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anti-morty · 9 months

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Character info, starting off

Personality

Extremely secretive and cold. She's defiant and vulgar. She spends her time exploring the multiverse, discovering and inventing.

Abilities

Due to modifications from her Rick, she was given powerful abilities.

Her main ability: the ability to drain and transfer power and intelligence through a butterfly that shares identical wings to her own, she named it lulu.

She can only absorb 6 powers however, it also takes a huge amount of energy from her as it absorbs into her very essence, she needs to take a 3 hour nap to recover after one power absorption session. But she found a way around this by creating a clone and putting powers she absorbs through the clone for extra "space" and can transfer powers whenever she needs to

Her current powers she's absorbed is:

Time stop

She needs to bring out Lulu in order to stop time, its limited to 30 minutes and can only stack up to 5 times (150 minutes in total)

Superspeed

Regeneration

Teleportation

The ability to alter atoms

She uses this ability to "crush" things like guns and other weapons to ash to make it look like it's some sort of super strength when in reality it's just turning them into other element

hallucination manipulation.

Plays around with this by making her enemies see the most horrific, scary things known to mankind, Eg a scary, bloody smiling centipede dog. It catches people off guard and makes them scared for their life majority of the time.

Weapon

A scythe that can deflect bullets and lasers off it's blade, shoots out piercing scythe projectiles that move at a rapid speed and has the ability to absorb souls, turning them into soul orbs.

Gadgets

Wrist watch

A wrist watch that can scan dimensions and planets for it's threat levels and alerts it's user when a threat is nearby, it can also scan individuals, allowing her to see what dimension they came from, who they are, what abilities they currently have and their memories.

Portal gun

Her portal gun is a black gun, the edging glows, containing a blueish purple liquid inside it. The liquid is a special portal fluid/slime she invented that regenerates itself from consumption, essentially making it infinite. Her portal gun also has a touch screen on it where she can draw a shape on it, it will save into the portal guns database as an option for the design of her portal as the gun has a few settings that can alter the size, shape and color of a portal. The minimum size being the size of her hand whereas the maximum is the size of the largest known black hole, ton 618. The portal gun also saves in the universe history to add it to it's randomizer feature, where she can randomly portal around instead of going to a direct location.

Loot portal

She keeps a loot portal hidden under her clothes in order to carry her weapons and gadgets, to seemingly "pull them out of nowhere", which somewhat catches people off guard.

Backstory

Her Rick, butterfly Rick, is a nutorious Rick known for experimenting and creating dangerous creatures and turning mortys into like... strong minions to serve. He never exactly cared for love and marriage but met Diane and had a one night stand with her. Years later he found out about the erasure of every Diane ever and decided to look into it and found that his universes Diane actually kept Beth and Beth had her own family with summer and morticia and he decided to kill them but kept morticia alive because he thought she has similarities to him. so after he killed morticias family, he kidnapped her and preformed inhuman, unethical experiments on her to create the perfect superweapon ever and he obviously had precautions in case of a betrayal, he made himself immune to morticias powers as a whole in case of her trying to use them on him. But morticia went on a whole solo mission to learn about the morty manipulation control chips ricks use on mortys and stole one then modified it to work on ricks then found the right time to attack butterfly Rick and control him and it worked. She controlled him for a good amount of time and when she was done with him she ORDERED HIM to commit suicide because she KNEW she couldn't hurt him herself in ANYWAY shape or form.

Butterfly Rick

Personality

A Rick who is known for experimenting on mortys and turning them into "better versions of themselves" (his nice way to fool the public. He turns them into freaks of nature.) He publicly puts on an act of a nice person to deceive people from knowing his true nature. His greatest project is Morticia, his own morty. He craves power and is sociopathic. He will do ANYTHING to get what he wants. He's incredibly apathetic, He's cruel, manipulative, He is very crafty and implemented the darkest themes into his work and experiments because he's an edgelord. He made himself immune to any damage done from his own experiments suppose they were to turn on him.

Butterfly people

Butterfly people, almost similar to a fairy, were very close to nature. They wore torn/tattered clothes as they believed that it implies they were close to nature. Their houses were also usually full of vines and plants. However their eating habits consist of a diet of flowers and nectar, like a butterfly. They can eat human food however it's preferred to eat flowers and pollen.

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scrumpledorph-writes · 3 months

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Koben's First Date (She's 35)

Arrived at the agreed upon meeting point at 18:55 hours: five minutes to perform a reconnaissance before the date begins. Three suns casting a long set of shadows and a dangerous ambient temperature for anything not covered by them. Single story bar, wrought out of sun baked clay, outer walls a solid imperial meter thick. Would diffuse a whole platoon of blaster rifle fire.

Still a dingy rathole at the edge of town, but it’s what my date picked out. I’ve only been staying here two weeks so it’s not like I know anywhere nicer. I’ve done breach and clears on scummier places, so just coming here to relax should be easy!

Wearing my best suit of armor, picked out my most flattering helmet, and polished the outfit well enough to blind anyone who points a glowrod at me. I look good, I feel good: I can do this. Just walk through that front door and-

There’s half a dozen blaster pistols pointed at me. ‘What the hell’s a trooper doing here?!’ one of them’s asking. I figured the purple stripes and the mismatched helmet would be a flagrant enough violation of Imperial Dress Armor Maintenance Protocol to get the point across that I’m no longer officially Empire affiliated, but some people just don’t read their manuals I suppose.

My hands are by my side, I’m playing it cool. Don’t kill six people before sitting down, that’s coming on too strong.

‘Oh, uhh, don’t mind me! Just here on a date, was gonna sit down in that empty booth and-’

A blaster pistol pokes me in the side as I walk by. Killing one or two of these guys will probably get the point across, that’s a justifiable use of force in a naval court. I take a survey of the room: angles, positions, battery grades. Their guns are barely stronger than stunners, I could take at least three solid hits before the heat sinks start to fail – it’d ruin the polish though.

Okay just break this guy’s arm and use him as a shield to get the point across. Here. We.

‘Hey Buckethead, you got credits?’ The bartender! He seems amenable; this place is a hole in the wall so losing these scumbags would probably put him out of business. Turn to look at him, nod slowly, reach for my credit pouch even more so.

‘Good. You thirsty?’ Nod again. I scheduled this date to align precisely with my dietary schedule, so I plan to have one and a half glasses of water and a nutritionally complete meal. Ample spending for a single patron.

‘Then whoever shoots you pays your tab.’ The blasters recede back into cloaks and shoddy holsters. Sit down at the booth without further incident, good progress so far. Don’t remember any of my old squad-mates mentioning shootouts in their date stories. Face the door so I can keep an eye out for her.

She’s a few minutes late. Within acceptable standard deviation, not worth a reprimand. Even if it was I’d let it slide, because standing in the front doorway she’s just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Coral pink skin draped over legs built like tree trunks – waging a war of attrition against a pair of work pants eligible for veteran’s benefits, and winning it by the look of the tears. Cushion around the midsection: serving double duty as protection and a calorie reserve for long bouts of physical labour. Arms poking out of a sleeveless, tastefully sun bleached off white work shirt that look like they could heft up a laser cannon. Years of desert dust had taken up the venerable work of sculpting her a strong, hardy jawline that could come out the other end of a brawl with no more than a bruise. All this topped off with a half dozen shoulder length Nautolan head tentacles.

I didn’t even know women could look like that – they definitely can’t while adhering to Imperial Diet and Dress Guidelines – but I’m glad she does. Her deep black eyes are on me. I’m glad to be wearing a helmet, just now noticing my jaw dropped while I was looking her up and down.

They’re off me again. She’s looking around the bar. Oh shit, right, I’m in full armor. Wave her down. She’s pointing at herself incredulously. Nod, but don’t nod so hard I look desperate. Alright that worked. I never got sent on information gathering missions, so I don’t have any training for how to seduce a woman, but all the guys used to say just be yourself and act natural.

‘H-hi’ Terrible. Cracked, warbling voice, trembling like a schoolchild. Clear your throat, pretend this is a debrief with a particularly informal officer, and try again.

‘Hey! Brayli, right?’ ‘Yeah, you’re Koben?’ That husky drawl is just about making my knees buckle, really glad I decided to meet her sitting down. Her voice is bouncing around in my helmet like a concussion grenade bounces shockwaves around a cockpit.

‘Do you mind if I take this thing off?’ Point at the helmet to make sure she doesn’t think you’re some kind of exhibitionist freak. She’s nodding, good. Don’t put it on the table that’s weird and intimidating. The seat next to you is good, that’s normal, put it there.

She’s smirking now, oh no why’s she doing that, she’s making fun of me, now that there’s nothing keeping her from reading my face it’s written on me like a bounty poster how nervous I am.

‘Not sure why you bother wearing that, cute thing like you.’ Oh, I understand now, she’s forward. Really forward. Can’t keep the nervous laughter inside, but she seems to be liking it. Adrenal responses involve an up front surge and level off with time, take the conversation somewhere less stimulating and circle back around for another pass later.

‘I kept it this way by wearing the thing – an old squad-mate of mine took his off and took a blaster shot, looked like someone had smashed a tomato with a hammer.’ Why. Why did you say that. That’s weird, nobody knows what a smashed tomato looks like and nobody wants to know that it looks a lot like a blown open face.

Wait no never mind she’s laughing I’m doing great – mental note maybe this woman is dangerous – laugh too so you don’t look like a commando droid with synthskin draped over it. We’re having idle conversation, it’s progressing naturally. Keep talking.

‘That outfit looks practical, what do you need it for?’ She’s looking down at it, now back to me. ‘Speeder mechanic. I would’ve wore some nicer clothes, but I don’t own any.’ Another little laugh. She laughs a lot, it’s really pretty. I’d ask her to spend the rest of the night just laughing at nothing but that’s weird so I won’t. I’m already laughing too, I didn’t even need to remember.

‘Yeah I know what you mean. My closet’s this and a subcycle’s worth of identical underarmor.’ Too far, you were doing great but you were riding a thin line and now she knows you live like a soldier who has nothing else to offer – no wait another laugh she’s fine you’re fine it’s fine everything’s fine.

‘Well, it’s a very nice suit of armor. Maybe you can let me take a closer look some time.’ I’m pretty sure that was flirty, don’t be standoffish and professional about this. ‘You can take a look now!’ I’ll show her my gauntlet: it’s the smallest piece which makes people think it’s the least important but actually an incredible degree of engineering goes into all the microservos: nobody ever thinks unpowered armor needs microservos because you can move it just with your hands, but actually they’re there to subtly compensate for recoil. Normal Stormtrooper armor doesn’t have it, and in test environments where Purge and Storm troopers swapped armor it was found to reduce deviation by up to five degrees and increase hit probability by as much as fifteen percent. Why am I bothering to remember this; she’s a civilian speeder mechanic she doesn’t care about any of this.

She’s running her fingers along my hand. I know I’m not feeling her body heat because the suit is weather proofed, but it feels like she’s leaving lingering embers trailing along my skin. But not searing it like how the inquisition sears flesh with their lightsabers to torture dissidents, it’s more like the gentle warmth of a blaster barrel after a just slightly too long burst. It’s nice.

Her mouth furrows into a frown for the first time of the night. Why, what’s wrong, what’d I do, can she tell everything that these gauntlets have ever done? Is she a secret jedi? Does she feel them around her windpipe crushing the life out of her and her son is beating on the leg of my armor for me to stop but he’s so weak and I’m so much stronger and then there’s a crack and she falls limp and I walk away, leaving a scar that won’t ever heal in her son’s heart until he joins a resistance cell and I end up shooting him stone dead in the street?

‘It looks like this microservo’s a little out of tune.’

Oh. Well that’s fine. ‘Maybe you could tune it up for me some time?’ I didn’t even think that one through, but she’s smiling about it, so I guess we have something in common. She’s letting my hand rest on top of hers after giving it a complete once over. I know I should probably pull it back, but this is nice. Just a few more seconds. One. Two. Three. No more, it’s time to move on to something else.

‘So, what’re you doing for work now that the Empire finally let you go?’ Don’t correct her by saying I deserted. There’s a lot of things not to have said tonight, and I’m already safely past most of them, but don’t say that one specifically the most. Followup thing not to say: don’t tell her I’m a bounty killer. Definitely don’t mention that I’m specifically a bounty killer and not a bounty hunter because there’s an active bounty out on me and the only work I could get was the illegal version. Don’t lie to her, because that’s almost as bad as all those other things, but stretch the truth until it ends up somewhere respectable.

‘Freelance security work. Protecting transports and merchant caravans.’ Not a lie! Sometimes I end up guarding a dummy caravan as bait until the target shows up. She looks impressed. I’m out of things I can reasonably say, how do I follow this up. Drinks!

Yeah, get drinks, showcase my poison honed constitution, that’ll be really impressive! My inquisitor used to microdose me on common toxins to build up a resistance to ambushes and subterfuge. Whatever watered down swill a place like this can offer will be easy!

Speaking of, it’s been a long day. This place serve anything strong?’ Another little chuckle. I’m starting to savor every one of them. ‘Hey Glixnee, get us a couple snakebites.’ Oh, the mess hall used to serve those. Not really what I’d call strong, but out here I guess something recognizable is as good as I can hope for. The bartender is making the drinks and he’s bringing us the drinks and the drinks are here and this is the single most revolting substance that has ever entered my digestive system.

Poisons are usually engineered to be subtle, but this is just making no secret of how awful it is. She’s sipping at it with no trouble like it’s a glass of water. I think if I try that I’ll throw up. All of it, right now. It feels like molten slag going down, but it’s gone. Now I can dilute it over the night. She’s laughing again.

‘Wow, hope you’ve got a synth liver.’ My body feels like it’s unspooling, but my limbs still move so I guess I’m fine. ‘Whaddyu meen?’ That didn’t come out right. Try again, still wrong. She’s laughing the hardest she has all night. I’d chug a gallon of this expired swill if it kept making her laugh harder.

‘You know you just downed a glass of snake venom, right? You’re supposed to sip on it over the night, let it attack you in small waves and fight it off for a light buzz. It takes three hours to drink one dose safely without an enhanced toxin filter.’ I’m sliding down the bench. The lights just got a lot brighter and her voice is so loud now, she’s talking so slowly too. My mouth tastes like I licked the ashes out of the barrel of my blaster rifle, but other than that I feel gooooood. ‘Ooooh. Yaaaay.’

I’m having a great time halfway to the floor, giggling and drooling and now I can’t move my face any more so I guess I’m gonna rest in a pool of it for a little bit. She’s saying something to the bartender but my ears are ringing like one of the guys pranked me with a flashbang so I don’t really know what it is they’re saying. Oh now she’s picking me up, she’s giving me a hug, hooray! Oh she’s holding my mouth open, are we having a kiss now?

The bartender’s coming over, when’d he join our date? Get him out of here, I wanna flail my arms at him to get him out of here but they don’t wanna move for me, little treacherous bastards. He’s pouring something down my throat and it tastes even worse than the venom somehow and he’s carrying me away. Goodbye everybody at the bar! I want to wave but my arms are still mutinying so a little happy wheeze will do.

I’m kicking my legs and having fun with the ride and now I’m in a bathroom stall. I don’t really need to use the bathroom and now my tummy’s turning itself inside out and I’m purging the toxins from my system, coughing and retching as it burns even worse on the way up than it did on the way down.

The world’s coming back into focus and I’m mostly over whatever the hell that was but still reeling from the exertion, only dimly aware he’s talking to me. I’m looking up at him, and he’s laughing, but obviously at me and not with me like Brayli does. ‘Gotta admit I don’t see folks try that one too often. Wanted to look tough for your date?’

I’m being reprimanded, a role I’m a lot more familiar with. He’s talking again now that I’ve managed an embarrassed nod. ‘Well you put on a great show. I’ll go tell ‘em to settle down before you come back out, but hell: I’m not even gonna charge you for this.’ His apron has a lot more pockets than I expected, and that ever so slightly glowing blue vial is singing a siren’s song of relief to me right now.

‘I got most of it out, but not enough for it not to kill me, and this is the antidote?’ ‘Good guess. This a hobby of yours or something?’ It’s the least objectionable thing I’ve had to drink tonight, even factoring in the lumps. Splash some cold water on my face, swish my mouth out from the tap, and I’m feeling close enough to fine to go back out. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.

There’s a couple sets of eyes on me right now, but the only ones I care about are hers. They’re locked onto me and I’m not even forcing the little smile I can feel forming. ‘Hey. Guess a snakebite’s a little different around here than an Imperial canteen.’ We’re laughing it off together. It’s been a very nice change of pace to be laughed with instead of at.

‘Holy shit she’s got flesh and blood after all! Here I was thinking you’d found the last commando droid abandoned on the assembly line and dressed it up in a layer of synthskin so you could pretend anyone liked you!’

I could kill him, easily. He’s obviously drunk, so his reflexes are shot, and he’s a gangly little son of a bitch anyway. One of those chitinous species’ that don’t give in gradually to force, I’d get a nice satisfying crunch all at once. Put the helmet on so he can’t even hope for a glass to the face to save him, snuff the life out of his stupid compound eyes, reveal that I’m nothing more than a cold blooded killer, scar her for life. Forget it.

She’s giving me another smile, but this one’s forced. I had to study the way faces contort once during counterspy training and this one’s fake. Without another word she’s up, and then he’s down. One good right hook to the side of the head and – holy hell it bounced off the counter! Normally when you knock someone out cold they just slump over like a sack of meat and go through oxygen deprivation and die, but he might not even get the chance. By the Emperor I think I just swallowed my tongue. No, still feel it. Definitely made me jump in my seat a little, which even a proton torpedo across the view screen doesn’t make me do any more. I was infatuated before, but now I’m in love.

I’m still staring as she sits down, but now I’m worried that she’s mistaking how attracted I am for concern, or worse: judgment. Clear my throat, blink, put my face back on right. ‘Relax, his bug juice coagulates quickly. He’ll be fine.’ I’ll take her word for it. Not quite sure if I’m disappointed, but the swirling torrent of toxin hangover and flustered lust are definitely calling for some fresh air.

‘Hey, if it’s alright, do you maybe want to get out of here?’ ‘Please.’ We’re up, the helmet’s back on, my credit purse is a little heavier – my last job could only pay me in thousands so the barkeep had to break change – and we’re outside. I never thought I’d want to fill my lungs with this dry, dusty air but my head’s already starting to empty out.

‘Well, I should call a speeder. I had a great time though, if you wanted to swap comm frequencies I’d love to keep in touch.’ Unreserved, unabashed, not desperate, not apologetic, no promises to do better. I didn’t even know talking to someone could be like this. She’s giggling. It’s fine, she giggles a lot. I’m not in trouble.

‘I can give you a lift.’ She’s pointing at a land speeder. At least, the rough silhouette of a land speeder. More like a cobbled together pile of parts that failed routine inspection. Any requisition officer would scrap it, maybe even have it melted down and recast to be on the safe side, but if she’s a mechanic then I’m sure it runs. Can’t exactly say it looks out of place around here.

We’re in the speeder together. It’s cramped. Her thighs are laying siege to the unyielding plate of my suit. There’s no room for me to put it if I were to take it off. This suit’s the one thing that’s never failed or betrayed me over the years, but I’m half tempted to dump it out the side just so it could be my skin she’s pressed up against. I’ll settle for putting my helmet on the floor.

My place is a long way out of town. Little whitewashed clay hut in the middle of nowhere, an inconspicuous blip not worth paying any attention to. Suits my needs perfectly, but it’s a long trip. I always take a speeder halfway then march for half an hour just so there’s nobody who could trace my location.

We’re stopped. ‘Engine trouble?’ She’s shaking her head and pointing over my shoulder. ‘Just wanted to take in the sunset for a few minutes.’ Oh wow, that’s worth stopping for. The three suns look beautiful over the dunes; their usual oppressive hues are fading into a cool pink. Glittering and sparkling and reflected a million million fold over the sand. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Her weight just shifted onto me. The speeder is on the ground, so no danger of capsizing. I’ve seen other troopers use this maneuver before: put my arm around her shoulder. We’re sitting silently, just watching the suns disappear over the horizon. It’s nice.

The minutes pass, and the suns retreat with them. I’m looking into those fathomless black eyes of hers, completely devoid of texture and depth. I’d love to be lost in them forever. The speeder starts up more easily than the first time, and we’re off across the dunes again.

I can’t invite her in, she can’t even get line of sight to my place. Damn it! I clear my throat at the crest of a dune. Good enough visibility, I can find my way back home. ‘You can let me out here. I like the exercise.’ Not the whole truth, but not a stretch either: I always appreciated long marches.

Getting out is a modest challenge with the speeder still running, but I can manage. She’s waving me off, I’m returning the gesture. ‘Not quite the night I was expecting, but one I wouldn’t mind following up on. Call me tomorrow?’ I’m nodding, we’re both waving, she’s driving off, I’m walking alone with my helmet under my shoulder and a chill creeping across my face. Those last two solve each other.

Lots of time to think on the march. Think about what I am, think about what I used to be. Child slave, orphan, Naval Academy star pupil. Storm trooper, Purge trooper, assassin. Deserter, bounty killer. Happy. I was happy tonight. Maybe a little of those other things, but mostly that. I hope I can be happy again soon.

#star wars #sapphic #transgender #oc #my oc #writing #Koben Tarani

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refried-ghost · 1 year

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My thoughts after taking notes on The Nightmare Begins pt 1 (cause I've been pausing and replaying parts like crazy)

The Tallest. Most of this is for before Zim shows up.

Red wants to be the center of attention and likely prepared and practiced his speech many times before The Great Assigning. Like dude's a showman of sorts. Putting his all into the event. Comes out the gate waving both arms at the crowd nearly fully focused on them. (Purple begins with waving one hand, but uses it to hide a smile, until Red elbows him.) Sure he loses steam a couple times, but he picks it back up.

Purple gives him looks ranging from annoyed to neutral when Red cuts him off or gets infront of him. But shows a general willingness to step back.

Red's constantly shooting annoyed looks at Purple whenever he speaks to the invaders or the crowd, but faces him all of twice when they're talking to each other until Zim shows up.

Like most of the time Purple talks it's to Red and he's facing directly at him. When he's talking to someone else he's facing them. Purple also has a tendency to lean down more when he's talking to smallers directly.

The first time Red faces him is immediately after he get shot in the eye by a laser and only for a second. Red looks so smug after the crowds roaring cheer. That could be cause he sees that as him being proven right, from being the only one getting their attention while Purple's on the ground, or likely a combination of the two. Second time, it's "Oh, now, that's just sad." In reference to Skoodge.

Also I think Red's got a bigger somewhat unconscious issue with smallers. Like Purple is more of a bitch about it, but Red's the first to comment or swap things because of height. They both look impressed with those who grew, Red slightly more so, and they both look disappointed with Skoodge when he shows up.

"Could you get any shorter?!" Honestly seems like Purple's annoyed Skoodge didn't grow. Like the "You should have tried harder!" Disappointment. Live up to your Tallest's expectations. Though it is definitely somewhat of an attack. Skoodge looks Red for help, who without an ounce of hesitation gives Skoodge Blorch with a smile on his face, ends the Great Assigning and tells everyone about the nachos.

Sure, Purple talks about how small, how tiny Zim is, but it literally the final argument either bring up to get him to give up. And this time he's not even that mean about it. He's just hammering it in, cause Zim just can't seem to understand what their saying, what they're trying to get him to do. He's stating a fact with no room for argument. A fact that likely carries a lot of weight on irk. That Zim is actively ignoring in this instance.

I think despite having far less patience for him (in comparison to Red), Purple finds his Zim's drive and desire to be an Invader admirable, despite his clear annoyance. He gives him the smallest smile after the "Gimme!" as Zim hugs his sandwich, before Red get his attention. And he looked very annoyed with him before that. But that's not saying I think Purple likes him. I think he like the characteristics itself.

We also have the "You should have tried harder!" To the soldiers in the crowd. That could be a few things, maybe he's annoyed there weren't more tallers that qualified to be invaders, maybe it was just general disappointment with them, maybe it was a condescending jab, but I'd like to think it a mix of all that with him wanting to see them striving to be their best. To have that drive. So long as it doesn't threat his position of course.

Which brings us to his interjection of "Not quite as superior as us of course!" whilst looking super pleased with himself I feel was partially him stroking his ego, reinforcing that to everyone else, and not wanting people to take Red saying that out of context. Like that is a very dangerous thing for Red to say in Purple's eyes. Though Red thinks it goes without saying cause of their height.

Purple's got the ego and a thing for eye contact. Red's an attention whore. I love them both so much.

The height thing and seeing Purple as more paranoid then Red could be my biases though.

Couple notes for Skoodge too.

He sees their disappointment and it hurts immediately. I honestly don't think the tears were from the thought of getting assigned to Blorch. He knew it was coming he was the last invader, that was the last planet and it was the first one shown. I think it was from how the Tallest treated him after proving himself to that point.

Like they chose him to be an invader. It wasn't the control brains. It was "Standing behind us, however are the soldiers we've chosen for Operation Impending Doom II!" The control brains got a pool of potential invaders, but I fully believe the Tallest chose them. And then they just treat him like that. That's gotta hurt. Especially when you get to look at a drawing of yourself surrounded by the enemy afterwards.

He also backs up from Zim like he's dangerous and he totally is, but I think the bigger danger there for Skoodge would be Zim talking to him like they're friends. Unlikely to happens on Zim end, but it probably would have fucked Skoodge's already not great view in the Tallest's eyes.

I will continue later.

#refriedramblings #i feel like I'm painting red in a bad light here that's not the intention #likely a rambling mess #but I'm trying to get a better grip on these characters

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thatoneshortieho · 1 year

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Mami Katsuyō, Hero name: Shooting Star - was born with a purple-ish blue skin tone, big gray eyes and deep-blue hair. Needing glasses at an early age due to her incredibly poor eyesight - dangerously close to being legally blind, Mami certainly stood out. Her family was well known and very well off, the Katsuyō name being a wealthy line. Mami’s parents were no different, and Mami grew up in a life of luxury.

Her skin tone and eyes were inherited from her mother, and her hair color from her father. Her father tells her that she was the blue-st child he had ever seen. Her father’s Quirk was Light Eyes, letting him create a beam of light from his eyes. Her mother had Hyper Beam, a Laser-based Quirk in which she could fire a laser from her mouth by screaming. Her mother was not-so-affectionately known as The Blue Banshee.

Mami loved watching Heroes fighting on TV, as it was some of the few times she could see the world outside her family’s mansion. Mami was home schooled and was only ever allowed to be within the confines of the family’s Great Garden, where she’d sometimes see a green woman tending to the flowers. Mami had once tried to sneak out but her mother caught her and had to drag her to the open view of the hills behind the house so that nothing would break as she was yelling at Mami for being ungrateful and careless.

As such, Mami never had friends, and never met other kids. The only people she would meet were family friends or business partners. She did however meet another child, she’d only spoken with him once. It was late summer and their hired Gardener had brought her son with her that day to help with the Great Garden. Mami’s parents were skeptical at first but Mami watched from behind the bushes as the boy - about the same age as her - stuck his hands in the dirt where lilies had just been planted, and saw as they grew and grew in size until they were taller than even her parents. Her father seemed amazed at this as the child retracted his hands from the dirt and walked away with a sway as if he suddenly got dizzy.

As he walked past, Mami asked with a quiet stutter if he was okay, the boy looked spooked, as if he hadn’t seen her blue hair behind the bushes. He stumbled a bit over his words before he gave up and gave her a thumbs up, saying “I Ok!” and wandering off toward the water hose. Since then, whenever the Gardener comes, Mami intently watches from the window of her room to see the green boy again.

Mami developed her Quirk a bit later than most children - at the age of six - which heavily worried her parents. But later that worry landed on what her Quirk became. One day, Mami had come to her parents, complaining about a heavy migraine, and just as her father was about to call a doctor, a bright laser shot out from Mami’s eyes and shattered both her glasses and the window behind her father, Mami, who couldn’t see what was happening, she could only feel an itching in her eyes as this was happening and hearing her father scream at her to “Shut your fucking eyes, child!” Terrified, Mami forced her eyes shut, pressing her hands over them hard.

When her father told her to open them, she refused initially but he kept insisting - rather aggressively - so she opened her eyes, yet she still couldn’t see, not because of her glasses breaking, but because she was now completely blind. She started crying and after a while, her limited vision came back. Her father got an expert to make new glasses that could take the lasers without breaking, paying a fee which for any other family may have been unrealistic.

Mami was traumatized from this event, not only from the way her father had yelled at her - it was usually her mother who would do that - but from the fact that she had no idea what even happened. Later she was told about what had happened by one of the maids who had seen the event in question. She calmly explained to Mami how that must have been her Quirk, and that she found no surprise in it taking so long to manifest, considering its strength. Mami hated her Quirk and blamed herself for “Allowing it to happen”, while the maid tried assuring her that Mami didn’t know that it was gonna happen, that it wasn’t her fault. It had simply been a poor timing on the Quirks' part.

Her father approached her one day while she was taking a math exam prepared for her by her homeschooler - and he told her he had signed her up for the UA Entrance Exam. Mami was upset that he had not asked her first but a small part of her was excited since it would mean she would meet other people her age. Her father told her that he had hired the best Quirk Development Trainer he could find and left the two to train until the day of the Exam.

During the Entrance Exam, Mami thought she saw a familiar green color enter with her. As the first robot came she tried the rapid fire that the Quirk Development Trainer had taught her. She kept her back to the walls around her and only looked up as to not accidentally hit another participant. Due to her Quirks’ nature, she’s left blind each time for several seconds at a time. She had to try to gauge her surrounding participants’ locations as to not hit them as well as listen when are where she believes the next robot to be.

After the end of the Exam she’s left with a heavy headache for several days and a letter telling her she got enough Villain Points to be accepted into Class 1A at UA.

#my hero acadamia #my art #mha oc #mha #my hero academy oc #my hero academia #oc #my oc #art #oc background #oc backstory #mami katsuyou #mami katsuyo #katsuyo mami #katsuyou mami #my hero academia oc

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artichokefunction · 1 year

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you are sitting behind the counter at your parents stall, and you are very, very bored. as far as you're concerned, you're old enough to explore the convention on your own, and normally your parents would let you, but according to them this specific one is too dangerous, all criminals and stuff. whatever. you have your tablet, but you aren't playing games on it cuz it's on low power mode and you're saving the battery cuz you're smart. this means that you have nothing to do, other then watch the people that walk by. some of them stop to look at the weird guns on the table and argue with your dad about prices, and that is boring, like usual.

you see a person with red and black hair and a purple shirt, arguing with a person with yellow hair and a green coat. the first one tries to stop and look at your dads stall, but the second one pulls them away, towards the wall and into a closed room. you don't see what's in the room, they shut the door too quick. you see a person in a very shiny dress, and she sees you too, and she makes a face like you smell. you do not smell, you took a bath yesterday, so she's probably just mean. you stick your tongue out at her as she walks away, but she doesn't see it, because she is walking away. lame. you see a person wearing all blue and white, walking a robot dog. that is VERY cool and you want to go see the robot dog and ask if you can pet it but your dad stops you. lame. the dog is gone now, anyway. there's a big crowd of people all trying to move in different directions, it looks very busy and stressful, actually. you're not going to say that out loud, you're cool and brave and could totally go by yourself if your dad let you. there are lots of augmented people here, you learned that word recently. one person has robot legs on top of their human legs. one person has a whole robot arm. one person has red eyes that look like they can shoot lasers out of them, and a big face mask. they look cool. they look scared, actually. they're signing [lost] over and over. you think they're trying to find someone. you stare at them, and soon they stare back at you.

[lost?]

their face goes all funny when they see you sign. probably no one else here knows hands, that's true in most places. but talking out loud is hard and annoying, you like hands better. the laser person comes up to the stall, but they don't talk to your dad, they talk to you. this is new, and not boring at all, it's exciting.

[i'm looking for my friend, i lost her. big crowd]

[what does she look like?]

[purple top, red and black braids. we match for today]

[i saw her! walked by earlier, went into that door over there] and they're right, they do match. black clothing and red eyes, same color as the black and red hair. they must be best friends, to match like that. one time you matched outfits with your best friend for a school trip to a farm, you wore a shirt with a chicken on it and he wore a shirt with a cow on it. you both got very muddy that day. it was fun. the laser person is saying thank you, but you interrupt them with a question.

[do your eyes shoot lasers?]

they make another funny face at that, they do that a lot.

[no, i can't shoot lasers. but do you want to see what i can do?]

[yes!!!]

they pull up their sleeve, and open a little box stuck into their arm. three bullets come out, one by one, like a printer.

[i can make these]

you are leaning onto the counter to get a better look, this is incredibly cool. you reach out to grab one, and then remember that taking stuff without asking is rude. but before you ask, they give the bullets to you anyway.

[here. payment, for help. goodbye]

[goodbye! thank you!]

you take the bullets and roll them around in your hands, they are all shiny and smooth and new. the laser person who does not shoot lasers walks away into the crowd, towards the room with their friend in it. your dad says that your parent will be here in an hour, and that you can go home after that. you still have time to maybe see other cool people, so you don't think you will be bored while you wait. the bullets clink together as you put them in your pocket.

the showroom door slams open, and your agent is on the other side. it makes a beeline for you as soon as it sees you, and takes up a position just next to you so it can complain at you.

[i LOST you. where did you go. who is this. when can we leave]

[this is billy asterix, he's the one who made your jaw. you probably remember him?]

it makes a face that indicates that it very much does remember him. billy is loud and strange and rather tiring to talk to, but his prosthetics are some of the best on the market at the moment so you put up with him dragging you around to the various places he stores his products.

[And here's the secret agent! We've been talking about you quite a bit. You still have that old jaw prosthetic, right? Right. I have some better models for you to take a look at, come over here, c'mon. This one is designed for subtlety and functionality, it emulates organic bone so the skin can grow overtop it! Makes things like talking that much easier! What do you think?]

it scowls, obvious even with the mask covering most of its face, and just in case that wasn't clear enough it shakes its head vigorously.

[Alright, alright, fine. You're not interested in talking, I get it. Well, I don't get it, but no matter. I also have this one, it might appeal to you more. Look at this, retractable tusks! You can deploy these big boys whenever you want, and they're not just for decoration, they have some serious bite force to them! I could lose a finger to these if I wasn't careful, but you know i'm always careful, you know, you know. What do you think?]

it looks at you, clearly interested but deferring to your judgment, so you ask the question billy always avoids.

[whats the cost?]

[Oh, well, now, its normally 2 million, but just for you i'll give it to you for 1 and a half. How's that?]

[half a million]

[Aw come now, ms grenade, you'll put me out of business! 1.3 million.]

you've played this game before, you'll be able to get it down to a good price. the agent has wandered off to look at the other things in this showroom, you'll probably be sold some more of it shortly. while you negotiate the price down towards, ideally, 800k, the agent pokes at a shiny and showy prosthetic hand, testing its grip strength by wrapping it around its own. it interlocks the fingers, and then shifts its grip to press its thumb against the shiny plating around the knuckles. evidently coming to the conclusion that it doesn't want the new hand, it moves on to a piece of intricate metal twists that looks entirely decorative. this catches the asterix's attention.

[I am so glad you noticed that, it's a new jewellery design I'm currently testing out! Hand carved and finished by me, by hand, of course. All my goods are top quality, I would never sell you anything less then the best. Would you like to try it on?]

it takes the twist of metal off the stand, and then abruptly turns to you. you weren't expecting that. it beckons for you to lean down a bit and you do. with gentle hands, it loops the dramatic swoops at either end of the thing around your ears, and the cool metal settles against your nose bridge in a way that is surprisingly nice. billy has brought up a mirror, naturally, and you can see the way it ends in little heart shapes framing your eyes. the agent is staring intently at you.

[looks nice on you] it says, gaze fixed on your face, just below your eyes. you feel your cheeks warm.

billy says, in a low, somewhat conspiratorial voice, [I can give you the jaw and the facepiece for 820k. Special deal, just for you. What do you say?] he is grinning like this is the cutest thing he's ever fucking seen, but he's tactfully chosen not to voice any of his thoughts in that vein. you feel yourself blushing even more. [you have yourself a deal, sir! i'll forward you the money now, and then we'll be on our way.] your agent has moved back to the showroom door and is bouncing on its heels, waiting for you to wrap things up here so it can explore the convention properly, with you.

#[fiction]#[category: the agent & the handler]

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fandomgirl800 · 2 years

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Hey how are you going? I was wondering if I could request a Dhawan!master x reader where the master and the reader are imprisoned together while handcuffed to each other with the master's handcuffs.

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(Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Swearing, Canon typical danger, Master and (Y/n) will argue a lot but it's for the purposes of story

Word Count: 2748

Summary: Master wants to get revenge on someone for stealing from him. (Y/n) is not happy with the idea and it goes wrong.

(The story is happening before the episode timeless child. This story is starting with a bunch of flashbacks.)

(A/n): Hello, I'm great! Thank you for sending the request, I hope you'll like the result, sorry it took so long. Have an amazing day! 😄🌻

"Doctor no! I can't!" you yelled. Behind the doors next to you was hord of Daleks. The doors were the only thing that protected you. "Doctor!"

...

"You see (Y/n)? Everything is alright! Everybody lives!" Doctor smiled and hugged you. You were still too scared and nervous to realize that you didn't hug her back, just stared at Yaz, Ryan and Graham celebrating the victory. Few minutes ago, you nearly died.

...

"I promise you (Y/n), you'll be safe," Doctor gave you an assurance.

...

"This is O," the Doctor smiled.

"I'm O."

"Agent O? Nice to meet you," you made a polite smile, shaking hands with him.

"Just O is fine… I'm not an agent anymore…" he said.

"Oh! Sorry, I- Sorry…" you stuttered. Thankfully he just shrugged it off.

...

"I never asked, what's your name?" O asked curiously, pouring you a hot tea he made into the nice orange cup.

"It's (Y/n)," you took the warm cup and thanked him.

"Is the tea good?" he asked, worrying.

You nodded and smiled.

...

Barton's party more bored you than anything else, thankfully O was near to accompany you. Only when you chased Barton on the motorcycles, it turned out to be quite dangerous.

...

You yelled, nearly falling down from the motorcycle, when the sharp bullet came through your shoulder, it was heavily bleeding. O was behind you, holding you to assure you won't fall down.

"It's okay, I won't let you fall. Don't kill us, human," you heard in your head. It sounded like O's voice.

...

In the plane, you held your shoulder, hoping it would stop bleeding soon. Turns out that O wasn't really O, but some guy called the Master. You couldn't care less.

Maybe it was just the wound on your shoulder but you weren't even surprised. Master seemed to be kind of annoyed with your lack of surprise.

One moment a plane was falling down, the other, you were standing on the beach safely.

...

Reunion with the Doctor and 'fam' as Doctor affectionately called her travel buddies, wasn't going as smoothly. You felt like they didn't trusted you enough.

...

"Only one of you two can live," Doctor said sadly into the radio. You glanced on the other side of the room where Yaz was holding the gate, "I'm so, so, sorry. But I have just a bit of energy in the device to teleport only one of you."

When Yaz teleported to the safety, your radio went silent. Gate was slowly opening and from behind it was reaching sharp light, spreading like a shadow.

You spotted a laser beam shooting the gate mechanism. The gate fell down on the place, making a loud thud.

Leaning on the nearest wall, you spotted your old acquaintance.

"O?"

He was dressed in a nice, yet dirty purple coat and vest which matched his pants. His black hair was a mess, falling into his face and he grew a beard.

"Old weapon," Master hid the laser screwdriver into his pocket and pulled TCE from the other, "Now human! You can call me the Master. Where is the Doctor!"

For a moment you stared at him.

"I'll show you, but you have to take me with you."

After many months

"Let's say that they don't have it, what are you going to do then?" raising your eyebrows, you glanced at the Master who was frantically running around the console, trying to keep the TARDIS on the right course.

"Then, I'll burn their little scrap of the planet and I'll remove it from the known universe," Master chuckled darkly.

"Why can't you just make a new weapon?" shrugging, you stepped to the table with lots of mechanical parts.

"Because they stole from me. DON'T touch that human!" Master set the TARDIS on autopilot and grabbed a few mechanical parts, moving them to the box next to the table, "Do me a favor and stop touching my things. This is why I didn't want you here in the first place!"

"Oh stop complaining, you have no choice but to keep me, because only I know where the Doctor is!" you smirked.

Master frowned, he didn't like to be bossed around, especially by a human.

"Can you at least explain what we are going to do? And who are those aliens?"

Master's frown soon turned into a smile as he started explaining his plan.

"We are heading on the mothership of Silveriscasquies, one of the most intelligent species in the universe. Their mothership is basically a planet made of scraps, materials floating through the universe… It's not much…

They also stole my new weapon and they will pay for doing so!"

You gave the Master an uncertain look, "Silver what?"

"Silveriscasquies," Master mumbled and landed with the TARDIS.

"Are we already on their planet?"

"Their mothership? Yes?" Master arched an eyebrow and took his TCE from the console, heading out, "You stay here human."

You nodded and went to lean on the closest chair.

Few hours later, you were listening to Master's old playlists, singing and dancing around the TARDIS console.

Everything was great as you circled around the console, until the main door of the TARDIS didn't fly open.

Music stopped playing and ten Silveriscasquies soldiers entered the ship. Their appearance was familiar to snails, besides the froglike colorful eyes. They had paperlike armor, yet it was obvious it wasn't as paperlike as it looked like.

"Intruder captured, general Sq'e¬ton," said the front soldier into the transmitter.

You were pushed into the cell, where the Master was sulking.

"How did they get into our TARDIS?! I thought you locked it!"

Master was highly annoyed, of course. Not only did they steal his mighty weapon which should put the universe on its knees, they locked him and easily took over TARDIS.

"They unlocked it! I'm sorry 'our TARDIS?' It's my TARDIS!" Master yelled. They probably took him even the TCE and other gadgets.

"Well, not now!" you yelled back.

"Shut it ape!"

"Ohhh, what are you going to do alien?"

Master gave you a surprised glare, "I absolutely despise you, what's worse is that you are also a human!"

"You guess what! I hate you too, you are fucking stupid if you thought that I know the location of the Doctor, she gave me up!" you yelled, moving around the cell, looking for an exit.

Master let out an angry, frustrated scream. He should know.

What you didn't know was that one of the alien soldiers of a name which was too complicated to pronounce by a time lord, yet a human, smirked and walked off towards the stairs, walking to the 65187th floor to the generals bridge.

"We confiscated this device from your pocket," one of the aliens said with a stern voice, holding a pair of handcuffs.

"Why did you took those?!" you glanced at the Master who gave you an unamused eye roll. Since the argument in the cell, which lasted a few hours, you and the Master didn't speak a word to each other.

Now, in some strange interrogation room next to the prison, you sat on two strange chairs next to each other, Silveriscasquies aiming their guns at your heads.

"Great, you took me the weapon, my TARDIS, you took me even my handcuffs… What are you even going to do with them? Build a rocket?!" Master angrily barked.

Silveriscasquies looked on eachother, mumbling something, smirking and laughing.

"We could if we wanted. It's not like some feeble Time lord and it's human pet would stop us," they continued insulting you both.

"I'm not his pet!" you yelled.

"Sorry, got it the other way around?" one of them grinned and handcuffed you with the Master.

"No! Get him off me!" you yelled.

Alien soldiers just chuckled and left, leaving you alone in the unlocked interrogation room.

"Why did they…'' you started. It was highly illogical to leave doors opened just like that. Master told you this species was clever but…

"They will hunt us," Master said, emotionless.

"Then do something!"

Master gave you a deadly glare, "I'm handcuffed to you! Didn't you notice?!"

"Well, I'm not giving up," standing up, you harshly pulled him with you towards the open doors, "We'll go!"

Dragging the Master up and down the halls and non symmetrical stairs was slowly tiring you down, mainly when he had shown no interest in escaping.

Not to mention there were still the aliens looking for you.

"You are really going to make it easy for them?"

"No, are you really going to entertain them?" Master sighed.

"And what am I supposed to do?! Die?" you turned back, forgetting that the Master was handcuffed to you, pulling him forward, you crashed into each other.

"Clumsy human," Master complained, stepping away. Unfortunately he noticed a small blush creeping on your cheeks.

Thankfully, he ignored it, pointing on the near cameras which were hidden in the walls made of space garbage.

"You see those? They watch us, laugh at us knowing we will be caught soon anyways," Master muttered, his brown eyes glancing into yours sincere.

"So what now?"

"Don't think so low of me human, I'm not the Doctor. I have an actual plan," Master said proudly.

"Last time you had a plan you ended up being betrayed by your allies… Again."

Time lord in purple gave you a harsh pull on the handcuffs, speaking to you in a low threatening tone, "Well you already betrayed me so scratch that. When I'll get out of these, and I will, I'll put you back to the place I took you from, months ago. The gate. You'll be left to your destiny to die."

You frowned at him, "Not if we die now."

"I am a time lord, you are just a funny human,"

"I assume these aliens are smart as you told me already, they will find a way to kill us both," you noted. It seemed like you were right, because Master gulped and his eyes glanced somewhere aside.

Few months and you knew him so well, every blink, every smirk he did. You knew he was nervous. You knew he knew you were right.

"Alright… These are your handcuffs, I'll not ask for a reason why they were in your pocket but we need to get rid of them."

"So bossy (Y/n)," Master tutted.

"Be a little bit serious for a moment!"

"They are locked with a code that Silveriscasquies set to make their game more amusing. I would do the same on their spot."

"Good then figure it out! Come on! They are your handcuffs!"

You both looked at eachother, hearing some yells a few corridors away.

Running down the stairs, you nearly tripped. Master gave you a cautious look, it would be a long fall down for both of you.

"Try some passwords, we can't get away with these!" you lifted your hand, Master doing the same like a puppet on strings. "Release?" Master told into the handcuffs, which only beeped, red light showing. He tried more accents, but without a result.

"It wouldn't be so easy, think more!" you said, complaining, "Why don't they have an elevator or something! There are hundreds of staircases!"

Master shrugged.

Everything around was like a maze of garbage. Master said it was a mothership, to you it was more like a giant hive full of death traps. Electric wires hanging from ceilings. Unstable floor from metal pieces with holes inside them. You nearly got one of your feet stuck in those. Gladly you didn't, because glancing through it, you spotted a whole unit of aliens with various weapons, marching forward.

"They are below," you whispered, "Why are they not already here, when they know our location?"

Master sighed, "Those are the soldiers. Cameras are the show for common people."

"How entertaining," you forced yourself to smile uncomfortably.

"We need to go."

Running around a few hours already, you were both getting tired. Now stuck at some sort of library with old books of many languages with torn out pages and coffee stains, you sat into the big chair, while the Master stood nearby.

"Release," you tried to unlock the handcuffs.

"Begone from my wrist!"

"Uncuff!"

"Buzz off!"

Master gave you a quizzical look as you were thinking of other passwords.

"Thank you, lord Master…" handcuffs beeped with red light again, "Eh? Come on!"

Master smirked, turning his head away.

"What?! I had to try! Still better than you, doing nothing!" you rolled your eyes, your cheeks beginning to turn red again.

"Thank you, lord Master? Seriously? You are welcome by the way," Master mocked you.

"Buzz off," you spoke quietly. It was tiring. You both couldn't find the TARDIS and couldn't even get out of the handcuffs, not to mention the fact that aliens were on a hunt on your heads.

"Wait…" Master seemed to get an idea. He sat on the ground, tapping four times.

"What are you doing?" you asked curiously.

Master didn't answer, not even when the handcuffs beeped with a red light.

"Isn't that your weapon?" you chuckled, pointing at bookshelf.

Master turned to the bookshelf and angrily growled as he spotted his beloved new weapon disassembled and remade into an odd looking shelf.

"We're never going to get away like this!" you shrugged.

"You wouldn't anyways. I have this," Master pulled out of his pocket a travel particle.

"Why didn't you say that earlier!" you tugged on the handcuffs.

"Because I have just one and it was recharging all the time, still is."

After so many hours, you began to feel hungry and thirsty, which the Master shrugged off with a comment of how humans are weak and pathetic creatures.

It was a desperate situation that ended in getting cornered by Silveriscasquies.

"We're trapped…"

"You were trapped the whole time," one of them stepped closer with a camera on his helmet, "Now the real fun begins."

You were suddenly standing with a sharp object turned towards the Master.

"Fight!" they started to chant.

You saw the Master get a better hold of the weapon in his hand, thinking.

Shaking your head at him, you contemplated your life. All the choices. Truth is, you would have died a long time ago. Doctor saved you from Daleks, Master saved you from the Doctor. You had borrowed time.

But Master was… He changed your life a lot, even more than the Doctor did. He always had your back in some spare plan or something, but that was because you said you knew where the Doctor was. That was his plan, and he needed you to achieve his goals. But now, he didn't have to save you. Quite the opposite actually.

Master could see how quickly your brain worked, but stepped back as far as he could. He didn't want to be stabbed in the back again, he didn't want to be the one who would put the sharp tool in your heart. Not you. He was ready to cut his own hand for it.

"Where did you buy the handcuffs?" you glanced at the shopping brand on the side of them. It was very familiar. Like you have seen it somewhere.

"The space pit?" Master spoke.

"Cheap place, was there when the Doctor cancelled it."

"She did wha-"

"Too many weapons, but it was more of an accident…"

"Silence! Use weapons!" someone urged you.

"The travel particle, on the cuffs now!" you yelled very quickly. Master did as you said, placing a particle on the handcuffs, while you broke it in half with the makeshift weapon.

The particle shined in a few seconds, as you felt falling through, landing on the Master in the familiar surrounding. TCE was laying on the console and everything seemed to be untouched.

"TARDIS! We did it!" you sighed and rolled off him, "We got here before we went anywhere, deleting the time line with those aliens! Gotta love the travel particles!"

"Sometimes I love you human," Master said.

"Sometimes I love you too time lord," you frowned, "Unless you won't kill me, I'll help you find the Doctor."

Handcuffs beeped again and unlocked falling down off your wrists.

You exchanged looks with the Master.

"I said it because…"

"The handcuffs, I know," you shake your head and quickly run to the console.

"Good, so you want to be my companion or something?" Master asked.

"Aren't am I already?" you smirked, dematerializing the TARDIS away.

#Dhawan!master #Dhawan!master x reader #The Master #The Master x Reader #Doctor who

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vintage-marina · 3 years

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A woman out of time ( James Norrington x F!reader) Chapter 1

Marvel crossover pirates of the caribbean

TW: blood, gore, aliens, violence and durther in the story depressing thoughts and suicidal thoughts

A few weeks ago i had the idea to write a reader fic with a crossover of marvel and pirates of the carabbean, yep the most random idea that i had

summary: After y/n got a call that they can bring the half of the population back, she takes the chance and goes to the compound, but when she wants to go back to New York 2013 she finds herself on the middle of a ship. I think i’m gonna ship her with James Norrington tho.

btw you can also read it on wattpad, my name is mischief-moony

word count: 1973 words

Wakanda 2018

Before everything went down

You heard footsteps outside your house that signaled that a few people were nearby, you threw your book on the floor and stepped outside and when you did you saw Bucky. King T'Challa, Okoye, and a few soldiers were walking to your cabins. You saw that one of the soldiers were holding a suitcase and dread filled you up, something is happening. Bucky and you were walking to them in a silence that neither of you wanted to break and you saw that in the suit laid his arm.

''Where is the fight?'' mumbeled Bucky after he glanced at his vibranium arm, he didn't look happy to use it again. In fact he probably thought about the time when he did not had a choice, but to use it. You glanced down, you wern't scared to fight, if you have to then you have to. But not knowing who to fight was frightening to you.

You and Bucky got taken to the weaponry room, you glanced into the mirror and moved your (right/left) arm, this arm felt new. Not a bad new, but a good new, a chance at staring a new life and maybe now you will never get it. You grimaced and didn't want to think about it anymore, ''Buck, do you know what's happening?'' ''No, but it has something to do with Steve. It always has.'' ''Fair enough,'' the both of you chuckled for a few seconds and after that you composed yourself, your expression serious. You took a taser, two handpistols and a few knifes and buckeld it on your belt, somehow it felt it wasn't enough and you took a bomb. The medpack on your back did not felt heavy and you saw that Bucky took a M249 SAW. ''And you think that firearm will be enough? You know, it is pretty serious if Wakanda need the help of two oldies'' you pointed to him with a knife, he grumbled but to your happiness he took a handpistol. After this Okoye walked to the both of you and explained what was happening.

Meeting your best pals Steve, Natasha and ofcourse your other colleagues

Bucky and you went outside and you saw that Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Bruce? Is he not missing? were walking out of the quinjet, King T'Challa was walking with them and lead them to you two. You heard T'Challa asking how big the assault is, Bruce answered that they shoud expect a big one and Natasha asked how big their army is. ''You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje and..'' ''And a semi-stable 100-year old man'' ''And a mentally unstable 100-year old woman'' Bucky and you flashed a smile towards them and you flew into Natasha her arms while Bucky hugged Steve. Afterwards you gave a bone crushing hug to Steve and you whispered that you missed him.

During the battle

Everyone stood behind the border that protected Wakanda and you saw that aliens were running toward you, they looked like a mix between a dog and a rat and you didn't expect this shit, yes you were scared at this point. Next to you stood Bucky, Steve and Natasha, "What the hell" mumbeled Bucky and if you weren't in a life threathing situation, you would have laughed but now, now not. Some of these aliens were breaking through the border but were killing themselves, but some of them were making it through, the Wakandan army were making shields with their clothing and were shooting lasers out of their vibranium spears. Bucky, you and Natasha were shooting while Sam and Rhodey were in the sky. Bruce was in the Hulkbuster and stood behind you and the army. Rhodey flew to the border and you saw that a few bombs were dropping that created a massive chain reaction, you could hear the screams of the aliens that were dying but you could see that the dogs behind the border were going to Vision and were he was laying there was no border, shit he is gonna be in danger. But Bruce beat you to it, before you could say anthing.

''Cap if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there's nothing between them and Vision'' ''Then we better keep 'em in front of us.'' ''How do we do that?'' asked Okoye to T'Challa and you saw that the was thinking. ''We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen'' he shouted somthing in Xhosa, you saw that Steve was activating his shield and that T'Challa's army were dropping their shields. You were moving your shoulders and stood in position, ready to kill a bunch of aliens. This was unlike what you saw in the war or what you did in the war but you knew that you should give your everything. The border that protected you was dissolving and you heard T'Challa shouting: ''Wakanda forever!''

You were running and so did everyone else, your heartrate went up and you took the blades out of your belt, Steve and T'Challa ran ahead but you and Bucky ran with the army. The first few aliens were running to you and you threw your knife in their eye and slid on the ground while you were gliding on the grass, you plunged your knife in another one's belly and cutted him open. It screamed and before you knew it it was dead, but the other alien was not. You took your knife out of the carcas and threw it in the head of the other alien. You plucked your two blades out of it's head and it's eye and hastily you stood up and scanned your surroundings.

But you didn't had much time, three other aliens were attacking your back that send you flying to the ground, you let out a yelp. Their claws were dangerously close to your face and something snapped in your head. Your mind went on autopilot and you teared an arm off and you gave it a kick to it's belly. You drew your pistol and sent a bullet to the other two aliens their heart and head. You could feel on your back that you had been scratched but you shook it off and went further.

The minutes flew by and you couldn't even remember what you were doing to them, you saw that Okoye needed a little bit of help and you gave her back cover. ''Are you okay?'' she asked while the two of you circeled around the aliens, you hummed but it didn't reassured her. ''I don't think we are going to win it'' you said, she didn't gave a response but instead killed an alien. You heard someone talking to you in your ear, ''I can't hear you, speak louder'' you commanded and slammed an alien to the ground. ''Y/N, someone needs medical help, I will sent you the coördinates come fast!'' you heard Natasha talking to you and you bid Okoye farwell and you cleared your way between the aliens and the people.

When you arrived you saw that Nathasha gave pressure on the wound of a soldier, ''Nat you need to give me cover while I treat her alright?'' You saw that she was from the Dora Milaje, you took off your medpack and opened it quickly and kneeled down. Adreneline rushed to your body and you took a bottle of water out of the pack and rinshed the wound. ''How did it happen?'' you asked to her, in the hope she didn't pass out. ''I got clawed, but I will survive'' she mumbeled, you softly talked to her while you disinfected the wound. You sliced the plastic of a sterile towel of and depped the wound clean, there was blood on your hands and you smeared it off on your suit. Natasha was shooting some aliens and said to you that you needed to hurry up. Your stress level went up a bit when she said that and you stichted the soldeir up and covered the wound incase if it went bleeding again. ''Nat, you can go, I will protect her'' after you said that she went away and you stood your ground and eyed your surroundings.

You didn't knew how much time had passed, hope was slowely running out of your system and you were certain that you were losing. Aliens were around you and you felt desperate, you did your best to protect her and sometimes you got help from someone else, it wasn't easy to check on her and to kill aliens but you managed. Suddenly an axe went flying around and killed some aliens around you. What the hell is happening you thought to yourself, not that you were ungrateful, you were very grateful but you didn't know who it was, until something suddenly clicked in your brain, Thor.

After Thor joined the fight with a raccoon with a gun and a walking tree? You thought you could finally win this battle and have a good nap after this, but alas you were wrong, very wrong. A few meters further you saw that Steve was protecting Vision and Wanda. You turned around and asked in Xhosa if she need any further medical assistence or that she would manage it. The soldier sent you away and you joined Steve, you didn't expect the guy who is supposed to be the most evil person in the universe purple but you also saw a man with red skin and without a nose when you served the army so it didn 't really surprise you. More people joined the fight and when you threw your bomb and fire your last bullets, Thanos raised his fist towards it and reversed the time so it couldn't explode, then he aimed at you and fired the bomb back. ''Shit'' you mumbled, you flew across the air and yelled in pain. A few splinters from the bomb scratched your face and neck, you could fell blood prickle on your skin from the splinters that were stuck in your body. Your ears were ringing and you shut your eyes tight from the bright light, sniffing the air you could smell burning flesh and you softly cried, you didn't want to see the aftermath of what happend to you. Some people were yelling, but black dots were clouding your eyes and with your tears you couldn't see well. How can he do this, what did we do to deserve this, the more you thinked the more your head hurted, maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt and with that on your mind you blacked out.

When you opened your E/C eyes you whimpered in pain, signaling to the remaining people that you were awake. You saw Steve in your field of vision and you could see that his eyes were red. You lifted your arm and cradled his face with your vibranium arm, you furrowed your eyebrows and wiped a few tears away. ''You've been crying, Stevie'' a nickname that he only heard from you when you were concerned about him. ''What happend?'' you whispered softly after you gave him a reassuring smile, he didn't meet your eyes but looked to the left of you. You turned your head, but you wished you hadn't, your eyes met the blank stare of Vision and you let out a startling scream. Terror was running through your veins and tears of dispair were filling your eyes and falling on your cheeks. You reached out your arm towards him but you only could feel the cold of his vibranium body and if you looked better you could see the pile of ashes that laid besides him. Your arm fell to the ground and you sniffed, ''What happened here Steve?''

#marvel #potc #pirates of the caribbean #avengers #avengersinfinitywar #avengers endgame #james norrington #james norrington x reader #james norrington imagine #elizabeth swann #jack sparrow #marvel crossover #fanfic #henry turner #will turner

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thewebcomicsreview · 3 years

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The Promotion

For the first time in the five years, the Burnmax Deadly Acid Factory whirred to life. After OSHA found out that none of the catwalks over the coverless vats of acid had guard rails, the factory had been shut down so fast they never even drained the tanks, which still burbled threateningly. Murderize wasn't sure if it was actually still dangerous. It made sense to him that Deadly Acid left out in the open would turn bad, like milk, but if the new boss wanted the mayor's daughter slowly lowered into a vat of acid, he wasn't going to say no to a paycheck. Times had been tough for henchmen ever since the new crew of masks hit town. His old crew, Mutilate and Comeuppance, were stuck in the Asylum now, and he was lucky to get a C-list criminal like Doctor Funkenstein to work for, even if the pay was worse and the bell-bottoms looked dumb and the free-love orgies had to be cancelled because there weren't any girls. Still beat working for Catboy.

The mayor's daughter, Barbara Whatsherface, was doing a good job of being tied up and screaming, though. Sometimes you'd kidnap a woman and she'd just cry or something and sticking her in a deathtrap got awkward. Non-consensual actors rarely stuck to their roles, not that Muderize cared, but the bosses always got mad when it happened. God forbid a big dramatic crime have victims who didn't resist being murdered in a fun way. "MMMMM! MMMMM!" screamed the mayor's daughter through her gag. It was real convincing, which was one of the advantages of using real victims and actually trying to kill them.

Doctor Funkenstein flipped the switch. "It's Alive! Alive! But soon, my dear, you won't be!" he said, which was a bit weak. He was clearly more committed to the "Funk" than the "enstein" of his gimmick. A tall lanky man in a purple suit and labcoat with a large disco ball for a head, Funkenstein was kind of a terrible boss to work with. Not deadly enough to be thrilling, not funny enough to be a good time, not quite thematically cohesive enough to get the good headlines. He'd been working on this rebrand for weeks, and hoped it would get him the success so many had expected of him two years ago. Murderize was unconvinced, but he wasn't paid to think. The mayor's daughter was halfway down. Murderize flicked his cigarette into an acid vat and unbuttoned his shirt. If the good guys wanted to save dear sweet Brenda or whatever, they were running out of time. Sometimes you actually got away with crimes and then you got to go home early.

CRASH!

Glass rained down from the broken skylight as the Wonder Five dropped in to save the day. Damn it.

Wonder Red landed on the catwalk before him. The founder and the leader of the group, he was still a dork in his red spandex onesie and motorcycle helmet. Wonder Red had hoped the other Wondernauts would change their names to be Wonder Blue and the like, but none of them did, and he just looked like a cosplayer who wandered into an actual superteam by mistake.

"Disco is dead, Doctor Funkenstein", said Wonder Red, "And so are your plans for world domination!"

"You're the one who's dead, Dunder Red", shouted Doctor Funkenstein, "For you've walked straight into my Saturday Night Deathtrap!". He leaned back, and lasers spewed in all directions from his disco ball head.

Muderize let the leaders have their fun. With hero teams as with villains, the henchmen were the ones doing the real work. Already Snakes flew into the mayors daughter, cutting the ropes with his teeth and he carried her off to safety. When Already Snakes flew off with your girl, you were never getting her back, so Muderize fired his Disco Gun (which was just a glock with glitter on it) at Animal Cracker, who cracked some birds into existence in the path of the bullets.

The birds disappeared in a puff of smoke, which hid Animal Cracker, but Murderize had fought these guys enough times to know AC liked to land an elephant on people, and ran out of the way. The elephant slammed into the ground, broke its legs, and poofed out of existence. AC dropped gracefully to the ground, and threw up a Gorilla Shield fast enough to block the second and third bullets Murderize fired, but not the first one, which grazed his arm. As the gorilla poofed, AC jumped behind a one of the acid vats. Shooting a giant vat of acid was a rookie move, so Murderize took cover himself. The two women members of the Wonder Five were busy with the other henches. Pink Moon had managed to pick out the rookies and was doing the "Oh no, I'm a poor defenseless girl what will I do" act, which every henchman fell for the first time. The smarter henches were left to Sorcera.

Murderize suddenly realized that a whole entire hero was dedicated to fighting just him. He tried not to get emotional about it, but if the Wonder Five had elevated him in their minds from henchman to miniboss, that could open up all kinds of career opportunities for him, especially having scored a wound.

Of course, scoring a kill, even against Animal Cracker, would do even more. He shook himself a little to get his head back in the game. AC had been hiding behind that vat for too long. He was up to something.

He barely had time to finish thinking before a murder of crows shot out from both sides of the barrel. He knew that Animal Cracker's animals got weaker the more of them he summoned, and that just the sound of a gunshot would be enough to dispel them. This was a distraction, AC wanted him to fire wildly at the birds from a distance. He was too smart for that. He waited for the birds to get close before firing, and made sure to aim his gun away from the acid tank while keeping an eye on it to make sure Animal Cracker didn't bail. Bang. One shot, and all the birds poofed into a big cloud.

A big cloud directly on top of him, obscuring his vision. Shit. He coughed, and tried to see which way the inevitable charging rhino would come from so he could dodge it. He didn't see it. He felt it, though. Hurt just as bad as the last time he got Rhino'd. He flew into a piece of machinery, and collapsed to the ground in pain. He blindly groped for his gun, but the only thing he felt was Animal Cracker slapping the cuffs on.

"I tagged you, though", said Murderize, as AC finished handcuffing him. AC said nothing, but there was no denying the nasty gash on his shoulder. "Gotta report that".

Animal Cracker sighed. "Yeah, yeah". Above them, the music stopped. Seemed like Doctor Funkenstein's Dancing Queen's Gambit had failed. He's barely lasted longer in a fight than Murderize himself did, even if it was against the star.

"You gotta tell 'em. Come on! You gotta tell 'em Murderize tagged you!"

"I'm not your PR guy, man"

"Come on, make me look cool and it'll make you look cooler for beating me. We both win!"

"You know how you could really win? By giving up a life of crime"

"Bro. C'mon. Bro".

There was a long pause. Socera broke it, swooping down with six experienced henchmen tied up behind her in magical ropes. Pink Moon was with her, carrying eight rookies in a net. "Yo, AC. You only got one?", Sorcera said, smirking.

Animal Cracker looked at Murderize for a moment, then at Pink Moon, before turning to Sorcera. "This isn't just a henchman, Sorcera. This is Murderize. He's.....he's a mini-boss". He pointed at the gash in his arm "Tagged me and everything"

Murderize looked down at the ground, trying not to let Sorcera see him smile

#My Writing #Short Story #Wonder Five #I wrote this in one hour on the discord just to get something creative done

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The Secret of Persuasion (Tatum x F!MC)

Summary: The Secret is the only way for them to be together. But how long will they be able to keep it until Mrs. President will find out the truth? And how easily it will be for them not forget about the rules in public? Couple of drinks in and the darkness... will it be possible for them to keep a secret? Or will they fall ones again in the arms of each other?

Words: 3447

Authors notes: I really hope you will enjoy this. Please let me know if still want to be tagged and what I can improve.

Sequel for The art of Foreign Affairs

Part 1 of The Secret of Foreign Affairs

Raiting: to be safe 16+

**Warnings: couple curse words/couple f*** words/mention of sexual intimacy but nothing too graphic**

The bright lights bounced off her body, while she was out there on the dance floor swaying to the beat. Her body clad in a red sinful dress raising just slightly over her thighs. Slightly but enough for the heat to rush through his body and for him wanting to be the one who would grind against her to the beat of the music instead of standing on the side to guard her.

His hands on her hips, touching... sliding... gripping her. His lips at the side of her neck, licking... sucking... biting. And his dick pressed firmly against her backside, while he was moving in sync with her body. Wanting her. Needing her. Craving her.

He groaned quietly through the gritted teeth, trying not to attract too much attention from the other bodyguards. Shaking himself off the vision. But his eyes never left her... as if his gaze was drawn to her by some unseen force, magnified by her, enticed by her.

His eyes followed her every move, not able to look away. Her eyes holding his and her lips parting slightly in a sigh. This deliciously sensual sound he loves to hear when she goes still under him before falling apart... before crying out his name in a desperate plea, while the waves of orgasm wash over her. He could feel how his body stiffened, when he noticed Blaine. The guy who gave a damn about the centuries of feud between their countries. Watching helplessly how he approached Claire on the dance floor. Growling when he seen how his hands came to the hem of her dress, bunched up from her movements on the mid-thigh, as if begging for him to come over and drag her to the nearest empty VIP room. And oh my god here were many… as if calling for him to do just that. His eyes darkened when he saw Blaine’s fingers trailing along her neck, swaying back and forth with the beat, rocking Claire’s hips with his hands, and he still couldn’t look away, when the sparks of jealousy coursed through him. And it took everything in him not to go there, stoically watching her in the hands of another man, , knowing damn well that he could do nothing without revealing his own feelings and their secret.

He was still leaning against the wall by the bar, watching her protectively, when she finally came over to him. And he instantly noticed that it was one or two too many drinks for her. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were glimmering with this knowing smile and mischief. And he knew from the past few weeks they were together that it always ended the same way, usually with him buried deep inside her warmth. Thrusting, groaning, fucking her... he cursed quietly feeling how his dick hardened, growing just from a single thought of her pressed against the bar or even better splayed on a pool table, opened and willing for him. On one of those on which she leaned just a few moments ago, easily rolling the last ball into the hole before winking at stunned Blaine and leaving him alone. But he stubbornly locked all the thoughts and images about her like that, hot and ready for him, out of his mind, watching in front of him with a stony expression.

He could feel how every cell in his body started to buzz and drumm as soon as she stood next to him, leaning against the wall. Her arms crossed over her chest imitating his pose, and he could do nothing else, but fight back a smile that was threatening to break through his stoic mask. Her shoulder brushing his, and his fingers itching to touch hers. Finally his hands slipped down from his chest, noticing how hers did the same only to find their way to each other just a second later. His pinky hooking Claire’s, squeezing for a split second before letting it go as if acknowledging her presence. But his face gave nothing away. She could have believed that she imagined it all for herself if not for a tingling sensation, the same one she always felt whenever they touched.

“What’s up?” He asked quietly after a moment of a content silence between them. So quietly that if she wouldn’t raise her head to look at him, she would have missed the slightest movement of his lips, reading from them what he said.

“I just wanted to say thanks for being cool about tonight,” answered she, trying to outcry the music. Her face beaming with a widest smile, and he couldn’t help it but smile back at her, forgetting for a moment of all the risks. From the corner of his eyes he subtly checked her out. And his eyes darkened just slightly when they met hers, the memory of another guy... Blaine, touching her so freely... so bluntly on the dance floor, shooting through him. And the possessive glimmer in his eyes doubled, when his eyes slid to the hickey on the juncture between her throat and her shoulder. The one he left her only this morning, when he forgot about caution just for a moment, but enough for a bluish-purple bruise to form on her sensitive skin.

“Don’t mention it. I just glad you didn’t take me to a full-on rave...,” replied Tatum louder.

“Really? But it seems like your scene...” teased Claire, her eyes sparkling.

“I’d rather not have to guard you in a dark room with lasers and lights flash all over the place...,” he said, and before he could stop himself added: “And with guys throwing themselves all over you.” His voice coming out as a low and husky growl. His expression - stony, but his eyes... his eyes somber and hurt her the way nothing else did. Feeling, how all the memories, all the doubts, everything hit him at ones, and all what she wanted to do in that moment was to proof him how wrong he was... how incredibly stupid he was for thinking even for a second that she could think or want anyone else but him. Especially when the only guy she ever needed, the most amazing guy she ever knew was standing right here next to her.

Yes, she liked Blaine, probably even more than she intended to... and she knew that here was no point in denying or hiding it. But Tatum… she loved him. And here was no way that she would screw it up, not after knowing how much it hurts not to have him in her life.

“Are you... are you jealous?” she asked in a quiet voice, so quiet that he would have missed it if his eyes wouldn’t be locked on her mouth. Wanting nothing else but to kiss this red luscious lips. Claire’s heart raced while she fell deeper under his spell... feeling like some unseen force pulled her in and closer to him. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue ran at the seam, making him hardened instantly. The seductive vision of Claire just an hour ago in that same red dress kneeling in front of him floated in his mind. And his dick twitched, from the memory of him thrusting deep inside her mouth. And just like that he was rock-hard again.

“Shit...,” he muttered with a half groan suspiciously resembling the growl, and with a soft pink blush colouring his cheeks.

He could feel how she shifted just a tiny bit closer to him. Her hip cocked out to the side and he couldn’t help it but snaked his hand behind her, placing it with painful familiarity on the curve of her hip and bringing her firmer to his body. Thankful to the darkness and shadows that hid them from the prying eyes. His heart drumming loudly against his chest, yearning to kiss her... to touch her... to love her openly. But knowing that it isn’t the option. At least not now... not with her... probably not ever.

“Tate...,” she murmured. Her speech was a little bit blurry as was her vision, but the way she uttered his name so gently, so breathlessly, it just made him want to smile at how adorable she looked. And he tried not to, but failed. Her next words came as a loud conspiracy whisper that almost choked a laugh out of him. “If we danced really really close, you’d be able to protect me from all angles.” And when she swayed, tripping over her stiletto heels, his arms automatically tensed on her hips not letting her to fall, causing her to smile wider and whisper even louder as if it was her plan all along. “Gotcha!”

“Are you trying to help me do my job, or distract me from it?” Tatum chuckled softly, already knowing the answer, itching to brush away the strands of hair that fell onto her eyes and the ones she tried unsuccessfully to blow off. Feeling how his heart swelled with so much love and tenderness that he was sure it would burst in half. Trying not to wrap his arms around her even firmer and sway under the soft slow melody.

“Maybe a little bit of both,” she laughed noticing how a smile flickered across his face, before it was gone so quickly that if she wasn’t watching him she would most definitely miss it. Her head fell to the wall with a dreamy sigh, while he scanned a room for any sign of danger. “You should loosen up, Tatum. You are so on-edge all the time, even when we...,” she said almost blurting out the f*** word, but stopping just in time to catch the warning in his gaze. And it made her so hot, that she almost lost it as this exactly what she would love to do right about now. How much she would want it... and she could see in his eyes that he would want it no less.

“Claire, we spoke about this... I have to be. I have to keep you safe. This is my job. You are my job,” he sighed, turning his head to her after scanning the room for anyone who may watch them to speak.

“Tate, look around. There are bouncers at the doors, bodyguards are everywhere, and most of the people here are from Vancross. Nothing’s gonna to happen. And my mother...”

“...will be here tomorrow for Parents’ Weekend. So we cannot risk it,” sighed Tatum. “You know I would risk everything for you, but… for now we need to be careful. I know she is your mother, but…,” he sighed again heavily. His hand gently rested on her hip as if glued there, not able to move it away... not wanting to move it. Leaning a little bit closer, after checking the room and leaving a small kiss to her shoulder before stepping aside.

“...but you are afraid that she may do something to me and you will lose me for good,” whispered Claire. “I know. I know and I… I understand. But you were the one telling me that I deserve to unwind...”

“And we did... twice,” he pointed out, trying not to smile smugly at the memory and also to make her smile as well.

“Tatum, I’m serious,” she said, feeling how a blush coloured her cheeks. “When was the last time you relaxed? Like for real...”

“An hour or so ago,” he murmured leaning closer to her, turning his body so it would shield her from anyone. Watching how her cheeks turned even brighter colour, and her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. Unwittingly creating the most beautiful and most distracting view he had ever seen.

“Stop it. I’m serious, Tate. When?” Her eyes softly focused on him watching how his brows furrowed in concentration, trying to find this one memory when he was relaxed. This one memory when he finally could stop being a soldier or ex-military or her bodyguard and be just him... Tatum.

“Okay... okay, point taken. I guess... I was at the family barbecue last year. My cousin, Rico, challenged me to see who could down the most tequila shots. I got way too drunk, but I had fun,” remembered Tatum with a smile, feeling how Claire’s body shifted slightly toward his. His hands flexed trying to overcome the temptation to wrap them around Claire’s body. Feeling how the familiar feeling of warmth and calm washed over him. The one, he always felt whenever she was near him.

“Soooo what? It was like a year ago, just after you got honourably discharged from the army,” asked Claire curiously before placing her hands on the bar and hopping on top. Tatum could feel how the heat started to crawl up his neck, while his eyes followed the perfect shape of her legs, thankful for the dark that hid them from anyone’s eyes. Looking how her red dress bunched up at her hips.

“I don’t have many opportunities these days to just go wild,” he shrugged, trying to ignore the pull in his balls and the hardness that didn’t go away from the moment he saw her on the dance floor or even earlier if he would be honest with himself.

“We could always make more opportunities. And today would be a good start,” Claire murmured, leaning closer to him. Her eyes at the same level as his and he was so tempted... so... so tempted. And by the look in her eyes he could see, that she was tempted no less.

“I guess... it wouldn’t hurt to relax a little. But only as long as you promise to stay close and to be cautious. We don’t need any rumours to reach President Montgomery’s ears,” finally said Tatum, his hands on the both sides of her, their fingers almost touching in the darkness and he could feel how the barely restrained desire to press his forehead to hers washed over him. And he groaned... groaned in this low sexy growl that set her body ablaze... making her want him every damn time, making her squirm under his gaze. He could feel how her body shifted just slightly toward the edge of the bar. Shifting the way that made him stand between her legs, and her hips pressing his, just tiny bit harder but enough to be a torture for him.

“I promise. But I need us... to be just us. Not the President’s daughter and her bodyguard, but just us... regular persons. Like we pretended to be many years ago. Please... Just like old times, seven shots and a round or two of pool game, and then I promise I’ll leave you to do your work...,” whispered Claire taking a quick look around before hastily pressing her lips to Tatum’s in a chaste kiss, the one he willingly returned.

“...for you? Anything,” he murmured against her lips. The glimpse of a soft smile touching his lips before he pulled away, helping her slide from the bar.

Without a second thought Claire grabbed Tatum’s hand and led him to the working bar on another side of the club. Her hips were swaying in tact with music while she walked. Their finger intertwined so they wouldn't lose each other in the crowd, and she looked so happy and carefree for the first time in weeks that just for a moment Tatum let her have it. Watching her flag down the bartender.

“Four shots of tequila, please,” announced Claire with a wide smile, while taking a seat on a high stool, swaying slightly toward Tatum.

“Wait,” tried to stop her Tatum, while his arms came to her waist instantly, helping her to sit straight. “Are you sure that you can handle even one?” he asked carefully, but regretted it the same instance, when she leaned into him, tipping her face up and he couldn’t do anything else but to watch her.

“Tatum Mendoza, is it a challenge?” asked Claire with a cocked brow.

“No... Never,” chuckled Tatum, shaking his head in amusement. “I know you better, than willingly walking into the trap. And here I’m so distracted by you, that I almost did just that,” he whispered. His voice, a deep sexy rumble against her ear, the one that made her shiver in his arms. His hands still on her hips before he let go sliding to the stool next to her.

“You know, I’m not so drunk,” she laughed, tipping her head back, letting out the genuine laugh the one he didn’t hear since walking back into her life

“Yes, but you are drunk enough to do something we both may regret later if we will get caught.”

“And what is it, may I ask?”

“You may not,” replied Tatum, trying to hide his smile. His hand placed on the top of the bar, moving it slightly closer to Claire’s, feeling the warmth of her fingers next to his. And he could feel the heat of her hip pressed to his, making it impossible for him to concentrate or to be serious. The smile involuntarily breaking through his stony mask the known effect Claire always made on him, and he sighed longing for her already. Hating this obligatory distance they needed to keep in public. Even when they yearned nothing else but to hold each other. Even if it seemed that it’s safe not to hide.

“How about a toast?” asked Claire, pulling Tatum out of his thoughts. And he felt how she gently slid the drink toward him, brushing her fingers lightly against his.

“To what?”

“To us,” whispered Claire so softly that the sound of her reply almost got lost in a loud music above them. And her lips curved in a warm smile, the one he couldn’t resist but return.

“I’ll drink for that. And also to picking up where we left off. For finally finding the way for us...,” he spoke, raising his glass in a salute.

“For finding the way,” echoed Claire, clinking glasses together and down the drinks.

Tatum chuckled as Claire’s lips reflectively puckered, while he didn’t even wince, downing his.

“Still can’t handle tequila, huh?” he asked with an amused smile.

“Not true, I just... I just have specific taste,” she replied with a laugh.

“I still remember this one time, when you were eleven and sneaked a sip of your mother’s margarita. You made the exact same face,” he said softly. The happy memory of them washed over him, while he locked his gaze with Claire. From the corner of his eyes he could see how the small drop of tequila ran out of the corner of her lips, and he couldn’t help it but watch how it made a tiny trail down her jaw. But before it could make its way lower he caught it with his thumb and then without tearing his gaze from hers he licked it from the tip of his finger. They both could feel the familiar pull toward each other, the same one they couldn’t ignore this morning or the one only few hour later or the one that made them almost late to this celebratory night out, but this time before they lips could even met they heard an eruption of rowdy group cheers at another side of the club.

“What’s going on over there,” asked Claire curiously standing on tiptoes and craning her neck to see better, but still not able to see past the crowd.

“It seems Blaine’s ass ones again gets kicked in the pool game,” smirked Tatum, sitting back on his stool and looking smugly at Claire.

“Shush. Be nice, his ego suffered enough after my rejection and after I won a couple of games... or five,” spoke Claire with a soft chuckle, placing her hand on top of Tatum’s, watching how his eyes shined with pride. “So... Game of pool?” asked Claire with the glint in her eyes. “I have seen you eyed that pool table for hours before I came over. I bet you are dying to play.”

“I eyed you, not a table. But... let’s do it,” said Tatum with a genuine smile, before helping her down from her stool. His hands wrapped around her waist for a moment before his lips pressed to her forehead tenderly, lingering there for a moment longer before kissing her gently to the tip of her nose, and then finally... finally pressing them to her lips, whispering against them softly. “I hope you are prepared for your ass to get kicked.” Still thankful for the darkness to cover them, when their lips finally met for a passionate all consuming kiss.

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Hello, I had a really cute idea for a request if you dont mind. Since it's been lockdown and stuff could I get a Zim x S/o where they're finally able to see eachother after isolation. Bonus for fluff if that's ok with you?

This request??? Amazing. Absolute perfection. And of course there’s going to be fluff!! Chaotic and feral Zim is great, but I love me some soft Zim.

Oh, and there’s no specific age here. Could be high school, could be adults, I’ll leave that up to the reader.

Blinking furiously, your eyes eventually settled on a squint as your phone cast painfully bright light into your face. The surrounding comfort of darkness was fended off by the harsh screen you continued to stare at. Nothing had changed in the past hour, nothing new was written. You weren't sure what you were hoping for.

A simple 'FINE' within a chat bubble marked the end of your conversation. Normally, you would snicker to yourself about how he flat out refused to write in lowercase, but the anxiety gnawing at your stomach prevented you from doing so.

Sighing, you rolled onto your side, hanging half off the bed in order to plug your phone in for the night. After that was accomplished, you flopped onto your back, staring into the black abyss that was your bedroom ceiling.

Quarantine had been a lot more difficult than you had originally thought. At first it was fun, you could be as much of an introvert as you wanted and could take care of your responsibilities on your own time and schedule, for the most part anyway. But once the weeks turned into months, and those months began to increase exponentially, it became a problem. Going just a bit stir crazy was bad enough, but the worst part was being unable to see Zim.

Again, at first, you didn't think it would be such a bad thing. He tended to get a bit clingy and possessive, so you thought a little me time would do you some good. But as time stretched onward, you realized that you missed the little roach bastard more than you had anticipated.

Of course you couldn't see him, considering not only the high human-to-human spread, but neither of you were quite sure to the extent Irkens would be affected, if it would be much more dangerous for Zim than an average human. As if that factor wasn't bad enough, Zim was already a huge germaphobe, so he rejected the idea of even socially-distanced hangouts with masks and all that.

So, being responsible and considerate, you had agreed to stick to text communication. It was fine at first, and you both talked regularly. Until about a month ago. Your worries began at the occurrence of two solid weeks of radio silence. Assuming the best, you waved it off as maybe he went to space and therefore couldn't get Earth cell reception. Finally, he had contacted you again, but brushed off any questions regarding the period of being off the grid. However, any response he gave you was short and simple, often a yes or no without elaboration, even to prompts where those answers weren't even valid.

This is where the unease began. Your mind began to run rampant with thoughts on the matter. What if he had gotten tired of you? The reasonable person inside of you told you that if that was indeed the case, then his loss, but that didn't mean you had to be happy about it. Just when you would convince yourself everything was fine, you managed to come back with something else, always a variation of the last negative thought. What if he had realized that he liked being alone, that he missed being a lone wolf soldier focused on destroying the world with no one to care about? You could never fully refute that one. After all, was a genetically modified alien soldier truly content being tied down by something such as a relationship?

The only thing that brought you any solace was that he had reached out to you that morning, requesting your presence at his base. Things had gotten better, allowing for the two of you to meet with contact, person to person. Well, person to Irken. Of course, your brain wouldn't let you enjoy that. It just had to spin some tale that would send you into a spiral of dread. Now, as you laid in your bed, sheets bunched in your fists, you were convinced that he wished to break up with you. Well, at least he had the decency to do so in person, if that even was the case.

You wanted nothing more than to be overjoyed that you would finally be able to see him after all this time. You had become quite attached to Zim, more than you ever would like to admit. You should be filled with excitement. However, you felt nothing but a sinking feeling that made your skin crawl.

"Just...please let me have a good night's sleep, would you?" You pleaded with your mind, shifting onto your side to face your wall, letting your eyes shut tight.

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Unfortunately, you and your brain have two very different ways of defining 'a good night's sleep'. Trudging into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead, you couldn't hold back the massive yawn. Stretching, about ten different joints popped as you remembered tossing and turning for a majority of the night. The worst part was the two or so hour period of staring blankly at the ceiling, mind racing with ideas of nothing at all.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror revealed you to be looking like hell...and not on wheels. More like hell discarded on the side of the road next to an empty shopping bag. Dark circles rested under your eyes, which weren't only from the previous night. Your sleep schedule had been almost non-existent thanks to quarantine, some nights you wouldn't surrender to slumber until three in the morning, and other days you would succumb to sleep's tantalizing claws at four pm.

Not to mention that you could barely remember the last time you had worn anything but pajamas or sweats. Groaning, you pulled on presentable clothes, as if this was the largest inconvenience you could ever be faced with. Not that Zim would care, but you didn't want to be shown up in the outfit department by a being from beyond who wore the same saturated pink military uniform every day.

You didn't even bother to glance at the time, it wouldn't matter. Either way, Zim would most likely chide you for being late, even if you were an hour early. You weren't sure if the construct of time even existed in the reality that was Zim's mind. Now that you thought about it, you couldn't say for certain if you had even set a specific time arrangement. All you had agreed upon was to be there some time in the morning.

It didn't matter regardless, he would be there whenever you decided to show up. He hadn't left his base once for the duration of quarantine. Zim had patience when it came to being cooped up for long periods of time, you would give him that much. It was about the only time he had patience, but it counted nonetheless.

That negative feeling wouldn't cease tugging at you as you meandered your way to Zim's base, quite literally dragging your feet down the sidewalk. Occasionally, you would come across a stray stone or pinecone, and you'd strike out with a half-hearted kick, watching it skitter across the pavement.

The entire walk was forgettable, and you had made the trek enough times for your brain to transition into autopilot until you made it to the fence line. The first few times you went to his place were unsettling. Now, you were completely unfazed as the security gnomes eyed you when you padded up the sidewalk, approaching the door. Their beady laser eyes tracked your every breath, but by this point you were unbothered. Besides, you were fairly sure that Zim had put you on the white list, so they shouldn't shoot at you unless it was a direct order.

You pressed the doorbell, folding your hands neatly in front of you as you waited for Zim to answer, scrambling to get a heartfelt speech together in your head. Whatever string of words you had managed to stitch together was thrown out the window when the door swung open, revealing a very animated GIR decked out in his doggy disguise. He frantically waved a black 'paw' to you, a grin splitting his face.

"Hi, Sparky!!" He hollered in your face, greeting you with a name that wasn't yours, per usual. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he began talking again, in very much an outside voice. A chip right off the old Irken block. "Didja bring the pizza?!" The little robot inspected your arms curiously, stepping around you to make sure you weren't hiding the greasy pie behind your back.

"I, uh, wasn't aware I was supposed to be bringing pizza." You knew this was just an instance of GIR being GIR, but you went along with it anyway. He couldn't help himself, it was just the way he was wired. Or, maybe it was the fact that his brains consisted of useless pocket junk. It didn't really matter. GIR moved back to stand obediently in the doorway, you peering around the frame to see if Zim was anywhere to be found. He wasn't, which only made the nerves worse. Despite your worry, you kept your voice even and neutral. "May I come in?"

"Mhm!" He hummed, jumping aside to let you in. You closed the door behind you, standing around awkwardly for a moment before turning back to GIR, who was already shimmying out of his doggy suit.

"Do you know where Zim is?" Something seemed to click with GIR, however, it was not something that would answer your question. The poor robot burst into tears, which also wasn't out of the ordinary, falling face first into the floor and pounding his metal claw on the tile.

"That boy missed you so much!! He so sad, he even cried!! He loves youuu...!" He wailed, loud enough to draw Minimoose into the room who offered a soft and sad 'Nyah', seemingly agreeing with the statement. You couldn't confirm, since only Zim and GIR were fluent in the language you lovingly called 'Moosinese'. Tears continued to stream down the robot's metal face as he screamed, Minimoose resting a comforting purple nub on his back.

"Is that true?" Your response was calm, having dealt with GIR's outbursts many a time. You couldn't attest to the accuracy of his words, considering correct information was almost similar to a Russian roulette wheel when it came to GIR.

And as if nothing had ever happened, the robot immediately perked up, popping up to his feet with a smile, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. "Yep!! Master's been down in the base the whole time!! Just sittin' there all shmoopy-like!" A giggle followed, pushing his previous bout of sadness into the past.

"Nyah!" Minimoose showed you a bucktooth grin as he looked to you purposefully.

"Really? Fascinating." Again, you couldn't speak Moosinese, but still, you nodded. The purple moose appeared to be satisfied with your response, floating off to who knows where.

"You wanna come play with the piggy with me?!" GIR bounced up and down, eager to drag you off to roll around on the floor and have a tea party with whatever pig he had brought home this week.

"Maybe some other time, GIR." You weren't opposed to spending time with the little robot, but he wasn't exactly who you were here to see. He didn't seem offended, all he did was shrug his metal shoulders.

"Okie dokie!" He brought his claw up to his forehead in a salute, turning away from you and making a mad dash to the kitchen. You heard a noisy metallic clang echo from the kitchen, and you didn't need to witness the event to visualize GIR smacking face-first into the cabinet.

"Careful, GIR! My milk squid experiment is in there!" A familiar voice rang out from the kitchen, and two immediate questions sprung to mind. The first was why in the name of anything would you keep milk in the cabinet (even if it related to a squid)? The second being just what in the hell had he been doing all this time?

The whiny complaints had quieted to low grumbles as just the alien you wanted to see paced into the living room, eyes cast downwards, antennae drooping. The words that had been forming in your throat were choked into barely a squeak when you got a closer look at him. Zim still didn't seem to notice you, red bug eyes trained on the tile, hands clasped behind his back. That wasn't the surprising bit. A jacket you thought you had lost some time ago was thrown on over his invader uniform. You couldn't remember if maybe you had left it there or maybe Zim had taken without your knowledge, but either way, he was swimming in it. The sleeves were rolled up to meet his wrists, gloved hands peeking out from the fabric. Most of the jacket itself was well past his thighs, stopping just above the knee. It had been just a bit big on you, so of course it would be massive on him. You felt any unease you were feeling immediately leave at the sight. Clearly, he hadn't been enjoying the separation as much as you thought.

"I was wondering where that coat went." A chuckle slipped past your lips. Finally, Zim seemed to notice you, head snapping in your direction, antennae perking up to attention.

"Eh?" He didn't quite register your phrase, almost as if he had been wearing your coat for so long that he had forgotten it wasn't a part of his usual attire. "Y/n, I don't-" Zim looked down at himself, finally realizing why you were staring at him like that. He wriggled out of the jacket faster than you could gush about how adorable it was, throwing it forcefully behind the couch. "YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING!!" He shrieked, pointing a clawed finger at you, antennae flattening against his head in curt embarrassment.

"So, you like my stuff, huh?" You asked cheekily, relishing in his refusal to look at you as he unknowingly clutched the hem of his invader uniform, scuffling his boots on the tile. You couldn't help but snicker. It wasn't often Zim would let himself be sheepish, since he normally knew nothing of shame.

"Nonsense!" He waved a hand dismissively, eyes still refusing to meet yours, although without his contacts, it was a bit hard to tell where exactly he was looking if his head wasn't turned. Crossing his arms tight to his chest, he wracked his brain for possible excuses. "I was just, er, working on repairs and didn't want to get my clothes dirty! Yes! I found this filthy piece of clothing and figured it would suffice." You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he would never admit to the true motivations behind his actions.

Lucky for you, someone else chimed in to voice your exact thoughts. "That's a lie." The computer spoke up from nowhere in particular, monotone voice bringing a growl to rise from Zim's throat.

"YOU'RE LYING!! There is no evidence of this!" The Irken jabbed a claw up towards the direction of the many cables and wires strung across the ceiling. This wouldn't be the first time you've witnessed him get into a spat with his computer. They could be quite entertaining to watch, actually.

"Proof." The computer said in a matter-of-fact tone, the gargantuan TV screen buzzing to life, static clearing to reveal a recording of internal base camera feed. The date was in Irken, but you were wise enough to surmise that it was from some time over the quarantine.

The screen displays Zim begrudgingly wandering over to the voot cruiser in the hangar. In the video feed, he looks decently depressed, antennae slack and hanging limp, posture slouched. He climbed into the ship, looking for something. Whatever it was, his search came to an unresolved end as he lifted your jacket from the seat. Apparently, you had left it in there the last time he had taken you for a flight. His eyes darted around to make sure he wasn't being watched, slipping on the coat and hugging his arms to his chest. The sleeves extended well past his hands. He brought them to his face, sniffing them. A delighted smile ghosted his mouth as he rubbed the sleeves against his face.

"Why would you record that?!" His voice cracked at the end, and you were trying your best to hold in a laugh as the TV faded back to static for a split second before opening on another instance.

This time the video depicted GIR and Zim sprawled out on the couch, watching something on the TV. Zim was wrapped in your coat as if it were a blanket, seeming to be content enough with it. GIR had reached out a claw for the article of clothing, wishing to share. Zim hissed, yanking the coat away from his grip, swiping a clawed hand out like a cat. Clearly, he wanted it all to himself.

This time you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. You tried to apologize, especially since the Irken standing next to you looked absolutely horrified. You were sure he felt his dignity had just faded away right along with the video feed.

"Oh, and my personal favorite." The computer added helpfully as yet another recording presented itself on the TV. This one was a bit tougher to make out.

Zim was down in the depths of the base, and much was dark, the only light being cast from a large monitor just off screen. You were able to see Zim, sitting on the floor, sporting your jacket. He stared longingly at the sleeves that covered his hands. After a moment he shoved his face into his arms and knees as tears slipped down his face. You could only make out the tears due to the light being thrown from the monitor, making them glisten like jewels. Separation appeared to be much harder on him than you had thought. Maybe that was why he had been ignoring you, although it seemed counterproductive. It was possible that texting you made him miss you more.

Zim was not amused in the slightest by this particular clip. He stamped his foot on the tile, making frenzied cutting motions with his arms.

"COMPUTER!!!" His voice was high in volume, but a nervous chuckle laced each syllable. "I think that is quite enough!"

The computer groaned, cutting the feed back to static, eventually switching the TV off completely. "I was just trying to be accurate."

"You only seem to care about accuracy when it is of no benefit to Zim!!" You could only imagine what was going through Zim's head in the moment, because from the outside, he was a ball of red hot rage. However, the computer was having none of his antics, going dormant once more.

"Zim? You're up here." You raised a hand above your head to indicate his anger level. "I need you to be down here." You lowered your hand to your abdomen, knowing that was a complete stretch to ask for. Especially since he was so upset he was stringing together curses in Irken. He would only speak in his native tongue around you when he was incredibly furious. His teeth were gritted tightly, foot tapping audibly on the tile.

"That damn computer." His growl was closer to that of a feral animal, and although he was calm enough to speak in English, he still required some de-escalation.

"Relax, we'll just pretend it never happened."

"Good. Forget about those recordings." His eyes were narrowed, but he was relenting his irritation.

"What recordings?" You shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Zim seemed appeased, and in a split second, all of his anger was gone and replaced by something else entirely. All the fight seemed to leave his body as he looked to you, red eyes softening completely when they caught your own. He seemed relieved to see you, as if being away was one of the hardest things he had been through in years.

Wordlessly, he strode over to you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your chest. Soft Zim was a rare occurrence, but these moments were something you absolutely treasured. It almost made the months of isolation worth it.

You returned the action, and the second you put your arms around him, every muscle in his body relaxed. It was a bit strange, really. To have a hardened alien soldier all but melt in your arms. He wrapped his legs around you as well, clinging to you like a koala. It wasn't hard to maintain balance since he really wasn't all that heavy.

"Couch." He mumbled, his chin resting on your shoulder as his arms were draped around your neck, your own arms supporting him under his legs. A chuckle fell from your lips at his behavior. At first it seemed like he had no energy, but in reality, it was closer to him being soothed by your presence. You were about the only living creature, scratch that, the only thing in the entire universe that could ease him like this; even he wasn't sure why you had this effect on him.

"Sure thing." You walked him over to the couch, using one arm to snag your jacket off the floor before sinking down into the cushions. There was a bit of a strange smell emanating from where you sat, most likely due to GIR spilling countless snacks, messes that weren't completely cleaned up. It wasn't super potent, and in that particular moment, it wasn't one of your concerns.

As you sat on the couch, Zim remained cuddled into you. A snicker slipped out as you tossed your coat over him as if it were a blanket. At first you assumed he would protest, proclaiming that he wasn't cold, nor a weak little smeet who needs to be cared for. So when he removed his arms from you, you were bracing yourself for a lecture and/or rant. However, all he did was tuck the jacket around him better, silently snaking his arms back around you afterward.

"You really did miss me, huh?" It was a redundant question, since without even saying, you both were aware of the answer. Still, you wished to hear him say it. It would put you in good spirits.

"Your absence was...not pleasant." His voice was uncharacteristically hushed, muffled by your clothes. His words were chosen delicately, as they always were when he didn't want to admit to something that he knew to be true.

"So you missed me." The smile that was spread on your face shone through your voice.

"If that is what you would like to think." Zim made an attempt at being snarky, but any mockery in his words was half-hearted at best. Breathing a sigh, you let your head fall back against the back of the couch. You knew full well that was the best you could hope to glean from him, even in his current subdued state.

"For the record, I missed you too."

"As you should. Zim is very great." Looking down, you were met with a sight that melted your heart. The coat still wrapped around him, arms still clinging to you as if you would walk out any minute. Zim's eyes were closed as he laid his head in your lap, quiet purrs rising from his throat as your fingers absentmindedly played with his antennae. You almost thought he would fall asleep.

"I know. You're the coolest Irken I know." You may have only known one, but still. Zim was pretty amazing in your book, despite being a self-absorbed idiot at times. A pleasant silence settled over the room for a moment as you continued to twirl his antennae between your fingers.

His eyes still closed, Zim spoke again, mumbling, "Zim's next plan is to eradicate these abhorrent human pandemics." The words slurred together a bit, and although you knew Irkens to not sleep due to lack of biological necessity, whenever he was completely relaxed, he tended to get drowsy.

"Good luck with that. I support your efforts one hundred percent." Despite the first statement harboring a twinge of sarcasm, the second was completely genuine.

"Does Zim detect a hint of ridicule?" His words may have been a challenge, but not a single eye opened even a crack, not a single muscle in his body so much as twitching.

"All I'm saying is I haven't seen much progress on your original plan of eradicating the humans, and it's been how many years?"

"Quiet or I'll steal another one of your inferior human zip-cloth thingies." He may not have technically stolen the first one, but you had to make a mental note to keep track of your jackets and hoodies. Or at the very least, make sure to keep the ones you wore often out of reach. You supposed in the end it didn't really matter. You would know where to find them if they did happen to go missing. And besides, he did look rather cute in them.

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dcnatural · 4 years

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The Knight In Shining Armor

Word Count: 3123

Pairing: Reader x Arkham Knight!Jason Todd

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: When Scarecrow unleashed his terror in Gotham City, you decide to protect the defenseless, but soon find yourself in the hands of the Arkham Knight.

The moment the city wide alert was emitted, you knew it didn't include you. No one would care to evacuate an orphaned girl. So you watched from the window of the abandoned building you called home as the busses were filled with citizens and then disappeared into the horizon, heading towards safety.

As the night fell onto Gotham, you shivered, knowing what was to come. There was no way you would make it out of this alive. A sob escaped your lips as the realization sunk in. You had survived alone in the streets of the most dangerous city in the world, and now it would all be over with a chemical cloud.

But as you listened to the radio, the news anchor announcing with a trembling voice the explosion in Ace's Chemicals, you decided that if you were going down, you would go down fighting. The Batsignal illuminated the sky, a shining symbol of hope, reminding the poor unfortunate souls that hadn't been able to escape the city in time that perhaps it wasn't the end. And that hope inspired you to leave the relative safety that your home offered to venture into the dark streets, sure that you could also make a difference.

You knew you weren't the only upright citizen remaining, it was virtually impossible to empty a city as huge as Gotham in a matter of hours. And so, while Batman fought to stop Scarecrow and whichever other masked freak that decided to terrorize the town, you would protect the innocents from the commun thugs.

Ducking behind trash bins, you waited until the group of soldiers that patrolled the alley walked past before you raced through the smashed display window of a costumes store. You didn't know where the soldiers had come from, but from the look of their equipment and weapons, you could only assume they were being handsomely rewarded by their services.

You tried not to think about what you would be facing as you rummaged the shop's inventory in search of what you had come for. If you were to fight the bad guys, you would need a costume. As a little kid, Batgirl had been your favorite hero. She showed the world that girls were as capable as men. You had cried when she disappeared. You knew that the only reason why someone like her would drop her career as a vigilante was death, and so you mourned her in silence.

But as you pulled a Batgirl outfit from a pile of trashed clothing on the floor, your grief gave way to courage. Even if it was just a cheap Halloween costume, you would don her legacy and make her proud. Whoever she had been, you were certain she would be smiling in heaven, happy that someone kept spreading her message.

The cheap spandex dug into your body, sweat making it stick uncomfortably to your skin. But that was only a minor inconvenience and you wouldn't let it stop you. You smiled at your reflection in the mirror. The yellow cape hung behind you, framing your purple clad figure. Your own black military boots stood out from the rest of the outfit, but since the costume didn't come with footwear, they would have to do.

You didn't have batarangs, only your old and reliable crowbar; nor did you possess a grappling hook, but you had enough experience climbing into places you shouldn't to be positive that you would be fine without one.

The patrolling soldiers entered your line of sight once more, and you hid behind the store's counter while you waited for them to turn the corner and disappear. It wasn't them you planned to fight.

Your small body passed unnoticed by the streets as you headed to the docks, where you knew most low lifes would be. Everything smelled of urine and old beer, and you grimaced as the nauseous scent filled your nostrils. A party of criminals hang around a lit barrel that served as a makeshift fireplace. A gagged police officer was tied up to a streetlamp in the center of the group, and they laughed as they took turns punching the defenceless man.

You forced yourself to relax before you sprung into the scene, kicking down the closest thug before they even noticed your presence. With a swing of your weapon you brought down another, and then jumped out of sight as they opened fire against you.

Throwing a rock at the lit barrel, you caused it to collapse, engulfing the wooden floor in fire and making the three remaining criminals stumble away disoriented, more worried about not burning alive than killing you. A second too late you realized that unless you were quick enough, the cop would perish in the fire you started. You cursed loudly. Perhaps being a hero wasn't that easy after all.

You held your breath to avoid inhaling smoke and rushed past the ablaze inferno separating you from the officer. Taking a knife that had been dropped on the floor, you cut off the restraints, freeing the man. The metal was hot against your palm, but you ignored the pain.

"Thank you, Batgirl", the cop said as you helped him onto his feet. "Go get them", he added, pressing his gun to your hand.

You nodded and took the weapon, trusting him to get to safety on his own. Somewhere close by, the thugs started shooting again, but you dodged every bullet. The heat was uncomfortable, the flames licked against your suit as you raced between hiding spots. The fire now covered the better half of the pier, making it unavoidable.

Before you had a chance to ready your pistol, gunshots filled the air, followed by three damp thuds of limp bodies crashing to the ground. You crooked your neck to see who was your mysterious helper, but you couldn't see anyone in the darkness.

Suddenly, gloved hands wrapped around you, one covered your mouth to silence you and another keeping you close against your assailant's chest. Your grip on the gun faltered and it fell to the floor leaving you unprotected.

"What do we have here?", a modulated voice whispered close to your ear. You felt something hard pressing against the side of your neck and you froze. "Move and I will kill you, do you understand?"

You nodded immediately, terrified of the man holding you hostage. This definitely hadn't gone the way you had expected it to. The hand muzzling you moved away and the man chuckled as pleas that he let you go fell from your lips. Pathetic whines begging for mercy and you knew that he would only make fun of. But your desire to live was bigger than your pride.

He dragged you away from the burning pier and into a waiting car, shoving you inside before holstering back his gun. From outside, the vehicle resembled a military tank but the inside could very well belong to a fancy limousine, another demonstration of the wealth of this militia.

The leather seat was soft beneath your body and you ran your hands over the luxurious fabric, certain that it must have cost more than everything you had ever owned.

Your captor settled in the seat in front of you and you took a good look at him. He didn't wear the same red and black uniform as the others, but rather a glassy gray suit with a stylized "A" on the chest.

"The Arkham logo", you whispered and he hummed in agreement.

His face was hidden by a mirrored helmet and you noticed how badly destroyed your costume was. Red crept into your cheeks as you became self conscious of just how the tear in your cleavage exposed your breasts.

The car began to move, rumbling down the streets and you saw the abandoned streets passing by in a blur though the window.

“So, you are Batgirl ?”, he asked, the name sounding like a curse.

You tilted your chin up, glaring to where you supposed his eyes would be underneath the mask. “That’s right.” Your unsteady voice betrayed the brave facade you were putting forth. “And you are?”

“I don’t think you are in the position to ask questions here.”

You huffed. “What are you going to do? Kill me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. When he didn’t respond you laughed and shook your head. “Fine, I’ll just call you The Knight In Shining Armor, since it appears that’s the look you were going for.”

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could have sworn he smirked. “Close enough. It’s Arkham Knight, if you must know.”

You stayed quiet for the rest of the trip. He busied himself giving orders and shouting at the communicator in his armor while you fiddled with your cape absently minded. While you had dropped the gun in the pier, you still had the crowbar fastened to your utility belt. If you could smack him with enough strength to leave him disoriented and give you time to escape. The only problem was that you were trapped in a military grade vehicle. You sighed, it was hopeless.

“We arrived”, he announced unceremoniously.

You bit your inner cheek and glanced outside. Instead of the dilapidated warehouses you were used to seeing, tall skyscrapers rose like spirals on the horizon. The mirrored glass windows reflected the moonlight and sniper lasers, creating an infinite amount of sparkling red beams. Your jaw dropped in awe.

“Get out”, he commanded, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the car. Your whole body shook as he led you inside the front entrance of what seemed to be a department store. You sheepishly crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide your exposed skin.

Mannequins littered the floor, expensive clothing draped all over the place like they were nothing, fancy jewelry tossed to the side to make way for the hyper technological equipment that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. Soldiers roamed all over the place, carrying boxes of ammunition or typing on tablets. Whoever these people were, they weren’t amateurs.

The Knight pressed the button and the elevator doors opened, revealing the golden inside of the cab. He nudged you forward and you entered, clutching onto the guardrails for support, since your legs had decided to stop working properly. The doors closed and the cabin jolted before starting to move upwards, causing you to yelp.

“Are you okay?” he asked, an edge of mockery in his tone.

You squinted and sucked in a deep breath. “Just not used to elevators”, you replied as you supressed the urge to throw up.

The doors cracked open and you glanced at the screen on the top of the control panel, where the number 35 shone in green light. You shivered, you had never been in a building so tall.

When you didn’t step outside immediately, the Knight let out another low chuckle. “What? You are afraid of heights?”

“No!”, you quickly replied, hugging yourself tighter. Not wanting to let him think you were scared, you stepped outside.

Panoramic windows covered the circular shaped room, giving you a clear view of Gotham’s skyline. Right in front of you there was a bar counter, a tall shelf filled with liquors standing behind it. To your left, you noticed a large bed, sheets tossed all over the floor along with books and guns cartridges.

“You live here?”, you asked the Knight, who had already moved, reaching the bar and pouring two glasses of a caramel colored liquid.

“Just crashing”, he said. “Pretty nice, thought, isn’t it?”

You nodded along and sat in one of the tall silvery stools that lined the front of the bar. “So, when are you putting that bullet through my brain?”, you asked as you sipped your cup. The liquor burned your throat as it made its way down.

He laughed. His hands reached behind his head and he removed his cowl, revealing a far younger face than you had expected. He couldn’t be much older than you. And he was the most handsome man you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon.

His jet black hair was messy, wild locks sticking up in different directions and his blue eyes seemed to pierce deep into your soul. His face seemed to have been sculpted into perfection, from the sharp jawline to the curve of his nose. His lips were curved into a crooked smile and you wondered how it would be like to kiss them. His left cheek had a ‘J’ shaped scar in it but the rest of his skin was flawless.

“Wanna take a picture?”, he joked and you blushed, realizing that you had been staring.

You shifted your gaze to the floor. “Sorry.”

“No need to be”, he said as he jumped over the counter. “Make yourself at home. There’s a bathroom, but no shower. I have already asked someone to bring up some clothing. The good thing about setting base in a department store is that there’s no shortage of options to choose from.”

As he walked, you eyed his thick tights and sighed. Maybe a picture wasn’t a bad idea after all. He sat in front of a desk and began to type in the keyboard, analyzing data from the many monitors before shouting out orders.

You finished your drink and walked over to the window. Helicopters patrolled the sky and you could see the distinct forms of two airships. Looking down, the cars weren’t more than pebbles.

“What the hell?”, you screamed and jumped backwards. A large winged creature flew by, it’s screeching sound echoing in the night.

“That again?”, the Knight said right behind you, his hot breath brushing against your neck. You hadn’t heard him getting up. “It’s harmless, although I have no idea of what ‘it’ is.”

“Why-- why are you keeping me here?”, you stuttered, suddenly terrified of what fate waited for you.

“Just thought it would be more comfortable than out in the streets,” he answered. “You were only going to get yourself killed.”

“Oh”, the sound escaped your lips. You pivoted on your heels to face him. “I suppose that does make you my knight in shining armor. Thank you, I guess.”

“Anytime, princess”, he replied with a smirk.

This close, it was impossible to ignore your desire to kiss him, and so, tiptoeing to reach his height, you pressed your lips against his. He went stiff and you pulled away, shame creeping into your face once more.

“Why?”, he asked before you could apologize.

“Why what?”

“Why did you kiss me just now?”

“Because I wanted to?”, you answered, unsure if it’s an acceptable response. “And I thought you want to.”

He snickered. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t. But you don’t know me either. And yet you saved me. Even though it seemed more like a kidnapping than a rescue. Besides, you are really good looking.”

“So are you.”

You weren't used to people giving you compliments, especially not when you were covered in smoke and wearing thorn out clothes. "You really think so?"

"I do."

"Can I kiss you again?", you asked shyly.

"You sure about that?"

You rolled your eyes and kissed him, not bothering with a reply.

He wasted no time shoving you against the glass wall, gloved fingers pushing aside what remained of your outfit, tossing your belt aside. His tongue darted into your mouth and you moaned in response. He broke the kiss only to remove his suit before returning, with even more passion than before. It fell awkwardly to the floor, landing with a crashing sound that reverberated deep in your skull. His briefs went down next, releasing his erection and you almost choked at the sight of his bulging cock. He chuckled at your reaction.

You grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, and running your hands over the hard muscles of his chest. You traced his abs while he unhooked your bra, freeing your boobs. Taking a nipple between his fingers, he twisted and pinched it, earning panted cries from you. With the other hand he tugged down your panties, causing them to pool around your ankles.

The cold window at your back was a sharp contrast to the warm body pressed against your front and goosebumps erupted on your skin. You swung your legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on brushing against your slick folds. His fingers dug into your asscheeks, supporting your weight. His lips sucked gently at your collarbone and you craned your neck to give him more room. You wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and guided it to your entrance. The head was smeared with pre-come, and added with your own wetness, it slid inside with ease.

Obscene moans filled the room as your body stretched to accommodate his enormous length. Your nails carved into his back as he began to move his hips back and forth, pumping into you at a fast but steady pace. With every thrust, your body was shoved against the glass and you feared that it would give in and shatter.

He grunted as your walls tightened around him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and biting hard. You felt the skin break and smelled the faint metallic scent of blood. The thought of the marks he would leave only made you clench harder and he throbbed inside you.

Managing to hold you up with one arm, he used his thumb to draw circles on your clit, flicking his expert fingers on the bundle of nerves and adding to your pleasure. You began to rock your hips to meet his rhythm, eager for more friction. Each stroke of his cock managed to hit the perfect spot and a growing wave of warmth began to take over your body. Lost in pure ecstasy, you reached your peak, your muscles contracting to keep him close. His cock twitched shooting thick spurts of cum into you. You didn’t move until you felt him go soft and pull out with a wet pop .

Your body felt weak and when you untangled your legs from his body you wobbled backwards, slumping against the wall. You threw your head back in laughter and he joined you on the ground, crouching by your side.

“Fuck”, you exclaimaed, running a hand along your hair.

“Yeah, we just did.”

You rolled your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut. He picked up your body with ease and carried you to bed, laying you onto the mattress and shielded you from the cold air with a blanket.

“Rest now,” he said softly. “I’ll be back when Batman’s dead.”

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Warmth

Prompt: A nightmare has you rushing out of your room in an effort to escape your thoughts. You just don’t expect to find him at your door.

Ship: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Content: Hurt/Comfort??? I don’t know honestly, they both work through some of their stuff

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This stupid fucking idea WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. I honestly wanted to drop it so badly but instead. It kept pestering me. Now here we are. It’s probably VERY rough but I hope you guys live it nonetheless :’)

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Your lungs are filled with smoke.

Breathing hurts. You feel like you’re burning inside out.

You can hear the crackling of the fire in the distance but you can’t find it in you to care.

You’re too focused on the scene in front of you.

Shoji, Midoriya, and Todoroki stand ahead of you confronting the villains who attacked the training camp.

You’re hidden behind one of the thickest trees you could find, waiting for an opening to launch your own personal attack.

Then you see it.

An opening.

The villains start hopping into their respective portals and then...

Dabi and Compress monologuing to your classmates.

Had this been any other time you’d roll your eyes. Perhaps taunt them at the way they fit every stereotypical villain trope.

But this isn’t any other time. So you move fast.

Without thinking too much you launch forward, your quirk turning you into a burning projectile.

As you move through the air, pieces of ice suddenly appear in front of you. They’re no match for the heat enveloping your body right now. In mere seconds, they’re puddles on the ground as you move forward.

All around you, you can hear the sounds of the battle below but you pay no mind to it. Instead focusing on the villains. Your brain calculating the angle you’d have to shift to to be able to capture them and avoid going through the portal.

But then, something unexpected happens.

Aoyama’s laser shoots through the bushes. The three boys scramble forward. Shoji catches on orb. Todoroki’s snubbed by Dabi.

And then...

Bakugou’s mere inches in front of you.

Somehow, your fire burns stronger.

No longer a sharp orange but instead a bright purple.

You’ve maxed out your temperature limit.

You can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when Bakugou’s right in front of you.

You stretch out your hand, desperately trying to reach him.

Bakugou, his eyes ever resilient, still hold a trace of fear.

You push, surpassing the limits of your quirk that were already being pushed to the brim.

Your body screams in agony, but with Bakugou still in front of you, you fight it.

That still doesn’t deter the scream of agony that seems to be bubbling up through your throat. You can’t stop that, but you can alter it somehow.

“Bakugou!” Your scream is raw pain. You pour every ounce of the pain you feel into it as your quirk continues to burn you alive.

All of your body is on fire except one part. Your right hand.

The one outstretched towards Bakugo.

The one that brushes against his fingertips for a split second.

Then, nothing.

The warp gate is gone. Bakugou gone with it.

A wail of agony slips through your clenched teeth. And as you slam into the wall of trees that stood behind the warp gate another scream of pain rips itself from your mouth.

Everything burns. Your body, your pride, your heart.

You exhausted yourself, damaged your body, and put yourself through hell all just to let Bakugou slip away.

You can’t help the cries that you let out. Ear piercing wails, heavy with pain and agony.

You can hear people calling your name but all you can do is let out sobs. And then suddenly you feel your flames rile themselves up again.

You try to bite it back but suddenly a scream makes its way up your throat and then-

Suddenly you’re shooting up, tumbling from your bed onto the floor. You gasp for air as your eyes start to focus on the dark room around you.

The familiar surroundings of your UA dorm room slowly come back into focus. Coughing, you swivel your head around, your eyes passing over the familiar pieces of furniture and decor that decorate your room.

Turning back to the floor, you close your eyes and attempt to even out your breathing again. Slowly you take deep breaths.

I’m safe. I’m at UA I’m safe. No one can hurt me here. I’m safe.

You repeat this mantra to yourself, over and over again as your breathing evens out. You sit back, bringing your knees up to your chest as your heartbeat begins to simmer down as well.

The Training Camp. Kamino. Bakugou.

They plague your mind when you’re awake and your dreams when you’re asleep. It seems no matter what you try you can’t escape them. You take in a shaky breath as you squeeze your eyes shut.

It’s all over. You’re all safe and accounted for. Bakugou’s back safely. This is a win for you, so what are you so worried about?

But it’s not a win. In fact, this is the furthest thing from it. At best, it’s a stalemate. At worst, well a rather crushing defeat.

Parts of Kamino ward were left decimated, the entire ward nearly destroyed. And with it went All Might as well, no longer a Symbol of Peace.

You rubbed the heels of your palms against your eyes before slowly standing up. Your throat was scratchy, your head hurt, it was way too stuffy in this room. You had to get out for a bit. Maybe some fresh air would help clear your head. Maybe.

Pulling on a light hoodie, slippers and your water bottle you make your way out of your room.

Well, you would have been leaving your had you not found someone outside preparing to knock on your door.

Donning his trademark black tank top and sweats combo, Bakugou freezes in front of you as you open the door. His eyes are widen at your sudden appearance, fist paused mid way through the air, as he blinks trying to regain his composure.

It’s the first time either of you have seen each other since the training camp. You take in his appearance, paying close attention to the exposed skin on his arms. All things considered, he look good, healthy even. No new scars or injuries as far as you can see.

Your analysis of Bakugou’s physical state is interrupted by a choked sound. Your eyes immediately focus on his face, expecting him to be sporting an expression of pain. Instead, his eyes are wider than before, with his mouth slightly agape as he zeroes in on an area of your body. Following his gaze, you feel your face heat up as you realize what he’s staring at.

In your hurry to leave, you hadn’t placed your sweater on properly. The right sleeve had slid down to your elbow, revealing white bandages that encased your arm and your shoulders.

Bakugou could see that they didn’t just end there. In fact, on closer inspection, he saw that the bandages disappeared beneath your clothing. From what he’d heard, it was more likely that they wrapped the entirety of your body. Awkwardly you pull the sleeve back up around your shoulder, zipping it up the middle to hide the rest of your body away. Bakugou observes your actions, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

Clearing his throat, he breaks the silence, “Can I, uh, come in?”

You find yourself nodding before you speak up, “Yeah sure. I’m just going to get some water really qui-”

He holds up a single finger, “Wait here.”

Nodding slowly, you watch in confusion as Bakugou walks briskly down the hallway. Not even a minute later, he’s making his way back up the hall towards you, two water bottles in his possession.

“Can we talk now?”

You nod silently, moving back to let him into your room. After he’s brushed past you, you close the door quietly. Setting down your bottle, you walk over to the balcony, opening the doors to let a bit of fresh air into the room.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you mutter as you push the doors to the side, “but I was also going to get some fresh air.”

Bakugou lets out a hum of acknowledgment, “Hard time sleeping?”

You offer him a small one-sided smile, “Yeah. Something like that.”

You take a seat on the floor, your back pressed up against one of the cold glass doors of the balcony. Bakugou comes over to sit next to you, a sigh escaping from his lips as his skin touches the glass. Silently he hands you one of the bottles he brought before. With a quiet thanks, you unscrew the cap and take small sips of water, relishing the moisture that it provides your otherwise dry mouth.

Silence envelops your room, the only sound coming from the rustle of the leaves as the wind passes by. You close your eyes for a second, letting the fresh air wash over you, enjoying how it filters past your clothing to ease your warm skin.

Next to you, Bakugou takes in a small breath of air before speaking, “I heard what you did.”

Your eyes are still closed. The scenes of the forest flash behind your eyelids as Bakugou continues to talk.

“They told me you nearly killed yourself trying to save me.” He tries to keep his tone even, but tension slowly begins to fill the room. With a topic like this, avoiding difficult conversations is near impossible.

You swallow another sip of water, fingers instinctively tightening around the plastic bottle. Trying to save face, you let out a small laugh, “It wasn’t even that bad,” you say, waving off Bakugou’s concern, “They’re just exaggerating.”

Bakugou knows you too well to fall for your tricks. You’ve done this before, waving off other’s concerns only to land yourself in dangerous situations. He’s not letting you get off so easily this time. Especially not with the current state of your body.

A scoff falls from his lips, “So I guess the bandages are just for show then? New aesthetic you’re trying out?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Bakugou,” you start off slowly, “I’m fine. They’re just skin wounds. They’ll heal over time.”

“Just skin wounds!? Are you listening to yourself right now?”

You sigh, too tired to have a battle with him over the severity of your injuries. Is it not enough that you have to suffer through the process of healing? According to the universe, it wasn’t, so they sent Bakugou here to scold you.

“You were burning alive when they found you,” he hissed, the temperature in the room rising. “That stupid bastard’s ice couldn’t even cool you down. You were melting right through it.”

A heavy sigh, then, “Not to mention, your body was literally fighting itself. Patches of skin trying to use the heat to repair itself and other parts kept lighting themselves up, thinking that your quirk was still in use.”

Heavy breaths fill the room until finally, Bakugou’s voice drops, “You were out cold for five days. Three of those days, they spent accommodating the shifting temperatures of your body. Two other days were spent with special healers to see if they could repair the damage done to your skin.”

“You almost died.” His voice trembles at the end of the sentence. You hear him take a shaky breath, rubbing your hands over your face trying to ease the hurricane of emotions you felt.

You hear shuffling, and suddenly you’re being pulled forward and into a solid, warm body. His arms wrap around you, maneuvering you gently so that your chests press into each other. Your head rests on his shoulder as his hands rub reassuring circles against your back. Your arms come around his back, pulling him closer to you while you breathe in his familiar scent.

“And then,” he mumbles, “I come back just to find you avoiding me.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you murmur into his neck.

“Yeah? So you just happened to avoid the common areas every single time I was there?”

You breathe in, about to answer him before he interjects, “And don’t say it was just a coincidence because I saw you peeking your head around corners trying to see if I was still around.”

You sigh frustratedly, “I just didn’t want you to see me like this. I knew you were going to blame yourself for it.”

Bakugo, somehow, pulls you closer, “That’s because it is my fault.” He presses his face into the crook of your neck, doing his best to stifle the words. But it’s too late. You’ve already heard them.

You pull away just a bit, pushing back against Bakugou’s chest breaking the contact between you. He lets out a sound of displeasure at the loss of contact but ultimately holds your gaze. You raise a hand up, cradling his face as you look at him.

“This wasn’t your fault,” you begin, shaking your head as you continue, “This was my body. My own quirk did this to me. I pushed myself past my limit. That’s on me.”

Bakugou’s eyes drop to the space between you, refusing to meet your gaze. You feel his body tense up below you, his hands tightening in the fabric of your clothing as he glared downward.

“They were after me. They attacked the training camp looking for me. Kamino was demolished because they were saving me. You pushed yourself past your limit because of me!”

Below you, you can feel the tremors that take hold of his body. Cautiously you use your hand to tilt his head up. His eyes were watery, blinking continuously to prevent tears from slipping out. Still, one managed to slip out, making a slow descent on the slopes of his face. Using your free hand, you wiped the tear away before cradling his head. Slowly you brought his head forward, tilting it downward as you pressed a small kiss to his forehead before pulling back.

“This isn’t your fault Bakugou,” you stroke his cheek as you continue, “Things were about to hit the fan sooner or later. Everyone felt that. It’s something that was bound to happen. It could’ve happened anywhere, to anyone. This isn’t on you.”

Bakugou holds your gaze for a moment before nodding. His face turns downward once again as the tears flow freely. You’re there, wiping away gently with the sleeves of your wrist as you cradle his head, planting small kisses on his forehead. You hold him, comforting him and murmuring reassuring words as he lets out the emotions he’d been harboring for days. His hold on you never falters.

Time passes as the two of you hold each other, making up for lost time. Bakugou’s shaking has simmered down into soft trembles. His forehead is pressed into your neck as he takes deep breaths, calming himself after his emotional release. Your hands rake through his head slowly as you continue to leave the occasional kiss on his forehead.

He takes a shuddering breath, “What happens now?”

He pulls back to look at you. Red rimmed eyes gaze at you, framed by furrowed eyebrows as he looks to you for an answer.

You sigh deeply, “We train. We grow. We get stronger.”

You pull one of his hands into yours, interlacing your fingers together, “So we’ll be ready the next time they come.”

Next time.

God. Could you handle a next time? Could he? You both know that the League is far from done with their meddling. They could come back at any moment. With stronger players and perhaps strong allies. And yet…

Bakugou nods at you, eyes determined, “Next time. We’ll be ready.”

His tone is infectious, and you find yourself nodding back at him.

Quietly, the two of you begin to untangle yourselves and rise together.

His hands come to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on the fabric of your sweats. You smile gently as you decipher the look on his face.

“Bakugou?”

He hums in response, eyes meeting yours again.

“Could you stay the night? I’ll, uh, sleep better if I know you’re safe with me.”

He nods, one of his hands moving to cradle your face, “Of course.”

He tugs you towards the bed, “Let’s go to bed.”

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