend myself.” He snarls, shoulders back and tense, he removes his hands from his pockets ready to light this bitch on fire and be done with the day. Giran wasn’t even attached that much to her. He had been assigned to her because Giran usually gave him the more difficult clients these days, because most of them tended to listen to a man who left ashes or severe burn marks. Several of them ended up as ash on the floor but neither of them were too worked up about that. The more respect Dabi earned the more ashes had to be left on the ground. He’d stopped losing sleep over after the first month, it was self defense anyways. “Last and only warning. You’re sounding an awful lot like you don’t care. Giran doesn't stand for this behavior, it attracts Heroes or worse the Police.”

“‘I’d worry about it if it was ever going to get back to him. No one ever saw you here today. No one will miss you if you disappear, No one would even notice. “ she grins , licking her top lip and lunges for him. She’s ashes in seconds and he roasts anyone who comes at him on his way out. Passing by a trashed office desk he sees a young teen hiding underneath it.

“Stay there until the building’s clear. Can you go to the Police?” he quietly asks and gets a small shy nod in response. Dabi ends the day with walking the teen to a Police station and leaving him instructions to let them know that the group he just took down had been affiliated with Giran and would be taken care of. He makes his way back to the Cafe soaking wet and exhausted, He still has to report what happened to Giran and settle on the amount he gets paid. The old debt is thankfully gone now, paid off quickly enough.

He stomps into the warm cafe and takes off his wet hoodie as he waits for Giran. Ordering a hot chocolate as well, without his quirk active he is feeling the cool autumn air.Girain joins him with 2 cups of coffee he swipes from the counter, he knew he was going to need both the second he saw Dabi’s scowl coming in.

“Didn’t go well? I knew she was getting a little out of line but how bad was it?” Giran asks as he starts drinking the first one down and relaxes into the plush armchair.

“Well she’s dead as are her groupies. Came at me with a knife and I took her out and anyone else who came after me. There had been a Kid there she was having man a desk, not one of yours. So i took him to the station and gave him the usual talk.” he popped the lid off his hot chocolate and gulped half of it down in one go. “We take responsibility and let the Pigs know we took care of it.”

Nodding Giran pulled out his cell, and opened the calculator app. “How many you get rid of for me?”

“Around 5 actually came at me, the rest took off the second they saw her go down. Figured they don’t know anything so I let them escape.” He tapped his fingers on the table as Giran silently logged the work and did some calculations. “I would like to move up Giran. I think at this point it's just easier if i apply for a shovel, but by myself. Not with a partner like you usually have them work.” He drains the rest of his chocolate, feeling warmer and knowing he will have to get going soon anyways before his scent suppressors wear off.

“Are you sure Dabi?” Giran squints at him across the table and pushes the second coffee over at him, Dabi certainly looks like he needs it more than him. “You’ve got that baby at home and this is dangerous. There’s a reason I always have people do this in two’s, sometimes more. Lessens chance of getting caught yeah but you also have a higher chance of going home to your baby girl.”

Dabi shoves his chair backwards and makes a grab for the coffee, planning on using it as a temporary weapon to give him some time to get out of the cafe. Throw the hot liquid in Girans face and use the time to get out. Girans hand wraps around his wrist before he can grasp it.

“Smart, but it’s not even hot enough to slow someone down sweetheart.” his grasp on dabi’s hand is firm and does not allow him to pull his hand back but is deliberately not tight enough to be harmful. “Calm down hon. I've known about her from the start. I don’t bail everyone out that fast unless there’s a reason they can usually wait a couple days.”

“You- you've known? So that mission where you called and told me to get out of the building as fast as I could?” Dabi doesn't relax despite the calming scent coming from Giran trying to assure him it was okay, and the hand gently rubbing small circles on his wrist.

“Why haven't you said anything before now?” Dabi eases himself back down into his chair. “You’ve acted like you don’t know why I’m always dipping out as soon as possible and need a couple days' notice for job’s.”

“You were in a real bad spot when you called Dabi. Promising anything to a guy you didn’t know. Your kid was whimpering in the background.” Giran lights a cigar and takes a large puff, not meeting Dabi’s eyes as he struggles to get it to light with shaky hands. “I didn’t want to scare you any more than you already were. So I didn’t mention it. If you moved up to shovel on your own there would be no one there to back you up kid.”

“I can’t work with someone else either, Giran, I don’t want anyone else asking questions about my baby girl and half the people I'm talking to these days end up ashes anyways.” he sips at the coffee he was seconds from throwing onto Giran. “ i can check in before and after each job and I’ve got a string quirk. If something was going to happen then it would have already happened.”

Giran sits there for a while, thinking it over. Dabi finishes the coffee and stands up to toss the cups away. “After every single job you call me, and as you're walking in as well.”

Dabi held out his hand and gave Giran a smile when he shook it. “Then I'm officially one of your shovels and working for you full time. I’m looking forward to it, Giran.”

@mostladylikeladythateverladied @ruelukas22 @xxsnowchildxx @i-like-to-shruggy @drxgonstone

#dabihawks #bnha dabi #fanfiction #omegadabi #omegaverse #alphakeigo #secretbabyfic #i forgot to tag last time sry #last couple times evidently oops #thedarkonewrites

9 notes · View notes

amnachil · 4 years

Text

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 3

Wow, sorry for the lack of uptade. Work kept me busy... Anyway, here’s the next part!

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Tuesday March 19

He moaned with pleasure. Gabriel's tongue had soothing effects. The man was gifted. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey groaned again. He shivered and his hands grabbed the other dude's head. A slow but warm licking made him twitch. He came shortly after. This is what I call a fellatio. Gabriel was defintely very talented. When this later raised his head, the junior blinked. For a dreadful moment, he pictured Liam at his place, eyes full of lust and mouth ready to suck his cock. Oh for the seven hells. That was something he could only dream of.

"So about your prey." whispered Gabriel.

It caught Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's full attention. Right, I asked him to come because I hope he has intel. He's the official whore of the campus after all.

"Many hunters are on the move." he explained. "A 5000$ bounty is not something you see everyday."

Gabriel stood up and smiled. He was a very average dude but damn, his lips were made to suck dicks. Anyway, the Dean's grandson already knew that crap. He needed names.

"Nobody knows who is behind this but the community thinks it's someone important." continued the lad. "Some of them even think it's you."

"Is a load of shit from a bunch of retards the only thing you found out ?"

"Nah man. Even if we don't know the culprit, we know he used the community's local website to distribute his hunting party. Besides, he already proved he must be taken seriously : he created a forum to share pics and intel about the prey. Anyone who release news earns money. So a hunter has two choices : either go for the 5000$ bounty, either find some intels and sell them to the community. You told me you had someone investigating on this ?"

"Yes I have a girl who know her stuff around computers working on this."

The more he learnt about this whole story, the more Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wanted to break some bones. How the hell a fucking asshole dared have a price put on his boyfriend's head ?

"Anyway." continued Gabriel. "As for the hunters themselves... I know for sure that Lucy Lopez tried to approach the prey. Also, the newbie Sophia Jacobs is on the move."

These two bitches. Once I'm done with them, they will go back crying in their mother's pussies. Fuck them both. Lucy used her natural charms to hunt so she won't be much of a problem. The baboon wouldn't fall for such an easy trick. But Sophia... She was way more subtle. I'll teach her a lesson soon enough...

Sadly, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had a more important matter to attend to. And no, it wasn't the baboon. I'm not that addicted to him anyway ! He would rather cut his own dick than admitting he missed Liam Strucker. He arrived to his flat a little past noon. Of course they were already here : his great father, his mother and his sister. Fuck this. I don't have time for family. He intented to do this quick and then, Sophia would learn what a dick in her pussy could do.

"There he is !" shouted joyfully Ms. Carrey. "My little gummy bunny !"

If only dying of embarrassment was possible. She trapped him in her arms before he could even react.

"Oh I missed you so much !" she yelled even louder. "Come here."

I'm sure she's breaking my ribs. His big sister Kristen Sylvia smiled.

"You're late gummy bunny." she said. "We're supposed to meet for lunch."

"Everything is already cooked." he replied. "All we have to do is go inside once mom stops crushing me."

It made them laugh. Damn he hated these family reunion. Thanks god his father wasn't here. They quickly visited his place. His mother commented everything. Even the closet full of condom that he had forgot to hide. Fuck that.

"I'm happy to see you're protecting yourself gummy bunny." she said while his sister burst into laughters. "But don't you think you've a little too much ?"

His grandfather gave him a dirty look that Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey returned. I was too busy with the bounty mess to care.

"By the way my precious gummy bunny !" shouted suddenly Ms. Carrey. "Don't think I haven't noticed how chubbier you are. Going a little soft my baby ?"

The junior grunted. She was so... so... he didn't know how to qualify her.

"Wait a second." she continued, not very concerned by his pride as a man. "Condoms, a little weight gain... Does that mean you have finally met someone ?!"

Oh no no no. No ! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey recognised that glint in her eyes. He gulped when she shrieked loud enough to be heard by the whole college. His grandfather and his sister covered their ears promptly. The scream lasted for an eternity. Now he was pretty sure to be deaf for the rest of his life.

"I want to meet her." his mother said.

"Him." he corrected, frankly pissed.

At this point, he knew he had no choice but to comply. She would never let it go. He inherited her stubbornness after all.

"Him ? It's a him ?!" she exclaimed. "Oh this is the best day of my life ! My little gummy bunny finally got a man ! And they've an healthy sex live ! Hey old man, do you hear that ? He has a boy and they fuck !"

His great father pulled a face. After all these years, he wasn't fully used to his daughter in law's eccentricity. And he probably wasn't totally convinced by this boyfriend's thing, since he knew his grandson's reputation. This later was red as a tomato. He never actually fucked with the baboon but the idea... The idea made him hard as a rock and flustered like a teenage girl hit by pheromones.

"Tomorow. Diner." Ms. Carrey concluded. "And that's my final word."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was so horny, pissed and embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. So he nodded. We're doomed. The only rationnal thought he managed to come with was that Sophia was about to live the best night of her pathetic existence...

He decided to call the baboon late in the evening, once he was finally at peace in his bedroom. His mother and sister had been constantly babbling about his boyfriend. Damn he was so tired of them. And it has only been one day... Well, at least Sophia wouldn't be a problem anymore. The girl would take at least a month to recover from their time together.

"Hello ?"

The baboon's voice sounded close to a whisper. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey glanced at his clock. 11 pm. Damn I woke him up.

"Baboon big news. Tomorow, you and I will have diner with my mother and my sister."

A long blank followed. Was it because Liam was shocked or only because his slow brain was still processing, no one could tell.

"Okay." he eventually said. "Can I go back to sleep now ?"

"Sure."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't sure the message had been understood. But he had done his part.

Liam Wednesday March 20

"That won't do." he complained. "It's terrible."

Behind him, Nate whined. He rolled on the bed like a bored pet.

"I'm sorry but there is no way I wear this."

Nick chuckled when the shortest lad mimiced the act of strangulation. I'm glad to see he's taking it this way. Liam's bestfriend had been very moody these past few days, but he was seriously improving. He started to smile more naturally again, and to speak with them voluntary. Nick and him called that the Archibald phenomenon. (But Liam still had a weird feeling about this man). (He just didn't know why.).

"Maybe try your pink shirt with your blue jeans ?" suggested Colton.

The chestnut lad nodded. He needed to find a good outfit for tonight's diner. When Dami had called yesterday, he hadn't listened because he genuinely needed to sleep. (Who doesn't sleep at 11 pm ?!). (Only the geek brotherhood which Nick belonged to, criminals and super heroes like Dami he guessed.). But on the late morning, when his boyfriend recalled him they had a family diner, he paniced. He wasn't ready for this ! They weren't even dating for that long ! Lost in his thought, he reversed the buttons of his shirt and had to do it again. His friends repressed their laughs while he struggled to do it right. He looked at his reflection and pouted. The shirt was supposed to be loose but it was tight-skin. It showed his strongs arms pretty well... And his soft middlesection too. The slight curve of his belly pleased him. The jeans were snug, obviously. He could already forget the idea to wear a belt.

"You look nice." complimented Colton.

Not to be pessimistic but half-teddy bear like you can't be objective. I'm sure everything looks nice to you. Liam sighed. The zipper was digging in his squishy tummy. His ass looked too meaty. Dami's mother would take him for a child who didn't know how to dress properly.

"That's terrible." he confessed. "I look awful."

"Dude you shouldn't think like that." intervened Nick. "Self-depreciation doesn't suit you at all. You're tall, brawny as fuck and sweet like an angel..."

"Angel ain't that sweet, trust me." he retorted very seriously. (Because yes he had heard things about them.) (Bad things).

"Okay maybe you're also a little stupid." mumbled his roommate before Nate punched him in the gut.

"I think you guys don't understand." Liam explained. "When we went to meet my father, Dami wore a classy suit. He was so... so handsome. And look at me. I'm just your regular kid who try to act all grown up... "

To be clear, the chestnut lad didn't hate his body or anything like that but... He doesn't feel very confident with himself. (When you grow up with a mutant like Raphaël for comparison, it is common sense to accept yourself for what you were, or you would end up in depression.). (So Liam knew he wasn't ugly, but he didn't trust himself for all that.).

"You're a amazing dude who doesn't realise how attractive he can be." replied Nate. "Liam, would you trust me if I tell you there is nothing to worry about ? You're great in any clothes you wear, and I'm sure Damian think the same."

The others nodded in unison. Liam smiled timidely. He had very good friends even for dressing stuff. (Yeah it wasn't very manly for a bunch of young men to speak about clothes but who care ?).

The little confidence he had managed to build up shattered when he faced Dami, his sister and his mother. His boyfriend introduced them as Kristen and Laurelia Carrey. The first one looked nice, and she quickly put him at ease. But Dami's mother... It took only one second for Liam to realise she was a magical being. Her eyes were shining with pure joy. Her smile irradiated the surroundings like the sun itself.

"Oh my oh my !" she shouted. "My little gummy bunny is dating such a vision ! Come inside ! C'mon !"

As they all followed her, Dami grabbed Liam's hand.

"You never heard this nickname." he whispered to his ear. "You'll never use it or I swear to god you won't live another day."

The chesnut lad smiled stupidly. I don't really heard what she said to be honest. I'm way too stressed. They sat around the table and began to eat. Honestly, Liam didn't have much to do. Ms. Carrey talked, talked and continued to talk. She never seemed to stop. He could tell Dami was getting pissed, but no one dared interrupt her. (Well, since Dami had cooked the diner, Liam was too busy enjoying his plate to really listen). He focused back on her chattering when he finished his food.

"And it remind me how much of a prude boy Dami was in highschool." she was relating. "I'm pretty sure it's you Liam dear who did all the first steps. Otherwise, he would have never been deflowered."

Maybe I shouldn't have listen. The freshman could feel his cheeks redden. It was very hot in here. He glanced at Dami, who was chocking on his food. His sister Kristen chuckled.

"You must be very talented if he needs a full closet of condoms." Ms. Carrey continued, failing to take note of the atmosphere. "Oh my, a hottie like you can only be fully equipped if you know what I mean ?"

What was she talking about now ? Fully equipped ? He didn't understood what she meant at all, but Dami was now blushing as hell. He looked so flustered, it made Liam twitch. He felt pins and needles around his crotch. Oh. Now I get it. His boyfriend's mother was a goddess of love. It explained his succubus's tendancies.

"Mom I think you're embarrassing gummy bunny." intervened Kristen. "Let's talk about something less private okay ? So Liam, I don't remember your last name ? Someone cute like you must be famous around here right ?"

"Not really." he answered. "And it's Strucker."

Only when he finished, he noticed Dami's widening eyes. His boyfriend face-palmed. A blank followed. Suddenly, the women looked less friendly.

"Strucker as in Isaac Strucker ?" asked Ms. Carrey. "Dami you must be kidding me ?"

"Diner is over." grumbled the junior. "Baboon, I think you should leave fast."

Liam looked at him, perplexed. Then, he looked at his mother. Oh. She was like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding. He stood up quickly and followed his boyfriend.

"Sorry." this one mumbled. "But this isn't good. I'll try to calm her so I can't escort you back home."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." assured the younger. "But what's the deal ?"

"I told you, my father and your ain't friends. Just go fast."

A scary scream made him obey promptly. The goddess of love wasn't happy at all.

He was almost home when he ran into the witch. She was waiting right in front of his building, blocking the way. Liam hid in the nearest bush as fast as possible. Damn. I think it's because the goddess is angry. What were his options ? What could he do ?

"I'm speaking to you man."

Surprised, he fell on his behind when he realised the witch was right here ! Oh no, I havn't been careful ! He made a little pray for the unicorns.

"Are you hurt ?" she asked.

Graciously, almost tenderly, she sat next to him. She put her hands on his chest and back with a wide smile. He could smell her poisonous aura. She was gonna eat him or something.

"I'm Lucy by the way." she whispered. "Nice to finally meet you."

She tried to strangle him, (or at least he thought) but he suddenly pulled himself out.

"You won't get me !" he yelled.

He managed to run to the corridor before she even got up. Without a look for her, he climbed the stairs and went in his apartment. She's so scary. I need to be very careful from now on. At least he had escaped the witch once again.

Nicolas Friday March 22 – Saturday March 23

Nick was very proud to be a genius. He always had good ideas. Or at least, he liked to think so. But well, this plan to learn how to swim was the worst he had ever thought of. His fear of water was slowly fading but going to the pool had become a real torture.

"Hey there fatty !" someone claimed when he entered in the wide facility.

He heard Rebecca's loud laugh. I hate them. Some people went to talk to Colton, who arrived with him. How come they were so nice with his friend and yet so mean towards him ? Seriously, he had never done anything to them. Of course Colton tried to speak for him but it didn't work very well... Nick noticed Theo watching them from afar. The captain outlined a smile, but the raven-haired lad knew he wouldn't come nearer. This whole have-sex-with-a-hottie thing didn't end well. Not only the junior didn't want to teach him anymore, but Laura also got away from him. Nick's field of vision was suddenly obstructed by Rebecca.

"Are you sure you're doing any real exercise ?" she teased. "Because you look fatter than in my memories."

He clenched his fists but didn't answer. She isn't wrong, I gained some weight. Again. But she has no right to talk to me like that. He was so pissed at himself to have been friend with such an hateful girl.

"Anyway, I didn't come to talk with you about your fat gut." she continued. "Me and some friends are organizing a little party in my flat next tuesday. I wondered if you and Liam wanted to come since we're neighbour and all ?"

Nick grunted. Was it a joke ? She bullies me and then she invites me to a party ? I'm not stupid.

"Yeah big bad idea." he replied.

Her smile grew larger when Colton arrived. She was definitely planning something. He didn't like that.

"Hey Colton." she greeted him. "Would Liam and you like to come to a party next tuesday ? Nick already declined but I thought I would invite you too. After all, it's Liam and you I want to see."

"I can ask Liam." assured the lad.

Damn this dude. He's so nice, he can't say no... So they got trapped by his kindness, great. Colton probably didn't notice the evil's grin Rebecca made. For once, Nick had to agree with Liam : the dude was a living teddy bear.

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : Sorry I'm late. >

< TheSavior : dw my day sucked alrdy. >

< Imagenius : I was talkin to my hnter friend. So i think i will become one too but there are conditions lol I want to know what this big hunt is abut >

< Abeautifulwomen : didn't know you were so serious abut it Ima ! So what do u hav 2 do ? >

< Imagenius : if i want to join the hunter community i must catch a prey. Meaning maybe i'll get laid this time ! It had been so long !! >

< TheSavior : you're so pathetic >

< Abeautifulwomen : +1 >

< Imagenius : whatever you say fellas :/. So my friend gonna help me cuz he is nice like that. I need to find a prey and that's it. Sav, your roommate isn't available ? >

< TheSavior : No. And you never saw his face, I only sent a pick of his butt ! And we ain't in the same college... >

< Imagenius : can't be sure we never met in real life lol >

< Abeautifulwomen : true that. Would be nice one day. We know eachother for years now. And i could prove to Ima i'm a girl once and for all. >

< Imagenius : won't believe it until i see it >

< TheSavior : Guys don't be nostalgic that's boring. Let's go play now. >

Nick knocked another beer back and belched loudly. That was a good meal. It was for this kind of night that he loved college. No parents to nag, no siblings to bother him. His console, food and beer, it was everything he needed. The squeaking of a door indicated him his peace was about to end. Indeed, Nate entered in the living room. He stared at the many emptied bags of crips and bottle of beer before he sat next to Nick. Nightmare again I guess.

"Wanna play ?" he asked.

His friend declined in silent. He had dark circle under the eyes, and a very bad look. But Nick knew better than asking him to talk. He changed a lot since he moved here. They had met in a summer camp like five years ago. At the time, Nate had been the most joyful boy Nick had ever seen. They had bonded easily. But nowadays, something had died in the shortest lad.

"You can take a beer or some food if you want." Nick offered. "I always take too much, which is the main reason why I'm fat now."

"Sorry, I'm not hungry." replied curtly Nate.

Silence followed. The raven-haired lad focused on his game. It was a difficult level and his partners weren't that good.

"You're very calm for a gamer." commented his friend after a while.

"I'm not always like this tho." laughed Nick. "I just feel bloated so I'm chillin' you know ? Otherwise, I'm kinda bossy when I play. I like to give orders to my virtuals friends."

Nate nodded and went quiet again. He just watched the screen, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Okay. Nick didn't say anything either. Not that he was asocial but he was focusing on his game. He still snacked though. Chewing something helped to concentrate.

"I hear the laughters and the teasing every night." eventually whispered Nate. "I don't always distringuish who say what, but this is very disturbing. And it remind me the pain I felt."

The geek frowned. Pain ? Laughs ? He didn't answer, because he didn't know what to say.

"Archie keeps telling me it's not my fault but... Well most of the time I believe him but sometimes, when I'm alone, I can't help but think I deserved it. Because I always acted so foolish and all, you know ?"

"It". What is "it" ? Nick missed the main target in the game. Slowly, he dropped his joystick.

"I mean, I'm a grown man." continued Nate, still looking at the screen. "It's not supposed to happen to grown man is it ? I think I'm weak. Yeah, I'm a shit who doesn't deserve any kindness. I swear, sometimes I wonder why Archie helps a wreck like me ? He didn't talk much about his own... experience."

So Nate had been beaten and he felt guilty for it ? Nah, I don't think this is it. Bullying could be very difficult to handle, but it didn't look like that. Something happened during this night. He arrived here feeling less than human, hurt and afraid. He experienced something only Archie could truly help with. Something he doesn't want Liam to know.

"I think I'll go back to sleep." whispered Nate. "I'm just talking nonsense."

"Wait. Buddy listen." stated Nick. "I don't know if it's my place to tell or if this is appropriate but... You shouldn't look so down at yourself. You deserve kindness because you're kind with the others and you always had been there for people, especially Liam. So... don't hate yourself okay ?"

"Cant' help it." smiled sadly his friend. "She made sure of it when she played with my body like a toy."

And he left just like that. Nick didn't keep him. He looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. I think I understand what this mysterious "she" did... But for once, I don't want to be right. I really don't want.

To be continued

Well, this is no surprise, but Damian’s family is a crazy bunch :D And they don’t seem very fond of the Strucker.

I think, with this last conversation, what happened to Nate becomes pretty clear... The poor lad lived a horrible experience. I’ll put a TW for the parts which explicitly refer to these events.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #relationship weight gain #family #Nate needs help #Nate is a victim #Drama #Chapter 4 #Part 3

4 notes · View notes

theysaywhatasadsight · 5 years

Text

Wedding Bells, Part One (Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader)

A/n: *Slides up to you* Good Evening (technically its morning hehe) but this fic was made possible by Amy (some may know her, she was formerly @thelazypangolin ), by @messy-random-bitch and @officially-tonynat-shrine who listened to my crazy headcanons and gave me amazing ones. @nasarogers is the clueless American I would die for (love you bby) and @shurisneakers and @chillingbucky wanted to be tagged. Technically this is a desi au, so translations are right next to the sentence and some pop culture references are in the glossary. The story is based in Delhi so if any of y’all live there don’t come for my head skkssk. (P.S.: IDK if the ‘person sitting in the lap of another person in a car’ is technically illegal here or not? Imagine my surprise when I went to Europe and found out it’s illegal there RIP. So ignore the “is this actually allowed?” question, please and thank you.

Warnings: Floof, some violence and blood, swearing (well it’s in another language)

"Agent (L/N), thoughts?" The post mission debrief was often long and complicated but this time, one of her many gods had clearly smiled upon her as it was over in an hour. Most of the junior agents had cleared out of the room, leaving behind a few of the senior ones and the director of SHIELD. "Don't let Richardson go next time; all he does is whine and make extremely bad decisions. Our job is to provide assistance to the Avengers, not to be heroes ourselves. Let's keep ourselves a bit on the down low." "Agreed." Smith piped up. There were nods around the table. "I'll talk to Richardson, push him on a desk job for a while." Everyone stood up and filled out. Walking beside Nick, YN grabbed his tablet for him. "Always working, Sir." "Unlike you, Agent (L/N). A whole month for a wedding? It's not you that's getting married is it?" He looked completely serious but she could see the glint of mischief in his eye. "What? I haven't taken a single holiday in a year. Besides,its my cousin's wedding; they're pretty close." "I suppose you're not joining us for the Islamabad mission?" "Not really, already I get called unpatriotic too much. Good luck!"

She handed off the debrief files in the Avengers' living room. A few were lazing around, some off to shower or maybe nap. She herself wanted one, not wanting to wrestle with a saree and a suitcase. "So I hear you're not showing up for the next month?" She handed the file to Natasha while Tony looked up from his phone where he was declining with Pepper and Morgan who were away to Chicago for a meeting and visiting Pepper's family. After Ultron, it was always better to have physical copies of files. "Yeah, cousin getting married." "Oooh, with the number of days you were leaving I thought it was yours." "Don't, Fury already made that joke. And besides, wouldn't I invite you lot to my hypothetical wedding?" She smiled as she sat down on the sofa next to him, grabbing an apple from the coffee table. "Considering it was Steve's wedding too I would think we would already be invited, I did call you all to mine." He smirked. Y/N nearly choked on her apple. "Wait, what?!" "Darling, we know you've been hooking up. Or planning to." Natasha sighed and glared at Tony. "So much staring at each other on missions. You always covering his ass, and might I remind you of the time he went into a coma after a mission and you nearly ripped the place apart?" "Clearly, your super senses are gone because there is nothing there. Nada. Zilch. There is absolutely no potential there. We're just colleagues." "Colleagues who hooked up once? Last new year's you two were slobbering over each other. You left Bucky and Me dancing alone to that...what was it called again?" "Sheila ki Jawani*?" "Yes! Amazing song, by the way. Movie didn't make a lick of sense but then again, which heist movie does?" Glad at the change of topic, she smiled. "Do you need more movie recommendations?" "Nope, Bucky and I still have your old list to go through." "Call me if you need explanations. Only WhatsApp calls though, I'm not shelling out a fortune to explain the reincarnation of Shanti Priya* to you."

Hungry, jet lagged and extremely fatigued she landed at the Delhi airport, hoping against hope that the crowd assembled at the pick up was for the Tik Tok star that was also on her flight and not because her whole clan hadn't seen her for 3 years. But when was she ever lucky? When she had left the army to join SHIELD everyone had been very disappointed in her. Not that any of them knew. For immediate family, she was in HR for Stark Industries and for the rest she was in 'Amreeka, doing something or the other'.

When they told her she would be sleeping alongside her younger cousin who was training to be a doctor she just sighed. The nerd would probably study the whole night and keep the light on. Maybe she could do some pending work; jet lag would keep her awake anyway. Work, yes. Work would keep her awake. Definitely not daydreaming about a pair of blue eyes that wouldn't go away; the owner of whom was the biggest fattu (coward) she had ever seen.

He missed Y/N. It had barely been 4 days since she was gone. He should ideally know better. Fraternising among agents wasn't good. Her job would be in danger if anyone found out. He never really had a thing for rules though. "Good God, Rogers, stop moping about and give her a call." "I-what?" "Yes." Natasha frowned at him from where she was leaning against the countertop. He was crushing the cardamom, trying to figure out if it went after the chai was done or before. "Ask her when the cardamom goes in. I think it's before the whole thing boils." "I, uh, I'll look up a recipie." "Care to tell me why Steve Rogers, who loves coffee as black as his soul is trying to replicate YN's sweet as hell chai? Couldn't you get some from Starbucks?" "That's no chai,that's just tea and milk. She had it once and almost threw it at the barista's head...Nat, why are you looking at me like that?" "Nothing, nothing at all."

"They're no longer in Islamabad." "What?" "Someone leaked the details of the raid to them. They're moving it to India now, possibly to the capital. They have enough contacts to pull it off, even HYDRA's helping them." "New Delhi, isn't that where Agent (L/N) is now?" "Fury, she's on vacation; besides she's not picking up any of her calls." Natasha glared at Nick. "A radioactive gas that can take out the entire subcontinent and a dude who's not stopping at anything to further his our-return-to-the-dark-ages agenda? Pretty sure it beats all weddings. Send someone with the briefing and gather your team. We’re sorting this shit out, fast."

"No. Absolutely not. I'm not going to show up at her door asking her to cancel her family commitments and go back to work." "Really, the concern you two have for each other is extremely sweet and nauseating; but you have to do it. Get in, get recon and get back in contact. If the rumour is true we'll have to assemble the whole team." The former assassin rolled her eyes at Steve's aghast face. "I got her address off an old file; I'll ask her to pick you up. And please, don't get lost somewhere; we really don't have any spare agents to track you down." "I've been outside the States before, Widow. And using confidential information for personal purposes? Nefarious." "This is the reward I get for being a good wingwoman. Fine, don't come crying to me when you're invited to her actual wedding." As he set about packing he daydreamed about jumping off the top of the compound and wondering if his feet would still work to escape into the surrounding forest.

She got the text the minute Natasha assumed Steve's plane took off. "Your boyfriend is headed towards Delhi. Introduce him, be the black sheep you are and for the love of God read the files and make a plan." The rest was just code saying the plans had changed, the expected mission derailed. When her family began pestering her, saying that her turn at the altar was next and asking about boyfriends, she had blurted Steve's name by accident, the fact that it made a perfect cover was a different matter. That's what happens when you space out while talking to Sunita Chachi*, woman has a tongue sharper than Gordon Ramsay's knife. Her mother had just smiled sadly and asked two of YN's younger cousins to share a bed when told another guest would be joining them.

30 minutes after the plane landed he immediately wanted to go back. What he was used to was executing secret and well-coordinated missions, not the actual planning and coordinating. Sam argued he was growing soft. He just liked listening to YN's voice. And now he was in an unfamiliar land with no foreseeable end to his stay and a wedding to attend, apparently. YN smiled at him at the receiving line, smiling as a lover receiving a spouse after a long separation. She walked up to him and whispered "You're my boyfriend from work, you know zero hindi and Natasha introduced us." She embraced him and leaned forward for a kiss. It lasted shorter than he would've liked. She continued whispering as she grasped his hand and lead him to the car which already had three people in it. "Did you pick up more guests?" "Nope, they just wanted to see you first." Opening the door as Steve tossed his bag in the back she yelled something at the assembled children and got in the right. Was the kid in the front supposed to drive? "Do you need an invitation?" One of the kids yelled out.

He had judged wrong. There were not only three teenagers, there were two more kids who had been too shy to outright stare at him like their elder siblings (he assumed) had. One sat in his lap, staring outside the window. The others chose instead to glare at him unnervingly. YN drove, swearing at everything. One of the younger ones laughed at something she said and immediately had his ears covered and shushed."Didi* don't teach Gudiya bad words!"

"Arey baba sorry, tu toh janta hai traffic kitna bura hai; akele chalane ki adaat ho gayi hai bhenchod. Sorry." (“You know how bad traffic is, I’m used to driving alone, sisterfucker” Basically the reader’s saying the traffic is the worst and how she’s used to driving alone and hence swears often while driving; also people from Delhi apparently like to attach swears to everything.) She grinned as her cousin gasped again. She was at the moral, change-the-world stage. YN missed that.

“So, change of plans?” Pinky grinned at Y/N as she looked up from a complicated looking textbook. The kid had somehow made it to medical school without losing her mind or her calm demeanour. “I’m only gonna switch places at night, right now let me study Anatomy.”Sighing at her cousin’s confused stare, she glared back. “Arey you’ll want to sleep next to your boyfriend na?” “Uh, yeah, I mean, thank you, but it’s no problem. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” “Calm down. If we get caught sneaking around in the middle of the night its worse for the two of you. I got into MBBS, I can basically get away with murder now.” she smiled. Y/N wondered whether her cousin would be a sociopath or a leader later. She went about chalking up the updated plan for the recon, only hoping her family would behave themselves around Steve. She caught some part of her wishing it was the real thing so that the poor guy’s suffering wouldn’t be in vain.

Hey bhagwaan (oh God), I need gangajal* and a stiff drink. Also a lobotomy.

“How did that idiot even cross the border this quick? And how are we getting informed this late? This is going to be a logistical nightmare, the government is going to put the pressure on us.” “Maybe someone exposed him or he got pushed back down on the social hierarchy. It’s a mess.” On the pretense of sightseeing, Y/n had dragged Steve away from her nosy relatives to get details for the now completely changed mission. "Can I try that?" He gestured to the bowl of chaat* in her hands. "Don't cry if you find it too spicy then. You couldn't even tolerate my butter chicken; even my youngest cousin can eat that." "My tongue is really not fond of burning and not being able to taste anything for a fortnight." "Oh? What is it fond of then?" His answering blush made her smile. "I-uh, we need to report within three days, Nat is busy getting everyone together and ready for the mission." "The engagement is in 2 days! How are we even going to get out?" "How much do you like this cousin anyway?" "How. Dare. You. Rahul is one of the few I actually like." "Yeah, how many are there? I lost count at 13." She punched his arm and snorted, earning a smile from him and a glare from the chaatwala*.

YN truly regretted coming back here. The never ending taunts, the upcoming solo recon mission (that she would have to give Rahul’s engagement a miss for, he was one of her favorites too) and the fact that the guy she had been thirsting over the past few months was suddenly her so-called boyfriend. Massaging her temples as she got up to get ready, she hoped desperately the recon would not involving fighting. She already had thinning hair due to the stresses of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, her hair being yanked out while pins were still attached to her hair wouldn’t help the cause.

"Mummy!" She yelled over the din of the loud, jarring music. Her mother was smiling and gossiping with her sister-in-law. "Thoda kaam aa gaya; Delhi wale office Jana padega." (Some work popped up, I’ll have to go to the Delhi office) "Itni raat ko? Uss gore ko lekar?" (So late? With the foreigner in tow?”) "Are kuch nahi hoga, bohot important hai, warna nahi jaati." (Nothing will happen. It’s too important, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone.) "Wapis aa jaiyo jaldi, raat ko ghumne safe nahi hota." (Come back quick, It's not safe to roam at night.) "Pakka." (I promise)

"MADARCHOD!" (”MOTHERFUCKER!”) She grunted as she ducked, the bullet nearly embedding in her collarbone. She fired back two shots, one at a goon's head and one at his accomplice's knees. Whipping her head at a noise, she gasped as Steve has a bullet graze him as one of them took a lucky shot at him. He only winced. The goddamn lehenga* got in the way of her running after the idiot who could run like fucking Milkha Singh* even after being shot in the knees. They both chased. The recon turned ugly after someone spotted the tent she was wearing that was pretending to be a skirt. If they somehow got out alive, she'd burn this thing. By the time she caught up to Steve, who had left her long behind, she came upon a sight that gave her a heart attack. The men (apparently some were laying in wait for them) all lay dead in various poses, with Steve in the middle grunting and struggling to get up. Firing at someone who awoke, she leaned down, cradling his head in her hands. "Steve. Hey, whoa. Don't die on me. Where are you hurt?" He was bleeding all over her skirt. "Knife to the ribs. Two or three times..may...maybe. Hurts like a bitch." "I'm getting you up. We're going home, okay?"

This was a terrible situation. Somehow supporting the huge, burly figure of an extremely injured Steve, she set him down, leaning against the bike they had zipped around on and somehow escaped on, looking for her phone in the carrier attached. She lived this bike even when she lived here; it belonged to her uncle who would give the keys to only her. The sagaai* had clearly ended an hour or so ago. People still milled about, probably the men from the tent house they had booked for the whole tamasha*. “Shobhit, neeche aa. Garden ke side. Aur Bunty aur Puneet ko bhi leke aaiyo.” (”Shobhit, come downstairs, to the garden side. Bring Bunty and Puneet with you.") “Itni raat ko kya kar rahi ho bahar? Khatam ho gaya aapka office ka kaam?” ("What are you doing out so late, is your office work done?") “Are tu neeche aa, sab samjhaati hu.” ("You come downstairs, I’ll explain everything" )

“Samjhaana agar shuru karti toh achha hota.” "It’ll be good if you start explaining now." Shobit muttered as all three of her cousins stared at the crumpled figure of Captain America on the ground, to their cousin wincing in pain, her lehenga covered with blood, again to Steve. “Isko uthake Pinky ke kamre tak jaane mei meri madad kar. Yeh marr warr gaya toh naukri gayi meri.” "Help me pick him up and take him to Pinky’s room. If he dies, I’m losing my job."

“First of all, I’m not a doctor. Yet.” Pinky also did her fair share of staring at everyone. Y/N could feel her eye twitching. Whether it was out of anger, stress, or the false eyelash that had ripped from her lash line as she drove like a madwoman in the traffic, no helmet or gloves. Steve screaming like a grandma as he held on for dear life was a tiny bit amusing though. Endearing maybe, Nope, definitely not endearing.

“I should tell you that because I have very, and I mean very little experience in sewing. Particularly sewing up bodies professionally. If he dies, I am not responsible.” She yawned once, extremely sleepy. “That being said, someone get cotton, Dettol, and uh my sewing kit is in the left front pocket of my backpack. Jija*, there’s no anesthesia, but I suppose you don’t need it, super strength and all. Didi*, aisa muh mat banao (don’t make that face), just because none of the oldies know who he is doesn’t mean we’re stupid too.” Y/N shut her gaping mouth.

“He’ll live.” Pinky said as everyone in the room collectively sighed. The suture had been painful to witness, Y/N biting her lip so hard she tasted copper. Steve seemed okay now. When he had taken that guard’s knife to the stomach, Y/N’s heart had stopped. The fear she felt, that was no general fear at seeing someone stabbed or even a friendly fear (was there even such a thing or was 3 AM her just rambling?). The panic she felt was heartbeaking. “Make those self realisation faces later, Di. I’m tired and I just want some sleep. “Jija ko unke kamre tak chodke aa. Koi raaste mei mile bol dena bike bhid gayi thi, hospital se aate hue late ho gaya tha.” (Jija is the hindi word for sister’s husband. Pinky’s telling him to drop him to his room and if anyone asks to tell them he had an accident, the bike hit something and they were late coming from the hospital.) “Tu sabko heart attack dilayegi kya?” (Do you want to give everyone a heart attack?") “Aur koi bahana mile toh batao.” ("If you have any other excuse then tell"

As everyone scattered, Y/N shut the door to change. Her cousin just lay down on the bed, semi-asleep. She cracked one eye open when Y/N reached out her hand to switch off the light, whispering “So you are a secret agent?” “Nope, I sell veggies with Captain America.” “Ugh, way to thank me for saving your boyfriend’s life, with terrible puns.” “He’s not my...leave it. Good night. Oh, and PInky?” Pinky hummed. “Thanks.” “So jao.” (Go to Sleep)

“Tell Romanoff we’ll need backup. They clearly planned ahead for the move, the facility is impossible to get into, and now they know we’re coming. Also, Steve is injured." “Very well, we’ll invite ourselves to the wedding. Take care if your boyfriend until then."Natasha sounded worried but her tone was light. “Bring a gift, I’m not keeping strangers in my family home without payment.”

Glossary *-Sheila ki Jawani is a pretty popular Bollywood Item Song. Played at every wedding /party since 2010 *-The Reincarnation of Shanti Priya is a reference to the film Om Shanti Om where the leads get resurrected after having an unhappy ending *Chachi- Father's younger brother's wife; aka yn's aunt *Gangajal- Water from the river Ganges that Hindus consider sacred, its used for purification purposes (guess why Y/N wanted it *wink wink*) *Didi- Elder Sister *Chaat: some spicy-sweet snack, it's a general term; desis feel free to imagine your favourite. *Chaatwala: the person who owns the chaat shop *Lehenga: a crop top and floor-length skirt outfit worn at weddings and traditional functions *Milkha Singh: famous Indian athlete, also known as "The Flying Sikh" because of how fast he was. *sagaai- engagement *tamasha- a sarcastic way of saying how over the top the whole wedding is.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x desi!reader #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n

136 notes · View notes

incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years

Text

Bond Between People & Pokemon The Finale

Upon arriving at the battlefield Ganon had ordered all his forces to attack Kirby at once no matter what the cost.

Ganondorf: You must kill Kirby!

Villains: Alright!

All the villains ran past the heroes, each just standing awaiting the carnage that would soon arrive.

Samus, waving: Good luck, idiots!

Ganondorf: It is he who will need luck for he can’t possibly take on millions of soldiers at on-

Dark Link, flew by through the air. Landing on top of him followed Nightmare.

Dark Link: Ouch! Get off me! (Pushes Nightmare away) Why are we even trying!? (Running away) See ya once this has all cooled down boss!

Ganondorf: What!? Get back here and fight cowards!

Sephiroth: Worry not Ganondorf, you shall be rid of this pest, as I don’t plan on being bested by a marshmallow. Unlike these worthless soldiers.

Chara: Yeah Uncle Sephiroth will show him what’s what.

Bonny, Dedede & Incineroar had just arrived to where the battle was taking place - an injured Incineroar atop Dedede’s back.

Doomguy: Is that? Bonny!? My sweet bonbon has come back and not a scratch on her.

Bonny Janet: But Incineroar…Not so much.

Doomguy: Oh no…Don’t worry good ol’ three fingers (Points at Mewtwo) will take him back to the mansion to Dr. Mario. We’’ll see what he can do. But in the meantime-

King Dedede: Kick their asses Kirby!

Sephiroth: Can it traitor! Your little “hero” dies here! No more shall you pests interfere with our plans!

Bonny Janet: Go ta hell! Yer half pint, wee willy, prissy haired sissy!

Sephiroth self-consciously ran his fingers through his hair, then thrust his sword towards Kirby. Kirby turned and stared Sephiroth dead in his eyes, before grabbing the sword an inch away from his face. He smiled at Sephiroth then threw him through the crowd of villains so fast he set on fire, crashing through a few boulders on the way.

Sephiroth: Argh! *cough cough* How…Is that possible. (Faints)

King Dedede: It’s called being god and tons of friendship b-

Meta Knight: BITCH!

King Dedede: …How dare you steal that from me…

The villains stood in silence for a while.

Random Enemy: … … …RETREAT!

Ganondorf: WHAT!? NO! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT!

Hades: Sorry bro, but we gotta get outta here. We can save your Ultimate Weapons or whatever for another time.

Ganondorf: You! You’re… … …No. No! NO! YOU’RE WRONG! I CAN BEAT HIM! YOU WORTHLESS PAWNS ARE JUST TOO WEAK! Sometimes you’ve just gotta do things yourself…

Ganondorf now fueled with hatred and malice transformed into his Demon King form, and stared Kirby down with his emerald, green eyes. Kirby in respondents stared back not flinching at all. Commence JoJo music.

Ganondorf: Let’s see you best the hands of a god!

Heroes & Villains: … … …Does he think being a God can save him?

King Dedede: That’s funny Ganon, we’d love to see you deal with Dark Matter every single day!

Ganon began charging towards Kirby with malicous intent.

Kirby, stepping forward: Poyo. (“Aw shit, here we go again”).

Kirby & Ganon collided in the air, sparks literally flying. Kirby then moved to Ganon’s stomach and started pelting a load of punches at him, pushing him back a little.

Ganondorf: COME ON! I KNOW THAT’S NOT ALL YOU HAVE TO OFFER!

Ganondorf then grabbed Kirby and dragged him around violently through the air, before hitting him away with his sword. Kirby recovering quickly then rushed over to Ganon pulled on his tounge and then slammed his own teeth on it cutting it off. Making Ganon completely speechless.

Samus & Link, leaning back: Damn!

Doomguy: Now I’ve done alot of gruesome things in my day…But that!…That was nasty.

A now immobilized Ganon fell to the floor to recollect himself. Kirby, however, had other plans. He made his way to Ganon’s tail. He picked him up by it and then began to swing him round in circles. (Keep in mind he’s 8 inches tall, and Ganon is now 23 inches tall.) He spun so fast it almost seemed like he wasn’t moving. After Kirby eventually released his grip Ganon was sent flying out of sight.

Hades: HOLY ZEUS!

He then came flying back from around the entire world and crashed hard. Pretty much causing a tremor. He then turned back to his original form.

Ridley, watching from afar: Ooh. You hate to see that happen.

Bonny Janet: Tha’s right! None o’ ya got shit, compared ta Kirby!

Chara: Dad!

Hades: Crap, Crap, Crap!

Sephiroth, crawling to Ganon: I’m sorry Ganondorf…For I have failed. I was not strong enough.

Ganondorf: … … …

Sephiroth: We must retreat…For now but we will be back. Once we have replenished ourselves.

Ganondorf: *Nods*

Ridley, flying down with a still unconscious K.Rool: That’s our que to return I guess…God your heavy.

Hades creates a portal to somewhere. And all the villains step through it.

Dark Link: See ya later losers!

Samus: Hmf…Funny…Last I checked we won. But now in related news…WE WON!

Heroes: Heck yeah!

Doomguy: And I bagged us a few goodies to.

Samus: What?

Doomguy: A plant! (Holds up Pirahna Plant)

Link: That’s kinda less bewildering.

Doomguy: Oh and a dinosaur!

Link: A wha-

Riptor, who was held in Doomguy’s shackles, attempted to lunge at Link, causing him to piss his pants scared, Samus came over to comfort him.

Link: Dinosaur’s are just big chickens… …I hate chickens.

Samus: Yeah, it’s alright sweetie, you made it (Kisses him). Alright, listen up heroes. We did well out there today. Thanks to Sakurai & Kirby we were able to rescue Bonny, Incineroar & Dedede. But they always will attempt to fight us again so we must always be aware. DK I’m looking at you. Now come on let’s head back.

After the battle everyone headed back to the mansion Dedede was welcomed back and the second he got there, gave Rosalina & Lucas a hug, but then got to get something to eat he was being starved for days. Joker got to take care of the new obtained Pirahna Plant. He seemed to be doing a pretty good job, the plant didn’t exactly do much harm. Just a lot of smiling. Doomguy began training his new stolen pet Riptor. Though at times it was pretty…Difficult. When Chara found out her pet was stolen she was definitely not very happy. And now to Bonny Janet & Incineroar. He still lay in Dr. Mario’s infirmary recovering from his injuries. At a moment like this her past self would have attempted to catch him. But now she understands that to gain a pokémon as a partner you need to have strong bonds. So now she steps into the infirmary.

Bonny Janet: Hey, Incin. Still in tha’ coma o’ yours. They all know about wha’ yer did ta save me…Even if aye was human. They all understood tha’ yer actions were derived from the selfish desires o’ hatred for the ones tha’, yer know…But yer know wha’? (Puts her hand on his paw) Aye’ve learned something from this experience. No matter pokémon or trainer…Yer should never take one another for granted…All the pain & suffering you went through was to protect me. Even if yer still hated me…Yer still cared….I’m such a coward…I can’t even say this to you properly… … …Well…See ya.

Bonny gets up to leave only to be stopped by something that was pulling her back from her hand. Her eyes lit up, at what she saw. Incineroar was opening his eyes.

Bonny Janet: In…Incineroar?

Incineroar: Huh?…Bonny? What? Did I? I lived!?

Bonny Janet began to cry heavily and ran up to Incineroar and gave him the biggest hug she could offer.

Incineroar: Woah! Umm…

Bonny Janet: I’m sorry…sorry for all the stuff tha’ happened ta yer. It was all because o’ me. If it weren’t for me. Yer wouldn’t ‘ave got hurt.

Incineroar: No. You’re wrong. Kid…If it wasn’t for you, I would still be working for those braindead knuckle draggers. With you by my side. You showed me the true light that resides within, not just humans, but all living things alike. And I thank you for that.

Bonny Janet held Incineroar tighter now knowing the stress of the belief that her actions caused harm could now be lifted off her shoulders.

-One Week Later-

Bonny Janet: A'ight I’m about ta do it but I 'ave ta ask one more tame. Are yer sure?

Incineroar: Yes! How many times kid?

Bonny Janet: Aye just don’t know if aye should.

Incineroar: Kid, you’ve been trying to do this most of your time here. Now you’ve got the chance and your turning down the offer? Make up your mind. Besides I don’t exactly gotta stay in it.

Bonny Janet: (sigh) Ok fine. (Holds up a pokéball) Ready?

Incineroar: As I’ll ever be.

Bonny taps the pokéball against Incineroar’s fist. It wobbled around a few times before clicking in place showing Incineroar had been captured.

Bonny Janet: Yes! I did it!

Everyone who was apparently watching: YAY! After so long she did it!

Incineroar: Hey this place is pretty cosy. There’s a bed, not that I’ll sleep in here. A play area. A wrestling ring!? How are they fittin’ this stuff here!? THEY HAVE A JACUZZI!?

Bonny Janet, sending him out: A'ight that’s enough, Nirvana.

Incineroar: No my Nirvana. Dude that place was incredible I should’ve got caught ages ago.

Bonny Janet: Tha’s not what matters remember Incineroar? Hold up aye’ve gotta give yer a name…How about…Jasper, the rings roaring flame!

Incineroar: Jasper 'ey? That ain’t too shabby. And yeah I know all that mumbo jumbo. It ain’t about profit, power, or Nirvana. It’s about…

The Bond Between People & Pokemon

Incineroar: HEY TITLE! You stole my line!

Bonny Janet: Come on we’ll just boot their arse later.

Incineroar: Yeah, in the mean time let’s kick everyone eles ass!

The End. :3

143 notes · View notes