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umikawa · 3 years

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Strawberries and Cigarettes

Aha, ignore the title that doesn’t really apply, I was just listening to the song the entire time I wrote this. Akiteru brainrot day seven.Yeah, i dunno how to write that kind of stuff so i just did the basic lines i always hear yk k bye. Also, italicized is where the scene changes or its that stuff.

Akiteru Tsukishima x Gn Reader, college au-ish. wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Suggestive content. Mentions sex, drinking, cigarettes, and cliffs. Explicit language, not a lot I think, possibly only one word.

This is 16+ content, borderline 17+! Please don’t read it if your below the age. It doesn’t progress to smut just so you know, it’s only implied three times.

Drunken bodies sway around you, grinding down on each other to the beat of the music and the flash of the lights. Hands trail across bodies at the snack table, someone slamming a body onto the chips, laughs ringing out from the girl as they continued to make out in the ranch dip. An arm wraps around your shoulder, a warm blow of air skimming across your ear.

Akiteru Tsukishima. You didn’t know him well, he was just another guy in your class, always running late nearly every day. He seemed like a nice guy, appearance-wise, but you always felt he had different intentions.

“Got a light?” He asks, holding a cigarette between his lips.

You hold the flame up to the end, looking up at him with parted lips as he inhales, his larger hand coming up to the side of your face, blowing the smoke between your lips.

“Tsukishima.” You mutter, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Let’s go for a drive, (Name).” He says, waiting for your response. With a single nod, his hand wraps around your waist, leading you out of the house and to his car. “Sorry about the cig smell in here, there should be a can of air freshener in the glove box.” He apologizes, climbing into the front seat.

You perk a brow at him, how did a can of air freshener fit in a glove box. Staring at the five-inch bottle you blink, turning it between your hand.

“Strawberry?”

He laughs sheepishly, pulling out of the driveway. “Covers up the smell pretty good. Plus my brother bought it for me.”

You nod, spraying it in the backseat, staring at the white stain on the carpet. “Bold of you to hook up in here, one hit and this car falls.”

He rolls his eyes, holding his cigarette between his fingers. “It’s not what you think it is. I had to buy a cake for my brother's birthday and the whipped cream melted.” You shrug, spraying the freshener towards him. “Hey! And don’t think I missed that comment about my car, this baby has kept me going since high school.”

“Okay, geezer.” He scoffed, flicking the spent ashes into the tray in his cup holder. “Where are we going anyway?” You ask, leaning back against the seat.

He glanced at you, “Don’t know, just driving. Have a place?”

“I want food.”

He laughs at your response, putting out his cigarette, resting one hand on the shift knob, and the other on the steering wheel. “As you wish.” He jokes, laughing again at the roll of your eyes.

“That’ll be seventeen dollars and fifty-two cents please.”

Before you could take out money, he waved his hand at you and slipped his card into the reader, smiling when you looked up at him.

“I’ll pay you back.” You tell him while walking back to his car.

“No need.” He says, nearly dropping the bag in his hands when he looks through his window. “The keys are in the car.” You look from your side, staring at the keys still in the ignition. “And the doors are locked.”

“You don’t have a spare with someone?”

He shakes his head.

Liar.

He sat on the hood, patting the spot next to him. It’s quiet while you eat, stifled laughter when the other chews slowly in the silence, pained pats to the back when a fry goes down the wrong way. You feel his stare on you, turning your head only for him to be near inches from you, eyes trained on your lips.

“Tsukishima, we just met.”

He blinks, face flushing as he backs away. “Sorry.”

He becomes a part of your daily life, beginning to sit next to you during lectures since he was “the best at convincing people” more like his wallet did most of the convincing. He started to worm himself through to your heart like he wanted, wrapping himself around it.

He’s sprawled out on your bed while you’re at your desk, his eyes boring into the back of your head as he continues to sigh loudly.

“What do you want, Akiteru.”

“Let’s go out for a drive.” He whines, flinging a pillow at you blindly, apologizing loudly when something clatters to the ground.

You pick up the can of pencils, placing them back onto your desk. “You couldn’t have asked like a normal person? Instead of sounding like a girl who’s faking their orgasm?”

“Wait, they fake it?”

“Who knows.” You said, closing your textbook. “Come on, I wanna be home before midnight this time.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered, pushing you out of the door. “Mind if we stop by my house?”

“Long as you don’t plan on telling your mom I’m you’re s/o.” You mumbled, rubbing the side of your head. “Not that it’d be a bad thing, just don’t want her to get any ideas.”

“Oh? So what I’m hearing is that you wouldn’t mind me being your boyfriend?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

The drive is quiet for the most part, his terrible singing filling your ears whenever a song he knew came on the radio. He laughed when you flicked his arm, holding the spot where you hit him.

“Alright, this is it.” You looked out the window, staring at his place. “A little cautious advice, my brother can be a little closed-off. And slightly rude.”

“Everything you’re not?” You try, laughing when he shoved your shoulder. “I’ll be fine don’t worry, I’ve dealt with drunk you after all.”

He shivered, remembering that he made out without blindly at another party he went with you to, shitty bathroom lights making it hard to tell it was you. But you had to have enjoyed it yourself right? You don’t make out with your best friend for ten minutes without feeling anything right?

“I’m home!” He called out, holding the door open for you.

“Akiteru! Oh, you’ve brought a friend!”

He pushes you forward, hand on the small of your back. “This is (Name), my best friend.” He says, ignoring the strain of his voice when he uttered the words. “Where’s Kei?”

At the sound of his name, the latter groaned, peeking from his door. “Who’s that.”

“I’m (Name), nice to meet you.” You say, waving at him. He narrows his eyes at you, nodding his head once. “Wow, seems like a happy guy.” You blurt, turning your head when the door whips open, Akiteru hiding his laughter, mother shaking her head with a smile before leaving the room.

“What was that?”

“Said you seem like a happy guy, correct me if I’m wrong though.” You smile, holding your hands behind your back.

He narrows his eyes at you again, pushing his glasses up. “I suppose you’re okay.” He muttered, shutting his room door.

The next month is final exam time, students rushing to their dorms, partygoers slowly declining in numbers since some did want to graduate still. Akiteru sat beside you, chin resting on your shoulder as you took notes, finger looping around the band of your sweats.

“If you’re horny there’s a bathroom in the other room.” You mumble, crossing out a vocabulary word. “Otherwise, wait.” He whined, lips dragging across your neck and down to your collarbones before he bit down. “Ow.”

“Sorry babe.” He muttered, licking the bruising skin. “Can I leave a few?”

“Fine. But if you make me mess up I’m not going to relieve you.” He huffs, moving under your arm for better access. “Jesus Chr- Akiteru what did I just say?” You say, rubbing your head when it came out a little too loud. “Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to raise my voice it’s just these stupid exam preps.” You mumble.

“Babe.” He says, cupping your cheek. “Take a break.”

“Aki.”

“It’ll make you feel better come on.” He says, dragging you to the bed before flopping down on it. “Come on.” He smiles when you lay on top of him, tucking your face into his neck, shivers going down his spine as he feels your breath against his neck. He flinches when you bite down, fingers digging into your hips, holding back the groan when your tongue pressed against it. “(Name) right there.”

“I know Aki.” You whisper, kissing under his chin.

“There’s no way I can cover all of these up Akiteru.” You say, pulling his shirt down in the mirror.

“Like I’m any better (Name), you leech.” He muttered, staring at the dozens of hickies littering his body, wincing when you flick his forehead. “Well, do you feel better now?”

You look up at him, his hand resting on top of your head. “I do. Thank you for reminding me to take a

break, Aki.” You say, lifting your head to kiss him. “wanna go for a drive?”

“One hit and this car falls.”

“Don’t stop.”

“You feel so good.”

The sun still shining from the edge of the cliff, the blue sky turned dark, cold air breezing past you.

“The keys aren’t in the car, are they?” You ask, leaning against his chest. A laugh rang out, his hand coming up to his pockets, panicking when they weren’t in there. You raise your hand, swinging the keys around your finger. “You left them in the ignition, saw it when we were, you know.”

He flushes, turning his head the other way with a ‘hmph!’ “Why don’t you drive this time, huh, maybe then we won’t lock ourselves out.”

“We’re on a mountain with a lot of wide turns is that a good idea?” He contemplates for a moment, remembering when he let you drive once and raced another car with his shabby 86 and won, only because you drifted the last corner.

He snatched keys from you, shaking his head. “I choose life.” Laughing, you bump your shoulder against his, standing up from the car. “Come on, I told my mom I’d bring you for dinner.”

“We need to shower first.”

“I know, we’ll go to your place and get ready before we leave.” He says, opening his door.

“Slow down.”

“Sorry, sorry you feel- god, you feel so good.”

“That’s the third time this week, horndog.” You mutter, stretching your legs.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, laying his head on your arm. “I couldn’t help myself.” He rubs your waist, pressing small kisses to your arm. “Thanks for giving me a chance, (Name).”

You hum, turning your head to peck his crown. “Thanks for bothering me at that party.” He laughs at your words, pulling you to rest on top of his chest, legs on either side of his waist. “We were just in this position, give me a break.”

“Bear with me for a minute babe.” He says, holding the sides of your face, thumbs resting on your bottom lip. “I love you.” Eyes widening, you gape at him, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. He sits up abruptly at the sight of your tears, wiping them away with his palms. “Hey, why are you crying? Should I not have said it?” He panicked.

“No no, I’m glad you said it, happy I’m happy.” You mumble, laughing at yourself. “It just caught me off guard.” You lean down to kiss him, tasting the cigarette he had earlier, paired with the familiar strawberry chapstick he wore. “I love you too.”

#can i please just write my essays instead of this #THEY WERE DUE IN OCTOBER #semester ends this month. will i make it #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #akiteru tsukishima #akiteru tsukishima x reader #akiteru tsukishima imagines #akiteru 🧎‍♂️

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norman891 · 3 years

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@sleightlyoffhand

Hook noticed Smee trying to look busy and stay out of danger at the same time. He snapped his fingers loud enough for the bosun to hear, and Smee came huffing up the stairs.

“Aye Cap’n?” he asked, a bit winded.

“I want you to find Mr. Starkey and tell him that I said to give you Mr. Haigh’s weapons, and if he gives you any argument, reemphasize that you’re there on my orders, and he does not want me to have to come find him personally. Understood?” Hook ordered. “And be mindful you’re not seen.” Hook reiterated.

“And what shall I do with Haigh’s weapons, sir?” Smee asked, causing Hook to rub his own temples.

“Take them to Mr. Haigh, you fool!” Hook hissed.

“Aye Cap’n” Smee gave a half-hearted salute and headed below as quickly as he could. A few moments later, he reappeared, headed over to Joe Haigh and handed off the small bundle, then scurried out of sight.

Not that any of his weapons would do Haigh much good unless they were boarded. It was good to have his cutlass and knives back, but Haigh possessed no pistol nor rifle, so he stayed with the chase gun crew, ready to help reload.

From high in the crow’s nest, Edward watched through his own personal spyglass, which was much smaller and more utilitarian than the watchman’s or Hook’s, but it served its purpose. He signaled the canoes’ distance to Hook by hand signals. Seven hundred yards, then five hundred, then four hundred. At three hundred yards, the canoes made an unexpected tactical move, splitting into two columns to attack the ship from both sides at once.

Edward made a parting of the waves motion to Hook, who seemed befuddled at first. But by the time the crafts had narrowed the distance to two hundred and fifty yards, Hook had figured out their plan. At seventy-five yards, Edward received the signal to open fire, though the canons remained silent so their attackers would think only the night watchman had spotted them, the rest of the crew still unaware or with little time to prepare.

Edward already has his first shot lined up and with light pressure applied to Henry’s trigger, two warriors toppled sideways out of one of the leading canoes. He quickly ripped open one of the parchment premeasured powder charges he’d made after the last attack by the natives, followed by a patch and ball, ramming them home. A quick dram of powder to the flash pan and he took his second shot, again taking out the first two braves in that canoe so it keeled over, dumping its last occupant in the ocean.

Johnny Greene, a deck hand, crawled into the crow’s nest with him, bringing a second rifle. “Captain sent me up here to reload for ye. Don’t worry.” He motioned at the rifle. “It’s fifty-caliber as well and loaded.” He tossed the rifle to Edward who handed him Henry to reload.

“There’s about fifteen more pre-measured powder packets in my pouch. After that, ye must measure wi’ the flask.” Johnny nodded and began quickly reloading Henry while Edward continued to snipe warriors from their canoes. Edward found this method quite productive, through in the future, God help them, three rifles would be better.

At one hundred feet, Hook signaled for the chase guns to be fired, taking out seven canoes with the grape shot and langrage. Canoes continued to surge forward, angling closer to the Jolly Roger. Gun ports opened suddenly and fired a barrage from both sides, splintering the canoes into shards of birch bark and leaving mangled bodies floating in the water.

From his sniper’s nest, Edward was able to pick off any warriors trying to scale the side of the Jolly Roger. The last of the canoes had not reached the ship when the decision was made to retreat. The chase guns continued to hammer them, and Edward continued to pick off any survivors in the water. He took several long shots as the canoes reached one hundred yards, taking out three more braves, while the chase guns changed their altitude and continued pounding the canoes with their deadly loads.

The sun was beginning to break over the treetops of Neverland when Hook waved Edward and Johnny down from the crow’s nest and satisfied that the Indians were in full retreat and over two hundred yards away, he called a cease fire for all cannons.

Edward was not as quick on the rigging as any of the other men. His left foot kept giving way and slipping off the ropes, so his progress down was slow and careful. Why he had no trouble going up, Edward had never been able to puzzle out. When his feet hit the deck, Johnny was waiting to give him a handshake and congratulations.

“That were some fine shootin’, Mr. Butcher,” Johnny grinned.

“You’re a damned quick loader yourself. Aye, ye were invaluable up there.” Edward returned the compliments. “I ne’er could have gotten so many without ye.”

Hook greeted Edward at the foot of the stairs. “Good job, sir,” he patted Edward’s shoulder heartily. “And good eyes too, spotting them so far away.”

“Thank you, sir,” Edward accepted his captain’s congratulations humbly, but his eyes twinkled merrily at Hook.

“Men!” Hook called out to gain the attention of his crew. “Were it not for the sharp eyes and quick thinking of Mr. Butcher, we might all be dead and scalped as well.”

Edward bashfully endured the cries of huzzah, wanting only to store his weapons and get busy in the galley when a movement at the stern caught his attention. Without thinking, he shoved Hook to the deck, drew Luke and fired, seemingly all in one smooth motion.

A lone warrior who’d managed to escape detection had scaled the back of the ship and was intent on taking at least one soul, and his choice was the worst possible. The ball from the pistol struck him squarely between his eyes and he keeled backwards into the ocean.

Joe Haigh observed all from the bow, having been relieved of his gun crew duties for the time being. He would would, probably be scrubbing cannons after breakfast.

“That’ll teach you tae try and shoot my captain in the back, you heathen!” Edward roared. He stretched out his hand to help Hook back to his feet with a “Sorry about that, sir.” He patted the pistol, now back in its holster. “Ye can always count on the Gospels tae have your back.”

“Thank you, Mr. Butcher.” Hook said, mildly stunned. “You shall have to explain your pistols names to me sometime. I find your choice quite interesting.”

“Aye sir,” Edward grinned. “But I must below deck and help fix a fine breakfast for the crew.” He had seen Victor already heading for the galley with his fusil.

“Of course,” Hook said. “Dismissed.”

Edward paused at the pantry, which was already open, to store his weapons, save Luke & John which he wore everywhere. Victor was busy cutting a goodly length of sausage links from their pole.

“I’ll be right wi’ you, Victor.” Edward said, pausing to quickly reload Luke. Once in the galley Edward washed his hands and began assembling ingredients for his Colony Biscuits. Victor boiled the sausage first before browning them in the large cast iron skillet, so they would remain tender and juicy, and they were served along with Edward’s biscuits and both plum and raspberry preserves each had taken turns making. At Victor’s suggestion, Edward added a good dose of rum to the men’s hot tea to warm their bellies and their hearts.

Again, Joe Haigh graced the dining hall with his presence to gather his breakfast and go back up top, but Edward stopped him before he could leave.

“Wait here a mo,” Edward winked. “I hae something tae gi’ you.” Edward headed for the pantry unlocking it, and Haigh watched from just outside the door as Edward began to sift through the contents of his sea chest. “Aha!” he said, sounding pleased. He closed the lid, displaying a flintlock pistol in fairly good condition. He locked the pantry door behind him and motioned for Haigh to follow him up the stairs.

“I noticed today that you hae no firearm of your own in the fight this morning,” Edward began. “I’ve had this for longer than I can remember, and it’s served me well. But it’s a forty-five caliber, nae a fifty. It’s yours on one condition.”

Haigh stared at him in disbelief and tried to speak but had lost his voice in the shock.

“Aye, I know what you’re thinkin’” Edward said. “Now why would that man gi’ me a gun? Well Joe, every man should hae at least one. You’ll hae tae find the right size ball and a powder flask, but it’s a good pistol. My only condition is that ye never turn it on any member of this crew. Yes?”

Joe set down his breakfast and looked the pistol over thoroughly. Like all of Edward’s weapons, it had been kept in excellent condition. It had nice balance to it and felt comfortable in his hand.” Oui” he replied. Edward extended his right hand.

“Then let’s shake on it like gentleman, and if you ever use it against any of o’ us, I’ll shoot you myself.” He winked. Joe frowned but shook Edward’s hand firmly. “Now, go and enjoy your breakfast before it gets cold.” Edward grinned. “Oh, and mind that tea. It’s got a bit o’ a kick tae it this morning.”

He headed back to the galley where he found Victor with his arms crossed, regarding him with a most disapproving eye. “What?” Edward said, finally having a minute to fix his own plate of breakfast. “Every man on this ship hae at least a pistol, and if any o’ those savages had gotten on board in any numbers… weel, I would nae like tae think of the outcome.”

“I think it is not wise,” Victor snorted.

“He agreed that he would ne’er turn it on any member o’ this crew, and I told him I’d kill him if he did.” Edward savored the wild boar sausage between one of his biscuits. “Och, man. Your sausage seasoning is spot on, mate.”

Victor nodded at the compliment, then went back to his concerns. “And what if the man he shoots if the captain?”

Edward’s expression grew dark. “Then I’ll shoot the bastard in the knee, and he’ll wish I had shot him dead before I’m done wi’ him.” He took another bite of his sausage biscuit, chewing thoughtfully. “I still di’nae trust what he does on that island, but I think the captain has set his head to rights, and if not, I’ll hunt him down myself if necessary. I’m no called ‘The Butcher” for naught.”

Victor shook his head buit set to fixing his own plate.

“Di’ nae fret.” Edward said. “I’ll be telling the captain myself, so if anyone gets in trouble o’er the affair, it’ll be me.” Victor raised a doubtful eyebrow and began to enjoy his own breakfast. Edward took his plate and cup and decided to finish his meal above deck in the cool fresh air.

#captain hook #pirates #neverland #violence #sleightlyoffhand

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thelittleredheadedmusician · 4 years

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Rats!

Rating: G 1,701 words Gen AO3

For @radioactivepigeons who loves Babs being Oracle, Dick Grayson, and rats, written as celebration for her paper! I hope you like it!

Babs glared at her screen. The motion detectors were going crazy in the West Wing, second floor of the Gotham Natural History Museum. The hall where the collection of precious stones and gems was on display behind thick panes of pelxiglas with thick locks and liberal alarms. The problem was the security cameras showed no one there. The footage wasn’t looped or old, she’d already checked, and yet nothing. But the motion detectors going off? In only the West Wing on the second floor? It was almost an annoyance more than anything.

No alarms had been tripped. There was a possibility of malfunction. Except Babs had already piggy-backed into the system and looked for anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing. The motion detectors were genuinely going off, registering actual movement. Except, it made no sense the pattern that they were flashing. She couldn’t trace any path or direction; they were just alerting at random.

Oracle had notified Gotham’s resident vigilantes of the oddity happening at the museum. Since no alarms were tripped, the police hadn’t been called. Babs didn’t think they’d be much use anyway.

Nightwing was the one who answered her request to check it out, slipping into the museum unnoticed except on her screens. “Oracle?” his voice came through her speakers. “I’m here but it looks like all the gems are in their places and the only break-in tonight is mine.”

“Thank you, Detective Wonder, I couldn’t see that myself,” she let a note of dry teasing slip into her voice.

Dick turned to smile at the closest security camera, “Happy to help!”

Smartass. At least it was a good one.

“You’re my hands and feet, Nightwing. So, get to gumshoeing before I boot you for one of my Batgirls.” It was only half a threat and they both knew it.

“Point taken,” Dick laughed. He began a slow trek through the space, looking for anything out of the ordinary and more importantly, anything missing. As he walked, Babs watched the screen showing the motion detectors. If anything, this little exercise was making it all more confusing instead of clearing it up. The sensors registered Dick’s steady and methodical progress and yet still were blinking seemingly at random. So, they were definitely registering movement. But of what?

“Nightwing, is there anything to your left right now? Anywhere to your left, low high?” Babs frowned at the steady blinking of the sensor right next to Dick’s current position and the video feed that showed empty air.

“No. Should there be?”

“According to the security system? Yes,” she sighed. Babs was good at puzzles, genuinely enjoyed them too. Twisting the information this way and that until a pattern appeared. Organizing and sorting until she had exactly what she needed. Taking something apart to see if she could determine how it worked and then put it back together once more. Looking at angles and theories and data. Taking it all in and making something new.

But this? This was chaos. Chaos that was giving her a bit of a headache with the insistent flashing. Not to mention the frustration that was building somewhere between her throat and her chest. In her jaw and her hands.

“O?” Dick said, spinning in a slow circle. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but, do you think this might be something… paranormal? Supernatural?”

Dropping her head into her hands knocked Babs’s glasses askew. “It does sound crazy,” she grumbled. “Except,” she sighed and sat up, “this is Gotham and our line of work so…”

Her fingers darted back to her keyboard, ready to pull up Zatanna or Raven’s contacts. Failing that – and god forbid – she was owed favors from Jason Blood and John Constantine so one of them could figure it out and Babs could wipe her hands of it. Just, she’d probably make Dick stick around to keep an eye on the gems if that was the case.

The call to Zatanna just began ringing through when a flash of white darted across the screen by Dick’s feet. Babs hung up on the mistress of magic and switched back to Dick’s comm. “Nightwing, what was that?”

“Not sure,” and he sure sounded it as he got down on his hands and knees. Dick reached into the shadows and Babs lost sight of what was happening. “Aha!” came his exclamation a few seconds later.

Dick stood again with something clutched between his hands. It was white and grey and wiggling slightly. “Is that… a rat?”

“A rat I know!” Dick sounded downright pleased. Babs hoped that meant he would hurry up and get to the explanation. “Oracle, say hi to Impulse!” he held the rat up to the camera.

“Unless something happened that no one told me about – and that is highly unlikely – that is not Impulse. Impulse is either a five-foot three teenaged ball of hyperactivity or a chaotic eight-year-old. Not a rat.”

Dick was petting the rat and making kissy faces at it. Normally Babs liked his kissy faces but her patience was just about gone. “The rat was named for the former. By the Flash. My Flash. This is his roommate’s rat.”

“Well, Zookeeper Wonder, I’m going to take your word for it but if I call the Pied Piper and you turn out to be wrong, I am sending the recording of this conversation to everyone in my contacts.” Babs trusted Dick; she wouldn’t have been that extreme if she didn’t. Also, it wasn’t really going to be everyone. Just a few key members of the family, Justice League, Birds, and Titans. They would take care of spreading it to everyone else.

The call to one Hartley Rathaway’s personal cell connected and Babs switched on her voice modulator. It wasn’t worth it when running comms, they all knew who she was anyway, but the Pied Piper was a little outside her normal sphere of influence.

“Hello?” was the hesitant voice on the other end.

“Hello Piper, this is Oracle,” Babs said smoothly, watching Dick play with the rat and making her smile.

There was an audible gulp. “How can I help you?”

“You wouldn’t by chance own a rat named Impulse who is currently running around the second floor, West Wing, of the Gotham Natural History Museum?”

A pause. Babs waited.

“Uh, yeah actually? How’d you know?”

“Nightwing is currently giving it scritches.”

The soft sounds of cursing made her smile. Sometimes her job was just fun and even with the headaches she had to admit that. “That would explain a lot. Uh, I am not trying to rob the place if that makes you feel better? I got wind of some of the Rogues going out of town for a heist and thought I could stop them. Think of the rats as my field troops?”

“Ah, so you are the reason the motion detectors have been going nuts.”

“Sorry?”

“No worries. Just, for future reference, a courtesy call would be lovely and the local rodents and birds would certainly be happy to assist in such matters.” Babs smirked at her own joke.

“Right. Of course. Sorry,” there was a distinct wince in his tone.

She almost felt bad, but her scary reputation was more helpful than not. “I’m assuming you’re still in the area and the Rogues have yet to make a move?”

There was a pause, as though he was trying to figure out how to answer in a manner that wouldn’t incur her wrath. Or Batman’s. Ha, as though Babs was going to tell him any of this. No, what Bruce didn’t know didn’t hurt him and if he asked, she’d tell him she and Nightwing sorted it out and instruct Dick to do the same. And for her, he would. Granted, Mr. Rathaway on the other end of the line was unaware of all this.

“Piper?” she prompted. There were other things Babs had to do tonight and while her annoyance had waned and changed into amusement, she still wanted to wrap this up soon.

“Right. Sorry. I’m in Gotham? Fire escape on the building on the other side of the back alley to be exact.”

“Excellent. Do you have a shortwave comm?”

There was a breath of a laugh. Babs smiled; she’d known it was a dumb question too. Wally had a tendency to forget things here and there, which Babs had managed to get her hands on. She knew Piper’s tech and knew it was good. “Yeah. I do.”

“Switch to local channel eight, I’ll have Nightwing do the same and send him out to you. Not that I don’t trust you or your methods, but he is on the scene.”

“No it’s fine, I get it. And I appreciate it.”

Babs grinned. As they talked she had taken the liberty of hacking into one of the cameras on the museum’s rear and used it to locate Piper. Crouched on the lowest platform of the fire escape, a glint of silver that must be his flute in his lap. She could see his face from this angle, the hand he used to hold his phone to his ear pushing the dark green hood back just enough.

“Excellent. Thank you so much, your cooperation is appreciated and let me know if there’s anything I can assist you with tonight. I’m on channel one.”

“No problem. And, uh, thank you.” He seemed a little dumbfounded, eyes going wide on her screen.

“Oh, one more favor,” Babs said before she hung up and switched back to Dick. He didn’t seem to mind being left hanging this long so far anyway, combination of being used to it and distracted by Piper’s rats. “If you could call off your, ah, foot soldiers? I have nothing against rats, but I was this close to calling an exorcist. They’re doing murder on the motion sensors.”

He chuckled softly, just a hint of embarrassed. “Consider them gone.”

Without further ado, Babs hung up and sent Dick to meet him. Thank god it wasn’t a ghost. Magic users just mucked up the security systems for weeks after and she didn’t have the mental energy for all the footage that would need erasing.

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Leviathan - Chapter 7

*✧･ﾟ Summary: When a strange girl with suspicious abilities catches the eye of Nick Fury and he sends one of the Avengers to bring her under their protection, how will things turn out for them? She is different. There is something wrong with her. Most of the time they can’t decide if they should kill her or let her live. And then, they learn of her past - of all the secrets she has hidden. Her ledger is dripping, gushing, pouring - a whole ocean of red. And she? She is the most terrifying monster lurking in those black and red, mysterious and unexplored waters that can swallow the world and everyone in it.

*✧･ﾟ Warnings: Violence

Y/N - Your Name Y/M/N - Your Mother’s Name

Y/C - Your Country “X” - The First Letter of Your and Your Mom’s Names

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*✧･ﾟ REQUESTS ARE OPEN~! *✧･ﾟ

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You coughed harshly, your hand flying to your chest. Tony immediately rushed to your side and rubbed your back, his other hand holding a glass of water. You panted as you leaned on the pillows in a semi-sat, semi-lying position. Your beloved black cat didn’t waste time to jump on the bed and nestle next to you. Tony took a handkerchief and wiped the blood trail that had coated your lips and chin before folding it and wiping the sweat that has gathered on your forehead before bringing the glass close to your lips and helping you take a sip.

Things had been like this for a few weeks now. The injuries that you had acquired were a serious damage to your body, especially the acid torture. The poison Enzo had filled you with was persistent but they had managed to find a way to slow it down. They also managed to create an antidote and you had been drinking it a few times a day. But the recovery process was still slow. Your healing factor was also recovering slowly and you hoped that once it was up and running, it would heal you completely and flush the remaining poison out.

Things weren’t as complicated as before. Ever since Wanda’s revelations and confirmations, everyone had been much more relaxed around you and trying to be more open and friendly. They weren’t as suspicious of you anymore and were trying to build bridges. Trying...

Tony set the glass on the nightstand and grabbed the comforter, covering you. While doing so, he took a glimpse of the small, golden necklace on your neck. The one you always wore. He smiled when he remembered what you told him a few weeks ago.

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“I’m very curious thought… you already knew I was your… father… when we met back in Y/C… How?” he asked and you smiled, lifting your arm, your hand grabbing a thin golden chain and pulling it out from underneath your hospital gown.

“Do you see this?” you asked and he looked down at the gentle jewelry. “This belonged to my mom. She gave it to me… on the night of the attack…” muttered the girl and Tony’s face fell. He cherished Y/M/N. He kept her close to his heart. He loved her dearly. When he had heard of her death… it ruined him. He couldn’t even come to imagine how you had felt. And above all, you had witnessed everything. His heart reached out for you. “You see these three initials?” you asked and he leaned closer, staring. There were three letters – one “X”, one “X”, and one “T”.

“Mom always used to tell me that my dad was a genius that the world has never seen before,” you told him with sparkling eyes and excited voice. “Later on, when I grew up and had the chance to research more… I found a picture of you two together. I learned that she had been working for Stark Industries but she left after some time… And then I also remembered that my birth was just a few months after she left Stark Industries… Your name doesn’t start with a “T”… you are Anthony… but you go by Tony Stark… I managed to put two and two together,” smiled the girl and the man returned it.

“You are brilliant,” he whispered and you chuckled.

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“Hey,” you started unsurely once you got in a comfortable position. “I know you worry about my health… but I’m feeling much better… soo-“

“Will I allow you to go speak to our four guests?” he raised an eyebrow and your mouth froze in a ‘o’ before you pursed your lips.

“Well… yeah...”

“Well… I guess… after you take your nap,” he offered and you huffed.

“Fine.”

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You were finally allowed to leave your room and go feed in the living room alongside the others. Here you were now, all gathered around the table, eating Indian food. You hummed in contentment as you shoved more of the Rogan Josh in your mouth. You gulped it down and were about to take another piece, when the coughing fit hit you hard. You coughed your lung out and a blood trickled down your nose. Tony, who was sitting beside you, flinched, still not used to seeing you suffer like that, wiped the trail with a handkerchief, while Wanda passed you a glass of water that you eagerly accepted and gulped down before letting out a sigh.

“Do we have pears?” you asked after some time and Tony nodded.

“Yepp, we do. Want some?”

“Yes,” you smiled faintly and he returned it before standing up and going over to the fridge, opening it and taking out a bag full of pears. He washed them before returning to the table, and started peeling them.

“No, no, no,” you put a hand over his which halted his movements. You snatched the pear from his hand and bit down. “The peels contain lots of vitamins. They also take longer to digest so that keeps you feeling full for a longer period of time and it kind of prevents the sweet cravings. Besides, it’s less messy eating them that way,” you shrugged as you chewed and Tony chuckled.

“But what about the pesticides?” asked Peter and Tony shook his head.

“Those are pears from my garden. I’ve been thoroughly taking care of them.”

“You have a garden?” asked Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t trust the fruits and vegetables people sell. Who knows what they do to them. And I have a kid after all. I don’t want Morgan getting sick and fucking up her stomach because of the shit food they try shoving down our throats,” explained Tony and you hummed.

“Preach.”

“You two are weirdly adorable,” laughed Bruce and Tony grinned.

“Of course we are. We are Starks.”

“Those pears are indeed amazing. They taste much better than what I buy. I’m so going to raid your garden,” you threatened jokingly and Tony chuckled. “Pears are probably one of my most favourite things to eat.”

“No one can beat the caramel, though. Or the chocolate strawberry combinations,” voiced Wanda from beside you and you sent her a teasing look.

“How did you know?” you asked knowingly and the witch sniggered.

A few minutes in silence passed before you took the last bite and put the leftovers in a plate, lifting your gaze to stare at Rhodes.

“Ok, I know you guys still don’t fully trust me, but can you stop looking at me as if I’ll snap and slit all of your throats? We won’t make any progression that way,” you sighed. “Besides, that’s not the way I prefer killing people.”

“Not the best time to joke about that,” whispered Tony.

“Yeah, we’ve heard of your favourite way of killing people. Ripping their hearts and spines off. That’s why they call you the Ripper,” grunted the war machine and you laughed, your eyebrows raising and brightening your face.

“Oh, really? So, I’m like what? Modern Jack the Ripper!?”

“Are you seriously proud and impressed by that?”

“Hey, now! I’m just preserving the culture,” you grinned widely as you wiggled your eyebrows.

“The sociopathic culture you mean,” drawled Rhodes.

“I’m not a sociopath. That thing with the heart and spine ripping? Happened only once,” you shrugged. “People just exaggerate it in order to create another story to scare their children with. Not my fault. I kill clean. Snapping necks, blowing brains and throwing knives very accurately,” you accentuated the last few words. “But what I’m good at is integrating within organizations and destroying them from the inside out,” you leaned closer and looked the man right in the eyes, making him glare at you, and the others to look a bit uneasy.

“Is that a threat?”

“I don’t know Colonel, you tell me,” you mused.

“C’mon, don’t fuck with their head. They are messed up as they are,” grunted Wanda, letting out an amused chuckle.

“Yeah, better stop,” added Tony but it was obvious he was enjoying this exchange.

“But Wanda, dad, I was just having some fun,” you whined.

“That’s not the best humour you got there,” drawled Sam with a faint smile.

“Not my fault he has a stick up his ass,” you exclaimed as you pointed at Rhodes.

“Sorry Tony, but I just can’t trust her,” growled the man in question.

“It’s up to you whether you trust me or not, Starboy. Do you think I care either way?” you asked mockingly and he bristled, causing Sam to chuckle.

“Not funny, Sam!” he sent him a sour look but the man only grinned more.

“Sorry but, it’s quite hilarious to me. She is one of the few who manages to get under your skin and piss you off so royally. Your face gets all red… it’s just, very entertaining.”

“See? Chirpy gets it. You should just ignore me instead of letting my shit get to you and rile you up. Don’t be the childish and immature one by firing back,” you chirped and Tony sighed.

“Y/N-“

“What? It’s the truth!” you shrugged as you tried to keep straight face but ended up snorting hard.

“You do realize that you are the bigger child in the situation, right?” huffed Sam in amusement.

“I’m faaar from a child.”

“Yeah, yeah. We already know you are a master of seduction. No need to prove it again.”

“Yeah, we all have tight pants here.”

“That was a good one,” your body jerked forwards as you waved your forefinger. “You are upgrading. But I wasn’t referring to my nightly endeavours and seductive infiltrating missions. How did you come to know of these skills of mine anyways?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and the men coughed awkwardly.

“Aha…”

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“Careful,” muttered Tony as he helped you stand from the bed and gave you a crutch. You tightened your lips but gladly accepted the support.

“I want to see Fromir first,” you looked at Tony and the man inhaled slowly before nodding and the two of you made your way to the interrogation rooms. White and empty with only one chair and a table. The three were locked separately, being supervised by many agents, including Rhodes and Sam.

“Did he spill anything for the past weeks he’s been in here?” you asked once you faced the two soldiers and they shook their heads. You huffed as you entered the room, the other three following you. The man had been sitting on a stool with his head in his hands when he heard someone entering. He lifted his head and his eyes widened.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed as he stood up sharply, his gaze focusing on the opened doors. You stayed silent with a blank face, your hand gripping tightly the crutch. “W-we can t-talk this through, r-right?” he asked as he lifted his hands in surrender, sending a shaky smile, and you narrowed your eyes, your lips scrunching as your nose twitched. Tony raised an outrageous eyebrow and Rhodes and Sam blinked dumbly. The man had been so cocky and confident, a big smart-ass with a huge, babbling mouth, that spoke not the things they needed, staying silent despite their harsh interrogation. But the moment you had appeared, his legs trembled and his voice shook. There was a stifling silence that continued for a minute, causing everyone to stand on edge until you broke it with your raw, savage scream. Fromir took a step back when you threw the crutch on the ground and advanced on him, grabbing him by the shirt and lifting him in the air, throwing him to the side. He hit the glass wall painfully. It didn’t break because of its sturdiness but it was even more painful than if it had broken.

“Say it,” you growled as you strode over to him, not even limping despite your still weak body. Adrenaline and pure rage were pumping through your veins, accompanied by the longing desire of revenge. “Did you enjoy it?” you rumbled as you kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying and rolling to the other side of the room. Sam made a step forward but Tony outstretched his arm, his hand landing on his chest, as he sent him a look that clearly told him to not intervene. You neared the man quickly, speaking louder and deadlier with each word.

“Shoving your dick in my mouth? Slicing me? Experimenting on me? Did you enjoy it?” you snarled as you picked him up again and rammed him on the ground, causing him to lose his breath and grunt in pain.

“I did,” he gasped out and you snapped.

“Fuck you! I was just a kid!” you screamed as you grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air. “You took me away from my home! You killed my mom in front of me!” you shouted ferociously before throwing him away. He rolled on the floor and grasped his aching throat. “I’m strong because of you… but the price I had to pay was not worth that! Now it’s time you pay yours!” you choked, coughing, as you fell on your knees. Tony rushed to your side and grabbed your shoulders, steadying you.

“For God’s sake, don’t strain yourself! Do you have a death wish?” he contained himself from yelling as he watched you with red, concerned eyes. You calmed down as your breathing evened and you grabbed Tony’s shoulder, using it to support yourself as you stood once again. You walked slowly to Fromir who backed away in a corner and you only bared your teeth at him with pure resentment shining in your eyes.

“Whatever you did to me, I will do to you… tenfold… and then I’ll kill ya,” you grumbled out as you spat on him before turning around and limping towards the fallen crutch, staring at it for a second, contemplating, before bending and taking it, turning to look at Tony.

“I know my limits… I know when I need help,” you murmured and he let out a long sigh before he also stood up and neared you.

“I think that’s enough visits for one day. I’m not letting you out of your room until you fully recover,” he told you with a promising look in his eyes and you pouted but nodded nonetheless.

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“So… do you have something to tell me?” you asked as you stood with crossed arms in front of a kneeling man. He shook his head. “Because I have a lot of words on the edge of my tongue, waiting to be spilt,” you growled lowly before your hands grabbed his collar and hoisted him up, shoving him violently, making him stumble, although he didn’t lose balance. “When dad told me that he got some cowardly brat as a hostage, I didn’t think for a second that it would be you. After all, you were always so cocky. Such a big mouth. Hiding behind that favourite whip of yours. You looked so big back then. So scary and intimidating… I never thought you would be such a coward,” you huffed as you leaned on the table behind you. The man looked at his feet. You chewed angrily on your lip before you bolted and grabbed his hands, turning him around and kicking the back of his knees, making him fall down. You didn’t waste time to tie his wrists to the metal pole and secure him tightly. Ignoring his whimpering and pleading, you walked calmly to the table and grabbed a long, thin whip.

“I’ve always wondered… what would it be if I was on the other side… I’m quite anxious to finally have that question answered,” you sneered and before he even realized it, the whip connected with his back with a loud smack. He yelled. You did it again and again and again until his whole back was bloody and chunks of his skin littered the ground alongside drops and pools of blood.

“I remember this agent. Gods, I don’t know how she survived in HYDRA. She was so strong... She was probably the only truly good person there. Raised in captivity she was. But even thought they raised her with their ideals, she still held tightly to her own that she had secretly built… much like me, I guess… She was a great actress. Never let them doubt her loyalties. She was only true to me. She always took care of me. Whenever I was hurting. She healed me. She mostly helped me with the wounds you inflicted. She would put ice on my back. She would hold my hand. Stay by the bedside even,” you spoke quietly as you dropped the whip on the ground and leaned helplessly on the table as memories flooded you once again.

“And then she was sent on a mission. No details were revealed, of course. Just one thing. That she almost revealed HYDRA to SHIELD. A disgrace. One hundred whips she got… from you… I heard. Then you flayed her… She died screaming…” you reminded him and he gulped as he whispered pleas.

“P-please! I’m s-s-sorry!” that only made you laugh.

“Do you remember what they taught us in HYDRA?” you asked as you grabbed a knife and straightened, walking slowly towards him. “We beg for no mercy. And we show no mercy… Every time I begged for mercy, they would double the tortures until I stopped begging altogether,” you smiled bitterly as you tilted your head. “Are you so brave, all of a sudden? Do you dare ask me for mercy? I mean, I may consent and give it to you. But then again, after everything I’ve been taught and after everything you’ve done… do you think I will? Maybe you’ll just anger me so much that I would decide to flay you as well. Or maybe split you in half? Or do the blood eagle torture? That’s classic! I love classics,” you waved your free arm excitedly, laughing, and he sniffed, trying to keep his tears at bay.

“P-p-please,” he whimpered and you scrunched your nose in disgust. You leaned and breathed into his neck, almost causing him to sob and soil his pants.

“I think I’ve made up my mind,” you whispered and you cut the ropes on his wrists, setting him free. He fell on the ground and let out shaky sighs of relief.

“Thank y-you,” he sniffed but then he felt your boot on his body, turning him around so he was laying on his back, facing you. He groaned because of the pain but managed to compose himself and open his eyes to look at you. You were tilting your head left and right, observing him. And then you lifted your foot and drove the high heel of your boot right through his throat. He choked and sputtered and when you removed it, his hands flew to clutch his throat, to try and stop the flow of blood sipping through the hole. And then you threw the knife, hitting his head powerfully. It embedded into the floor below. He was dead in an instant.

“There is your mercy,” you whispered as you turned around and grabbed a handkerchief from your pocket, wiping blood drops from your hands and heel and throwing it over his body before walking away.

“Now… round two.”

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“Gah!” screeched a woman as blood and saliva flew from her mouth.

“My, my… How the cards have turned,” you whispered as you faced the woman, your noses touching, before you licked her cheek. “I told you… that you would choke on your tongue and teeth,” you smiled crazily as you looked down at Narween. After another week or two, your healing factor had kick-started and helped you make full recovery. You were up and running in no time. And now… now there you stood, right after dealing with the coward, facing three people tied to chairs with special chains that didn’t allow them to use their powers… well, two... except Fromir.

You hummed a melody from Alice Madness Returns as you circled them. Your hands and front were drenched in blood. Teeth, nails, tongues, fingers… you could find anything on the floor.

“Now, I didn’t need to interrogate you per se… Abraham already told me of your plans, abilities, etcetera… But I needed a reason to torture you,” you revealed and their eyes widened. “Oh, yes. Abraham didn’t lose his memories of me at all. When he had the opportunity, he revealed everything to me. Funny, he thought you had erased MY memories of him… He died a second time because of you… and now you will pay the price,” you growled lowly as you came to stand behind Narween. The woman breathed shakily, her eyes watering, as you grabbed your shoulder with one hand.

“The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse… in modern terms, the edgy, emo book club,” you snorted. “Have you read poetry?” you asked as you tilted your head, your hand squeezing Narween’s shoulder painfully until a pop echoed in the room and the woman’s muffled yells followed, causing the men to cringe. “It’s quite nice. Let me recite something for you. It’s called “A Poison Tree” by William Blake,” you smiled evilly as you licked the stained with blood blade of your knife.

“I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end… I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow,” you recited as you brought your knife and slit Narween’s throat. “And I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles,” you whispered in Fromir’s ear as you walked to stand behind him. He let out a pathetic whimper when you squeezed his shoulder. ”And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,” you growled huskily before driving the knife through his throat, much slower than you did Narween. He choked for a while, his body jerking before he stilled. You straightened and slowly stalked over to Enzo.

“And into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole;” you kept on reciting as you came to stand in front of the man, crouching down and grabbing his face with one hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb. You leaned and placed a kiss on his lips. “In the morning glad I see;” you whispered, your breath tickling his skin, before you, once again, drove the knife down and slit his throat. “My foe outstretched beneath the tree,” you mumbled the last words as you watched him gag, blood spurting on your face, neck and collarbone. He stilled. The light in his eyes disappeared. You stared at his face for a little while before standing up. The knife slipped from your grasp and clanked as it fell on the tiles. You turned your back on the corpses.

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Sunsets. They were beautiful. And yet so dangerous. They indicated the coming of the night, and the night was full of terrors. Demons lurking in the darkness. Your own demons, inside, fueled by the dark outside. You stood on the rooftop of the tower, staring blankly as the sun lowered more and more, your face illuminated, the sun’s dying fire burning in your eyes.

“Not avenging yourselves, beloved, but give place to the wrath, for it hath been written, 'Vengeance is Mine. I repay; saith the Lord...”

“And the Lord is me,” whispered the woman as she threw one last look at the setting sun before turning her back on it and walking away.

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Author Note: I hope you enjoyed it~ Feel free to ask any questions if you are confused about something. Feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes.

When I say that phrase – “And the Lord is me” – I don’t mean to sound offensive. What I’m trying to say is that, while there IS a higher power, WE are those who create and rule over OUR reality. So, in OUR OWN world, we are the Gods because we make things happen the way they happen. We set our own laws and we obey them. We can also break them whenever we want to. That’s what I meant.

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