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jewels-writes · 3 years

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prompt: “Stay.”

Deku could feel his body being shaken with an urgency but he didn’t know why.

“-ku! Deku! You damn nerd open your stupid eyes!” There was no mistaking that voice, it was Kacchan.

A sudden slap to the face forced his eyes open and he blinked rapidly, his unfocused eyes darting around.

“Oh good, you’re not dead.” Bakugou grunted. He was kneeling over Deku in what Deku thought to be an odd position. It was almost like Bakugou was protecting him. But that couldn’t be right.

Bakugou didn’t protect people. Especially not Deku.

“What- what happened?” Deku groaned as he sat up. Immediately he felt a pounding headache and a few bruises on his lower body.

“You took a bad hit you idiot. You’re lucky I could handle that villain alone.” Bakugou mumbled, taking a seat next to his childhood friend. More quietly he added, “Don’t ever do that again. Scared the shit outa me.”

“S-sorry.” Deku apologized and tried to stand up. It was more of a struggle to stay upright. He was almost thankful he couldn’t see what he looked like.

“The hell are you- get back down here. You’re in no condition to be fighting.” Deku opened his mouth to protest but Bakugou swung his hand against the boys legs, sending him to his knees. “Stay. You can’t do any good the way you are right now.”

“I can.. I can-“ Deku muttered and began to crawl towards the sounds of an ongoing battle. Bakugou grabbed his ankle and squeezed, probably forming a bruise.

“I said, stay.” What made Deku pause wasn’t the normal anger in his voice.

Kacchan was scared.

“Ka.. why are you-“ Katsuki finally let some of his features show what he was feeling and his face contorted.

Pain. Fear. Denial.

“Please.. stay with me. Don’t go where I can’t come with you..” Katsuki wheezed and Deku immediately understood something. He’d overlooked his friend’s condition since he thought he was fine.

He wasn’t.

There was a pool of blood on the ground underneath his left hip. A trail of blood leading from somewhere in his hair, down the features of his face, and dripping from his chin to his chest. Not only that, but one of his wrists was tilted at a disgusting angle.

Deku hadn’t even noticed.

“Don’t give me that look you nerd.” He coughed out and Deku looked at him, horrified. “I’ve been though worse. I’ll be fi” His words were cut short by a truly terrible coughing fit. Blood poured from his mouth like a river.

Deku began shaking- no trembling- at the sight. He had to do something. Anything. Think!

He began ripping apart his hero costume into strips that could be used as bandages. The half conscious blonde watched him with confusion in his eyes.

Deku began placing the cloth around Kateuki’s injuries and paused when there was a grunt of pain.

“Keep going..” Bakugou breathed. “Don’t worry about hurting me. It won’t matter in a few minutes anyways..”

“Don’t say that.” Deku scolded him, somehow managing to keep the tremor out of his voice.

When he finished with Katsuki and bandaged him up the best he could he finally relaxed. He wouldn’t bleed out. It would be okay.

The world tilted. Was it supposed to do that?

A dull thud sounded as Deku’s head smacked against the ground next to his loud blonde.

“Deku?” Nothing. “Oi, don’t you dare fall asleep!” Still nothing. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Shit! Deku wake up!!”

Katsuki grabbed the greenette’s hair in a fistful and yanked his head up. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open.

Breathing.

He was breathing. It was okay.

Katsuki pulled Deku on top of him, tucking his head under his chin so it nestled into his neck. Even if he was unconscious, he should be comfortable.

It had been hours. Deku hadn’t even stirred once. The sounds of battle had long since ceased. Bakugou guessed that the heroes had lost since no recovery team had come for them.

He’d check for breathing every five minutes. It was always there. It gave him hope that they could escape from the hellhole.

He let his eyes slip closed for a moment, not even a minute, when he heard voices.

“Hey-!” He shouted smiled in relief when the voices came closer.

It was gonna be okay.

“Deku we’re gonna be okay.. I promise you.”

#bakudeku #bakugou #whump #angst prompt #anime #deku #midoryia #izuku #Katsuki #bnha #bnha prompt #short story #very short story #angst

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ukiyo-vibes · 3 years

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Ooo, heard you needed some writing requests from a little birdie, anywho, may I have an S/O who gets saved from a bully by Fuyuhiko? It can go any direction you would like from how Fuyu saved the S/O to how he cared for their wounds (if S/O had any), but it should end with some fluff. Let your imagination run ^^

First request, baby! I actually really enjoy writing for Fuyuhiko, so thanks, I guess.

(Oh wow this turned out really long sorryyyy)

Fuyuhiko Saving his S/O from Bullies

You walked down the halls as dozens of other students streamed past you, keeping your head down so they didn't recognize you. But when you turned the corner into a more empty hallway, you realized it didn't matter. Two boys and a girl were huddled around an open locker, as one of the boys took textbooks and homework out. You figured it must be his locker, but at this point it didn't matter. Your next class was just past them, and you couldn't walk around the other way cause you were already running late.

Timidly, you tried to sneak past them, but to your disdain, you suddenly heard a female voice behind you. "Hey!"

Flinching, you turned only to be greeted by the face of Komatsu Akira, hands on her hips and wavy blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. "Don't think I didn't see you over here." The rest of the trio, the tall, attractive Suzuki and notoriously aggressive Hayakawa, joined her on either side, grinning maliciously.

"W-what do you want?" you stammered. You tried to act confident, but inside, you were terrified of them. And you had every reason to be. These three had been the popular, mean kids for as long as you could remember, and for some reason they had chosen you as their target.

"Wha, wha, what do you think?" Suzuki laughed, mocking your stutter. "We want what we always want."

"Yeah, cough up, bitch! Where's the booze at?" Hayakawa nabbed your backpack from your hands, and despite your protests, started ruffling through it. You trembled, because you knew you hadn't gotten it. Why would you? You weren't gonna risk going to jail to support a couple teenagers' alcohol addictions.

While this was happening, Komatsu was roughing you up, shoving your back against the locker and getting up in your face. You could see Hayakawa's face getting more and more frustrated as he searched through your pockets, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he gave up, and you would be punished in some sort of humiliating way. Last time, they wrote "IDIOT" on your forehead in permanent marker, and it took almost a week to wash off. You shuddered thinking about what else they could come up with.

But then, just as you thought it was finally going to happen, someone turned the corner. You recognized the boy from a couple of your classes, but you never learned his name. He had a pretty small build, with short, blond hair. From what you'd seen of him, he seemed kind of aggressive, which was partly why you stayed away from him.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" he shouted down the hallway." The group immediately turned towards the sound, and you heard Hayakawa curse quietly. You looked over at Suzuki and noticed that he looked completely pale. You didn't know why, the boy wasn't exactly super intimidating.

"Hey, mind your own business, why don't you?" Komatsu retorted angrily. The boy ignored her, and ran over to you. You silently thanked him. After all, who knows what could've happened if he hadn't interrupted?

He snatched your backpack from Hayakawa's hands and glared at him. "You were going through her stuff, weren't you?" You stared at the ground, wishing this whole day could just be over. "Yeah, what's it to ya? Get outa here, this isn't about you." Hayakawa reached for the bag again, but the boy swatted his hand away.

Suzuki leaned over Hayakawa's shoulder. "D-dude, I think we should go," he stammered, nervously. Komatsu made a face. "What are you so afraid of?" Meanwhile, the boy held his stare.

"Here are your options right now," he said, venom dripping from his words. "Either you get the fuck out of here and never let me see your faces again, or I get you expelled."

"Expelled?! Ha! Yeah right, pussy." Komatsu laughed in his face. Even you had to admit, he sounded like he was spouting off a copypasta. But Suzuki looked absolutely petrified.

"Guys seriously, let's go," he urged. Hayakawa turned to him, astounded. "What? Dude, you can't seriously be afraid of this kid."

"Bro, that's Fuyuhiko. As in Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu?"

"Wait, Kuzuryuu?" Komatsu's confidence faltered. She thought for a moment, and then her expression fell. "You don't mean..."

Meanwhile, Hayakawa was having the same reaction. Now you were really confused. This Fuyuhiko guy claimed to have enough power to get these kids expelled, and his name made the teenagers who had been terrorizing her for months now practically wet their pants? What the hell was going on here?

"Yep, that's right. Now scram." The bullies immediately scrambled away like scared little puppies. You watched them run away in awe. Did this mean that it was finally over? No more having to steal alcohol and risk going to jail for those jerks? You almost broke down crying, you were so happy.

Fuyuhiko rushed over by your side. "Are you okay? It looked like they were roughing you up pretty good."

You blushed. "N-no, I'm okay," you said softly. Then, you remembered how everything went down, and you were suddenly confused again. "So wait, what was all that?"

He grinned sheepishly. "I... might be a mob boss?"

Your jaw dropped. Surely he was kidding, right? Then again, that would make sense as to why he influence over the headmaster. But still, how could you not have known something like this??

Even though you said you were fine, he still checked your arms for any bruises. As his fingertips grazed your shoulders, the two of you held eye contact for a couple seconds. You took in the way the sunlight glinted off his eyes, and the grooves carved into the side of his hair, until you both realized how awkward things were getting. You looked away from each other, laughing a little. Obviously you weren't in love with the guy you just met...

..were you?

{fin}

#💚 Mod Rantaro 💚#Danganronpa #Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu #Fuyuhiko x reader

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eponinemylove · 4 years

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Neil + getting hurt

this is badly written bc it’s just me brainstorming but

alright so this boy has a pretty high tolerance for pain, but he knows when he’s hurt. he knows how to feel for cracks in his ribs or when he’s broken something

he’s pretty used to getting hurt and the foxes all cry at night bc of it

he’s not an idiot when it comes to injuries but he is when it comes to knowing when to stop because of his injuries.

his first reaction to just about any injury is to patch it up and deal with it himself (if he can pry himself away from the courts long enough)

sometimes he’ll bother Andrew if he needs help

but

if Andrew can’t/won’t help, the next person he goes to is Aaron

(he doesn’t go to Kevin because even though Kevin gets it, he would actually hurt Neil if Neil didn’t treat an injury properly right away. Kevin doesn’t play that shit. Go see Abby)

the other foxes might know what to do, but even if they did, they would make him see Abby too so he doesn’t waste his time

anyway so Andrew is out with Renee and Allison one day and Neil goes out for a run. It’s fine until some student wasn’t looking where they were going and crash into Neil as he turns a corner

They’re both fine, but Neil lands hard on his shoulder and the concrete scraped the shit outa him. He finishes his run and gets back to the tower not really thinking anything of it till he goes to shower and realizes his shoulder looks really bad

Aaron is next door studying for a biology test when just. Neil just walks in with literally zero warning and sits down across from him

Neither of them say anything for a minute. Aaron finishes the page he’s taking notes on them looks at Neil like what do you want

Neil’s like “I hurt my shoulder and I can’t reach it to bandage it up.”

Aaron’s goes ???? He’s so done. “whatever let me see it”

and Neil takes off his shirt

a COUPLE OF THINGS TO NOTE HERE

aaron has seen Neil after the nest and after his father. He’s seen Neil beat to shit and looking like hell. He hasn’t seen Neil’s scars though.

and it’s not that Neil’s comfortable showing his scars off because he’s definitely not. He can just barely show them to Abby. But he’s tired and Aaron already looks annoyed that he’s wasting time and whatever, Andrew will be back soon and they have practice tonight and Neil can’t reach so Aaron is gonna have to suck it up and bandage him

His shoulder is a little more than “hurt”

Aaron goes straight into doctor mode. He has to disenfect it and it’s way too much for just a band aid so he gets some gauze and patches that up

They don’t say anything the entire time. Aaron works in silence and Neil is just staring. Aaron can’t tell if he’s focused or not

Neil leaves with a half-assed thanks and Aaron is just. He’s annoyed ok. His brother’s tool of a boyfriend just comes in and interrupts his studying to demand that he kiss his scrape better and then just leaves. Fuck that guy

like exactly 5 minutes later when Aaron gets back to studying he has that “oh shit” moment of realiziation where it hits him that Neil came to him for help and showed him his scars. He appreciates what that means, even if he is still petulantly grumpy at being bothered

this happens just a couple of times but Aaron doesn’t take it for granted. theyre both aware that Neil’s letting himself be vulnerable in that moment, which is really hard for him

Neil also goes to see Abby sometimes. He doesn’t like to because he has to leave the tower but if he’s already out and hurting then he’ll drop by

Abby worries about him all the time and constantly reassures him that it’s ok!! she wants him to see her if he’s injured!! nothing is too small

Abby also starts to load up on Neil’s favorite snacks. He refuses to go easy on her and just give her a grocery list so she has to pull some Sherlock Holmes type shit and piece together what the kid likes on her own. (he drinks water and/or orange juice, he won’t eat anything too sweet, chips are a maybe, fruit is always good)

So, to recap, if he’s not pretending that his injury isn’t serious (which is still the majority of the time), he’s paying a discreet visit to Andrew, Aaron, or Abby

he prefers to handle his shit himself, but this is progress!

there is one (1) time though where Neil gets hurt and demands to go to the hospital

It’s nothing too bad. Nothing life-threatening. The team is actually really happy that they didn’t even have to force Neil to call time and see a doctor, but they don’t quite understand why he’s freaking out so bad

It happens when they’re playing a game. No one sees what happens but Neil goes down and he takes a little too long to get back up. Wymack and Kevin both look ready to drag him off court but he surprises everyone by signaling to the ref and limping off himself

he goes straight to Abby on the bench. Something happened to his leg, he pulled a muscle or something, idk, but it scared the shit out of him

they’re in the last quarter so Neil holds out until they foxes win but then he’s like “Abby. I need to see a doctor, now”

everyone is confused af but they go with it

They get him to a doctor who checks it out. Something’s definitely strained but it’s not too serious and he can play in a few weeks at most

the foxes get ready for Neil to just absolutely ignore that but??? Neil is like ok and actually sits out practice and shit

he doesn’t get back onto the court until Abby clears him

The next day the foxes can’t help it. they have to know

Andrew and Kevin tell them to leave it alone, but. My boys aren’t immune. They wanna know too. They just have a feeling the answer is gonna be bad

it is

After practice everyone just kinda invites themselves over to Wymack’s and Abby cooks. They’re chatting for a while, just fucking around, when someone brings it up

It’s Nicky

“So, not that we’re not all thrilled you’re taking care of yourself, but what happened when you hurt your leg?”

And Neil debates not telling them but he catches Andrew out of the corner of his eye pretending not to be interested and really there’s no reason to hide anything from the team, so

“idk. It’s just, when my father-“

collective wince

“-kidnapped me in Baltimore and he had me in the basement, he was debating how to torture me-“

so yeah this is not great. The foxes are in Instant Regret. Andrew’s fork is bending. Dan looks like her vein might explode. Matt has tears and his eyes and may or may not be actually crying

“-one of the things he said was that he’d cut my hamstrings so I couldn’t run this time. He didn’t, obviously, but...” Neil kinda takes a break there and wow this is hard to admit but it’s them so it’s ok “it just really scared me. I wouldn’t be able to escape. I could never play exy. Everything would’ve been for nothing if I couldn’t run. My career would be over, the Moriyamas—“

ok he stops there

they get the point

Kevin changes the subject bc believe it or not he isn’t useless and has gotten really good at Not Talking about things and redirecting conversation

it takes a while but the night goes on and they’re all fine, it’s in the past, they know that neil is here and he’s okay and his father is dead

any questions of “are you okay” are met with a withering look and yeah that’s fair but neil knows it’s with good intentions

andrew drags neil out of the room when nobody is looking

he kisses him hard and whispers about his father and the moriyamas never being able to get to him again

neil reminds him that andrew doesn’t have to protect him anymore

andrew knows that it isn’t their deal but he wants to okay? he wants to protect neil and keep him safe

170%

everyone goes home eventually

later andrew and neil will be in bed and andrew will kiss his thighs and replace any memories of cold stone floor and axes with soft lips and soft hairs tickling the insides of his legs

#listen i know this is trash it was just a quick little drabble ok #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #tfc #the foxhole court

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pizzaboat · 3 years

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Camileda and its young Camileda at that, because there's barely any content of them on their own.

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They're mortal enimies, that's how it was meant to be.

When they first saw each other it was loath at first sight.

No one had fueded as hard as them, not in the history of the school.

To Eda, Camila is the jackass that always gets in her way.

To Camila, Eda's the thorne in her side; someone hell bent on destroying her life.

So what happens when they form a truce? Not good things that's for sure..

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"Am I supposed to be scared now, Clawthorne?"

Camila stared defiantly up at the taller girl. She refused to be intimidated by the amber eyes that bored holes through her skull.

"Yeah, you are Noceda." The red head snarled back, "mind your damn business and stay the hell outa my way."

"Stay out of your way?" Camila scoffed, "you're the one causing problems, you're the one that messed up band practice!"

"Aww did that make you sad?" Eda sneered,

"does that make you wanna cry? jeez, it was funny, learn to take a joke!"

"It wasn't funny!" Camila seethed, "some kids were really allergic to that itching powder you put in the costumes!"

Eda hesitated loosing some of her steam.

"Ok Fine." Eda conceded, "that part wasn't as funny, but the rest was hilarious, I've never seen that dork, Alador run so fast."

"Because he was being chased by a flock of geese!"

"You say that like I shouldn't laugh, but when you say it outloud, it's had not to" Eda chuckled.

Eda mimicked Aladors crys for help, and then flew into a fit of laughter.

Camila couldn't believe this was who she was stuck in detention with; Sure Alador was a dick. But that didn't make what Eda did to the rest of the band right.

Eda calmed down, and as quickly as she'd started laughing, the humour had left her.

"But I meant what I said princess,"

camila cringed at the nickname while Eda continued;

"Stay out of my way."

"Listen, tough girl. I'd love to never see your pretty face again–nice black eye by the way–

"–Yeah, thanks for that." Eda spat.

–and I'd love to never have to endure our special talks, anymore; but you keep starting trouble, and I'm not going to let you ruin my life just so you can get your kicks!"

"I'm not ruining your life, you're just obsessed with me." Eda crossed her arms, "You haven't been able to leave me alone since day one!–"

"–And yeah ok, there'll always be someone to rat me out and mostly I don't mind, even if it is annoying, but it's always you, I don’t have to wonder who screwed me over because I always know its gonna be you. Every time. Takes the fun outa of guessing."

Eda sat on a desk behind her and sighed looking to the sealing, "you're consistent though, I'll give ya that."

Camila stood up and was relieved to find her stomach didn't hurt anymore. She'd never been punched in the gut before earlier and she wasn't eager to relive the experience, But still she had to say;

"I'm not going to leave you alone until you leave me alone. If you do that then we'll be fine. Also, stop roping other people into your pranks too, I don't care what you do to the teachers or the likes of Alador, but my friends aren't your collateral damage."

"When did this become a negotiation?" Eda snorted.

"Well, do you want to continue on the way we were before? It's simple, I won't step on your toes if you don't step on mine."

Eda eyed her suspiciously with her good one, considering the offer. A moment later the girl made up her mind;

"Fine." She smirked and stuck out her hand, "you really annoying though, you know that?"

Camila smiled back, "that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

She then frowned, " ..Miss Jenkinmires not coming back is she?"

Eda went and slipped her school bag onto her shoulder;

"Nope" she said with a pop.

And then she disipeared out the classroom door.

#the owl house #eda clawthorne #camila noceda #edalyn clawthorne #toh eda #toh camila #camileda #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfic #young eda #young camila noceda #young camileda

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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I love your Levi asks! can I have one where Levi's little girl has a crush on eren and Levis all protective and is like 'god why this brat'.

Tell me how I had a feeling someone would request this. But I’m so happy you like them please enjoy this one!

This is how Levi would go and hunt Eren

He never really noticed until you pointed it out to him . He felt stupid the second you told him. His little girl, the one he held in his arms for years has a crush. It could have been on ANYONE, and she chose the Titan boy. He started to notice all the actions you pointed out.

But This was his little girl, Not some new trainee! She was the one he helped to make, and watch her come into the world. She was still that little 4 year old that ran to him after a long day. The same girl who took her first steps to him.

“She does not like him” he crossed his arms

“Well what did I do before we started dating?”

Apparently she acts how you did when you had a crush on Levi.

She became very shy around him. Check

Eye contact was difficult. Check

Fiddling with her fingers. Check

Watches him from afar. Check

Compliments him on his skills. Check

Damn it she did like him. He didn’t want to get emotional about it but he couldn’t help but be upset. Okay, she’s 15 but that’s too young.

Besides he knows exactly what goes through a 15 year old boy’s head. He didn’t deserve her, none of these brats did. He must have been staring at his plate too intensely as he heard

“Papa? Are you okay?” The soft touch of her hand on his shoulder roiling him out of his trance. He looked up her, she looked so much like you. Your lips, skin tone and nose but his grey eyes, with long black hair.

“Y-yeah just thinking is all” she said picking up the empty plate “well I’m off then”

“Where to?” He questioned

“Walk around the training ground a bit” was she going to see him? He had a plan

“Alright but please be carful okay?” Protective as ever

“Okay I will. Let me know if you need tea or something” she waved as she went through the doors. He stood quickly as he was hit on her trail, she walked past the training ground and to the stables...?

She always did like the horses maybe it was that. He stayed at the corner as he heard her voice and one more

“Hey Y/N! How you’ve been?” Of cours wit had to be him.

“I’m doing fine, how’s dads horse?”

“Doing good, crapping a lot,” they both chuckle

“Hey can i ask you something?” This is when he leaned in a bit more to listen

“Yeah im all ears” he said still doing his work. At least the brat stayed on task.

“Well there’s been something on my mind and well...I’m thinking wether or not to tell my father. I’m not sure about how he would react so I don’t know I guess I’m scared..” she trailed off as she started to pet one of the horses

Why was she afraid? He knows how cold he can be but never with her.

“Well, I would say do it.” Levi’s eyes shot wide open “honestly I would tell my dad everything that’s been happening if he was still around. I know the captain can be a little scary but hey” he rested his hand on her shoulder he glared at him

GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY LITTLE GIRL YOU CREEPY LITTLE BASTARD!

“You are his daughter after all, I’m pretty sure he’ll be understanding. I mean how could he ever get mad at you? You’re so sweet and kind and beautifu-“ he slapped his hand over his mouth

Emma blushes madly as he hands ball her blotches in her fist. Levi could not believe what he was hearing. What the actual hell??

“I-I what I meant was-um I think you’re really great- NO NO WAIT NOT THAT! Well you are great but I-I just meant that he wou-“ he stopped talking as Emma laid a kiss to his cheek

“Thanks for the advise Eren” she said shyly “and the compliments” he looked down at her as the tension grew and he knew exactly what would happen

If there was one thing he knew, it was killing and getting rid of a body and it looked like he would have to dig up those old skills. Just as he was leaning in Levi stepped out

“Emma, my office now.” He said sternly

“P-papa i ca-“

“Now.” He said strictly and she got going. He went up to Eren and pulled his collar down so they were eye level. Right now Eren was trembling from the rage in his eyes

“Listen to me you little punk, you stay away from my daughter. I know what you act like and how out of control you become. I will not hesitate to kill you if it means protecting her understood?”

“Y-yes sir..” he quivered

“You have additional stable duty for the next month” he said as he walked away to his office. There he found Emma sitting on the couch and he stood in front of her. She looked up at him

“I forbid you to even speak to him.”

“Papa pelase i-“

“No, he dangerous and I don’t want him even looking your way”

“But papa-“ you walked in as the speaking became louder

“Wtf going on in here-

“No! My answer is final! He will never be near you again! That dirty, Titan low life I outa-“

“Papa i like him!” She finally cut him off tears brimming her eyes

“Emma, don’t be ridiculous you don’t know the first thing to love”

“But if it’s an emotion I feel I can’t just ignore it”

“Learn to! you’re not going to be with him at 15 or at 35.. I’d kill him before he has the chance” she didn’t want to hear anymore of his cold remarks so she ran off to her room as tears flowed down her face.

You walk over to him “Levi you’ve gone too far this time” you cross your arms

“He isn’t good enough for her and that’s the truth. If I have to find her a boyfriend the. I will”

“That’s what they thought of you” you quipped back referring to your family who never liked him “they told me you were a lowly piece of garbage form the underground and what did I do Levi?”

He knew the answe but didn’t want to say anything

“I ran off with you, and even when they came for me we told them I was pregnant just so they wouldn’t take me from you...away from each other.. Levi I love you hut who are you to crush her dreams and feelings?” Yes this was the story in which you didn’t what to repeat with your daughter

You were right but he didn’t want to accept it. He was a bit too harsh on her either way and decided to go and apologize. He walked not too far down the hall to her room and knocked on the door

“Hey sunshine...” he said peaking into the room. Sunshine was her nickname, since she was born the second the sun came up.

She sat at the window sill looking out into the world. He huffed and walked over to her and sat in front of her

“Listen, im sorry for being so mean to you. I just want to protect you is all” she looks at him her eyes a bit pink from the tears. It hurt him to know he was th cause.

“But Eren wouldn’t hurt me. He’s really nice to me at least..” her voice cracked a bit

“Babygirl, when I first held you I finally knew what my life was meant for. I couldn’t let anything or anyone harm you, my baby.” He said taking a seat near her “I wouldn’t let it happen. Even now that you’re almost grown my protectiveness just grows..” he took a breath as he pulled her closer “you’re so beautiful, and kind and have a heart of gold. I don’t want you to get hurt...I just want you to be happy and safe”

She wraps her arms arms around him a clear acceptance of the apology.

“No one can prevent that but I know you’ll be there if I ever get hurt right ?” He chuckled and kissed her head

“I’ll always be there”

“But you’re not going to kiss him again until you’re 18. I will only allow talking, sitting together and hugs.”

“Papaaaaa”

Phew! Lots of writing but I hope you enjoyed this anon!🥰

#levi ackerman x reader #eren jaeger #snk levi #levi ackerman #attack on titan x reader #aot levi #fanfiction #anime #anime x reader

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writinginthesecrettrees · 5 years

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Currently thinking of Dean’s deal coming due, and Sam goes ice cold when hellhounds tear him to pieces.

He’s got power, he knows he does, power that scared Lilith, and some hints on how to use it. Max harnessed it through anger and rage, Ava learned to control it and make it grow, and Sam... he’s always been a quick study.

The crossroads demon he summons can’t help him, but Sam remembers a demon that fed its blood to hundreds of infants, created an army of demon-powered mortals, and it’s the most natural thing he can think of when he slashes out with a silver knife and seals his lips over the wound because he learned long ago that blood is power, and demon blood is his.

Sam’s drunk on it when Ruby finds him, but he lets her think it’s booze and drugs. Lets her get close enough that he can feel the fear when he uses the power in his veins to hold her against the wall.

“I tried to help you,” she says, the closest demons ever get to begging for mercy.

“You failed,” Sam tells her. He holds out a hand, grabs onto the demon inside the flesh. “But you can still help me like this.”

It’s hard to follow a demon into Hell, but he’s more powerful than he’s ever been, scores of demons fueling him and a core of rage that hasn’t stopped growing since Dean was taken.

Currently thinking of Sam finding Dean, off the rack and torturing souls himself and Dean is nothing like the brother Sam knew topside. That’s fine, though - Sam’s nothing like the man he used to be either, and it’s fitting that they’ve changed together. Dean’s eyes are empty, stay empty until Sam tears into the demon that’s been watching and recognition starts to creep in.

The blood is different here where the demons don’t need meatsuits, coats Sam’s hands and clings like it wants to sink into his skin and take him over, but it slides down his throat when he sucks his fingers clean and feeds his power. Wrapping his arms around Dean, seeing a spark of hunger flare in green eyes, feeds a different need, one he’d thought buried year ago. He nuzzles against Dean, smells something familiar and unexpected, smells a bit of demon blending into Dean’s scent.

“Sammy?” Dean’s voice is hoarse, unused to anything other than a wordless scream, and beautiful because it’s Dean’s.

“Got a choice, Dean,” Sam whispers against his lips. “We can get outa here, fight our way back topside. We can do it, Dean. Or...”

“Or?”

Sam doesn’t want to say it, doesn’t want to offer the choice he’s been running from all his life. “We can go deeper, fight our way down.”

“I wanna stay.”

Sam grins, choice made and the only reason he’s ever turned away from it is here at his side, will be here forever.

#wincest #it's an au #obviously #boyking!sam #because i love these boys ruling hell together #where they belong #ficlets i don't know how to end properly #but whatever #here it is

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stormielikeweather · 5 years

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Le Caniche - Pure nonsense. Sesshomaru somehow got turned into a toy poodle. Fun!

Le Caniche

“What do you mean that over fluffed handbag is Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha was livid. He was beyond livid. Fist clenched, waving in the air. “Just what is going on here!?” His sword jabbed toward the rabidly barking dog in Kagome’s arms. “Let it go, and I’ll put it out of its misery!”

The puff ball had not stopped trying to rip his leg off since he commented on how cute Rin had gotten recently.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome shouted over the yips, “It’s your own fault, quit aggravating him!” Suddenly the tiny white dog leapt free from her arms and landed on Inuyasha’s face.

He flung backward, knocking over the giant pot of boiling ramen, agony forced the birds to flee from the overhead trees.

“Do you think we should help him?” Sango murmured, huddled together with Miroku, Shippo, Kagome, and Kirara.

“Are you really in the mood to anger Sesshomaru-sama?” Shippo muttered, eyes glued to the hanyou as he leapt this way and that.

“What harm can he do in that form anyway? Best to let things work themselves out in this case.” Miroku winced.

“I can’t believe he ruined dinner,” Kagome huffed, cleaning up the meal.

By the time the brother’s returned, both were missing large patches of hair and fur.

“It’s the Bastard all right!” He growled, scowling.

“Woah!” Shippo chuckled, “What happened to you, Inuyasha!? Couldn’t take on a tiny little dog?” He rolled onto his side, giggling.

Kagome rubbed her lips together, eyes on the little dog in question. His nose was in the air. A bald spot made a halo right in the middle of his head. “Come here Sesshomaru-sama.”

The toy poodle sniffed, a skip to his step as Inuyasha snarled. He hopped into her waiting lap. Making a little circle, he curled against the warmth.

“Wow,” Sango murmured, “I never realized Sesshomaru-sama could be as cute as Kirara.”

Kirara meowed, shoving her head into Sango’s side for attention.

“Oh nothing is as cute as you Kirara.” She petted her.

Miroku sobbed, “Not even me?”

“Especially not you, pervert.” Sango hissed.

Kagome glanced from the still growling Inuyasha, to the cute little poodle curled up in her lap, and came to a decision. “We are going home.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Inuyasha, stomped his foot, “There ain’t no way in Hell I’m gonna let that fuzzy bastard go home with you!”

He moved to grab her arm, but angry blue eyes held him in his place. “Inuyasha, I’ll say it if you force me to.” She grinned, “We don’t want that, now do we?”

“Feh,” He crossed his arms and looked away, “Don’t come crying back when that asshole eats your damn cat.”

Sesshomaru nuzzled into her petting fingers.

“You wouldn’t do that, now would you Sesshomaru-sama?” She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and waved goodbye. As she headed down the path, a tiny poofy head popped up above her shoulder glaring amber eyes at a certain hanyou. An even tinier paw made a slicing motion across his neck, and pointed toward Inuyasha.

“Why I outa!” Inuyasha gnashed his teeth, waving his sword as he charged.

“Sit.” Kagome frowned at the poodle in her arms, “And you, you better behave little youkai.”

Sesshomaru huffed, but hunkered back down in her arms.

“Alright,” She stood beside the well, “I hope this works!” She patted his head, careful of his new bald patch, “Don’t be scared.” He blinked at her and upturned his delicate nose. Leaping into the time stream, luckily, Sesshomaru was able to tag along in her arms.

By the next afternoon, Kagome had decided luck was fully on their side. She aced a surprise test. Grandpa hadn’t once tried to purify Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru hadn’t tried to kill anyone, even buyo,...yet.

She took the steps up to the top of the hill by two. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. She opened the door, “Hi Mama, I’m home!” Slipping off her shoes, with a smile on her face, she wondered why her Mother had yet to greet her.

Kagome peered into the kitchen. No one was there.

Souta hollered, “Up here, Kagome!”

A loud hacking sound rang through the silence. Wet gurgly coughing. “What’s wrong?!” She dashed up the stairs and into Souta’s messy room.

There on the floor laid a disheveled, patchy furred, choking poodle.

“Sesshomaru!” She gasped, “Oh Gods, what happened?!”

“Souta tried to feed him a meatball!” Her Mother shouted, running a wet cloth over Sesshomaru’s brow.

A strangled cough left his over stretched mouth.

“How was I supposed to know a Youkai Lord can’t eat meatballs!?” Souta shouted, hands in his hair. His brown eyes were wild.

“What are we supposed to do?” Her Mother looked at her expectantly.

She rubbed her lips together and looked down at Sesshomaru’s trembling little body, “Maybe we should take him to the vet?”

“Here!” Mrs. Higurashi shoved Sesshomaru into the vet receptionist’s arms, “Hurry, fix my dog!”

With big brown eyes, the receptionist took Sesshomaru, “O..okay.” She ran toward the back, “Doctor! This dog needs fixed immediately!”

The waiting room was the worst part. Kagome chewed her nails, staring at the door leading to the back rooms. She wasn’t sure what was going on with Sesshomaru. He wouldn’t die because of a meatball, would he?

Suddenly the door opened. The doctor held Sesshomaru at arms length. The tiny dog snapped his jaws at his just out of reach fingers.

“He’s okay!” Mrs. Higurashi put down her prayer beads.

“Sesshomaru-sama!” Kagome ran over to him, grabbing him out of the doctor’s arms, “How did you fix him?”

“Well!” The doctor shoved his glasses back up his slender nose, “We started to prep him for a neutering and suddenly he coughed up a meatball. Then he went wild. We don’t work on animals that can’t control themselves, young lady.”

Kagome narrowed her eyes, “Fine. No one asked you to neuter him anyway!”

“What do you think getting fixed means!?” The doctor huffed.

Sesshomaru nearly attacked his face, but Kagome held him tighter in her arms.

She spent the entire ride home, and the rest of the evening apologizing to Sesshomaru. Unfortunately he didn’t seem to accept it. The next morning, he wouldn’t allow her to leave.

“Sesshomaru-sama!” She tried to shake him loose of her ankle, “Let go! I have to go to school!”

Souta shoved passed her, “Just let Gramps call you in sick, he does it all the time!”

“But I!” She sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, glaring at the poodle attached to her shoe, “Fine.” Leaning down, she traded her backpack for the dog, “You’re a menace, you know that!”

A weird twist to his lips and she knew for sure he was smirking at her.

She angrily ran her fingers through his soft fur, “I had an idea anyway, to get you back to normal...” The sky was bright blue as she walked them to the main store house of the shrine. All the weird and ancient artifacts would be in this building. “You know,” She gave him a pointed glare, “It’d be helpful if you could actually tell me why you’re like this.”

He yawned, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep. She was tempted to shake him to death.

“Ungrateful little...ow!” He nipped her thumb and she dropped him. “Brat!”

A yip was her only reply as he ran around the corner.

She licked the pinpricks of blood from her finger, and flipped through the pages of the record book, frowning, “Why am I even helping you?”

Suddenly a clawed hand pulled the book from her grasp, “It’s it obvious? You are a strange Miko.”

Her eyes went wide, she peered over at the hand clutching the book she’d had. Smooth creamy skin, sharp claws, a striped wrist. She squeaked, “Sesshomaru-sama! How are you here!” She spun around, “How are you not a poodle!?

He answered with a half shrug, “Some spells are strong against youki, but weak against reiki. A little blood is all that is needed.” Turning on his heel, he walked out of the building. Little glimpses of a perfect buttocks peeked through swaying silver hair.

“What the Hell!” She slapped her hands over her eyes, rushing forward, “Sesshomaru! You can’t go out there naked!” Her foot caught on a loose floorboard, and she landed with a oomphf!

Her palms caught her fall, but unfortunately they also caught something else. Squeeze. “Oh Gods...”

“Miko...” His brow twitched.

“Sorry!” She scrambled to her feet, wiping her hands on her pants as she stared mortified at the wall. “Just uh...wait here, I’ll get you something to wear and then we’ll go back to the Feudal Era.”

“And so,” Kagome gestured to Sesshomaru as she explained to her friends, “Sesshomaru just needed a little bit of Reiki in order to break whatever the spell was. Now everything can go back to normal!”

Inuyasha growled.

“Kagome?” Miroku wondered, giving the oddly thick and revealing pink kimono the Lord of the Western lands was wearing a once over, “Why is Inuyasha so angry?”

“Oh...” Kagome bit her lip, that’s probably because it was her bathrobe, “Who really can tell these days?”

“Miko,” Sesshomaru petted the plush pink collar, “It’s almost like being in your lap again, I shall keep it.”

Inuyasha snarled, rushing his older brother, who merely stepped out of the way of each attack. “Fight me, you Prick!”

“Yep, everything’s back to normal!” Shippo chuckled.

“Hn.” With one punch, Inuyasha went flying into a nearby tree. Sesshomaru peered over at Kagome, a strange glint in his eyes, “Miko, do be careful where you place your hands from now on. Until next time.”

Her blue eyes bulged, face instantly beet red. She blinked at his retreating form. The large Hello Kitty patch on his back was striking.

“Kagome,” Inuyasha grumbled, “What the Hell was that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged, keeping her cool, “How should I know? He’s your Brother.”

“Half Brother!”

AN: This is completely because of an inspiring conversation with RTB and VS*.

#sesshomaru #kagome #fanfiction #sesskag #stormielikeweather

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johnnyscancerstick · 5 years

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Chap. 9

Warnings: feels, death, cursing.

Characters: Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, and a few random doctors and policemen.

Notes: @watermelon-chapstick , this is what I was talking about. I should let y'all know it takes a lot to make me cry. Teared up while writing this, and I think that means it's good enough to post. Lol, I'm well aware this was meant to be a shitpost, but I don't care. I wanted to write something feelsy and you damn know well I did and tried my best. I might make more of these in the future if people like this. Or, if people want more. I decided to post it on my own, not just a repost. I still put a lot of time into it, and I wanted it on my blog on it's own! This extra note is the only thing that's different — I didn't change anything else.

Word count: 1903

As quickly as it had started, it was over. Had this really happened? Or is it some fucking fever dream because of all the painkillers those hospital people had given me? No, it couldn't be. Dreams can't simulate this kind of stuff, we just beat the Socs!

‘I can't beleive they were gonna do this without me,’ that's not the only reason I wanted to do this, that's not the only reason I threatened to stab a bitch. Multiple. It was the only one I wanted to beleive but I know it's not.

I look down at Ponyboy, who was bleeding like hell and the rest of him looked even worse. He couldn't have been used to fighting solo, clearly. I shook my head, not going to ignore the situation any longer. I could miss my chance if I did that. I bent down and grabbed his collar, turning and yanking him up a bit after I started on a dead run. “Come on!” I couldn't hear myself. “We're goin' to see Johnny.”

Pony wasn't in any shape to be running but I could just remember Johnny's voice. He wanted to see everyone, but I knew there wasn't time. Ponyboy, if he could choose anyone to see it'd be him, wouldn't it? They were such good friends, and he's the one that will cooperate the most. Goddamnit, move faster! “Hurry! He was gettin' worse when I left.” don't think about that. “He wants to see you.”

I'd taken Buck's T-bird here and I didn't plan to go any slower than 110 to get back to the hospital. I got into the driver's seat and rhe second Pony was halfway in he car, I got into gear and slammed on the gas. I almost hydroplaned it across a curve and then I heard the sirins. Great, out of all the times. Think of something, Winston, think of something.

I don't even turn to the boy in the passenger's seat, but I find myself slowing down the car. “Look sick.” I say stiffly, furrowing my brows and narrowing my eyes. This could work, I don't have time for a police chase right now. “I'll say I'm taking you to the hospital, which'll be truth enough.”

The policeman said something like ‘Where's the fire.’ I wasn't paying attention. I glanced at him, I cant express how mad I was that he was slowing us down. Johnny only has so long!

“The kid.” I stayed cool, or at least I think I did, pointing at Pony. “He fell over on his motorcycle and I'm takin' him to he hospital.” Pony groaned a little, and I can't tell why.

The guy by the window looked nervous and glory, this was taking too long. “Is he real bad? Do you need an escort?” Oh, hell yeah, this could work. “How would I know if he's bar or not? I ain't no doc.” I fight a smile at how good this worked out. “Yeah, we could use an escort.”

The fuzz are really stupid, these days! “Sucker!” I hiss, he went back to his car. Now we didn't have to worry about traffic, or other cops. I don't know what I was mumbling about that entire ride there, I know I was talking about Johnny.

Once we were at the hospital I slammed the door shut and ‘helped’ Pony out of the car, but the second that police officer left, we were gone down that hallway. I heard yelling but I didn't even acknowlage them, I couldn't think of anything but Johnny, to the point where I let Pony's wrist go and I know he fell far behind. I didn't have time for an elevator, I raced up the stairs and almost clipped a wall a few times.

It felt like an eternity but I finally got to Johnny's room and I was going to break down the door if it wouldn't open. “I'm sorry, boys, but he's dying.” just those words sent horrible aches in my heart and I felt my chest tighten.

No, no, no. This isn't happening, he's not dying, he's not! Johnny can't die, he can't, this can't be happening. I take out Two's switch, whipping my head toward the doctor and jabbing it in his face. I didn't flick it open until I opened my mouth and started talking. “We gotta see him.” I said, my tone scared me even more than I already was, I hadn't heard myself like ths in a long time. I cleared my throat, furrowing my brows. I tried to be intimidating, I'd never had trouble with this before but now I was all trembly and it was visible, I could barely keep my hand still. “We're gonna see him and if you give me any static, you'll end up on your own operatin' table.” I sneer, I tried my best to keep my voice down.

This dude didn't even bat an eye, the little... Oh how I wanted to tell him off, I wanted to tell him just how much I needed to get into that room.

But he took me by surprise. “You can see him, but it's because you're his friends, not because of that knife.” I wasn't going to press, he was letting me in and for once I didn't want to fight. I put the switch back in my pocket and pushed the door open, I ran only for a few seconds before I swore something stopped me. I stumbled forward and made sure I didn't fall, and I could see Pony walk into the room out of the corner of my eye.

Johnny was white and looked still, I couldn't tell if he was breathing or not and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I gritted my teeth and shut them tight, it's not the end! Johnny isn't dead, he's not! He's just.. He's just asleep, he'll wake up any minute now. I took a few steps forward and wiped the sweat off my lips, “Johnnycake..?” my voice was low and hoarse, and I couldn't see even though it opened my eyes. I could barely hear anything else, everything else was shut off and didn't exist at that moment. Nothing was real, this wasn't what was going on. This really can't be happening.

Johnny didn't respond and I had to say something else. I had to prompt him again, this isn't how this ends. “Johnny...” I felt the hope drain from my whole body, but that little bit came up again when he moved. “hey..” his voice, god, that tore through my soul harder than anything else had.

I walked toward him after glancing at the Christopher around my neck, “We won.” I was out of breath and it was hard to get it back, I couldn't comprehend this and I just wanted to get him to say something. “We beat the Socs. We stomped them—chased them outa our territory.” I said, I was desperate at this point. Johnny's eyes were barely open and I couldn't tell if he could see the tears welling. I bit my lip as he just gave an unsatisfied hum, “Useless...” he croaked, “Fighting's no good...” he was so white, and I felt panic rising within me again.

No, he's dying and this isn't going to be the last thing I say to him! I gotta tell him something, something that'll make him smile, I've been keeping so much in about him all this time, how hard would it be to tell him now? When I literally have no other chance..!

I licked my lips and tried to find my voice through all the emotion, “They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all.” I tried to keep my voice calm, I didn't let it break, I didn't want to cry in front of him. That would make this even worse, that would make him feel awful, that would just be the worst thing I could do right now. “Yeah..” he hadn't responded yet but for the sake of my sanity I had to act as if he did, “They're calling you a hero now and heroizin' all the greasers.”

I couldn't say it, I just couldn't, it was too hard, I tried so hard but I couldn't.. Hopefully he'll get he message. “We're all proud of you, buddy...” I managed a smile, I felt hot tears run down my face. I tries to wipe them off, but they'd just look like dweat and I wasn't going to take my eyes off Johnnycakes.

He looked so happy, his eyes lit up. I let out a half sob and kept my composure, I took a deep breath and was about to day something else, but he spoke. “Ponyboy.”

I backed up. I wasn't going to take it away, I'd forgotten Pony was there. I'd forgotten anyone was there. Johnny wanted to talk to Pony, he'd already talked to me, danmit I'm so selfish.

I don't know what he said but as I stepped closer, he just...

I broke into a grin and felt more tears fall down my cheeks. I was trembling, I could barely keep myself up, I felt like the world spun around me and for some reason, I wanted to laugh.

I reached a shaky hand over and brushed his bangs off his forehead, “Never could keep that hair back.” I could hear I was under pronouncing any soft sounds and I saw everything blur around me. “That's what you get for tryin' to help people, you little punk...” reality was setting in and I found it hard to breathe. Johnny wasn't... He.... He was.. He's not.. No. He's fine, Johnny is fine, nothing happened, nothing's wrong. I took a quivering breath, the smile faltering. I tried and I tried to keep it up, I know this wasn't what was going on, I know he's... But no, no I won't believe this. This is NOT what's happening, it's not it's.. It's not... It can't be... Johnny can't be dead, oh he really can't be... “There what you get..” I couldn't get the words out, I whipped toward the wall and punched it as hard as I could.

“Damnit Johnny..” I didn't have the energy, I couldn't have screamed if I wanted to. I ground my fist and hit the wall again, grinding my teeth and trying to do anything but think of him.

Don't think of how he used to be

Don't think of what happened

Don't think of what happened to him behind closed doors

Don't think of what he did for those kids

Don't think of him not wanting to die

Don't think of him only being sixteen

Don't think of him never leaving Tulsa

Don't think of him...

“Oh, damnit, Johnny...”

Don't think of those mocha eyes and how they lit up whenever I smiled at him.

“Don't die..”

Don't think of how brave, persistent, and strong he was-

Don't think of how brave, persistent, and strong he is

“Please,”

Don't think of how he would have turned out.

Don't think of how good of a person he would have ended up being.

Don't think of all the things I could have told him

Don't think of all the things thst would have made him happy, thst would have made him smile.

“Don't die...”

#dallas winston #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #outsiders #jally #nooooooo #nooo #...#no.#i mean #i might make more #i'm not crying you're crying

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letstrysomefanfic · 7 years

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Frostbit PART 3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 3.1k (wow what a doozy)

Warnings: there’s a robot attack on the school which I just realized, in the way I wrote, it might be triggering so be aware of that, swearing, fighting, mention of death

Request: n/a

A/N: woweeee it’s been waayyyyy too long, about two months AT LEAST for original writing in general and more than that for a writing from THIS series. anyway been rly pushing to get this one out (as it’s been sitting in my head for you-would-not-believe-how-long) I’m gonna try get part 2 to YCHHW out within these next few days, some of those fic requests that have been staring at my face for the past few months, and maybe even my first drabble too? (if you have requests for those please do send in i rly want to do one but ideas = 0000)

anyway hope you enjoy! (sorry the ending isn’t very exciting but it’s late and i’m v tired so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

EDIT: Edited this to change it from specifically fem!reader to gender inclusive, and also grammar stuff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Peter did not end up running into ‘Pretty Much Elsa’ that night, nor the night after, nor the night after that. In fact, a whole month had gone by without any sight of the ice-masked vigilante.

“Ok so they’re probably just, like, really good at hiding from camera’s.”

“You already said that, Ned, but what if something happened, you know?” Peter muttered. “They’re kind of a newbie at this, and it’s a pretty dangerous gig.”

Ned shrugged, “Well they did say that they’ve been icing-it-up for what, four months? And after all that time there was only 20 seconds of footage! And you’d only seen them that one time too, so…?”

“They said three months,” Peter muttered. “But I dunno man. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Maybe if you set a fire somewhere, they’d definitely have to go right? Because them having ice and all that and ice could beat fire—OH! Maybe they’re like a type of like hybrid water bender, but instead—”

Peter shut his locker. “I’m not gonna start any fires, Ned!” He tried to avoid the weird looks from a passing group of girls. He started walking down the hall, turning his head a little towards Ned following alongside, “Look, I’ll just keep my eyes peeled, and you see if you can find anything else online or—”

A tingle shot through Peter’s arm.

Thunder ripped through the hallway. The entire building lurched and shook. A wave of heads shot down, the rapid descent rippling through the hallway like a wave. Screams echoed after the thunderous booms, and metal clanging followed, bounced off the walls.

Vibrations began shaking the floor, reverberating up from Peter’s feet. His knees were set in Jello. His chest rattled. His jaw clenched against the additional thundering between his ears. His brain was ready to explode.

“Ned,” Peter croaked. Ned was doubled over also, hands gripping the sides of his head.

“What the hell is that?!”

“I dunno! Just go!” Peter shouted over the clamor. “Get people out and go!”

Ned looked at Peter. Students had begun scattering past them. “No way. Not here—”

Peter’s eyes pleaded, “You know I have to, Ned, please. Please help get people out of here and go!”

“Why don’t YOU get people outa here too?!”

Peter struggled to scramble up, yanking Ned with him. “Ned please!” The vocal chaos began to rival that of the metal roaring.

Ned reciprocated Peter’s shoulder-grabbing. “Fine,” he sighed. “But please. Be. Careful.”

The hold on Ned’s shoulders was lifted as Peter bounced away, gripping the bag on his shoulders. He launched toward the crossing hallway, but not before looking back at Ned, who saw the “GO” leave his mouth more than he heard it.

Your hand gripped the railing, straining more than you should to lift yourself back to your feet.

“What the hell?” you muttered. You could hear a few other students in the stairwell were having a harder time. The walls were definitely closer together than they were before the slam, which still felt like it was happening over and over.

“Is the door up there opening?” a voice echoed up the shaft. You reached for the handle, already fearing why someone would be asking. Push. Nothing. Push harder. It budged a little. You launched yourself at the door. All that moved was your shoulder out of it’s socket (or it at least felt like it). Great job, idiot.

“No. Is that one not?” you called, gripping your left shoulder. Evan from first period stuck his head up from the second floor as you glanced down from the third.

“No. Neither is first floor.”

“Shit.”

Voices began traveling between the three floors.

“Oh my God are we trapped?” “Holy shit.” “Was that an explosion?” “I think so…” “Oh God…”

You raised your not-dislocated arm at the door as the panic continued.

“Fuck no, please no, fucking hell—” “What do we do?” “Where was it?” “I don’t think explosions can squish entire stairwells…”

Glance around and down; make sure no one is coming.

“Okay, nobody panic.” “How the hell do we not panic?!” “Yeah! That was a freaking explosion!”

Everyone was heading for the bottom. Good. You pressed your palm to the cool, painted steel.

“What do we do?” “Maybe it’s just locked?” “Why the fuck would it be locked, Janice?!” “I’m just trying to be—”

Please let no one be on the other side.

“Have you guys tried kicking them down?”

The surge traveled down your arm. You concentrated it to puncture beneath the surface.

“Can anyone kick it down?!” “Are we not gonna talk about that, though?”

Soft tinkles and crackles spread out from under your hand.

“What’re we gonna do, people?!” “Guys let’s just shut up and think this out, okay?”

Frail wisps of smoke curled around your fingers.

“I can’t even think during class, dammit, how am I supposed to think now?!” “I think I’m gonna faint, guys.” “Explosion, everyone. A goddamn explosion—” “WE GET IT!”

Push.

“Let’s just find a way out so we can get to the fire exits—” “This IS the fire exit you dumbass!” “HEY—”

Your arm was throbbing. Push harder.

“Guys please calm down, we don’t need to—” “Who the fuck you callin’ ‘dumbass’?!” “Fucking forgot my fucking inhaler…”

Cracks turned to crevices. You hoped this would work.

“Guys—” “Why is no one saying anything about what to do?!” “How do you not remember this is the fire—”

Ice began to grow, a thin layer coating the splitting piece of metal.

“This isn’t even the exit, it’s just stairs—” “I’m not a dumbass—” “Ohmygod what if we die here.” “Can everyone just shut up?” “Still no suggestions on what. The hell. To do.”

Push. You concentrated. Willing more ice, more concentrated than the spreading before, it shot through, bursting inside the metal. Too much pressure. Good. More. Just a little more…

“Wouldn’t have to take that Bio test, though…” “Ohmygod, Zane?!” “Shut up!”

Push, dammit. You were scared; what if you were doing this wrong, ended up shattered your arm or something?

“Should we be at the top guys?” “No, what if everything falls?! Then we fall!” “But then we’d get crushed down here.”

Just PUSH.

“I heard somewhere that you’re more likely to—” “Shut. Up.” “You shuddup, dumbass!” “I wasn’t even saying anything!” “WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA DO—”

BOOM

Wind sucked around you and chased after the cracked pieces of the door into the hall. Your hair danced up, your palm still feeling the presence of the door against it.

“Guys, I think this one’s open now,” you called. You grinned ferociously, trying to let out all your pride and excitement before anyone got there.

“What the hell?”

“Did you do that?!”

You scoffed, feigning surprise, “No. It kinda just got sucked out that way? And I saw someone running to the other stairs after.”

Everyone came running up the stairs. Most stared in bewilderment. Others ran past after momentarily pausing to register the sight, “I don’t care, let me the fuck out.”

Once they all had run out (you had to drag one of them out; they were trying to deduce how the whole door thing happened), you ran off in search of the original explosion that had squished the stairwell.

Peter felt like the cliche “salmon fighting upstream,” but there was no better way to put it. Bags and shoulders knocked him side to side like a rag doll as he struggled to stay on his feet enough to advance to where people were running from. His “excuse me”s and “sorry”s fell upon deaf, fleeing ears. He strained his ears to concentrate on where the vibrations were coming from. Peter pushed past teacher’s shaky directions, panicked cries, adrenaline-filled screams, and even the obnoxiously echoing pulses themselves; he could faintly hear them drifting in more from the West wing.

As the river of students thinned, the intensity of the clanging intensified. Peter broke out into a run. It was his turn to bump people with his bag and shoulders, still muttering apologies as he raced past. To his dismay, he began to see more and more pairs—sometimes even threes—holding each other up as they hobbled past him. Thankfully no one looked too seriously injured. For now.

The jackhammer pulsing all around and through Peter hammered away more feverishly than ever. The ground shook so bad that he could barely run in a straight line. As soon as he turned the corner past shattered display cases and ceramic pieces, he saw the cause of it all. He immediately stuck his outward foot planted on the ground, pivoted, and pushed himself back around. He braced himself against the wall, back facing the direction of the giant humanoid drill.

Peter leaned his head out from behind the wall slowly to peek. Yes. Humanoid drill. It was a large exoskeleton that resembled a human body, but five times bigger and with massive drills for arms and a head. The robot’s knees had funnels attached, open side out, sucking up certain bits of the ground that had been drilled. It looked like it was made entirely of various thick metal scraps. Peter wondered if maybe someone was inside, operating it. Maybe it was remote-controlled. He hoped it was remote-controlled.

Something was glowing yellow on it’s chest, casting an amber light in the hole it was digging. It wasn’t too much like a flashlight, more like…

Peter groaned. Again with this alien rock shit.

Oh yeah. It was digging a big-ass hole. Right there in the hallway. Literally two small steps from the art class and reaching out past the hole in the wall (which was probably the result of the explosion). Had to be at least five feet wide, easy. Peter struggled to get to the bathroom just a classroom away.

Moments later, Peter ran out, clad in the spidey uniform, firing webs as he slid into view of the drill. They stuck on the funnels, which he easily ripped off. The robot seemed unfazed as the metal boxes bounced past Peter.

“Okay… so it’s definitely a robot,” he huffed, leaping to the wall. He crawled onto the ceiling until he got behind it, shot more webs, then leaping down. He yanked with all his might, effectively yanking the robot backwards onto its back.

“Web grenade!” Peter threw a bunch around it’s neck area as he clambered onto its chest. The drills continued whirring above him, but he had much easier access to it now that the whole robot couldn’t move to block the orb. Just as he was assessing how to get it out, the earth shook. Peter stuck his hands on the metal as the mass heaved below him. The drill-bot had plunged it’s now-still drill-arms into the ground and was pushing itself upright.

“Aw come on!”

With the start of the drills came the start of the whirring and rumbling once more. As Peter began furiously pounding on the metal around the stone, he could feel the air behind him blowing increasingly rapidly. He whipped his head around to see the blades of the drill dangerously close to his face. With a yelp, he dropped down to the ground, uncharacteristically ungracefully collapsing onto his back. The drill-bot began bending down, drills pointed right at him.

“Ricochet web!” Peter screamed, pointing at an area on the ceiling a few feet away from the robot. The web bounced off and shot right back, attaching onto the back. He began reeling it as much as he could, slowing the robot’s descent. But it wasn’t enough. The drill-bot pulled the webbing as it fought to bend, drill extended as far as it would go. Much too far for Peter’s liking.

His arms were shaking. Biceps were cramping. Hands were sweating. The screeching of the drill blew air around his face, growing closer and closer and closer and clos—

WHAM

And then it wasn’t. The webbing in Peter’s hands suddenly went slack, and his fists whacked his face. Nose felt broken. Great. He shoved himself up onto his elbow. The drill-bot was halfway down the hall, careening forward. Suddenly, Peter felt the air lightly blow behind him. He sprawled flat on the floor, face up, watching a stream of water blast above him.

No, not water…

Small bits of hail dropped from the stream. He glanced back.

After a whole month, there they were.

You tried to get a shot at the yellow thing in the middle of it’s chest, but it wouldn’t let up. Icing it’s face-drill wasn’t doing anything to distract it, and the other two drills caved forward, blocking a shot at the orb. That had to be the source of it’s power. If not… you didn’t feel like thinking of a backup plan right now.

“Can you get it to bend backward?” you called to the red a blue figure sprawled pathetically on the floor. Seriously? Queen’s proclaimed hometown hero, just lay there… staring. He didn’t even respond.

Whatever. I’ll do it myself.

You kept one hand trained on the robot as you took off toward it, your right hand building up a ramp in front of you. As you ran up it, it tilted higher and higher, attached to the wall on your right, making an ascending curve around the robot that was struggling to pivot as quick as you were running. It suddenly lurched forward, the direct opposite way you wanted it to be lurching if it was gonna lurch anywhere. You saw Spider-man pushing himself backwards, holding a web attached to somewhere in the middle of the robot.

“What are you doing?!”

“Cut through it!”

“What?!”

Spider-man reached behind him to grab the wall, still struggling against the bot to pull it toward him. You blasted ice at a drill that was raising toward the web.

“Cut through to that yellow thingy there in the middle! You see—”

“I know where it is!”

“Well—” he slid forward as the robot staggered back “—ice expands, so if you can get it—”

“I know!” You didn’t need to be lectured on how ice worked. You, of all people.

You jumped off the ice ledge you had created and onto the robot’s back, forming a chunk of ice on it to grab onto. You immediately regretted your decision.

The robot turned into one of those bull-riding machines you see on fail videos. A constantly-earthquaking bull-riding machine. And you thought the vibrations were bad on the ground; the entire world was a never-focusing blur, a jackhammer pounded away in each ear, every sense of orientation was lost. You gripped the fast-melting ice for your newly-shortened-in-length life with and pressed your right palm onto the machine. Your shoulder was throbbing almost as bad as your ears were.

This was going to be so much harder than the door.

“Could you maybe hold it still?!” you called.

“You’re kidding me, right?!” you barely heard over the clanging.

“Just do it!”

The surging pulsed through your arm and quickened until it matched that of the drill’s. You concentrated once more, lessening the pressure to seep through the metal but not let the ice rebound against it. A little harder. A little harder. You didn’t let the ice spread throughout the metal; you focused it like a spearhead, driving it straight through from your palm directly into the body and through to the other side.

“I can’t stop it!” you heard.

The robot was stepping backward, threatening to sandwich you into the wall. With a roar, you shoved the ice through with as much pressure as you could muster. Metal groaned and cracked until—

The whirs died, the static movement halted. A tiny clink sounded from far below—you had to guess that was the orb. The robot didn’t fall to the ground (like you expected) or self-combust either, for which you were thankful. It just stood stiff in place. You slowly turned to look behind you, at the wall the robot almost squished you into, just inches away bouncing your hot breath back to you.

Your hand gleefully let go of what remained of the ice chunk and slid down. Grimacing and groaning, you lowered your arm to your side.

“Wow… great teamwork.”

You turned to see Spider-man stoop to pick up the glowing yellow stone. Part of you wanted to immediately jump him before he used it to claim this victory as his own, but you decided against it. You were tired enough already, and besides, what the hell were you gonna do with a glowing rock?

“It makes the dream work,” you shrugged but mumbled. “Even if you were getting your ass kicked before I stepped in.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

Spider-man just shook his head. Unbeknownst to you, he was wondering the same thing you were wondering about him. How did they get there so fast?

He cautiously turned the orb over in his hands. “I hope you’re not gonna try to take-then-break this one, too,” he teased.

“Well—” you were about to retort when something caught your hearing. Even though you barely could hear from the thundering still echoing in your mind, you picked up the faint sound of sirens. Shit. “Just, uh, you keep it,” you called as you turned to run back the way you came. “Let it make up for you almost getting your ass kicked!”

“What?!”

You pushed aside the questions racing in your mind as you focused on your race down the hall. The lonely sound of rubber slapping tile made the only sounds of life within the school walls. Pounding through corridors, past the gym, around corners, you remembered to dissolve the mask on your face just before you rammed into one of the science rooms. Your shoes squeaked as you dodged desks, lunging for the back emergency exit.

Creeping around the corner, hugging the brick wall, you peered out to see the clamor outside. Some students crying, some recording, some just dazedly walking around confused, teachers frantically trying to count heads and unsuccessfully create some order, ambulances, firefighters, police cars parked this way and that, their operators dashing about. Perfect. You slipped into the crowd and started calling for your best friend, easily blending in among the chaos.

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mademoiselleenjolras · 7 years

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Brothers

Hey there, so here’s the thing I was working on during the storm, now that my wifi is fully functional again (thank ya GOD!). Actually, my first fanfic on this site. It’s kinda crap and longer than I expected but I’m okay with how it turned out for the most part. Tw for mentions of abuse, but its all under the tab. Enjoy, I guess, and let me know what you think!

"What the-" The voice came from below him, down on the street.

Race froze. His mind kept screaming at him- keep moving keep moving keep don't get caught don't let them see you- but fear kept him locked in place. He hugged his knees a little tighter and willed whoever it was to walk past. Maybe it wasn’t him they had seen.

"Race? That you?"

A small sob escaped him. Someone had found him. He recognized the voice, he knew he should be able to place it, but he was so damn cold and he was so damn scared he couldn't get his brain to work. The fire escape shook and he heard the ladder being pulled down. No no no don't come up here don't find me please don't hurt me-

"Whoever you is, I's comin' up there. Just hang on a sec." More shaking. Race couldn't tell if it was the whole fire escape or if his own tremors had started back up. Someone was coming for him. He had to go, now. Before he could jog his body into movement once again, a very familiar head appeared at the top of the ladder.

Jack blinked for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the lower light. "Racetrack?" He asked. "What the hell're you doin' up here? It's freezin' out!" He pulled himself up onto the fire escape, moving toward him, and Race scrambled back and away. Jack, oblivious to the terror running through his friend, kept coming closer. He caught a glimpse of the bruise across Race's face, the bloodied lip. The leader's concern skyrocketed. "Jesus, Racer, what the hell?" He exclaimed, reaching for him.

"N-no, no don't!" The younger boy cried, eyes wild and breathing rapid. He flung his arms up over his face to protect himself. Jack stopped in his tracks. He kept still for several seconds, shock written across his features, before it melted into something softer.

"Easy there, Race, it's just me. It's Jack," he said, keeping his voice low. Race continued to tremble, but it looked as though he were listening. "I ain't gonna hurt'cha, you knows that."

Race's head picked back up. "J-J-Jack?" He questioned, eyes gassy with tears. It couldn't be Jack, there was no way Jack had found him, he couldn't even dare to hope. God, Race, stop being so ridiculous, you’ve been jumped before, you're fine, they didn't get you-

Jack's voice cut through his rapid thoughts. "The one an' only," he confirmed. He held out his palms to show he truly meant no harm. "You okay?"

Race looked at his friend for another moment before another sob escaped him. He buried his face in his knees as more followed, the dam having finally broken. Jack moved closer, keeping his movements slow and visible. "Can I touch ya?" When he received a nod, he wrapped his arms around Race and pulled him into a hug. Race held tight, his short-circuiting mind piecing together Jack and safe and warm.

"Easy, Racer, I got'chas," Jack reassured him, one hand running up and down his back in a comforting way. "Yer alright, I's got'cha. Christ, you's freezin', y'know that? What happened?" He questioned. Worry gnawed at his gut as he tried to rub some warmth back into the younger boy's arms. He shrugged out of his coat and immediately wrapped it around Racetrack, still waiting for an answer. "We's been lookin' for ya's all night."

"I...there was...I..." Race tried several times, but between the chattering of his teeth and the shaky sobs he couldn't seem to get a handle on, he couldn't force the explanation out. Jack quickly decided not to push it.

"Alright, alright kid, don' hurt yourself!" He said. "It ain't that important. You's safe now." Race just clung on tighter. Jack was here, that meant he was safe, that meant it was over. He could go home.

Beside him, Jack was considering the same thing. One look at Race's blue fingers and the snow in his blonde hair was enough to convince him that the kid had been out for far too long. Still, he didn't know just how busted up Race was. There was a real chance that he wouldn't be able to move- it had certainly happened to guys in the lodging house before. All he could tell now was that Race was absolutely terrified of something. It took a lot to knock the precocious gambler into a state like this, and Jack knew it.

Eventually, Race's sobs died off into sniffles. "Thought he was gonna get me," he said quietly, the first full statement he had managed since Jack's arrival. Anger flared up in Jack's chest, neck-and-neck with concern. Racetrack Higgins was his second in command, his friend, every bit his little brother. Whatever, or whoever, had done this to his brother would pay.

"Ain't nobody gonna get'cha, Racer. I ain't gonna let 'em," he swore fiercely. "But you's gonna hafta tell me who it was what did this."

Race still refused to meet his eye. He pulled away, hoping to save at least a little bit of face, but Jack stayed close enough that their shoulders were still pressed together. Cold, hurting, and exhausted, Race gave up on arguing.

"Mi Papá," he said, keeping his voice low as if the man's very title could cause him to appear. Jack felt his heart sink- Race's family had always been a sore subject. Not many of the boys knew just how bad it was, but Jack had been the one to shake him out of plenty of nightmares. He had been there when Race had first run away and joined the newsies, just a banged up, loud-mouth Italian kid who flinched when you raised your voice but scrapped for all he was worth when the Delanceys looked at a younger kid sideways. It had been five years since then, and the reappearance of Race's father was unsettling to say the least. "Him and his buddies saw me comin' back from Sheepshead. I ain't seen 'im since... since I..."

"Since ya ran away?" Jack finished for him, unable to keep quiet.

Race nodded. "Yeah. Since that. He wasn't too keen on the idea that I ain't dead. There was three of 'em. They got in a real good soakin', an' I tried to fight back but... there was three of 'em." He shrugged, looking down. The offset angle of a street lamp highlighted the already-dark bruising around one of his eyes.

Jack nudged his arm. "Hey, ya couldn't'a taken 'em all on. Ain't no shame in that. How'd ya get out of it?"

Race swallowed thickly. His mouth suddenly went dry- what if he told Jack and Jack decided it was too dangerous for him to stay in the lodging house? What if Jack kicked him out? The very thought was enough for make his eyes sting again, and he dug his nails into his palm to keep from crying again. He wasn't worth the trouble to keep around, and he knew it. But he couldn't lie to Jack, not when he was out here in the cold sitting with Race's half-hysterical self. He couldn't do that to his brother.

"He said... he said a lotta things, while they was knockin' the shit outa me," he started. "But when he said he was gonna take me back t'... that place, I panicked and I ran."

Jack nodded. Everyone knew how fast Race could be when it mattered- it was part of what had earned him the nickname. If he managed to get free for even a second, bolting would easily have gotten him away. Being dragged back to his childhood home definitely gave him reason to take flight. "They was chasin' me for hours; s'why I never came back."

"Ya been hiding' out up here all night?" Jack asked. Race nodded again. "Well, I ain't gonna let 'im take ya, that's for damn sure," Jack said. Silence reigned for a minute as the pair dissolved into their own thoughts. Neither seemed to have much more to say on the subject.

Jack looked at the younger boy, taking in his hunched shoulders and the downcast look. He wasn’t the gambler Race was, but he had a feeling that he could place a safe bet on what his friend was thinking. He’d been there himself. At first, Jack considered saying nothing. Now that Race seemed to have calmed down, he wasn’t quite sure what to say. Conversations like this had never been his strong suit. Usually, he left them up to Crutchie, too much of a coward to really discuss feelings with anyone. Race was the same way; Jack had seen it. If he tried to hand this one off to Crutchie, or anyone for that matter, Race would run. This time, Jack was going to have to talk to his brother himself.

"Listen, Racer..." he started hesitantly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "When the old man used ta knock me around, he used ta... say stuff too." Race's ears perked up at the mention of Jack's father, nearly as taboo as the mention of his own. He turned to face him, curious. Taking that as a good sign, Jack continued. "Stuff about how I wasn't worth nothin', I was trouble, I was shit." He looked at Race, meeting the younger boy's eye with a serious expression. "Y'can't listen to what they says, alright? You's worth bein' 'round, and we wants ya 'round with us. Anythin' else he said ain't true. We's yer family, and we cares about ya, and we's always gonna. You's better than anything he coulda ever come up with. Ya gotta remember that."

Race blinked at him. When he realized that Jack was finished, he looked away, sniffling once again. Jack’s words echoed in his head, helping to drive out the horrid ones his father had used. Race held onto them tightly and let them remind him. He had a family. People cared. "Thanks, Jackie," he said, unable to fight the small smile his brother's words had encouraged. "Means a lot."

Jack grinned at him and ruffled his hair, to which Race responded with a sour face and flailing arms. The moment was lost, but neither was sorry for it. "Any time, kid. Now c'mon, let's get ya outa the cold, 'fore ya gets sick. It's late, I'm sure they's long gone by now, and if they ain't, we'll take care of 'em together." He stood up, offering Race his hand. Race took it, wincing when the other boy pulled him to his feet. Everything from his head to his toes ached, reminding him that he had been out for far too long.

"You busted up too bad to walk home?" Jack asked with concern. The blond shook his head with a too-bright grin.

"Nah, I'll live. What's a soakin' when ya got a friend ta have yer back?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Well, ya looks like shit. We'll get ya cleaned up when we get back," he decided, poking at a bruise on Race's arm to prove his point.

Race winced and swatted his hand away. "You's... prob'ly right," he admitted sheepishly. "Guess they got me pretty good, huh?"

Rolling his eyes, Jack made for the ladder. "Lucky you's got a brother what knows how to fix ya up."

Race grinned. "Y'think Specs'll still be up this late?" He asked. Jack threw him a dirty look as he climbed down, before they both laughed.

"I see how it is," the older boy said, still feigning hurt. Race slugged him on the shoulder.

"Nah, I'm jus' teasin'. Thanks for comin' lookin' for me, and for... well, y'know," he finished as they reached the street, fiddling with the sleeves of Jack's coat. He took a step, but grimaced as his weight shifted painfully.

Jack tugged one of Race's arms around his shoulders, wrapping his other around him to support some of his weight. "Any time, Racer. Any time."

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averydistinctiveteam · 7 years

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Chapter 2

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“It’s really just a simple smash and grab it’s not like a super crazy involved con or anything…” Irene said. It was much easier to run a con when the best in the business wasn’t watching your every move.

“What does it involve?” Nate asked. Arlana gestured to Irene who swiveled around and projected they job on the wall.

“Not much. We’re just stealing a painting. It’s a Van Delen. A lot of his painting were stolen by Nazis in World War II and “Never recovered.” By never recovered, of course I mean absolutely recovered, but then sold on the black market to make people with shady moral standing a lot of money. One of those people is James Anderson, he’s got “Nature Morte” hanging up in his VP’s office. Steal that, give it back to the Schloss’ and the con’s over.”

“Sounds good. We’ll let you run the con, we’ll just be here as backup, just in case.” Hardison said. Arlana nodded.

“Levada, go get Jesse and Julia, you three will do the con.” Levada nodded and pulled out her phone and looked up. Two seconds later, there was a loud buzzing heard from the ceiling and then muffled whispers. Levada pointed up.

“Found ‘em.” Arlana sighed.

“Girls, c’mon, we have guests, get outa there.” The girls reluctantly found their way to the grate before gracefully dropping down to the floor.

“So we’re stealing a painting?” Julia asked.

“We could do that in our sleep, blind folded, and backwards.” Jesse retorted.

“Well then I guess it’s a very good thing that you will be awake, able to see, and face forward, so that this job will be short.” “C’mon girls, the van’s out back.” Levada led the two thieves to the back enterence. Irene slowly got up.

“They might need me to get past the security systems, so I’m going with.” She said as she hurried out.

“Pick up Moriah on your way!” Arlana shouted after her.

“Lev, keep an eye out for the guards, they seem unusually active today,” Irene said, typing away at her computer. “Moriah can only distract so many of them.” There was a tinkling of laughter over the coms.

“And do you know vhat I said?” Moriah said in a Russian accent, “I said “No, I can’t do zat today, but come back tomorrow…” Irene rolled her eyes. How could people fall for such a stupid ruse? But whatever works to get the job done works for me, Irene thought.

“J squared, you got a guard coming up, Lev, can you—“ there was a sound of flesh colliding with flesh and Irene watched as the guard fell back.

“I told ya, I got it.” Levada replied, turning back to Jesse and Julia. “How much longer?”

“Done!” Jesse said as she opened the door to the office. Inside there was a beautiful painting hanging directly over a leather rolling chair Julia sighed happily. They both carefully took down the painting and covered it up with cloth. Before they left, Jesse left a note for the VP in place of the painting. Then they got the hell out of there.

“Vhat is going on? Vhat is all of this red lights?” Moriah asked, partially to the guards, but mostly to her team.

“Goddamnit, Levada, you tripped on of the trip wires again.” Irene said, furiously tapping away trying to get the alarm to turn off. “Well maybe if ya gave me a list of the trip wires I wouldn’t fall for ‘em, Irene!” Levada said through clenched teeth, pushing Jesse and Julia through the open door to the elevator just as some guards rounded the corner.

“Burn,” Jesse suggests. Julia and Lavada nod in unison and they both begin to apply face prosthetics and a couple of braces to her. They finished just in time for the elevator to ding open and they escorted her out. Moriah had already left, pretending to be scared off by the sirens and flashing lights. Irene pulled up in the van and Julia slid the door open for the other two women.

“How did they not notice you were carrying a painting?” Moriah asked with a laugh.

“Chaos,” Julia replied, “Chaos makes it easy to slip things past people. They’re not paying full attention to you, just the threat.” Jesse was pulling the prosthetics off her face, but she paused to high five her thieving friend.

“I’m going to call her.” Arlana said, “This job was too easy, and we don’t want to give the Schloss’ a fake.” Julia and Jesse rolled their eyes but the let their mastermind go with her gut.

“I happen to know an art dealer, if you’d like me to call her.” Nate offered, knowing there was always a chance that Maggie was in town.

“That’s very kind of you, but we have one of our own on tap,” she replied, putting the phone to her ear and walking off slightly.

“They’re doing good work here,” Hardison said to Nate. “They’re helping people. On a much larger scale than we ever could with just one team.” Nate smiled and nodded.

“I’m proud of you.”

“OK, Becca’s gonna be over in soon to evaluate the painting,” Arlana announced to the group. They all nodded and then went back to what they had been doing previously. Hardison was talking with Irene about coding, Eliot was talking with Lavada about technique, Parker with Julia and Jesse about the different things they’d stolen both together and separately, and Sophie was talking with Moriah about the different character’s she’d created. That left Nate and Arlana.

“They’re good kids, really,” she said, surveying her team. “They really care a lot about not only the job but the people, too. I mean, sure everyone could improve, but we’re doing good here.”

“Doing well,” Nate corrected her.

“No, we’re doing good.” Nate smiled at her sentiment. “Lavada used to be a part of a private security group, but she quit after she got in too deep with some of the clients; Irene was a computer science student at CalTech when she was framed for committing computer fraud, but when she exposed who it really was, they still kicked her out; Julie’s been living on and off the streets for years, grifting her way into a person’s life, only to steal their wallet or something else valuable. She’s never been caught. Moriah’s getting to Sophie levels of grifting, and our expert, Becca, she’s the only truly honest and straight forward friend I have.” Nate nodded. He knew the feeling. The only family he had left, was the family he left to go be with Sophie. And sure, they were doing just fine without him, but that was what hurt the most. Almost as if she had read his mind, she spoke. “The only reason they’re as good as they are is because they learned how to work as a team from you. That’s how they taught us. They could only do that with experience.” Nate sighed and opened his mouth to speak when there was a loud noise like a gunshot multiplied by 100 that came from outside.

“Sorry! My car backfired! I just had it fixed last week, I’m so sorry for the noise!” A young woman apologized profusely as her car steamed.

“I don’t think that’s just a backfire ma’am, would you mind if I…?” One of the gym patrons had come out to see what the fuss was about. He gestured toward the smoking hood. “I’m a mechanic.”

“Oh would you? Thank you so much!” She went from apologizing to thanking in a matter of seconds. The teams went back inside.

“Hey did you move the painting?” Jesse asked Julia. “Cause I set it on the table and now it’s on the floor.”

“Maybe you dropped it,” Julia suggested.

“Or maybe the gym’s haunted,” suggested Moriah, wiggling her fingers. Julia rolled her eyes but Jesse scrunched her forehead up

“The gym’s not haunted, is it Arlana?” She called to the front.”

“It’s not haunted.” Was the reply. Moriah giggled to herself. Almost on cue, Becca walked in the door.

#leverage #a very distinctive team #Eliot spencer #nate ford #sophie devereaux #Alec hardison #parker #oc: Arlana foley #oc: Irene ellis #oc: Moriah #oc: Lavada #oc: Julia #oc: Jesse

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