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mtchacffinz · 11 months

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to be loved for you

prompt!!! Dan Heng never dealt with jealousy. He learns bitterly that sometimes, he can't deal with it rationally!

content!!! SFW, gn! reader, fluff, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, first kiss, clingy! Dan Heng

note!!! I love him too much. So far, all he's been getting from me is fluff 💔 frankly, i cant muster any freaky-freaky stuff with this man 🤔 got anything? my asks are open 🩷

To be someone who relied on relations by circumstance, you would always cherish each and every one of those who cross your path. May they be old and wise, or young and restless— Greeting them with the brightest smile, they'd always find themselves enamoured by your energy. Maybe this is why you attract so many people? Dan Heng was aware of that. He never spoke up about it, though. After all, he was one of the many who was caught bulls eye with each strum of his heart.

He knew you were capable of fending off threats yourself. He knew you were somebody who could defend someone from harms way.. and he especially knew just how gentle and kind you treat everybody.

Oh, what is he doing? Sulking all by himself in the archives. Dan Heng's thoughts ran rampant the past minutes. This happens when he's alone or sitting idly by. The poor man's thoughts catch up to him leaving him disgruntled. The thing is, you could always see it in his face.

You've been out and about for a while. He misses you, you know. Not that he would admit! Dan Heng's stubborn, just like that. He's definitely not mulling over how you're attention has been elsewhere, either. He doesn't mind. You have the freedom to do what you want! Just leave him sulking here in the archives unattended, it's okay.

The teal eyed prince clicks his tongue. That chatty, flirty, touchy writer. At first, Dan Heng thought that he was quite a man. The writer guy was nice and respectful with a golden gaze for things that were held high. That said, the Author quickly took interest in you.

He was never one to be possessive. Why should he? You're not even in a relationship. But sometimes, as soon as the guys hands find their way towards yours, intertwining in a clasp, something in him dims. Suddenly, his eyes can't leave your figure. It was your smile again, and Dan Heng's not at the receiving end of it.

You're not on the express today, either. A shame. Seriously, that guys been hogging you all week! What's up with that? Don't even get him started on "(Y/n), my muse. Accompany me today?" bullcrap! It's nothing but a sappy excuse to get into your pants so bad! Seriously, the absurdity. Dan Heng shakes off the thoughts before they continue. Did you know? Just by his gaze alone, someone could freeze in their place— like daggers against their back.

"Hmm? Mr. Ferr, are you okay?"

"It's nothing, my sweet, I strangely caught a shiver in my spine.." the author, Ferr, replied calmly.

"Okay. So about your first draft.."

Draft this, draft that, can't he got an editor instead?!

Irk marks basically float up his head just thinking about what they're talking about right now. Can you blame him? He's been neglected.

Dan Heng slaps himself, hard.

Woah. He's getting way ahead of himself. Him? Neglected? In what way? Again, it's not like you're both in a relationship. It's not like he's entitled to your affection in any way. Dan Heng really needs to calm down. Lately, all he's been doing is updating the archives. He's also learned of what you will be traveling for next, and added data with a note addressed to you as well. His calloused hands were flipping through various pages all day, pulling apart scrolls and wiping away holograms.

His thoughts become strangely quiet. His presence was like frost.. constant. A little chilly. He starts to fiddle with his fingers, his gloves, and his nails.

He really misses you a lot.

Can you come back soon?

Dan Heng sighs. He stands up with his impeccable posture as usual. Those arms held scrolls and books, and puts them back where he got them from. At this point, he's zoned out. He exits the Archives, strolling near the parlor car. Light footsteps echo throughout the space with Dan Heng taking in the air of tranquility within the express; It seemed like everyone had their own agenda today.

Well, except for one.

"Dan Heng," Himeko's sweet, gentle voice called out for him. The boy turned towards her, a little surprised. She smiles, and beckons him to sit with her. Her silky locks framing perfectly on her face, she put a stray strand behind her ear. "Come, I have coffee to share."

Dan Heng was indeed in dire need of indulgence. Without hesitation, he walked over to the red head and sat down. He forgot how comfortable the sofa was.. his nerves began to relax. Himeko starts to pour the hot beverages into elegant coffee cups, befitting if her style. It was comfortable silence, the stars glistened into glass windows— reflecting the beauty of life. Himeko seems to have noticed his aloof vibe, joining him to stare at the stars. Opening her lips, Himeko starts.

"You've been busy for a while."

"Being an archivist is a lot of work, huh?"

"I have."

"It's fine." The gentle lady can't help but chuckle. He's so dry. This only confirms her hypothesis. That daunting look on his figure may intimidate some, but not Miss Himeko. Never Miss Himeko. She doesn't want to expose her hidden agenda now, but she just can't wait to run her mouth. After all, Dan Heng's been down the weather and it's very obvious as to why.

"(Y/n) wanted me to prepare these for you. Enjoy them." She takes a sip. His expression softened. Dan Heng can't help but think bitterly. It'd be lovely if they were her to prepare these herself, but the teal eyed prince quickly take back the thought.

"I'm thankful.. but why? Is there an occasion? I don't seem to recall any." He speaks in a cautious manner. The woman only sighs, a palm on her cheek.

"Be honest with me, Dan Heng." Her tone quickly changed. Now her eyes are staring into his. Like it was rummaging through his soul. Dan Heng's feet were cold. He couldn't contest her gaze, so he averts his eyes. Himeko frowns at this, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"Your eyes betray you greatly."

He was a little taken aback. His eyes? He was never expressive. He was sure he'd been called at least poker faced and stoic before.. Dan Heng's brows narrowed. "I beg your pardon?"

Himeko only chuckles, dismissing her last claim. "I'll tell you what. They'll be here soon.. and they're going to leave just as quickly." She adds the last statement with dramatic disdain before the elegant lady takes a sip once again. Dan Heng's stomach drop. Ah.. he's lost the appetite to even finish his mug. Himeko continues. "Ferr is taking them to a space station for one of his projects. Given the current circumstances, they have no reason to refuse."

His face scrunched in annoyance upon hearing the name again. Mr. Ferr this, Mr. Ferr that! He's getting sick of him. Taking (Y/n) on a space ship? How long will that take? Is it some sort of rendevous? A date?

..will you come back?

"i don't think that decision befalls to us. (Y/n) is capable of making decisions.."

"I don't want them to go."

"..on their own because— wait, what?"

Himeko chuckles dryly. "I don't want (Y/n) to go, you know? It's selfish thought, I know. But, it's good to be selfish once and a while now, right?"

That was a half baked lie. First of all, Himeko fully supports what (Y/n) wants. But Ferr.. isn't exactly known for his patience. Himeko knows full well as soon as (Y/n) steps in the spaceship— he'd pull something like a proposal! A profession, a deal! She's not stupid, Himeko is far from dense. The Scientist knows that the Author has a huge thing for you, and it shows. And knowing Dan Heng? He'd just nod along albeit against it. She can't just stand here and let them distance each other! Himeko's seen it.. that prying gaze of a distraught, pining lover.. the watchful eyes of a lovestruck persona. The only way to get a stubborn man to act, is through tremendous pressure!

Dan Heng's lips pursed.

"And you want me to.."

"You don't have to, really."

"But.. if it will benefit them, should we encourage it? After all, they're energetic and knows their way with words. There must be some sort of good reasoning behind his invitation."

"I don't know. Do you want them to go?"

"I.." Dan Heng couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't form a response at all. Does he want you to go? If you would enjoy yourself, he'd love to allow it.. If you'd return with a smile on your face, tell him all about what happened, he'd love to receive you with utmost sincere..

Even if it took atleast a hundred years for you to return to him.

...Hundred years his ass! You will not spend a hundred years with that man!

"If (Y/n) wants to, I personally don't see why not." Dan Heng's thoughts actively contrasted his responses. A stubborn man.. Himeko sighs, an apologetic smile on her lips. Finally backing away, the lovely lady puts down her mug and sits straight.

"It's okay to be honest. After all, they.. wish for something."

Dan Heng replies quickly in a heart beat. "I will be honest, then. I want their wish fulfilled."

"Then you better greet them in tip-top shape." Himeko winks saying this, standing up to excuse herself. Dan Heng tilts his head in this, not quite sure if what the she's implying. Himeko only had that knowing smirk on her pristine face. The lady excuses herself promptly, leaving Dan Heng all by himself. The man is once again left alone with his thoughts, except this time, he has new material to work with.

"Great..." He huffs bitterly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just.. splendid." God, his head hurts. He's tired and he's drowsy. At this point, he doesn't find anything of urgency at the moment— only thinking about grasping that sudden warmth the sofa beneath him exerts. Dan Heng would like to find peace of mind at least once in a while. Both that in mind, his eyes find their way to the Parlor ceiling, half lidded and tired.

Slowly, his breathing calms down.. and slowly, his eyes drift closed, consciousness slipping away from his grasp.

Slowly.. the darkness embraced him, and his body rested in slumber.

You stand a little surprised.

After all, Dan Heng was casually sitting upright— his eyes closed. Is he napping? Is he okay? You're not sure, and you're concerned. Frankly, you were supposed to be here for him— feeling that he deserves at least an apology that you haven't been getting back to his messages in a while. But looking at the sight.. he looks like he's accompanied at the moment.

Such a hard working guard. The guard of the express, the unmatched Archivist of the Nameless.. the one who would always hold your heart gently. You swore if he blew air on your figure, you'd crumble immediately. The only one who'd sway your heart. That's how much power he holds, his whole fingers wrapped around your being with an invisible string keeping you binded to him.

You curb a grin. Strolling near your quarters, you pick up something warm. A blanket. You envelop his stature in a comfortable tuck, pausing for a moment to take in the melancholic state Dan Heng's exhibiting. The handsome prince's eyes fluttered closed, lips slightly apart. If he's sitting upright sleeping, then he must be atleast tired enough to sleep but still be on his feet.

But he doesn't know that, he doesn't need to.

"Ah.." was all Dan Heng could muster. You look back at him in a awe, but quickly recovered. You didn't remove his hands on your wrist, you held onto them instead. The archivists eyes softened, his brows relaxing. You attempt to give him a smile, defusing the tension.

Your sightseeing was cut short when Dan Heng started to stir, his eyes fluttering open. It was for a short moment, the first those greyish teal eyes found their way towards yours.. and the way they slightly widened upon meeting gazes with you, Dan Heng's slender, warm fingers slowly snuck their way toward your wrist; apprehending their movements further. Dan Heng held onto you like you were unreal, like you were unbelievable. Oh, he looks stricken. He looks.. almost as surprised as you. Dan Heng doesn't say anything yet, the blanket that was once on him fell off just a little while ago.

"Hey. Sorry. It looks like I woke you up.." You offer an apologetic smile. He quickly shakes his head at this, responding to you in haste.

"No.. no. Don't apologize."

"I have a lot of apologizing to do."

"No, you.." before he could finish, he cuts himself off. Why must he be so accepting? He keeps brushing his feelings aside, and before he knows it, he utters something he doesn't even mean. No, he's not okay. No, it's not fine. You upset him greatly. He couldn't focus on anything because you weren't answering his messages. Your phone was unreachable.

You had Dan Heng worried sick. What if something happened to you? You reckless, Trusting, thick skulled—

"Everything good?"

Your voice immediately snaps him out of his thoughts. Dan Heng let's out a small breath, his hands still clutching yours. He was still sitting down, and you were towering over him. God.. just by your gaze alone, he's already so full. If you could just stay with him a little longer, he feels like this churning in his stomach would go away soon. He wants you so bad, he needs you so bad.. he doesn't want you to let go anytime soon.

To your surprise, Dan Heng himself removed his hold on you. His movements were slow and languid, like a flow of water within the rivers. Moving in chorus, mellifluous.. elegantly. You can't take your eyes off him at all. Dan Heng clung to your waist. His warm body enveloped your lower half, nuzzling deep into your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp.

Suddenly, your face is hot. Your stomach was dancing with abundant butterflies, and you don't know where to put your hands. As if the archivist could read your mind, his hands led yours into his head, fingers entangling itself into those dark locks. They were so soft.. so warm and lovely. Your hands run through his hair gently— cherishing just how close he is to you at this moment. What's up with him? He seems to be a little more laid back.

Dan Heng shifts in his place. That's when he finally looks up at you. His arms around you, eyes looking directly at yours. You could see his expression.. eyes soft. Gentle. A slight pout— face flushed. It looks like he wants to say something, and it's still processing in that pretty head of his.

Dan Heng's hold on you tightens, you didn't fail to notice. He wants to be selfish for once. Let him be selfish for once. Just once. With a small breath and a soft tone, he finally utters.

"Don't go."

It was getting harder and harder to calm your heart down, and that didn't get any better.

Your heart immediately melts, and your knees almost gave out. What? Go where? Has the rumours already spread? Whatever it was, it's not happening. Especially if he asked you, it's already set in stone. "I won't. Not anywhere." You respond tenderly. Dan Heng's eyes lit up. You swore his fingers even twitched just a little bit. A little more after, his face suddenly scrunched. The archivists' frame was decorated with blazing hues of red. Whatever he's thinking seems to strain him so. Not even bothering to give you time to further analyze, he stands up from his seat, arms still around you. This time, you have no idea what'll he do. Dan Heng's eyes averted yours, hesitantly taking a step closer. My.. your palms are starting to sweat. This is the effect of anticipation.

When he pulled back from you, Dan Heng quickly analyzed your expression to see even a tinge of displeasure. Now you.. face decorated with the hue of peony, looked awe struck. Absolutely enchanted.. bewildered, blown. Gathering your nerves to work back up again, your eyes slowly trailed back to his nervous ones: awaiting your reaction.

"..You can hit me after this." Dan Heng suddenly says, making you tilt your head in confusion. So carefully, he cupped your cheeks. Whatever that was you were going to say was caught in your throat. There was a bubbling feeling in your chest, waiting to pop open; and as soon as his lips brushed past yours, it popped so beautifully vibrant it blinded your vision for but a moment. As your eyes fluttered closed and his eyes half lidded, he greedily drank the sight of you from his eyes.

Dan Heng's eyes widened once you grabbed his collar— smashing your lips back to his. The kiss you've given him burned with fervor, impatient, like you've been yearning for more. You were starved of his lips— like a lone hawk hunting for aeons.

Now that the opportunity presented itself, might as well make the most of it.

The archivist had a hard time keeping up with you, keeping the both of you straight by holding the small of your back. Your arms were in Dan Heng's chest— eagerly taking him in yours. By the time you both ran out of air, you were standing in amidst the parlor car— with the stars accompanying the moment being the sole witness. You could hear Dan Heng's heartbeat whilst you rest your head on his chest. Clutching his jacket, it was tempting to go for another one again.

There was silence. A lot of words hung out in the air. The first to cut through the already light air around you was you.

"For how long?"

Dan Heng breathed heavily, burying his nose into your hair. He thinks about it for a long time before finally answering.

"Quite a while."

i went a little overboard sorry! (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠) edited it a lil bit

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semperama · 1 year

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if you wanna write sorta angst— maybe forced outing maxiel or ex husbands with benefits maxiel

Ex husbands with benefits is SO my thing. I LOVE a good exes fic! I might write a longer one someday, but here's a little taste.

In the few minutes afterward, when they're laying side by side, Daniel's leg draped over his, Daniel's come dripping out of him--it's hard to remember why this ended.

Max doesn't mind LA. It's not his favorite place in the world, but he could live here, for Daniel. He would have preferred Australia. Before the end, he dropped hints all the time that he'd be happy in Perth, on the farm, if that's what Daniel wanted, but Daniel always brushed him off for reasons Max still doesn't understand.

And he doesn't mind Daniel's life now, his friends. He's never been a fan of celebrity culture, but he won't say no to the exclusive parties and exclusive clubs. He doesn't even mind weighing in on Daniel's near-constant new merch designs, though he doesn't care about fashion even a fraction as much as Daniel does. He doesn't care about it at all, in fact, but he can suck it up. He knows how to do that much.

"How long are you in town?" Daniel asks, still a little out of breath. They didn't do the small talk beforehand. Daniel pounced as soon as he opened the door, tossing Max's bag against the wall in the foyer with a thud before dragging him to the bedroom.

"Couple weeks, maybe," Max says. "The next race is in a month, but I wanted to spend some time with my mom too."

He can feel Daniel tense up, and--yeah, Max remembers now. All their fights. I thought you were retiring at the end of this year, Daniel would say. What would I do then? Max would answer. Max is 35 now, older than Daniel was when he stopped racing, older than a lot of people, but...he still doesn't know the answer to that question. Doesn't know what he would do if he stopped.

Kids? Daniel had suggested once, but Max recoiled from the idea like it had burned him. He loves kids. He's even good with kids. But there's a difference between playing with his sister's kids and raising ones of his own.

"You're staying here?" Daniel asks, and his voice is flat, like he doesn't care one way or another. Or maybe like he'd prefer if Max didn't.

"I can get a hotel if you want."

"No, no." Daniel sighs, rolls toward Max and drifts his fingers idly over one of Max's nipples, making it pebble up and making Max shiver. "That doesn't make sense. You know you're always welcome here."

Max shuts his eyes, swallows hard. "Always?" he asks. He doesn't want to see the expression on Daniel's face. Daniel might lie to him.

Daniel doesn't answer at all, though. Instead, he rolls on top of Max and wraps his fingers around Max's wrists, pins them above his head. Max opens his eyes and looks up at Daniel, and he has to bite down on the urge to tell him he loves him. Because he does. Always has. Since the moment he met him.

It'll hurt Daniel to hear it, though, so he holds the words back. He never wants to hurt Daniel, but he always seems to be doing it anyway.

"I want you here," Daniel says, and then leans down to take Max's bottom lip between his teeth, like he doesn't want Max to say anything back. It helps, to have Daniel's mouth on his. He bucks up against him, kisses him back, and hopes Daniel can't feel what he's feeling, hopes they can both be happy with just this.

#maxiel #f1 #my writing #thank you guys for these awesome prompts #these are the only words i've been able to write in weeks

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flanklurker · 2 years

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Hello !! I ADORE your work, and I was wondering if I could request a Yoru x F!Healer!Reader with some Hurt/Comfort ?? I have this idea where : Yoru and Reader have a similar relationship as him and Phoenix (very competitive) but maybe they get into a petty argument and Yoru ofc is really cold and mean and says something totally out of line a few days before a mission (maybe Abt how she's no one's first pick when getting healed) ?? The rest of the protocol can feel the tension but don't say anything when they get to the mission location ; Eventually our team wins but as Reader does one last sweep of the area alone she finds Mirror!Yoru in bad condition, and they sort of come to an agreement that Reader will heal him (bc she can't stand to see him hurt even though she's upset w him) and then they will never speak of this again ?? Maybe some small talk and Mirror!Yoru is being surprisingly nice and gives her advice on how to approach Yoru... Once they part ways and Reader gets back to base, it slips out what happened as she's talking with Mirror!Yoru and instead of being really angry, Yoru is confused and is like "Why would you heal him / me, after all that mean shit I said to you ? Wouldn't I be the last person you look for? " and they eventually make up- bc I JUST KNOW Yoru has a hard time coming to terms with the fact people genuinely care Abt him. IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT / NOT ANYTHING YOUD WANT TO WRITE !! THANK YOU EITHER WAY <3

This prompt brought me so much joy, I’m an absolute slut for hurt/comfort pump that shit straight into my veins. Hope you like~

Yoru x Fem!Healer!Reader: Kiss and make up

Yoru wasn’t usually this pissy. Like,, you get it. He has a reputation to uphold as a hypercompetitive, cool bastard. Sure.

But making such a big deal out of not being selected for the mission to Portugal in Omega? It was clearly hitting him hard.

“Awww Yoru, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Phoenix calls over the milk jug. “Like, you know we have multiple teams right? Like, they need you for icebox. No one else can fuck around with the enemy’s intel on the ground like you can my guy.”

Yoru’s eyebrow twitches and his hands fiddle idly with the spoon in his hand. “What’s it to you, fire boy? You can barely last ten seconds when you get going, I’m surprised they’d take you anywhere.”

Phoenix lets out a low whistle. “Someone’s got his cranky pants on this morning hey.” He turns to you with a pointed look. “Good luck with that one.”

You clap Phoenix on the shoulder as he heads out from the table, and settle down next to Yoru, who maintains a stony silence.

“Yoooooru,” you call gently. He shifts with irritation, jabbing his spoon back into the cereal with a wet thunk. “Hey there, how ya doing hotshot?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather girl.”

Ah, it was gonna be like that, huh.

You take a mouthful, and nonchalantly ask: “hey, you looking forward to icebox? I hear they have some pretty good recreation activities for team bonding~”

His grip tightens further. Yep, definitely pissy about it.

You continue, innocently enough: “I for one am looking forward to checking out the geodome on Omega and testing out these sweet kicks Neon got me. Thoughts?”

You gently nudge his foot under the table. A vein pops in his forehead.

“At least I’m not a pity pick, you shady bitch.”

“Hoooo~? What’s that supposed to mean, Mr Sunshine?”

“I mean I just think it’s interesting that you’re supposed to be a healer but they also had to send Sage along.” He toes the ground and prods at his food without taking any.

“Uhhh, congrats Yoru, she’s the one person here that can bring people back from the dead.”

“Yeah, she’s actually helpful when she heals. Plus she doesn’t nag.”

Okay, you were starting to get a little irritated now.

“Dude, if you stopped getting yourself into stupid situations maybe I wouldn’t have to literally tell you what to do as much. I don’t think this is a me thing.”

“Keep telling yourself that Miss Nurse. But at the end of the day if I was stuck on a mission with someone annoying, I’d want them to at least be able to bring me back to life.”

Dude, fuck this guy.

“Welp, I’ll let Sage know then,” you say, rising abruptly from your seat. “On the mission, today. That Brim didn’t put you on.”

“See you later then, Miss MVP,” he sings back at you. You ignore the bait and stalk out.

Yoru maintains a cold smile as you leave, but it’s pushed out through gritted teeth and feigned apathy.

---

As much as this mission should have you on edge, you can’t quite process the gravity of the task for all the ruminating you’ve been doing. Why did it get under your skin so much when Yoru got like this?

It wasn’t like the other agents ever through shade on your abilities—quite the opposite. Very quickly after joining, you were put on a lot of the most demanding missions alongside all the high flyers. They’ve only ever had words of praise and gratitude, and objectively you’ve guided them through many many close calls.

So why did you feel so useless about it?

You try your best to shake yourself out of it as Brim gives the lowdown. Sova, Sage and Phoenix all stand, varying degrees of agitated as you went over the plan for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

You of course have familiarised yourself with the brief well in advance, but it looks like this time even Phoenix is giving his undivided attention to Brim.

The task is simple. Split your forces and push through B-site. Destroy enemy utility as you find it, wait for smokes and neutralise anything and anyone in your path.

As you start prepping your guns, Phoenix drifts over to fix up his frenzy next to you. Preoccupied in your own thoughts, you don’t notice till he gently shoulder chucks you.

You turn around with a ‘hmm?’ and for a moment it looks like he wants to say something. But then Brim starts issuing start-up commands and the moment passes. He heads back to join Sage at the entrance to mid.

You grit your teeth, and ready your rifle. No do-overs. Just guns up and go.

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The attack goes… better than expected. Between you and Sage, you manage to keep any injuries on the crew to a minimum. Sova’s recon is on point, Phoenix creates space and Brim makes the right calls to keep you on track.

Eventually you stand, bloodied, sweating and alive in the middle of site. Sage tends to a couple of bullet holes in Brim’s shoulder, Phoenix is brushing the soot off his shoulder.

You clock Sova limping over to Brim, looking fairly haggard and favouring his left ankle. You get the sense this was a big fight for him even after a sleepless night. You can see him gesturing out to the entrances to site, and Brim pursing his lips in thought, clearly weighing something over. God. The man doesn’t rest.

You weigh up your options and sigh, eventually going over to put a gentle hand on Sova’s back, careful to avoid the deep gash in his right shoulder.

“C’mon owl boy, I’ve still got some recon stuff up my sleeve. Let me handle this one yeah?”

Sova’s noises of protest are quickly cut off as Brim chimes in: “That’d be great actually, kid. Just a regular sweep, and Kay/0’s on radar in case anything big comes up.” He shoots you a grateful look.

You can see Sova mulling things over, before eventually he accedes to Brim’s command. “Stay safe, dove.”

“You know me,” you call back over your shoulder, reloading your ammo and adjusting your straps. “If trouble finds me, she runs.”

You set to work, clearing area by area. You marvel at the architecture, embedded with radianite that now lays dormant in the walls and balustrades. Most of the technology resembles yours, but occasionally you come across wirings and contraptions that you haven’t seen back on your home world, even in Killjoy’s lab.

May as well snap a few pictures then. You’re sure she and Cypher would appreciate a couple of schematics.

Poised with your phone in hand, a very subtle shift from the corner of the room sets your hairs on end. Shit. You were pretty sure the team had cleared everything, but what if…?

Better safe than sorry. Taking a deep breath in, you send a warm pulse of energy out into the aether, seeing what pings.

One life form. Faint.

You swear under your breath and creep forward. You’re generally pretty quiet but you weren’t exactly operating on the basis that someone would be around to hear you when you started live-blogging your whereabouts. As you round the corner, you find a bloodied form, eyes very much open and staring at you.

Ugh. Of course it had to be him.

The mirror Yoru looks under you and mutters something you can just make out to be… ‘Fuck me. Really? Her?’

“Hey there pretty boy,” you murmur. He smiles wryly at the nickname, but can’t quite bite back a bloodied cough that wracks his body for a good ten seconds.

“Woah woah woah,” you say, instinct taking over as you crouch beside him and brace his back. He flinches a little at the touch before you snap back and realise that this isn’t your Yoru, this is the enemy. Fuck.

“What, you gonna play around before you kill me,” Yoru grimaces. You draw back, uncertain, and he taps the centre of his forehead. “The you I know would make it quick.”

Oof. Hearing him say that out loud was pretty jarring. You were supposed to kill him. He expected you to.

You swear again, and bend down once more to draw level with him, doing a quick pass over on his injuries. Left to his own devices, he won’t last long. There were enough bullets perforating his chest from his sternum to his kidney that he’d bleed out in minutes. What a way to go.

A thought occurs to you. You haven’t managed to neutralise his Sage. She’s still probably at base—you know your Brim only brings her out when she’s essential on the field, too important to lose to a regular field mission. So no matter what, the man in front of you ends up back at his base eventually.

That settles it.

“Hold still hotshot.”

Not in a position to protest, Yoru can’t do much but sit and try to steady his breathing as you start to pull back his jacket, wincing a little at the extent of the damage. Taking a swab of antiseptic from your pouch, you mutter a quick ‘deep breath, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker’ before setting to work cleaning the wounds.

Apart from sharp hisses when you remove the little pieces of lead embedded in his tissue, Yoru stays silent through the process, looking away.

Eventually, the wound is tidy enough that you’re able to start the real healing process. Stretching out your fingers, you press the palm of your hand to his side. While he jerks back at the initial contact, the warm waves of energy start to work their magic, reverberating through muscle and tissue and starting to net it back together.

Yoru finally lets out a sigh as in spite of himself, he relaxes into your work. “Ugh, that’s the stuff,” he says, almost to himself. Eventually he ventures: “why are you doing this, mirror girl?”

“Your Sage would bring you back anyway. We might be on opposite teams, but I’m not an asshole. I’d hope my other half would do the same for my colleagues.”

“Hm,” he whistles through his teeth.

“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of my healing though,” you muse.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s stupid. I’m actually a little pissed at your double right now, he was being a real dick talking shit about wanting Sage to heal him instead.” You notice his amused expression. “Sorry.”

To your surprise, he actually laughs at this. “Yeah of course he’d say that. If he’s anything like me he’s a stubborn bastard more keen to score points than to actually tell the truth. Fucking dumbass.”

Well that’s unexpected. “You don’t think… he meant it?”

At this, Yoru scoffs. “God no. In fact, if he has taste like me, he’d take your healing over Sage’s any day. Hers is like. Proficient, right? Technically flawless. But it’s so cold. She’s been at it for a while, and healing is just another obligation for her. You though. Yours is warm. Spreads through you like the heat from one of those old-fashioned light bulbs. And something about the way your power works…”

Here he trails off for a second, noticing how intently you’re listening. “Go on,” you coax, moving your hands down to focus on his ribcage.

“Your healing has a lot of you in it. Any time your mirror—or you actually, now that I think about it—fixes me up, I can feel how much you care about helping me. It’s nice and comforting, like honey, or sunlight on your back or some shit.”

Oh. Okay then.

“Why would you tell me this,” you ask quietly, starting to finish up the process and apply a few rounds of gauze to stabilise the major wounds.

“I want to cause problems for him. It’s funny.” For once, there’s no malice or ego behind his words. It’s nice to see him surprisingly genuine.

You go to shoot back a retort, but the intercom crackles and Brim’s voice comes through. “Command to Patch, status report? It’s been a few.”

Yoru’s eyes flash for a second, suddenly aware of the danger he’s in. He shifts uncomfortably as you take breath before responding, keeping eye contact with the man in front of you.

“All clear Command, I’m returning to base shortly.”

Yoru lets out a low whistle. “Shit, and you could have been a narc about it.”

You give a wry smile. “I suppose you’re right. I’m assuming you’ll leave this off your mission report to Sage?”

He nods.

As you turn to leave, his hand grabs your wrist. “What is it, rift-squawker?”

“Talk to him, patchy. He’s dumb, and the people he likes most are the ones he pushes away the most. He’s terrified to lose them, but he’s even more terrified of things almost working out.”

“I don’t think he’s dumb,” you muse quietly. “But I’ll take your word for it. Take care yeah? Don’t let me have to patch you up again.”

You clap him on his good shoulder and head back to extraction. The last thing you hear from him, almost under his breath, is a quiet ‘maybe there is hope then.’

Whatever that means.

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Back at base, things are way less tense. Aside from Omega team’s triumph, Icebox was a total wipeout and the team managed to secure valuable intel about the mirror protocol’s next movements.

After dragging your tired bones to the infirmary and having Skye give you a top up, you’re about to hit the sack when a familiar form crosses your path. A lot of your hackles from earlier have gone down, and what the mirror Yoru had said flashes through your mind.

“Yoru!”

He turns around, face surly as ever.

“What is it, healbot? Come to gloat about your victory on the new frontier?”

You push back the instinctual retort, and opt for a more peaceful route. “Eh, the geodome was a bit touristy. I hear Icebox went well though. I don’t know what you did to get Viper commending you, but it sounds like you let ‘em have it.”

Yoru’s a bit caught offguard by your lack of defensiveness, but it doesn’t stop him from shooting back “yeah, turns out not having a healer is no big deal, actually.”

“That’s not what he said,” you muse. That piques his interest.

“Who?”

Oh shit.

“Oh, y’know…” you say evasively, waving your hand.

“Probably Phoenix, he doesn’t know shit.”

Oh? Bet. “Literally you,” you say before you can stop yourself.

That gets his full attention.

“The fuck do you mean me, patchy? I haven’t told you jack shit.”

You shoot a furtive glance around the corridor, and pull him into a small maintenance room shutting the door behind.

“Mirror you, idiot.”

“Where the fuck did you find my bastard clone? Scratch that, how the fuck did you have a full conversation with him?”

Ugh, no going back now. “It was… an arrangement of sorts. He was pretty dinged up and I-“ your voice catches here. “I couldn’t exactly walk past him when he was so hurt.”

“So, what, you healed him with your magic healing powers,” Yoru says incredulously.

“Don’t be mad…”

“Actually?” Yoru’s voice peaks, and you have to shush him, checking the handle.

“Hey if it was you surely you’d want the mirror me to he-“

He cuts you off. “Obviously but why the fuck would you heal me after all the shit I said earlier?”

This catches you off guard. “You… you were hurt, I know I’m not Sage but I thought you’d rather not die.”

“But like I obviously wasn’t serious about the whole healing thing. Wait…” he catches sight of your expression. “You thought I was serious about preferring Sage’s healing to yours?”

“Until he said something about it, Yoru, yeah. It got under my skin.”

He rocks back and puts a hand to his forehead, grimacing. “Shit. God. Fuck. I’m…” He grits his teeth. “I’m sorry. I- yeah that was on me. You know I don’t mean it right?”

Wow. An actual apology from Yoru? The fuck kind of magic did mirror Yoru work?

“Yoru it’s, it’s fine. I guess I put a lot of myself into my healing so it’s a point of pride for me. It kinda sucks when people turn around and say I’m less-than.”

“I know you put a lot of yourself in it,” he says quietly. “That’s… one of the things I really like about your healing. That’s why it’s… my favourite…” That last bit is barely audible.

A bit of a flush of pride starts to prickle your cheeks, though you try your best not to show it. “Yoru, you know you can just say that upfront, right? Like, it’s okay to recognise when you like what other people do.”

“I know. I know, I just-“ He mumbles the next bit. “What if they think I’m stupid for enjoying their help, and what if they don’t think as highly of me?” The light is low, but even so you can see the heat starting to radiate off his face as he gives you this surprising dose of honesty.

“Are you kidding me? You’re one of the best even in the protocol. Insane marksmanship, brilliant record and an amazing knack for getting behind enemy lines. Why would anyone think you’re stupid or not respect you.”

“But,” he sputters out. “I want you in particular to like me and like what I do.” Just as quickly as the words leave his mouth, he clamps his hands over and looks away, very pointedly avoiding eye contact.

Wow. Wow, okay.

“I should go,” he says abruptly, and whirls around to leave. Anticipating the gesture, you catch his wrist and tug him back.

“Yoru you freakin’ dumbass. I think you’re great. You’re one of my favourite people in the protocol, and I like it when you can be honest with me. I think it’s really sweet.”

Without warning, he draws in close, chest going up and down at quite a rate. He really looks like he wants something, wants to say something or do something, and you’re starting to get the sense you know what it is.

Fuck it, worth the risk.

You close the distance and press your lips against his. He goes completely stiff for a second and you almost freak out, worried that you’ve misread the many cues. But then he’s pushing into the kiss hungrily, his hands reaching around and pulling you close, growling at the sensation of finally having you up close.

Every movement you make, he leans into it and responds tenfold, huffing and tugging and trying to hold as much of you as he possibly can.

You both near run out of breath before you finally break, standing there panting and looking at each other. His hair is wild and his eyes are gleaming with no small amount of satisfaction, and maybe even a hint of relief.

He pulls you in close again, this time wrapping his arms around you for a bone-crushing hug. “Your clone is the fucking wing-man of the century,” you murmur into his ear.

Yoru gives a gruff chuckle. “I suppose he is.”

#yoru x reader #valorant yoru #yoru #valorant x reader #hurt/comfort #lozcanons #pls nurture my soul with the angst to happy ending #ugh i loved this concept so much

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heartbeatbookclub · 2 months

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(this is about the weed headcanon thing-y )

i feel like monika would be the kind of person that ends up having a panic attack the first time she tries it

sayori hears colours, tastes sounds and is generally just that one person that has an out of body experience everytime

natsuki is on the floor laughing from the slightest thing

and yuri just kinda spaces out and starts talking about the most random stuff (which in turn makes natsuki laugh even more)

My vision for their first time goes something like this:

MC seems like he'd be too much of a stick in the mud to do anything fun like that, but frankly...he doesn't have a lot else going on and I could totally see him being peer pressured into it by some other underachiever in his class. Maybe it'd mellow him out.

He probably wouldn't want Sayori in on it, but she'd eventually convince him. She's wary of it at first, but decides if he's doing something, it can't be that bad.

He tells her to only take a little hit to feel things out...but she grins and then takes a good, long, rip. He scolds her, then starts laughing as she proceeds to cough up a lung.

"You are in for one hell of a ride."

And ride she does. She feels herself floating above her body, completely uncertain of who or where she is, watching with a dopey expression as MC tries to call her back to earth. Her brain moves slowly, turning from one thing to another in a series of slow movements, swaying to some music she isn't sure she's hearing. It sorta feels like there's some energy flowing through her, twisting her entire body apart.

But, like...it feels good. Sayori has never felt quite so at peace. She's never felt quite as comfortable in her own skin. There's a big, loopy smile on her face, and MC can't help but chuckle, an airy sound that slowly brings Sayori back to consciousness.

"...Woooowww..." was all she said, finally regaining some sense of awareness of where her hands were in front of her. "I told you. You on this planet, currently?" She meets his gaze, nodding. "Think so!" and then she giggles at how silly her own voice sounds to her. MC responds in kind, and suddenly they're both doubled over, unable to breathe from how hard they're laughing.

Once they both come down, Sayori's immediate thought is "The others would really enjoy this."

Monika is immediately against it. Honor student, goody two-shoes, teacher's pet, all a series of elements which culminate in Monika's immediate instinct to be to say "no" to drugs. Sayori is admittedly embarrassed to have brought it up in the first place, and gets the distinct feeling that Monika is judging her for having indulged. Natsuki is significantly more flippant about it.

"It's not like we're talking about doing meth, or whatever. All things considered, it's not much worse than alcohol."

"We're not of age to be drinking alcohol, either."

"But it's not like it'd hurt us that much, either. Lighten up a little bit."

Monika is still pensive, suddenly remembering school programs talking about peer pressure and wondering what she should say.

"It's not like anyone's making you do it, either. I don't wanna do it, so I'm not gonna, but that doesn't mean it's the end of the world if I do." She can't fault Natsuki's logic, but still, something about it just seems...

Monika sighs, still feeling some sense of fear for disappointing whatever authorities are looking over her shoulders...and suddenly realizes that maybe, just maybe, this is further proof that she does need to lighten up. If she's only worried about it because of other people judging her, then she shouldn't have any actual issue with the act personally, right?

Monika eyes Natsuki carefully. "Why aren't you doing it?" She turns, suddenly feeling sheepish. "Why do I need a reason?" Monika supposes that's a fair answer. Yuri, meanwhile, has been quietly "reading" this entire time, which Monika knows means that she's been listening, however idly. "How about you, Yuri?"

She jumps at the mention, nerves about the entire thing suddenly on full display. "I--um, well..."

Well?

"I don't...think it's necessarily a bad thing, but I don't...um..."

Monika felt suddenly guilty for putting her on the spot, but was genuinely curious of her perspective. Yuri took a breath. "...I'd like to try it at least once. That's what I think. It's just...I-I'd like to know, you know? I don't think you should speak ill of something until you experience it for yourself." Monika sighed, realizing, now that she thought about it critically, that she felt the same way, quietly cursing herself for being so narrow-minded.

Yuri realized what she'd said. "O-oh...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"No, don't worry about it." Monika smiled wryly. "You just made me realize that I'm thinking about this the wrong way."

Sayori's always start with her going somewhere distant for a while, sometimes she's more responsive, sometimes less. She always enjoys the soothing buzz that weed fills her body with, and once she comes down a little bit, she is incredibly giggly. She gets less talkative while high, but what she does say is goofy as hell. Has a tendency to devour your entire snack table if you aren't looking. Likes to just go with the flow. Tends to get very sleepy while high.

I get the sense Monika probably wouldn't have a great start to her first time. I think going in she'd probably be overthinking the entire thing, stressing over little things, and once the feeling started to hit, she'd probably freak out just a little. She's so unused to this kind of letting go that it scares her. But of course, being in this environment, comfortable, surrounded by her closest friends? Helps to work through it, and with a little bit of encouragement, she's able to chill out.

Like I said, Monika is absolutely adorable while high. Losing that verbal filter, letting a lot of her more "real" personality leak out, and making her more of a cuddlebug all combine to make the entire thing a very enjoyable experience for the 4 of them. Sayori is especially happy that they got to experience her first time with it together.

This will also all come together to make her incredibly embarrassed about the entire thing in the morning, but she'll be glad she did it, too. After all, it was pretty fun...

Yuri becomes more talkative while high. She loses a lot of inhibition to share her ideas, and she starts sharing a lot more of her train of thought, with significantly less worry about the things she's saying being taken wrong. This surprises everyone, and is cute in its own way. She starts stimming a lot more obviously, and becomes obsessed with different tactile feelings she can get from rubbing her hands on different things in the room. Liable to get caught randomly staring at something that simply mystifies her, like a fish tank, a book cover, or the label on the Cheetos bag they're all eating from. ("Chee-tah...chee-TOS...There is so much beauty in the world.")

Natsuki doesn't much like drugs or alcohol, for...personal reasons. She's experienced them before, and she doesn't dislike the feeling, but...To put it simply, she has heard there is a very strong genetic component to addiction.

Whether or not this is true, she does not want to find out, nor is she exactly interested in seeing the kind of person she could become in that respect.

This doesn't stop her from being a very willing designated driver and chaperone to 3 other intoxicated women, and it certainly doesn't stop her from laughing her ass off at the bizarre antics the 3 of them get up to. It also does make her feel much better about the entire situation to make sure they're all supervised (The one time they all got it in their fuzzy little brains that they wanted pancakes and tried to burn the house down comes to mind).

This, of course, isn't to say that it's all sunshine and rainbows. Something that removes your inhibition doesn't remove everything negative you think; in fact, it does quite the opposite.

Sometimes, the happy, giggly moment, fizzles into tears.

Sometimes, Monika talks about how crushing the expectations of everyone around her is. Sometimes, Sayori talks about how much she hates everything about her body. Sometimes, everything is too loud, and Yuri can't stop herself from breaking down in a corner. Natsuki tries hard not to kill the mood, but it's hard to resist saying what's on your mind when the 3 people around you can't stop saying what's on theirs, and can't stop the emotions running high about how much they think you deserve better. Maybe there's a little contact high in the air...

Every single time, invariably, they work hard to sort it out. They might be a little loopy, but none of them care more about anything than each other. They don't care if the vibe is killed; the others' feelings are more important.

That's how I see it. This ended up being so long that I...don't quite know how to tag it! I'll figure something out.

Also:

Thank you for the headcanons, anon!

#cw: drug use #asks #my headcanons #musings #ddlc monika #ddlc sayori #ddlc natsuki #ddlc yuri #ddlc #doki doki literature club #ddlc mc

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Kids ask Bucky why he has a Prosthetic arm and let him share his past stories.

This got me thinking especially for future fics too.

The arm was something the four of them spoke about with admiration and curiosity. Admiration on Uliss "Ultron" and Kurt. Curiousity from Moder. A mix of both from Skar. The young children followed the now known White Wolf of The Avengers, the Ghost Story, The Winter Soldier. Even though those last two nicknames are lost on them. Some of the adults spoke with amusement, others with soft reminders that usually was Aunt Natasha and Kurt's pop Steve. Other times it was spoke with so much weight, the kids scurry away when Uliss parents spoke softly on it.

Other times the kids watch Bucky Barnes workout. Spar. Train the newer heroes. Chase Hawkeye around the manor or tower about something. They watched with a task for later to figure out how Clint was able to scale up into vents.

The kids mission was to figure what those nicknames means and especially about his arm.

"He is your dad."

"Kurt, I don't know how to bring it up."

"We can just ask."

"Moder, that... well, what if he says don't worry about it."

"My dads says that a lot to me." Skar sat with a bowl of curry chewing happily.

Moder huffed writing a spell she found in the scantum library, "Uliss, you can ask."

"Maybe, I am nervous."

Kurt poofed back with his own snack chewing idly on an orange slice, "She is right Uliss."

The kids sat in a small group trying to figure out how to ask. This conversation happened frequent enough that they walked in to where they knew he would be, only to stare and scream, "YOUR ARM IS GONE!"

Bucky stared at the four kids freaking out pointing at the missing limb. Earlier, years earlier he would run to hide quickly. The ease over the years made dealing with his missing appendage turned metallic easier. Even seeing their reactions was a little amusing. Over Skar frantic screaming. Moder's eyes glowing asking what happened. Kurt shook Uliss panicking. Uliss eyes stuck on the missing part. A part his son was so used to seeing.

"So... I guess you are all curious?"

That got them all to calm down with quick nods, Uliss going to reach for the cap over his shoulder part, Uliss fingers curling up, "It is fine Uliss," He lifted his son up to touch the cap. The red-eyed child touched it, a nervous gulp from him.

"Dad... what happened to your arm? We thought you always had a metal arm... but you can remove it... Why does Pop call you the Winter and Ghost Story.... but he sounds sad sometimes?"

Bucky helped the kids get snacks, talking about his time growing up with his real arm. How he got the Ghost Story nickname first. How that changed to his more infamous nickname. One he was happy that gets relegated back on the nickname list. He doesn't mind winter.

"Mean people, very dangerous and mean people, gave me an arm that hurt a lot. So much so, I think I forced the pain away." Bucky rubbed at his shoulder, the dull aches were always present if he thinks about it too long. He can feel the rigid scars along his back and around his shoulder and chest, "They made me do things, I will never be able to change or fix. Make better."

Moder's eyes flickered with unread emotions. Skar frowned brows furrowing on his young face; he raised his hand. Kurt toying with his tail. Uliss frowned, eyes dulling as he thought about the words. "But, why...? You didn't do it?"

"Would you want to change it?" Uliss asked.

Bucky thought about both questions, and looked at the kids in the eyes, "No, I wouldn't change what happened. I can't but I wouldn't. I wouldn't have Uliss. I wouldn't be your pop," Bucky smiled faintly at Uliss. "It is something I have to learn everyday that it wasn't my fault, even though it feels like it." He rubbed at his left side of his body, mind supplying with memories, "Just know, I don't mind telling you things." Bucky smiled, seeing Tony leaning against the door. The kids' voices start to climb about new nicknames. Uliss hugged him as he agreed with all of them. The Hero of Metal. The Real Iron Man.

Bucky smiled over Uliss's head, Tony walking in, "Alright, kiddos of anarchy, head out. I think Carol is back from space." They both watched the gaggle of children rush out. Words of excitement. Uliss stopping at the door, making a circle on his chest before running out.

"The Real Iron Man?" Tony grinned.

Bucky shrugged but smiled, "I like it."

(I was going to get crazy with it. I think it would be something like this. A bit more flesh out when I get around here, eventually. Hopefully :') )

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #ultron #Ultron is their kid #Ultron Stark Barnes #moder #Moder Strange #kurt wagner #kid kurt wagner #Skar #thank you for the ask!#open for asks #sorry i got all extra #Bucky deserves all the nice nicknames #The next stories would be to embarrass Steve to the fullest

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"Soo... about Kairi. We gonna talk about that?" He doesn't seem disturbed or upset in any way, just curious.

ASK OBTAINED!

Vanitas sits there, holding a non-Cineris Flood idly. He can feel Cineris' curiosity and shifts a little, letting go of the tiny Unversed so it can scamper off deeper into the Graveyard. He props his arms behind his back and looks at him.

"If you want," he replies. Though, now that he's been asked, he isn't really sure where to start. It's true that he's been feeling... different kinds of emotions around her. Things that he thought were impossible for him to feel. But even these new emotions still felt so muted. And he can barely hold onto the new feelings for long before they slip out of his heart like sand through his fingers.

It was frustrating. It was...a little depressing.

"I didn't feel like fighting with her at first, because I thought she wasn't anything special. That she wouldn't be worth it." That was really the only reason Vanitas hadn't been overtly aggressive toward her, not as aggressive as he was toward the other Guardians, anyway. "But Sora thought about her... a lot. I could feel it, so I was kinda curious why."

"Then, she kept following me around. She wasn't scared of me at all... We got trapped in some bizarre illusory world together." He thinks back on how frightened and alone he'd been, trapped and hurt with the darkness turned against him. "She could'a left me to die. I'm sure her friends wouldn't have shed tears over me if she did. But..."

( "I'll keep you safe...!" )

"But she didn't. She was the first person who sincerely wanted to help me before you came along. Guess it stuck with me more than I thought it would," Vanitas sighed and rested his hand on a knuckle, propping his arm up on his leg. "I barely understand her... but I feel warm when I'm with her."

After a moment, a bit of a cocky grin spreads over his features.

"'Sides, she likes me. She can't get enough of me, she spends so much time kissin' on me and clinging to me. Everything about her body is so soft and feels nice. And have you seen her legs? And her neck is so delicate and she likes it when I bite her." As long as it wasn't too hard.

"I can't wait to see more of her. I've seen some people on the Island wear something called a swimsuit. I should see what I can do to get her into one of those." Vanitas paused, clearly savoring the mental image. Oh yeah, that was going to be his next goal...

What kind of swimsuit would Kairi wear... how much skin would she show... how exciting.

#voidedspirit #mention: maregiis #VANITAS..... YOU STARTED OUT DOING SO WELL AND NOW.....

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a-blue-comedy · 2 years

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"You can't say I didn't warn you this would happen"

Whatever had been exposed on their face seemed to have satisfied Villain. Hero hoped it was nothing but neutrality, out of sheer boredom. As if it were every day that the city revered Villain, not its hero, for things that came from the hero's mind.

But that wasn't why, was it? Nobody would guess that the villain only helped to save the day at the request of the hero themself, and it made no difference whether they knew because it was not Hero who was the hero of the day but their enemy. Nor that it had to be more of a begging than a request.

So it was clear they weren't shaken to see Villain's picture in the papers; heroes and villains appeared in the newspapers all the time. But when they heard what people were saying on the streets, when they turned on the TV, when they saw the posters on the street treating who was once the villain, the same person Hero has fought and protected the city against so long ago...

No, no, no, they weren't disturbed.

"Can you see it now?"

"I see the city is safe" Hero kept their voice calm. Villain raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question. But the way they were relaxed gave it away that somewhere inside them they were amused by Hero reaction.

"What was already in front of you" they continued as if uninterrupted "Right under your nose. I told you so"

"Yes, I remember you telling me" they stood idly by, the memory running through their minds of when they'd asked—no, when they'd had to beg for the villain's help after— because they couldn't make it on their own. They weren't that strong, as much as it hurt to admit it, and Villain knew how to do things Hero couldn't, and people's safety came before Hero and their dignity.

(Although they were under the impression that Villain would help them independently, they just wanted to see them beg, on their knees, their pride shattered to splinters.)

Villain smiled, as if they had remembered too.

"I told you the risk I would take if they knew I was going to play the hero with you. I told you, even though I knew you wouldn't listen to me."

"Then why did you tell me if you knew I wouldn't listen?" Hero struggled to keep their voice calm, not shake. "As if kneeling down and begging wasn't enough"

Somehow their nemesis (are they still nemesis?) smile widened.

"Oh yes. It was really good" they turned to face the view. In a place where no one could see them and no one would know they were there. Hero wanted the loneliness, because it Is too much to ask someone to understand them, because they don't know how to talk, but also wanted to see Villain too. The breeze hit their face which suddenly became serene "But I remember telling you before. How this city works. That in a snap of a finger people would have another image of you"

"As far as I know, I'm not hated"

"But," Villain looked back at them, "Who are they calling savior?"

That was one thing about Villain; they knew what to say to reach people. Whether in a good or bad way.

Hero clenched their arms, fighting the urge to bite their lower lip, under Villain gaze. At another time they would cry, but they didn't want to be a crybaby. The purest frustration. Hero could whimper for their pride and it wasn't like they hadn't, but they gave in, because despite everything, they wanted to save people.

They thought about saying 'I'm sorry about you' but Villain had a serenity on their face. As if that alone was enough to mock Hero.

"That's good. It means the city is safe one more day" they let out their breath. And no one else needs me anymore. Maybe never ever they needed me in the first place…

"How noble of you"

"Thank you. It's my job. Helping people regardless of whether I have to turn to your help and have to get down on my knees"

"You mean you'd be on your knees for me again?"

Anger rose in their throat, but they had to contain it. Villain joked, but wanted to know where the hero would get.

"If it's to save people…" They started, but thought fast when the satisfaction in Villain's eyes sparkled “But you wouldn't do it because this is my job and not even your intact pride would make you do it again"

"Too bad no one else remembers this" Villain muttered and took a step forward "Do you see it now?"

Do you see now? Yes I see. I've seen it since the day I asked you for your help and I'm hating every second of it.

It was heroic to brag about your surveys, but Hero was used to the praise, the celebrations, even if they lasted for a while, being grateful for giving their life for the city.

Now that Villain proved to be stronger, more agile, more than Hero has ever been, and was the hero just that once, suddenly they weren't anymore.

They didn't notice that Villain stopped right in front of them. Hero would never get this close to Villain, but to walk away would be to give in. And they've already given up so much...

"They only mention your name after mine"

"As if you asked for all this" came out of Hero without hesitating. Regret came from seeing Villain's eyes gleam with his reaction.

"You're so frustrated aren't you, my dear?"

"I'm tired" and they couldn't be tired. Some of tehir emotion spilled into their voice, "Saving the city is exhausting. You know that so much now, don't you?"

But Hero shouldn't have sounded sarcastic.

"Nobody else doesn't know" Villain tilted their head "And it annoys you so much. Almost as if they forgot you, when you gave so much to them. And that's just a little bit of what you'd understand from what I've been through"

Hero clenched their fists. "Then why did you?" They almost spit "You have so much power and so much… You could use that to help people"

They must have hit a point, as Villain's face turned serious.

"It wouldn't be worth it" they shrugged.

"So why did you help me? I already understand your tragic past, but why help me?"

"You asked, didn't you? But you understand now, don't you? You see now"

Yes, they see. In every frustration they felt at seeing that they were left alone. Now, it was as if Villain sympathized with them. And it only made Hero clench their fists even more.

"It's not fair" they muttered. Not that they wanted to agree with Villain, they didn't, but nothing was fair. Anything. Their chest burned from it.

They also didn't notice when Villain moved even closer, taking their hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Hero ear.

"You could be better than me. You could save more people than I ever could. I give so much of myself to be good and save everyone, when you can do it all in a snap. And you don't even care" They shouted "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Villain lifted their chin.

"Do you know why I made you get down on your knees and beg?" Hero rolled their eyes "As well as satisfying my ego. Do you know why?" If it was meant to be rhetorical, they didn't imply it. "You had to do it. There was no other choice. And if they knew you had to do it, what do you think people would think of you?"

"That you are a piece of shit?"

"Who would know that even the hero needed help? That he had to submit to me?"

"I didn't submit. I begged, I gave you what you wanted"

"But you care that others don't care about you anymore. Tell me, you can't even look your fellow-friends in the face, can you? Even after all?"

Hero tried to banish the faces of their former companions from their head; they've already called friends. They thought they valued them as much as they did, whenever they saw them in action they saw their ability. They could not, however, forget their faces when they said that the villain was better than them, but that it was a pity that they could not go to their side.

"There's still what you could give me," Villain said in a different voice.

"More than having people worship you wherever you go?" I won't get down on my knees again.

Villain shrugged.

"You'd be surprised." Villain put their hands on Hero shoulders. It didn't even look like it did before "I wanted you to see this. You see, I was hoping your peers could see you, know how amazing you are. But I have the certainty, the full certainty, that I'm the only one who knows this. Because I know you, my darling. You are beatiful -- I should say this more"

Villain hands slid to their neck. It would be easy for them to squeeze. But Hero had the strangest notion that they would never do that.

"Do you see this now?"

Hero widens their eyes at them, not sure if they are feeling satiated, surprised or angry, or everything. Whatever it was, Villain counted it as one more victory.

#yeyy im back - i think #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villain and their ways to call you amazing #and hero who is rightfully confused #not edited and full of grammatical mistakes #but im tired #hero and villain

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live-digital-love · 2 years

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GIGGLES HELLO if your requests are open id like to request general tsurugi x rei headcanons (them before the killing game or during the killing game idm which)

if that's too vague then just headcanons about how they fell in love/their relationship <33 thank u so much !! if ur requests aren't open feel free to ignore this ❤️

Hello!~

My requests are open!! I simply got a bit busy, and didn't expect an ask so soon!

And since your suggestion for them completely wrapped me in a choke hold, I tried my hand at writing oneshots again. Enjoy something completely far from what you asked for.

♡

♡ Tsurei / Mekakin | Reluctant

Tsurugi and Rei are both very... interesting.

They're two people who are very, very similar, yet still opposite to one another. They both grow aggressive and stand-off-ish if provoked, but in two different ways: Tsurugi keeps it tucked under his sleeve, while Rei shows it up front and makes it known first.

They're both afraid of getting close to others, again in two different ways: Tsurugi terrified that he'll hurt the ones he loves, Rei terrified that she'll get too close just for them to abandon her again. Tsurugi will admit it, Rei would die before she does.

They would only end up speaking on a regular basis if Rei provoked it, and provoked it she did. She had looked into a few students at the school to see which piqued her interest the most. Tsurugi was among them. Rei poured over article after article about the bombings he's been in.

And she found something off about him.

How sweetly he smiles at everyone. How he always offers to carry someone's bag or move something heavy or do anything that ever needs to be done.

It was uncanny.

And Rei was determined to find out just how much he tries to hide.

Or rather...

That was how it started, at least.

Stopping by his desk for a snide comment or two lead to finding him at awkward moments in his daily patrols; him noting the time every day she stopped by lead to waiting just a few minutes longer while she chatted with him idly.

All Rei wanted was to study him not unlike a criminal.

All Tsurugi could see was curiosity, and he knew.

Yet, somehow over time, this... softened into something more pleasant. They walked together on those long patrols. They had lunch together. They even started to study together, if not for Rei to try and flaunt her knowledge over him and Tsurugi to pretend he's dumber than he really is just to hear her talk. Tsurugi even promised to escort her to and from her room. Rei laughed at his assumption, but agreed nonetheless.

At some point, curiosity softened into want.

If one was standing in a room, the other would slowly drift closer. They had grown close. Physically. Emotionally. Closer than two 'acquaintances' would normally ever be.

Their days became inseparable from one another. They came to like it that way.

Until...

A certain day came.

They walked together, they studied together, they ate together. They spoke and eased together. Like they agreed to. She playfully nudged him and he always laughed.

He can't even remember what she said before, or after. All that mattered was that one word fell from her lips:

"Tsurugi."

His name. She said his name. It... his name. Not his father's, or occupation. Why did she suddenly... change that? She hasn't said it before and doesn't refer to anyone else that way.

Why is this different?

Why is he different?

A breath caught in his chest. A hand gently touched his shoulder.

"Tsurugi? Are you alright? You've gone pale. What, is it the food?"

"Heh... You know, it might be. I'm--- I'm very sorry to even suggest this, but maybe I should take you back early tonight. I don't feel well."

"Really? It isn't even that late."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Rei waved off each apology with a groan. "The sooner you can stop saying that is the sooner we can go."

Tsurugi chuckled. "Understood."

They slowly walked back to the dorm rooms, almost... reluctant in their pace. They spoke as normal. Played and laughed as normal. He held open her door and they said the last words of the night as normal.

"We'll meet again at seven, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am. At seven, as always."

She didn't realize it that night. More so, Rei realized it some time later. But eventually she saw she truly did learn something new about the quiet Officer Kinjou from all the time they spent together.

And it was that his smile grows distant when he lies.

♡

It had to have been weeks. Every time Rei tried to reach out again or find him, it was as if he disappeared before she could even cross the distance. If she even saw him at all.

The loneliness drove its tar colored talons deep into her heart. The creeping awareness that silence truly was deafening.

It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. In long nights find herself pouring over the memories to see if there was anything that she did to make him go away, and every second she found herself caring was every second concern turned into anger.

Anger at him. Anger that she even cared this much.

Why was it so easy for him to just... stop?

Did he really not care? Could he just turn it off like a goddamn switch, or did he never give a damn in the first place? If he needed space, why didn't he just say something?

It shouldn't have been easy. It shouldn't have just been the drop of a hat again. She didn't know what it should have been or what she even wanted it to be but it should not have been this!

Her body took a mind of its own as thoughts clouded her mind. Weaving through corridors, Rei moved with no purpose or intention; moving to simply get away. It took her a moment to even realize where she had stopped.

In front of his room.

So she waited. Waited for him to come back. He'd have to speak to her then.

♡

It was late before Tsurugi returned.

He almost didn't want to. Some... feeling he's well accustomed with, but still doesn't know the name of, ebbed away at him when he saw her standing there. Dozing off.

Tsurugi crossed the distance and set his bag down, sighing out her name. "... Miss Mekaru?"

Rei's head snapped up. All of the bitter anger, bitter rage and resentment, came surging through her very core all at once. Before she could even think, a loud clap rang out. Heat tingled at her fingertips. Red flooded to his cheek.

She struck him.

He quietly stepped back.

Rei stifled a gasp. That... was not on purpose. A moment passed where she simply tried to shake the pain away.

"What... do you have to say for yourself?"

There could have been thousands of emotions flashing by his downturned eyes and Rei couldn't begin to name them all. The only thing she could see was restraint.

She snapped. "Well?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to explain yourself. Explain why you've been doing everything you can to avoid me."

A laugh began his response. A saddened laugh. "I thought it..." He paused, searching for the words. "I thought it would be for the best if I got away from you. I don't want you to think that I'm someone that you should be fond of or care about. It never ends well when someone does."

She almost couldn't believe it. "... What? Is it that the only excuse you can come up with? Why you would avoid me for weeks?"

"Miss Mekaru, can you please lower your voice? People are sleeping---"

"I don't give a damn if everyone in this school is asleep, don't you 'Miss Mekaru' me! I only give a damn about the fact that you lied to me and treated me like the plague over something that idiotic!

Not---"

She huffed out a sound that may have been a grunt, and tried to collect herself.

"Your... emotional response to that was not idiotic, but the fact that you thought it was worthy of not even giving me a goodbye was!

I would have at least appreciated it if you would have considered saying goodbye before deciding you can just leave me!"

Tsurugi only stared. Slowly, a hand caressed his stinging cheek. "I... don't think you understand what I mean. I want you to know that I didn't... mean for this to hurt you. Can we go somewhere more private to have this conversation?"

Rei demanded he unlock the door. He silently obliged, following her in and locking it behind them.

♡

He lowered down on his bed and she stood across from him, and for the first time in weeks, they finally spoke.

He told her that he just didn't want her wrapped up in something she shouldn't be, and she told him that there wasn't anything she didn't already know.

He told her that maybe he just wasn't ready to accept that someone wants to be in his life again, and she told him that maybe he should have just *told her that* because just trying to force her away wasn't fair.

And maybe he tried to explain that he didn't do it because he wanted to, but because he thought he would be protecting her from knowing.

And maybe she told him that it wasn't fair because she couldn't take it, because it was already too late for him to run away.

And maybe she tried to say that in a different way, but warmth pricked at her eyes and she angrily turned and tried to wipe it away.

And maybe he rose as soon as he saw and went to her side, even if he didn't know what else to say.

And maybe it all died down into quiet nothings and reluctant truths.

'I was scared.'

'I am too.'

Maybe... one of them yawned or rubbed their eyes, and the other looked over and finally saw that hours had passed since they started.

Maybe they decided they could start over again, and try it neater this time. Everything on the table. Everything understood.

Maybe something other than light shoves and repeated apologies got left behind when he finally escorted her back to her room, like he promised to.

After soft conversation drifted along and died in the halls, they stood there, drifting as well, by her room. She opened the door and both their hands rested on the frame not that far from one another.

The only words that mattered caught in both of their throats. And they stood, in silence, for all too long.

An eternity passed before she cleared her throat. "... Kinjo. I want you to know that if you are not outside my room by seven a.m. tomorrow morning, I will never speak to you again."

He bowed ever so slightly, that distant smile teasing his lips. "I swear on my life, I'll be waiting for you at six forty-five."

They both soon part and retire, and hours pass through the night, 'til the morning.

She's drowsy from all the emotions spent the night before as she prepares for the day. Nonetheless, her mornings start like any other.

Only...

With every tick of that damned clock, curiosity tugged at her heart and pulled her to take a look outside her door.

She checked the time.

Took a bet. And committed to it.

All it took was one peek outside the door.

Because he's standing right where he should be, straightening the cuffs of his shirt. And he smiled, albeit a bit confused when the door was slammed shut.

Because god damn her if seeing him waiting there didn't bring more tears welling up her eyes.

Because she made him promise, and he lied again.

Because it just turned six thirty.

#fanganronpa #danganronpa another: another despair academy #dra #tsurugi kinjo #rei mekaru #tsurei #mekakin #♡ ~ writing #♡ ~ asks answered #♡ ~ Study Hall #i didn't proof read this and i do not intend to. //lh #hurt/comfort

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chronicallyuniconic · 1 year

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The Passive Su1cYdal Mind & Chronic Illness

(tw su1c1d4)

Simply whispering the word 'su1c1d4' can bring a mass of emotion and misunderstanding (maybe I can help that).

We say this word because we are suffering.

We don't want attention. We don't want to hurt anybody, yes even ourselves. We don't want to be forcefully hospitalised or for you to call the police.

We want the current feelings we hold, to stop. We want the racing thoughts to end. We want our pain to be addressed. We really, really, really want to be heard.

Whilst I won't talk about su1c1d4 itself, you hardly ever hear about the passiveness of the thoughts that can bring you to say "I am su1c1d4l." So I will.

I think people have a picture built up of what thatl person looks like, acts like and imagine how they themselves, would deal with those same grievances. That's why we hear a lot of unwarranted and ignorant remarks like "it's not that bad," "get over it," "it's been 3 years, you should be fine now" etc.

I'm not su1c1d4l, but su1c1d4l thoughts cross my mind often. This does not mean I am sat here thinking of ways to end my life. I am not. These thoughts fly in like wasp stings. Out of nowhere, you didn't see it coming and it fucking hurts.

Thoughts just appear. I can't control them and I'm not trying to "conjure" them. I am simply going about my day, like you. So when you're suddenly waiting to cross the road and your mind says "step out, now, after that car." You're left so confused, like holy shit? Who/what was that? Why and how did my mind just *do* that?

You will reassure your mind that you have people who love you, you love them too, until your mind says differently.

One day I was just watching TV, and my head suddenly flipped to "don't worry, they'll be okay without you. You're seeing them fine without you now." I was imagining the ways my loved ones might carry on without me, how they'd be okay and that somehow, they'd understand.

I never have these thoughts, such opposing and fighting forces. Family always kept me grounded with reality. Usually I'd flip to the horror thought of who would find me and it snaps me back. Or not seeing the youngest members grow up. I don't want to inflict that pain on them. Because this pain is not their fault. I just don't want the pain I am currently in. These thoughts knocked me over. It was a weight on my chest. I couldn't do that to them? Could I?

A few times before, I've only gone for a piss and whilst I'm idly sat there, I noticed my dressing gown hung up and how easily I could tie myself around the coat hanger on the back of the door. I didn't ask for this thought. I didn't and don't want it. It just appears. It's horrid and terrifying. Who can I tell about this putrid thought that has entered my mind, that won't look at me like I'm going crazy? Like a criminal seeking an opportunity, su1c1d4 seeks out these thoughts. It feeds off them and boy, it fucking thrives.

How far you let it pull you though, I've so far found, is up to myself.

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dementedspeedster · 1 year

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& if ya haven't gotten it 👫 + Match

Accepting || Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship (Send me ships, I'll even take hypothetical ones even if we haven't talked about it!) (Just continuing MatchThad headcanons)

I'm just pulling from the AUs and random assortment of thoughts I have in my head.

(AU where they're married): I just love a good domestic moment and the image of Matching using his telekinesis to lift Thad up and out of his way while he's cleaning or something just brings me so much joy. Alternatively if Thad's sitting on the couch just the thought of Match lifting up the whole couch to get underneath it also brings me a lot of joy (This also might just be a scene in The Incredibles, which honestly they're right for doing do.)

(AU where they're married with kids): They're both wildly protective of their kids even if they don't need it. Considering their own youths and upbringings and how they can barely even be called that you know that these two would do anything for their children and would make anyone's lives living hell if they tried to manipulate their kids/make them think they're less than for being the kids of clones. (Honestly I've got @supraxstcllas and my own fankids in mind for this headcanon)

(Hero!Match/Villain!Thad AU): For their relationship I feel there would be more arguments between them because they're at different points in their lives, but also can't understand why the other would want to be hero or still want to be a villain. This would a consistent argument that they have in the early days of their relationship and it is coming from a good place with each of them. Thad would be distrusting of heroes questioning what heroes think of Match/if they could fully accept them or if this is just a pipe dream that leads down to a realm of hurt. Match on the other hand would be question why Thad continues down this path, hurting people, question what is in it for him, when there is a chance for something better, and for him to change his life. The only way this argument stops between them is just through distracting each other. You know one of them just pulls the other into a kiss and it's a much better time than having to discuss their problems (It's not the best method just putting a 'pause' on things, but in the end they do come to an understanding with each other).

(Match/Thad in general): Physical touch is just very important to them as a pair of people who haven't had much or even a lot of physical affection in their lives. I can see them just being the sort who's touches are unconscious, like running their hand through the other's hair, toying with it, just idly and subconsciously touching the other even as they talk, or even just holding and examining the other's hands seeing how different they are or just because they want to touch the other.

#ask #fatummortem #matchthad #thadmatch #match #dc match #match dc

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themountainsays · 2 years

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The funniest thing about the villain!Julieta Isamira AU is that Mirabel has far more reason to suspect *Alma* of abusing Isabela. It might be hard to believe Alma would go *that* far, but she must know how much Isa fears disappointing their Abuela, so it's less unthinkable than *Julieta*-- especially when Isa's fear of slipping around Alma can easily be read as fear of Alma herself. Plus, if Dolores is afraid of telling her the truth, who could she be more scared of than their Abuela? (1/2)

Now think of the disasterfest that would be Mirabel jumping to the conclusion that Alma knows about Isamira and is abusing Isabela in an attempt to force them apart. Of course, that doesn't really align with Abuela's usual methods and Mirabel may realize it, but she can't talk Isabela to confirm her theory, sooo... I wonder if she'd actually confront Alma about this? If her alternative is sitting idly by while Isabela wastes away, would she be desperate enough to start setting fires? (2/2)

omgggg dude this is brilliant ahh god Isabela really is just a ball of FEAR AND TRAUMA in this one huh she's scared of Alma she's TERRIFIED of her mom she's growing more and more isolated and she's unable to seek help or find comfort in the person she loves the most because she's being convinced that she deserves to be abused and punished because SHE is the real offender here ahhh my baby let me protecc you 😭😭😭

Ironically tho I really like the idea of Alma being like the lesser of two evils, like she's still hell but at least she wants "what's best for Isabela", and she has a pretty weird idea of what that would be but it certainly doesn't include burning her with boiling oil because she failed to stop her sister from hugging her that day. And I'm sure she'd give Isabela the safety and comfort she needs if she knows about Julieta's recent actions (though I'm not so sure if she knew about Isabela's relationship with Mirabel)... but Isabela still won't seek her out, because that could endanger Mirabel.

Okay so, Mirabel highkey suspecting Alma, trying to bring it up to Isabela - to ask her if Abuela has been saying anything or hurting her lately - and Isabela just freezes completely, unable to say a word, and tries to avoid her and leave which Mirabel thinks is very strange but leads her to believe Alma is involved somehow, and... idk I think she'd try to keep a relatively lowkey investigation for a moment? She may try to recruit Camilo and Antonio to help her (she'll have Camilo turn into Alma so she can watch from afar and take note of Isabela's reactions, and she'll have Antonio's animals try to find out what's going on for her). She subtly tries to ask Alma some questions but everything she says only makes Mirabel worry more, because this is still her old strict grandmother who only wants to see Isabela married to a man and with kids. Is that's what's going on? And, of course, she rants about it with her mom. She says she doesn't understand why Isabela won't talk to her anymore, why she flinches whenever she tries to touch her. Isabela used to take every possible chance to touch her, before - she'd grab her sleeve or the hem of her skirt or play with the embroidery on her shirt, she'd cup her cheek, she'd grab her hand, she'd play with her hair... and now, she's just scared. And Julieta only hums and tells her that her sister needs to live her own life, that she's going to marry Mariano soon, that Mirabel should spend her time with people her age and not worry too much etc etc. She's secretly very pleased with Isabela's behavior atm. She's being as docile and obedient as she wants her to be. She may even deserve to have some of Julieta's food that night.

If Mirabel ever snaps and tries to start a shouting match with Alma, yelling about Isabela deserving happiness and freedom and not living in fear etc etc, Alma just lets her finish, and looks at her with this expression of sheer confussion and answer with like, "What are you talking about?" because she didn't even notice anything was wrong TT_TT but now she's concerned too. And Mirabel is both surprised and more scared, because she has no idea who's hurting her sister now.

#madrigalcest #isamira #shipcest #isamira ft. villain!julieta au #child abuse cw

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cuddlyreader · 1 year

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Hi, I was hoping maybe you could talk about the differences between Bonnie and Elena's personalities? They seem to have almost exactly the same personality to me, especially past the first season, but you're better at analyzing characters!

I'm flattered you think this about me. Thank you! I'll give it a shot.

You are correct. Bonnie and Elena have a lot of similarities, which is what makes them good friends to each other. They both know what it is like to lose people they love. I've said this before. That brings a certain maturity that only comes from that experience. So, they tend to see things from the same perspective. It's the reason they would both die for the other. The difference lies in the reasoning. Elena is rightfully selfish and "can't lose anyone else", so she would rather die in place of anyone and everyone she loves. Bonnie knows that she has the power to do something and refuses to sit idly by while people get hurt and die. I'm not judging either lady, merely pointing out the difference in logic. Ultimately, the outcome is the same...one of them dies. Elena's need to self-sacrifice is the reason she becomes a vampire, and Bonnie's need to save everyone is the reason she ends up on the other side and then in the hell world. Elena doesn't value her own life until it's gone. Now that I think about it, she very well may have survivor's guilt, which would account for why she chose the bridge to die on while suffering the hunter's curse. Bonnie does value her own life. She spends a lot of time trying to avoid the whole supernatural world. She just can't ignore that she can do something to help.

Elena is quicker to forgive and forget than Bonnie. Her compassion makes it easier for her to see and understand the reasons for someone's behavior, so she tends to move on from it fairly quickly. Bonnie sits with her feelings, processes them, and holds people accountable until she feels ready to let go. Both of these are good and bad. Elena never should have trusted Elijah or any of the originals after he betrayed them the first time, and then he kidnapped her and left her with Rebekah. Still, she accepted his deal and handed over Klaus' body and ended up dying and becoming a vampire because Rebekah didn't adhere to the deal. Bonnie doesn't do this. Once you betray her, she's finished. Just ask Kai. Both Bonnie and Elena manage to put any feelings aside to work for the greater good.

One of the main differences I see is how dark they get. Both Elena and Bonnie get darker over the course of the series. I'm not going to count when Damon was gone or when Bonnie was consumed by dark magic. Those are special circumstances, and they both recovered with lessons learned. Even as accepting of her vampire life as she is, Elena still doesn't want to hurt people, any people, and she tries to see the good always. This is what allows Katherine to take over her body and won't let Damon kill Wes, which should have happened. That dude was a horrible person. After Bonnie gets back from the prison world, she doesn't hesitate to trap Kai or help Damon kill the heretic. She gets it. They are fighting a war. She went all in.

I'm sure there is a ton more, but I'm tapped out at the moment. I'll add to this if I think of anything else. Sorry, it's kinda rambly.

#my asks #anonymous #the vampire diaries #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #my thoughts

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kagami--uchiha · 2 years

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The interest is absolutely here

Alrighty!!! And sorry for the day delay, some things came up but now I am here :D.

Putting it under the cut for length

So, I would think that Kagami and Danzo's relationship would always be a rather secret one. Kagami being an Uchiha, would definitely make it a little harder to just up and lead a relationship. I would think that their friends might expect something, bu they also don't know for certain, they just often like to tease them about being so close and seemingly understanding each other without a word.

But despite all that, Kagami and Danzo have a rather healthy and strong relationsip-.. in the beginning at least.

Of course with the closeness they have, it will instantly create suspicion when Danzo more and more withdraws, working on his secret plans, avoiding to say anythign about it when in the past, Kagami always had been the first one to know almost instantly. But Kagami can't know, because he is involved in those plans... not as someone that will carry out a task, but as someone to be a steppingstone in this.

Danzo being closed off of course leads to arguments, it starts with Kagami pestering him more and more, he is worried, he wants to know what is going on with Danzo, wants to know why he acts the way he does, but he just dismisses him until Kagami decides to take action. He needs to know and so he croses a boundary he never wanted to cross, snooping through his lovers papers and researches so he can hopefully find out what is wrong. This of course leads him to finding out what dark plans Danzo has and also, in what way he involves Kagami and also other Uchiha into it: Eyestealing.

The confrontation of course is nasty, Kagami is hurt and does not want to believe that those would be his true intentions and Danzo is straight out furious. The confrontation escalates into a fight, lots of words falling from each side until in a moment of vulnerability, Danzo just knocks Kagami out, deciding then and there that the first step for Kagami has already come. Danzo is not ready to just kill him, of course he still loves him but Kagami has powerful eyes that he needs for Konoha's protection and who knows? Maybe Kagami might turn around and attack the village one day, like Madara had. This is the day Kagami disappears, without anyone knowing how or what had happened to the Uchiha. And no one wold ever know until Danzo's death (where I think that they had searched through all of Danzo's things to know what things he had been involved in).

Okay so, for Kagami to actually experience the massacre, he would survive whatever killed him at the age of 25. So this will be rather canon compliant but we love us some AU's. Danzo was too selfiish to just let Kagami be slaughtered in the night of the massacre, so in the days leading up to this plan coming into frutition, he has his lover stay over at his place a lot more, but of course he also fiures out, that if Kagami finds out, that his entire clan, friends, family, people he is close to, are about to be wiped out, Kagami wouldn't jsut idly remain in Danzos apartment and wait it all out. In the night of the massacre, Danzo makes sure that he drugs him up, sealign him away in a safe compartment and Kagami doesn't even know what hit him until he wakes up again in a holding cell deep within the ROOT HQ.

His mind is foggy and he can barely understand the words spoken, nor is he even able to make out who is talking until he can see Danzo, surrounded by two of the ROOT Anbu working on his arm, which wouldn't be weird until-.... he can see the firece redness of the Sharingan looking back and forth... But not just one, multiple... and there were a lot more eyes he could spot on the table. Danzo is rather indifferent to Kagami's distress and rather tells him that he should be happy that Danzo decided to save him from this fate, solely because they were lovers, but of course, Kagami will learn to resent him, each day a little more.

Another route to this could of course be that Kagami just barely survives the massacre, or just survives out of sheer luck because he was out on a mission. Kagami understandably is shattered, no understanding what had happened and even less so: why? He knew Itachi, he had always been such a soft and kind child and suddenly he snapped and killed the whole clan... on his own? It doesn't make sense but that's all that Konoha knew. Kagami falls into depression, unable to really do anything anymore he just mindlessly accepts missions, that even put him at risk but he doesn't really care anymore. The only one who really makes him feel something good in his life is Danzo, who has been with him through everything, trying to see if they coul maybe even take Sasuke in so he would at least grow up with someone from his clan.

Things had pretty much been set for that to happen, until, out of fumb luck, Kagami finds out about Danzos involvement about the massacre. His world shatters all over again, the person he was trusting so much was behind all of this? Manipulated one of his kin to go against his own family and friends?

Now here we can either have Kagami just straight up giving up, not caring anymore and it could lead to an absolutely tragic end or just have Kagami rather... just being there physically. The other thing would be Kagami furiously confronting Danzo, or even dragging his ass to Hiruzen, who would probably find a way to just look over the crimes in favor of his friend.

I hope those takes were okay :'D. I also have a lot of other KagaDan tragic/angsty takes, but those don't really involve Danzo's general plans involving the Uchiha.

#Danzo Shimura #Kagami Uchiha #tw: death #tw: massacre mention #tw: bodyhorror

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Chapter Six: What Did You Say?

Summary: Born on October 1, 1989, Number Eight grew up with a strange power much like the other 43 children. After being adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, Jemma grows up with six other siblings with peculiar powers just like her and lived a not so happy childhood. Now in 2019, Reginald is found dead, the once missing Number Five reappears after 17 years, and, oh yeah, the world is ending.

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THE TRIO OF SIBLINGS SAT IN A pristine, white, glass-walled office with the doctor that Five had talked to earlier in the day in front of them. Klaus and Jemma sat in chairs while Five stood behind them and paced every once in a while. He may have tried to hide it, but Jemma could easily see the young-looking boy was worried beyond belief. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it obviously had something to do with why they were at Meritech.

"Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential.” The frustrated doctor tried to explain calmly, “without the client's consent, I simply can't help you."

Five growled lowly at that, "well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name."

Jemma glanced at her brother in slight concern and confusion. The way Five gritted his teeth and glared at the doctor obviously indicated that he was angry and frustrated, but she didn’t know why. Yes, the doctor wasn’t giving Five what he wanted… but what was so special about a prosthetic eye? He had been arguing with the man for over twenty minutes now about getting the name of the owner to the eye. Jemma was slightly weirded out to find that her brother had been carrying it around for some time now, but she let that thought go. They’ve been in far weirder situations for a prosthetic eye to seem strange.

"Well, that's not my problem.” The doctor scoffed, breaking Jemma out of her thoughts, “sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so--"

"And what about my consent?" Everyone’s head snapped to face Klaus who had been sitting quietly during the whole argument. He had been calmly slouched in his chair with his hands clasped before him.

"Excuse me?" The doctor asked in confusion.

Klaus just stared at the man and stood up while leaning his hands against the desk, "who gave you permission to lay your hands on our son?"

"What?" The three others in the room asked in confusion.

"You heard me."

The doctor gritted his teeth at the blatantly false accusation, "I didn't touch your son."

"Oh, really?” Klaus scoffed, “well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?"

"He doesn't have a swollen--"

Klaus then wound his hand and slapped Five across the face. Jemma cringed at the sight and hoped that her junkie brother wouldn’t try to do the same to her. Five turned back around with a split lip and a scowl on his young face. "I want it.” Klaus demanded leaning against the pristine desk, “name, please. Now."

"You're crazy," the doctor breathed out in panic as he realized how far these three were willing to go in order to get the information they wanted.

"You got no idea,” Klaus then noticed a snow globe idly sitting on the doctor’s desk and picked it up, “'Peace on Earth.' That's so sweet." Without any warning, Klaus slammed the globe into his face and shattered the glass on to his face. Now he was soaked and his forehead was bleeding. "God, that hurt!”

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The frightened doctor reached for the phone on his desk in a hurry, “I'm calling secur--” Jemma then used her speed to grab the phone out of the man’s hands. He didn’t notice her speed as he was far to focused on the group of insane people sitting in front of him. “What are you doing?”

Jemma tried to make herself sound as hysterical as possible, "help! My son and husband have been assaulted, and we need security, now!” She slammed the phone down back into its receiver and smiled sweetly at the frightened doctor with her ruby lips. “Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

The doctor gulped in fright, "It's Lance."

"In about 60 seconds,” Jemma ignored him and continued, “two security guards are gonna come through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, 'What happened?'” She freighted fright, “and we're gonna tell them that you hurt us.”

Klaus smiled proudly at his blonde sister, “you're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a--" Klaus waved his hand dismissively. "You're just You're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

Lance gaped in horror, "Jesus, you are some real sick people."

Klaus stared at him blankly as Five and Jemma stood off to the side with creepy smirks, "thank you."

The frightened doctor led the three siblings to the filing cabinets in order to get the information that they wanted. He eyed them warily as he sorted through the files and pulled out the correct one. However, when he stared at the designated serial number of the eye that the young boy had, there was something completely off about it. "Oh, that's strange."

Klaus jumped off of the cabinet he was previously sitting on and moved to stand uncomfortably close to the doctor. "What?"

"Uh, the eye.” He tried to ignore the three psychos burning gazes and tried to keep his focus on the papers in front of him. “It hasn't been purchased by a client yet."

Jemma’s eyebrows furrowed as she leaned on the doctor’s other side to catch a glimpse of the paperwork. "What do you mean?"

Lance glanced at them and started to explain, "well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number- This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet.” He, Klaus and Jemma looked up to stare at the one who was adamant about finding out about this prosthetic eye. “Where did you get that eye?"

Five just clenched his jaw in frustration.

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The trio of siblings came out of the building after getting the information that they wanted. Well, the information that Five wanted, and it certainly wasn’t what he was looking for. If anything, the fact that he now knew that the eye that he has from the future hasn’t even been made yet was certainly off-putting. "Well, this is not good," Five sighed.

"I was pretty good, though, right?” Klaus asked excitedly, “'Yeah. What about my consent, bitch?'" Jemma laughed along with him as he started to imitate himself from only a few minutes away. She had to admit that it was quite impressive how Klaus was able to manipulate the situation and get what he wanted. Though it isn’t really anything new. She and Klaus had to do quite a bit of manipulation to get what they wanted and usually teamed up to do it. Whether it be drugs or alcohol, they could say that they were skilled at getting what they wanted.

Five abruptly turned to his two siblings with an irritated scowl, "Klaus, it doesn't matter."

Jemma stopped laughing and stared at him with an inquisitive stare. "Why are you so interested in a prosthetic eye, Five?"

"There is someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days."

Jemma blinked at him slightly disturbed, "that's oddly specific, how do you even know that?"

"They're gonna bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it." Jemma continued to blink at him in confusion as she tried to absorb his words. ‘End of life on the Earth’... she played around with that statement in her head for a few minutes as Klaus and Five started to bicker.

"Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks, like, now, or what?"

Five scoffed, "Your 20 bucks?"

"Yeah,” Klaus said as he had yet to pick up on Five’s words and the fact that Jemma seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, “my 20 bucks."

"The apocalypse is coming, and you can think about is getting high?"

"Well, I'm also quite hungry.” He patted his stomach still unfazed, “tummy's a-rumblin'."

Jemma ignored Klaus for a moment and stared at Five with wide, questioning eyes, “Wait, did you say apocalypse?” If she had been drunk, Jemma would have laughed at Five and found this hilarious. The apocalypse? Ha! Then she’d just ignore him and continue to drown herself. However, with a clear mind, she could see the seriousness in Five’s young face and hear the determination in his voice. She believes him when he said that the apocalypse is coming. It’s just going to take her a few moments to process it. Maybe about two dozen shots will also help her.

Five ignored her and became beyond frustrated, "you're useless. You're all useless!" He turned and plopped himself down on the stone stairs. Jemma and Klaus followed suit, one in exasperation and the other with wobbly knees.

"Oh, come on.” Klaus whined, “you need to lighten up, old man.” A thought then struck him, “hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!”

Jemma cringed, “Klaus!” She definitely didn’t want to think about that in any way. Especially about any of her siblings. The blonde didn’t need to hear about the activities her brothers or sisters got up to in a private setting.

Klaus just brushed her off and sighed, “all those years by yourself. It's gotta screw with your head, being alone."

They were silent for a moment as they took that in. There would have been nothing for Five there, in the future. The world must have been in ruins after the apocalypse. Everyone must have been dead and gone when he arrived there. It must have suck being stuck in the future by yourself with no one to talk to. Jemma was actually surprised that Five wasn’t batshit crazy after all of that. She certainly would have lost her mind after the first day.

"Well, I wasn't alone."

That piqued his siblings' interest as they turned to him. "Oh? Pray tell."

"Her name was Delores.” His gaze turned wistful as he started to reminisce in the past about this woman. Jemma was actually surprised to see that her brother was somewhat enamored by someone. “We were together for over 30 years."

"Thirty years?” She questioned in astonishment and awe. Delores must be a special lady for Five to stick around with her for three decades.

“Oh, wow! God, the longest I've been with someone was-- I don't know, three weeks. And that's only because I was so tired of looking for a place to sleep. He did make the most fantastic osso buco, though. It was--” He cut himself off when he noticed that the small boy was gone from the stairs. “Five?"

As Klaus rambled about on of his past relationships, Five had grown irritated, like always, and spacial jumped into a taxi that had been driving past. "Don't stop.” He had told the startled driver who was completely surprised to find a boy who magically appeared in his back seat. “Just keep going."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Klaus jumped up enraged as he stomped in place. Five past in the cab and sarcastically shot both of his siblings a half-ass salute as he was driven away. “what about my money?!"

Jemma gulped. Her nerves were on high alert “C-come on, Klaus. Let’s head back to the academy,” Her eyes shined with a false eagerness, “I’ll make something for lunch if you want...” She needed a distraction at the moment. She was definitely going to hit the bottle when she got home. Plus, since Klaus was obviously hungry, she would cook him up some lunch. At least then she would be somewhat useful.

With that Jemma and Klaus started to make their trek back to the academy. Klaus talked all the while about how annoying Five was and Jemma half-listened to it. The lingering thought of the apocalypse was in the back of her mind and weighing heavily on her. What the hell was going on?

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Vanya swayed as she allowed her music to take control of her. She was in need of some sort of distraction after her interaction with Allison and practicing her violin was a good way of doing that. Just as she was about to start another measure in her piece, there was a knock at the door. “He's not here, Mrs. Kowalsk,” she called out before continuing to practice her piece. Yet she paused once again when the knocking continued. Growing fed up, Vanya sighed in frustration and stopped playing to open her door. “Mr. Puddles isn't here.” Instead of being faced with her elderly neighbor, there was a young man standing in front of her. “Can I help you?”

The man that was at her door was a bit taller than her. He had dark brown hair on his head and a slightly round face. His eyes were a dark brown color that looked down at her with confusion and kindness. “I'm Leonard.” He introduced himself, “I'm your four o'clock.”

“Oh, my-” Vanya gasped, “I forgot. I am so sorry.”

The man raised his hands in surrender and chuckled, “I swear I had nothing to do with Mr. Puddles.”

“Oh, no Sorry, it's, uh, my neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski. She--" the ordinary woman sighed, "well, she has this cat that always goes missing. She thinks I know where it is. I don't. She's older. And I should stop talking. I'm so sorry." The two of them laughed lightly, though Vanya's was more out of embarrassment. "Please come in.”

Leonard walked into her apartment and turned to her once the door was shut. They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before he started to take off his jacket. “I'm guessing I look different than your usual students.”

“Um, yeah, you can just," she motioned for him to put his jacket down, "Yeah, 20 years or so different." She does mainly teach kids from seven to twelve with some teenagers every once in a while. Though it wasn't like Vanya had never taught someone closer to her age. It wasn't that strange, but Vanya would say she works easier with kids.

"Well, the ad didn't say anything about age limits," Leonard said with a smile.

Vanya nodded her head and avoided eye contact. "No, no, of course not. It's most of my students are kids. Easier to learn music when you're young. You know, like a second language."

"Ich verstehe!" The man suddenly shouted which caused Vanya to stare at him in confusion. "That's German for "I understand." I took three years of that in high school. And that's all I can remember."

"Mm. Well, it's right over here. If you wanna-" she said and pointed towards her violin, "Let me just Sorry-"

Her newest student waved his hand, "Oh, it's fine."

She started to shuffle through her papers to find the pieces that she needs to start teaching him. "-get organized for a second."

"Mm-hmm." Leonard hummed and picked up the instrument. "Ah." He glided the bow across the strings harshly which caused a cringeworthy sound to stick their ears.

"Oh!" Vanya exclaimed and cringed at the sound, "You're really just going for it."

"Yeah."

Vanya walked over to him, "Um, no, I'll actually take that." She took the violin from her new student, "and we're just gonna start with the basics."

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At the gym, Diego waltzed through the door after being released from the police precinct. Even though Detective Patch had given him a warning about not getting involved, there was no way in hell that he was going to do that. Call it stupidity or curiosity, but Diego wanted to find out what was going on. The knife-thrower greeted many of the people who were working out which was reciprocated with smiles and waves.

He approached the back room that he has been living in for a while now and stopped when he noticed that the door had been open. There was someone in his room. He pulled out one of his many knives and subtly opened the door a small sliver. He threw the knife and sent it soaring through the air towards the intruder. It embedded itself in the wood right next to the trespasser and may or may not have skinned his ear. Diego just wanted to scare him a bit.

“Ow!” Luther exclaimed and check on his ear that he knew had a cut on it thanks to Diego, “what the-”

The knife thrower scoffed and closed his door while his jaw tensed at the sight of his brother, “I could smell it was you.”

Luther looked pissed, “what the hell? You could have killed me.”

“If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.” Diego bit out and walked down the stairs.

The tense atmosphere was obvious between the two brothers as Diego approached Luther and held his hand out for his knife. He got his knife back and started to settle down

“It's a nice place.” Luther's attempt to make small talk was met with a cold response.

“I like it.”

“So why didn't you tell me?” Luther cut to the chase.

Diego already knew what he was referring to but didn’t see a point in talking about it. “Tell you what?”

Luther held up a poster that he found earlier that displayed the match that Diego fought in. "That you were fighting the night that Dad died. I checked with the guys out there." Proof when the proof was needed. Luther's suspicions about Diego were finally snuffed out with this piece of evidence.

The knife-thrower scoffed at his revelation. Why did it matter? "Well, I shouldn't have to prove my innocence to you or anyone else in this family."

"Yeah, you're right." Luther sighed. "But, I just thought that-"

Diego cut him off with a small sneer, "Yeah. I know what you thought." He was angered by the fact that Luther was quick to accuse him and the rest of their siblings for killing Hargreeves. Yes, Diego was the most outspoken about how much he hated the old man, but he would never go as far as to kill their father. Diego wasn't going to let that go. Not any time soon. "Now you have a nice day, brother."

Seeing that Diego wanted nothing else with him and was still upset about his accusations, Luther decided that it was time to leave. "All right." He lumbered up the stairs, around his brother, and exited the room. Diego barely turned to watch him leave.

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Klaus lounged across the basement table as he groaned in exhaustion. His stomach had been thoroughly filled to the brim full of quite a few different foods. For some reason, Jemma had started to cook far more than just making one meal for them. It was like she was trying to feed the entire family for thanksgiving. Yet Klaus ate it all and was unsure if he should regret that or not.

Jemma was still pretty shaken up by what Five had revealed to them. Unlike Klaus who didn't seem to care or believe Five, Jemma was starting to worry. The sudden reappearance and his insistence to stay away from them started to add up in her mind. So she ended up stress cooking. She usually did this when she was nervous or stressed, plus, Klaus insisted that she make him some lunch. It was either this, or she tries to drown herself.

Her throat was already starting to burn at the thought of chugging at least ten bottles of alcohol or as much as she could find in the house. Sobriety was a pipe-dream anyway. She had been sober for far too long anyway. Though she was somewhat proud of herself! She has gone at least four hours without having a drink, a new record.

"Jem," Klaus broke her out of her troubled thoughts as she leaned over the sink. Hewas changed out of the clothes he used for his disguise and was in a more comfortable outfit. "You're going to break that plate." He commented lazily as he rested his hands on his stomach that was filled to the brim with his sister's wonderful cooking. He looked up to watch as Jemma paused in her vigorous scrubbing of a plate that she was cleaning up. She hadn't even noticed that she was using her superspeed and nearly broke it.

The blonde set the plate down before she accidentally shattered it due to how fast she was scrubbing it. With a large sigh, Jemma placed her wet hands on the edge of the counter as she closed her eyes in contemplation. Having superspeed had its advantages, but having super thoughts, as she dubbed it, wasn't one of them. The expression of "racing thoughts" was not just an expression to her. She literally could think over ten times faster than anyone else, which could cause her a lot of anxiety. Alcohol usually helped with slowing down those thoughts. A glass of the burning liquid didn't seem to bad at that moment.

Seeing the conflicted look on his sister's face, Klaus sat up on the table. He watched how she controlled her breathing and her hands were shaking. He could easily recognize the signs of her anxiety and withdrawal. He knew that she had gone a while for drinking and she needed it bad. Though besides the need for a drink, there was something else bothering her.

"What's wrong," He asked her with furrowed brows.

Jemma glance at him over her shoulder with large eyes as she watched him moved to sit on the edge of the table to get a better look at her. She could tell that he was curious about her behavior but most likely had an idea about what was causing her to be so fidgety.

She turned around completely and leaned against the sink. Her head was turned to the side so she didn't have to stare at him. Jemma wasn't sure if he would still look at her with disappointment and sadness. Ever since they were teens he usually had that expression whenever he was around her. Of course, it developed after she had gained her alcohol addiction and she knew it was for that reason. Though, isn't it hypocritical? Klaus had an addiction longer than she did, why did he get to judge her or feel bad about what she did to herself?

What she didn't realize was that he was upset with how much she had taken after him. When they were kids, it was always Klaus, Jemma, and Ben. They were thick as thieves, far more than they were with any of their other family members. So when Jemma became depressed as a teenager, Klaus tried to help her any way he could. That included introducing her to some bad things, like alcohol. She used to be this innocent little girl who had such an optimistic look on the world. Jemma always found a way to brighten everyone's day but now she's just a shell of her past self. Klaus wasn't disappointed in her, really. More so himself for playing a part in making her like this.

Jemma clicked her tongue, "I can't get what Five said out of my head..."

"What about the apocalypse?" Klaus put as much sarcasm behind his words as he could. Obviously, he didn't take what Five had said as serious as Jemma does. "Come on, Jem. The old man's crazy. You can't believe everything he says, you know."

"Why not?" She asked softly and crossed her arms over her chest. "He's our brother, and yes he may not be all there. But why would he lie, especially about something like this?"

Klaus pretended to think with a hand on his chin, "Because he thought all of this up in his insane little mind while he was by himself."

Jemma bit her lips as her anxiety was still high, "But what if he didn't?"

"Then I guess we best party hard because it's the end of the world!" Klaus cheered.

The blonde couldn't help herself but laugh lightly at him. Even in this situation where she was worried beyond belief, Klaus somehow got her to smile for a second. Yet her lips dipped downward again as her laughter died.

"Well," she licked her lips and turned to rummage through the cabinets. "Partying sounds fun." She cheered softly when she grabbed the cool bottle on one of the highest shelves. "Which means drinks, right?"

Klaus sighed now that Jemma had the bottle of poison in her hands. He also didn't like the look in her eyes. She seemed so willing to drown herself now, so upsetting. Of course, he wasn't the only one upset about her behavior.

"I guess."

Jemma took the cap off of the bottle and downed about half of it in one gulp. Her throat burned for a moment, but it satisfied her quite a bit. It was going to take her at least ten to twelve bottles of hard liquor to get her slightly buzzed, she knew that it would be worth it though. Being able to escape reality was always a good thing.

"If you need me, I'll be in my room, okay?" Jemma said as she started to shuffle out of the room. Klaus watched her go reluctantly.

Once the blonde was gone, Klaus turned his gaze to the man who sat in the chair at the head of the table. He could see the sadness in his dark eyes that were still glued to where Jemma had gone. Klaus didn't like seeing him like this, upset about Jemma. However, there wasn't much that he could do to help the ghost. "She'll be fine, Ben." Klaus said and let out a heavy sigh, "She usually is."

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Leonard had the violin in his hands as he continued to play a slow and shaky rendition of Frere Jacques. "That's coming along." Vanya complimented his progress.

He chuckled and placed the instrument down, "Looks like I chose the right teacher."

"Oh," Vanya looked away a Leonard chuckled slightly. "I don't know about that. My next student could probably lecture me on what I'm doing wrong. She's- She's a bit of a prodigy."

"Well, you can relax." Leonard nodded his head, "I have never been a prodigy at anything."

Vanya sighed, "Well, that makes two of us."

There was a beat of silence between the two that was becoming slightly awkward. The intense stare that Leonard had on Vanya was causing her to become slightly uncomfortable but she chalked that up for the fact that they just met.

"So - So, I will see you next week, and, uh, practice the bow hold," she took her violin from him and place it on the couch, "uh, and maybe - get a violin."

The two of them chuckled slightly "You can be honest. Do you think it's weird wanting to learn violin this late in life?"

"No, no. Monet didn't really start painting until his forties." She shrugged her shoulders, "He did all right for himself. No, if you love music, then you're in the right place."

Leonard let out a breath, "I'd say you're describing my dad more than me. He was the music lover. It's kind of why I'm here. He passed away a while ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Leonard waved her off, "Oh, no, it's fine. We had a complicated relationship. Didn't really get each other, you know?" Vanya was able to draw a parallel between herself and Leonard at just that statement. "But he loved violin, and that was not my thing. So I guess I'm here to understand him better, if that makes any sense. Family. It's never easy, right?" The man chuckled, "Sorry for getting heavy on you there." He stared at her intensely for a moment, as if he knew she could understand where he was coming from. "Um, stupid, I know."

Vanya shook her head and brushed off the strange feeling she was getting from him, "No. No, stupid is not knowing. Believe me, uh, I get it."

She really did understand where he was coming from. Considering she grew up as the only ordinary child from a group of superpowered kids with a father who valued her less than the others, she knew how bad family could be sometimes.

"Mm-hmm." Leonard hummed and pulled on his jacket, "Well... thanks. Guess I'll see you next week."

"Yeah."

Before leaving the apartment, Leonard paused and turned to her with a smile. "Uh I'm a woodworker. I have a shop in, uh, Bricktown." The woman stared at him in confusion, "You should come by some time. You know, check it out."

Vanya froze for a second and blinked. He was inviting her to his shop? After they'd only just met. A moment of silence passed before Vanya found her voice again. "This week I'm busy, but-"

"It's fine." Leonard said with a small trace of disappointment in his voice, "I understand. Another time. See you next week."

"Bye." Now that Vanya was alone with her thoughts, her chest started to swell with an unsure feeling. She had only known Leonard for about two hours. Should she go to his shop? She wasn't sure.

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The city skyline was bright as shining lights brightened up streets and buildings now that it was dark out. As the moon shined down on the still bustling city, Allison stared up at the sky. Her thoughts ran rampant about what she had done during the day. What she said to Vanya was haunting her slightly. She shouldn't of said those things to the ordinary woman. Allison had no doubt that she may have hurt her sister's feelings. She took a drag of her cigarette and continued to debate how badly she treated Vanya.

"Ah, Miss Allison." Pogo said as he approached the sulking woman, "I was looking for you."

Allison quickly tried to hide her cigarette, not that discreetly and turned to him. "How did you, uh, How did you know I was up here?"

Pogo walked closer to the woman, "Oh, it wasn't hard. This is always where you used to come when you were upset."

"Who told you I was-" Allison sighed, "Luther."

Pogo shook his head, "Actually, it was Miss Vanya. She called to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah," Allison said as it was clear she was upset with herself, "I, um I said some pretty unkind things to her."

Pogo shook his head, "She's your sister. She knows you didn't mean it."

Allison scoffed, "Doubt it. She doesn't know anything about me, which is fine 'cause I don't know shit about her either."

"Language."

"Sorry." She apologized, "It's just it's been a while since we've all lived under the same roof."

The chump reminisced for a moment, "Almost 13 years."

"How did you do it? Alone in this huge house for so long."

"Well, one grows used to things, even if, sometimes one shouldn't." A beat of silence passed between them as they digested the sad truth behind his words. "Come with me. I want to show you something. It might just cheer you up." He started to walk out of the attic with the woman following him. Though he called back to her, "And make sure you fully extinguish that cigarette. Wouldn't want to start a fire."

Allison cringed slightly at being caught smoking. She shuffled back over to the windowsill and made sure that her cigarette was extinguished completely before following after chimp. She wasn't sure what he had in mind to cheer her up, and she was quite curious about it.

---

Pogo lead Allison through the house to a small room that she hadn't been in before. In the room, there were about a dozen screens of old televisions with cabinets that seemed to be full of VCR tapes. Some screens had nothing but snow on them, others had the happy faces of the children apart of the Umbrella Academy. The shouts and laughter from years ago caused Allison to stare in shock as she was overwhelmed by nostalgia. "Your father stopped recording years ago." He explained, "But I still come here from time to time. When I'm missing you kids."

"Pogo, this is--" she stammered out in astonishment, "Most families have home movies to look back on. We have surveillance footage." She watched a clip of young Klaus getting himself a drink at the bar. It was upsetting to think that a child was getting involved in something as addictive as alcohol or drugs at only age thirteen, but it was normal for Klaus at the time. She watched another screen of Jemma and Ben in the living room reading together. A bittersweet smile crawled on Allison's face at the sight.

The chimp smiled slightly at the expression on the woman's face, "I hoped it might cheer you up."

She smiled, "It does. Oh, my God, look how little we were." She watched each screen that had her and her siblings from years ago. "Oh!" She pointed at one of them, "Ben and I? I miss him so much." Then she caught sight of the only ordinary family member playing her violin by herself. "And Vanya. Why didn't we include her? I mean, if anybody ever treated Claire like that, I can't even imagine..."

"You were a child, Miss Allison," Pogo argued.

"Yeah but I'm not anymore." Allison bowed her head slightly, "And neither is she."

"If you're not in a hurry," Pogo started and gestured behind them, "the rest of the tapes are in that cabinet. Make sure you lock up when you go. Things have been disappearing lately. These are too important to lose."

Allison nodded her head and took the keys from him. Mesmerized by the screens with videos from her past, she barely noticed Pogo leave the room. She certainly didn't notice the meaningful glance he gave her right before he left the room.

Allison soon started to rummage through some of the other tapes to see what they were. There were a few that piqued her interest, however, she paused. She caught sight of another tape that was resting on top of the screens. Its label had been torn off unlike the others that had been carefully labeled with the dates. She picked up the tape and stared at it for a moment before deciding to put it in.

She sat down in her chair and watched as the tape played. "Oh, God." Allison gasped out as she stared at the screen in shock, "Dad."

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As Allison was watching the troubling tapes of her father’s death, Jemma plopped down onto her plush bed. A bottle of whiskey was tightly held in her small hands as she leaned against her headboard.

She leaned against the plush, soft pillows of her childhood bed and took another gulp from the bottle. The liquid burned her throat in such a satisfying way that she felt almost content. Her mind was slowly starting to numb, but she's going to need more to fully let go of reality. It's a good thing she brought another bottle with her which waws currently glaring at her from her desk. Of course, right next to it was the picture that caused her so much heartbreak at the nostalgia and reminders it brought up.

She tried to get as comfy as she could on her bed, but she couldn't. There was just this uncomfortable feeling that wouldn't leave her alone. No matter how she sat or rearranged the pillows behind her, there was no way that she could get rid of the heavy feeling in her chest.

Jemma sighed and took another small swig of her drink. Though she paused after she took one last sip. She looked at the bottle and seemed to have a staring contest with the inanimate object. For a moment, she thought that the bottle would start to taunt her. She thought that it would start teasing her about how much of a failure she was, how she disappoints her siblings, or how she lost the one person who truly understood her.

Her small hands gripped the bottle tightly like she was about to break it. Though that would only make a mess and waste some perfectly good alcohol. She needed to calm down. All she was doing at the moment was causing her anxiety to fester even more. Jemma didn't need to psych herself out any more than she already had.

Five's foreboding of the end of the world may just be something he thought up like Klaus said. Or not. Either way, drinking could help her cope with it.

Yet for some reason, she felt like there were eyes watching her every move. Perhaps they were the reason that she had this heavy feeling in her chest. Her eyes floated over to the only possible source of the feeling of being watched. It was the picture of Ben.

Her lips puckered and her eyes narrowed at the image of the past. The happy image caused her lip to quiver slightly. "You'd be so disappointed in me," she softly said. "I know you would hate how I am now. I hate myself." Her voice, laced with remorse, cracked as she stared at the picture of her best friend. She rolled her eyes as she started to cry slightly. "I can't do anything right! I'm an alcoholic coward now who is scared of just about everything!"

Through her self-loathing and thinking that she was alone she never thought that the one person she wished she was talking to was actually watching her with sad eyes. He raised his hand and tried to lay it on her shaking shoulder, only for it go through her.

She shivered slightly as a chill traveled down her spine but ignored it as she wiped her eyes. "I'm pathetic," she chuckled humorously, "here I am, talking to myself like you're actually here."

She gave one last look at the picture with watery eyes before downing the rest of her drink. Yet she had no idea that Ben had been listening like he usually did. Always listening but unable to talk back. So he watched as she curled up on her bed and started to cry. His frustration with the situation was evident from the way his brow creased. He desperately wanted to contradict her, tell her that she was wrong. However, she couldn't hear ghosts like their brother. The two of them were separated by the thin veil that kept the living from interacting with the dead. What an unfortunate predicament.

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While a light rain painted the empty parking lot of the Grimble Brothers clothing store, Five spacial jumped through the locked doors of the shop. He was determined to find who he was looking for, there was no way that he was going to leave without her.

He grabbed a flashlight from a bin and used it to navigate through the aisle of clothes. He looked at just about everything with his hands shoved in her pockets as usual. Soon enough, he saw exactly who he was looking for.

"Delores." He let a small smile crawl on his face, "It's good to see you." Of course, Delores didn't respond because she was a mannequin. "I've missed you... obviously. Well, It's been a rough couple of days." Just as he was having a heartfelt reunion with the inanimate object, the two assassins who had been following the boy came into the shop. They put on their masks and readied their weapons. The boy saw them coming a little too late, "No!" Bullets were soon shot at him. Five easily recognized the colorful masks, "Oh, shit! It's them." He made quick work of making sure that Delores was out of danger and held her with care, "I'll be right back for you." Then he rushed off through the racks of clothes.

Cha-Cha and Hazel looked for the time traveler and shot at anything that appeared to move. At one point, Cha-Cha was able to catch sight of the kid only for him to disappear into thin air just as she fired her gun. "You see that?" She called over to her partner.

Hazel shrugged his shoulders, "You said he was special. So now what?"

"You start over there, I'll go to the other end." The pink rabbit told him, "Meet in the middle. Shoot anything that moves."

For the next few minutes, Five weaved through the racks of clothes and hide from the assailants. Showers of bullets rained down on him as he spacial jumped from one part of the store to another in order to find the duffle bag he needed. He certainly wasn't going to try and leave just yet. He had to get Delores! He ended up finding a bag and quickly made his way back to Delores to put her into it. Okay, now he could try and getaway.

"Elastic wrist splint." Hazel cheered as he held them, distracted from their mission. "Yes!"

Five tried to spacial jump again but found that he couldn't. He must have exhausted himself to the point where he could no longer use his power. "Shit!" The boy cursed as he tried to jump again but got the same disappointing result. "Come on!"

The boy continued to run through the shop before jumping over a display shelf. The two shooters followed after him and suddenly had him cornered with nowhere to go. "Got him!"

However, they were distracted by the sirens and police lights that came from outside. Their little shoot out had definitely caught the attention of law enforcement. When Cha-Cha and Hazel looked back at where the young-looking killer had been, he was gone. "The bastard jumped again," Hazel said in frustration.

The two assassins sighed in defeat. They were so close to getting this job over and done with, but now they had to find that little asshole again. "Come on, let's go." As the two assassins left, Five was huddled up behind a cash register with Delores tightly in his grasp. That was certainly a close one for him.

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Back at the academy, before Luther could get into his childhood room, Allison followed after him. “There you are.” Allison gasped as she walked up to the bulky figure of Luther, “I've been looking everywhere for you."

The dirty blond furrowed his eyebrows at the woman’s appearance. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gone.” He wasn't really upset about that. If she stayed longer, it just meant that he could see her more.

"No," she shook her head, her curls swaying slightly, "I was gonna go, and then Pogo showed me this-"

The large man cut her off, "Well, listen- I was wrong about Dad's death."

Confusion painted Allison's features, "What?" After what she had just discovered, she could say that Luther may not be wrong about their father's death.

"Yeah, I was wrong about Diego." He clarified and let out a sigh, "You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just-"

"No," Allison nodded her head and tried to get out what she knew was extremely important. "I-I know, I get it-"

Luther just continued on, "Seeing all of you and being back here I should be the one who's trying to bring us back together, not tear us apart."

"Would you shut up?" Allison exclaimed in frustration.

Luther was stunned, "What?"

"-You were right about Dad. Come on, I gotta show you something." As Allison started to lead Luther towards the room filled with screens and tapes, they saw that one of their other brothers was coming up the stairs. "Five?" The actress gasped at the disheveled state of the time traveler. His clothes were ripped and he held a large duffle bag in his hands. "What the hell happened to you?"

See his crescent fallen expression, Luther turned to him and spoke softly with concern lacing his words. "Are you okay?" Luther reached out a hand to place it on the boy's shoulder, "Can we help?"

Five grabbed his arm before Luther could get close to touching him. "There's nothing you can do." His aged eyes stared up at the bulky man with no emotion as he reminisced in a painful memory. "There's nothing any of you can do."

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In the apocalypse, Five walked through the remains of a building and came upon a strange sight. Through the rubble, a hand jutted out from under layers of bricks and concrete. It held a bloody prosthetic eye. He grabbed the eye from the cold hand and stared at it in confusion. Then he looked up to see who the hand belonged to. It was a large blonde man who was covered in ash and blood. There was an eerily familiar look to the man that Five was scared to admit. It had to be Luther. Even though he was older, Five had a feeling that it was Number One. Panic seeped into his chest as he realized where he was. He rushed towards the next body that he could see.

It was Diego who was laid out on his stomach. Five shook his brother's shoulder to try and get a response but obviously didn't get one. Not too far away, a woman with bushy hair was also covered in rubble, dead. Allison. Three of his siblings were dead, fear struck his heart. He stood up to look around some more and came to find another man, Klaus, laid on the ground. His lifeless eyes staring in his direction.

Now, it would be hard to identify his siblings who would be significantly older than the last time he saw them. He did travel into the future, after all. Perhaps these people weren't his siblings. They all had superpowers which could mean that they may have survived this. There was a small possibility that these people were just strangers to him. Despite his want and need for these dead people not to be his siblings, the umbrella academy tattoo on Klaus' arm glared back at the young boy. There was no denying it. All of these people were his family.

He gulped and just about nearly burst into tears. Though it would be okay for him to do that. There was no one around to see him cry because everyone on the planet was dead, as far as he could tell. However, as the sound of his blood pumping through his ears and the crackling of the fires burning, he could hear a subtle gasp coming from a pile of concrete.

Someone was alive.

From the sound of the gasps, Five could tell that this person was barely alive. They were struggling for their next gulp of oxygen and most likely dying quite slowly. He wasn't sure how this person could have survived since everyone else seemed to be dead, but he didn't care for that right now. All that mattered was seeing who it was that had miraculously survived.

He rounded a large pile of rubble and found a petite body stuck underneath the concrete. A hollow gasp came out of their mouth as Five quickly approached them. He saw the matching tattoo that he had on pale skin which could only belong to one other person since he found his other siblings.

“Jemma?” He knelt down to her side and started to move some of the rubble off of her broken body. She grunted in pain as he lifted some off of her chest to allow her to breathe. “Hey, hey.” She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, pale cheeks, and severe cuts all over her face. It was quite obvious that she was critically injured. Sections of her blonde hair were painted in an ugly red hue because of the blood that stuck to her face. “Jemma, it’s me. It’s Five,” her head lolled to the side, “no, stay awake!”

She had the strength to turn back to him and tried to keep her eyes open as long as she could, “F-F-Fi-Five.” Her cracked lips split from her effort to speak. Five could only think that the reason she was still alive was because of her superspeed and how her body is able to recover quickly from certain injuries. That meant that she would survive this. He would have her, so he wouldn’t be alone after all. She couldn’t just leave him. He knew that she wouldn’t leave him, she didn’t do that to people.

Five didn’t want to admit it, but he was starting to sob at the sight of his sister. Not only was she far older than the last time he saw her, but she was near death. He certainly didn’t like seeing her in this state and knew that he only had moments with her. “What happened? Jemma, what happened?” He held her hand as delicately as he could to make sure he didn’t cause her any more pain, but he wanted to make sure that she knew he was there. He also wanted to assure himself that this was real, that his sister was dying right in front of him.

She started to tear up as she stared at her long-lost brother with a mix of relief, pain, and contentment in her blue eyes. “H-Har…” Her voice cracked and sounded like a scratchy record player, “H-H-Har-Har-.” She was putting so much effort into saying one word that she felt like all of the energy had been drained. Her electric blue iris’ started to dim as the hold that she had on his hand started to weaken.

Five started to panic, “no no no no no. Jemma! Please, stay awake!”

Jemma was gone.

The blonde's large, round, vacant eyes stared up at him. The haunting dull blue iris were no doubt going to sear themselves into Five's brain.

Now, he was alone. All alone.

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Heroics teacher Danny somehow hears Izuku was formerly quirkless and is new to his quirk. Rips all might once again and goes to have a heart to heart talk/training with izuku.

It had just started as a rumor.

He's not sure where it originated, but the whispers of Izuku Midoriya being born quirkless ran rampant through the hero course like wildfire. Fortunately, it had stopped just as quickly as it began thanks to the strict gossip policy the school had. And it seems that Midoriya himself hadn't heard the rumors, but...Well, Danny wouldn't be much of a hero if he didn't notice the shoes.

After all, he had a pair himself.

He had his theories, of course. He knew it was possible for a quirkless kid to stumble their way into power. He was, after all, Exhibit A. And, well, it didn't take a genius to figure out that Midoriya didn't really know how to use his quirk. Not in the way that he should, if he had had it his whole life. If he had his quirk for more than a few months then he wouldn't be breaking his limbs at any given chance from the sheer force of it.

It also didn't take a genius to figure out that his quirk was a little like All Might's. Sure, the number one hero didn't glow with green electricity, but the actual strength part was basically the same. Hell, even Midoriya's smashes were similar to All Might's. Plus, with how often they had lunch together-and All Might didn't offer that to any other student-there was obviously something going on.

Danny intended to find out what.

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It had been an accident. Sure, he was digging for answers, but he hadn't meant to actually eavesdrop on the two.

"Now that you've inherited my quirk, you need to learn on controlling it better," All Might was saying. Danny's brow furrowed as he stopped in his tracks right outside the teacher's lounge. Curse his supernatural hearing, because now he couldn't bring himself to keep moving.

"I know. I'm trying, but my body can't handle more than one percent right now," Midoriya replied. He sounded upset, though if it was at himself or All Might he couldn't tell. "Maybe...Maybe we should tell Aizawa? Since he oversees most of out training he would be able to help me get better control of it. I can't keep breaking my limbs, after all."

"I think, for now, we should keep this between us," All Might said in a grave tone. "The less people know, the better. If this secret got out, they could get hurt."

"Oh-of-of course," Midoriya stuttered out. He sounded absolutely ashamed, and he's not sure why, but Danny saw red.

Because all of his theories were confirmed.

That Midoriya hadn't had his quirk long. That All Might had something to do with it. That All Might was actively keeping Midoriya from getting the help he needed. All Might sure as hell wasn't doing his part in training the kid-not enough, anyway. He was letting this teenager bumble around and figure things out on his own.

Danny was not going to have any of it.

Midoriya had gotten seriously injured during the battle trials because of All Might's incompetency. He wasn't going to stand idly by and let it keep happening.

He phased through the door, and Midoriya and All Might looked at him, surprised. Midoriya was hunched, as if he was trying to make himself smaller, while All Might in his small form stood quickly.

"Phantom? Can I help you with something?" He asked. He sounded nervous.

Good.

"Midoriya," Phantom said as gently as he could. "I need to speak with All Might. Could you please excuse us for a moment?"

Midoriya nodded and got the hell out of dodge. Danny turned his glare onto All Might.

"If his homeroom teacher has the power to help him control his-his-quirk, then you have no right to prevent him from asking for help," Danny said. There was a dangerous edge to his voice, and he could see the frost building on the edge of the tea cups that were sitting on the table beside All Might. "He's a kid who doesn't know how to use his quirk. And considering it literally shatters his bones, it would be detrimental to turn him away from asking for help.

"And, All Might, I know you're dense. It's no big surprise. But even a moron like you should have enough sense to let him ask for help."

"You have no right to listen in on our conversations-"

"-I have every right to listen in if it involves the safety of another student," Danny hissed. The lights above them flickered dangerously as Danny's anger spiked. He stepped forward, inches away from All Might's narrow face. "Instead of forcing him to isolate himself and only go to you, he should be branching out and getting all the help that he feels like he needs. He doesn't need your ignorant words infecting his own thought process."

"And for the record, I don't care about your quirk. I don't care how he got it from you. I care that it hurts him, and you're only putting him in an environment that hurts him more. It is his quirk, All Might, and he deserves to tell whoever he wants."

Frost was coating his clothes and the table and the furniture, and Danny knew that he had to reign it in before somebody barged in on them. He wanted to yell at All Might more. He wanted to yell at Nezu, because he knew for a fact that there's no way the rat god didn't know about this.

But Midoriya had looked so upset when he scurried out of the room. He had to make sure he was okay. He had to make sure he knew Danny was going to be there for him, no matter what.

He had to go after him.

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He found Midoriya in an empty classroom that was rarely ever used.

His shoulders were up to his ears as he hunched in on himself, physically making himself smaller. Danny recognized the signs-he used to do it himself, before he got into his accident. Midoriya's fists were clenched in his lap, and he was trying desperately not to sob.

Danny, not wanting to scare the poor kid, gently knocked on the door frame. Midoriya's head snapped up. His eyes were wide and shined with unshed tears. He looked absolutely miserable.

"Can I come in?" Danny asked. Midoriya gave him a nod, and he walked over. He leaned against the teacher's desk, and slouched his shoulders so he didn't look as scary. He knew he looked intimidating on his best days, and Midoriya really didn't need that right now.

"So-you-you know?" Midoriya asked. Danny sighed and nodded.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," he told Midoriya. "I'm sorry for invading your privacy like that. But I couldn't just stand there and let him manipulate you like that."

"He-he wasn't," Midoriya defended, but the words sounded weak to even him. "He's just trying to l-look out for me."

"If he was truly doing that he would have allowed you to ask for help from other teachers. Not to say his heart isn't in the right place, but his line of thinking is outdated."

"B-but-I...I'm scared," Midoriya admitted. Tears were finally making their way down his freckled cheeks, and it made Danny's heart fucking break. "None of my other teachers ever liked me 'cause I was quirk-quirkless."

"So you're worried that they'll think of you differently?" Danny asked. Midoriya stiffly nodded. Danny gave him a small smile, and hoped it came off as comforting. "I won't think differently of you. Quirk or no quirk."

"But why?" Midoriya asked, his face twisted in confusion. Danny just shrugged.

"I'm probably the only other guy in the world who could understand what you're going through," he told the teenager. At Midoriya's growing confusion, Danny figured a demonstration would probably be better at explaining than his words ever could. So he let the two white rings wash over him, turning him from Phantom to Fenton.

Midoriya's eyes sparkled with unasked questions.

And then they flicked down to his shoes.

The were bright red, with black laces and white soles. On the heel was an embroidered Q.

They were the same shoes Midoriya was wearing.

Understanding dawned on his face, and Danny had the pleasure of watching his face go through an emotional roller coaster akin to a soap opera.

"But how?" He asked.

"My parents were overzealous scientists that specialized in the supernatural," Danny answered. "I got into a lab accident and died. Er, half died, I guess. Don't try it at home, kid, I don't recommend it."

"I have...So many questions," Midoriya breathed. He was practically vibrating in his seat from his excitement, and Danny couldn't help the fond smile on his face.

"And I'll answer them eventually," Danny replied as he changed back from Fenton to Phantom. "But in the mean time, do you still wanna go tell Aizawa?"

Midoriya seemed to clam up again at the thought. "What if-what if he doesn't want to teach me anymore? What if he expels me?"

"What if he thinks of you differently?" Danny asked him, getting to the true root of the problem. Midoriya nodded, and Danny lifted himself off the desk. He walked over and placed a hand on Midoriya's shoulder.

"He knows about my secret," he told Midoriya. "Actually, he was there when it happened. And he was friends with me when I was just some quirkless kid. He won't care about any of that superficial stuff."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"O-okay," Midoriya said. He physically steeled his resolve, putting on a brave face and slapping his cheeks a couple of times. He quickly wiped his tears away and looked at Danny with nothing but determination.

"Let's go."

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