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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Seeing Maul after All This Time

"Maul?" Y/n asked looking at the hooded figure, Ezra besides him as he looked back at Y/n.

"Y/n you know him?" Ezra asked.

"Ezra come here." Ezra did as told, Y/n stepping infront of him protectively.

"Y/n. It has been some time." Maul spoke walking around with the cane.

Y/n ignited one of her two sabers, the red blade crackling as she kept Ezra behind her.

"Your a sith lord Y/n?!" Ezra shouted.

"No! Ezra- we'll talk about this later."

"A shame really," Maul spoke, "We were once-"

"We were once," Y/n told him, "We are no longer, I tried to help you! I wanted you back Maul! You think I wanted you to throw yourself away?"

"You threw me away!" He argued.

"I would never and you know that! We could have left! Both of us!" Y/n defended, "both of us! Like we planned!"

Maul only growled at her pushing forward as the battle began, light flashing back and forth as they fought one another. Maul still trying to reach for Ezra but was kicked back, Y/n igniting her second saber which was green in color.

"Ezra! Run!" Y/n demanded force pushing him back and out of Mauls reach once again, as Ezra got up.

"I'll get Ashoka! And Kanan!"

"Just run!" Y/n demanded, Y/n being back up into a wall as she kneeded Maul in the gut him stumbling back as she spit into the corner of the room.

"I can do this all day." Y/n spoke.

"You can't hope to beat me! Not again!" He shouted.

"I do not hope but know! I will win!" Y/n responded.

Maul kicked her across the room as she crashed into the stone wall dropping one of her Sabers.

Dodging his hit it scored the wall as she rolled off to the side, she grabbed his wrist twisting it back as the saber turned off and soon fell out his hand.

"Stop this Maul!" Y/n demanded, pushing him back into the stone wall, her hand up as she kept him pushed into the wall with the force.

"I loved you once!" Y/n argued, "We were one! Why would you betray me!"

"I betray you!?" Maul spoke, "I never did!"

"You killed my friends Maul! You just attacked me!" Y/n argued, "you killed the only think I had to a sister. You killed Satine! Why!"

He was silent, "I asked you why!" She demanded, "You knew she was all I had. You knew I loved her! But you couldn't just submit could you! You had to have power! Broken power! When you could have just come to me I would have helped you!"

Y/n glared at him as she gritted her teeth dropping him to the ground falling to his knees and over.

"I once loved you." Y/n told him, as he looked up at her, "after all you did I still came looking for you, and you were going to use a innocent soul. I stop worrying about you, and stop loving to you today Maul."

She turned away from him using the force to make her second saber come to her, walking away and down the hall.

"No..." Maul called, "No! Y/n! Y/n! Come back! I was foolish! Come back to me!"

Y/n kept quiet as she left the temple the others running to her aid.

"Y/n!" Ezra spoke looking at her hopefully.

"I am okay Young one." Y/n responded, feeling a sense of relief rush over Ezra.

She smiled softly at his relief, a hand holding his cheek.

"None of us belong here anymore." Y/n spoke.

It was silent the rest of the way, Y/n knew what Maul knew, what he wanted he got, Ezra confused that much to her. She wasnt angery but knew it'd be Maul's demise. So there Y/n sat, in the bunk with Ezra.

"Are. Are you alright?" Ezra asked.

"I haven't been alright in some times Ezra." Y/n responded sitting on the floor attempting to meditate.

"Can. I ask you some questions?" Ezra asked.

"Sit with me then."

Ezra did as told, sitting infront of her as she opened her eyes, she was tired, heart broken, missing.

"I...did...we're you a sith."

"No." Y/n responded.

"Then the red saber."

"It was a gift." Y/n told him, "I was considering to be a sith...long ago."

"Because of Maul?"

Y/n nodded softly, "It was long ago, I-"

Ezra listened, "Me and him were in love, we pulled each other towards both sides...I..."

"But why him?"

"It is easier to show you than tell. Come." Y/n spoke as Ezra scooted closer, Y/n placing her hands on each side of his head, covering his temples as Y/n closed her eyes, Ezra following:

"Commander! Its going to blow!" Jesse shouted at the Jedi besides him, "Commander Y/n is still in there!"

"We have to leave! Now! Get the transports out of here!"

"But Commander!"

"Now!"

Y/n was getting everyone out, force pushing them down carefully to the ground.

"I have to check if anyones inside!"

"Commander no!"

"Go! Now!"

Y/n rushed back inside only seconds later the explosion going off. Y/n the only one inside as the others took cover as quick as possible. With the rubble falling down, she did as well. Being left crushed under some rocks for dead, her head bleeding, her ribs crushed, her spine brusied, she was dying a slow and painful death.

She was left there, no one did come and find her, she wasnt expecting it anyways, until later that day, the night had taken over the sky and she was passed out, swimming in her thoughts deep in her head and her own blood. Rocks pushed aside and body being lifted up Maul had picked her up in his arms walking away from the scene.

Waking up suddenly and in pain she looked around.

"So you've awaken."

Maul walked over to her Y/n backing up slightly as she winced backing into the wall.

Maul stopped in his spot. Y/n looking up at him as she then looked away.

"You know. Don't you?" Y/n asked.

"Its not everyday you see a night sister with markings such as yours."

"Get it right! I am not a night sister! I am a human being!" Y/n shouted immediately grabbing her chest in pain, "your...night sisters that...mother- she used me..."

"Fair point."

"It seems me and you have more in common than you think." Maul spoke, slidding a cup over to her with his foot.

"It will give your chest relief-"

Without hesitation she drank it immediately, she pulled away from the cup choking she had downed it so fast.

"I save you, and you go and die by choking."

"Why save me?"

"Why do anything anymore?"

Y/n pulled away from Ezra, the teen opening his eyes, "he saved you? But why?"

"I cant even answer that." Y/n responded, "but I repayed him later on, but he always tried to one up me, soon enough I fell for him, and it seemed him for me..."

Y/n panted heavily the two sitting against the control panels of the star cruiser that had just crashed.

"Damn." Y/n spoke, "we have to stop meeting like this."

Maul only chuckled, "we do indeed."

"I suppose we're each other's gaurdian angels." Y/n responsed rubbing her temples with one hand as they're chlothes were full of cuts and stains of dirt and blood fresh or dried.

"The more we saved each other the more we fell in love."

The two looked towards each other, Maul took the turn away first, but Y/n pulled his head back to look at her after grabbing one of his horns, forcing him into a kiss, he only returned it, deepining the kiss by turning his head and running a hand through her hair. Y/n pulled away.

"I figured saving you is starting to become boring payment for you saving me." Y/n responded..

"And within time.' Y/n spoke, "we were begging the other for them to come with us."

"Maul! Take my hand!" Y/n begged, "Your master does not care about you! Come! With me!"

Taking a step closer to him she finally reached arms length turning his saber off for him she let him keep hold of it.

"Don't do this Maul. They may not care but I do." Y/n tried to convince, "come with me please!"

"Y/n!"

"No! Anakin don't!"

"And as I pulled at him, he pulled at me." Y/n told Ezra.

"Take my hand!" Maul begged, "Y/n! Take my hand!"

Obi-Wan and Anakin stood there sabers in hand.

" Come with me!" Maul argued.

"Y/n! If you join him theres no telling what would happen!" Obi-Wan tried to convince.

"You turned on me! Why?" Y/n demanded, "I love you both and you turn on me!"

"Y/n this wasnt our choice!" Anakin spoke, "Y/n. I love you."

"Anakin!"

"Y/n! He lies!" Maul argued, "they both do!"

"Don't act like you dont either Obi-Wan!"

Obi wan sighed, "Y/n please, we care about you. Come back. We both care about you dearly!"

"At the end of the line. I was betrayed no matter which side I turned too." Y/n told Ezra, "I've been betrayed by every one."

"I'd never betray you." Ezra said, causing her to smile.

"You'd be a first." She spoke.

It was silent for only a few moments.

"Would you have left the republic for him if he left the Sepertist?" Ezra asked.

"Yes." Y/n responded without hesitation, "but things changed after he killed Satine."

"Satine?"

"The last Dutchess of Mandolore. She was like a sister."

"Im still confused. Your as angry as any other sith, but calm as a jedi. How are you doing it?"

"Im neither or." Y/n spoke, "i can't follow the Jedi code but I wont kill in anger."

Ezra was quiet, "Get some sleep young one." Y/n spoke.

Ezra did as told hoping up into his bunk as Y/n stayed on the floor meditating.

#star wars fanfiction #tcw maul #star wars reader insert #star wars rebels #darth maul #the clone wars #star wars: the clone wars #x reader

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 3 years

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(Open Rp) Winter, Romance, Drama, And Sci fi X Fantasy Crossover in "Love Of Utopia"

It was a night of Febuary 16th At Bromwich Town, Saphira was Waiting Her "Future Husband" Who is in arrange marriage by his Family name Duncan James Draco, She was Waiting for him at the Costellos restaurant..She sits there and waiting for him But her Patience is really grew thinner while feeling abit angery and Neglectful by his absense.. So She gets up and took her car and Drives to her home to Find out whats taken him So Long to come.. But then..She hears the Feminine Laughter and giggles, It was a Huge Shocker on saphira..She realized that Duncan is Having an affair with someone else.. So She Slammed the Door open and Saw Duncan and the other Woman Made beast with two backs on the couch all naked but covered in sheets..Saphira gasp so loud even Duncan froze and saw Saphira in a Shocking expression...Then Saphira's Blood began to boil like a volcano ready to erupt With a Wrathful Look on her face..and Then She exploded with anger Expression and said,,

Saphira: DUNCAN JAMES DRACO!!! What in blazes Do you think your Doing with her!?

Duncan: S-s-saphira! I-its not what it looks like!

Saphira; Oh Wonderful! It Looks Like my "Future Husband" Who is Making Beast With two backs with another woman!! *notice the womans belly and gasp* A PREGNANT WOMAN!! Explain yourself mister!!

Duncan: Look I know what it looks like.. It's not my fault.. *pointed at the harlot* She planned this!

Another Woman: WHat! it was your idea to have a child with me!

Saphira: *Slammed the Door* SHUT THE HELL UP BOTH OF YOU!! *turns to Duncan* and you Duncan, I should've Known that you've been cheated on me with another woman but you Knocked her up!! Thats it!! Your parents was right about you!.. I want you to get your Stuff and get out of my life! *turns to another Woman* And you! You can Have him! I don't want to waste my Damn time Planning to Kick BOTH of your asses!

*Duncan enters with his stuff*

Saphira: As For you! Mister Horn Dogged bastard! I will Call your parents and tell them what You've done! and I will call off the wedding..and you can have that damn harlot and your bastard child!

Duncan: Saph please! not my parents! *fell on his knees* Anything but that.. My mum will be Furious at me.. please!

Saphira: Oh I will! And your mother will go Bat out of hell At you when you get home!

When she called and told His parents what he did to saphira for the past 2 years..and then..She kick Duncan and His Knocked up girl out from her home and her Life for good...2 weeks later, She was Strong enough to get over Duncan for good..and even got rid of his pictures too..But For The past Almost 3 Months..Everytime When she dates a Different Suitors just to move on.. Duncan always has his ways to Sabotage Saphira's love Life...and then One day..Thats How She's Decided that Enough Is enough, It was One Afternoon when She dates a Sweet guy but Severely Allergic to Seafood...But lets just say That duncan has his plan all worked out.. And then When the food arrives...Suddenly, Saphira saw her Dates face swelling up as he is gasping to breath.. Good thing that Saphira got the injections for him and she jabbed it by the neck as he is cured and swelling down.. and then.. her date got upset and left..while She sees Duncan laughing so hard like he did the Sickest Prank.. Then Saphira's Faces Turns red as she is Pretty LIVID at Him and then She gets up to storm at him..then "SLAP!!" She Smacked Duncan right on the face and she said...

Saphira: THATS IT DUNCAN! YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR! I've Had Enough! I am going to Do Something that I Should've Done a long time Ago!

Duncan: And..whats that?

Saphira: I am Going to Leave this town For good!! You've Ruined and Sabotaging my Dates For the Last time!! Goodbye Duncan!

Then Saphira Storm out of the restaurant and head back home, Packing her Stuff and all that into her Package..She use her Spells to Shrink her whole house stuff in one Luggage..and She got out from the Door and Left a Note and it says...

"Dear Duncan, If you read this that means I've had it from the tip of my head because of you destroying my love life...Now its time for me to leave town and Start fresh.. With out you in it.. I don't want Anything to Do with you! Don't call me,, Don't Find me.. and Most of all.. Don't ever Come near me again! I am Leaving Bromwich For good! thanks to you..and Ps.. I called your parents about this.. They gave me The Heritage of your money..and also I called your Whore wife of what you did.. so be prepared to get your Life miserable again because I Don't want you in my Life anymore.. Good bye Forever, Saphira"

When Saphira began to head to the bus station to the airport.. Saphira has Decide to Live in Peru..they called this nice Simple town called "Novis" It's a nice big Town just got neared a beautiful Rainforest..Saphira was So happy that she can Settled in to her Luxurious home right near that town..She lives near the Water fall lagoon..She unpacked and Settled in..She sits down and sees her Kitsune Fox Servant/friend/ nanny name Siren and she said

Saphira: Siren my dear Friend, We are in paradise.. No more Duncan...No more troubles.. This is a new life *pours two glass of wine and handed to siren* To Us and To The fresh Start of new life

Siren: Cheers *clash with saphira's glass and both drinks wine*

Saphira was so happy.. then the next day, Saphira began to Tour of this Nice lovely town..until She sees the science Convention place..where the Tour was take place..When the tour began.. the Scientist Behind the glass was Escorted the "Experiment" it was a Creature with a colorful (Your favorite color) Slime..its alive and it has a good Knowlege of a human.. But.. this creature Spotted Saphira..it finds her as a beautiful Fox Woman..Then they experiment of what this Slime creatured was Feed onto.. so they decided to try out the milk.. when they fed the creature milk.. it expands shortly.. so they try another milk..it was a breast milk which expanded so quickly..it began to break the cylinder Glass Prison as the Scientist was in the panic.. it escapes but It follows saphira right throught the pipes..it was shrunk after the escape about a Size of the Kitten..But as the Tour ends with many huge Cylinder canistor of Different type of milk.. Saphira was pretty amazed about it but suddenly.. She saw this (your favorite color) Slime creature Slither out of the pipes and began to drink the breast milk canister out from the faucets..and it began to expand and saphira said," umm Madame...Did you umm" pointed at the creature behind it.. when the scientist saw this creature..they begna to panic as the creature expands and saw saphira.. Saphira began to run like hell and head to her home.. but then it got out and began to chase her.. Now it has a Knowledge to Speak.. Then the Creature said...

#Open rp #Romance #winter #Drama #sci fi and fantasy

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halorocks1214 · 4 years

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ბარტერი (a Thunderbirds fic)

Chapter 2: უბედურება

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Word Count: 2368

Summary: And here they thought getting their father back was the least of their worries.

Chapter 1 | [YOU ARE HERE]

I BE ALIVE. BARELY. BUT I AM ALIVE. my motivation levels are still dead to hell and back, especially for my other Big Fics atm, but my brain decided to hardwire itself all of a sudden for this one and i was able to squirm something out. no promises for consistent uploads just yet because A.) aforementioned “dead inside” ness and B.) college is starting in two weeks and im Very Excite!!!! hope you enjoy this update regardless!

warnings for VERY UNCOMFORTABLENESS. unconsensual/creepy sexual comments and actions are made and boy were they hard to write (sorry Al). also violence violence violence, but hopefully angery older brother makes up for it

He hated it he hated it he hated it hated it he hated it--

Okay, Alan hated a lot of things about this moment right now, so he should probably be more specific. He hated those men, he hated leaving Gordon, he hated how his lungs were trying to heave themselves out of his chest with the way he was running, he hated how there were so many obstacles in his path that it was slowing him down, he hated how he was effectively alone--

Wait, no he wasn’t, the comms! He never turned them back on! No wonder John always told him not to panic, it made him do stupid stuff like that! Not breaking his stride, Alan pulled up his wrist and tried doing just that, but before he could even squeak, a hand came around to the front of his face, essentially muffling him and holding him in one spot.

Okay now this was just straight awful. Bringing his hands up to try and get the stranger’s singular one off his face, Alan bucked and kicked his legs around like a cornered horse, anything to break free from this terrible grip. Jesus, wasn’t this man the smaller one? And he was still able to pick Alan straight up off the ground?! Just what do these guys eat?

Gross and creepy chuckling filled Alan’s ear, somewhat freezing his attempts at escaping. He was still struggling and twitching, but for some reason, his dumb brain was trying to get him to hear whatever this man was going to say, “Ooh, you’re quite the squirmer, aren’t ya? I suppose that’s not a bad thing with those freckles and all. Quite a few clients dig the young thing. The baby fat’s a nice touch, too.” As if those words could be any worse, the man used his free hand to pinch Alan’s cheek right after he finished talking.

Alan keened. He knew his whining was high pitched to begin with, but the noises that came from his mouth were on some kind of level only dogs could hear. Tears started pouring out of his eyes like molten lava, meanwhile, his incessant kicking started up again. This time, it got somewhat literal and kicked up a few notches. Swivels started being involved, and amidst his panic, Alan found it in his brain to try and aim his feet. Any hit landing would be stellar.

But as the Tracy Family Luck would have it, nothing seemed to be working. It didn’t help that the man’s creepy chuckles just seemed to get louder as more time went on. For a split second, Alan felt the man move about an inch as if he were about to drag Alan away to whatever torturous situation he had dreamed up for the blonde. Alan wasn’t aware hope could die in the blink of an eye like that.

But then they both stopped simultaneously.

The rather loud snapping of a tree branch from a few feet away made both men swivel their heads in the direction of the noise. Alan was shocked by how much he could turn with how his neck was essentially trapped.

Alan felt both relief and anxiety wash over him because that was Virgil coming through the bushes to see what exactly his youngest brother had been getting up to. But that’s also where the anxiety was coming from as well. There were very few ways this was ending, and even less of those endings didn’t involve blood.

“Alright, the two of you have been completely dead on the comms for the past 10 minutes and I don’t know which older person in our family I want to deal with less at the moment. You better have a good expla--”

Virgil looked up from watching his steps to see that it very much wasn’t Gordon with their baby brother. It was a random man, which his in-the-middle-of-a-job brain was going to write off as a person Alan saved while Gordon went off to save others, but then he blinked once. Then twice. Then he had to fight the urge to rub his eyes with fists like a scene from a cartoon because he had to let go and realize that yup, what he was seeing was real.

And he fucking despised it.

Because this random, strange man was holding Alan as if his kid bro were random cargo and not a person. His big, sweaty hand wrapped around Alan’s mouth wouldn’t be as incriminating (and it already was a thousand times) if Alan didn’t have giant, blatant tear tracks running down over them. Meaning the hand was there before Alan started crying. Meaning this man was the cause of his brother’s distress.

Virgil’s pupils shrunk (man, that’s a reoccurring theme tonight), and while Alan was scared before, right now, he was terrified.

The floodgates were opened, and Alan was hoping that the damage the metaphorical water created wouldn’t be anything close to the mess the literal tsunami they were cleaning up caused.

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Virgil was the least violent person in their family.

That’s not to say his thoughts weren’t. Believe him, if you pissed him off the right way he could come up with some pretty beautiful imagery as a form of therapy, but what made him different is that he channeled that anger into something productive and helpful. He didn’t quietly carry out revenge plots like John or threw punches like Scott.

But right now, any kind of breathing exercise was out the door the minute his brain registered the scene. The way the man was gleaming at his brother like he was freshly cut meat was sickening and Virgil was literally willing to resort to a bloody killing to make it stop. What filled him wasn’t anger, nor was it fiery rage.

No, it was red hot, animalistic fury and God help the person who was able to make Virgil come even close to that.

It must have somehow displayed itself. Maybe it was the way Virgil’s eyes zoned in on the man, maybe it was his fists clenching so hard his fingers might break, maybe it was the way his breathing became ragged and dangerous, maybe it was Virgil’s sheer size alone; whatever it was, it made the man’s giddy look drop off his face at the speed of light into pure, unbridled terror.

Good, now he saw how Alan was feeling.

As soon as Virgil saw the man release his hold on Alan to try and run, the middle Tracy moved.

The man wanted to leave very suddenly, huge money-load or not. Sure, it would be a big loss to let go of such a highly well-known person (one that was so young too), but if it meant he wouldn’t be folded in a way that was akin to an origami project, then the man was willing to drop everything and run. He let go of the target, turned around and took about 2 and a half steps before--

The man yelped as he felt himself be grabbed and aggressively shoved into a tree, head bouncing off of it because of momentum. With a groan, he opened his eyes and cried out in fear. Right in front of him was that other IR member. The giant one with muscles as big as steel and probably has the ability to bench press a small herd of bison. He couldn’t help the trembles that were overtaking him, and he was hoping he would at least be alive long enough to go change into a new pair of pants.

“What,” the IR member growled out, “the hell, do you think you’re doing?”

His sputters were weak and laughable, but maybe they would convince the IR member to take pity, “W-W-What? C’ mon, man, I know it looks bad, and yeah, m-maybe you’re coworkers, but, like, als-so relent a little b-bit. He’s cute, n-no?”

A millisecond of silence. Suddenly, Virgil pushed his arms into the man even more, dangerously close to ‘be careful, he might not be able to breathe’ territory, “You’re sick.”

The man, in all of his panicked glory, felt the blood rush to his head and greatly affect his mouth. He was never good at tact, “H-Hey! Don’t kn-knock it till you t-try it.”

Before Virgil could even start to think, his fist moved and collided directly in the man’s face and nose. He's sparred with Kayo. He knew how to hurt. With a step backward, he watched with satisfaction as the man, who was now out cold, slid uncomfortably down the tree. The sight put a grin on Virgil’s face. It was the least he deserved: a crick in his neck.

Now then, this man clearly couldn’t be left to just wake up and go home. He was a menace, and Virgil would hate himself for leaving such a dangerous thing on the streets. The only problem the Tracy couldn’t figure out was that he wasn’t sure where he would put him on ‘Two. It wasn’t anywhere near his brothers, that’s for sure. As Virgil pulled out some spare rope he managed to just have on him (thank God for small coincidences), his mind gleefully became playful. Yes, the roof of his girl would be a fitting seat for his kind. Right as he finished tying one of the strongest knots he knew, he heard a small, quiet, and scared voice speak up from a few feet away.

“Is he, uh, going to wake up soon?”

Oh fuck. Well, any anger or rage left his body like a gust of wind.

Letting the man’s tied up hands fall from his grasp, Virgil snapped his head up to look directly at Alan as if his younger brother caught Virgil with his hand in the cookie jar. ‘Deer in the headlights’ was a good way of describing Virgil, actually. His eyes were wide and his pupils were small once more, but that was because he was suddenly panicking over what exactly all of this entailed.

Because Alan was as far away as he could be from the man but close enough to be able to see Virgil and what the brother was doing to said stranger. Alan was desperately trying to seem like he was holding it together, but the way he held his arms around himself, and the thin sheen of sweat covering his face, Virgil thought he wasn’t succeeding as much as he wanted. A little bit of color had returned, at least, it looked like that, compared to how Alan was when he was being held by his captor. Not to mention the now-drying tear tracks...

Was that Virgil’s breath that was extremely heavy and labored? You know, maybe he should stop doing that. Taking a deep breath, Virgil stood up one knee at a time and carefully walked over to his younger brother. It broke his heart to see how Alan tensed up, so Virgil slowed his strides and re-thought out his plan for when he got close enough to touch his younger brother.

About a foot away from Alan, Virgil held his hands up like he was coaching a frightened animal, staring into those gigantic baby blue eyes as if this were ten years ago and Virgil was comforting a brother that just had a nightmare, not a brother that was nearly… God, he doesn’t even want to think that thought to himself, “Hey. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Keep it specific, give the shock victim something to focus on. Alan took a moment to register Virgil’s words before taking a deep breath and relaxing ever so slightly, “N-No, he just… startled me. I’ve never…” Alan closed his eyes and shuddered, the awful memory from just minutes ago washing over him like toxic waste.

Virgil’s hesitation was next to none as he stepped forward and practically engulfed his brother in his large frame. If not for Alan, at least for himself, because his own shock was just about kicking in, adrenaline wearing off at the speed of ‘One. Jesus, that was close. Jesus, that was close. If Virgil hadn’t shown up at that moment, just a few seconds later…

After a moment of flinching (that Virgil didn’t notice, thank God), Alan eventually melted into his Virgil’s embrace wholeheartedly. Part of him was still tense, his body still not completely sure that the danger was gone, but boy did that not matter while his older brother was here. Heh, older brothers, Scott was going to freak about this, John probably wouldn’t be much better…

Oh, oh shit-

Virgil couldn’t stop the eyebrow raise, followed by his utter surprise when Alan suddenly shot out of his arms and started waving his own almost like a drowning man would. Virgil was very concerned over why Alan was getting worked up again, but before he could even say ‘what’ in ‘what’s wrong’, Alan practically read his mind.

“Gordon! Virge, oh my God, they have Gor-”

There wasn’t much explanation needed after that.

Except there was a little bit, mainly for Virgil’s sake. Alan’s panic was overtaking a lot of his common sense, and the last thing Virgil was going to let happen was Alan getting near any of these people, not even with 10 feet between them. So with Alan’s promise that he won’t leave Virgil’s side at all, no more than a foot at most, they both hoofed it back to where Alan last saw Gordon.

Virgil was about to put a leash on the kid with how much he was jumping out of his skin, but eventually, they were there, and Virgil regrets his whole just because you left Gordon doesn’t mean he was taken speech he gave to consol Alan, because the spot he led them to had nothing but a semi-ripped up, familiar yellow sash on the ground.

Alan’s grip on Virgil’s arm was better than a tourniquet they’ve ever used. At least Virgil won’t have to worry about him running off anymore.

Lifting his wrist so he could contact everyone else, Virgil could feel the blood drain from his face just like Alan’s.

“International Rescue, we… shit, John, we’ve gotta big problem.”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #virgil tracy #my post #my fic

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hero-deku · 4 years

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Did a dumpy lil doodle. I recently rewatched Brynhildr in the Darkness because jesus christ the opening is such a bop. But I had a little idea of a more formal villain AU Deku than just ‘Deku but evil.’

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Essentially the idea was just that Midoriya was kidnapped when he was young, shortly after he found out he was quirkless. One day Bakugou and him were playing together and then the next day there were flashing lights and sirens across the street, and his mom told him that Izuku was missing.

Immediately Katsuki felt regret. In his mind, he instantly thought that it was his fault that Izuku ran away. It was because he was mean to Izuku, right? So he ran away. That was a burden Bakugou carried on his shoulders for years to come. The pressure put on him from adults and peers about his quirk didn’t help. Over time, he thought less and less about Izuku and only really thought about him whenever he was All Might on the news.

It was when Bakugou was enrolled in UA that things started to get turned upside down. All Might’s secret was still safe. He hadn’t yet been able to decide a successor to take on One for All yet. There was a sudden spree of petty crimes at the hands of the League of Villains. They made it aware that they were planning something.

The attack on USJ was a complete surprise to the heroes. As villains started pouring out from a murky black portal to wreak havoc, all the students took action. Bakugou locked onto a hooded figure who appeared to be loitering. The boy blasted his way towards the person, yelling out taunts and curses. However, time froze as wide, familiar green eyes locked with his own.

With his attention slightly shifted in that split second, the hooded figure grabbed a hold of Katsuki’s arm, effortlessly throwing him off balance and threw him to the ground, pinning him down.

Bakugou snarled as the hooded figure towered above him, mocking him. His palms started to crackle dangerously as he reached up and grabbed the figure’s face. The other didn’t even flinch. Instead, around his hand, he felt cold tears drip onto his face.

“Please help me, Kacchan.”

It took a moment to process. In that time, classmates called out Bakugou’s name, and a few were already making their way towards him to help. He grit his teeth before screaming, “I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP!” before using his other hand to propel himself upwards with an explosion while still using the other to grip the figure’s face. With a roar, he started forming multiple explosions with his one land behind him, effectively pushing both himself and the figure away from the group. He didn’t stop until he was in a secluded area with neither hero nor villain around. He wasted no time pinning the villain to a wall while he ripped the hood backwards to reveal a head of curly bark green hair on top of a freckled face.

“De...ku?” The blonde didn’t get long to revel in the fact that his childhood friend that went missing all those years ago was standing in front of him, *with villains.*

“Kacchan, please, I need help—“ a hand slammed around the other boy’s throat.

“What the HELL are you doing with villains?! Where the fuck have you been? Do you know how worried sick your mom has been?!”

A hand wrapped itself around Katsuki’s wrist while Deku’s other arm came up from below and made contact with the other’s elbow hard enough to cause the fingers around his neck to slacken enough for him to twist out of the hold. The greenette’s own hands flew up to the back of his neck frantically before he signed on relief.

“Kacchan, please, listen to me. I really don’t have much time. I’m... I’m not with them on my own accord! I don’t... I don’t want to be with them! I don’t have a choice. Please. Believe me. There’s a lot going on underground. Heroes are in danger. YOU’RE in danger. Please, carry a message to the heroes. All Might. Anyone!” he pleaded.

Bakugou stood his ground. “And why should I believe you?”

Midoriya’s eyes flashed between disbelief, anger, and sadness in an instant. He looked... tired.

With a sigh, the boy turned around and lowered his hood below his neck a bit while lifting the hairs that rested on the back of his neck for the other teen to see.

A silver port looking device was implanted on the back of his neck, right along his spine. The skin around it was red and irritated, clearly angry with something that should not be there. It was something Katsuki never remembered Izuku having before.

“... Okay. Fine. Put that thing away. It’s freaky. What do you want me to tell them?”

“All for One is coming back. And he’s hoping to take All Might down with him.” Midoriya fiddled with his hood, throwing it back over his head.

Even though he didn’t know who or what All for One was, it sent a shiver down Katsuki’s spine.

“Fine. I’ll tell them. I dunno how much they’ll believe me though with no other evidence other than ‘a mystery villain who was a childhood friend fucking told me.”

That was enough for Deku to smile. “Even a heads up is fine.” The boy turned to head back to the villains when he stopped in his tracks and scratched the back of his head. Turning back around, the green haired boy started to profusely bow while apologizing to Bakugou.

“I’m so sorry, Kacchan. I don’t want to do this, but they’ll be suspicious if I don’t.”

That was all the warning Bakugou got before his eyes suddenly exploded with stars and his ears started ringing. He staggered back, barely managing to stay standing.

A fist came in direct contact with his nose, sudden pain causing his eyes to water. Deku took a step back, Katsuki’s fresh blood on his knuckles. He grimaced before wiping it on various parts of his shirt and pants before turning to Bakugou one last time, muttering apologies like there was no tomorrow. Then he turned and bounded off, sprinting away at a speed a normal human wouldn’t have.

Before he could yell anything back, bushes around Bakugou started to rattle and soon his classmates and teacher surrounded him, worried as he clutched his gushing nose.

Later on, Bakugou was scarily quiet. His classmates noticed the angery aura coming off of him, whether it be because of the thick bandage and padding on his broken nose or because of the sudden attack. They decided not to press him, as none of them wanted to get yelled at.

Before heading home, Bakugou found his teacher Aizawa after basically a one manned man hunt.

The look in his student’s eye told Aizawa he wasn’t going to be getting any sleep that night.

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I wasn’t planning on writing this all out LMAO. It just sorta happened. Maybe I’ll branch out some more if there’s interest.

#My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia #MHA #BnHA #AU

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Anthony “Tony” Stark, age 21, reads eulogy at his parents funeral on Dec. 22, 1991

or, in other words, the fanfiction I write at 00:14 because the idea of Tony being and angery smol at his parents funeral wouldn’t leave my head as I was trying to sleep. Pre-Series, duh. FYI: I didn’t edit, just wrote and posted, so please ignore the switching of tenses. I’m exhausted and too impatient to edit. Thank.

“Okay, so…”

The boy at the stand swallowed nervously. He never got nervous, never. Teachers loved and hated that about him, peers admired that about him, and his best friend, Rhodey, rolled his eyes at that fact about him. Here and now, standing before the gathering of people his parents’ lives had touched, Tony felt too small for the pulpit, too weak for words on the page before him, and too emotionally-charged to think clearly. In the front row, right where Tony could see, sat the only two people who mattered to him. There was Rhodey, his best friend and brother, and Obadiah, the figure more fatherly than his own father.

“I’m gonna use a, uh, script this time,” he said, lifting the page off the pulpit enough for the audience to see. “I don’t– can’t really remember…” He shook his head. “You know what? I’m just going to start. Yeah, I’m gonna start.”

He took in a deep breath.

“It’s funny that, um, the last time you see someone, you usually don’t think it’s going to be like that. I mean, I was just on the couch after some big flight in when Dad walks in and suddenly announces he’s going someplace, and he’s taking Mom, too? I mean, not surprising. It always happens. Since ever, I could hardly get a, uh, a moment alone, you know… with him…”

Tony sighs. The air leaves his mouth through his top and bottom front teeth. His tightly-wound jar turn the sound into a crisp but soft blast, like two pieces of cardboard sliding suddenly across each other. “You know what…?” he mumbles, but it is loud enough that the front three rows can hear him. He surveys the audience before looking down at the page in front of him. None of the words felt right. Absolutely none. He sneers at the paragraphs, then lifts his head up to regard each and every face bearing into him. He normally loved the spotlight. Today, he hated it. As usual, he buried that deep-set hatred and proceeded in a manner he always strove to be” completely aloof.

"Sometimes, I feel like I hardly even knew my Dad, for starters. Everyone else probably knew him way better, what with all the newsreels and shit. Surely, a father should have some time to spend with his son?” He left the question hanging, but the way he pronounced every goddamned syllable made the answer crystal clear: not MY dad. “Mom could always bring him down for a bit. Almost always. Half the time. Well. Whatever.”

Tony shrugged. He hoped everyone was drinking in his heartless act. He was NOT sad. He was NOT sad! He refused to feel even the edge of sorrow with the tip of his toe.

“I guess if she had to go, he better, too, because god or whatever forbid I have to stand him alone.”

His words were even MORE clipped than before, his voice hard as iron, his jaw as rigid as stone. He never realised just how much anger boiled inside him. It churned like a hurricane trapped and straining to be free. Dark grey storm clouds. Lightning flashing. Winds hurtling around a central point at hundreds of miles per hour. The faces in front of him blinked; some gasped and others glared. Rhodes was giving him a both pained and fierce, shut up now! look. Obie merely shook his head at nothing in particular, but Tony knew. Brown eyes flicked down at the page and jumped in their sockets to find the page crumpled in a tight fist, knuckles already turning from red to white. He couldn’t even see the residual red marks from yesterday’s fit of repeatedly striking the wall.

He totally clenched his fingers around the page and dragged it off the podium. His teeth ground together.

“I’m not–“ –he gulped down a sob, but his sentence derailed before he could get a handle on such an emotional outburst. “To my dead parents, everyone,” he spat.

Nothing and no one stopped him as he stomped down from the stand, down the aisle, and kicked open the door at the very end. The heavy slab of mahogany slammed into the exterior wall with an ear-shattering bang, but Tony remained the only one who didn’t jump in shock or fear (or both) at the sound.

“Thanks for nothing,” he muttered darkly, hoping the words might catch in the wind and blow to wherever dead souls gathered. He wanted his father to know, without a doubt, how much it sucked to be here without a decent memory to hold onto. Everything sucked.

Life sucked.

So, he hid himself behind a particularly large trunk of a tree and let loose the tears he promised he would never show anyone, not even the audience inside.

Especially not them.

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