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andthevillainshallrises · 1 year

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the missing hunter part 3

Winchesters x reader // dean x reader // Supernatural x f!reader

summary: Dean and Sam found y/n exhausted and wounded in a motel room and brought her back to Bobby’s place. Now she doesn’t want to be there, she doesn’t want to confront her past and those people who completely forgot about her– she’s sure of that, because otherwise why would they never call her? why would they never visit her?

previously: part 1 part 2

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note: ahhh hello there! i'm really happy that the two first parts are getting so much love!! <3 thank you for your feedback :) don't forget that interacting with the fic is the best way to let the author know that their work is good enough ;) also so sorry this part is weird and short but i didn't really know what to write haha hopefuly inspiration come again for the next parts!

chapter 3

Dean and Sam knew exactly who y/n was right when they saw her in the motel room, because how could they forget the only girl they played with when they were little and stayed at Bobby’s place? How could they forget the girl to whom they would give a phone call from a crappy motel room when they were bored of watching tv and eating the same food John usually left behind before going on a hunt on his own? How could they?

Truth is, Dean wasn’t as close to y/n as he was with his brother because, well she was a she, and he never had to deal with little girls before, he was only used to his little brother always annoyingly complaining about the food and the boredom of doing nothing. But slowly and surely the three of them grew quite close despite the distance.

Y/n had realized her friends were not really happy with their situation and had dared to ask, just once, to Bobby about having the boys stay more often, as he was practically their uncle or so. But the man just scoffed the thought away and never said a word about it again. Y/n did the same. But she never truly forgot. John was the one making the decisions for his sons.

Then the boys started to go to school more regularly, sure it was a different one every two months but it was one of the reasons they had slowly stopped to call y/n. Maybe they didn’t do it on purpose, they might have not even realized it at the time. And the three of them would grow-up apart, each one with its view on life, each one with their goals. each one with their feelings and fears and hopes. but y/n never forgot them, and sometimes she wanted to call them but she lacked the confidence to do it. She thought she was annoying, as the only girl the brothers had been friends with, surely they must think of her as an annoying kid. they must only talk to her out of pity.

So she faded away, hidden in the shadows of her own mind.

Later, y/n had started to join Bobby on hunts, at least at the beginning she only helped him in the library doing research. He considered she wasn’t old enough and needed more training. Then when she was ready and Bobby couldn’t take her puppy eyes look anymore, he finally allowed her to join him. Even though he wouldn’t admit it anytime soon, y/n was good at hunting things. So they started to hunt together more and more over the years to the point y/n didn’t even go to school anymore, since she needed to go from states to states and missing too many days of school would raise suspicions.

It was like she had been made for this kind of life; she never complained, never got scared, each hunt was a success and slowly the other hunters started to appreciate her work and welcomed her fully into their big family.

Bobby didn’t legally adopt the young girl, but it was as if, since they’d spent most of their time together. Over the years y/n noticed that John would come by less and less, and when he did, she was never there in time, often on supply run or investigating something. It started to drive her crazy how John seemed to keep his boys away from her, as if she was a demon herself who would kill them all. But when that feeling made its way to her core and the flow of thoughts started to spill in her head like blooming flowers she was quick to shut that door and drown herself numb. She didn’t want to have to deal with such things as feelings and emotions, because she knew feeling so deeply would never bring any good to her. It would only harm her and the people she cared about.

and enough people had been hurt already.

The years passed and y/n grew up, not totally forgetting what brought her to this line of work– hell, she could barely call what she did a job since she never really got paid. She never totally forgot her messed up childhood and all the lessons she had learnt along the road. Neither did she forgot the two boys she used to play with when they were little and call late at night when they were bored. But as she drowned herself in research and hunts as did the brothers, she noticed their relationship slowly but seemingly started to falter. They didn’t really communicate anymore, sometimes when she was at Bobby’s she would scan the place searching for some evidence the boys went by. Maybe she was searching for evidence they were alive, flesh and bones, and not a product of her imagination.

maybe she was secretly hoping they’d left a message, or asked Bobby about her. But the old man never said anything.

He never really talked about them, and she would rarely ask how they were doing. too shy. It seemed like everybody was avoiding each other and it was odd. Y/n didn’t know what could have happened. Life happened.

One day though, she learned by Bobby that Sam had dropped out of the business and had started going to university. It was not a total surprise to y/n, as she remembered how the young boy had seemed bored everytime he had to do research for his father and brother when they would dump him at Bobby’s or leave him alone in a motel.

Frankly she was more concerned about Dean, who was always following his dad’s orders no matter what, like a lost puppy looking toward its jailer with the hopes that one day he would be seen and appreciated. Y/n had the feeling that this day would never come. seemed like the puppy would grow cold and distant.

She didn’t know when, or why, but Sam got back in business and started to hunt again with his brother. She suspected John might’ve been the why. and she hated it. The boy only wanted a normal life, she couldn’t hate him for that; he never knew his mother, the loss and grief was more on Dean’s shoulders since John had gone a little unstable mentally– if y/n was being honest, and he’s been completely oblivious to how his eldest son could feel toward the tragic events.

So now, staring at the mantle of the fireplace where yellowed pictures sitted, their frames dusty with the years, her mind froze. As if she was rebooting her brain, her body wouldn’t move and her eyes wouldn’t blink. The only constant reminder that she was still alive was her breathing. Maybe a bit too slow.

Bobby took a few steps and approached y/n’s back, the floorboard cracking, he knew already but still picked over her shoulders to take a look at what she was staring at. A shuddering breath escaped him.

“y/n,” he started but cut himself before saying anything he would regret later.

She turned around and met his gaze, flickers of sunlight filtering through the window reflecting in her eyes, she didn’t say a word. her expression was unreadable, as per usual.

Bobby was used to not being able to tell how his protégée felt or what were her thoughts. She kept some kind of mask on her face at all times, it seemed like she was keeping her thoughts and emotions in check all the time. what was she scared of?

Dean cleared his throat, the empty bottle of beer abandoned on the counter in the kitchen and it seemed like he was also wearing a mask. but one of mecontentement, one that was easily readable. Y/n glanced toward him and spotted Sam hovering near his brother, almost waiting for the storm to strike. Y/n tensed up and bit her lower lips.

“Go ahead,” Dean nodded from y/n to Bobby, motioning for her to speak, “tell him what happened.” She gulped down but her mouth was dry with anticipation. She didn’t want to go through it again. enough. She just wanted to pass out in bed and sleep for hours. “please, i’m tired.” she said almost in a whisper, and Bobby looked at Dean who seemed on the brink of exploding. why was he so angry?

y/n gaze never left Dean’s as if in a staring contest. Bobby could tell the tension building up in the room.

Dean spoke without breaking eye contact, but directing his words to Bobby, “i’ll tell you what happened.” his chest heaved as he took a deep breath, “that smartass right here thought it would be fine to take a vampire by herself, with no backup and no one knowing where she was. She thought the vampire was alone. And the worst,” his tone was more and more heavy with anger at each word he was spitting out, “the worst, is that she got caught.”

Bobby couldn’t help the hiss of disapproval escaping his lips. He shook his head and turned from Dean to y/n but she was still looking at the eldest brother, as if her stare could make him shut up.

“Dean”, Sam tried to calm down his brother but it was useless, “what? Oh right! someone else was captured so you got help and nailed it.” He exaggeratedly imitated quotation marks emphasizing the last two words. Y/n couldn't breath, her lungs felt as though they were shutting down on themselves, cutting all the oxygen her body needed. She felt numb and so stupid. Stupid like a child caught doing something bad with no excuses.

But she had an excuse. She had reasons. That's what she thought.

She opened her mouth to say something but Sam's look of pity stopped her short.

“Y/n”, but before Bobby could finish his sentence he was cut short by an angry and exhausted young girl who was tired of being left behind, tired of being told what she should and shouldn’t do.

“what?” she turned her face to look at him, “what?” her facial expression was distorted and angry, so angry Bobby almost took a step back. He never saw her like that. Never. she is almost blaring her teeth like a mad dog ready to attack. And nobody moves.

Dean’s face is still as the surface of a lake but his brow is still furrowed.

“Hey, y/n calm down okay. we ju-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down Sam! You don’t fucking know me.” harsh words she almost immediately regretted to speak.

“ ‘course I know you,” his anxious brow relaxed a bit as he tried to smile, “you’re y/n, we used to hang out and make phone calls.”

And that is enough for her face to fall, like the petal of the flowers after a brisk. Her skin becomes cold and hot at the same time, she doesn’t know what to think, what to say.

He remembers. it’s the only thing her brain can hold on at the moment, like a sailman drowning in the sea, it holds on to it like a lifeline.

“ Then why.. why’d you make me call Bobby in the first place?”

“ He wanted to be sure you were fine.” Dean’s voice is somber and deep, his anger not quite gone, but at least his face is a little less tense.

One look at Bobby and she can see the worry on his face, in his eyes. She stupidly thought she could go on a job on her own and not anyone, not tell Bobby where she was going. It was one of the first rule of this job.

she felt stupid, so stupid. but she only wanted to prove to herself she was capable.

capable of what?

She was so tired she didn’t have the strength to cry, the tears getting stuck on her throat. She couldn’t talk anymore, she didn’t know what to say, and quite frankly she didn’t really want to talk anymore.

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whittakerjodie · 4 years

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Love the Suit ( 13th Doctor X Reader )

Prompt: You're trying to focus on the task at hand but it's been so long since the Doctor has worn a suit and.. well.. you can't resist. Especially not when a certain someone encourages you.

A/N: I think it’ll finally post in the tag now, sorry for the wait! Written mainly because most fics portray 13 as the initiator and uh... It's not realistic sweety! So we’re playing Top the Timelord and smooching this dork. Also reader is a timelord because that seems cool

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Slightly saucy, takes place during episode One of season 12 so spoilers! also amateur writing.

After thousands of years of time and space, going 'undercover' remained one of your favorite strategies. Dressing up, establishing a new identity, and sneakily acquiring the information needed to save the day? A lot more favorable compared to fighting or narrowly escaping death (at least, in your opinion)

Daniel Barton's party was an opportunity to do that. According to Yaz and Ryan, he'd been all too suspicious in their interview with him. The 5 of you, in addition to the mysterious new O, entered the party with the objective of finding him and getting information. It was high-scale by human standards, complete with security and gambling tables across the floor. Not unexpected for a man of Barton's status.

"It's a party, we're guests. Blend in." You scoffed at the Doctors statement. We're... us. Two timelords, 3 normal humans and someone we just met. Good luck with that. Even though all of you donned expensive fine suits similar to most of the other party members, (provided by the TARDIS, of course) you still could sense unease in the room as if a few of them knew you didn't belong.

Maybe it was the way Ryan and Graham were cheering and shouting about every little win while the others remained poker-faced. It could've also been the way Yaz didn't know what she was doing, awkwardly floating from game to game. But you suspected it was mainly the Doctor, who had just yelled "Snap!" Across the room despite being in a game of.. poker? You couldn't tell.

Regardless, you felt a little tug on the strings of your hearts at the confused look on her face when she realized they weren't playing Snap. The Doctors aloofness had always been a part of her charm, and the addition of her suit didn't exactly help you focus on blending in. It'd been decades in your time since she'd worn one, and even then it'd been in a different face. This was new... this was cute. Aggressively so. You knew you were staring for a little too long, but you didn't realize just how long until a voice sounded from next to you.

"Just wondering if you’ve seen anything? Considering we are here for a reason" You shifted your gaze from the Doctor to O, who was smirking. Your face warmed at being caught in the act but you quickly stifled it down, remaining composed. You felt like chastising him for getting too close, as he should be trying to blend in on his own. You busied yourself with the game in front of you and thought of a quick response.

"I’m well aware. Just making sure everyone else is doing their job." You added a little infliction at the end to indicate that maybe he should do so as well. He simply laughed and analyzed your cards.

"I've been texting her for a while, you know. Know her quite well" A flash of jealousy briefly made itself known. You'd just met this man. The Doctor only met him once in person before. Who did he think he was? Whatever he was trying to do wouldn't work. Your friendship stretched beyond definition, had lasted for centuries. You-

"That wasn't meant to be a dig, by the way. I only mean to say... I know a little bit about how she feels. And you've got an excellent poker face but as someone close to MI6 and as a... casual observer... I'm guessing I know a little bit about how you feel, too." You raised a brow at smile he wore. It was sinister, almost, but you considered what he'd said nonetheless. He seemed to notice your uncomfortable shift and it only seemed to make his smile grow. "Go for it. Trust me."

As O walked away, you found it hard to break your eyes off of him. That was... weird, you thought. But he’s not entirely wrong. You made a mental note to ask the Doctor more about him later. Just as you turned back to gaze at her, she appeared in front of you. You jumped slightly, grabbing her arm out of surprise.

"A little announcement, next time?"

"Surprised you didn't sense me coming. Everything alright?" Her thick accent only made your heartbeat more and you dedicated a great amount of your effort into slowing it down. Focus, Y/N, You chastised. Your hand still softly rested on her arm and your eyes darted to it, before meeting hers.

"F-fine, yeah."

"I saw you and O talking, have you two found anything yet?"

"Not yet. Got... distracted" Not a lie. She frowned.

"Ah well, we haven't either." She continued talking, explaining her next course of action but you couldn't possibly listen. Her face was so animated this regeneration. She'd always been a burst of personality and energy no matter the body, but it was different every time. One could make a brief comparison to looking at the sun too long. You adored it. You scanned the room briefly. Ryan and Graham were partaking in Hors d'oeuvres, and Yaz was talking to O. What he’d said crossed your mind once more. Well They're not exactly focusing. Why should I?

"Y/N? Are you listening?"

"Not totally. We should probably talk in another room. You know, away from others...?" You tried a little bit of a psychic nudge, once again checking to make sure everyone wasn't doing what they were supposed to. She seemed to be just slightly lost about your intentions. You rolled your eyes and your hand drifted from her arm to link with her hand. "Come with me"

None of the companions seemed to notice you leading her out of the room, and if they did they didn't approach or say anything. Good. As you walked down the elegant hallway, you guessed as to which doors led to empty rooms. Taking your chances, you pulled open the fourth door on your right. A small closet. Even better. You let her enter first then let the door close on its own.

"So, I was thinking-" You cut her off by gently cupping her face, smiling softly at the look in her eye. She stared questioningly, then seemed to absorb the situation. "We're not here to talk about the plan are we?" You shook your head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Not exactly. I was hoping, if we weren't too preoccupied, I could kiss you?" She nodded all to quickly and you laughed up until your lips gently pressed up against hers. They were soft and you sighed into them, feeling her hands hesitantly rest on your shoulders as her back hit the wall. You tried to decide what to do with your hands next.

Anywhere's fine, You felt the words pass through your mind and deepened the kiss, only having established a psychic link with her on a few highly dangerous adventures. The embrace was reassuring. It gave you time to explore, to understand, and to feel. It was almost overwhelming.

You could tell she felt the same so you broke off the kiss to give her a small reprieve. As you two caught your breath, you gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Been waiting to do that for a while.”

She didn’t respond, seemingly dumbfounded. You felt a small swell of pride at the fact that you'd been able to make her speechless. You instinctively gave her a few more soft pecks, toying with the idea of going a little farther. You felt her eager acceptance and moved your lips to her throat, focusing some of your efforts into getting rid of the bow-tie that helped deny access to some of it. Bow-ties may have been cool once, but now they were an inconvenience.

As your lips grazed a certain point along her jaw she let out a soft noise; something between a whimper and a gasp, but not quite either. You both jumped back to look at each other in surprise. Just as you were about to fulfill your sudden goal of continuing kissing her senseless, the door opened.

Both of your heads snapped to the entrance, eyes wide and hearts beating fast. Graham, the unfortunate intruder, simply stared with a brow raised as high as the ceiling. You had a sinking feeling that there wasn't exactly a way to hide what you'd been doing.

One of her hands was buried in your hair (though she slowly lowered it) and both of yours were frozen in their attempt to unbutton her blazer.

It was dreadfully, awkwardly, horribly silent.

He cleared his throat. "Well then... We were just um, wondering where you were off to and uh-" he looked down the hallway and gave a curt nod before quickly walking away. Panic and embarrassment quickly swallowed the two of you whole and you stepped back.

"We should probably-"

"Oh, no definitely..."

You took in her bewildered expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter. What a moment.

"What?" She asked, hurriedly fixing her hair and suit. You shook your head, still giggling. "No, really, what?"

You gave her another quick kiss.

"Oh, nothing. Love the suit, by the way"

You didn't stay to see her reaction.

Later, you heard through the remnants of your psychic link.

Sounds like a plan.

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draco-kasai · 3 years

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Hero Collaboration Program

Summery: High School Hero Collaboration Program! Helping Sophomore hero students connect with others around the world! Come join us for a two-week-long trip to one of our schools for an amazing once in a lifetime experience with students of Yuuei! Only a lucky 40 students will be selected for this program. They will be split into two groups of 20 and sent to different schools to have completely unique experiences!

A/N: AKA, A very ambitious fanfic I started because even though I have another fanfic in progress my brain decided to give me an idea and I just had to do it. These are all characters I adore and I even did lots of reasurch on them to hopefuly get them down right. I also too many backstories and threw them into a meat grinder to remold them in a way that would make them fit into this universe.

I love Class 1-A, but like they need to be taken down a peg or two, and I want to see them get their asses handed to them.

Ch. 1 part 2 of 3 Program Sign-Ups -->

Chapter 1 Part 3

Chapter 1 Part 1

The sound of wheels rolling against concrete and mild chatter flowed around the skate park. A small group of friends all joked about as they took turns going down the vert ramp. A tanned girl with dark brown hair, dark purple horns and pointed ears. Laughed as her brown haired friend almost slipped off his board when he landed beside them. His dark blue eyes glared back over at her, making her snort at his attempt to be intimidating.

“Stop laughing, Paloma, it’s not funny.” The boy huffed, straightening out his T-shirt.

With another giggle, she kicked off the top of the ramp with her scooter. Getting some air over at the other side, she gripped the handle bars once she landed and moved to the other side. Performing a tail grab, she smirked, “yes it was.” she spoke quickly, her own tail poking the boys' forehead, before landing back on the ramp and rolling to the other side. Noah blinked a few times in surprise before frowning. The sound of a giggle had him turning to a girl with long red hair that was tied up in a ponytail.

“Bettyyyy!” He whined, making her giggles turn into laughter.

“I - I’m sorry, Noah! It - it’s just… your face!” She covered her lips in an attempt to stifle her laughter. The boy besides her pouts.

“Ouch, my own girlfriend.” Noah dramatically slapped a hand over his chest, “Well, it was a good two months while it lasted.”

Betty snorts as she pokes his cheek, “Stop it, I’m just messing with you.”

“I’m gone for three minutes!'' The two turn to see Paloma smirking at them. The couple glance over at one another before laughing. Rolling her brown eyes, Paloma gestured towards the ramp, “Your turn, Betty. We’ll meet you on the ground.”

With a smile, the girl tightened her ponytail, “Gotcha.” giving her boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek, she adjusted her board and rushed down the ramp. After performing a few tricks, she slowed her descent down and made her way off the ramp to her friends. “Hey Regeena, hey Chaz.” She greeted the other two that joined her group.

“Sup Betty.” they both responded in unison. Opting to get out of the way of the other skaters, the group of friends made their way to sit at a bench.

“I still can’t believe she’s still in the hero course after that.” Regeena along with everyone else chuckled.

“I keep telling her she should just stick to photography, but she’s so obsessed with proving herself better than Betty.” Chaz sighs, “You’d think she’d stop doing that already.”

“I mean, she’s gotten better.” Noah pats his friend's shoulder reassuringly, “at least she’s not flaunting her money and wealth around anymore.”

“Or getting me into trouble.” Betty adds

“True that.” Regeena nods, “You know, if she wasn’t so obsessed with being better than you, I think she’d make a great rescue hero.’

“Gasp, praise? For Penelope? Regeena I’m shocked.” Paloma jokes, making the girl slap her shoulder.

“Yeah, oh, hey, Betty, are you signing up for the uh, hero thing program?” Chaz asked, “Penelope came home complaining about the program, I read through the packet though, it seems like fun.”

The redhead smirked, leaning back in her seat she crossed her arms over her chest, “Of course I am. I’d never miss an opportunity to better myself and meet new people.”

“Ahhh I’m going to miss you.” Noah pouts as he lays his head on her shoulder. Green eyes roll skyward as she gently pats her boyfriend's cheek.

“I haven't even gotten accepted yet, Noah. I still have to fill out the packet and get through the interviews.”

“He’s not wrong, though,” Chaz pouts, “when you do get accepted, cause there’s no way you won’t be, you’ll be gone for two weeks.”

“Wha - two weeks!?” Paloma and Regeena gasped.

“Oooo girl, I’m already missing you so much!” Regeena rose to her feet to walk around the bench and hug her friend.

“Make sure to text us if you can!” Paloma knocks Betty back into Noah’s chest with a hug.

“Agh guys! You’re suffocating meeee!” Betty laughs. Noah and Chaz exchange a look before developing them all in a hug, making the girls squeal. “You guuuuys~! Common! Let go! Let’s go skate already!”

“No way! Let me carve this moment into my memory where I will forever look back on it fondly!” Paloma laughed

“Awe, guuyys” Betty giggles as she does her best to hug who she can.

Betty Barrett. Age 16. Seat 7. Student Rank 6. Hero Name: Atomic Betty. Quirk: Self Gravity

Can control the gravity of her own body, making it lighter or heavier. She is able to single out any part of her body with her quirk for a stronger attack. With enough concentration, she could manipulate her body’s center of gravity, allowing her to walk on walls.

Hand to hand, Karate, Jujitsu

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A tall boy walked into the large house in silence. Setting down his backpack on the counter, he began taking out any homework he had been assigned. He paused when his eyes landed on the packet his school had handed out to anyone in the hero courses. If he remembers correctly, his older cousin had taken part in the program years ago, too.

Setting the packet down, he let out a heavy sigh. Walking into the kitchen, he prepared himself something he could snack on while he worked on homework. Wondering back over to the table, he set down the plate and began homework. Once he was finished, he eyed the packet once again.

Maybe if he got in, his parents would come home and congratulate him.

He shook the thought off immediately. His parents want him to be a performer, not a hero like he wants to be. They never supported his dream, and yet they're proud of his cousin Zatana. Maybe it’s because she’s a daylight hero, and not an underground hero like he wants to be.

Would Zatana be happy for him if she knew he had applied?

Silently, he wondered if she’d tell her old mentor, his hero; Constantine, and what he would think.

He bit his lower lip at the thought. His family is never home, they're always busy with putting on shows. Would they even notice him gone for two weeks? No... Probably not. With a heavy sigh, he turned the packet to the page that had to be filled in. Even if nobody is proud of him or supports his dreams, he will be a hero and this program sounds like it would be beneficial for him.

Zachary Zatara. Age 16. Seat 1. Student Rank 7. Hero Name: Mage. Quirk: Magic.

With magic, he can do various unexplainable things.

Staff fighting, hand to hand, martial arts.

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A tanned girl with glasses hummed as she took a sip of her drink, “So, what do you guys think of that program, Mlle. Bustier told us about?” She asked as she brought a hand up to play with the bright strands of her hair.

“Oh, the exchange program, right?” the boy next to her wearing a hat and glasses smiled, “I heard Kim and Alix might sign up.”

“Of course they would. But knowing them, they're going to struggle with those essays.” A blond with cat ears, that turned black at the tips, chuckled softly.

“What about you two? You and Marinette are in the hero courses, right?” The ombre haired girl asked as she leaned forward in curiosity.

The blond smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, I’m applying. It sounds like fun and all, but I, um, I was hoping to get in just to get away for a while.” Everyone at the table exchanged looks before turning to the blond with a reassuring smile.

“That’s fine, Adrien, you definitely deserve some time away from Paris.”

“Yeah, you can’t keep blaming yourself for that, Adrien. You didn’t know, he kept pushing you away and making you work. You couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah dude, after everything that happened this semester, with your dad being arrested as a super villain and all- ow!” He turned to the girl next to him, who was shooting him a glare. Realizing what he said, he was quick to correct himself, “N- not that any of us blame you! I mean, like, how were you supposed to know!? He kept you locked up and- I mean, You deserve a vacation from Paris! Yeah! That! You deserve to have fun and do things you were never allowed to do!” He smiled sheepishly.

Adrien’s smile widened at his best friend’s antics, “Thanks Alya, Nino, Mari. That means a lot. What are you planning on doing, Mari?” He turned to face the blue haired girl that sat next to him.

“Oh, I’ve been planning on applying ever since Luka told me about it.” Marinette smiled as she played with the straw of her drink.

“Luka told you about it?” Nino asked.

“Mhm, He took part in it last year. We would video chat and he’d send pictures. It looks like a perfect opportunity to make connections with possible partners. Maybe It’ll give me new ideas for designs, too.”

“Wha~ I’d definitely apply if I were in the hero course, that’s for sure!” Alya smiled brightly.

“It's never too late, Als.” Marinette rose a brow. “You’re already taking some hero course classes. You could always just…”

Her friend waved her hand about as if to dispel the thought, “No way, I’d rather get footage and interviews of hero fights than be a part of it! You know I’m taking those classes in case I need to protect myself.” She smirked, “Besides, I could say the same for you. An aspiring fashion designer and hero, yet you refuse to make hero costumes.”

“I’d rather make clothes for fashion and not something that would probably need repairs a few days later.” Alya and Marinette giggled.

“Wha- don’t look at me like that, Adrien. I’m in the same boat as Alya, just because I want to be a DJ doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to jump in to protect people. Gotta make use of Shelter after all”

Adrien sighs, “Carapace and Rena Rouge will never happen now.”

Alya snickers as Nino gives his friend an amused smile, “Carapace and Rena Rouge?” Marinette giggles

“Yeah! It came to me in a dream where we battled magic evil butterflies and used magic jewelry to fight crime! I even had their hero costumes all drawn out and everything! We could have been a quartet!”

Alya covers her lips as she laughs, “That's one heck of a dream. I appreciate it, Adrien, but we’re fine. Besides, Ladybug and Chat Noir are going to be the best duo when they debut!” The two friends looked at one another and smiled.

“Oh, You two are signing up as a duo, right?” Nino asks in curiosity, raising an eyebrow. Marinette and Adrien give one another a knowing look.

“No, actually, we’re not.” Adrien smiles

“W - what?! Why?! I thought you two were planning to debut as a duo!” Alya asked, sitting up, she looked between her two friends in confusion.

“We are, but we agreed that we can’t always rely on each other, so we’re going to sign up and, hopefully if we get in, end up in different groups.

Adrien grins, showing off his fangs, as he gives his best friend a half hug, “Being apart for a while is going to be great for us. Divide and conquer! When we meet up again, we’re going to compare notes and talk about our experiences!”

“Oh… I… I guess that’s not too bad of an Idea.” Alya thought out loud.

“If you learn any new fighting moves, you can just show each other too, pretty smart.” Nino nods.

“Of course it’s Pur-fect! Our ladybug came up with it!” Adrien laughs at the groans he received.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Age 15. Seat 12. Student Rank 8. Hero Name: Ladybug. Quirk: Lucky Charm.

Can create items to help her with any situation. The items that are created are random, leading to weird and elaborate plans that somehow always work. When she has finished making use of the item, it disappears in a swarm of ladybugs that fix any damage made after she has summoned the item.

Acrobatics, Hand to Hand, Made up fighting style with Yo-yo

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“But Ah-Mah pleeeease~!” a girl with long black hair and a pink streak whined

“Juniper, I said no.” an older woman shook her head as she worked her way around her office.

“But why? Dennis got to apply in his sophomore year!” The young teenager pouted.

“Juniper, you know I need you here to help take care of everything around the house. Dennis has just graduated from the academy and has been busy making a name for himself as a hero, and Ray Ray is still too young to be left alone.”

“But Ray Ray is 12 -”

“Juniper.” The young teenager fell silent at her grandmother's tone. The older woman let out a soft sigh, “I know it’s not fair.” She walked over to her granddaughter and gently cupped her cheeks, “but it’s always been just us four, ever since you were 8. I’ve worked harder than before to not lose you kids. I can’t retire until Dennis’s work is more secure, and he’s able to help support us better... I need you here, baobei. I’m sorry. Maybe next time…?”

It’s a once a year thing only for sophomores…” Juniper let out a soft defeated sigh, placing her hands over her grandmothers she gently pried them away, “It’s okay Ah-Mah…” The young teenager walked out of the office, her head hung low. The older woman watched her go with sadness in her eyes.

“You should let her at least apply…” Her eyes flickered to the open balcony, where a young man with spiked up black hair stood leaning against the door.

“Dennis!” The older woman smiled tiredly as walked over to the young adult, “Hello, my little bèndàn.” She greeted warmly as they hugged.

“Ah-Mah you really need to stop calling me that…” Dennis spoke in an annoyed tone, the smile on his lips betraying his true feelings.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.” The older woman chuckles softly as she goes back to her desk.

“The mission ended early.” The older boy shrugged, “So, about June -”

“Hey, Ah-Mah, why does June look so sad?” A younger boy asked as he poked his head into the office. He paused upon seeing his older brother. “Dennis!” He cheered, running over to his brother, “You’re back early!”

The young adult lets out a hearty laugh as he picks up his brother in a hug, spinning them about. Delighted giggles escaped his younger sibling's lips. “Hey there kiddo. Yeah, our mission ended early.” He sets the younger boy down and ruffles his hair, “Everything went smoothly.”

“So cool!” Their grandmother smiled fondly as she watched her two grandchildren interact. Her smile soon fell upon remembering the middle child and what had upset her.

As the young boy spoke with his brother, he was suddenly reminded about his sister. She looked upset as she walked back to her room. “Ah-Mah, do you know why June is so upset?”

“Hm? Oh…” The older woman snapped out of her thoughts, “She wants to attend a sort of exchange student program for hero students. I want to let her apply, I really do, but if she gets in, Dennis and I work and we can’t leave you home alone.” The younger boy's face fell. It sounds like he’s unintentionally holding his sister back.

“I’m a big boy! I can be left home alone for a few hours!” Ray Ray puffed up his chest.

“I know baobei, but grandma has had this business trip scheduled for a while now. It took us months to get this meeting scheduled… I looked over the packet… My trip lines up with the first week that the program starts.”

“I can always stay home that week till you get back.” Dennis offered.

“Would your work allow that? You had just recently started, I don’t want to place you in such a spot-”

“Ah-Mah, it’s fine. I’m sure my boss would be fine with it if I explain the situation. Not to mention, I’ve saved up my vacation days.” the boy gives a cocky smirk.

The older woman's lips grew into a large grin, "Juniper will be very happy to hear this, and to see you back home. Come, let us break the good news to her."

Juniper Lee. Age 16. Seat 3. Student Rank 9. Hero Name: Fāxiàn. Quirk: Detect.

She receives coordinates to a location to find anyone she needs to find. To do so, she must have made eye contact with the person she plans to keep track of at least once. She can keep track a single individual for three hours, has a limit of 5 people at a time for an hour. Her eyes turn purple as she focuses on tracking anyone.

Parkour, hand to hand, karate.

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“What do you think, sis?”

“I think it’s a really good opportunity. It sounds like it’s a fun little vacation too. You should definitely take advantage of it, Virgil.” An older woman with her dark hair in pigtails nods as she hands her younger brother the packet back.

“Yeah? You think dad would be cool with it?” Virgil asked, black eyes roaming over the packet once again, flipping to the other pages.

“I know dad can be… strict, but I’m sure he’d understand. You just gotta ask.” His sister placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before flicking his ear, “Now go get the table set up. Dinner's almost ready.” She grinned, walking back for the kitchen

“Ow, okay, jeez.” He lifted his hand.

“And NO using your QUIRK.” Virgil dropped his hand with a frown. By the time dinner was ready, the sibling's father arrived home.

“So, Virgil, Sharon, how was school?” the older man asked as he served himself more of his drink.

“College is college, dad. Nothin’ special really happened.” Sharon responded

“Oh? And how are things with Adam going? Well I hope.”

Sharon blushed slightly at this, a soft smile gracing her lips, “Yeah, things are going really well, actually.”

Her father smiled fondly at his daughter, “That’s good to hear. Invite him over for dinner soon, it’s been a while since he’s been over.” His daughter’s smile widened as she nodded. Turning to his son, he raised a brow in silent question.

“Oh, uh, heh, school was pretty alright, I doubt the school system has really changed.” Virgil smiled sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. Glancing at his sister, he spotted her pointed look. Clearing his throat, he turned to his father, “Uh hey dad, I have a question…”

“Oh?”

“Um, well… There's this program, erm, the High School Hero Collaboration Program to be exact, and basically it's a two-week-long exchange program for hero students. I, uh, I want to know if it’s cool with you if I apply.”

The older man let out a soft sigh, lowering his fork. The young teen felt his shoulders tense at the sound. "You really are dead set on becoming a hero, aren't you?"

Virgil blinked at the sudden question, "Uh, um, yes. Yes I am."

"I really wish you would just do something safer like your sister…"

"Dad, the reason I want to be a hero is to protect you guys. I want to protect people who are struggling and need help."

"Then become a police officer or a firefighter."

"... Dad…" Virgil slumps back in his seat, "we always have this same argument…"

The older man gave out a tired sigh as he lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I know son, I'm sorry… It's just… it's hard to support such a dangerous profession. Hero's around here… things are just…"

"I know dad… but I honestly thought I had proven myself enough during the field studies.” Virgil spoke up softly. Looking over to his sister, she nods and gives him a reassuring smile, “I want to make the city a safer place. Hero’s around here are already small in numbers and if I can help, even if just a little, I want to do that. Maybe even try to inspire more kids to take the hero course electives.”

Robert was silent for a moment. Looking at his son, he could see the determination and resolve in his eyes. Letting his posture slacken a bit, his eyes softened, a soft smile on his lips, “You’re just like your mother with that passion to help others.” Virgil blinked in surprise, “Very well. You can sign up for the program.”

��Yes!!” Virgil jumped up as he threw his fist in the air, “Oh man, Richie is going to be so excited! He’s been coming up with support gear and a new costume design and wouldn't leave me alone about it all day!”

Robert let out a full belly laugh, “Alright, alright, sit down, son. Let’s enjoy the rest of your sister's delicious cooking first.”

“Yeah, you can call Richie later.” His sister smiled.

“Right, sorry.” Virgil gave a sheepish grin as he sat back down.

Virgil Ovid Hawkins. Age 17. Seat 20. Student Rank 10. Hero Name: Static. Quirk: Electromagnetism.

Can generate, manipulate and absorb electrokinetic energy.

Hand to hand.

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"So, how was school, everyone?" An older woman asked as she and her large family all started eating dinner. All the kids at the table softly answered in unison, making the two adults chuckle in amusement.

"Come on guys, one by one." The older man said firmly.

A boy with his dark brown hair waving in soft curls spoke up first, "Everyone in the hero course got a packet for an exchange program!" The boy next to him with black hair groaned softly.

"Really? What's it about?" An older girl asked in curiosity.

"Dude, that's awesome!" A younger girl bounced in her seat excitedly

"When is it?" One of the boys asked in a soft tone.

"Will you be working with pro hero's?" A younger boy asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

"Tell us Billy! Tell us!" The younger girl chirped happily.

"Dude, Freddy, it was supposed to be a secret." Billy glared at the glasses wearing boy next to him.

"A secret? Why?" The older man asked curiously.

Letting out a sigh, Billy explained the program, "- it was supposed to be a secret because I wanted to tell you guys after I got accepted." He glares at a sheepish Freddy, "but I guess it's not anymore."

"Don't worry! We're still surprised!" Darla says with a nod. Placing her palms on her cheeks, she makes a surprised face. Eugene nods in agreement and drops his jaw, eyebrows shooting up as he also made a surprised face. Everyone at the table laughed at the youngest's antics.

"She's not wrong. We are pleasantly surprised. I'm sure you'll get accepted." The older woman smiled

"I hope so. It's basically a worldwide thing. From what the teachers said, it's really competitive. Only 40 students get accepted. That's why they have such an extensive application process." he smiled sheepishly, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck. His cheeks flushed red as everyone in his mismatched family shot him words of encouragement. It's been a whole year since he’s landed himself with his family, they’ve already been through so much together. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Billy Batson. Age 16. Seat 15, Class Rank 11. Hero Name: Captain Marvel. Quirk: Shazam

When saying the word ‘Shazam’ he is transformed into a version of himself that is at their prime.

Hand to hand, Stealth, street fighting.

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“What is this?” A pale hand grabbed the packet that was handed to her. Black eyes quickly scanned through the front page, an older woman with white hair sat across from her on the table.

“It’s a program I think you’d enjoy, Jenny.” the older woman smiled softly, “I know that you feel trapped here, being homeschooled and all, so I thought you might want to join the program.”

Jenny looked up at her mother in surprise, “Y - you mean it? You'll let me apply for this? If I get accepted, you’ll allow me to go!?”

Nora let out a soft chuckle, “Yes, I'm allowing you to go. Actually, I’ve been planning on enrolling you into school next Semester.”

“Really!?”

“That’s right. Once the paperwork is complete you’ll be in school starting January and if you do get into this program, you can think of it as a small break from school, to give yourself a breather, I think it would help you adjust to school better.”

“Oh my gosh, mom! You’re the best!” Jenny grinned widely, her eyes sparkling in excitement as she stood to her feet.

“Yes, yes, this will be a wonderful opportunity for you to make friends too.”

“Mom, I have friends -”

“Online friends don’t count.”

“... Social anxiety is hard to deal with.”

“Jenny, you came home late yesterday because you stopped by Miranda’s place and spoke with her for three hours.”

“She’s a sweet old lady. She just needs some company sometimes~”

“And yet when the neighbor boy said hello to you this morning, you activated your skates and rushed inside.”

“... So it may be a selective type of anxiety…”

“Jenny.”

The blue haired girl let out a sigh, crossing her arms, “Yeah, okay, fair.” She paused before speaking again, “Are you positive online friends don’t count?” Nora sent her daughter a raised eyebrow, amusement radiating off her in waves.

Jenny sagged her shoulders, “Right. I’ll get started on this now.”

“Good. Make sure to email any of your teachers for those recommendation letters.” Nora rose out of her chair, “I’ll get started on dinner for us.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jenny Walkman. Age 17. Seat 6. Class Rank 12. Hero Name: XJ9. Quirk: Cyborg

Although born like any other, her body is very obviously modified. 50% of her body is organic, containing the most important organs for essential survival. Her skin is smooth to the touch, has the ability to remove appendages to modify or replace. Has the ability to connect herself to electronics and is able to download information directly to her brain.

Extensive knowledge in mechanics, Hand to hand, martial arts

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#fanfiction #mha au #my life as a teenage robot #Shazam #Static Shock #Atomic Batty #the life and times of juniper lee #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen chang #zachary zatara #jenny xj9 #billy batson #virgil hawkins #Betty Berrett #juniper lee

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